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They raise a casual eyebrow, a smirk twitching in the corner of their mouth that they repress. They'll have to repent for that thought later.

"Alex? Ah. I see. The body" they look down, brushing themselves off. "I think you are sorely mistaken, krueal. whatever Alexandria you know is not the same as I. Intact I am sure you know the one I am curious about. My...counterpart."

OPEN RP

It was no surprise that the rain would be pouring this hard with how the weather was fraying at the sky's edges for a week now. If anything, you'd chastise yourself for not being able to spot it earlier, dark clouds around the horizon just out of the corner of your eye like an ominous warning that slipped under the radar— until it all came crashing down, with raindrops sounding like bullets as they hit the ground.

There's shelter under a bus-stop, flimsy roof just holding barely against the howling winds and a flickering light giving just its last efforts to keep lit. Someone's had the same idea as you, scuttling under the stop with a briefcase over his head, muttering various expletives under his breath. Claude is absolutely drenched from the sudden downpour, and obviously disheveled, swearing once he realizes his laptop might have taken the full brunt of the rain. The man's wings hang low as water weighs it down, the longest feathers dragging against the ground like a dog that's done something wrong.

He pulls out a soaking box of cigs, perching one between his lips before his eyes flick to yours. "Oh. Shit. D'you mind?"

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"Mm... indeed it is. Though now I look closer I see familiarity" they hum menacingly, still not moving from their casual position on the bus stop seat, their eyes glazing over as they focus on claudes aura.

"Ahh...a krueal...interesting. the oldest child, aren't you?" They finally stand, hands now clasped behind their back, pacing a little closer. "You may call me clement, if we are to do introductions"

OPEN RP

It was no surprise that the rain would be pouring this hard with how the weather was fraying at the sky's edges for a week now. If anything, you'd chastise yourself for not being able to spot it earlier, dark clouds around the horizon just out of the corner of your eye like an ominous warning that slipped under the radar— until it all came crashing down, with raindrops sounding like bullets as they hit the ground.

There's shelter under a bus-stop, flimsy roof just holding barely against the howling winds and a flickering light giving just its last efforts to keep lit. Someone's had the same idea as you, scuttling under the stop with a briefcase over his head, muttering various expletives under his breath. Claude is absolutely drenched from the sudden downpour, and obviously disheveled, swearing once he realizes his laptop might have taken the full brunt of the rain. The man's wings hang low as water weighs it down, the longest feathers dragging against the ground like a dog that's done something wrong.

He pulls out a soaking box of cigs, perching one between his lips before his eyes flick to yours. "Oh. Shit. D'you mind?"

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"My brother, you need not seem so frightened" they smile, turning their body slightly towards their angelic cousin. They were un-nervingly calm as they tilt their head, their smile not quite as sweet as they'd expect it to be.

"I'm afraid I do not recognise you, and I am not one to forget a face. You must be mistaken."

Of course they know what claude is referring too. Their skin was not their own, but they had not expected to run across someone who was friends with the previous owner.

OPEN RP

It was no surprise that the rain would be pouring this hard with how the weather was fraying at the sky's edges for a week now. If anything, you'd chastise yourself for not being able to spot it earlier, dark clouds around the horizon just out of the corner of your eye like an ominous warning that slipped under the radar— until it all came crashing down, with raindrops sounding like bullets as they hit the ground.

There's shelter under a bus-stop, flimsy roof just holding barely against the howling winds and a flickering light giving just its last efforts to keep lit. Someone's had the same idea as you, scuttling under the stop with a briefcase over his head, muttering various expletives under his breath. Claude is absolutely drenched from the sudden downpour, and obviously disheveled, swearing once he realizes his laptop might have taken the full brunt of the rain. The man's wings hang low as water weighs it down, the longest feathers dragging against the ground like a dog that's done something wrong.

He pulls out a soaking box of cigs, perching one between his lips before his eyes flick to yours. "Oh. Shit. D'you mind?"

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The eyes look back. Familiar yet alien at the same time, peircing through him as the ring around their pupil glows.

They're sitting up straight, an almost impeccable posture, one leg crossed over the other, hands placed royally on their knee. Their behavior was deffinately not familiar, but the appearance was, despite stark differences. Slimmer than their friend, with long, white hair and peircing yellow eyes, and no scars upon their hands.

"No. I suppose I do not mind." They scoff slightly. An angel? Smoking? How blasphemous.

OPEN RP

It was no surprise that the rain would be pouring this hard with how the weather was fraying at the sky's edges for a week now. If anything, you'd chastise yourself for not being able to spot it earlier, dark clouds around the horizon just out of the corner of your eye like an ominous warning that slipped under the radar— until it all came crashing down, with raindrops sounding like bullets as they hit the ground.

There's shelter under a bus-stop, flimsy roof just holding barely against the howling winds and a flickering light giving just its last efforts to keep lit. Someone's had the same idea as you, scuttling under the stop with a briefcase over his head, muttering various expletives under his breath. Claude is absolutely drenched from the sudden downpour, and obviously disheveled, swearing once he realizes his laptop might have taken the full brunt of the rain. The man's wings hang low as water weighs it down, the longest feathers dragging against the ground like a dog that's done something wrong.

He pulls out a soaking box of cigs, perching one between his lips before his eyes flick to yours. "Oh. Shit. D'you mind?"

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What is your worst moment.

What was your best?

My worst moment shall not be spoken. It was a key moment of change. That is between me and my lord.

My best? That would be vein of me to say.

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What are you the most proud of?

Pride is a sin. Though I am content with the following I have gathered for my lord.

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Do you have any regrets?

No. I have nothing I regret. Everything happens for a reason, regret implies it was not ment to be. A mistake. I. Do not. Make. Mistakes.

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Do you care about anyone?

And if you do-

What matters more to you, yourself or someone you care about?

Of course there are those I care about..do you think me heartless?

As for what matters more, neither my life or another's matters more if it is the will of God.

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Name three things you will never do no matter what

-disobey the lords orders

-take orders from anyone from below.

-let anyone know my secret. That is between me and God.

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Wonderful, they look perfect, hand one to me, dear one.

They reach out to grab a leaf, leaning back and slumping in their chair, folding the long thin leaf with practiced precision, not even paying attention to their hands at they keep focus on Ao

Such interesting imagery, no? For millenia, humans have celebrated passion sunday, celebrated jesus' return to the living world, with palm leaves, just as the crowds did all those years ago. And yet all these years later, they still celebrate the same way.

They lift their hand, the one long straight leaf now folded into a perfect cross.

Fascinating, isn't it?

"Teacher! how have you been? ive been helping out all the Red Ribbons and uh yea! do you wish for me to do something else aswell? anything i can help you with?"

- @red-ribboned-oni

My dearest ao, you are such a darling, I hope the new rubrum are settling in finally.

I have been preparing for pascha, getting my mind and mortal body prepared for the sermon. I do so hope that you were able to acquire the palm leaves I requested?

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"Teacher! how have you been? ive been helping out all the Red Ribbons and uh yea! do you wish for me to do something else aswell? anything i can help you with?"

- @red-ribboned-oni

My dearest ao, you are such a darling, I hope the new rubrum are settling in finally.

I have been preparing for pascha, getting my mind and mortal body prepared for the sermon. I do so hope that you were able to acquire the palm leaves I requested?

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It is me, my dear, don't you worry. I will not let any harm come to you now.

They crouch down, reaching out to invite little Alex into an embrace.

Come, let me hold you, I can touch you with this body.

A magical fairy visits angel! one moment she's tall as normal. The next she's tiny and everything is big and scary:( ✨✨ a plushie of angels choosing is given to the little one. Get de-ageified<3

Woa wait what's happening-!

*poof*

H-huh?

Angel is now a small, meek 8 year old, clutching a plushie lion in her arms rightly. She barely speaks, only whines quietly. Her friend is usually around to tell her what to do...where is she?

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Oh....oh. this will be golden.

Well, well, little one. You are quite far from home, aren't you?

A magical fairy visits angel! one moment she's tall as normal. The next she's tiny and everything is big and scary:( ✨✨ a plushie of angels choosing is given to the little one. Get de-ageified<3

Woa wait what's happening-!

*poof*

H-huh?

Angel is now a small, meek 8 year old, clutching a plushie lion in her arms rightly. She barely speaks, only whines quietly. Her friend is usually around to tell her what to do...where is she?

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Who's that blue bitch erm acshtually ahh guy??☝️🤓

Excuse me? I sure hope you do not refer to my dear Ao. That language is quite rude and I will not have such a dedicated follower of mine be berated as such.

Ao is a highly enlightened child, my right hand, you could say. They are ever helpful.

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22- Would you kill someone you don’t know to save someone you love?

I take life for the right reasons and those reasons only. Love does not factor into this equation.

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24- Would you rather eat part of a human heart or a whole human eye?

Easy. Human heart. Quite nourishing for a being such as I.

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9- What song would you want to get kissed to?

What song would I like to-? What a strange question. I am not answering such idiocy.