Collection Time [open]

[Azrael]

Most people wouldn't notice the small woman in the back, casually sipping on a cup of coffee. She was hardly intrusive nor was she trying to disappear, she simply was. Long brunette hair fell in gentle waves down her shoulders, offsetting bright blue eyes that seemed to glow in the dimness of the place. Slender fingers wrapped around the mug, bringing it to perfectly pouty lips as she took a sip, lashes lowering to cover her eyes.

She was dressed in all black, but the color seemed to work for her. A form fitting shirt and long pants with shiny black boots, she seemed to radiate a comfortable style.

However this was all an illusion put off by one of the most powerful Reapers.

Azrael's gaze was cool and calculating, watching a certain patron. He had only a few moments left of his life and the angel was never late, for anything, especially a soul that could go to either direction and so far she had not seen Samael, so she was hoping to take this one without him knowing. Of course things never went her way and she let out a small sigh of slight irritation when someone came in and sat in front of her, blocking her direct view of the fat corporate business man.

Brushing a few strands out of her hair, she narrowed her eyes and used her other senses to keep tabs on him, eyes glaring holes in her coffee as her face remained carefully blank. Azrael hadn't smiled in eons, and it wasn't for lack of trying from others, but she just didn't do it anymore. The archangel had been hurt badly but she never let anyone in anymore, she didn't know how to handle it.

She shook herself from her thoughts, eyes watching her surroundings as she watched the time slowly count down before she finished her coffee. Paying and leaving a tip on the table, she nodded at the waitress and stood, moving through the restaurant, her fingertips trailing ever so slightly on the back of the chair and against the jacket of the man as he began choking on his food.

She felt the slight rush of the soul into the pendant she wore around her neck, the blue gem hanging from a black ribbon as a sad quirk of lips was her only change in expression. She paused, turning to watch the spectacle of the man dying, knowing it would be useless as she slid sunglasses down over her eyes.

Azrael was never worried about anyone figuring out who she was or what she was, confrontations were rare for her as most just stayed away. The archangel quirked a delicate eyebrow as people began panicking as the man's body died, his soul already gone with the angel. It was that last second that his head turned, watching the archangel that he understood what had happened and his hand made a reaching move for her that most would brush off, but the more perceptive and sensitive humans would look at the archangel, perhaps getting a sense she wasn't what she appeared to be.

Azrael lifted her eyes from the dead man, hearing the distant wail of sirens and took stock of all the people in the room, hidden eyes trailing over each one.


[Agent:2]

[Carter James]

Carter James was at work that day. He had not really expected anything to happen really. Had not expected his expertise to come in handy. He was a witch. A powerful witch on witch level. Of course compared to other witches he was very powerful. Compared to angels and demons he was weak.

Though he was not to be messed with really either. He had a very diverse power. Plus he was considered one of the supernatural human leaders. One of the powerful witches that spent thier time searching and saving witches. Saving lives and helping bring the humans together for the impending war.

He was in the kitchen of Rapheals when it all went down. He was the head Chef at Raphaels and was hard at work on perfecting the famous sauce that Raphael used. The recipe was only trusted to some of the best employees including the head chef.

Soon the words leaked back that someone was choking to death in the resturant. He dropped everything he was doing at the moment and rushed out of the kitchen and into the main lobby. As soon as he walked in the room he could sense magic. There was an occupent who had a lot of power. He did not know who it was.

Though he was not going to give up the dying man. He ran up to the man and leaned down on the ground where he dying. He knew if he worked fast he may get him back. With this he could only assume that the powerful power he was sensing was not just any power. He was in the same room as a reaper. He whispered, You will not get him so easily reaper.

He passed his hand by the mans wind pipe. Using his molecular power to turn the molucules into those of air. He may not beable to take on an angle head on but one could work around thier magic rather easier. Like altering substances. He then began to use CPR.

He also started using his molecular power to heal. Hoping to pull the mans soul away from the reaper and back into his body. He also said an incantation, Power of the witches call, bring his soul forth in all. Give him life and preserve him now for he is worth lots and now reaper bow to my power.

He wispered to incantation over and over as he worked. Having someone else breath for the man so that he could keep up wispering the incantation. Working as much healing magic as he could summon.

Hoping to over come the reaper. He knew he was in the limbo moments. Where he could call the soul back and he could live or go over to the other side where only a necromancer could do the work. He hoped to pull him back before it went that far.


[Agent:1]

[Azrael]

Azrael felt the tug and she tilted her head to the side, watching the witch. She was only about a few hundred thousand years younger than Lucifer and Gabriel and Michael, so the witch did very little to her. Besides she had already claimed the soul and it was her, this little tomfoolery was bound to call Samael and that would irk her beyond any reason.

To her, this situation was boring already and it was useless to claim the soul back, he was dead and since she was set to taking the soul, only Michael or Gabriel could tell her to put it back. Necromancers were little trouble as well at this point as she shrugged, pushing sunglasses on top of her head as she watched the witch with brilliant blue eyes.

Eyes that said she knew what he was. After all, you didn't live for eons upon eons to not know what you dealt with in the world. The witch's words amused her, calling her a lowly reaper. She was an arch-angel and that alone was enough to set her apart from the other Reapers.

Azrael pursued lips, ignoring the twitch the spell gave her, toying with the pendant and keeping it between her slender fingers. She was shorter than most everyone around her yet she gave off the appearance of being the tallest one there, taking up the most space with the aura that surrounded her, almost as if death itself was present.

Most of these humans wouldn't notice it, pay any attention to it, but the glare she was leveling at the witch spoke volumes. Her eyes seemed to glow bright blue as she murmured a few words under her breath, more for the witch to hear than anyone else.

"You keep that up and you'll call Samael. Then I'll be pissed and give your soul to him," she said, her lips barely moving but the words coming out as if she had shouted them to the witch.


[Agent:2]