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Post by Azrael on Feb 24, 2010 13:10:47 GMT -6
A series of swift kicks followed by the muffled thuds of the training dummy were all that were heard in a corner of the Garden. Azrael pushed a few strands out of her face, her breathing labored from the exertion of the exercise. Bright blue eyes glared at the stuffed dummy as she pushed her body even farther, toning to the peak of perfection.
Few ever bothered the archangel when she was training, few except for her immediate supervisor and Gabriel, the only two that she really spoke to with any level of confidence or trust, the others she rarely spoke to unless necessary, as per by Michael.
Azrael was by no means obsessed with Michael or Gabriel, merely they were her supervisors after the things that had happened eons ago, she withdrew from everyone except them, Michael because he was her supervisor and Gabriel because she was Gabriel.
Blinking and shaking her head, she cleared her thoughts as she stretched, one stretch moving after the other in a flow of movements, everything smooth as her wings fluttered behind her and created a slight breeze to cool her body down after the work she had been doing.
It wouldn't be long before she was back at it unless there was an interruption.
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Post by Gabriel on Mar 4, 2010 17:48:25 GMT -6
"Azrael."
There was a flutter of wings and Gabriel was standing behind the other angel, wings folding themselves tightly against her back until they disappeared. Her hair was wild from flight, but framed her face nicely as it settled; her expression was worried.
As the proverbial Queen of Heaven, certain duties were expected to be fullfuilled; Gabriel often oversaw the duties of her left and right hands and sometimes those under them. Azrael had been a constant thorn in her side, but mostly because of her...enthusiasm for her job. She worried for the younger angel as if she were her own sister. Presently, she was one of the very few who was aware of her gender switch a couple centuries ago and Gabriel trusted that she wouldn't tell anyone.
There were very few people she did trust with that secret, when she thought about it.
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Post by Azrael on Mar 4, 2010 18:06:48 GMT -6
Azrael's eyes darted to the other angel and she dropped back into a relaxed stance. "Gabriel," she murmured with a sort of half-bow to acknowledge the other angel's status and presence. "What can I do to serve you?" she asked, more out of polite formality than anything else. The younger archangel was one that someone had to keep an eye on else she may crack and this did worry some of the older angels.
Azrael was extremely good at her job and didn't let anything interfere except for the keen hatred she had for Samael. Azi could tolerate Lucifer and the other demons but one word or look from Samael and she flew into a rage. It was something to behold when she actually did fight with her emotions instead of her head, and it worried others.
No one knew quite how Azrael became so focused on her job, but she was rather focused and it happened quite a while ago, conveniently around the time that some of the others fell. The majority just assumed that it was because she had to take the souls of dear friends and others alike, a stressful task that kept Michael out of it and fighting with Gabriel, leaving Azrael to tend for the dead.
No, that wasn't entirely the reason, the reason was much more personal. The heart of the matter, so to speak as to why she was the way she was now: focused on her job and not letting anything interfere.
"To what do I owe the honor of this visit?" she inquired, her voice soft and even.
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Post by Gabriel on Mar 5, 2010 16:29:46 GMT -6
Not one to beat around the bush--about anything, no matter how delicate--the angel began her tirade. "I've been hearing about the fights you've been getting into with Lucifer's demons over souls," she stated matter of factly; usually everyone tried to keep her in the dark as far as the reaper went, but people whispered. And she, undoubtedly, heard. "Then the fight with the witch, Carter. What would possess you to start a fight with a human?"
She left out the fact that she'd had her own run in with the brat, but other than a nearly frostbitten table and an unconcious drunk, there had been no damage (heck, she wasn't even the one who'd dispatched the intoxicated man, which was a good day in her book). Azrael, however, hade been getting more volatile according to rumor and being the nag that she was, Gabriel immediately sought to fix the problem.
Even though she would probably be talking to a brick wall the entire time. Such is the life of a leader.
[Agent:1]
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Post by Azrael on Mar 5, 2010 16:57:02 GMT -6
Azrael merely arched an eyebrow before shrugging, her wings completely disappearing so they looked rather like 'normal' human beings in Elysium. "He interfered with my job, that was all. And if said puta from the underworld would stop trying to take the souls to come to Elysium, we wouldn't have this problem," she stated in an almost bored tone
Azrael didn't refer to Samael by name unless she was specifically calling him out to confront him over something and it was getting increasingly easy to irritate the archangel. After a few millenia, meaningless sex gets boring so you go celibate then they cycle repeats itself over and over. At the moment, Azrael was currently not fucking anyone, human, angel, or demon.
"It isn't anything big and there is no problem so long as rules are obeyed, but those in your sister's care believe that rules are made to be broken and thus have their own set, defying yours," she said with a shrug. "I just do my job."
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Post by Gabriel on Mar 5, 2010 17:06:03 GMT -6
"Be that as it may," she stated after a pause. Her expression softened as she regarded her, wondering what she had missed whle she'd been struggling with her own quote-unquote demons; Azrael never talked to anyone about it, and she never asked. The younger angel would get tired of holding it in eventually. "You caused a disturbance and could have revealed us to the regular humans."
For a moment Gabriel was thoughtful, looking Azrael up and down. "When was the last time you took a vacation?"
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Post by Azrael on Mar 5, 2010 17:12:01 GMT -6
Azrael raised an eyebrow, a lot more perceptive than anyone else though and shook her head. "Whenever Michael gets done with his Justice campaign and takes back full charge of the Reapers. I don't need one and don't really want one, Gabriel," she said, watching the older archangel with bright blue eyes.
"Nothing would have been revealed if the damned witch kept his mouth shut and let things go as they should have. The soul I took had accidentally killed someone, but has been trying to repent but that puta would have jumped at a chance to take it when the man obviously felt guilty," she said evenly.
Azrael never judged on a single action, she weighed out someone's whole life before deciding whether or not she could rightfully claim their souls, which made her good at her job.
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Post by Gabriel on Mar 5, 2010 17:20:43 GMT -6
She nodded. "The answer would be never then," she sighed. None of them had really ever caught a break really--the ones who had been born first--and even Gabriel herself was beginning to shirk her duties in order to have some alone time. The fact of the matter was that she at least knew when to take a break; Azrael hadn't taken one since she'd been born. "I'm not one to condone to the killing of humans, but maybe you ought to have dispatched him. I would have pretended I didn't know."
Actually, she'd very nearly killed him herself. Haughty, arrogant little bug that he was, though, she knew better. And how she hated it.
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Post by Azrael on Mar 5, 2010 17:41:21 GMT -6
A quick quirk of lips was all that answered Gabriel's statement about the witch. It was gone too quickly and didn't even have time to form a real expression before she tucked it away, her eyes shining bright with a desire that spoke of her wanting to smack down the insolent human, witch or not. Azrael really should have fallen, some angels whispered, but that was those who wanted her job.
Angels really could get nasty when they wanted to, but everyone was supposed to be good and innocent, yet not even Raphael could get Azrael to laugh despite his innate ability to get everyone else laughing, Azrael sat back and watched, distant from the rest of the angels and many hated her because she was too good at her job.
"Even if I had, his soul would have been left for elsewhere. I refuse to bring that thing up here," she murmured. "Or perhaps it would have been left alone and reborn somewhere else."
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Post by Gabriel on Mar 8, 2010 16:29:41 GMT -6
Her nose crinkled at that. "I would have fired you if you had," she informed her distastefully. "That boy is an ass. He probably would have gotten worse in his next life. I'll bet he tried to read your future too, am I right?"
Most of Carter's ego stemmed from the annoying ability to see into the furture via psychometry. Personally she thought it amusing that he thought he could predict angels in general, but when he lumped her in with some of her more...unruly subordinates, it was on. She'd nearly given his manbits frostbite for that.
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