[center][h3]The Angel[/h3][/center] [center]Ian[/center] [center][i]Themerlinhawk[/i][/center] Ian walked down the street in front of the bar. It was starting to get dark and for the first time in weeks he didn’t feel the need to do anything. Infact everything was oddly quiet. No ranting Koshmar, no Namshiel, no Alexsteria. Tapping along on the head of Fidrieon where it hung on his left hip the thirty some odd year old musician for the first time in as long as he could remember. Had nothing to do, it was an odd feeling from back when he lived in the states and when everything was provided for him. With a gentle sigh he walked over to a bench and settled down on it watching the sun dip. Once upon a time it would have made him sad, reminiscent of times when about now he’d be scaling the outer wall of the girls dormitory at the Academy. It had been a long time since he’d seen Iris and the chances were high he'd never see her again. It was a sad thought but they had both made their choices. So had Thomas and it was clear the weight of several life times worth of hard decisions weighed on a soul which had many times outlived its body. With a fresh sigh Ian dug in the breast pocket of his jacket and produced a picture. The girl in it wasn’t Iris and he certainly looked much different in the image. “I’m sorry Beat. You know I never meant for all of this to happen. I hope one day I can say this to you in person. Hell, even if I can't I just hope you're out there somewhere. I know the Academy is full of shit, Hazumi is lying too. She'd have sent a task force if you'd been killed and I broke into their database. I know no one ever went to look for you. I want you to know I haven't given up. Lashiel’s just a distraction, Lazarus is back. Even if he has more secrets than the whole Academy combined, he owes me.” [I]Touching. I rather thought you were broken up about the Nightmare Queen still and here I find that all those feelings lasted this long. I’ll never understand you. Which is probably good for you. Keeps things interesting, really. What are you even going to do when you find her?[/i] “Tell her I'm sorry and then tell her the truth” The Phantom form of Daniel, the Russian Nightmare quirked an eyebrow at Ian. Levering himself up Ian gave a nod of his head up at the skyline. “what's that look like to you?” Koshmar looked up and frowned. [I]Trouble[/i] “Agreed” [I]Going to call the High Necromancer?[/i] Liam gave the shade a dubious look. No doubt he looked like a madman to people walking by since Koshmar was a projection of his mind. “You think we can't handle a slightly suspicious lone Angel?” [I]No but you can be a bit of a bitch sometimes. Like really did you need a rocket to deal with those angels last time? Seems to me like you are concerned you're losing your edge [/i] Ian snorted at the ridiculousness of the comment. He was easily in the prime of his life even compared to five or six years ago. It was meant to get a rise out of him. Koshmar had long since seriously given up trying to bait him but it was in the prime personality of Fidrieon interest to at least maintain so semblance of churlishness. “you're a dick” [I]You may have previously mentioned such an observation [/i] “Just making sure you heard.” [I]Dubious reasoning at best given that I live In your head. You know I bet Sam is wild in bed. I'm interested to see if you ever manage to find her. Could be amusing.[/i] The bitter anger in Ian's chest flared for a second before he let it subside. Koshmar was just the way he was. Nothing was going to come of getting angry at the sociopathic personality. “Wake up Alex. Might need to back up” [I]Oh please we don't need that dumb whore. You and I were just fine without her fighting Solus. Why do you insist on making use of her.[/i] “Just do it” [I]If you insist..[/i] With quick strides Ian took off after the fast moving angel. Reaching back he plucked Namshiel from his lower back and slide the mask over his face. With a snarl the hunter was off. [hr] Ian leaned against the wall of the alley way and peered around it carefully. What he saw was rather interesting. A female Angel who appeared to be a battle angel was having it out with a species of surface demon he’d never seen before. Which on its own wasn’t terribly surprising to him as there were so many of them. Watching the female fight she finally got the better of the demon and ran it through. Immediately after that she began checking herself before fishing for a phone, it appeared the demon had caught her a nasty blow. Slowly drawing his handgun Ian stepped around the corner and approached her from behind. “Miss, are you alright.” Ian measured the distance of her swords reach carefully and prepared Fidrieon mentally. The pain in her face was clear and it looked like a nasty wound on her side. Taking his handgun he carefully holstered it and held up his hands. “May I see your injury?” [i]Careful, She may be ark[/i] [b]Hunt[/b] [i][b]Who is this bitch?![/b][/i] “Oh goodness…” [@Fairess]