[center][h3]The Angel[/h3]
[i]Day 2, Evening, 2254[/i]
Roanne, Ian[/center]

Ian rolled his eyes as she called him a mage. It was a common misconception about the musicians. It was actually quite rare for them to be both a musician and a mage. As she lowered his guard he carefully folded his arms and watched her walk towards the gang bangers she had cornered. Snorting at her comment about arrogant Ian let her continue with her with her tirade in his general direction. She was still bleeding and it was clear from her breathing that she was hiding a fair bit of pain behind a tough demeanor. 


As she sarcastically lectured him on the gang members and the demon she’d killed he let the right corner of his mouth curve towards a smile. Watching her march right up to him, Ian kept the smile tugging at his lips in check as she got right up in his face. The angel smelled like blood and something that he couldn’t quite place; some sort of flower? Best to leave it be. It was funny how she was railing against him of all people. The one who was actually on the streets helping people. It was amazing how sour things had become with the absence of Hazumi; not only that but it was clear this woman didn’t have a clue. Hazumi had given everything to Loom with the death of Judas, ofcourse she never left the Academy so it was no surprise many of the people in Loom were out of touch. 


With Roanne right in his face Ian looked her right in her strangely colored eyes and said a single word. “Musician.” Chuckling gently Ian ignored her sword and took her elbow gently and lifted to see the damage from the claw. “Okay tough stuff time to get you off your feet till whoever you called shows up. Unlike the [i]high and mighty[/i] Hazumi, I do in fact give a shit; however you will have to forgive my lack of speed. I lack wings” Still chuckling Ian looked over his shoulder towards the entrance to the alley. “You might as well sit here.”


[i]What are you doing?[/i]


Ian ignored Koshmar’s voice in his ear and continued attending to Roanne. “You’ll have to excuse my skepticism. Lately I’ve been dealing with an angelic terrorist organization in Loom so I can never be too careful.” Drawing Fidrieon Ian pressed the flute to his lips and played a quick five note melody which resonated down the alleyway. The gang bangers eyes rolled back in their heads and they collapsed to the ground. Best to incapacitate them until peacekeepers could be called. 


“You’re right though. The peacekeepers and the Musicians are largely out of touch with the world. Especially given that no one has to answer for anything anymore” Very carefully Ian put his hand on her shoulder and extended his other hand to help her slide down the wall of the alleyway. “As much as I might like to ask you not to judge me it's hardly fair given my immediate response to you. I’m Ian by the way. Forgive me for not leading with that.” 
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