Redthorn Anvil

Exodus

"Perhaps." T'vor replied, musing. "If we can scrape up a work crew."

Sephiroth tapped his friend's shoulder.
"I think I can help with that. Or rather, I think he can." He gestured to a figure standing just beside his shoulder.

It was Grim.
"You called, Azurael?"
He grinned.

"Hello, miss Anuriel! Sorry, I was handing out orders!" Chrissa marched out of the kitchen to meet the head chef. When she saw Damien, however, she suddenly seemed nervous. She was a very shy lass, and was always on edge around strangers.
"Um, if you're hungry, I can make something up really quick for you?" Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another man walk in, also with purplish-colored hair. Yet...he was an Angel?
She frowned. He reminded her of someone...but couldn't place her finger on it quite. She returned her attention to her boss.
"Or, um, you know, I can just take your order?" She grabbed her pen and pad of paper.

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T'vor shook his head.
"The humans would hear the explosion and that would lead them right to it, and they'd still find the wreckage and salvage parts from it, and then they'd know that we're not human. No, if anything, that would only help them find us faster. The ship is cloaked, and we are hidden in this pocket dimension. Even if they find the place where we landed, or even where we're staying, they'll never see the ship, or us. So no, explosives would not be helpful in this case." He turned to Ma'ai.
"Go take a break. You've done well, but this is far from over yet."

It was then, however, that Sephiroth approached the dark-haired Angel.
"I would offer you my thanks. You put yourself in considerable danger for the well-being of your people. I think I can safely speak for us all when I say that you've done us a great service for bringing this information to us."

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"If he hasn't been, he soon will be." T'vor folded his arms across his chest and turned to look at the new arrival.
"Well, white-wings, considering that you are now standing in the presence of your two new superiors and the Demon Prince," who was standing not far off with his hands clasped behind him and his head tilted slightly, "you can say whatever it is you might ever possibly need to say in front of everyone present. There's been a change of pace since our arrival. From now on, you report either to me, or to Stormy here. Neither of us are going to lift a finger for you, so it doesn't really matter either way. Speaking of which, we'll get right down to your report. I want it in my hand--or in Stormy's--by tomorrow morning. Now. What do you want?"

Sephiroth noted the peculiar absense of cussing and insults in his General's speech. T'vor must have slept the night before. It kind of amused him, or rather, it would be amusing to see how the Angel would react to a /typical/ T'vor.

While Anuriel was out, Chrissa generally looked after things in the kitchens, so she was quite busy taking orders and making sure everything was getting done in a timely order.

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Sephiroth nodded.
"We do. You have seen one of them already." He gestured to the long blade belted to his waist. "Ours are mostly symbolic, really. They are neither made with rare metals nor do they hold any magical or mystical powers of their own. The originals were destroyed long ago, and so several copies have been made since. So whatever value they posess is in what they represent. There is also a crown and a shield." He told the curious Azurael.

It was then that T'vor was pulled aside by one of his men.
"Sir, an Angel has arrived. He was on a scouting mission for several weeks before the evacuation, and is ready for a debriefing."

"Then go get him."

"Er, yessir." The man left in search of the scout, commonly known as Ma'ai.

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Name: Chrissa Vamon
Nickname: Chris, Chrissy
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Species: Angel
Occupation: Assistent Cook
History: Ech I'll do it later, I'm so tired xD
Personality: Chrissa is independent and shy, is timid around strangers, but is bright and sweet and has not a mean bone in her body.
Description/Pic:

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"Possibly." Sephiroth replied, "don't be shy, if I didn't want your opinion, I wouldn't have asked you to assist me in the first place."

And then the Relics were retrieved.
"Hopefully, there will be no reason to use them." He commented. He seemed to muse for a moment.
"Why don't you keep holding onto them for now? You seem to have done a fair job of it for this whole time. I see no reason why you can't be trusted to continue to do so. Perhaps we shall make 'Keeper of the Relics' an official title to add to your name." He looked amused.

Gotham's Knights

I'd give it a shot.

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"Then let us be on our way." Sephiroth replied, his face set in resolution. "A country cannot survive without a leader to guide them."
T'vor looked up. The sky seemed foreboding. He suspected it would rain.
"Good thing we have tents." He muttered to himself. "What will you do about the princess?"
"A fair question, my friend. One I haven't resolved yet."

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Sephiroth drew a long breath with closed eyes. After a moment, he nodded, and sheathed his sword. "I will do what I must. And this..was necessary. Was it not?"

"It was." T'vor replied, straightening. "Fear not--we are with you."

"The dragons, too. Hopefully, this was not a mistake."
"Soon, we shall see." T'vor replied. "Mistake or not, however, it is done. You cannot turn back now."
"Very well. Then let us proceed, Azurael."

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Sephiroth seemed unsurprised. "You continue to make poor choices. I suspected as much." From his belt, he drew a long, glinting blade. It had tasted blood before.

T'vor was at his side, lance in hand.

"This does not need to end in violence, princess. I know you realize you are unfit to rule. You were almost begging me just last night to do this." He reminded her. "You asked me for my aid. That is precisely what I am giving you this moment. I ask you to see reason, princess. This is the only way. Even the dragons agree. Do not let it come to this."