Upon full fluffy white wing, the angel held repose against the high winds, raven hair flowing gently though her gown and gear fluttered away briskly in the nightsky, her halo's glow softly igniting her features. If only she could capture the wondrous sight neath her. Oh, so many times had she held reverence up high, keen eyes upon the lit splendour and roiling mirth of the De'Seil Carnival grounds... pretending to be a kite shaped like an angel. Just like the other lantern-bearing ones spaced out far and away beside her. From here she could see the aerial majesty that was Ty. Flipping, flying; music in action by her own right. She was mistress of the trapeze. No other came close. Lights glistened off her taut and finely muscled stature. She swung and fell. They gasped and screamed. She twirled and defied death again. And yet again. They gasped and cheered again. And yet again. When her performance was over, CeCi herself could not help but clap loudly into the high winds, regardless if she was not heard, she whistled on feeling rather inspired by Ty; her grin shone brightly now, fair to say not many should see such a sight. Those unseen; those with chafed and calloused hands, glistening brow and lips, and with dirty and grime covered sore bodies, those of the Lighting and rigging crew threw up a hand to Celleci up high as she flashed a mirror lit by her very being in each direction. "Bravo, my dears... bravo for another impeccable performance held in tow by our own. Bravo!!!" said her angellic accented voice brought to their ears by the power of her command over Wind. To her right, what sounded like a child in throes of frenzied giggles brought a sound not unlike a giggle of an angel to Celleci's own throat. After a gloved hand pressed softly to dusky lips to stifle said giggle, Celleci tossed her other hand high in greeting to the owner of the trickling giggle. “Oh dear, CeCi,” said Jassesi, bright golden eyes peering at her from inside the angel-kite, “but this Faerie never ever gets tired by seeing such a sight made of Ty's abilities and skills, aye! And oh, but does this one ever feel so giddy-like and just want to pee right here and now! Oh, but does this one get so excited! Aye and a promise, says JaSi...! A pee promise Hah!” This little chubby imp of a Faerie always spoke in the strange mannerisms of Celleci. At first it was just a mocking, an annoyingly effective mocking, of CeCi, but for some reason, Jassesi the Kite Flier, kept speaking in such a manner and it stuck. It did irk CeCi some, but over the past year, the angel actually felt flattered that the little blue-headed Fae kept speaking like CeCi. “Agreed, my dear,” said CeCi, her voice still not needed to be raised since she used Wind to bring voices to ears, “very well, JaSi, are you ready to light for Crow then?” “Aye, wingsy! And again aye!” Jassesi rubbed her adorable pudgy belly and the lanterns of the other flock of angel-kites began to burn brighter and when the fire works went off to signal Crow's performance they were ready. “Dwarven ladies and lords! Aim be true!!! Light it up JaSi!!!” [i]“Aye, Celleci!”[/i] The mirrors reflected the intensified warm glow of the lantern by the Light Manipulating imp. The dwarves in the angel-kites turned their spots to hit the gaping holes in the tent of Crow, illuminating the dark shaggy monstrous form with strobing light; they were quick with covering their sources. The shrieks and squeal of delight and terror were their reward. Half way through the performance, the spots were directed in other places across the Carnival, highlighting certain activities and attractions. “Well done. 90 seconds to Vol and wolverines. Second crew on me!” CeCi waved her hand and a gust of wind picked up behind them and they gathered in a loose circle, “this time, do not linger too long on a wolverine... it makes them nervous. Vol can handle them, but anything to make the star at ease, aye?!” [i]“Aye, Celleci!”[/i] 89 seconds later and Celleci was glowing like a nova. Fireworks exploded. “NOW!!!” The lights hit the gaping marks and lit up the other feral routine. Oooohhhs... screams... another perfectly timed Lighting. JaSi and the dwarves cheered in unison. “Time to give Red some assistance...” by the ring toss, many had gathered. But not enough. “drop glitter, my dears... 3... 2... 1... now!” CeCi raised a gloved hand and weaved mid-air, using her power to guide the glitter, as it fell she turned her own mirrors and lit them as they passed by Andracos, people gathered, especially the women, some may have even tossed kerchiefs in his directions, the young naive fools. “Do not say this one does not do anything for you, Kneeler,” said CeCi through a grin. Then the glitter swept away and her spotlight moved with the scintillating cloud and it danced onward toward children as JaSi and the others moved in time with the performance of Vol and his beasts and towards the end of Crow's violent performance. The children spun along, giggling and tossing little hands up to the dancing glitter just out of their reach. It was time for Celleci to change hats now; the glitter swirlled its way towards Red's Firestarter routine. “Well done, aerial crew! Well done! Cheer for them and a cheer for us! Aye and yet again aye! This one shall see you upon the Carnival grounds with the ground crews for a well deserved celebration. Ye have made this angel proud. But more importantly the Lady Co-ordinator Calista smiles no doubt! And the 'Master? Oh but it does smile... if you can all that thing plastered across its mouth a true smile...” Giggles and cheers. Blown kisses and proud tears. “...bravo, my dears, and again, bravo. This angel to the grounds then... but JaSi eyes open for any of this ones fallen sisters or brothers. A single flash of light upon this one and to the skies with blade and more than a willing fight will this one be there for you...” ----- Dressed in full white, complete with a red cross upon her white hat was CeCi, one of many wandering grounds nurses. She walked with a lantern and to hide her glow, her cloak was lined with mirrors thank tinkled together as she walked. And of course, in only a carnival of this kind would a real angel, a once Archangel wear faux feathery wings as costume to hide her true nature. Only in the De'Seil Carnival... But CeCi was not merely a nurse right now. As Rascal, the immense kindly thing, was handing out flowers to the males, ushering them to pass them on to the females upon the grounds, CeCi would hand out balloons and suckers to soothe the crying and upset children at such a sight as Rascal. But tonight... tonight was a different night. A crying child, complete with snot falling from precious button nose, was soothed by Celleci with candies. As she wiped its nose clean and before patting its bottom away back to its folks, CeCi whispered in its ear:[i] “You cry because you see a monster. You should smile because you can make a friend. His name is 'Rascal.' Share your candy and see... his name, it is Rascal... you should tell him yours as well... then you will be friends... aye... aye and a promise little one...”[/i] The first one declined vehemently. The second shyly scurried away back to its folks. The third... well, that was the dam breaker. The brave little blonde with the twin piggy-tails marched promptly up to Rascal; right in the path of the hulking form. A little pale pudgy hand held up a little red round sucker. “'Ello, sir. M'name, 'tis Polly... 'ere, take it then... The tinkly-tinkly angel-nurse... she said yer name... well it be [i]Rascal[/i] then..? ” Rascal took the candy and with an uncertain, confused even, expression upon his face, he turned to Celleci. Silver eyes shone as she nodded and smiled encouragement at Red's bestest buddy. Rascal turned back to Polly. An awkward moment. Then he smiled shyly and nodded his snowy-haired head. Gently and sounding as if from the mouth of a babe: [i]“Whaaa...Scawlll...”[/i] [i]“That be me doggy's name tooooooooooooooooooo!!![/i] Friends now we be, Mr. Rascal!!!!” the little blonde squealed and bounced up and down, blonde piggy-tails and precious dolly skirt fluffing out with her little jumps. Instantly she was suction-cupped to his shin. Another squeal. Another suction-cup. Then another. Then another. Then another. Rascal began guffawing as he turned back to CelleCi. She chuckled lightly and reached up to Rascal and hugged him as well. “Exchange then. You hand out balloons and candies. CeCi will hand out the flowers, aye?” Ever so gently the gargantuan's head nuzzled fondly upon Ceci's nurses cap after they exchanged items. “To Red then! Quickly Rascal! Her show begins in 90 seconds! We need these children there!” The children squealed and giggled as they were lifted up with each leg of Rascal's forward toward his bestest bud. ----- A slender yet finely muscled caramel arm flexed a hand into a fist. A gust of wind brushed past the tossing motion of the red-faced lad and his ball unerringly struck the target beside the dunking tank. [i]~DING!!!~ “Wiiiiiiiner!!!”[/i] Down went Pachid and the crowd cheered. His final coin, his final toss and his final attempt to impress his little sweetie came to fruition. She hugged the dolly that looked suspiciously too much like Starla and then planted a kiss squarely on her hero's mouth. When Pachid surfaced, CeCi was right beside the cage glowering at the vampire. Served him right. Then her features softened as he clambered back onto the dunking seat. With a sheepish smile, she offered a single flower through the cage for him. Silver eyes glistened and her smile turned into a hearty grin as the peace offering dangled between them-- [i]~DING!!!~ “Wiiiiiiiner!!!!” [/i] Down went Pachid and the crowd cheered. CeCi gave a hearty cheer then laughed even heartier as she scurried away, with about a dozen men in tow, chasing after her and her bouquet. ------ Celleci smiled awkwardly as she gave out the final flower. Many a male tried to give it right back to her, but finally they moved on to others, especially when they walked past Arina's kissing booths and Starla's jaw-dropping and other parts ticking performances. The angel blinked twice when the light flashed in her eyes. She shook her head fervently to get it to rise above the clouds of her mind. Her expression had been similar to the goofy puppy looks upon the males watching the siren, the very fully female siren as she worked the crowd. It was the first time that ever happened to CeCi. After gathering her wits she looked to the source of the light. Silver eyes scanned towards the gathering around Red. Red's performance was marvellous as always and as always thankfully without injury, fiery or otherwise to the gathering of children. But that is not where silver eyes were trained. It was upon Grog. In a heartbeat she was there. “Trouble, friend CeCi... angry people!” he said as his crew gathered about, settling in to face off against a rowdy crowd. “But what should this angel do for you, friend Grog, these people--” “Not people, CeCi!” he said in a tone that she was not familiar with against her; impatience. But a similar one all the same; worry, “Grog take care of angry people! Other you take care of! Up in sky! Your sister!” As soon as she looked up, a hail of light from the aeriel crew hit her silver eyes. But the light was not distracting enough for her to not see what flew in darkness above them. “[i]That[/i] is no sister of mine...” seethed CeCi and now it was Grog's turn to be taken aback by her tone of voice; the ire of an angel. “...but thank you, Grog. You are more of a sibling to Celleci than that... thing...” CeCi hurriedly made her way over behind Eikki's tent to shed her nurses garb. “Grog, be safe! There is shadow abound. Stay in the Light. Call Celleci, to her feather if you need this one. CeCi will always be there for you!!” Down went the lantern. Off went the cap. Off went the fake wings. From her pack she grabbed two items. After splitting it in twain, from the fake wings she grabbed her special item. After a second thought, she decided to leave the mirrored cloak behind. If she must glow, if a halo she must show, then so be it. She must face the fallen one as herself, as a very female Guardian Angel. “...a transcendent Guardian Angel... or whatever this one truly is... for tonight is a new night...” ---- One would look at Celleci, even with her wings fully spread, she would seem rather frail, with a matching docile demeanour. With flowing raven hair, pitch perfect cheekbones and nose, and with full dusky lips ever pulled upward with a hint of a smile many would consider her features pretty. She had enough curves upon her dainty body and enough swell in her bosom to be considered attractive. Long shapely legs and thin ankes and cute toes whispered for hands to reach out and feel just how smooth and angel's skin is. Only a select few had ever seen her look [hider=like this.] [img=http://i1305.photobucket.com/albums/s550/BOINGSY/archangel_zps3447745b.jpg][/hider] Only those of true Light could see beneath the cowl of an ArchAngel. “Your name.. it is not known to this one yet...” said Celleci, who was not Celleci right now. Even her voice was unrecognizable. She stood over it. Broken sword, not looking so broken at the moment and more like it was lit by a thousand suns. Silver eyes, that were not silver right now, peer deep into the fallen's yellowed eyes, forcing her aura upon the mirror of Lies hiding it's name... It could not outfly her. It could not. It could not out fight her. It could not. It could not stand before her. It could not and so she made it kneel. Even in mortal time, even with taint denied, even though she oppressed her true being, she was still who she was. A general in the War that only the ancients of Ancients could know; the War for the The Truths and Lies. Yes, she did not have a name because she would not allow herself such a powerful thing in this side of existence. Yes, she was in mortal time because she would not allow herself to stay linked to the immortal Kingdom in the Azure. Yes, she could not wield any other power other than Wind. But no, her sword was not truly broken. It only reflected the state of an angel's heart. Her taloned foot gave a sharp twist and the darkened wing beneath it lost a few more feathers. “This one will know your name... for it is upon you soul...” Celleci who was not Celleci in this moment spoke like a different kind of angel. One that would not become fallen. The blazing blade held at its throat, constricting all breath and voice. Celleci did not want answers right now. “When your name is known, fallen... your soul will no longer be yours to possess. Nay. Nay and a promise, fallen.” The female redhead fallen's arms lay splayed out wide, pinned by a force more than just mere Wind. It choked away trying to speak, trying to give reason for Celleci, who was not Celleci right now, to stop what she intended to do; to stop her from becoming less than an angel in Light. But this angel was just not having it. No, she was going to have something else. The mirror to its soul shattered and the angel would have its name. And its sou-- [i]“Thank you, CeCi...”[/i] The voice of BreathTaking Skies spoke to her from golden feather and she could not resist her vow to go when called. Celleci screeched wildly once then took to the skies, her prey below holding its throat and gasping for breath. She was so close, ever so close to having its name. And her first soul. She did not look back in shame. Nay, she would have another chance again. She knew she would lose her station as an ArchAngel with that first soul claimed. Celleci screeched wildly again and her golden wings retreated. In its stead was her white plumage and her normal form and visage. But silvery eyes glinted as she flew back to Ty. She knew she would lose her station as an ArchAngel with her first kill. But that was part of the plan. ------ She landed outside of Ty's tent and tried to regain her composure. The note had gained her attention as her wings took her back to the Carnival. Mid-flight she had read it and normally calm and calculating Celleci had become a bundle of nerves and teeming with torn emotions. Especially now that she could see Ty's form flowing away, dressed in her normal comfy casual wear, undoubtedly tasked by the 'Master at such an hour. Ty was in no danger. The elemental was just being herself. Sweet and grateful for all things that made her happy. That was where they met in the middle; seeking happiness. But for all intents and purposes, they never met there in person. She sighed and shook her head. Timing was off between Ty and CeCi; it was as if Fate herself toyed with the two females meeting up together only to split them apart again. Another moment she took to herself and was finally disturbed by a whirring sound made by precious gossamer wings. “Heeeeeeyyyy... SeeeeeeeSeeeeee....” the blue-headed cherub was drunk, “ya' dinna come t'thine own celebarationaries party, wingsy...?” The little thing that was half Celleci's height buzzed and bumbled its way into her face and burped. Ceci scrunched up her face and caught the pudgy Fae like a child, one arm around waist, the other under both knees. “JaSi, you smell,” she said sternly, but silver eyes glowed with much humour. “Awwww... wingsy... that why ya dinna go...?” JaSi sniffed under one armpit, then the other. A soured look took her face then she shrugged. “Faeries always smells likes flowers to me, CeCi...” “Nay, drunken Faeries smell like human armpits, my dear...” They both had a little chuckle. “But go on then, Jassesi... have some fun for this angel then... work; it never ends for this one, after all... and tell Lady Callista to keep a cold one for CeCi then too, if you please... be there soon, my dear, aye?” [i]“Aye, Celleci!”[/i] golden eyes widened as Jassesi saluted buzzed her multi-coloured insect-like wings into life again. CeCi let go of JaSi and the cherub-like fairy held her lounging position, hovering there, mid-air. A drunken half-lidded smile at CeCi. A blown kiss in return and a rough, playful shove sending the imp floating off in the other direction, still in her lounging pose. “Roll up, roll up cherry and all...” sang the Fae, a bit off-key but with much enthusiasm. ~ CeCi shook her head as she chuckled, then she turned and her own wings burst into feathery white life and she took flight towards the 'Master's wagon. She was in good spirits and much calmer now, all things considered. But when she arrived at Mr. Seil's door, she was dressed up in full ArchAngel regalia. She rapped at the door gently, full golden wing and shining golden sword brandished. She just had to make sure to do this just right. Today was supposed to be a new day afterall.