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I didn't know if they would be recurring characters. I'll add them
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Keeping a list of all the side characters
-Gin: Trying to take over
-Rue: Little Bite fairy
-Kaila: Nightmare 2nd in command
-Harper: Dream 2nd in command
-Crios: Doctor over staff - Dream
-Cho: Dream Chef
-Finn: Dream Plant Sibling
-Stella: Dream Plant Sibling
-Inui: Dream Illusion master
-Rasha: Dream Shape shifting trouble maker
-Lilium: Nightmare Dread Slayer
-Filo: Nightmare twin Defender, nursemaid
-Feena: Nightmare twin Defender, nursemaid
-Kaila's troop: Nightmare task force (5)- [2= Naginata Duo]
-Gin: Trying to take over
-Rue: Little Bite fairy
-Kaila: Nightmare 2nd in command
-Harper: Dream 2nd in command
-Crios: Doctor over staff - Dream
-Cho: Dream Chef
-Finn: Dream Plant Sibling
-Stella: Dream Plant Sibling
-Inui: Dream Illusion master
-Rasha: Dream Shape shifting trouble maker
-Lilium: Nightmare Dread Slayer
-Filo: Nightmare twin Defender, nursemaid
-Feena: Nightmare twin Defender, nursemaid
-Kaila's troop: Nightmare task force (5)- [2= Naginata Duo]
Ace watched as Harper stood, curiously raising an eyebrow. She then smiled and saluted with her good hand. "I've been through worse." She laughed lightly and stood with Harper. The sudden serious tone of his made her nod simply. It wad true whether they wanted to believe it or not. The other group may have had more people, but that didn't mean any of them were experienced. Nonetheless, Ace had full faith in them. She trusted they wouldn't die. They couldn't. But after all the hard work they put into making it this far. She saw the determination in their eyes every time they spoke of going home. It would have been sick a waste of they didn't accomplish their dreams. It made her wonder about her own dreams and wishes. She didn't have much of a reason to go home like everyone else, and she didn't really want to leave either.
The thought left her before she finished thanks to bandages that were tossed to her. "Oh thanks." She said before slowly bandaging from her palm to a little under her wrist. The other injuries were left alone, and she tossed the bandages back to Zephy. She didn't want to waste them if they were needed again. Like Inadi said, who knew what else was in the cave. "Onward, to the others it is." Harper led the way, and Ace took up the rear, to make sure no one fell too far behind. Leila was by Harper and Inadi fell into step beside her. Ace looked over at him when he spoke to her.
. “I think he pushes himself too hard. Did he do that whole brave act against the sirens or whatever else you all did before I showed up?”
The girl couldn't help but laugh softly towards Inadi's worry. She smiled and patted his shoulder, looking over at Harper. "It's for a good reason. He knows that he won't survive if he is doubtful and cowering away from the challenge." Ace crossed her arms, adjusting her hat in the process. "He pushes himself because he wants everyone to be safe, and because he wants to go home." With a playful grin, she added. "And that's no act. Harper is the bravest kid I know!" 'Heh, and I don't know that many people.' "For someone to be as scared as he was, standing up to danger? That's pretty darn brave to me. It's him tapping into his inner bravery. You just have to be there to give him a slight nudge forward every now and then."
What Ace said, she believed to be one hundred percent true. For Harper to brave through everything he was afraid of was pretty admiring. She was a little shocked that he didn't keel over when she had first met him. Jasper too. But they were both braving through it. They were both strong to her. Ace didn't know the others as well, but she could probably say they were all fairly unique in their own way. "Heh, no need to worry Inadi. Harper is fine. He won't go over board." She sounded so sure of herself, even though the possibilities were endless. But she stayed optimistic, and she kept moving forward.
"You really want to prove yourself, huh? Why don't you just stick with the job you have? There's no need to do anything you're not capable of. Let the others handle it." Sitting at a desk, an angel shuffled through papers, reorganizing them. Not once did he look up to the angel standing in front of his desk. That angel started to say something, with a look of determination on his eye, but was soon interrupted. An angel walked into the office, moving past Aoba, the one standing, and whispered something to the angel sitting at the desk. Aoba stood quietly, shifting on his feet, waiting for his answer. But like normal, the angels pushed him to the side, occasionally telling him to go with the younger angels. It wasn't that they were being mean to him, they just didn't believe he was ready to face the true work of the angels. He had finally put his foot down about his wants as a medic angel and visited the one in charge of displacements, and other important things, one being the medical staff. All the blue-eyed male wanted was to show the angels that he was as important as the rest.
By their facial expressions, and how their wings ruffled every so often, the news had to be big. Aoba touched his halo gently and it glowed ever so slightly. "Fenrir, sir. . ." The young angel spoke slowly, stopping when both pairs of eyes were on him. "Could you at least give me a chance?" He mustered up all the bravery he could in order to speak out. He was answered with a soft groan and a shuffle of papers. The unnamed angel blinked and then tapped Fenrir's shoulder. Without a word, he pointed to a file in front of him and nudged the other angel once more. Both seemed to look as they got an idea, and Fenrir spoke, his eyes closing for a brief moment.
"Alright. I'll give you your chance." Aoba perked up immediately, but paused when Fenrir lifted his hand. "But. If you bow out of this task, or you don't accomplish it. . . You'll be stripped of your medic status. You'll end up having to take the basics all over again." It was a risky challenge, but Aoba accepted it.
"I won't let you down. I promise."
The angel leaning against the desk merely sighed and shook his head. "You're aware of the new prisoner we have yes? If not, well, we've captured the son of Satan. His youngest one I believe. The male has some terrible injuries, and you'll be in charge of fixing them. Is this clear?"
Aoba nodded quickly. There was a faint shock to know that he was going to be healing an extremely dangerous criminal. From all the stories, he knew that all of the sons were nothing but trouble- then again all demons were. It was what he was taught and it was a way of life. "I won't fail." And with that, he hurried off to start his new mission.
As he left, the two angels looked at one another. "How long do you think he'll last?"
"He won't get through one session. But the kid had to learn the harsh reality someway. But when he does fail, he'll be out of the way. And he can easily be a messenger like some of the other angels." They weren't intentionally being as rude as they were, but it did prove that even angels weren't entirely pure.
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Aoba quietly walked down the pure white mable walls of the prison. The only thing that wasn't completely white was the gray bars signifying the prison status. He held his medical kit tight in one hand, while he followed a prison guard to where he'd need to treat the demon. "Careful, he's s fighter. We'll be right here if you need us. Just call."
The words didn't make him feel any more safe, but he simply nodded as the door was unlocked. Aoba hesitantly stepped in, seeing a figure off towards the corner. There was a chain wrapped around his ankle, and slowly Aoba could make out the many scars and bruises on his arms and legs, but he couldn't see his hidden face. "I'm- I'm Aoba. I'm going to be... your personal medic until you get better." He tried to sound brave but it didn't work as he planned and his voice came out shakily and quietly.
By their facial expressions, and how their wings ruffled every so often, the news had to be big. Aoba touched his halo gently and it glowed ever so slightly. "Fenrir, sir. . ." The young angel spoke slowly, stopping when both pairs of eyes were on him. "Could you at least give me a chance?" He mustered up all the bravery he could in order to speak out. He was answered with a soft groan and a shuffle of papers. The unnamed angel blinked and then tapped Fenrir's shoulder. Without a word, he pointed to a file in front of him and nudged the other angel once more. Both seemed to look as they got an idea, and Fenrir spoke, his eyes closing for a brief moment.
"Alright. I'll give you your chance." Aoba perked up immediately, but paused when Fenrir lifted his hand. "But. If you bow out of this task, or you don't accomplish it. . . You'll be stripped of your medic status. You'll end up having to take the basics all over again." It was a risky challenge, but Aoba accepted it.
"I won't let you down. I promise."
The angel leaning against the desk merely sighed and shook his head. "You're aware of the new prisoner we have yes? If not, well, we've captured the son of Satan. His youngest one I believe. The male has some terrible injuries, and you'll be in charge of fixing them. Is this clear?"
Aoba nodded quickly. There was a faint shock to know that he was going to be healing an extremely dangerous criminal. From all the stories, he knew that all of the sons were nothing but trouble- then again all demons were. It was what he was taught and it was a way of life. "I won't fail." And with that, he hurried off to start his new mission.
As he left, the two angels looked at one another. "How long do you think he'll last?"
"He won't get through one session. But the kid had to learn the harsh reality someway. But when he does fail, he'll be out of the way. And he can easily be a messenger like some of the other angels." They weren't intentionally being as rude as they were, but it did prove that even angels weren't entirely pure.
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Aoba quietly walked down the pure white mable walls of the prison. The only thing that wasn't completely white was the gray bars signifying the prison status. He held his medical kit tight in one hand, while he followed a prison guard to where he'd need to treat the demon. "Careful, he's s fighter. We'll be right here if you need us. Just call."
The words didn't make him feel any more safe, but he simply nodded as the door was unlocked. Aoba hesitantly stepped in, seeing a figure off towards the corner. There was a chain wrapped around his ankle, and slowly Aoba could make out the many scars and bruises on his arms and legs, but he couldn't see his hidden face. "I'm- I'm Aoba. I'm going to be... your personal medic until you get better." He tried to sound brave but it didn't work as he planned and his voice came out shakily and quietly.
Their hands met and he watched as the symbol on Seishu's hand grew. It meant that Seishu did survive the accident, and that he wasn't on the brink of death anymore. The guardian gave a content sigh, keeping his eyes on their hands. He let the odd energy spark and flow between them. Every time they got close, the energy would do something like it. It was such an odd sensation, but Enasi didn't think he minded too much. For as long as the meeting went, was how long the burgundy haired male stayed silent. He didn't want to interrupt an important report between Seishu and his minions. This didn't mean he didn't listen. He kept a close ear on it, listening to see if anything would come to his concern as well. All of it did, but he was sure it was more of personal worry than anything. The interaction between nightmare and minion was quite sentimental, and it made it clear how close Seishu was to his minions. Just as Enasi was close to his. He didn't expect less, but it was a cute moment. Even Seishu had his loveable side.
The twins began to depart, making Enasi look up as they create the portal. He caught on to the looks that they were given and merely looked over at Seishu. As they left, he pulled his hand away slowly and turning to sit by Seishu, facing the same direction he was. He lifted his legs, and rested his head on his knees. He looked around at the view before him and then to Seishu. "After you passed out, I told those two minions to drag you somewhere safe, which they did. I stayed with Lilium, she I tried to contain her, and tried to talk reason into her. . . But she seemed too far gone to realize her wrongdoing. But even I could see in her eyes... She was torn inside, not knowing what to do." The next part made him rub his arm gently. "I tried to contain her, but she did the craziest thing of.... cutting her arm... off. I was a little shocked, and it have her opportunity to escape back into the Nightmare Realm." He shook his head and looked down in thought. "A lot of those minions of yours... to see you once more... they were so shocked, a lot even overjoyed. There's still hope in your reign." Enasi looked over at him with a soft look in his eyes. "Minions still want their Seishu back." He gave a small smile and then put his legs down, only to rest with his arms propping him up.
"In other news, Rue is also safe at home. He suffered a few injuries, but I told the guard to send him straight to Crios." With that being said, Enasi quieted down to let Seishu mull over his words. 'All of my dreams are gone home. Which means Harper is probably worrying about me for not returning with the others.
I'm fine Harper. His focus was on multiple things at once. Not checking on Rue before made him wonder and hope was okay, along with his other minions who were injured. He trusted his medical staff, so he didn't worry too much about the injured.
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As Harper waited, he thought over who would possibly be the best candidate for protecting the Nightmare. He couldn't risk taking his guards out of their positions. They needed to be ready for any attacks sent their way and they had positions to hold. This may have been harder than imagined- without practically asking everyone up front if they'd be willing to protect the guardian. Hopefully, Crios managed to do as he said.
Going over the patients, Crios listened as some mingled between each other. He was listening for the "braver ones" along with the any suspicious talk. The last thing he needed was the dream minions questioning the authority and the tactics. They didn't need that again. As he tended to a dream, one with a broken tail, he over heard a few talking. It made his own tail and ears twitch ever so slightly.
"Finn, you fought valiantly."
"Ha, I didn't know you plant siblings were such good fighters!"
"Even how you two managed to defend the Nightmare Guardian while those other two minions took him to safety. Amazing."
A male with an excessive amount of green on, including the earthly green tint of his hair and eyes, only smiled humbly. "We only followed our Guardian's wishes." The girl next to him didn't have as much green on, but she did have many flowers on her, and it looked as though a few branches were propped in her hair. She smiled with her brother, a little more enthusiastic. "Those nightmares were no match for us. Hehe." The two siblings were getting complimenter for their fighting efforts.
Crios continued treating his patients, planning to speak with them afterwards. He didn't want to make too much of a big deal out of it because the plan needed to stay low key, and they still had yet to explain their plans to Lord Enasi.
The twins began to depart, making Enasi look up as they create the portal. He caught on to the looks that they were given and merely looked over at Seishu. As they left, he pulled his hand away slowly and turning to sit by Seishu, facing the same direction he was. He lifted his legs, and rested his head on his knees. He looked around at the view before him and then to Seishu. "After you passed out, I told those two minions to drag you somewhere safe, which they did. I stayed with Lilium, she I tried to contain her, and tried to talk reason into her. . . But she seemed too far gone to realize her wrongdoing. But even I could see in her eyes... She was torn inside, not knowing what to do." The next part made him rub his arm gently. "I tried to contain her, but she did the craziest thing of.... cutting her arm... off. I was a little shocked, and it have her opportunity to escape back into the Nightmare Realm." He shook his head and looked down in thought. "A lot of those minions of yours... to see you once more... they were so shocked, a lot even overjoyed. There's still hope in your reign." Enasi looked over at him with a soft look in his eyes. "Minions still want their Seishu back." He gave a small smile and then put his legs down, only to rest with his arms propping him up.
"In other news, Rue is also safe at home. He suffered a few injuries, but I told the guard to send him straight to Crios." With that being said, Enasi quieted down to let Seishu mull over his words. 'All of my dreams are gone home. Which means Harper is probably worrying about me for not returning with the others.
I'm fine Harper. His focus was on multiple things at once. Not checking on Rue before made him wonder and hope was okay, along with his other minions who were injured. He trusted his medical staff, so he didn't worry too much about the injured.
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As Harper waited, he thought over who would possibly be the best candidate for protecting the Nightmare. He couldn't risk taking his guards out of their positions. They needed to be ready for any attacks sent their way and they had positions to hold. This may have been harder than imagined- without practically asking everyone up front if they'd be willing to protect the guardian. Hopefully, Crios managed to do as he said.
Going over the patients, Crios listened as some mingled between each other. He was listening for the "braver ones" along with the any suspicious talk. The last thing he needed was the dream minions questioning the authority and the tactics. They didn't need that again. As he tended to a dream, one with a broken tail, he over heard a few talking. It made his own tail and ears twitch ever so slightly.
"Finn, you fought valiantly."
"Ha, I didn't know you plant siblings were such good fighters!"
"Even how you two managed to defend the Nightmare Guardian while those other two minions took him to safety. Amazing."
A male with an excessive amount of green on, including the earthly green tint of his hair and eyes, only smiled humbly. "We only followed our Guardian's wishes." The girl next to him didn't have as much green on, but she did have many flowers on her, and it looked as though a few branches were propped in her hair. She smiled with her brother, a little more enthusiastic. "Those nightmares were no match for us. Hehe." The two siblings were getting complimenter for their fighting efforts.
Crios continued treating his patients, planning to speak with them afterwards. He didn't want to make too much of a big deal out of it because the plan needed to stay low key, and they still had yet to explain their plans to Lord Enasi.
Curious Minions:
Finn- Plant Person
Stella- Finn's sister, Plant Person
Finn- Plant Person
Stella- Finn's sister, Plant Person
Name: Aoba
Race: Angel, Fallen Angel
Age: Unknown
Height: 5"11
Weight: The perfect weight
Hair: Light brown, short length hair. It's always kept in a neat short style.
Eyes: Deep blue eyes
Skin: Fair skin, that color in between pale and tanned
Build: Slender build, with toned leg muscles.
Clothes: As an angel, he is normally clad in a typical white robe, but because he is apart of the medical team, his sleeves are short and loose to keep them out of the way. His robe is a pure white color, like many others but his is shorter to coexist with the constant moving he has to do in order to tend the warrior angels, and others who get hurt. So, he wears white pants. The only thing thay isn't white is the deep blue tie around his waist that signifies his status as a medic.
Accessories: None
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): As a medic, he was graced with the power to heal, along with his white fluffy wings. But most of his power is stripped away, so he's not left with much.
General Personality: Aoba is kind, caring, and a hardworker. In everything he does he tries to give his all. This young angel is also very curious. He doesn't get to go to earth like the higher up medics, so he's left to question and wonder. Aoba always wants to know why things work the way they do, and his curiosity can sometimes get him into trouble. As an angel, he's pure, although not all angels are pure of heart, especially not the warrior angels.
Background: Aoba was given life, and his first duties were simply to "be a good little angel". Despite having such pure statuses as angels, he was always casted aside and ignored while everyone attended to "more important things". One day he decided he needed to prove that he existed to the higher up angels, so he became a medic. The young angel is good at what he does, but he still has a hard time trying to impress the others, and that seems to be a goal of his. If only he could impress the higher angels with the brighter glows and the prettier wings.
Race: Angel, Fallen Angel
Age: Unknown
Height: 5"11
Weight: The perfect weight
Hair: Light brown, short length hair. It's always kept in a neat short style.
Eyes: Deep blue eyes
Skin: Fair skin, that color in between pale and tanned
Build: Slender build, with toned leg muscles.
Clothes: As an angel, he is normally clad in a typical white robe, but because he is apart of the medical team, his sleeves are short and loose to keep them out of the way. His robe is a pure white color, like many others but his is shorter to coexist with the constant moving he has to do in order to tend the warrior angels, and others who get hurt. So, he wears white pants. The only thing thay isn't white is the deep blue tie around his waist that signifies his status as a medic.
Accessories: None
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): As a medic, he was graced with the power to heal, along with his white fluffy wings. But most of his power is stripped away, so he's not left with much.
General Personality: Aoba is kind, caring, and a hardworker. In everything he does he tries to give his all. This young angel is also very curious. He doesn't get to go to earth like the higher up medics, so he's left to question and wonder. Aoba always wants to know why things work the way they do, and his curiosity can sometimes get him into trouble. As an angel, he's pure, although not all angels are pure of heart, especially not the warrior angels.
Background: Aoba was given life, and his first duties were simply to "be a good little angel". Despite having such pure statuses as angels, he was always casted aside and ignored while everyone attended to "more important things". One day he decided he needed to prove that he existed to the higher up angels, so he became a medic. The young angel is good at what he does, but he still has a hard time trying to impress the others, and that seems to be a goal of his. If only he could impress the higher angels with the brighter glows and the prettier wings.
*Add these questions*
1] Who would be your potential Lost Soul Lover?
2) Who do you consider the loveliest when it comes to fabulousness?
3- Any styles you want to steal from, anyone in Nowhere?
5) Are you aware that Ace (and I think a few others) don't know you're a guy? How do you feel about it?
Edit: To make it an even number.
6: What's the main thing going through your head as you go through Nowhere?
1] Who would be your potential Lost Soul Lover?
2) Who do you consider the loveliest when it comes to fabulousness?
3- Any styles you want to steal from, anyone in Nowhere?
5) Are you aware that Ace (and I think a few others) don't know you're a guy? How do you feel about it?
Edit: To make it an even number.
6: What's the main thing going through your head as you go through Nowhere?
Hmph, the lines weren't very necessary I guess.
Character time?
Character time?
Our Plan!
I was thinking that Heaven's prison will be made of white mable like stuff, the light bouncing off the walls rather painful for the demon since he's use to more mild light, and normally travels earth at night. The starting point would be some time fater, say, the fifth interrogation and your guy will have been newly assigned to the prison block. Maybe even as a punishment for something, but that's up to you of course. I think that after six or seven encounters your guy would have enough doubts to send the guards away, giving us pleant of time in the prison without draggin out too long. We can talk more about the exile some time later, but I was thinking a country setting. Maybe with a farm near a forest or something :P
I too was thinking of the pure white stone and such. Not so much fluffly clouds- although I may add a fluffy cloud here or there.
And that does give me an idea as to why my guy would be assigned to the son of Satan. And having the intro is good. I agree.
And the country setting when he gets exiled right?
Since angels are nutorious for never doing hard labor unless you're a warrior angel y'know :P
~~~Anywhoo~~~
It'll start off as a faded white, light gray color and he loses his glow, halo, annd pretty much everything except his wings.
I'd say and almost hand of god type thing where some head honcho angel does that epic speech then throwing him to the earth with a blast of energy. He survives the fall, but leaves a mark in the ground where he strikes, and that makes him an official Fallen Angel. Oh, and also, maybe a mark(Something kool looking) on his face or something, a place he can't hide it, to make him for other angels and for demons. The fall would activate the slow stripping of his powers, and there would be an angel or a holy person down on the planet to show him to his new "Home". maybe explain a few things. WHat cha think?
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Perfect!
That gives me plenty of ideas for a post that has yet to come!
I must think of an epic speech too...
I was thinking of maybe, a two day trial type thing, so the stuff on earth can be prepared, so you don't have to make some epicly uber long post starting from when I escape heaven to when you are thrown to earth, sound good?
I was thinking that Heaven's prison will be made of white mable like stuff, the light bouncing off the walls rather painful for the demon since he's use to more mild light, and normally travels earth at night. The starting point would be some time fater, say, the fifth interrogation and your guy will have been newly assigned to the prison block. Maybe even as a punishment for something, but that's up to you of course. I think that after six or seven encounters your guy would have enough doubts to send the guards away, giving us pleant of time in the prison without draggin out too long. We can talk more about the exile some time later, but I was thinking a country setting. Maybe with a farm near a forest or something :P
I too was thinking of the pure white stone and such. Not so much fluffly clouds- although I may add a fluffy cloud here or there.
And that does give me an idea as to why my guy would be assigned to the son of Satan. And having the intro is good. I agree.
And the country setting when he gets exiled right?
Since angels are nutorious for never doing hard labor unless you're a warrior angel y'know :P
~~~Anywhoo~~~
It'll start off as a faded white, light gray color and he loses his glow, halo, annd pretty much everything except his wings.
I'd say and almost hand of god type thing where some head honcho angel does that epic speech then throwing him to the earth with a blast of energy. He survives the fall, but leaves a mark in the ground where he strikes, and that makes him an official Fallen Angel. Oh, and also, maybe a mark(Something kool looking) on his face or something, a place he can't hide it, to make him for other angels and for demons. The fall would activate the slow stripping of his powers, and there would be an angel or a holy person down on the planet to show him to his new "Home". maybe explain a few things. WHat cha think?
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Perfect!
That gives me plenty of ideas for a post that has yet to come!
I must think of an epic speech too...
I was thinking of maybe, a two day trial type thing, so the stuff on earth can be prepared, so you don't have to make some epicly uber long post starting from when I escape heaven to when you are thrown to earth, sound good?
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