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Post by Chocolate on Feb 4, 2011 0:31:09 GMT
Nala
She slumped agaisnt the wall, some orange hair falling in frount of her face. Raphaels words echoed into her own. 'Meditation.' Simple but very complex, if that was even possible. She chewed on her lip trying to figure out how she should start the meditation process. She sighed thinking that it would be best to close her eyes and try to inch her way back into her missing memories.
She became lost in her thoughts, her eyes closed. Her expression was easilly noted to be one of thoughtfulness and determination, two of Nalas more common looks. She closed her eyes tightr as she tried to penetrate the black wall in her memory. Nala knew that behind this wall were her memories, wether she wanted to remember or not.
She sighed, knowing it will take a lot more to break the wall. She opened her green eyes again. She clenched her fist in concentration and leaned her head agaisnt the wall again, looking up at the ceiling.
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Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 4, 2011 20:31:23 GMT
and you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness[/font] Joshua walked slowly away from the office along the corridor, head bowed, deep in thought. His boss has just told him about his new assignment, and he was a bit worried about it. Generally he dealt with children... being an imaginary friend was his speciality, but this was different.
This time he had to go help an adult, and not just any adult... an FBI agent, which Joshua's boss said was some kind of police. Joshua didn't know much about that sort of thing. He knew about Playstations and ice cream and whether mom was in a Bad Mood (no TV) or a Good Mood (Pizza Hut), but he didn't know much about grown up issues down there. His boss had said that he was the best angel for the job though... maybe because he was good at getting people to believe in stuff they hadn't before, so he was to leave asap.
Walking with his head bowed, he almost tripped over someone who was sitting by a wall on the floor. He stopped abruptly, and looked up, surprised.
"You're not wearing any shoes," he stated, green eyes wide, and the beginnings of a boyish smile dimpling the corners of his mouth.
but i promise you you'll see the sun again[/center]
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Post by Chocolate on Feb 4, 2011 21:20:37 GMT
Nala
She looked up startled, suddenly on her...bare feet. She rolled her eyes, her hand still protectively wrapped around her dagger. "I know that." She stated, rather annoyed. She never wore shoes, they pinched her feet and made her mad. She just stopped wearing them after a while.
She put the hand that was on her dagger on her stomach. "You tripped over me." She stated, staring at his boy-sh grin. 'How uncommon for something like this to happen,' She thought to herself. Nala was musing over the fact that the angel acted more like a kid then an angel, but who was she to blame? She acted more like an angel with an attitude if he wanted to start judging her.
Her emerald eyes stared into his, questioning him on what he was doing, tripping over her.
While staring at him, her mind instantly began going over ways on how to defeat him, if it had come to a fight. This was another tactic she had learned since waking up. Never trust anyone, because they sure as hell won't trust you. They would much rather stab you in the back then help you to your feet. She sighed quietly looking down. Her bare foot tapped impatiently, as if she had something better to do, which she didn't of course. She acted as if she had a home to go to, which she didn't. Nala acted as if she belonged in heaven, something she doubted often.
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Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 4, 2011 22:00:17 GMT
and you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness[/font] At the snappy rejoinder the orange-haired angel offered him, Joshua smiled even more. Of course she knew she wasn't wearing shoes, it would be really weird if she didn't... Joshua decided he liked her - she reminded him of a little girl he had been assigned to the year before... Mikela. She had been really angry too, at first. But by the time it was time for Joshua to leave she had been much happier. Her hair had been red, not orange like this angel's hair.
"You were sitting in the middle of the floor," he replied cheerfully, not a trace of antagonism anywhere in his pleasantly gravelly voice. "I like your hair."
He had a habit of changing the subject without warning... another vestige of his work with children. Children could have lengthy conversations about hundreds of the strangest things, often all within the space of a minute. That abilty had rubbed off onto Joshua.
"Why are you sitting there?" he asked, tipping his head on one side as he studied her with curious eyes.
He ruffled his wings briefly as he watched her, allowing the white-gold feathers to settle back naturally. He couldn't help but notice the scar on her stomach, and thought to himself that she must be an archangel - one of the warriors who guarded heaven from the Evil down below. Not for the first time Joshua wished he was an archangel. He had always wanted a sword.
but i promise you you'll see the sun again[/center]
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Post by Chocolate on Feb 4, 2011 22:11:46 GMT
Nala
She rolled her green eyes. "I was sitting by the wall!" She said, almost laughing. There was something about him that could make her laugh, maybe it was just the way he acted. Yea, She decided. It was the way he walked,talked and how he looked that gave her the impression of a lovable teddy bear, or an imaginary friend.
She chuckled quietly. It was her first real experience in this category, socializing. A subject in which she knew nothing about.
She blinked when he told her that he liked her strange hair. She shrugged, not really caring for the color of her, what some called absurd hair color. She was created to stand out, and she will do so, with her attitude and her hair.
Yet again he changed the subject again. His words rang in her ears. Why was she sitting here? She thought back. Oh, trying to connect with her inner self, thats why. "Trying to grab hold of reality." She said, staring at him, slightly ruffling her silvery white wings in the process.
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Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 5, 2011 11:10:59 GMT
and you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness[/font][/color][/size] This surprised Joshua, and he raised his eyebrows at the diminutive figure at his feet.
"Why?" he asked.
In his mind, reality was not something to try to grab hold of, it was something to try to escape from. There was too much hardship and sadness in reality, and Joshua's job was to lead people away from it for a while into a fantasy world, a world of their own imaginings, where everything was good and nothing could hurt you.
But then, he supposed, once his job was finished they all had to go back to reality, hopefully better able to cope with whatever it had in store for them. If he had done his job right that is.
He considered this now, folding his arms and leaning back against the opposite wall, looking down at the small orange-haired angel who looked so sad.
"Did Something Bad happen to you?" he asked then, tilting his head to one side.
He should really be on his way to his next assignment, but it could wait. This was important.
but i promise you you'll see the sun again[/center]
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Post by Chocolate on Feb 5, 2011 15:13:53 GMT
Nala
She sighed, looking at her feet. His words echoed in her ears, 'Did something bad happen to you?' She didn't wan't to remember the memory that flooded through her mind.
She nodded slowly, sudenlly becoming quiet, afaid that her voice might betray her.
It was as if she could still feel the blood running down her side. 'Worthless, Only a nuisance.' The devils words echoed throught her, leaving a cold sense of abandonment.
She shuffled her foot uneasily, still looking at the ground, holding back tears.
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Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 6, 2011 22:45:41 GMT
and you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness[/font][/color][/size] The Cherubim could see the pain in the archangel's eyes, and his expression grew serious. Stepping forward he crouched down before her, and reached out a hand to touch her shoulder. A natural gesture for a guardian angel... touch was the greatest form of comfort.
"You're hurting," he stated, dipping his head to catch her eye. "What hurts?"
He knew it wasn't a physical pain that affected her so, although it could perhaps be the memory of one. It felt to Joshua more a pain of the heart, or even of the mind...
Sometimes his assignments had pain of the mind... usually when they had seen something that they found it hard to cope with - some trauma that their young minds tried to assimilate, but could not. That was when they grew troubled, began to withdraw from the world, and Joshua had his work cut out to bring them back.
That was what he could feel now, from this flame-haired Heavenly soul. But that shouldn't be so - angels were above the tribulations of Earth, and so Joshua couldn't understand it.
but i promise you you'll see the sun again[/center]
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Post by Chocolate on Feb 7, 2011 18:29:17 GMT
Nala
She bit her lip, holding back the words that threatend to tear her apart. How could she, Nala one of the arch-angel, tell him. She should have been strong enough, she should have fought back, but she didn't she just stood and watched as her sanity slowly fell away into broken pieces.
'Whats hurting?' She asked herself. It felt as if her heart was aching, searching for something it could grab onto, something it could count on, even if the world was falling apart. She wanted love. Just to know that someone cared about her. That was all, nothing was there when she stood in frount of the devil. Nothing but the intense feeling of lonliness.
"My heart." She whispered, "My heart hurts." At that moment it was almost as if the archangel was a little kid, coming from an abusive family, searching for love in the wrong places.
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Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 8, 2011 10:30:48 GMT
and you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness[/font][/color][/size] Cherubims are sensitive to the thoughts and feelings of others, and doubly so when it comes to one of their own. So at Nala's reply Joshua felt his own heart break.
He scooted across the floor until he was beside her, then with no regard for the fact that she was an archangel and therefore didn't like to be touched without permission, he enfolded her into his strong arms, cradling her head into his chest.
"Poor thing, poor Nala," he crooned, his steady heartbeat strong against her ear. "You shouldn't hurt. You're an archangel. You're a warrior. You're strong."
He knew there was something very wrong with her, but didn't quite know what he could do to help. Maybe he should take her to see someone... Raphael... or... God! Yes, he should take her to see God himself, and He could make her better.
But... Cherubims didn't go to see God, not even in an emergency. They went to Uriel, their boss, who went to God on their behalf. But Uriel had gone on some mission of major importance - he had just been on his way out when Joshua had left the office, so that was no good. What about Raphael? Maybe he would take Nala to see God? Maybe Joshua should take her there.
"C'mon," he said at last, standing and holding out his hand to her. "I'm going to help your heart stop hurting."
((Ooc: If you wanted Raphael to come along Snow he can do, or else we'll risk God's wrath, lol))
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Post by Chocolate on Feb 9, 2011 12:08:24 GMT
Nala [glow=red,2,300]Maybe somewhere In this darkness, Theres a light that I can't find [/glow] She let him hold her, though she would have punched anyone else who did. As long as he didn't touch her scar she was fine. n'You shouldn't hurt your an archangel, your supposed to be strong.' But why wasn't she? She felt weak, useless. Sometimes she doubted her own existence. An arch-angel doesn't mean your perfect, it just means your better at fighting then everything else, better at protecting others.
She looked at him in surprise and took his hand, wondering where this path might take her.
[shadow=red,left,300]Maybe it's too far away or maybe I'm just blind,[/shadow]
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Post by snow on Feb 10, 2011 22:14:03 GMT
well, i wouldn’t want to ruin Raphael had pretty much decided how best to start treating Nala. The physical injuries were not pressing, and she was quite sensitive to them, so he could leave them until she asked, though he would return to them if she showed discomfort. There was the possibility that she could just hide any pain she felt, but that was at her own discretion, and she had the power to make her own decision. It didn’t sit right to let her leave still hurt, but he couldn’t make that choice for her, as he couldn’t do anything about a wound without her cooperation and concentration. They would have to wait. More important than the physical scars were the mental ones, and should be the priority. She seemed fairly stable, but that said nothing for how she would be at any other time. She had reacted well to him, or at least, she hadn’t shown any aversion. She was willing to be treated, yet didn’t seem all that motivated to get better. He expected that would improve over time, as she became more comfortable in his care. She would talk more, answer his questions, and hopefully he could even get a smile from her. One day, he decided firmly. A proper smile. Maybe a laugh? Or was that pushing it? A soft smile of his own crossed his face. He’d see. She had struggled to open up and verbalise her experiences, and had tried to avoid anything to do with her own emotions, until he’d pressed her. Her identity was the issue, which meant they would start by focusing on the most interesting of therapeutic activities: expressive guidance. He theorised that, more than her history and acquaintances, she was troubled by not knowing herself. Her own personality, strengths and limitations, and so on. Most people could talk for hours about who they were, with such an open question. In comparison, most of Nala’s words had sounded like an observation of her from a third party. He’d have to ask her what she thought she would get the most help from. Movement of all types, art, acting, music, writing, he had tried most mediums of expression in his time and was open to anything that could prove constructive. Word association had worked once, he remembered fondly. He rose from his favourite position – leaning back on his chair, feet on his desk – and left his office to look for Nala. He hadn’t expected her to leave when he’d told her to make herself comfortable, but she couldn’t have gone far. Or at least, he hadn’t thought she would go far but, as he was rapidly discovering as he searched through the passageways, she had a tendency to surprise him. He had no idea where she could have gone or why. Eventually, he stopped a few angels and asked after her. She had been seen leaving with one of the cherubim. What would a guardian angel want with Nala? The most likely reason would be that, out of their typical empathy, somebody had taken pity on her, and for some reason, she had gone with him rather than wait for Raphael. But where? Most angels would take someone so clearly traumatised straight back to his office. The only person that could possibly help her more was… Oh dear. Rumours were flying fast on Heaven’s speedy grapevine about another argument between Michael and God, and that meant the latter would be in no good mood to take audience with some impulsive guardian angel. The thought was pushed quickly from Raphael’s mind to be replaced with concern for his patient. Nala was definitely not ready to face her creator after such a close and personal encounter with Azazel. Such a visit could throw her mental state drastically, even without factoring in any kind of unpredictable reaction from the Lord himself. Raphael abandoned any sense of dignity, something he was used to doing anyway, and broke into a run. It wasn’t all that fast, and he made a mental note to get more exercise. An unfit doctor was almost amusing. Eventually, he caught up with Nala and Joshua, who he did not recognise. “Nala,” he exclaimed in relief. “I wondered what had happened to you.” He took a breath, filling the moment of forced silence with a mild glare of disapproval flicked at the other angel. “Where were you going?” he then queried, trying to keep any agitation from his voice.
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Post by Chocolate on Feb 10, 2011 23:17:02 GMT
Nala
She put her hands on her hips, one of her most famous position. She looked into Raphaels eyes. "How should I know? I'm following him." She pointed a thumb at Joshua.
She sighed, a piece of hair falling in frount of her face. At times like theses when she most doubted herself. She put her hands slowly back to her side, and looked around, uncomfortable about the entire situation. She mumbled something to herself, now playing with her hands.
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Post by Bogwoppit on Feb 11, 2011 11:18:35 GMT
and you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness[/font][/color][/size] Joshua still had hold of Nala's hand, but his reasons were not merely to lead her where she would follow. No, he held her hand much as he would hold the hand or stroke the hair of one of his small wards... to give them strength. A guardian angel has the ability to physically and emotionally give strength to those in need, and Joshua felt very strongly that this archangel was in need of any help he could give her.
A part of his mind focused on this, while another part flew free and far, to the assignment he was due to start. He should be there now really, observing his next job, working out how best to approach her. But this was as important, and while Uriel might give him a lecture for allowing his mind to wander from his purpose as was so often the case, Joshua felt confident in his ability to explain his reasons for doing so, should the matter arise.
Often other angels did not understand the Cherubim... with their flighty ways and their sometimes childish sense of humour, the others found them hard to interact with. They thought them silly, foolish, unable to concentrate for long on anything of importance. But the truth was far different. Cherubim knew more than most the importance of their jobs. They had the task of finding those humans who were lost, of guiding them back to the Light, and of easing the suffering of those who could find no way out of their torment. To save being infected by the blackness they saw every day, Cherubim blocked off the part of their mind which might lead them to madness, and instead sought sanctuary in imagination, the way a young child might block out the horrors of abuse with an imaginary world. In this way Cherubim managed to remain mostly cheerful, which was most important in their job.
Joshua jumped when Raphael approached from behind, but it was with a sigh of relief that he turned to face him.
"I found her, Sir," he spoke with respect, but without fawning. "I feel so much pain in her... I could only think to take her to our Father..."
He paused, wondering if Nala's plight was already known to the healer. Surely it must be? He seemed to know Nala, and had obviously recently seen her to be wondering what had happened. For a moment Joshua thought he may have done wrong in taking her with him, but his instincts were rarely wrong, and he certainly could not have left her there alone. His heart would not have allowed it.
"I... I was hoping we might see you, Sir," he continued, smiling ruefully. "I didn't really relish the thought of going in there myself. I just didn't know what else to do with her... I'm due down on Earth soon."
but i promise you you'll see the sun again[/center]
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Post by snow on Feb 12, 2011 21:58:00 GMT
all that i can do Nala’s response almost made him laugh. Her attitude was great. There she stood, psychologically traumatised and deeply troubled by what she remembered of her past, five feet tall with her hands on her hips and a defiant look in her bright eyes even as she had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. Brilliant. All levity faded from him as she let out a sigh and started to mumble to herself. Her emotions were still wildly erratic and unpredictable; she was still disturbed with a painful obviousness. It was probably a good thing after all that this angel had picked her up. She needed looking after. He found he was able to reply to Joshua’s words with forgiving grace, as he had clearly meant well, even if he had unknowingly done something very stupid. He supposed it was typical the cherubim to skip into trouble with a grin on their face. They were so carefree, sometimes he found himself wondering if they were capable of taking anything seriously. The wondering never lasted, as he knew that in their own way they were very dedicated to their jobs. He had seen his own team in action enough times to know that they were able to stay cheery even in the face of great danger. It was why he had chosen them to teach the art of healing, rather than the seraphim, which were often too pessimistic. Then again, when your existence depended on disaster, it was probably hard to keep smiling. The guardian angel would probably be agitated, knowing he was now running late. Uriel didn’t take kindly to slackers, and Raphael himself considered punctuality of high importance. A healer should never be late and, more importantly, too late. He had been too late far too many times, and more often than not, it had caused somebody a life. His heart squeezed at the memories, and he slammed his mind closed to them before they could turn to Sariel. He could not get distracted. To stop himself dwelling on the thoughts, he made a reply. “Thanks for the thought,” he said with a smile, “though I think our Father’s pretty busy right now. I’ll look after her, so you’d better get going before somebody,” he stressed pointedly, his grin widening a little in a conspiring manner, “finds out you got sidetracked. But you’re welcome to come visit if you get a free moment.” He was pretty happy, really, that Nala had found a friendly face. Perhaps this optimistic boy would be a good influence on her, lift her spirits a little. It was hard for Raphael to do that whilst keeping professional, so somebody had to show her that she was still welcome in Heaven. A guardian angel would have just the right mindset to do it. He should introduce her to some others, since this one would have his hands full with his new assignment, probably a child, judging from his mannerisms. Their charges tended to rub off on them, which was usually why most were pretty innocent and, in some cases, naive. For instance, naive enough to bother God when Michael had recently challenged Him.
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