The Estate [IC] }please visit OOC thread{

Sachiel broke off another piece of bread and threw it in to the water before breaking a piece off for himself. There was nothing in there, the small pond was utterly devoid of life, but that never stopped him from coming here, it was quiet, few of the keys ever ventured this far, it was always a good place to be alone. Sachiel liked to be alone most of the time.

He sighed as the last scrap of bread fell on to the surface of the water “until tomorrow” he muttered, grabbing a white open robe from a nearby rock and pulling it on over his clothes, then departing the little clearing. An angel in white robes, some of the keys occasionally remarked that his choice is clothes was rather cliché, not that he cared, there was nothing wrong with the clothes, why bother replacing them?

He came out of the sparse trees and on to a rough cobblestone path, it, like most of the paths, didn’t really lead anywhere, they all just twist back to the centre eventually. After walking for a few minutes, he stopped and he crested a hill, his gaze turning to look at the brush that bordered the path, it almost looked like someone had trampled it.

He walked down to inspect the damage closer, someone had indeed been through it, and he could hear movement ahead of him, by the sound of it though, whoever it was would have been past the barrier, so it was either one of his fallen kin, or one of the keys had found a way to bypass the sensor. The latter didn’t seem very likely to Sachiel, a mere human, managing to figure out a way around the sensors? One of them could never pull it off unaided.

He was about to push forward through the brush and find out for sure, but then he heard whoever it was coming back, so he stepped away, waiting for them to emerge before closing in again. It was Emma, or at least that’s what he thought her name was, he sometimes confused the keys. She hadn’t tried getting past the barrier in a while, he still remembered last time, Vaynar had been surprisingly lenient on her, by Vaynars standards anyway.

He closed in as she was looking back, expecting her to turn and stop once she saw him, but instead she just ploughed onwards and walked right in to him. Sachiel looked down at her disapprovingly “you really should be more careful” he said, his hand coming up and rather roughly pulling some of her hair out of the way as he inspected the source of the small trickle of blood coming from her hairline.

That made sense, this one enjoyed running, she had been running along the cobblestones, which were somewhat slippery, and had taken a spill over the barrier in to the metal fence beyond. No real reason there for punishment, hardly her fault for being such an ungraceful inferior being. Still, she had gone past the barrier, he was sure of it, and it had for whatever reason failed to go off, that needed further thought, not to mention she had been in there far longer than it took to get up, thank god and get out.

“You know” he continued, releasing her hair “when most people get as lucky as you just were, they don’t hang around” he pointed out, paying close attention to her face, watching for any indication of guilt.

Gabriel Wyrmdal

This is the time that Gabriel enjoyed most, just before sunrise, the cool calm breeze, the darkness that slowly gives way to the light. Moving slowly he follows a set of moves that an old master taught him, moves that stretches the muscles, fills the lungs with clean air and focuses the mind. The only thing that Gabriel hated was that here was no birds, their song used to calm him more, there is a flow of air and it caresses his skin. Gabriel used to do this naked, yet since he came here his captors forced him to wear a loincloth. Finishing the slow movements, Gabriel picks up the wooden sword he fashioned himself from spending days on whittling the sword from a branch, of course under supervision because he was not allowed to have a sharp blade with him. Starting slowly he starts to move with the sword, it is another way taught to him by a swordsman, everybody wanted to learn about slashing and stabbing, but this slow movements built memory into the body. Gabriel knows that to an onlooker this would look like a dance, but with a real sword in a combat situation this would be much faster and deadlier. Gabriel just grins at the thought of battle, the turn his attention back to the movements, he loses himself in the slow rhythm.

“Oh. Ouch. Damn it! ” Emma groaned as her body bounced off of the larger form. She dug the heels of her running shoes into the dirt to regain her footing. Once steadied, she looked up, curious to know who she had slammed into. Vaynar, perhaps Larson? She guessed. God please don’t let it be Vaynar, she prayed silently..

Sachiel. Emma recognized him instantly. His white robe and calm demeanor were quite the trademark. Most of the keys thought he was insane, Emma disagreed. Emma guessed he was bored, remorseful, tired, and maybe slightly unhinged. Still, Sachiel was the last person Emma expected to meet out among the grounds. Sachiel almost never interfered, rarely interacted, but now that he did it surely meant trouble. After all, Emma had an important stick in her pocket, a noticeable bulge against her smooth frame. Nervously, Emma shifted her weight to her bad knee, ignoring her body's protests. Not Vaynar, but just as bad. If she had caught Sachiel’s attentions, he wasn’t going to dismiss her and continue on his way. No, he would ask questions. Just my luck, thought Emma to herself miserably.

Emma stood obediently still as Sachiel callously lifted a section of hair to search for the source her bleeding. It wasn’t enough to warrant a trip to the infirmary,or so she hoped, because Emma very severely needed to get back to her room.

You should be more careful, he said to her and that look of disdain crept onto her face, the same that always appeared when Emma was irritated. “I’m always careful” Emma replied simply. It was true, she almost never fell, well atleast before Vaynar had gotten to her- She was to meticulous to be klutzy. Now though, Emma was prone to sudden attacks like the one that had just occurred. she considered for a moment telling Sachiel this, but thought better of it. She needed to keep things from escalating. He needed to think she wasn’t up to anything.

“It took a minute for me to be able to move.” She explained. It wasn’t actually a lie, more a far strength of the truth. “I hit my head. As you saw” If he couldn’t pick up her unease and dishonestly with his freaky Fallen Angel mind reading thing. He would certainly notice Emma was acting out of character. Emma was notorious for being mouthy and disrespectful..

“Can I go back to my room and get cleaned up please.” although it was phrased as one, it wasn’t at all a question. Emma could never lie so convincingly as to appear to be asking for permission.

She was lying, he could tell even without the general feeling of disingenuousness that surrounded her like a miasma, making him want to simply bend her until she broke and told the truth, or because of how out of character she was acting by being so cooperative. He knew she was lying simply because he knew she had been up and about when he got there, angels have very good ears.

“If you did hit your head so hard that you were unable to move immediately” he spoke, both the look on his face and the emphasis in his words conveying how little he believed her. Sachiel hated liars, hated them with a passion, not once in his life had a lie passed his lips “then it would be highly irresponsible of me to let you just leave on your own, you people are ever so susceptible to head wounds”

He grabbed her arm and dragged her in to step beside him as he began to walk in the direction of the estates centre “I will accompany you to the infirmary” he let her arm go once she complied “along the way you can tell me exactly what happened when you took your little spill over the line” he shot her a rather menacing look “and I don’t suggest lying or obscuring the truth in anyway” he looked back towards the path “you’re not very good at it.”

So, he didn't believe her... Well, here's to plan B, thought Emma to herself. She couldn't blame him after all, he was right, Emma was a horrible liar. His disbelief had not upset her, in fact, if it hadn't been for Sachiel's seizing her and dragging her back toward the mansion she may have held her stolid composure. However, Emma just couldn't stand to be touched. The meek, battered girl melted away and in her place stood another creature entirely. A determined, confident, fierce force.

"Get your hands off of me!" Emma snarled at him. shaking as if she'd been touched by something dirty, infectious. "And for Christ sakes, don't you dare look down on me with that judgmental look on you face.." she continued staring back, her face full of contempt.

"the least you could do is keep your god damn hands to yourself, considering..." So she was going to the infirmary, oh well..she guessed she could still find it even without its mate.

She listened amused as he demanded she tell him what she had been up to. oh, of all the hilarious concepts! "I'm not telling you anything!" she laughed. "You fuckers yanked me out of my perfect world- oh yes it was perfect. I had a scholarship to the best medical school in the country.. a full ride.. all for track.. " She knew he wouldn't care about her little human life but it was part of her point so.. "I had just gotten an internship to the best teaching hospital in new york..one that everyone wanted..because it feeds directly into the neurosurgery residency program" her voice had sadness in it now."I had the most amazing girlfriend.. we were seeing fertility doctors to have a baby..." Emma dug in her pockets and suddenly threw the stick at him. "You stole my life from me and won't tell me anything! So i'm going to tell you the same thing I told vaynar,," -her lip quivered when spoke his name.. "I don't care how much you beat me, if you lock me up in a dungeon and torture me.. I'm getting out of this fucking place.. and because of your little slip up I'm a step closer.. Oh and something I never told Vaynar? My fiancee' she was a theology major.. I know exactly what you are..and how to destroy you.."

She stood still, waiting for the storm that would be his reaction.

((anytime you wanna jump in Knight))

((Oh yeah.. FYI: The only way to destroy an angel is to summon Beelzeboul-otherwise known as the cross roads demon..but its doubtful emma has anything to offer him to entice him to betray his bosses..then again demons are tricky unpredictable creatures..

This is why Vaynar (whom I'm going to bring in once we have more keys) doesn't want Emma anywhere near the void. After all it is the ultimate crossroads..))

Gabriel Wyrmdal

The sound of an angry voice broke Gabriel's attention for a short moment, then the words themselves started to capture his attention and he stoped his motions.

"You stole my life from me and won't tell me anything! So I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Vaynar," a slight pause, "I don't care how much you beat me, if you lock me up in a dungeon and torture me.. I'm getting out of this fucking place.. and because of your little slip up I'm a step closer.. Oh and something I never told Vaynar? My fiancee' she was a theology major.. I know exactly what you are..and how to destroy you.."

Gabriel couldn't say that he recognized the voice, but that fiery temper he can only associate with one of the ladies at the estate...Emma. Resting the wooden sword on his right shoulder he strode towards the sound of Emma's voice, coming into view of the pair he found Emma bleeding from a wound to the head and her companion was what he believed to be the more gentler of the captors, Sachiel. He stopped and realized that he was still only dressed in his loincloth, not the way to be presented to a lady, but maybe this time God will forgive his misstep

"May one inquire as to what is going on here? M'lady Emma did he hurt you?"

He knew that he didn't even stand a glimmer of a chance against this...creature, but he was honor bound to protect the weak, especially a female.

Emma’s change in demeanour was mostly ignored by Sachiel, angry human, meek human, valiant human, didn’t make a difference in his eyes, still just a human. Though he did make a point of letting go, no reason to antagonize her when she was going to comply with his demands and follow him to the infirmary, or at least, she appeared like she was going to.

He stopped when she did and sighed inwardly to himself, glancing upwards for the briefest of moments as he wondered why humans never just did as they were told. He listened patiently as she ranted about how they had ruined her petty little life by yanking her away from her time, he didn’t care to be honest, though he did find it a little unnecessary, he still believed that with the angels of destiny dead humanity would spiral in to oblivion without their intervention eventually, why bother with this elaborate prison, or why not just kill them for that matter.

But then she did something he was not just going to ignore, the stick caught him by surprise, though it did little more than bounce off his chest and land in his hands, his face took on a much darker look as the insult of it sank in. He was about to silence that little mouth of hers, the hand not holding her stick tensing in readiness, the back of his hand mere moments away from knocking out a few of her teeth.

And then she surprised him again, twice in the same day, if he thought about it for a moment he might have been impressed. The anger in his face melted away as he looked in to her defiant face, at first replaced by a hint of confusion as he decided just what she meant by that, then as it all came together, he laughed.

It was just for a second, and was quickly muffled as he covered his mouth, but it was definitely a laugh, not a mocking one either, it was happy, giddy even, practically a giggle… It was the most emotion he had shown for as long as any of the humans had been there.

“There, was it really so hard to answer my question?” he said, his faced returned to normal, but with the tiniest of smiles hidden on the corner of his lips, she had told him what she had been doing and more “If you believe you can achieve what you intend, I suggest you don’t be so cavalier about it, Vaynar wont be pleased if he were to find out.”

Sachiel turned his head at the arrival of Gabriel, taking a moment to say one last thing before he was close enough to hear “some Keys are just as likely to expose you as another of my kind” that quick whispered warning aside, Sachiel turned the rest of his body to face the newcomer, his normal impassive visage once again firmly in place.

“One may if one must” he cut in and said before Emma could answer, his tone of voice laced with annoyance “I was escorting lady Emma here to the infirmary, to treat her head wound, when she decided to rather rudely stop and complain about her living conditions” he added a confused shrug for good measure “I don’t understand why myself, you would think that a possible concussion would take precedence”

Gabriel Wyrmdal

Gabriel narrowed his eyes at Sachiel, he didn't really like these creatures, but he did know that they told the truth...or at least a version of the truth that suited them.

"If you find it impossible to understand just why we are unhappy with our circumstances, maybe you should try to live like a normal human being"

His grip tightened on the hilt of the wooden sword, but he kept his calm

"Also I know what happened to Lady Emma when Vaynor got hold of her, that she can still walk is a miracle on it's own. Maybe if you got off your high and mighty horses and explain why you are keeping us captive, we could understand and be more co-operative"

Gabriel started to become uncomfortable as he stood there almost completely naked under Emma's gaze. He have noticed that her tastes were a bit...different, but it didn't mean that he thought any different of her as a lady.

Truthfully, Emma couldn't really complain about her living conditions. Excluding the strict rules, and occasional violent actions of The Angels, life was luxurious for the Keys. They had a massive library at their disposal, one that seemed to contain anything ever recorded on paper- including private dairies, unpublished writings of ordinary people, even books dated years in the future. Their food supply was wide and never seemed to diminish. All their personal belongs had appeared in their respective rooms, and occasionally new clothes appeared in closets- outfits that always seemed to be just right. An entertainment center provided unrestricted amounts of art and music access. There were even televisions in the lounge.. So no, Emma wasn't so much complaining about her living conditions as her imprisonment. She also could not stand to be kept in the dark about what exactly was going on.

"I don't have a concussion" Emma replied annoyed. "I know enough about head injuries to fill a book..no confusion, amnesia, headache, dizziness, ringing in the ears, nausea or vomiting. No slurred speech, fatigue, blurred vision or sensitivity to light." Emma had pretty much just run through every question they would ask her in the infirmary and she hoped now that she had revealed her plans, that he would just leave her alone.

Still his warning had been alarming, not nearly as alarming as the fact of, that for just a few seconds, she thought Sachiel was going to strike her.

Emma too turned her attention on the nearly naked Gabriel. "Gab?" she asked raising an eyebrow. "What the hell are you wearing dude?" A avid student of history, Emma recognized his clothing for when it was, why he was wearing it however hardly made any sense to her

She offered him a warm smile as he defended her, agreed with her pleas for information. Though she was quite bothered by the fact that her beating by Vaynar seemed to be public information these days...Finally, she turned back to the Angel. "Could you atleast explain one thing? Its completely escape proof information i swear.. I mean as mister "I'm a superior being, you could grace us with a little of your mighty knowledge."

Emma knew he had no reasons to answer her questions, but it never hurt to try.

((Sorry guys, been super busy))

((Edit: I'm going to try and recruit some more players!)

Gabriel Wyrmdal

Gabriel felt a slight flush spread over his cheeks at Emma's question

"It is a loincloth, I was out in the yard busy with my morning meditations, which I used to do in the nude, but our captors told me to cover up, when I heard your voice"

Oh God that sounded like he knew her voice, like he spied on her or something

"T...the vehemence sounded like you were in trouble again, so I decided to come see if anything is wrong, or if I could be of any...assistance"

He coughed bashfully and started to glance around for anything to cover himself, he still wasn't very comfortable with the idea of walking around with his body exposed to ladies, especially pretty ones like Emma. Her question to Sachiel actually captured his attention and he stopped his frantic search for cover, what on earth is she getting up to again?

“You want knowledge?” Sachiel asked rhetorically “fine then, I’ll give you two bits of precious wisdom, first, neither the chicken nor the egg came first, they were created by god at the same time. Second, be specific, or people can just easily avoid the question with something completely unrelated.” He said, without a hint of amusement in either his voice or on his face “now, you go get dressed, as you are clearly uncomfortable in the presence of us dressed as you are” he ordered with a gesture to Gabriel.

“And you” he continued, looking Emma in the eyes “be thankful for the information you received earlier and start moving” he commanded, taking his own advice and beginning to walk in the direction of the infirmary “I wish for you to be released from my care, and that cannot be done until you are at the infirmary, whether you need it or not, so start walking or I will carry you there”

Not taking no for an answer, Sachiel led Emma to the Infirmary one way or the other, then took his leave, he didn’t know what happened to her afterwards, he honestly didn’t care, though if she had any sense, she would have kept to herself, she had tested her luck once already today. That done, and with nothing else for him to do, Sachiel returned to his usual routine, wandering aimlessly across the estates grounds.

Death-Wyrdfell

Death moved along the rooftops of the estate silently. As far as he knew, no others wandered along these paths. He moved over to the edge of the building on a slight outcrop and looked down on the main courtyard, the wind causing his robes to billow out behind him. Many people moved about, hurrying to their destinations. Several faces turned upwards to look at him, but he payed them no attention.

He thought about his situation for what was probably the thousandth time, but would most likely not be his last. He had been on the wrong side of a losing fight. He remembered striking down many angels, as well as many falling on his side. He had been the last of his side during that battle, but he still went on fighting. He had been unstoppable on the battlefield. God himself had to stop him. He was merely banished to this...place. One moment he had been fighting. The next...he was here. So it was that he wandered this area, this estate.

Rarely talking to any, even his fellow fallen angels, he had been a silent specter moving in this place. Bowing to none and beholden to no one. He would stand here for a time before moving along with his routine. Unfortunately, he had no routine. No plan as to what he does in his day. He merely walks in a direction, stands here, sits there, practices his fighting over there. Altogether a random collection of activities. He had, however, heard of a warrior from the early ages who still practiced his combat techniques. Maybe he would seek him out, in time.

Gabriel Wyrmdal

Gabriel took his dismissal with good grace, he knew when one was to obey and that was one of those times. Turning his back on them he strode away, back towards his place in the garden. Every bit defiant he didn't get dressed as ordered, he instead started practicing again, but this time he went for speed and accuracy. He felt that he needed the hard workout and that was what he did.

The wooden sword whistled through the air, oh how he ached to hear the swishing sound of a keen blade and the ringing of blades clashing together. He continued his workout until he sank down onto the grass, his breath labored and sweet running freely over his body. This is the life, he thought about the baron's daughter back home and a strange bitterness came over him. They were to be wed, not only did these creatures take him from his home, they also took from him the sweet pleasures of the flesh.

With a sigh Gabriel got to his feet, there was no need to get bitter, it is usually the warrior who remained calm who got out of his situations. Gathering his clothing Gabriel hefted his sword and walked towards the bath house. He heard some of the newer humans talk about a shower, he still had no idea what it was and he was glad that these creatures at least had something here he could use and what he understood.

Avva was sitting on the fence. She hadn't moved a muscle since she perched there sometime in the middle of the night. She was deep in thought, but aware of what was going on around her. She was very aware of two males staring at her and whispering. She couldn't hear them, but she knew they were wondering if she was real, a statue, or dead. Humans were idiots. She couldn't fathom why God loved them more than her. She was faithful, obedient, and yet all they had to do was ask, and sometimes not even in a reproachful voice, for forgiveness and he would give it to them without hesitation. She had ask for forgiveness, grovelled, and begged and he denied her.

Avva's eyes rolled upwards catching the blue eyed one. He was holding out a stick and was trying to work the courage to touch her with it. He was irritating, stupid, and she hated this place. She rather keep hunting the humans down, killing them, instead of watching them here. She wasn't a fucking babysitter.

The stick touched her gently. Before the boys could move she had the one with the stick in her hand; her fingers squeezing the air from his body. His friend couldn't move he was so scared. When the other was finally able to turn she had his arm in a vise like grip. "You should die for your sins. I should kill you both." The one who was held in the air was turning an interesting shade of purple. The other was crying.

Suddenly she released them both. "You're not worth his love. Or my kindness." Avva moved close to them both. "Do not mistake my kindness for weakness. You have exactly 2 tics before I decide that it's more fun to watch you die than run away." Both boys got up and ran off. She turned so the sun shone on her face and stared up at where the heavens would be if they weren't in this inbetween world.

"I hate you."

Gabriel Wyrmdal

Gabriel was seated on the stairs when two boys came running as if a demon was chasing them

"Hold up boys, what on earth are you running from"

The stop in front of him and look at him like they have never seen another human being

"A statue"

Gabriel frowned

"A statue? You are running from a statue?"

Both boys nodded

"Where is this statue?"

They both point off into the direction they came running from and rushes into the building. Gabriel looks after them with a chuckle and walks off to find what scared the two boys. As he came closer to the boundary he could see one of the creatures standing there looking at him as he approached. He stopped and looked at her, it was Avva the one that seemed like she hated all of the world.

"Good day to you Avva, I trust that you are well?"

{oh thank goodness. i thought I killed the thread and worse I don't have much more to add. *pouts*}

Avva already hears the human coming and she squeezes her eyes tight to stop herself from grabbing her sword and cutting off his head. She hated how they smelled, they talked, looked, breathe. She hated everything about them and if the human was smart he would keep walking. He wasn't. Worse, she knew this particular human wasn't smart. He kept talking to her.

Avva slowly turned and stared at him. She didn't say anything but just stared at him. Her body going still almost coiling as if about to attack. If she was lucky the long stretch of silence would unnerve him and send him back the way he had came. She sensed she might not be that lucky. God, didn't favor his true children. He favored these creations! The word was foul on her tongue. She could feel her mouth slowly pulling up in a sneer the longer she stared at him.

Gabriel Wyrmdal

Gabriel held his ground as Avva just stared at him, he had given in once already today and once was enough, one yielded only so many times. He knew what these creatures was, they were the Nephilim, the fallen, but to him they were creatures as that was what they came forward as. If they wanted to be treated as the children of God, they would have to act that way. He stared into her cold eyes and wondered if there was anything worse than Death to fear. He had heard rumors that there was another creature moving among them called Death, but he haven't seen it yet.

"We can stand here the whole day staring at each other, or you can talk to me"

The words was bold, he knew that she could send him away with the snap of her fingers, but what if he just came back? Would she eventually say something towards him that isn't a threat or demeaning? Gabriel wanted to find out what made her so bitter towards Mortals and if he had to die for his curiosity, then so be it.

Death-Wrydfell

Death stepped back from the edge. He wouldn't stand around forever. Always moving. He walked along the rooftops for another hour or so. He watched several duels going on between some of the humans that were trapped here and some of the Nephilim. The humans were more entertaining to watch. They had such sluggish movements and jerked their arms around like fools. Any other being might be tempted to smile and laugh, but not Death. He was the very center of coldness. Speaking of which, he heard there was another much like him that wandered these grounds. Avva, he thinks her name is.

He decided to seek her out. She may prove to be an interesting source of conversation. He noticed two young boys running as if Death, he, were at their heels. Why he would chase two boys was beyond him. They were stopped by a young warrior who set off to see the 'statue' the boys mentioned. Death followed, curious. The man moved to the statue, who turned out to be Avva. She was an attractive young Nephilim. Well, young compared to himself. He could see anger entering her eyes as she stared at the warrior trying to talk to her. Death dropped off the roof quietly, taking the hundred or so foot fall without even bending at the knees. He moved up quietly behind the man.

"You should take heed, mortal. If you stay much longer Avva might lose her patience." he said to him in a low, cold voice.

Avva flinched at the mortals words as if he had smacked her. He should be cowering, simpering, crying like the others. Running away from her and with good cause. She could kill him easily and unlike the others she didn't mind getting her hands dirty. Especially, if she was going to kill a mortal like him she preferred it. It felt much more satisfying tearing the skin off the screaming mortal as they begged for mercy. Usually after there was nothing left to pluck she would kill them, end their misery. But often they would beg to God. Her father. They would beg for mercy and forgiveness. That's when she showed them no mercy. That's when she made sure to do her worse.

Dark shadows flickered in her eyes and she took one step forward. Her body language was full of malice and intent to harm. Sure, the others would be miffed and she would probably be sent out to find his reincarnated body hoping he hadn't already done what was prophesized. Sighing she knew she couldn't kill him, but she could make him wish he was dead.

Suddenly another dropped down behind the man. Avva stopped watching him. His aura told her whom he was. Or the ironic scythe. Whatever. She knew he was Death and wondered if he was hear to tell her not to kill the man. He spoke and the warning went to the man and she leaned back with her arms crossed. She didn't need anyone to fight her battles for her.

"I suggest you listen to him young mortal. Or you might not like living with no arms or legs." Again she briefly wondered when she had turned so wrong, but it didn't matter. She was there and it was His fault. She wanted his chosen children to hurt so he could hear their cries and know it was true children who done thus.

Not wanting to undermine Death she didn't say anything to him, but her body language intoned he wasn't welcome either. No one was welcomed. She was alone. She never said but also lonely. She liked it like that.




At least she kept telling herself that.

Gabriel Wyrmdal

The voice that came from behind him turned his blood to ice, Gabriel turned to the side and finally he saw it...Death. Taking a deep breath Gabriel decided to face his fear as the only thing to fear is Death itself.

"I would heed your warning master Death, but I am afraid that if lady Avva wishes to keep being angry towards mortals, at least let her direct her anger onto those who can understand what they have did wrong"

Gabriel felt his inside quake, but he kept his warrior's resolve, he had been trained to be a knight and a knight protected the weak and upheld the truth. But these sentiments seemed to pale in the presence of the creatures he now faced. For they could rip him apart with a snap of their fingers and many times Gabriel have seen the horror that Death could wreak. He thought for a moment that he had to have a death wish to confront both these creatures...Death wish...what a coincidence, he was speaking to Death.

Death-Wyrdfell

Death noted Avva's body language. She didn't seem to like anyone either. How fitting. Though he also got the feeling that she was rather lonely herself. He felt a shed of sympathy for her, but it rapidly disappeared. He liked the way his life was and wasn't about to change. He might visit her later, though, when they were alone. He had some questions for her. He also noted the tone of defiance directed at him by the young warrior. Interesting...

"You can understand it, mortal. You just lack the comprehension. Allow me to impart a word of advice to you: This women will kill you if you stay. Then she will have to hunt for your reincarnated body. She will be very angered at this and most likely kill you a second time. But when you return here, I will do things far worse than kill you." he allowed a trickle of malice into his voice.

This warrior is either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. Most likely the second. No sane human would dare challenge Death. If this continued, the dark Nephilim might have to put this mortal in his place. He almost hoped it came to that. It had been so long since had fought another warrior. The way this particular warrior was is very curious. It had been a time since someone had talked to him in that tone. Many of the Nephilim who had existed at the time had heard of what Death had done to that mortal. Avva might have even heard of it. Only one had spoken to him like that before...

Safe to say: His soul is wishing for the sweet release of the nether realm.

Avva smirked at the mortals words. He was either very brave or very stupid. Was he chastising her? Was he trying to redirect her anger to him? She would have laughed at the situation if he didn't puzzle her so. Than he turned to the one Fallen whom she would be wary of in battle. Didn't the mortal know the danger he was in? Fine!

Avva moved forward as Death spoke. Could Death also read her mind? She wasn't a weak mortal, but his words were a mirror of her own thoughts earlier. She didn't like it and this made her offer that much more entertaining.

At least for her.

She slowly pulled her sword from it's sheath. The metal sliding against it in a beautiful song to her ears. She gripped the handle and plunged the blade into the earth in front of the mortal. "Mortal. You have 15 minutes. If you can nic Death, just one tiny little cut. You may stay and ask any question and I," Avva smiled at Death that was cold, heartless, dead, "and Death will answer them all for 5 minutes. Any question at all. Like how to escape or kill us."

She glanced at Death with a challenge in her eyes. Her eyes finally sparking knowing there was going to be bloodshed and more than likely the mortals. "You're not afraid of a little human are you?"

Death-Wyrdfell

Was he afraid? He didn't even know that emotion. He was fear itself.

"Never." he replied, steel entering his voice.

He moved to a more open area, the young warrior drawing the sword and following him. Avva also seemed to follow, most likely curious about the outcome. Death turned to the young warrior, aware of a small crowd gathering. He held out his hand and his scythe appeared in a fiery blaze.

He would have smiled if he had that capacity anymore. He seemed to be a cold, grim version of his past self. Now granted, he could be agreeable, grateful, sympathetic...and those were only a few. Just don't ask him to be nice or happy. They have nothing to do with him.

He twirled his scythe over his head, graceful and deadly, and struck at the mortal, intentionally aiming for his strong points. He wanted to drag this fight out, and knew he would not be touched by this mortal. He could feel the fear coming off of him in waves.

Gabriel Wyrmdal

Gabriel blocked Death's scythe and wondered why he would go for the most obvious attack and not just obliterate him. Gabriel's mind shifted into battle mode and he noted Death's moves, it was like one of the advanced drills that the old swordmaster had taught him. Gabriel knew how to block the attacks and he did just that, he was cautious...even scared. What he had heard today made him wonder again why these creatures hated man so much. That they would not hesitate to kill humans and just fetch them again. Normally that would enrage Gabriel, but he had better things to get angry about and right now was not the time to get angry. He was facing Death and the slightest mistake could mean his life.

Gabriel tried a quick riposte from an attack from Death, but it was swept aside, but momentum carried Gabriel close to Death. The usual thing would be for Gabriel to land a hit, but he knew that it would be a grievous mistake. He spun away, but he could feel the blow glancing off his ribs and he blocked the scythe's blade. The pace was quickening, was Death aware that Gabriel have had a hard workout just earlier the morning? Gabriel felt how the sweat started to trickle from his brow, he did not want to get cut down, but he knew it was just a matter of time, before he grew tired enough for his guard to miss out just an inch, the inch that his opponent needed