Fallen (Open to any and all)

ooc: Open to anyone who wants to see where it could go. I'm willing to take this one in almost any direction right now. So all character types and ideas are more than welcome to PM or jump right in if you feel comfortable.


There were so many names for them. She knew they all meant to say , they meant to name what she was. In her years, at least the ones she recalled..No name had ever fit...

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"Who honors those we love for the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us. And at the same time, things that will never die. Who teaches us whats real, and how to laugh at lies. Who decides why we live, and what we’ll die to defend. Who trains us, and who holds the key to set us free. It’s you. You have all the weapons you need. Now fight! "


She liked the way that sounded, She mused at the person who had perhaps first placed those words together that way. "How long have I been sitting here?..." The woman finally asked herself realizing it may have been moments or hours or even days. She had no concept of how long she had been sitting on the beach. Her hair was wet and smelled of salt, and her skin felt dry. "Awhile..." She whispered to the waves.
She had failed with what her purpose here had been. All in her mission had been lost. There were creatures, energies, beings...they would torment her, mock her, find her...many would want revenge.

She allowed her hand to move to her back and she let her fingers touch the gnarled scars that she knew to be where her soul's flight had come and gone.
They would come, she accepted this. The demons and beings who she had called enemy for longer than she could knew to recall of time, They would love to see her now.

She was thankful they could not...for now, grieving was acceptable.

After a few more moments of self pity and reflection or maybe more than a few, she had no real concept of time. She began to realize that there was pain, there was hunger. She had never known these feelings before. She rose to her feet with a good deal of effort and found her way to the first seedy little bohemian store she could. Clothes were purchased with the finances still secure from the mission she had failed.


She wished that she could remember anything more than that she had failed and her purpose had not been met. She would need to live now by means that humans lived by. She would require money, food, clothes, shelter. Things that in the past had simply...been there.
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She purchased a pack of cigarettes and in her secondhand coat, boots, and hat began to walk the streets of L.A. She knew this city and for the first time studied it as she walked in silence. Understanding the gravity of how alone she really was. Hearing the chaos and the buzz of cars and people. Feeling the pull of dark and light that had always been so strong in this city.




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Richard Anders

Rick pushed his hands deeper into his coat's pockets, it was another long day and he had a hectic shift behind him. Los Angeles...the city of angels, it seemed like the angels have fled and left humanity to itself. He sighed and for a moment looked at the cold, grey sky, he felt something bump into him and he grabbed hold of the person he had bumped into. From the looks of the woman she didn't fit in the clothes she wore, but in Los Angeles a lot of things that was better not seen happened. As a police officer he saw most of the things that most people would not like to see or even know about. He gave her an apologetic smile,

"Sorry ma'am, I didn't see you there."

A shudder shot through the small fair haired woman and she took a backwards step that was somehow almost aggressive, but distancing at the same time. She clearly seemed intimidated. Her emotions flitting across her eyes though the rest of her face seemed to cooperate with serene appearance. After a moment of apparent panic she seemed to compose herself and her lips smiled though her eyes continued to protest her expression. "No need to apologize" she said graciously smiling and meeting his eyes brightly. "I was lost in my mind, it was my fault." she said and sidestepped to get out of his way.

James walked quickly down the steps of his apartment, across the street, and turned left at the corner. He had just changed from his paramedic uniform into some gym shorts and a hoodie. He whistled a happy tune as he made his way to his favorite gym. "I am so wired" he thought to himself. he had worked a double shift today and still couldn't sleep. Something strange was going on with James. He recently began to feel as if he would never tire. "Maybe lifting weights will burn off some of this restlessness" he thought.

Richard Anders

Rick nodded at her and almost tipped the hat he wasn't wearing,

"Thank you ma'am, hope you have a great day."

He walked on further down the street, he of course had memorized the face, it wasn't everyday that you bump into a stranger who goes from fear to anger to serenity in a matter of seconds. He would just run a search and see if she was in any domestic violence cases before. He chuckled as he pushed open the door to the convenience store,

"Once a cop always a cop hey Rick?"

The woman only nodded and turned her gaze past the man and turned down a particularly dark alleyway and went to sit against a building beside an older woman who played a warped tin harmonica. She crouched beside the elderly wretched and examined her moth eaten clothes and the wet, sick stench the wafted off of her clothes.

The elderly crown looked up and muttered something violent and went back to forcing air into the choking little instrument. "I am Nikita" the young pained woman said to the hag. "What do you dream of?" she asked the hag who smiled up at her with a toothy grin. "I know you child" she said to Nikita "Though so unlike a child, your purpose will fufill" she said taking Nikita's hand into her own and turning it over to examine her paw. "Name me then woman?" Nikita asked her but the woman did not respond instead she sank her dirty nails into her skin and stared closely at Nikita's palm with lay open for examination. "Many will, Nikita" The woman traced a design and spit on the ground. "They will know you without having to know you. Just as you knew me"

The old womans face became rather more aggressive as she began to raise her voice singing about end times and chariots to studying nikita's palm to screaming about beer and rum and why she was so cold and not drinking wine with princess diana.

James was halfway to his gym when his tuneless whistling was drowned out. "What is that racket coming from" He thought. He slowed his jog and found a side alley. He walked slow and stood upright. In these alleys it doesn't pay to look like helpless. He saw an old woman sitting in what appeared to be rags in this dark alley. She was singing quite a weird song. He could almost understand the words clearly now... If James wasn't worried about her health he might have laughed. He was about to approach her when he noticed she wasn't alone.

The blonde woman who answered to Nikita placed her hand on top of the old woman's hand and applied light pressure as her song had reached a shrieking level of hysteria. "quiet then," she said, shaking her head and sighing. "do not mock me with faulty insolence" she said almost under her breath to the woman her voice barely more than a whisper. "feign illness or stupidity with who you like old one, not me" Nikita said and reached into her pocket for cash and placed a 20 in the womans outstretched hand.
The elderly creature's musings ended and her face grew serious, "they will come for you young one, and you know your betrayal will be noticed just as any other who turned from thier instructed purposes. There are creatures other than immortal and mortal in the modern time. Man has taken the time to evolve while demons and angels fought for thier souls" The old woman smiled and looked almost like a normal sane and concerned person for a moment as she warned Nikita.

"thank you for your wisdom my friend" Nikita said and began to rise to her feet again noticing but feeling hesitant to acknowledge the man at the end of the alleyway. She tightened her too large black trench coat around herself and moved like a startled animal to straighten herself.

James was not a nosy person, but his curiosity overpowered him. He had overheard quite a bit of their conversation. "Angels...Demons...Betrayal.. No this is too much.." Instead of trying to figure out what they were talking about he let his medical training take over. He strode forward and knelt before the old woman. " Hello Grandmother, are you okay, do you have someplace warm you can go?" He looked in her eyes and felt her pulse in her wrist. He knew there were a lot of homeless people in the city. He couldn't help them all. That was no excuse to ignore them. "I can help you get to a warm bed for the night." He looked at the younger woman. He immediately noted that her appearance didn't seem right in the clothes she was wearing. Her hair seemed to be too well taken care of for that.

The old woman cackled and said " oh my a big strong man to help me." She narrowed her eyes, and she said very seriously "they be coming for ye too." And then she was gone. James started and fell on his ass. He looked from this now empty spot up to the woman and back. For the past week he had been more sensitive to what went on around him. His brain wanted to shut down. This couldn't have happened. He stared at the younger woman with questions shining in his eyes.

Nikita closed her eyes her stability seeming to waver on her feet for a moment. She held up a small trembling hand to indicate a need for a moment before speaking in a harsh but sad whisper. "there are messages in this world that we would be better off not receiving." She said to the strange man who had approached. "Why did you approach?" she asked sighing quietly.

James forced himself not to panic as he looked into the woman's eyes. "I mean you no harm. I came to check on the old woman singing. I am a paramedic." He looked back down at the now empty spot and then back into the woman's face. "What happened to her? Where did she go? What did she mean...?" James's voice trailed off at the last question.

Nikita lowered her gaze and nodded. "I am sorry for the confusion, I know the woman, she will be fine. She is ...unique" she said her voice trailing off as she looked in the direction the woman had gone. "As for what she said to you...what she meant. That is up to you to give merit or not to" She said with a nod as she tightened her coat around herself. "but I give merit to all senile ramblings" she said with a shrug. "so perhaps im not best to ask"

James straightens up and sighed, " My name is James. Can i buy you a cup of coffee, or at least walk you home. I'd like to talk about this in more detail but you seem exhausted." James was still wide awake. His mind was still going through all the possibilities. After he took care of this he hoped he'd be able to sleep.

Nikita smiled a smile that was clearly one that said -too tired to argue- and nodded. "Coffee sounds pleasant actually" she said looking down at the palm of her hand and wrist where the skin was red and showing beginning signs of discoloration from bruising where the old woman and gripped her while speaking.

Nikita had never had a bruise before and spent a long moment just staring at it. "coffee...yes, though I dont think I have answers you are looking for..." she said looking up at the man.

"If you don't have the answered I'm looking for i don't know who does." He noticed her looking at her wrist. He pulled out a metallic box from the pouch in his hoodie. It was his mini first aid kit. Habit enforced his need to take it with him. Even while he wasn't on the job. He saw her eyes focus on him as he did this so he slowly opened it and pulled out a small ace bandage. He carefully, yet professionally wrapped her bruised wrist in the bandage, then took her other arm in his and lead her to the nearest coffee shop. James ordered some coffee and sat at a private booth near the back of the small cafe. "What did that woman mean when she said something...or someone was after me?"

"In this world everything changes except good deeds and bad deeds; these follow you as the shadow follows the body." Nikita said quietly looking into the cup of coffee that was placed before her. Her hand actually hurt and she was rather fascinated by that pain because it made sense.

She rolled her shoulders and tightened her coat around herself, She felt the pain throughout her of the fall she had taken from grace. "I really know very little...I dont remember alot..." she said sighing and wrapping her uninjured hand around the coffee cup and feeling its warmth. She moved her fingers over the cup and moved them through whisps of steam with a small smile.

James realized he didn't drink coffee as the waitress brought it to him, he set it aside and watched the woman. "I've been dealing with some changes. I don't know exactly when it started, but i have all this energy and i can think clearly all the time. But i can't sleep very well." He glanced at the coffee on the table to his left. " The last thing i need now is more caffeen. Before i saw you i was on my way to the gym to try and burn off some energy."

Nikita lifted the steaming cup to her lips and sipped very slowly as she looked out of the glass window of the cofee shop into the street. "What do you think is making you this way?" she asked. "What has changed?"

"I don't know... what made that old lady vanish? How did she have the strength to nearly sprain your wrist with a slight grasp of her frail looking hands? How are you and i connected to what is coming?" James felt panic bubbling up in his chest. He reigned it in by gritted his teeth and clenching his fists tight under the table. He looked up to meet the woman's eyes again. "I'm sorry. I don't know whats happening to me. Tonight has been the strangest night of my life. Boundless energy, and a quick wit seem like they would be awesome gifts to receive, but i can hardly sleep anymore."

Nikita set the coffee down as he spoke feeling the aggitation in his voice. Her tired expression became somewhat pained and she placed her hand on top of the man's hand. "I can tell you..that panic will not help" she whispered, her hand was chilled but when she placed it on his a magnetic like warmth could be felt from her as though she were forcing a state of calm psychically through touch. "Whenever evil befalls us, we ought to ask ourselves, after the first suffering, how we can turn it into good. So shall we take occasion, from one bitter root, to raise perhaps many flowers. " She smiled at the quote she had heard somewhere before.

James felt a sudden influence touch him as the woman placed her hand on his. He locked eyes with her. He cocked his head slightly as he tried to figure out what was happening to him. A separate part of his mind whispered to him. Told him that it was this woman doing it. He focused on this feeling of calm and took hold of it, pushing it back out of his hand. He slumped in his seat then carefully taking his hand from the woman's gentle grasp. "Who are you?" he asked her as he stared down at his hand.

Nikita looked down at her hand and sighed again reaching for the cup of coffee and drinking in its warmth slowly. "i...don't know how to answer that" She said frowning as she looked out of the window at the beginning signs of rain. She stared intently focused as the tiny crystal drips ran down the glass.

"I will be honset with you and admit that IF I did know what how to answer..i probably wouldn't...but in this case I don't." She closed her eyes and listened to the different sounds in the place. The shop door jangling with a awkwardly shaped bell signaling the door's openings. "I know that I call myself Nikita, I know that I failed at something" she said, her voice trailing off. "I think I am to be killed" she said with a sardonic smirk that hid a sad smile at its corners.
"If one can be killed, in such terms...I don't know how any of it works..I had never thought of it before" She was speaking in a hushed whisper now almost as if to herself and thnking aloud, her lips tightened as her teeth threatened to chatter only slightly and break her calm demeanor.

James slid his coffee in front of the woman, noticing that hers was getting low. He felt tired. Whatever happened moments before had drained him of the overwhealming energy he had been so aprehensive about. He wanted to sleep for a week now..."Do you know who you used to be?" he hesitated then again looked up at her eyes waiting for an answer.