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Jan 27, 2022 7:23 PM
A sorcerer Zero summons an angel Sunburst.
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"Come on now. Let's get out of here."

He puts a hand at the small of her back and begins to guide her towards the exit.

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"I think I killed a guy earlier. He was just doing his job." She's walking with him now.

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He winces at the memory.

"Yeah, that was ... something. But you're an angel, it's to be expected."

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"I think he was an innocent though."

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They’re going up the stairs now, the crowd dispersed somewhat, though many turn and stare at the sight of Inara’s wings. Kestrel preens a little under the attention. He waves a hand at her words.

“No one who works in a place like this is innocent. But even so, like I said, you’re an angel. I expected some bloodshed.”

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She shuffles self consciously. "You're not mad at me?"

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He stops and turns to her.

”Of course not, love. I couldn’t get mad at something so beautiful.”

He will pretend that he didn’t cut her eye out earlier.

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She really can't tell if he's lying, without her eye. She wants to believe he's telling the truth. It wouldn't hurt anything. "Can we leave, please?"

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He turns, and the brief openness is gone.

”Yeah, sure.”

He opens the door on the cool night air and unlocks the car, getting into the driver’s seat and immediately turning on the radio.

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She gets into the backseat of the car. What else is there to do?

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He revs the engine and drives them home, just a little above the speed limit. He opens her door for her.

"Come on in. I don't even have one bed in this place so I super don't have two but you can sleep on the couch I guess. If you sleep at all."

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Is it going to be an issue that she killed that guy? It's probably immoral (hard to tell, she isn't meant to judge and the one who is isn't answering).

"I can at least lay down and look at the ceiling."

She settles herself on the couch, fluffing up her feathers and wearing them around herself. Rude that her captor won't give up the... Whatever he sleeps in.

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She's awoken by the scent of food. Kestrel sits at the coffee table in front of her, an array of fast food laid out in front of him.

"My kitchen is kind of broken so I ordered us stuff for breakfast. I don't really know if you eat but I thought I should probably try and get you food just in case. It's probably better than whatever you had before anyway."

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"I don't think I need to eat." Sleeping is weird. Has she ever done that before? She can't remember.

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“Okay, eat if you want I guess. I have a couple things to attend to while you do that.”

The things turn out to be walking around to the various altars in the room, lighting candles and pouring out water or wine into the dishes that sit on them. He disappears briefly to the basement and comes back up, a small cut still beaded with blood on his wrist.

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"I thought you didn't worship Him?" Maybe he's not so bad...

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"Ha. No. I have spirits I need to repay for things. Come down to the basement for a sec, I have something to show you."

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She sighs, whispers a prayer (that goes again unanswered) and levers herself off the couch, wincing as her wing protests. She trudges down the stairs for lack of a better option.

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The basement is much the same as when she last saw it. A ladder leans against the far wall, and a scalpel sits on the altar. A drop of blood falls from the ceiling and sizzles on her halo.

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She screams and jumps back, patting frantically at her halo. To her relief, it seems intact, the drop boiled away. She opens her mouth to ask Kestrel what the heavens is going on, then decides to look up the see where the droplet came from.

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A ring of blood is drawn on the ceiling, in enough blood that it's still dripping. A glance at Kestrel shows him pale but smiling, watching her. As she stands shocked, more droplets fall, not just one at a time this time -- they hit different points on her halo at the same time, burning. A drop runs down her face.

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Her vision blurs, and she falls to her knees, dizzy. Her body feels wrong, the wrong shape, the wrong meaning, the wrong Purpose. She can feel her bones shifting under suddenly plastic flesh. "W-what's happening to me?" She says, suddenly fearful.

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He steps over to her, blood spreading on his pants now from the wound on his thigh.

"I did tell you you were going to be mine, yes?"

He reaches down to pet her blood-sticky hair.

"This is an important step in that."

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She can feel a tingling at her joints, bones extending and contracting. She clutches at her head, at her halo, but this time it burns her hands. To her horror, they begin knitting themselves together, not with the speed of her divine healing factor, but something inexorable - rewriting her pattern, unraveling her Self to make room for its Self within her. It's not stopping at her burned hands, skin peeling away, muscle shriveling and bone crumbling at its edge, covering more and more of her body, a razor slicing in concentric circles surrounding the core of her. She begins to cry, then stops. What was she crying about again? Then she starts to laugh, a dazed look in her eyes, one of them twitching as blood runs into it and pools on the bottom lid. She's feeling really good.

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He smiles as she falls apart and knits back together again. He places a hand on her halo. It feels pleasantly warm, and doesn't cut.

"There you go."

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