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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 5, 2009 15:28:07 GMT -4
Bianca was talking a detour home. She'd worked late doing something normal-her standard job of tending bar. And she could have gone straight back to her apartment, but she was in the mood for latte.
Normally, latte wasn't Bianca's thing. But a friend had sold her on this all night place's French Vanilla stuff. And she knew it was a bad thing, to drink coffee at 3AM, but she was going to do it anyway.
Bianca headed up to the counter and ordered her drink. After it arrived, she headed back to a high table in the corner. She wondered if her desire to miss out on sleep was a way to avoid any thoughts of Paolo or Ezra. Not that she didn't see them-or evidence of them-on a daily basis. But she could occasionally put them out of her head.
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Post by Dani Cross on May 5, 2009 16:12:49 GMT -4
Michael had many duties as an archangel, the protection of warriors: soldiers, cops, hunters and others was one of the more important ones. It was not just their physical well being that her was to took out for, but also their spirits. Even now, she could feel herself being drawn to one of her charges.
The angel stepped into the shop and walked up to the counter, centuries of practice giving her the physical and physic presence of a normal human. her vessel informed her that black coffee was the only acceptable beverage for this hour of the morning, so Michael ordered accordingly. The hunter was easy to find, Bianca Pagliaro was one of the few customers in the shop. Drink in hand, the heavenly commander walked over to where the hunter was sitting.
"Mind if I join you?"
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 5, 2009 16:22:37 GMT -4
Bianca used her spoon to poke the whip cream back down into the cup. She rested her head on one hand and stared blankly out the window. It was completely not normal to be up at this hour. But Bianca realized she'd been up at this hour more than she liked to realize.
There was practically no one else in the shop. That didn't surprise her. Normal people were at home, asleep. They had been for several hours now.
"Mind if I join you?"
Bianca glanced up. There was a dark haired girl standing next to the table.
"Ok," Bianca shrugged, motioning to one of the empty chairs.
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Post by Dani Cross on May 5, 2009 18:38:25 GMT -4
Michael sat down in the chair that Bianca had indicated, and took a cautious sip of the coffee. It was all she could do to not make a face at the drink's bitter taste. How could humans consume such a vile liquid? The angel quickly returned her focus to the girl across the table form her.
"You look troubled."
It was clear that life had taken a toll on the young hunter, worry and exhaustion were clearly written on her face. No one chose to hunt the supernatural on a whim, Bianca had been driven from her home, tortured, and then forced to kill. The nightmares that had driven her here must be terrible.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 5, 2009 18:57:06 GMT -4
Bianca studied the girl. There was something....different.....about her. Bianca couldn't put her finger on it. For a moment, she wondered if it was a demonic vibe she was picking up. She quickly nixed that idea, but there was still something odd.
"You look troubled."
"Really?" Bianca raised an eyebrow. "It's late, I'm more tired than troubled." She ran a hand through her hair and took a quick drink of her coffee.
"What are you doing out here so late anyway?"
Bianca hoped the girl had a good reason for being out late-like an awesome party or something. Bianca never got those types of adventures.
"I'm Bianca, by the way."
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Post by Dani Cross on May 6, 2009 0:14:16 GMT -4
The strange look Bianca gave her was not lost on Michael. The hunter had good instincts, but there was little chance of the girl figuring out the angel's identity. The human's claim of fatigue made the archangel grim slightly, even the woman whose body she was inhabiting wasn't fooled by that line.
"One tends to cause the other."
Michael wondered when the girl had last gotten a good nights rest.
"It's nice to meet you Bianca; call me Mikey. I'm looking for my little sister. She ran away from home after a. . .falling out with our father."
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 6, 2009 10:32:46 GMT -4
Bianca kept studying the girl. She wished she could put her finger directly on what was so different about. But she guessed she'd chalk it up to the after 2AM crowd was different than the ones that were out between noon and 8PM.
"I guess it does." She agreed. "I shouldn't be up drinking coffee. That's going to make it all worse."
Bianca's head perked up when the girl not only introduced herself, but mentioned she was looking for a sister who had run off from home.
"Nice to meet you too, Mikey. And it's good of you to be looking for her. How old is she? I hope she didn't get far."
Bianca was glad to see a sister out looking for another one. That hadn't exactly been the case in her life. She hadn't heard word one from any of her sisters since she'd left home.
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Post by Dani Cross on May 6, 2009 18:06:20 GMT -4
Michael watched with interest as Bianca reacted to her explanation. Hunters where a varied lot, but most of them held family to be extremely importance. Their damnation and saving grace. The archangels and many of the lesser angels, while having no genetics to bind them together, acted in a similar manner.
"Anna is only a few years younger than me, I just don't want to see her hurt. She's close by, as far as I can tell. How about you, any family?"
The archangel hoped that what she had told Bianca about Anna's situation would help her open up about what had been bothering her.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 6, 2009 18:56:27 GMT -4
Bianca nodded as she heard Mikey's story. She wondered for a second how her younger sisters' were fairing. They were all fairly close in age, with the exception of Alexzandria. She wondered if they even missed her.
"No, none that I speak of anyway." Bianca gave the other girl a soft smile. "I'm glad to hear you're worried about her. Sometimes it's so hard to keep track of your siblings. I couldn't tell you what mine are involved in right now."
Bianca tried to search her mind. She realized that she could barely remember what her sister's looked like.
"I had 3 sisters, but we aren't close anymore. We lost touch."
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Post by Dani Cross on May 9, 2009 14:53:41 GMT -4
Michael tilted her head slightly when Bianca said she was out of touch with her family. It was sad to see the human girl be so alone, she needed someone to help shoulder her troubles. The angel could only do so much with this one meeting, but hopefully Father would bring someone else into the young woman's life.
"May I ask why? I mean, it's sad to loose contact with family. I have an older brother I haven't been on speaking terms with in years."
The archangel had a very different reason for not talking to ber former brother Lucifer than Bianca did with her sisters, but the similarity was there none-the-less.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 10, 2009 1:30:03 GMT -4
Bianca shrugged. If Mikey really wanted to hear the reasons behind why Bianca didn't speak to her family, it was her business. Not that it was some exciting story-and not that Bianca had any intentions of going into all the details of it-but she'd give at least a small taste of it.
"We differed on our opinions of some matters." Bianca explained, looking down at the liquid in her coffee cup rather than at the other girl. "They had the distinct impression I was doing some things to get attention when I couldn't help it. Rather than try to understand-or help me-it was just easier to tell me to leave. So I left. I mean, why stay where you aren't wanted?"
Bianca did want to go home, but there wasn't any point in trying. Nothing had changed. She was still the same girl she used to be. Her parents weren't going to be any more okay with it now than they were a few years back.
"How about your brother? Any chance you guys will catch up in the near future?"
In Bianca's case, it would probably take the Apocalypse to get her to speak to her family again. She hoped it wasn't the case for this girl.
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Post by Dani Cross on May 12, 2009 11:33:43 GMT -4
Michael listened sympathetically as Bianca vaguely described the situation between herself a her family. It was sad the the girl's powers had driven her away from her family. It was situations like this that caused humans to view their gifts as curses rather than blessings.
"So you've have no contact with them? Surely they must be worried about you."
The angel paused and took another drink of the coffee, considering how to best phrase the answer to the human's question. In the end she decided that the truth would be the best answer.
"It'll that the end of the world for my brother and I to see each other again. Even then I we'd end up fighting."
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 12, 2009 21:55:36 GMT -4
"Worried?" Bianca looked at Mikey. "Please, they were thrilled to see me go."
Bianca remembered the day she'd left well. No one had even spoken to her as she'd loaded up her things and left the house for good. Not a word. If Paolo had killed her, it would have been a blessing for her family at least.
"They don't know anything abut me now, and that's ok. They made their choice." It really wasn't ok, but there wasn't a whole lot Bianca could do about it now.
"Really?" Bianca smiled. "End of the world was exactly the term I was thinking of for when I saw my family again. How long have you guys not been speaking?"
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Post by Dani Cross on May 14, 2009 17:01:45 GMT -4
"I've heard dozens of missing persons cases over the past few years. Parent who got in fights with their kids, said a lot of things they didn't mean. All of them living with this fear that their son or daughter was rotting in some side ditch in the middle of nowhere. I'm not saying you should go back home Bianca, but a phone call or a postcard might do a world of good for you and your family."
Michael was perfectly aware that her words would give Bianca the impression that she was talking to a cop, but the small deception did not alter the truth of the angel's words. Thousands of parents prayed to heaven just to receive some sign that their children were alive.
"We haven't spoken since he was imprisoned. We had this huge fight before that, battle really. Kind of one of those life changing events, you know?"
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 14, 2009 18:15:54 GMT -4
"Yeah, well, you hear one on me and let me know." Bianca had, for a while at least, wanted to tell her parents what had happened with Paolo and Ezra. But she knew they'd want to go to the police-and personally, she didn't want to. It would just set him back into looking for her-and she was not keen on that. In her fantasy world, Paolo had forgotten about her.
Bianca turned her head and stared at the other girl for a long moment. Her words were so.....
Different. They weren't just words of inspiration. Bianca suddenly became suspicious as to what really had brought the girl into the coffee shop.
"I guess those happen sometimes." Bianca shrugged, turning to look out the window. "It sucks, but it happens. What did you say you did again?"
Bianca was almost beginning to wonder if the girl had been sent to follow her from her family. It just seemed like such a strange conversation all of a sudden.
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