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Post by Cassandra Constantine on May 14, 2010 1:29:43 GMT -4
"But you do know who I am; we already exchanged introductions. Did you need for us to do so once more?"
"But I don't know who you are!" she told him, trying not to scream at him. She shouldn't have had all those shots, it was just making things worse. "I know you're name... assuming it's your real name. But I don't know you... and you shouldn't know me."
Why did it feel like she was instructing him? Telling him how to be... it was probably the drinking... she should learn to lay off.
A movement from behind Raguel caught her attention and she turned her eyes to the young man looking at her questioningly. She wouldn't have the faintest idea how to answer is unasked question. In the end she shrugged and sunk to the ground, leaning against the wall of the club. Too much drinking... too much panicking... too weird a night to continue standing.
"Ms. James I mean you know harm; I most certainly intend you no ill will which requires other to go lurking about in the shadows,"
So he knew the other man was there... had he turned around? Or was he just really good at knowing things normal people wouldn't? Maybe he wasn't some psycho government guy here to kidnap her and cut open her brain... or some cop from Washington here to arrest her for what she had done... maybe he really was someone like her with an ability... or something.
"Please stop calling me that," she pleaded quietly, staring down into her lap. "I'm not her... not any more."
Possibly not the best choice of words when in earshot of two men she didn't know... bit late now though, wasn't it?
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Post by Daniel Brunner on May 14, 2010 8:49:22 GMT -4
"But you do know who I am; we already exchanged introductions. Did you need for us to do so once more?"
"But I don't know who you are! "I know you're name... assuming it's your real name. But I don't know you... and you shouldn't know me."
Daniel watched as the woman slumped down to the ground but just as he was about to move the man said something else.
"Ms. James I mean you know harm; I most certainly intend you no ill will which requires other to go lurking about in the shadows."
"Please stop calling me that, I'm not her... not any more."
Crap...
Somehow the man knew he was standing behind him but either way the girl seemed deeply upset about him calling her Ms. James. There was no point in hiding behind the man anymore. Moving to the girl's side he held out his hand and gave a faint ghost of a smile. It'd been many years since he smiled for real so he managed what he could. He didn't think the man was dangerous, something in his gut said that. He just thought it'd be better if he could get the girl home or somewhere she could lay down and he could find out who the man was.
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Post by Raguel on May 15, 2010 0:53:46 GMT -4
"Please stop calling me that, I'm not her... not any more."
Raguel's frown deepened in response to the girl's words. She was still her; she wouldn't ever really stop being who she was unless she died and even then it would still be her who would be judge and go on to either heaven or hell. But he was rather certain that perhaps now was not the best time to point that out as it only seemed to be upsetting her.
Raguel did not know what the man was doing in the alley or why he thought he was needed in regards to serving as some form of rescuer to the girl; but again Raguel had not caused any harm or warranted such feelings and actions being taken towards him.
"I shall simply stick to Cassandra then? Is that a better solution?" Raguel asked hoping to make some sort of sense of the situation while there was still a situation to salvage.
Raguel was confused by the man's movement towards Cassandra since it did not seem as if the girl knew the other man at all; or at least those were the feelings he had recieved from her upon her first spotting the man lurking in the shadows...why did humans make it a habbit to creep about?
"I do not believe women make a practice of seeking solace of strange men in alleys," Raguel pointed out to man. Raguel could hardley understand why the other felt his company was safer then his own. Truth be told Raguel was rather certain he could prevent any and all harm from happening to the young girl while the other didn't seem at all capable.
"Ms. Cassandra does not know your name," Raguel pointed out having learned of the girls need to "know" the people in which she spoke to.
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Post by Cassandra Constantine on May 15, 2010 1:40:03 GMT -4
"I shall simply stick to Cassandra then? Is that a better solution?"
Cassandra looked up at the man, bewilderment in her eyes. Who the hell was this guy? He seemed genuinely confused, and was still behaving in his strangely gentleman like manner. Raguel was quite possibly the strangest man she had ever met, and while she was still freaking out about the fact that he knew her name, her fear of the man himself was slowly fading.
"Yeah," she said eventually. "That's... better." Sort of... she still didn't know how he knew that was her name... but as long as he kept the 'James' out of it... she could keep her panic under control... mostly.
Her eyes flicked to the other man as he moved towards her and she vaguely wondered where he had come from, and why he had decided to step in. She appreciated the gesture, she guessed, but it was all just a bit weird. Both men, that is. She never could just catch the attention of someone normal, could she?
"I do not believe women make a practice of seeking solace of strange men in alleys,"
"Ha," Cassandra said, her eyes slipping closed for a brief moment. So she'd reached that stage of drunkness had she? That was quick... how much had she had to drink? Raguel was right though... that sort of behaviour tended to end badly.
"Ms. Cassandra does not know your name,"
"He makes a good point," she said, forcing her eyes open so she could look at the younger man. After a moment, she braced herself against the wall and pushed herself to her feet. "Not that it matters, as I'm going home now and will probably never see either of you again." She took a tentative step away from the wall and stopped, frowning slightly. Which was was home?
Crap.
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Post by Daniel Brunner on May 15, 2010 17:02:22 GMT -4
Daniel withdrew his hand, seeing that the girl obviously didn't want his help even though she looked like she was barely able to stand on her own two feet. Sometimes it was difficult not speaking. He tried giving his first name in sign language but when he realized that wouldn't work with these two since not many people knew sign language he pulled out an ID card and held it out for them to read.
They'd probably catch on that he was mute. It usually didn't take people long but he wasn't getting into it.
"Not that it matters, as I'm going home now and will probably never see either of you again."
He saw that the girl was obviously confused, probably drank a little to much. He didn't blame her for being wary, probably not the smartest thing walking up to a girl in an alleyway in Vegas. She probably wasn't to sure how to get back to her home from here in her current state. He pointed at her and then at his car across the street before realizing that would probably freak her out a little.
Smooth move, smart guy...
Before she had a chance to run away screaming he pulled out his phone and a card for a taxi company. If he could at least get her into a taxi to take her home he'd feel better.
He looked at the other man, something about him came off as weird but he didn't seem all that dangerous. Truth be told he looked a little confused, but he didn't seem like he was taking a liking to Daniel. He didn't think the girl was in danger but at the very least he wanted to make sure she got home.
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Post by Raguel on May 17, 2010 12:45:40 GMT -4
"Yeah, that's... better."
"Good then I shall stick with that name," Raguel replied with a smile; pleased that the woman and himself were now on the same page as to what she should be called.
"He makes a good point, not that it matters, as I'm going home now and will probably never see either of you again."
Raguel was going to protest that she would only not seem them again if you chose for it to be that way. Humans had a very good deal of control over who and what they allowed to remain present within their lives; it was simply the matter of what they allowed. Raguel quickly picked up the boys inability to speak though it did not appear to be a physical handicap it was something which ran much deeper then that.
"Ms. Cassandra this would be Mr. Daniel Brunner; he does not speak," Raguel explained with a smile pleased that he could be helpful.
Raguel's frowned mirrored that of the girls as he was quickly able to pull the confusion from her; apparently Ms. Cassandra was not entirely certain which direction her home was in. After a bit of picking through the young girls brain Raguel was perfectly aware of where she needed to be.
"I think that is perhaps why the sign says no drinking before 21 years old," Raguel explained to the girl proving the point he had attempted to make earlier.
He eyed the younger boy wondering exactly what to do with him. It seemed rather rude to simply leave him alone in the alley but then Raguel was not entirely certain if he was welcome in Ms. Cassandra's apartment...he was rather unclear if he was welcome.
Reaching out and touching the boys forehead in the same instance he touched the girls all 3 quickly found themselves in the livingroom of Ms. Cassandra's apartment...for company it appeared as if 3 felines were present as well.
Raguel eyed the cats curiously and the focused back upon the girl.
"Do you reside in an animal shelter?" Raguel asked uncertain how he had missed that fact.
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Post by Cassandra Constantine on May 17, 2010 16:06:40 GMT -4
Cassandra frowned slightly as she watched the younger man try and sign something. She wished she'd bothered to learn sign language... and that her vision was clear... it would have helped a lot in that moment. She squinted at the id card he eventually decided to hold out and in the back of her mind wondered why he didn't just tell her his name.
"Ms. Cassandra this would be Mr. Daniel Brunner; he does not speak,"
Oh. Right. Hence the sign language. And of course Raguel would know that. Because Raguel knew everything... which was actually beginning to be much less terrifying and more just weird.
"I think that is perhaps why the sign says no drinking before 21 years old,"
"Oh shut up," she said, waving a hand dismissively as she tried very hard to concentrate. Now... if over there was... no... over there was... no... damn it.
And then Raguel was touching her forehead, and before she could swipe him away, she was standing in the middle of her apartment, incredibly stunned.
"Do you reside in an animal shelter?"
"No," she said defensively, bending down and scratching one of the cats foreheads as it moved past her. "I just like - " she stopped suddenly as a wave of nausia rolled over her. "Excuse me."
Dashing into the bathroom, Cassandra slammed the door behind her and thankfully managed to kneel over the toilet bowl before emptying the contents of her stomach into it. Apparently alcohol and sudden teleportation didn't mix.
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Post by Daniel Brunner on May 17, 2010 16:38:34 GMT -4
"I think that is perhaps why the sign says no drinking before 21 years old"
"Oh shut up"
Daniel watched the two of them converse as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. He figured out she was obviously under drinking age but he still hadn't figured out how they knew each other. From the looks of it they didn't know each other at all.
"Do you reside in an animal shelter?"
"No, I just like - ""
It took Daniel a second to realize what had happened and he stood there kind of stunned. One second they were in an alley and the guy was touching his forehead and now he was in some strange room which from the look was an apartment. He watched the girl run off and heard the unmistakable sound of her being sick. Then like a bolt of lightning his mind figured out this was not normal. He turned and looked at the man again realizing this guy had just teleported them here with a single touch. Daniel tried to take a step back not seeing the cat behind him. With a loud screech the cat ran off as Daniel fell to the ground smacking his head off the wall.
His eyes watering as a sharp pain throbbed at the back of his head, he used his legs to push himself across the ground away from Raguel. Backing himself against a wall, he groped around without taking his eyes off the man as he looked for something to defend himself with. The only thing his hand made contact with was a lamp which he held out in front of himself.
Of all the things he'd seen this was completely new and he had no idea what he was going to do. No weapons, in a room he'd never seen before stuck with a guy that could bend the fabric of space at will. Daniel could only hope that today was his lucky day.
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Post by Raguel on May 17, 2010 22:24:26 GMT -4
"No...I just like - Excuse me."
Raguel looked confused as Cassandra hurried out of the room and into the world beyond the livingroom. He grimaced at the rather unpleasent sounds coming from the room down the hall. Raguel was more then certain he did not wish to investigate what it was Cassandra was doing.
Raguel stared down as one fo the feline's belonging to the human girl set about rubbing itself on his pant leg; i was a rather odd sensation and Raguel picked up the cat and brought the small creature eye to eye with him as he searched its eyes not being able to read much from it at all; save for the fatc that enjoyed the woman's company and apprently it also enjoyed something by the name of tuna fish.
"Interesting..." Raguel muttered before his attention was caught by the boy flailing about the room.
Raguel looked stunned at Daniel who was chosing to brandish a lamp in his general direction. A lamp? Honestly now what was the boy attempting to defend himself from; darkness? Raguel hardley resembeled the dark.
"I hardly think Ms. Cassandra would appreciate you re-decorating her apartment..." Raguel explained with a frown as he made his way over to the boy and plucked the lamp from his grasp before setting it back where it belonged.
"It's rude..." Raguel explained sharing some of the knowledge he had learned amongst the humans.
"Don't be rude," Raguel scolded.
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Post by Cassandra Constantine on May 17, 2010 23:57:51 GMT -4
Well that... was extremely unpleasant, Cassandra thought as she got to her feet and flushed the toilet. Though now she felt much better, and perhaps a bit less drunk... that was a plus. She washed out her mouth and brushed her teeth, trying to avoid looking at herself in the mirror... she really wasn't in the mood to see just how crappy she looked.
Finally emerging from the bathroom, Cassandra bent down and picked up one of the cats before eyeing both men, wondering what she was supposed to do now that they were in her apartment.
"So," she said, releasing the wriggling cat from her arms and allowing it to examine the men. "Daniel," she pointed at him, "who can't speak and is looking slightly terrified... you okay?"
"And Raguel," she pointed at the other man, "who knows things he shouldn't and moved us from an alley to my apartment in under a second... how exactly does that work... what are you some kind of psychic telporter?"
Alright, so, slightly less drunk... but not much less drunk... she was now at that 'say everything that is on your mind' stage... Ah well. It was her apartment, she could act the way she wanted.
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Post by Daniel Brunner on May 18, 2010 0:12:27 GMT -4
"I hardly think Ms. Cassandra would appreciate you re-decorating her apartment... It's rude... Don't be rude."
Daniel could do nothing as the man simply walked over and grabbed the lamp from him and set it down. Now things were really weird, if he'd been a demon or monster he probably would've attacked by now.
What the hell are you?
"So, Daniel, who can't speak and is looking slightly terrified... you okay? And Raguel, who knows things he shouldn't and moved us from an alley to my apartment in under a second... how exactly does that work... what are you some kind of psychic telporter?"
Daniel looked over as the girl, Cassandra was what the man called her, came out of the bathroom. For some reason this didn't freak her out as much as it bothered him.
Is she a hunter too?
Daniel rubbed the back of his head but didn't see any blood on his hand. Just a nice little lump from tripping over the cat. He looked around the room for a better weapon in case Raguel was something bad. He didn't see much but he'd never really been to other people's homes. If he was back at his own home with his adoptive father there'd be guns and knives all over the house but here there wasn't much he could see. For now he'd have to play it by ear and hope things didn't go south.
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Post by Raguel on May 18, 2010 14:56:58 GMT -4
So, Daniel, who can't speak and is looking slightly terrified... you okay?"
"He thinks I am going to kill him...and you," Raguel explained having picked up on the boys rather obvious fear of him. That was rubbish though if he was going to kill the humans he would have done so long ago.
"And Raguel, who knows things he shouldn't and moved us from an alley to my apartment in under a second... how exactly does that work... what are you some kind of psychic telporter?"
Raguel's eyes brightened and locked upon Cassandra as she addressed him but a look of confusion quickly took hold as she seemed to think he was a...psychic teleporter...that was an occupation Raguel was unclear on.
"Why am I not meant to know things Ms. Cassandra?" Raguel asked her first statement catching his attention first.
Then of course there was her second statement which seemed to confuse him more so then anything else.
"What exactly is a psychic teleporter?" Raguel figured he would ask in case for some off reason that was what they called archangels in here in the rather odd state of Nevada.
"There is really no reason to be searching out weapons," Raguel pointed out as he cast a glance to Daniel Brunner.
"If I was going to kill yourself and Ms. Cassandra I would have done so in an alley where the blood would not be so difficult to clean," Raguel pointed out as one of the feline began to rub against his leg once more. He again picked up the feline and examined its eyes before turning to Cassandra.
"It requests you to find it a tuna fish...," Raguel explained before setting the small feline back down. This tuna fish must be rather powerful if both felines were absorbed by its powers.
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Post by Cassandra Constantine on May 18, 2010 18:53:34 GMT -4
"He thinks I am going to kill him...and you,"
Cassandra raised an eyebrow at the both of them. Strange how things had seemed to turn around, with Cassandra being relatively calm and Daniel now freaking out... maybe it was because she was home now... home always had a nice comforting effect on people, didn't it?
"Why am I not meant to know things Ms. Cassandra?"
She frowned quizzically at him. Was that a trick question?
"Generally people don't," she explained, deciding to humour him. "If they did, what would be the point of changing ones name? Keeping secrets? You're not supposed to be able to reach into people heads and pull out information... not only is it weird... it's generally rude."
"What exactly is a psychic teleporter?"
"It's a..." Cassandra began but she shrugged and gave up. She didnt actually know what she was talking about. "Never mind, if you're don't know what it is, then clearly you're not one... what are you?"
Probably not the most polite question she could have asked but... oh well.
"There is really no reason to be searching out weapons,"
She immediately turned her attention to Daniel. She supposed it made snese for him to be freaked out, suddenly moving from one play to another... hell... she was pretty freaked out herself about that whole thing but at least she was home. However, she really didn't need a freaked guy looking for weapons in her house... that just didn't sound like it would end well.
"You won't find any anyway," she told him, giving him a slight push to calm him down. No need to mess with memories or thoughts, just a nice feeling of calm was all he needed.
"It requests you to find it a tuna fish...,"
"Huh?" She'd been too busy trying to make sure she'd pushed the right amount that she had missed most of what he'd said. "Oh," she said, noticing the cat walking towards her expectantly. She moved into the kitchen area and pulled out a can of tuna, opened it and laid it on the floor for the cat. "Happy now?" she asked no on in particular.
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Post by Daniel Brunner on May 18, 2010 19:14:56 GMT -4
"There is really no reason to be searching out weapons"
"You won't find any anyway,"
Dan felt a strange sensation rolling over him but he immediately felt better than he had. Which was strange because he had been freaking out but now things didn't seem so bad. He picked up one of the cats and gently scratched it behind the ears. As soon as Cassandra opened the tuna it took off. That was another question he had, how'd Raguel know what he was up to and how'd he know what the cat wanted? Tonight was definitely one of the weirdest nights he'd ever had and that was saying something. Now he just wanted to find out where they were and what they were.
He pulled out a small notebook and pen from his jacket pocket and wrote on it asking where they were. When he was done he handed it to Cassandra, it wasn't the first time he'd run into people who didn't know sign language. He didn't remember the last time he'd felt so calm. Maybe it was this guy, but what ever it was Daniel wasn't going to complain.
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Post by Raguel on May 18, 2010 19:34:16 GMT -4
Raguel listened intently as Cassandra answered his question; for a human she was extremely good at explaining things. Most of the others Raguel had thus run into didn't take it so well.
"Generally people don't, if they did, what would be the point of changing ones name? Keeping secrets? You're not supposed to be able to reach into people heads and pull out information..."
"But why must you keep sec..."
"...not only is it weird... it's generally rude."
Raguel's face fell as he realized that he had without meaning to once again come off as rude. He had truly been attempting to work on that but it was becoming more and more apparent that humans were much more sensitive to matters then angels were.
"I do apologize Ms. Cassandra; I truly hadn't meant to offend you or by any stretch of the imagination appear rude," Raguel explained his face covered with worry as he hoped he had not done irreparable damage. He was still rather certain the lady of the night he had run into the previous night had not appreciated his suggestions regarding her choice of occupation and family issues. She had possessed a great deal of strength for such a small woman.
"Never mind, if you're don't know what it is, then clearly you're not one... what are you?"
Raguel looked from the girl to the boy and wondered how they were take to the information of what he was; he had also learned that humans did not handle it as well as would have been expected; after all he wasn't telling them he was a demon which would no doubt have been terrible news.
"Happy now?"
"It's content," Raguel replied matter of factly as he inspected the large piece of furniture in the center of the room wondering if it would be rude to sit. He didn't require rest so instead of trouble others with it Raguel simply remained standing.
"And in regards to myself; I'm an Angel of the Lord."
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