[RP] Modern Mythology

[[Desolate Divine]]

(OOC: Pathetic post is pathetic, but I figured nobody will be in Italy, so I needed to get Azrael out. Well do posts for Flint, Dalton and possibly Alena tomorrow)

Azrael
Shinigami
Venice, Italy>Flying
Affected RPers
Azrael looked through the small notebook that usually remained in his pocket. His death diary. Every time he killed, he wrote down the date, the amount of time their death gave him, the reason for their death, and his current total life.

The most recent entry was three years ago. 2010. A pedophile, who dies of a stroke after spending 40 years in prison. He only had 40 years left in his life, so Azrael knew he had already done what he was destined to do. This made his total 125 years.

He sat in the park, by the stone memorial that nobody knew the origin of. Only he knew the true meaning. A memorial for Isabel, that he made when he first moved to Venice. He had visited it every day for the past 400 years. He knew this would be the last time for a while. He had to leave. Words of a winged demon were spreading around Venice, after it was seen flying through the sky, carrying a man, who it dropped, as the man fell to his death. Azrael spotted him around the memorial this time yesterday, seeing his cause of death.
"Shot by his wife in Self Defense"
Azrael figured that if she shot him, he musn't kill her, so killing him won't save her from death. As with every thought about killing him, Azrael saw the timer above his head fall faster and faster. He followed the man, and when they were alone in an alley, shouted to get his attention. The man threatened Azrael for following him, but froze in fear when Azrael became coated in darkness, and took on his Shinigami form. Azrael flew towards him and picked him up off the ground. He flew into the air as the man screamed, and when they were high enough, dropped the man to his death, giving him

Azrael picked up his bag that had his few possessions, and changed into his Shinigami form. He stretched his long black wings, and forced them down, as he ascended into the air. He wanted to come back to Isabel's memorial. But he knew it would take a while before the residents of Venice calmed down, after news of such a horror...

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(Time for copy and pasting...I'd write some more of my other characters but at the moment they really have nothing to do.)

Ashfinger
Pro-secrecy, Mawr Cattân
Somewhere in Europe
Affected RPer: Winter

Photo shoots. Always endless photo shoots, day in and day out. Of course Ash didn't expect anything different, given his current's charge's occupation but still, he thought there would be at least a little more excitement going on around here. Today was a pleasant change in way, playing heavy on the irony of a wintery Fae and of the fact that the humans had absolutely no idea of it, and Ash found himself grinning to himself more than once at the fun of it all. It was always so much fun to tease to humans, to dangle things right in front of their stupidly blind faces and then snatch it away right before they finally open their eyes and notice something. That was the game the Fae had been playing for centuries and they played it even now, even Reine, despite her fondness of humans and her ideas of them one day realizing who all of the Fae were. Of course that day was long off, especially when the humans still had their centuries-old prejudices against them... take the human guard on his right for example. Unlikable, hating anything Fae, and immediately judging of anyone and anything that so much as spent time around the Fae. He was always glaring at Ash as if expecting him to do something, like burn the whole place down just for giggles. His reputation probably didn't help since he was known as "unreliable" among the secret circle of hunters and whatever organizations there were, but they still welcomed him with open arms so that could say more than anything.

His golden eyes flickered to Straton, standing a few feet away from him, and his mouth curved into a wicked grin. It was the smile of a thief or prankster planning something behind veiled faced. As if sensing the stare, Straton immediately turned to him, alert and already bristling as if expecting a battle. "Why so tense, mortal?" Ash asked in a low voice so that only Straton could hear. "You look deliciously uncomfortable today, and tense to boot. You really need to loosen up some." He very obviously raked his eyes down Straton's form, as if savoring a future meal, and briefly contemplated licking his lips but decided that that would be way too much, too soon.