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 Famous in a Small Town, --Sariel
Americe
Posted: Oct 24 2011, 09:02 PM


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Date:June 2, 2012
City: Heaven
State: Heaven
Synopsis: Americe meets with Sariel and they have an 'interesting' conversation.


She was still fixated on human time.

Mornings, afternoons, sunrise, sunsets. Americe still thought in each one of those. Perhaps that was why she was hanging out in one of the early Christian's heavens since it had a sundial. The only problem with her logic was that the sundial was always stuck on two. She'd have to grow accustomed to that sucker too, at least it was right at two different times of the day on Earth. It did give her a bit of that homey feeling she was missing since having detaching herself from Ramiel's side.

She sighed deeply and allowed her slim body to lay against the warm stones as she watched the Christian that lived there, probably killed in Nero's desire to kill the Christian's after he had set fire to Rome, and stretched herself out before exhaling the breath she was holding. Now this was what she was missing on Earth really. A chance to lay down and relax in the sun and just soak it up. A contented moan came from the blonde angel as she rolled over and began sunning her back as her hand went through her long hair before she rested her cheek on her free arm.

Americe had chosen this heaven for one reason. Her siblings probably would think it was the last one that she would come too. Americe was famous for the cabin in the woods (the one Ramiel had taken her too when she was recouping from her cocaine addiction), the last hostel before climbing on towards the peak of Mount Everest, or the young girl who had died from cancer's forever white Christmas. Since she had returned to heaven, Americe figured she would need all new hiding places. There was the PETA lover (but there was too many dogs for her liking), the Opera House (Americe still thought it was a good place but she wasn't in the mood to listen to the high soprano practice) and then here in the Roman villa.

Her toes curled as she stretched again and then her back popped as the young angel smiled. It was a perfect day to just enjoy the sun. Her father never did make a bad day really. Closing her eyes, Americe allowed her mind to wander off as she focused on the waves of yellows and reds and oranges as they danced under her closed eyelids.

Yeah, heaven was perfect.


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Sariel
Posted: Oct 25 2011, 12:41 PM


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Slightly giddy with freedom, having successfully answered all of Raguel's questions to the other angel's satisfaction. Sariel didn't much like Raguel. Considering the fact that he had spent the past twenty odd years being poked and prodded and re-educated by the prison master, Sariel certainly had no love lost for Raguel at all. First thing he did was look for a particular heaven. He had loved Rome and all the beautiful ladies in their peplos and sandals. They had certainly shown a lot of leg back then.

Of course, which was when he stumbled over a sibling angel. It had been twenty seven years, or was it twenty eight? Earth time, anyway. Time passed strangely in Heaven. But the years did not erase the memories. He found this sibling favourable, and not really one to be avoided. Perhaps he would find some comfort with her. He was still feeling raw and tender from his time in angel prison. Re-education was a bitch.

"Well, hello, Little Sister," he greeted. It had not been so long that he had forgotten Americe. Twenty seven years was only a drop in the bucket that was his existence, and angels' minds were not like human minds. Much more capable of memory storage, but of course less capable in other ways. Like understanding human emotion. He stretched out his true form, unfurling his wings toward the sun. This was a good slice of heaven. For an angel who couldn't really travel to the past very well, heaven was the only place he could revisit the past.

After shaking the stress of prison free from his wings, he looked down upon Americe's countenance. "May I join you in this contemplative state of being?" He was referring to the peaceful mood of this particular heaven, how it inspired one to sit and lose oneself in daydreams. He felt the need to relax for a moment, enjoy his freedom before he must meet with Raphael and pledge his allegiance to the apocalypse which had somehow gone wrong.

He wasn't exactly a fixer like Uriel, who had unexpectedly expired at some point during the apocalypse that wasn't, but Sariel had his own skill set. Yeah, okay, he wasn't exactly sure what, if anything, he could contribute to the war effort, but he had some skill with his angel sword. He was a lover, not a fighter, but he could still kick ass with the best of them. Outside of that, he didn't know what Raphael wanted to do with him, so he just put that concern aside and resolved to enjoy himself, raising his face toward the sun.


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Americe
Posted: Oct 25 2011, 05:44 PM


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She was oblivious to anyone else in the Roman Christian's heaven with her. Americe was the typical angel who was always off in her own little world and to let her mind wander and think about nothing of important. The young angel thought of frogs on lily pads and how toads could sing in near harmony (at least in her opinion). Memories of watching dancers while living in Hawaii with Balthazar invaded the frog and toad ballad. A faint smile crossed her lips as she remembered watching from a safe distance, still to afraid to be seen in public, and was amazed at what the humans could do with dancing.

His greeting startled her and Americe shot up, her hair falling into her face. Eyes widening in panic, Americe looked over at Sariel. It took her a minute before speaking. Clearly to catch the breath the angel didn't exactly need but still to sedate her panic. “Sariel,” Americe breathed, drawing her legs up to her. Was he meant to watch her? Stalk the once Castiel ally in heaven? Blinking, she brushed her hair back away from her face. “You surprised me.”

It was a weak cover story for if Americe hadn't been in such a deep daydream she might have actually sensed her older brother when first arrived. She really had to stop doing that. Daydreaming. It was clearly one of her weaknesses but Americe couldn't help it. When she had been on Earth and before hell it had been laying on hilltops and watching clouds go by. Her siblings might find it stupid but Americe enjoyed it. Of course a human had to teach her how to do it. Americe's first reply at the whole watching clouds go by had been 'a visible mass of liquid droplets of water suspended in the atmosphere about a planetary body such as Earth. They can not have shapes.' The five year old that had teaching her gave her a weird look and called Americe a freak. From then on Americe learned slowly that clouds that looked like horses and dogs were acceptable. It just took her two months to get there.

Americe had honestly expected him to say something else then if he may join her. Her slender brown eyebrow raised before Americe relaxed her legs and stretched herself back out, though was ready to curl herself in her protect me mode if she needed too. “You may,” She stated before nodded and turning to face the vast field in front of them. “How have you been Sariel? It's been a while.” Closing her eyes, Americe took a deep breath. She'd stay and chat with Sariel, he had always been an interesting sort before hand so Americe didn't feel threatened by him.

“I'm cloud watching,” Americe added to her earlier statement. Reaching out the younger angel pointed out a massive cloud that looked like a boat. “That one is this one of the human's massive boats from the seventeen hundreds.”


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Posted: Oct 29 2011, 11:29 AM


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Sariel was curious. He had heard of this phenomenon, cloud watching, several times during his tenure on earth, but he had never understood the appeal. Of course looking at clouds to judge whether it was to rain was helpful, however, in this particular heaven, precipitation was nowhere near the levels to worry about rain; it would continue to be a sunny day. Sariel remained, as ever, perplexed.

He plopped down beside her, tucking his wings in comfortably around himself. He gazed at the sky, bemused. He looked to that which Americe pointed. He tilted his head, curious. "It looks like a cloud, little sister." He glanced over to Americe, feeling somewhat hollowed out, subdued. "I suppose I have much to learn; I have been in angel prison for the past 28 years. You must have been on the front lines of the battle to not have heard of my transgression and subsequent incarceration." He could barely remember the angel he had been, it was like a half forgotten dream, buried under layers of conditioning. He had done wrong and now he must atone, must continue to atone.

He didn't look at Americe. It felt like confession, though he had nothing left to confess. He missed it; the angel he had been. Now he was just this wreck, crashed and burned. He didn't know what the future would bring anymore. He let out an odd laugh, a small burst of angelsong, before he stifled it.

"And you, little sister? How have the years treated you?" He wasn't blind to Americe, her surprise when he had first announced his presence, the strange twist in her essence, the look in her eye. He was sure to be saddened by what she had to say of her existence for the past 28 years of which he had been ignorant, locked away from all the angelic news.

There was so much he had missed, perhaps Americe would grant unto him some measure of pity and catch him up. Out of all the siblings, Sariel remembered her as the most caring, gentle. He might not feel as shattered after spending some time in her presence.


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Americe
Posted: Oct 29 2011, 01:39 PM


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She would have laughed if not for what he said after his statement about the cloud. Hazel eyes looking over at him, Americe's normal inquisitive eyes were full of sadness. She chewed on her lip as her hand reached out and only like one other time in her life after hell there was no hesitation before she delicately placed her hand on his shoulder. Americe's lips curved to offer a soft smile. “I was on the front lines,” She trailed off not sure just what to tell him. Hell? No he currently seemed a bit too fragile for that news. Angelic prison, she didn't want to find out what happened there though she had heard the stories. “It was damaging.” That should cover it, Americe hoped. Her eyes looked away for a moment before her hand squeezed his shoulder. “I've seen much though and if it's not murder, theft or left a sibling harmed then I do not believe you should have been there.”

Humans had tainted her views on things. Yes, she saw things in the angel ways. Americe still loved all of her siblings. Well, maybe not Virgil. But Raphael Gabriel, Castiel, Sariel, Ramiel and Balthazar (oh how she loved Ramiel and Balthazar the most) she adored them. They were her family even if she was scared of most of them. Her heart belonged to her father and if God told her to jump, Americe would do so. But her life among the humans had turned her to seeing the laws, such as murder, more of a crime then breaking the rules of taking a vessel. Americe still didn't see the crime though in parking in front of a fire hydrant. Silly little humans Americe thought They have other hydrants that spit out water

“My life?” She inquired, fixating on the scars Americe had on her arms. How could she explain what roll she had played then. What could she say to him now? So many stories could come out and she didn't want to lie to him. A finger traced its way down one of the scars she had caused on her arms with the angel knife.“Uriel chose me for a special mission during the breaking of the seals.” Americe stated. “I assisted in that cause and then remained on Earth.” It was a cheap way of saying, your little sister rebelled. Americe figured it worked. “I learned many things from the humans that I sat up here watching before that. My life has been apples and carrots with its ups and downs but I've made it work....mainly because it's mine.”

A smile crossed her lips. “Did you know they have a thing called a corn dog?” She asked him. “It's processed meat on a stick.” The once shy angel scooted closer to Sariel. “For cloud watching you let your mind wander.” Americe added returning to his first statement that nearly made her laugh before his sad statement that made her feel so connected to him. “You don't think. It's all imagination.”

Resting her chin on her knees, Americe looked at another cloud. “The humans taught me to open my mind,” Americe told him. “After the war---they are fascinating creatures still.” Resting her cheek against her knee, Americe looked at Sariel with a loose smile. “Well, save for Lady Gaga or Katy Perry.”


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Posted: Nov 1 2011, 05:55 PM


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Sariel's wings quivered at Americe's gentle touch on his shoulder. He stared at the clouds crossing the sky, still wondering, trying not to make sudden moves. Except it had been so long since he had been graced with a gentle, supportive touch as the one Americe was freely giving to him. There was more to Americe's words than she was saying and he canted his eyes to her curiously, hearing the pain in her voice. He looked at Americe, dolefully, as she voiced her opinion against his incarceration. His heart lifted with gratitude and more than a little relief at her general acceptance.

He wanted to focus on Americe's trivia- the corn dog, cloud watching, but the mentions of the seals breaking made his breath catch in his throat and his insides still with the absorption of the reference. It was so very shocking to him that he had missed the apocalypse. Why hadn't he been released sooner? He would have taken up arms, assisted his siblings on the battlefield, no matter his lust for the daughters of mankind. He would have gladly fought. Would have been proud to live and die by his siblings' side.

"The breaking of the seals? You mean the apocalypse has come? Humanity, what of it?" Americe said she had remained on earth after the breaking of the seals-- surely that meant humanity had survived, in one form or another. Surely, their brothers Lucifer and Michael hadn't their epic final showdown, wherein one brother killed the other. "Are the demons all dead? Is Lucifer, our fallen brother, dead?" It seemed like he had missed so much in the short time he had been imprisoned. His wings trembled, feathers shifting minutely, revealing his agitation.

Had he only known. To console himself, he thought of things that pleased him, that he hoped survived the apocalypse. Generally women. Sexy women. With large boobs. Yes… boobs. Lovely boobs. Shapely lovely boobs. Big jugs, little jugs, he loved them all. Sometimes more than a handful was wasted, other times, they were fun to play with in his hands, with his mouth.

He really hoped women survived the apocalypse.


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Americe
Posted: Nov 2 2011, 06:13 PM


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Panic was setting in when the young angel touched Sariel but she didn't pull away. It took her entire courage to do so but still Americe wasn't going too. She wasn't going to let Uriel steal her comforting her brother from her too. That changed though when Sariel glanced over at her. Had she said something wrong? Maybe stepped over some line by touching him? Americe was severely out of touch with things in heaven so maybe she wasn't suppose to touch him. It wasn't a scarlet letter on him, at least Americe didn't think so. Swallowing, Americe allowed her hand to slid down her brother's arm to take his hand and in silence she gripped it tightly.

Honestly she wished he would have asked about the corn dogs. Americe's grip on Sariel's hand tightened as he asked about the seals. “Sariel,” Americe begged before falling silent. Eyes closing she nodded. “It came and went. It was a dud.” Her mind flashed to her own trials during the Apocalypse and how she had been betrayed. “Humanity saved itself. They have grown from the 'hairless apes' some of our brothers still see them as to spectacular beings.” The younger angel told her brother. She gave a small smile thinking of how it had passed. “Lucifer is in the pit again...as is Michael though.”

The blonde angel took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “The demons....” Americe shook her head unable to say the words that indicated that they were not dead. Her stomach flipped and her free hand rested against her lips trying to keep herself from vomiting. “The demons...” Again she tried to speak and yet again she couldn't get the words out. She was terrified of demons and mentioning them to her brother made her terrified that she would start rocking and the whole house of lies she had created around her while talking with Sariel would come tumbling down. Americe had made herself a promise that her siblings wouldn't know about her past. But she knew there was gossip floating around her really. For a split second Americe looked at Sariel before the angel looked away and examined the stone pillars holding up the building they were in.

“Did you know that the humans have shows where people go around investigating supposed ghost haunting?” Americe stated, taking a second chance at starting a new topic. “They do not do what the hunters do though. They do not believe in ganking.” The hunter terminology slipped right off her tongue like she was faking being her vessel. “There are kinds that attempt to and debunk the spirits even demons.” A weak smile crossed her lips. “Silly humans but still, always curious.”

Americe looked at the building for a moment longer before focusing on her fingers. “Maybe we should go investigate them? In secret of course, we could go invisible and they'd never know. But we couldn't mess with their equipment. It would be wrong,” Americe stated


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Posted: Nov 3 2011, 01:07 PM


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Sariel was relieved that humanity would carry on. He was stunned that it was humans who stopped the apocalypse. He was surprised and saddened that Michael was now trapped in the cage with Lucifer. He shook his head sadly. "How many timeouts does our brother need?" He wondered despairingly of Lucifer, before allowing himself to be helplessly amused at his brother's plight. "Tragic," he managed with a straight face, "simply tragic."

He noted that Americe was uncomfortable with this line of questioning, and were he so disposed with curiosity he may have inquired as to this state of affairs, but as he was not so inclined he managed to summon up some tact. He followed the change in conversation amiably, yet feeling as though it was much like walking the primrose path. Any therapist would inform the world at large, that avoiding the problem would only delay healing. Sariel was of the opinion: to each their own, and he would not wish to cause his sister any undue pain.

He cocked his head, "why would they do such things? Don't they know it's dangerous to poke their nose into a spirit's business?" Both he and Americe knew that the spirit was the product of a human who had died, either violently, or with such strong ties to the earthly plane with family or unfinished business as to not allow the reaper who came for them guide them to the afterlife. He quite agreed with Americe's assessment, humans were sometimes silly creatures indeed.

A field trip sounded nice, he hadn't left Heaven for a very long time. He had not even heard news of earthly matters for nearly as long. "Investigating the ghost investigators," Sariel mused. It sounded interesting. If not possibly dangerous. What if there were hot chicks there? Would he fall off the wagon?

Dismissing his concerns as trivial, he looked at Americe, realizing suddenly that she had her hand wrapped around his. He squeezed gently, feeling a general sense of well being. "Yes, this idea is agreeable to me."


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Posted: Nov 4 2011, 07:37 AM


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There was a small shrug from Americe. “I doubt a trip to the corner will suffice either of them,” Americe was quick to retort. She didn't even realize that she had said it until it had fired out of her mouth. Her tongue would always get her into trouble really and in heaven with the civil war raging she would have to find a way to tame it. This time however she allowed her tongue to continue. “Why are we all unable to get along? Perhaps we should learn from the humans in this instance that we can disagree and still co-exist. If we are superior beings as well then we should be able to do it without the violence that resides on Earth. Bring our paradise here first then on Earth.” There was an awkward silence before Americe felt her cheeks redden. “And my mouth has run away with me again. I apologize.”

She was stonewalling herself for questions about either herself or the demons. Nothing came. It flustered her and Americe was caught off guard. She mentally sputtered as she attempted to find some way to regain her composure. “What? Uh? Huh?” She sputtered still trying to get some type of sense of the humans back. Her angelic smile crossed her lips and she turned that smile (along with it's charm) onto Sariel. “They believe in the truth is out there.” Americe finally answered, her smile still on her lips. “Proving that ghosts exist to the skeptics who claim that they don't. Of course they 'debunk' as well. Like proving that a chair could have fallen off of a table if it wasn't that put on the table completely.” There was silence before the young angel shrugged. “Curiousity killed the cat?” Americe figured with a shrug. “They have the idea that if something doesn't work or breaks you should take it a part and who cares if you have left over parts. Its only if it explodes do you call in the experts.”

With Americe when you agreed to one idea it was like opening the flood gates. The young angel was fast on coming up with new ideas to do mainly because she enjoyed to show off the humans. It was something that she thought would help influence the others in not destroying the humans. Save one life, save a thousand she understood that line of thought now. She would save every human if she could. “Maybe we could get a pizza too. We'd have to visible for that but. And Tequila....everything is fixable with tequila...well liquor. The humans taught me that. They also taught me that pedilyte is fantastic if you are hung over. But they don't drink as much as we do.” Feeling his hand squeeze hers, Americe felt at ease. “If you could do anything Sariel...what would you do?” She inquired. “Bungee jump? Sky dive, with out the use of wings...you'd have to use a parachute like a human?” She knew that they would survive if they hit the ground but still Americe knew that the whole thing would be more liberating if they acted like humans.

“Anything. You're secrets are safe with me,” Americe repeated. She meant it too. That was something she had learned lately with the help of Ramiel and Balthazar, secrets were worth keeping even from siblings.


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Posted: Nov 17 2011, 02:44 AM


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He had forgotten how amusing Americe could be, although… Well, she always had a quick tongue, but he noticed that said tongue seemed to have a harder edge to it, a certain cutting anger that hadn't been present before. He wondered if the years had not been as kind to her as he had thought, seeing how strongly opinionated she was in her choice of word and tone with regards to their siblings.

Of course, her kindness could still be seen when she spoke about humans; it seemed that in comparison to mankind, Americe did not have much love lost for some of her siblings. Well, fact of the matter, neither did he. They were created to be warriors, the soldiers of God. Sariel often felt that Father had granted unto him an emotional capacity more readily accessible than those of his brothers. After their Father commanded them to look upon his human creations and love them, it certainly hadn't taken him long to fall in love. Especially the beautiful women.

"Humans are all wonderful," Sariel agreed, with a rather soppy smile on his face, "perhaps our Father's greatest creation. They may be deeply flawed, but they are also wondrous at the same time; capable of many beautiful things." He paused, as though he were remembering himself. "Of course, we mustn't get too attached. That way lies badness. Of the sort where you do something rash and then end up in angel prison for twenty seven years-- Okay!" Sariel brightened, "let us talk of other things. And do… other things. Like, yes, pizza, and tequila. Both wonderful things that I've always wished to try, but of course, you know that we haven't been permitted to take vessels for thousands of years. Quite exciting times, these days, if we're allowed to walk the earth as one of them. Very exciting times, indeed."

He paused, considering, "but yes, I would have to take possession of a vessel. The last one I possessed died soon after. I could not fix his injuries, they were too severe." He didn't even know if Evan Lee Cane was lying in the fields of heaven, though surely he was; the man had possessed a soldier's soul, a hunter who saved people from demons and monsters who would prey on innocent souls. It was only right that his final reward should be what he had sown in his life; peace everlasting.

Sariel was also sure that there were others of his bloodline he may possess, scattered on the earth. He preferred to possess a male form. Though angels were sexless, he often thought himself as male. He knew that though all angels were referred to as brothers, some preferred to be called sister. Like dear Americe.

It was this predicament that gave him pause. Were he to take possession of a male body, he would feel the deep stirrings of longing for the joining of the carnal flesh with an attractive female. Certainly that he had a taste of it with his beloved Sarah Hamilton… the human woman he had watched off and on ever since he caught sight of her beautiful soul. The only human woman with whom he had carnal relations.

"If you can keep a secret," Sariel lowered his voice, "I must confess that I'm worried. I went to prison, because twenty seven years ago, I took possession of a man near death and saved his wife from being killed by a demon. After killing the demon, I healed the woman of her wounds. I told her that her husband would not survive. She begged me and I gave in. I laid with her. I had the sex with her. It is my greatest shame. Not that I had the sex with her. …I'm ashamed because I… enjoyed it."

He looked away from Americe, not wanting to see revulsion on her face. He had lain with a being so vastly different from them on the evolutionary scale, it was perversion at its greatest, second only to bedding demons which was so great an anathema that it had never been done, to his knowledge. He wasn't so vain as to think his actions the greatest sin ever committed, but it was pretty up there in the history of angelic wrongdoings. Lucifer had been cast out of heaven outright; for not loving humanity more than he loved Father. Sariel had been imprisoned and re-educated for loving humanity too much.

Sariel wasn't sure if he could ever find a balance.



((Sorry for the wait, took me a while to find the Sariel muse, and then finally he started the verbal diarrhea and just wouldn't shut up.))


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Posted: Nov 18 2011, 08:52 AM


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Hearing her brother agree that humans were wonderful made Americe's heart flutter. She adored humans deeply so hearing that her brother thought the same made her 'giddy like a school girl' though Americe wasn't exactly sure how a school girl was suppose giddy since most children didn't seem to like going to school.”Flawed?” She inquired. “They are like children still, Sariel. You can not call a toddler flawed when they are still learning.” Americe was always quick to defend the humans with her whole still learning spiel. “Beautiful yes....very beautiful.” Americe agreed. She looked over at Sariel before waggling her eyebrows at him. Her brow contorted to a look of confusion, like her brother had some kind of secret that she didn't know of, when he mentioned getting attached. She had friends on Earth. Lots of human friends....even a strange little Kelpie that was well her friend. But then he explained with 'angel prison for twenty seven years' and while it only peaked her interest Americe didn't argue or poke at it.

The humans had taught the angel, that while she was always curious Americe shouldn't pry. Prying into people's personal 'bubble' was wrong and rude. Still she was curious, there was nothing wrong with Sariel's interest in humans if that was what sent him to angelic prison and she'd have words on his behalf if that was the reason why. It was...well....it was fucking wrong as the humans put it. Americe wouldn't stand for it either. What was more appalling was that every one of their other siblings didn't seem to have a problem with it! Had things gone that far since her kidnapping downstairs.

He turned the topic to the other things Americe had rambled off and while she was quick to return to the topic, her mind was made up to tackle the other subject at hand. Righting the wrong of putting Sariel in prison. Her brother didn't deserve to be there and Americe was going to demand that he get an apology. “Tequila!” There was a little squeal from the blonde angel and she did a small dance as her head went back with a little laugh. “Fantastic stuff. Just not fantastic if you drink too much.” The angel remembered the hangover she had after her first meeting of Tequila. “Though if you apparently drink Pedilyte it will help. The humans taught me that.” Americe informed him. “Along with crackers if your stomach is urpy.”

She agreed that they weren't allowed to have taken vessels for so long until the war and up til her adventures on Earth, Americe had never dreamed of trying tequila or a chicken dinner with a baked yam. Her head tilted to the side hearing his comments. “We are!” Americe stated. “My vessel-” Americe cut herself off and gave a small shrug. “She is taking care of her own matters but it was an experience brother being able to learn among them. Driving a car...exploring their food, their lives, their hobbies. Did you know they have a game called football yet the ball rarely touches the foot. They run around carrying it everywhere and have some one called a quarterback but for the life of me brother I have never seen a quarter on his back. And they have a full back but in father's design all the humans have full backs. Which confuses me because they have a half back as well.” Americe shrugged and she looked away from him confused by her own football rant. “How can some one have half a back and still be able to run all those yards?”

Falling silent as she tried to push the football rant to the back of her brain, Americe listened to her brother talk about the death of his other vessel. Her heart broke for him, mainly because thanks to Alastair she knew what death felt like and Americe said nothing. Her hand squeezed his gently, secretly admitting that she acknowledged his pain and was there for him if he wanted some one in his corner. The young angel could be a pitbull if some one messed with those she cared about. Ramiel, Balthazar, Castiel, Gabriel and now Sariel.

When he mentioned if she could keep a secret, Americe nodded. She was the angel of secrets really, keeping several of her own. Where Balthazar was from those in Raphael's army, her time in hell, Harvey. So many secrets for one little angel to keep. She chewed on her lip as she listened to his story and then blinked as he explained that he had slept with a human. Americe had wanted to do that once before but backed out due to the desire to let her vessel experience it for herself and not the angel trying it. Still she was curious. Was it like in the movies, all romantic? It would be clearly wrong for her to ask him about it but for Father's sake she was curious!

Sariel's actions made her curious when Americe finally got around to responding. Was he ashamed, Americe wondered. He had saved a human's life! Their father's creation! Americe blinked before leaning towards him and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “You are a hero, Sariel.” She whispered in his ear to get his attention. Let her other siblings be damned, Americe didn't care. Once she had his attention Americe continued. “You saved her life. What you did after that, I see that there is nothing wrong with it.”

Perhaps she should explain herself. Americe was different then their siblings so it would make sense really. “But what do I know,” Americe rambled pulling away from Sariel and drawing herself into her own shell. Hazel eyes glancing at Sariel, Americe figured if he trusted her with his story then she should trust him. It seemed only fair and it would defuse the rumors about the Castiel supporter in heaven. “A secret for a secret, Sariel?” She began, not realizing that her body was starting to rock as she debated on telling him the story. “I was kidnapped by demons and tortured in hell during the war.” He didn't need to know of Uriel's betrayal though Americe wanted to tell him so badly of how she had been betrayed. It would explain the reason why she didn't care about what he did. “After I escaped from hell, I buried myself in the humans until our siblings found me....on accident.”

Glancing at Sariel, Americe swallowed before chewing on her lip waiting for either the rebuke or another action.

((Its cool. I figured he's off looking at the ladies! wink.gif Sorry the post got long! ))


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Posted: Dec 30 2011, 11:52 PM


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Sariel shivered at the absolution he could hear in Americe's voice. That she could see no wrong in his actions both relieved and worried him. "Nothing wrong with it?" He allowed himself an expression of a hoarse laugh to convey his incredulity. The warden and re-educators had trained him well and he would not soon forget his reconditioning. "As angels," he protested, "it is our nature to be above this sort of dalliances with Father's creations. There are some factions who certainly believe that humans are to us as monkeys are to humans." Secretly, deep down in a private place, he had never seen such a distinction between the daughters of Man and angels. God created them all out of love, or so the dogma went, and even now he still couldn't reconcile such of his thoughts with his re-education.

Father, but this was so messed up. Their lives. The things that had been forced upon them, the things that he and Americe had been forced to endure. They defied logic, offended sensibility. Sariel listened to Americe as she explained what happened to her. He twitched, a whole body flinch, when he heard Americe explain that she had been tortured in hell during the war. He surmised this had happened after he had went to prison, but his understanding of the way time moved in hell was very similar to the way time moved in heaven, and years on earth was centuries in hell, and in Heaven, time often had no meaning. Angels could withstand torture, take a hit; they had been built for it; they were warriors, but there was only so long that an angel could survive in hell knowing there was to be no rescue, only so long to survive, physically and mentally unscathed.

He saw that dear Americe was hesitant, as though she was expecting an unfavourable reaction from him. He sought to assuage her trepidation, needing to wipe away the dubious expression on her face. "Do not doubt me, Americe," he spoke, feeling a slight pang of hurt that she would believe him to cast away his care for her because of circumstances beyond her control. She hadn't asked to be kidnapped by demons and tortured in hell. No one did, but angels especially. Particularly angels like Americe. It wasn't as though she was any less a warrior than Gabriel or Michael or himself, it was simply that she engendered protective instincts in those of her siblings, and as a result, it was within Sariel to understand Americe's actions after hell, her decision to recover her equilibrium among the humans. Sariel liked the humans as well, could see no wrong in taking a vessel and hiding amongst them for a while, even with the restrictions of taking a vessel over the past two thousand years.

"Do not doubt me," he said again, hating himself for his hypocrisy. How could he castigate himself for his actions and not do the same to Americe? It was just different somehow when it came to his little sister. "We are siblings, and Father is nothing if not forgiving. We should follow in his example. If you needed to find solace amongst humans… I see no fault in this. It was… necessary." He didn't say what was common knowledge: that angels had little to offer in the way of emotional support, because they could barely understand emotions in and of themselves. He had never stopped watching the humans grow and develop and become, so from his observations, and limited understanding of human emotions (both in feeling it and expressing it), he knew humans had something to offer to those who were damaged. And despite popular opinion, both of human and angels, angels were not impervious to harm at the creative hands of demons and their skill at torture.

Americe had discovered that which was perhaps their greatest shame of all; need. Sariel believed all his siblings had it, a deep-seated need for love, for emotions, to be warriors no longer, but scholars, and free spirits. It was just that so many of them denied this, saw it as a flaw, one they could not understand. Father, he barely understood it himself.

After having offered Americe his reassurances, he wanted to move away from such dire topics and converse upon lighter ones. Such as the current lifting of the ban on taking vessels. "I should very much like to procure a vessel for myself, if we're to visit earth and do human things." He already had a vessel in mind; had followed the family for much of their lives. Though he had not seen them in nearly thirty years, he knew that a few of them were still alive, and perhaps suitable for the filling as vessels.


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Fearing she had said something wrong, Americe remained silent for a long time. It was a protection method she was trying adopt in heaven. On Earth she blundered right into things, always forcing her way through with her opinionated views. Heaven though was different. In heaven Americe saw herself more as a guest then back at home. She wasn't a member of Raphael's army. She didn't see herself as a member of Castiel's army either Americe saw herself as an outsider. “I didn't mean.” She began. “What I meant...” Americe swallowed, unable to change her original persona. Fighting herself was harder then fighting the war. “They are not monkeys. They are young children still growing and learning. Perhaps those who told you that should walk among them more instead of flinging shit at them.”

The human swear word was probably rare to hear in heaven but Americe didn't care. She was willing to share her view with Sariel. It was a fact that she loved humans. Americe had bowed down among the first group of angels to the humans and it had been among the humans that she had been embraced with their language and care for her even when she wanted to be alone. But then Sariel said the words Americe never expected to hear. She expected him to say she had been careless. Foolish even. Her siblings could be harsh, as could she clearly, and Americe had expected a blunt retort that it had been her fault. Years had really told her that she should protect herself from the hard blows that her siblings could give but lately, with Ramiel, Castiel, Balthazar, and now with Sariel, Americe was finding herself protected.

Do not doubt me, Americe

At first she didn't believe him. It was like she had barely heard him and he had fallen silent as well. So maybe he was choosing the way to word that she was wrong? Americe chewed her lip cautiously and looked at Sariel waiting for him to finish. Maybe having Ramiel bring her back here was a bad idea. Leaving Ramiel's side was even worse. She should have stayed with Balthazar. Being there was wrong. She didn't belong! Sariel was going to tell her that! He was going to shun her, tell her to leave! Americe looked away just as he begun again.

Blonde hair falling over her shoulder, Americe looked at him slowly when he mentioned their father. Her eyes sought his for any belief in anything different but Americe didn't believe that she saw any. Her lips pulled in a small smile before the young angel leaned forward and a kiss was pressed against Sariel's cheek. “You are the best of us, Sariel.” Americe informed him after a moment. “Thank you.” She did believe with his start and stopping that it had been hard to say but Americe understood the courage it took to say that as well. One did not leave that prison unscathed. Her love for Sariel though was true and growing. Not many of the siblings could get through her tough shell this quickly and learn her story. But with Sariel she was linked. Their connection clearly falling along the same lines. She wouldn't voice it to him but Americe would be there for him no matter what Sariel needed.

He changed the topic back to vessels and Americe breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes,” Americe agreed. “We have to take care of that situation first. We can't have you experiencing anything without one.” Americe brushed her hair out of her face before looking out again. “Have you found one that suits you?” There was a pause and she decided to offer it just in case. Americe had never actually helped another angel obtain a vessel, nor did she believe that they would listen to her if Sariel accepted her help, but she would offer it anyways. “I will help you in any way I can with that cause, brother. If you desire it.”

(Sorry it took a while, Americe went all pmsy on me for some reason.)


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Posted: Feb 15 2012, 11:10 PM


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Sariel blushed, heat flaring out from his face. Unlike many of the angels in their true form, he only had one. "I don't know about that," he demurred, suddenly shy, referring to Americe's assertion of his quality of being. He didn't feel the best at anything, but he would not insult Americe by arguing her point to the contrary.

"The last I had known of my vessels, many of them had settled in the city of Boston of the state Massachusetts." He looked up to Americe. "I've not seen them in some time," since before his incarceration, "and humans alone are so very fragile creatures. I do hope at least some of them are still alive and not fallen prey to their various vices," he fretted. "Many of them had certain… proclivities that didn't lend itself toward longevity of life." It wasn't as though he disapproved, though he spoke the party line, he just had a certain fondness for his vessels and had followed their lives through generations. As such, he rather have them alive and not fallen prey to the turmoils of gambling, alcohol or drugs. Somehow, his line had a propensity toward such vice-ridden living. He had absolutely no idea why. (Wink, wink, nudge, nudge).

He stood, then. Stretched out his wings. He looked back at Americe and gallantly stretched out his hand to offer her assistance in standing. "So let us be off to Boston, Massachusetts. I do hope that things have not changed overly much in thirty human years." Something that could be called amusement shone in his eyes, but that couldn't be. Angels did not do emotions. Nevertheless, Sariel had a bit of a head start when it came to emotions, and the feeling of them, and expressing thereof.

Descending from Heaven was not a new sensation, but it felt new as he hadn't been out in twenty seven years. He still knew all the protocols, of course. Kept his grace tightly shielded from human eyes, kept his voice silenced from human ears. Kept his form insubstantial, so planes and birds and buildings passed through him, or he through them, harmlessly. Landing hard on the ground, he fluttered his wings to stabilize himself. He looked around, waiting for Americe to arrive.

He had no idea how he should approach his modern vessel. Two thousand years ago, they had been practically salivating to serve as a vessel. Now, they had so little belief that such occurrences were real. Of course, his information with regards to humans was thirty years out of date. Perhaps things had changed in the intervening time whilst he had been languishing in prison. Perhaps it would be easy for him to take over a vessel.


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Americe looked at Sariel and gave him a smile. “I know,” she informed him with a wink. The young angel gave a shrug. “I'll believe in it enough for the both of us.” She summarized for him. It wasn't every sibling that had gotten the right to touch her instantly upon meeting. She felt connected to Sariel and while perhaps living among the humans had caused her to see things differently. This conversation though was probably something Ramiel would want her to avoid. She shouldn't be sticking her head out with an opinion this vibrant but she went her own way. She spoke her own story and felt that maybe Sariel wouldn't turn her in. He was a kindred spirit.

Her full attention went to Sariel when he started to speak about his vessel and their line. Americe smiled before she realized that she was offering to go back to Earth. IF she was on Earth would they be able to sense her? No, Americe would be wandering invisible. No one would ever know she was there. Ramiel would never know she had left with Sariel. And to wander on Earth again. Americe's heart would have skipped beats. “Now a days tragically the humans do things to put an end to those interesting actions. And some aren't that bad.” Americe stated thinking about how good it would be to have a shot of tequila again but in order to actually enjoy it she would need her vessel and Ramiel hadn't told her it was safe to return yet.

Back to Boston. Americe liked that idea. It was just being on Earth that also made her happy. Americe stood slowly and after her brother flew off, Americe swallowed before looking at her shaking hands. She was going back to Earth. Ramiel wouldn't know but if he found out would he be upset? Sariel wouldn't let her fall into some demon's hand. Americe closed her eyes and the promise floated back to her head. Well Ramiel wouldn't yell too much at her. Besides, having a vessel would make Sariel happy. She wanted Sariel to be happy...he needed to be happy. If she could do that to him then Americe wanted to do it. So stretching out her wings, Americe flew off to Boston.

Landing on the pavement, the first things that hit her were the smells. She enjoyed the smells. The overflowing garbage bins. Americe was thankful she didn't land on them as she had done that before. Hazel eyes scanning the area, Americe wanted to be able to steal the roses that were across from them but couldn't do it. She couldn't touch them. “I'd ask if you could buy a lady a rose...” Americe called to Sariel a smile crossed her lips as she joined him at his side. “Or get me a chicken sandwich....buuuutttt...” Americe reached out and her hand went through a table. “I'll go for a stroll with you though!”

“So wanna tell me more about your vessel's line?” Americe asked, remembering how much she had enjoyed listening to him. “My vessel Teyah Malone is from here as well. I think she has family here still too. Her father was a Rabbi actually...but she wanted to be a journalist.” The young angel chuckled. “I don't understand why one would want to report such stories to the world as what she had favored in.”


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