A link to the soul [Open]

[Angel 'Siren' Alurose]

She plopped down on the counter, a price gun in her hand and a quite tired looking young woman standing next to her, with a fake arrow stuck on her head and tears rolling down her face. See... what happened was, I told Shaundi ' If we're going to go to Vegas Night, then I want to be the mobster.. and you have to be MY squeeze. But of course, with her A Personality, we got into such a huge connundrum and.. oh did you say something babe? Angel just shook her head with a smile and allowed her partner to keep up with her incessantly stupid story. Such were the troubles with working with people she didn't like.. she had to put on a smile and listen to every word out of their mouths.. and yet none of them had the decency to ask how she was doing.

Glancing down at her watch, she realized it was time to open up. Meaning it was time to stop listening to Alyna. She blew the girl a kiss and stalked out of the isles, one hand extended, the other folded across her chess and her feet waltzing her towards the front doors. She crescendo'd next to the shutters, knocking on the steel cage and smiling. Be right with you.! Had to tidy up first. She unlocked the security system, opening the gates and allowing a few customers into the fray. The first few minutes of the morning rush weren't that bad actually.. a few coffee nuts, a few people picking up CDs.. nothing major. Until of course a few ruffians came in.. looking to stir up anything but coffee. Alyna was content with letting them get things out of their systems and then going on with their lives... Angel wasn't going to let them ruin her day, she would've let them slide... until they began barking orders at her. Orders she refused to comply with.


The next thing she knew, she was thrown outside the shop and pressed against some car. Demons... aggressive ones. Immensely aggressive ones. She wasn't allowed to wear her silver in the shop.. and the pills had dulled her senses to potato. Please.. I'm sorry.. we don't have to do this. We don't have to.. You don't have to.. Burning tears rolled down her cheeks as curled fists collided with her stomach. This is where she was going to die? Outside her job with no one coming to save her? It seemed like a downer ending if ever she had read one.

[Moriel Sarid]

Moriel liked to walk in the mornings, when the weather was favorable enough. Sure, he could fly anywhere, but it as nice to stretch his legs, too, and to look at things from everyone else's perspective. The air was crisp and the leaves were just showing a hint of blush. He loved this time of year. It was early yet, barely six in the morning. The sun wasn't quite up yet, and neither were most of the people of Carford. His rubber-soled footsteps echoed amicably down the avenues.

Sounds of struggle interrupted his morning's calm. He had been planning on heading to the plaza, waiting for the market to open, but instead continued down to Main Street, frowning. As Mori rounded the corner, he saw a woman cornered by a large group of demons. He recognized her as one of the few humans in this town. The crueler demons liked to go for them - they were easy targets.

His wings were already out and ready. With a few flaps, he lifted a foot off the ground and then landed just behind two of them. Each of them was greeted with a strong hand on their shoulder, grip bruising. "Excuse me, but I believe you're disturbing the lady," he said, voice perfectly calm on the surface. The undertone, however, carried a dangerous note. With one movement of his arms, he shoved the two of them to the side, sending them stumbling. He turned and stood just in front of the woman, protective. An unnatural wind whipped up around them. Stray leaves swirled and bits of litter scattered. He wouldn't attack if he didn't have to. This was merely a warning.

"Attacking humans is a cowardice. Though I suppose I should expect no more from creatures like yourselves. If you want a fight, you will fight me. I will have to hurt you, and it will put me in a really foul mood."

[Angel 'Siren' Alurose]

She fell down onto her knees, one hand patting on the ground for a respite while the other was strewn gingerly across her tenderized stomach. What was her response to this supposed to be.. submission? Quietly accept being eaten by a bunch demons with morals as well defined as their wits? Or pray for some third option to appear out of the... Oh this was a pleasant surprise. Over the drumming sound of her heart in her ears, she could barely make out the voice that had come to help her out. He was tall... and he was an angel? She should probably look into this prayer thing... if she could just summon chivalrous gentlemen with a thought then she'd switch religions.

The demon's wanted nothing to do with Angel's guardian... angel. With a series of muttered insults and collective groans, the two made their way away from the scene. Angel rose from her curled up position and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her company shirt. I... I don't know how to.. accurately express how thankful I am for your intervention. The tragic part of her abuse was that she was in plain view of every person inside the store. They could all see her through those large glass windows and they were content with letting their human servant die at the hands of her 'betters'.

She wasn't one to muse on her own shortcomings as a person, if they'd enjoy seeing her corpse on their way out, then she wouldn't chastise them for it. She would focus however on... I'm sorry... My name is Angel... I'm.. in your debt. I.. if you're not too busy, I can offer you a coffee and some.. not so well put together biscuits from the store? Despite what anyone was going to tell her, after she fed this man, she was going home for the day. She had no business staying where it was apparent she wasn't wanted.

[Moriel Sarid]

His eyes never left the demons until they were well out of sight, down the street. He had memorized their faces and hoped to never see them again. Finally, Moriel turned back to the woman and his fierce expression softened. "You don't need to thank me. That never should have happened to you in the first place." He placed a hand on her shoulder, giving her a concerned once-over. "Are you alright? I can take you to the hospital if you're in pain."

As the human glanced toward the coffee shop, Moriel looked as well, and saw the workers inside, going about their business as if nothing had happened. A few were glancing up at him, but they didn't seem to care for the girl at all. A muscle in his jaw twitched. "Cowards," he muttered. He turned back toward the woman - Angel - and shook his head. "Thank you, Angel, but I should hate for you to be around those beasts any longer. Please, let me take you somewhere safe. It would make me feel better."

With that, the angel offered her his hand and a soft, placid smile. "My name is Moriel. I'm the lighthouse keeper." Most people in town had heard of him. He was rather a permanent fixture in the town, as much as the lighthouse itself. But his tendencies toward introversion meant that few had actually met him.