Are we human, or are we dancer

My name is Aliya Elizabeth Anderson. I'm 22 years old, and a senior at Juilliard. I dance, and I write. {{Indy OC RP|| mun and muse 18+ but no smut|| will RP with anybody}} {{FC: Mary Kate Wiles}}

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Aliya sighed. “Okay. Because as much as I would love to be a mom, dancing an motherhood aren’t always compatible.” She smiled slightly, motioning to the floor in front of her. “Take a seat, let’s be comfy while you deliver said message from said brother.”

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“I imagine it would be difficult.” He sat where she indicated, looking over at her. “Your gaurdian Angel is Jophiel, the Archangel of Beauty and Creativity. First off, he wanted me to tell you that your talents are God-given, and he is proud of you for coming this far.”

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“That’s…reassuring,” Aliya accepted slowly, still in shock.”Is that why he’s my guardian angel? Because of my talents?”

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“Yes. Depending on our titles we are sometimes assigned to different people who comply to them. As I am the Archangel of Death, I have never been a guardian Angel. Jophiel looks over you and protects you, and occasionally gives you a push in the right direction if you are in need of one.”

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"Okay. It makes sense. Well, as much as this whole thing makes sense. Which it doesn't. Because I am so freaked out. But anyways," Aliya paused, taking a deep breath, "what sort of message does... Jophiel... have for me?"

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Aliya sighed. “Okay. Because as much as I would love to be a mom, dancing an motherhood aren’t always compatible.” She smiled slightly, motioning to the floor in front of her. “Take a seat, let’s be comfy while you deliver said message from said brother.”

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“I imagine it would be difficult.” He sat where she indicated, looking over at her. “Your gaurdian Angel is Jophiel, the Archangel of Beauty and Creativity. First off, he wanted me to tell you that your talents are God-given, and he is proud of you for coming this far.”

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"That's...reassuring," Aliya accepted slowly, still in shock."Is that why he's my guardian angel? Because of my talents?"

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“Fucking hell, I have a guardian angel? And all my life I thought you were just someone’s imagination.” She sank down to sit on the floor. “So, what sort of message am I getting? If it’s a virgin mary type thing, I don’t want to know.”

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“No, that is Gabriel’s gig, not mine. I typically do not act as a messenger, but I promised my brother I would help him out here. It is about using your gifts for a greater purpose.”

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Aliya sighed. "Okay. Because as much as I would love to be a mom, dancing an motherhood aren't always compatible." She smiled slightly, motioning to the floor in front of her. "Take a seat, let's be comfy while you deliver said message from said brother."

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 “What do you know about Angels?”

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Aliya rose an eyebrow. “Angels don’t exist. They’re a figment of someone’s imagination.”

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“I beg to differ.” A golden glow seemed to gather around him as the shadows of his wings unfolded against the wall, easily spanning the large room when only partially unfurled. A second later they disappeared. “Now can we talk?”

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Aliya stepped back in shock. “Okay… so angels apparently exist, or I’ve just been part of the most elaborate hoax. Dear me.” She rubbed a hand over her face before looking at the Angel. “What do we need to talk about?”

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“This is real, trust me. I would notice if I did not exist.” He glanced over at her. “I am not your guardian Angel, but I am delivering a message for him, because he could not make it.”

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"Fucking hell, I have a guardian angel? And all my life I thought you were just someone's imagination." She sank down to sit on the floor. "So, what sort of message am I getting? If it's a virgin mary type thing, I don't want to know."

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 “What do you know about Angels?”

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Aliya rose an eyebrow. “Angels don’t exist. They’re a figment of someone’s imagination.”

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“I beg to differ.” A golden glow seemed to gather around him as the shadows of his wings unfolded against the wall, easily spanning the large room when only partially unfurled. A second later they disappeared. “Now can we talk?”

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Aliya stepped back in shock. "Okay... so angels apparently exist, or I've just been part of the most elaborate hoax. Dear me." She rubbed a hand over her face before looking at the Angel. "What do we need to talk about?"

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Aliya finished her pirouette, before turning to the newcomer. “Hi there. Something I can help you with?”

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“Yes, would you mind if I speak with you for a moment?” He offered her a slight smile.

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“Of course not. What is it?” She smiled back, tentatively.

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“What do you know about Angels?”

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Aliya rose an eyebrow. "Angels don't exist. They're a figment of someone's imagination."

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“I’m not even going to try to understand that statement.” She grinned. “Do you dance?”

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“That’s probably best.” Indy smiled, nodding her agreement. “Yup! Ballet, modern… I’m alright at hip-hop, but I’m terrible at jazz. Ballroom is my favorite though! You?”

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"I'm mostly a ballerina, but I do really well in all areas. My favourite is Arial, silks and things."

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“Aliya. Pleasure to meet you.” She smiled back. “Tap is good, but it’s hard to go back to. I think, for you, I’d suggest hip-hop or ballet.”

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He laughed and leaned on the counter. “Both of those options open up a whole banquet of jokes. I don’t even know where to begin. Hip-hop?” he made a few uncoordinated moves with his shoulders. “Maybe. Can I learn that lovely new dance all the kids are doing..what it called? Gangman style?”

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"You can learn Gangham style, but it's not really used much. But hip-hop would be great for more 'modern' dancing." She laughed herself, shaking her head. "And fewer jokes."

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Aliya finished her pirouette, before turning to the newcomer. “Hi there. Something I can help you with?”

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“Yes, would you mind if I speak with you for a moment?” He offered her a slight smile.

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"Of course not. What is it?" She smiled back, tentatively.

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“What can I help you with, sir?”

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“Hello there, miss. I believe I’ve gotten a little lost. Where am I?”

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“Westmond Dance Studio. New York City. I’m Aliya.”

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He laughed. “No…I do believe I’ve wandered into the wrong building,” Eames turned to go but stopped. “Well, since I’m here- what sort of dancing do you teach?”

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“Everything. We even have silks classes. Our most common classes are ballet, hip-hop, jazz, and fitness.” She reached under the desk, pulling out a pamphlet, “This has all the information, if you like.”

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Eames chuckled as he took the brochure. “My mother made me take tap when I was a child. I still remember some of it but…I don’t think I’m meant to relive those days.”

He looks up at her and smiles, “I’m Eames by the way.”

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"Aliya. Pleasure to meet you." She smiled back. "Tap is good, but it's hard to go back to. I think, for you, I'd suggest hip-hop or ballet."

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“What can I help you with, sir?”

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“Hello there, miss. I believe I’ve gotten a little lost. Where am I?”

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“Westmond Dance Studio. New York City. I’m Aliya.”

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He laughed. “No…I do believe I’ve wandered into the wrong building,” Eames turned to go but stopped. “Well, since I’m here- what sort of dancing do you teach?”

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"Everything. We even have silks classes. Our most common classes are ballet, hip-hop, jazz, and fitness." She reached under the desk, pulling out a pamphlet, "This has all the information, if you like."

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“Probably all the cars. And grease. And no dance space.”

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“Wow. Well then. Don’t I feel stupid…”

“I mean, I was supposed to be auditioning for dancing with the stars, but… oh well. What is done is done.”

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"Well, I think you would have been a fierce contender."

"I'm Aliya, by the way."

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“Well, we have an beginners ballet class on Monday and Wednesday evenings, intermediate Tuesdays and Thursdays, and advanced on Fridays. All classes are at seven p.m. and run for two hours.” Aliya explained, heading to the front desk for some flyers.

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Ariadne nodded, looking over the brochure with a careful eye. “That sounds great, although I don’t honestly know where I’d be more appropriate. It’s been awhile.” A lot longer than she would like to admit. Dance had been an important part of her childhood, but at University there just hadn’t been time.

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"You can always start at the beginners' level, and move up when you feel comfortable." She smiled, "A lot of adults do that. Dance usually comes back to a person, if they were involved as a child and stopped for a while."

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“I have this feeling that I’m somewhere I shouldn’t be. This isn’t an audition studio.”

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“… Really? How could you tell?”

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"Probably all the cars. And grease. And no dance space."

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"What can I do you for?" Aliya asked, looking up from her stretch.

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Aliya bounced up, walking to the front of the studio. "What can I help you with?"

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“Yes, Signorina? What do you need?”

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"I have this feeling that I'm somewhere I shouldn't be. This isn't an audition studio."