Impure...

"All I'm really looking for is some peace of mind... I don't understand the chaos others seem to adore... Maybe I've just had too much... 'adventure' in my life..." {{OC Roleplay blog affiliated with Mafordan}}

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Collision ~ {Mari and Feofan}

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♡~}             Slowly but surely, Mari began to notice the other breathing properly and calming himself down. Good, this was progress, and she was glad she could help him in some way. She waited patiently for the young male to gain his bearings, and as soon as he piped up again she shone her trademark warm smile to him, as a method of hopefully putting his mind at ease too.

        “Yes, Don’t you worry about me! People need more than a bump to get through me, I’m tough as nails~! But hmm, a kitchen… Let’s see…” Looking around herself she figured there was one. She knew she toddled past something that looked like one at some point. She shouldn’t have been quoted on it, but these people, whoever took them here… Surely they weren’t going to lock the doors and go through all this fancy effort just to see them starve to death. Nodding to herslef Mari thought that as a decent conclusion. “We’ll find one for sure…!”

But then she paused, listening to the other once more. Oh, he was feeling the strain of being locked in an unfamilar place already. That was awful. She couldn’t help but feel so sorry for the young boy.. Feofan he said his name was no less than shortly after that. She’d have to remember it, it sounded quite foreign, but nice too. It had a cute ring to it. Introducing herself briefly she smiled.

        “Mari… It’s a pleasure to meet you…!” Though then she frowned to herself, backpedalling through the conversation herself. She figured before she brought up anything the other said about having a slip up, she’d introduce herself, as to not disregard his question. Pacing forward a little, she tilted her head towards Feofan, moving round to check the back of him for any obvious injuries. After all she’d only seen him from a front glance…

        “A slip up? Oh god, what happened—”

And then she froze.

She saw the blood red that stained the male’s back in it’s entirety. Who the hell would have attacked such a sweet soul!? Holding the other as still as she could she leaned down to scan the blood. Was it fresh? Or had it been since he woke up?

All those thoughts soon left Mari however at the sudden smell.

The smell… Oh no… This blood… Feofan was an angel, of course, she should have gathered by the wings! The smell made Mari weaken at the knees if but slightly, oh this was not the time to be in this mood! Letting out a disgruntled sigh, Mari kept her gaze on the wound.

         "We need…. To get this cleaned up….! Right now…–!“ Talk about a sense of desperation.

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Finally, a semblance of calm settled over Feofan, keeping his breathing at a normal pace. Mirroring her gentle smile, he bowed his head slightly, offering thanks for her help in the silent gesture.

"O...Okay. I'm still really, really sorry though I should have been paying more attention to what I was doing, like really it's not fair and it was kind of stupid that I-" Realising he hadn't yet taken a breath through the entire sentence, the angel exhaled, before composing himself once more. "Basically, I'm just sorry, but I'm glad you're not harmed!" Nodding to himself he finally fell quiet, wondering about the kitchen himself. If they were locked in here, it was highly likely that there would be somewhere they could get food and water. After all, what was the point of keeping prisoners only to let them die...

Shuddering a little at the thought, Feofan turned his attention to her words once more.

"Yes! There has to be a kitchen... We can go look I'm guessing...?" 

Realising that his desire to look get a drink was interrupting their introduction, he remained quiet for a few minutes. Mari. Her name was Mari. He hadn't heard the name before, but he did quietly agree that it was a lovely name. "It's a pleasure to meet you too Mari-"

All too quickly, he cut himself off. Before he knew it she was pacing around him, glancing at his back. Worry seemed to suddenly plague her speech... that meant she'd seen the blood--! Panicking, Feofan whirled on his heels, trying to desperately disguise the fact that he was injured, even with that being a fruitless effort given that she'd already seen it. Both embarrassed, and scared, he placed his head in his hands, breathing rapidly becoming erratic once more. His chest hurt too. Even his back began to flare up in pain once more, despite that it had dulled, presumably by him being involved in a conversation. 

Refusing to look up and meet her gaze, he only heard her disgruntled sigh. Body locking up for a moment, he stifled a little sob, wondering if he was bothering her already. Why did he even think he could make a friend? Keeping his sights on the floor, he remained quiet as she spoke. She wanted to get the blood cleaned up? Whilst the words in themselves seemed to show her wanting to be helpful, there was something in her tone that set him on edge. Desperation? Was it desperation..?

Maybe she didn't like blood, or maybe there was something more going on here. Maybe she just... wanted to get him out of her hair. Maybe seeing that he was injured made him an automatic liability that she didn't want to associate with. There wasn’t much else his worried mind could determine from all this...

Moving his hands from his face, Feofan clutched at his chest, trying to dispel the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. Deciding he needed to reply to her, his voice became uncharacteristically bland. That was it... perhaps he just needed to be quiet...

"Yes... I should get it cleaned up. I'm so sorry."

Taking a few steps backwards, he began to make as though he was leaving, keeping his head bowed the entire time. 

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Workplace Orientation Package

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Sabriel frowned when he began to talk. A puzzled frown, her brow furrowing as she began to realize something. She’d known at once that she wasn’t in the Auditing Consortium - the place she was existed in three-dimensional space, and time was rigid and linear, for a start. But as she looked at him, as she heard words spoken to her, she began to come to a terrible realization. 

Wherever she was, it was not being audited. She could sense every movement of every quark and electron, the way the particles of air moved when the man in front of her exhaled and inhaled, the way that gravity anchored the pair of them to the floor, the way the strong and weak subatomic forces interacted with the particles that made up their bodies. 

And none of the proper paperwork was being filed. That meant, firstly, that wherever she was, she was somehow outside the jurisdiction of the Auditing Consortium, and secondly, something else was ensuring that the physical laws were maintained in this reality. 

Her expression quickly went from one of worry to a cheerful grin as she saw the bright side of this situation. She could finally get Work Experience! Surely, a stint at a different Consortium would make her resume seem significantly more impressive, and she was sure that if she worked for a few countably infinite periods of time she’d get at least a letter of recommendation. 

However, the other person’s words were causing her slight concern. “So… you’re not an employee? I’m sorry, but, er, are you sure this isn’t some sort of Consortium? Only, they must have their own paperwork system here, because I’m drawing a blank. Even on the basics, like, I don’t think anyone’s even filled out a basic Objective Reality Confirmation form here, in, erm, ever. But hey, hard at work or hardly working, right?” She laughed nervously, before frowning. 

“I’m afraid my office isn’t around here. I work at the Auditing Consortium, and, as I’m sure you know, this is a three-dimensional plane of reality with linear time and fixed physics, so, that’s right out, don’t you know it.” She frowned. He didn’t know what a warp portal was? He definitely wasn’t an employee. “Right, I’m sorry, but you don’t seem to have any paperwork filed and it’s really putting me on edge.” 

Sabriel reached into her pocket and somehow pulled out a large stack of A4 sheets and a pen, handing them over to the angel as she finished filling out and pocketed her own form. “Here’s a basic Existence Confirmation Form, a Free Will Liability Form, and a few other elementary bits of paperwork, if you could fill those all in for me that would be brilliant. Don’t write anywhere not indicated, and printed letters are ideal.” 

She frowned. “Oh, I’m sorry. I should probably introduce myself.” Sabriel reached into her pocket and pulled out a business card. It was a strange business card; it didn’t have words on it, not really, simply beautiful and impossible fractal shapes and perfect curves that imprinted an idea into the mind. Sabriel, Junior Auditor, Department of Cause and Effect Enforcement, Employee #227,816,318,723,623,612,873,680, Auditing Consortium.

Still holding out the paperwork with her other hand, the office worker smiled. “Nice to meet ya!”  

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Tilting his head curiously as her expression shifted, Feofan still stood there with a somewhat worried expression. What had made her cheerful all of a sudden?! Being trapped in a strange place hardly seemed like his idea of fun..

"No... I'm not an employee... Not of anyone here." He shook his head, letting out a small sigh. "I'm pretty sure it's not a Consortium... if anything it feels a bit more like a... prison from what I've seen." Falling quiet as she began to speak once more, he let a small frown cross his face. "I do kind of doubt that people have heard of that form...!" Feofan let out a nervous chuckle, nodding in agreement to her statement about work.

"Oh my... I think is is?" Confusion was clear to hear in his words, a lot of what she was saying was somewhat beyond him.

Yelping as the large pile of paper was handed to him, Feofan stumbled in his step just trying to hold it all. How... how did she pull all of that out of her pocket?! Confusion clearly painting his features he took the pen, balancing the paperwork against his leg as she spoke. He'd never heard of any of the forms she was speaking of, and quite frankly they seemed rather bizarre. I mean, an Existence Confirmation Form?! He was pretty sure that he existed... right?

Still blinking confusedly, the angel looked at Sabriel with a frown.

"Um... I can't really say I've actually heard of half of these... like... why do I have to confirm that I... exists?! So I... might need help with them?" Looking to the side, somewhat ashamed in himself he let out a little sigh. This really wasn't what he was expecting when he went out searching these corridors again... But even with the volume of paperwork, he decided that he wouldn't let this person down. If it needed to be done, it needed to be done he guessed... and it'd be too much of a fuss to object when she already said not having it done put her on edge...

At least he had some experience filling in forms...

Shaking his head he turned his attention to the business card she presented. Immediately he had to blink a few times to clear his vision. It was so incredibly odd... just shapes... patterns. Maybe he really should have had his glasses on... But just as he was going to tell her that he couldn't read it, something strange happened.

He just... somehow knew what it said.

Her name, or what he presumed was her name. Her department, employee number... all of it just floated to mind. Perplexed he narrowed his eyes, looking a little closer at the card. It... really was beautiful... and he was sure that's what gave him the information.

Shuffling the paperwork a little so he could extend a hand out to her, he returned the smile. "It's... nice to meet you too, Sabriel! That's your name right...?" It was what the business card had said, or he thought it did, after all. "And I'm Feofan. I don't really have any title to go with that at the moment... I mean I'm employed! Sort of. It's complicated..." Grimacing a little he quickly shut himself up, mentally reprimanding himself for not being able to be quiet.

"So... what exactly do you do then Sabriel...? I mean I've never heard of your department... or that many employees in one business..."

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Bad Circumstances. [Closed RP: heavenlyimpurity]

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【♝~】           Bowen wasn’t prepared to listen to the other’s pleas. He knew what he had to do, and he may not get another opportunity to do it if Feofan managed to escape. So on seeing the knife hit the tainted angel’s back, he knew he’d stumble within a few moments. It was just a matter of waiting for it.

And that was when it happened.

A brief smirk pulled at the corners of the shorter male’s lips and he started to pace closer and closer to Feofan, only for his smirk to widen more at the expression on the other on realising the state he was in. Call it sadistic, but Bowen was far from finished with him.

Oh, this was just the beginning.

Those eyes that looked up to him, begging for mercy, they had no bearing on the situation, Bowen’s expression remained stoic, void of emotion as he closed in on the other, who finally piped up. This wasn’t the time nor place? Of course it wasn’t, however there may not have been another time nor place at this point, so putting all risks into consideration, Bowen didn’t respond, and instead kept walking towards the other. Listening to his pleas, the begging, it was fruitless, Bowen had a mission and he was prepared to carry it out.

He stopped by Feofan’s side, looking down at the fallen male. He was silent, and he waited for him to finish talking. Perhaps he was ready to let the other bleed to death, however, being angels, he knew that it would do nothing but heal the wound around the knife.

But how amusing would that be.

Just as Feofan had finished talking, well in this case, pleading, Bowen lifted a foot, driving a heel onto the handle of the knife, pushing it further into the other’s back mercilessly. He pushed the knife with his foot if but slightly, acting as though it was a pedal, and attempting to cut further into the other angel’s back a bit more.

But that wasn’t all.

Bowen removed his foot from the knife, but kept it on Feofan’s back, pinning him down and kneeling to get a closer look, and to rip the knife from the form of the victim beneath him. He then poised the blade to the base of one of Feofan’s wings, tapping it thoughtfully.

          “If only you had done what I said. I will not kill you just yet, allow me to discipline you. This is what happens when you betray Cordula.” And with that he dug the blade into Feofan where he had tapped it, threatening to cut the other’s wings off where he lay.

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Feofan didn't even need to see Bowen's face to imagine the twisted smirk that pulled at his features. To him, all he could imagine was the other's grinning maw, finding unmentionable delight in this violence...

As footsteps reverberated in his ears as Bowen paced closer, cautiously he turned his gaze once more to the other, now by his side, tears beginning to drip from widened eyes. There wasn't any smirk. Just... emptiness. Like he didn't have a shred of humanity within him.... and that was terrifying.

Digging shaking fingers into the tiled floor he attention to pull himself forwards, to lift his heavy body from the floor.

But before he could, the foot came crashing down upon the knife.

Feeling the blade sink deeper into his flesh caused Feofan to lose his breath for a moment. Time seemed to slow as he tried to process what was happening, before panic swept in once more, intensifying his feelings. Whimpering with pain each time the blade slit a bit further, the angel struggled for air.

But before he could even object once more, the weapon was torn mercilessly from his back, bringing a new wave of pain. Alongside that he felt unusually weak...

Through it all though, a thought struck him.

Teleportation. He could escape! Here he was, lying there like a sitting duck but he could get away...! Why the hell hadn't he thought of that before? Arching his head up with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, Feofan focused his gaze on the far end on the corridor, following the usual thought processes that invoked his power. In just a few seconds he'd be fre-

But nothing happened. Usually it barely took a moments concentration...! Yet here he was... not moving an inch...!

Because of that he didn't even need to feel the blade tap against his wing for panic to sweep over him. He was well and truly stuck, what with his power not working... and coupled with the idea of losing what made him an angel was enough to strike fear into the heart of even the strongest heavenly beings. Breath hitching in his throat at the sensation of the blade, Feofan buried his head against the ground, desperately trying to suppress his sobbing. Already tears were pouring from his eyes, but if his body started heaving... he didn't want to inadvertently lead to his own injury...!

Not that it seemed to matter much, it looked like he was doomed either way.

Trying to rein in his erratic breathing, he gained a few seconds to respond midst his terror. "No no...! Bowen you don't understand I never wanted to betray her-"

Cut off mid sentence by a blinding pain, Feofan let out an agonised scream. Instantly his vision blurred, wings impulsively jerking away from the blade even through layers of clothes. Through the torture jumbled words poured from his mouth, interrupted and punctuated by whimpers and sobs.

"B... Bowen don't do... this! I'm so... sorry... so...-" Inhaling sharply the angel let out a heart wrenching cry of fear before screaming at the top of his lungs...

"SOMEONE... PLEASE... HELP!"

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Workplace Orientation Package

Sabriel woke up. This was a new experience for her. She hadn’t ever woken up before, not in any of her countably infinite years of existence. As such, she savored the experience, taking several minutes to open her eyes, stretch lethargically, and look around. 

And then it dawned on her that she was not at her desk. She was not, even, by the looks of it, in any part of the Auditing Consortium. That was also a first, and it put her on edge. What made her all the more worried was that she knew for a  fact that the proper paperwork had not been filed. She could sense it, sense that this was against at least 32,549 regulations, and that this was the sort of debacle someone could well lose their job over. 

Walking out of the room with the keycard that had been so generously provided her (without, of course, a liability waiver, a company regulation instruction manual, or any of the paperwork that ought to be used for switching a piece of equipment between departments.), she pulled a form and a pen out of her pocket, filling it in without even looking at it. 

As she stood in this strange corridor, she sighted someone coming around the corner, and she waved at them, smiling sheepishly. “Erm, sorry, excuse me, I’m pretty sure I haven’t been formally assigned to this department, I really need to get back to my office and file this unexpected leave explanation form A.S.A.P, so could you just quickly clear a warp portal with your management and I’ll be out of your hair.” 

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Running a hand over his hair, Feofan turned down yet another corridor, a gentle sigh escaping his lips. He'd been searching through this building, over and over and over, expecting to find something different with each exploration. Maybe he'd missed something. A door, a window, something that could indicate a way out....

He was beginning to doubt that there even was an escape. Scouring these halls for no less than the third time that day... it was unlikely that he'd keep overlooking things. 

Caught up in his own thoughts, he'd barely even registered the presence of someone ahead of him. Pausing where he stood, he blinked at her a few times. It was strange, how many people seemed to keep turning up. Quickly shaking his head and gathering himself, the angel returned her wave, albeit a little eagerly- this friendly greeting made a nice change to what he'd experienced thus far.

Finally taking to approaching her, he tilted his head as he listened to her words. What did she think was happening? The talk about assignments, of leave forms, it all sounded vaguely familiar, what with him being in an organisation... but these... warp portals? That was way beyond him.

"Um... If I'm completely honest... I'm not actually sure what you mean." Scratching nervously at the back of his neck, Feofan gave a small chuckle. "Not... Not that you sound stupid or anything! I just mean that... well, this isn't even a department. As far as I know." Frowning to himself, he cast a quick glance around. Certainly in all his searching he hadn't found anything to indicate that this place was a sort of business, or at least, not one of legal means. "So... I can't really help you with the..."

Stopping abruptly, his sights fell to the paperwork in her hand. Where... where did she get that? Were there forms tucked away somewhere in these dark and dusty halls?!

"The form? But wait... where even is your office? I didn't see any workplaces around here? I mean unless you work behind that locked door with all the stuff on it... Does that mean you know what's going on? And... what's a warp portal? Because I mean you can't mean like a portal that takes you places? It's kind of impossible...which is rich coming from the guy who should be able to telep-" Realising that he was blathering, the angel wrapped his scarf around his hand, pulling at the fabric with a worried expression. "Not that it's any of my business... Oh I'm so sorry...!"

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Collision ~ {Mari and Feofan}

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♡~}             Mari watched as the other stood up using the wall for support and her offered out hand and began his words that seriously to her just sounded like a flustered jumble. Oh, was he in such a bad place? Was he having a sort of panic attack? She could have figured that not everyone would have an easy time adjusting to a situation like this, and rightly so. She wasn’t exactly having the definition of fun around here, however she was a little calmer. Perhaps the male had just woken up and began to panic. Bless him. The archdemon took a step closer to the taller male and reached up, placing her hands at his shoulders, giving him a sort of light shake.

      “Calm! Heey…. Calm down, alright. I’m okay, don’t you worry about that. Now I want you to take some deep breaths…. I think you might be in need of a glass of water, or something...” She paused, removing her hands from the other in case the contact between the two of them was unwanted. She looked up at the other, scanning his expression for a moment. She felt a little sorry for him. Being in a place like this wasn’t going to help someone with what seemed to her like anxiety troubles. With a small pout she waited on the other to calm down, if but a little bit, offering a small smile to help him.

       “You okay….? You said you felt disoriented… Have you just woken up…? Alright kiddo, I’m gonna ask you a couple of questions… But don’t feel like you gotta answer them straight away…. How long have you been awake for? And are you hurt in any way…?” Mari wasn’t sure about rooms or medical supplies. She just figured that if she was hurt, even with her powers stripped from her, that she would heal with time. It wasn’t as though someone had stabbed her or threatened to remove her horns, so she felt a degree of safety for now. Glancing at the male before her she asked a final question. “Could you tell me your name….?”

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Feeling the hands against his shoulders brought Feofan a degree of peace. That small gesture carried a lot of weight, and settled his fears somewhat. No truly malevolent being would act as considerate as that, especially with someone as fearful as him. Closing his eyes he listened to her words, focusing on them as she spoke. He was going to calm down... Hopefully.

Slowly he began to breathe, taking deep breaths which he mentally timed. Isaak had taught him how to do that, and it usually helped him to relax, even a little. A few minutes went by as he did so, almost forgetting about the presence of the lady who was helping him in the first place. Eventually, grey eyes flickered open, meeting hazel.

"I'm... sorry... But are you really alright? And that glass of water you mentioned might be a good idea after all. Have you seen a kitchen around here...?" He hadn't had the time to explore yet, but it was reasonable to suspect that there would be somewhere they could get a drink if she was suggesting one... Unless, she was as lost as he was. Shaking his head to dispel such thoughts he returned her small smile, beginning to play with the end of his scarf. 

"Yes... I'm alright, but I haven't just woken up. I was... looking for a way out but there didn't seem to be one and I guess I just panicked a bit... I just... really need to get out... " Trailing off he looked to the ground, clearly ashamed of himself. Somewhat worriedly he began to pull at the scarf, anxiety filtering to the surface once more. But despite this, he offered her a small nod to let her know that he'd be okay with the questions.

Hearing them though, he froze for a moment. He had no qualm with telling her how long he'd been awake for, but the second question was another matter entirely. Was he hurt? Of course he was... and he wasn't healing as quickly as he was used to. He'd tried to make a crude bandage out of some fabric he'd torn from a bed sheet but it really wasn't much, and that wasn't to mention the holes in the back of his clothes from the knife... and the blood... he hadn't even checked if it had stopped bleeding! Everything still hurt though, and he was aching...

Yet would she notice if he tried to cover it?

Somewhat tentatively he spoke up once again, taking a subconscious step back from her. "I... I've been awake for a little while... I'm not too sure how long, I haven't got any way to really track the time. Maybe... Maybe a couple hours?" Falling quiet for a few moments, he exhaled shakily, trying to put off the second question. "And I... I had a slip up earlier but-"

He cut himself off mid-sentence. He was being an idiot. A total and utter idiot. She wasn't asking if he was hurt in general... she was referring to when they bumped into each other! Instantly back-pedaling he let out a nervous chuckle. 

"No no, I'm not hurt at all!" 

Giving her another, albeit a more nervous smile, he quickly moved to answering her last question- likely with a little too much haste.

"My name's Feofan. And... what would yours be?"

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Bad Circumstances. [Closed RP: heavenlyimpurity]

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【♝~】           Oh, there was no way that Bowen could forget the face of one of the Tvardovsky siblings. Considering he had worked alongside two of them for a while, one still under their ranks, but this one having managed to slip away from his fate. Oh, like Hell Bowen was going to let this chance slide away from him.

Well, not that anyone there would praise him for it, especially for trying to kill that which they deemed an innocent. He would explain that this man had traits of demon within him, he wasn’t strong enough to expel it, thus making him just as bad as the beasts from hell themselves.

Except the next thing he noticed was that the other had tried to make a break for it.

Eyebrows knotting themselves into a frown, Bowen took to chasing after Feofan, gliding round tiled floor corners with precision and ease. Yet the other was much taller and able to stride further. Bowen needed another approach to this entirely. With nothing more than a simple growl, the red haired male reached into his pocket, taking the small knife from it and giving it a glance as he chased the other down. Without so much as a second thought, he waited until he got as close as he possibly could before throwing the knife with pinpoint accurancy, let the blade hit the male between the wings, hoping it would throw him if but a little bit off balance so he could get the other to stop properly.

       ”I told you to halt, Tvardovsky! If you do, I promise I will make this quick." Ever the liar there, Bowen, however, he needed to get this tainted male’s attention somehow, and hopefully the knife throwing would have helped some.

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Feofan's mind was filled with frantic thoughts of escape. All he had to do was focus on moving forward. Step by step. Corridor by corridor. If he did that, there was a chance he might be able to get away. Otherwise he might just fall victim to his own fear.... and that meant he’d falter. Die... So he needed to focus...

But shattering those thoughts all too quickly came an odd piercing sensation, accompanied by a dull pressure at his back. For a split second the shock of his made him stumble. He couldn't quite explain what it was, but with every step he now took, the dull pressure began to warp into pain. In fact, as he moved his shoulders in time with his feet, he could have sworn that something was pushing against his wings, grating against his moving flesh.

Had... had Bowen thrown something at him... at his wings?! 

Panicked, the angel kept going for a few more steps, before the pain was beginning to become unbearable. He didn't want to look back just yet. Doing that would make mean he risked walking into something- which would spell out certain doom. But with his body beginning to shake, he lost his footing, tripping over and colliding with the cold, unforgiving floor. The sound of Bowen in hot pursuit came all the louder as he tried to scramble to his feet once more. Desperately, he glanced over his shoulder, catching the form of that damned angel getting closer and closer...

But something else caught his attention.

A knife. In his back. There was a knife in his back.

Eyes widening he let out a whimper, watching the fabric around it slowly darken with blood. For a few moments he was fixated, breath quickening into rapid, fearful pants. Blinking into shock, the only thing that brought him back were the blood curdling words the other angel uttered.

He'll make it quick.

Did that mean he was going to kill him?!

Tearing his eyes away from the knife he looked up at Bowen with pleading eyes. "Please... Bowen...! This isn't the time or the place!" He cries came alongside sharp inhales, and the occasional whimper of pain. Keeping his sights trailed on the man approaching, he decided to make an effort to crawl forwards. Pulling his body along, he tried to get to his feet, only to find his legs too shaky to support him. Perhaps it was just the idea of injury, or perhaps it was the blood- but either way he was having trouble. He felt sick, terrified and above all... trapped.

Suppressing the urge to outright start crying at the whole situation, he began to shuffle away from his assailant... he didn't want to die here... not after getting out all that time ago...!

"Bowen... don't do this! It's... It's not right... Did you set up this place...? Is this all just a trick...? Some game?! P...Please! Don't kill me!"

His words were clearly panicked, fear punctuating every syllable that left his mouth. He knew of this man's reputation, even experienced it first hand. Perhaps this was just his punishment for the wrongs he had committed so long ago... 

But a part of him still hoped to God that he'd find a way out of this...

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Send ➷ for a sports headcanon.

   Feofan actually really enjoys running, and when he can he goes for early morning jogs. His thing is more sort of endurance running rather than sprinting though.

Send ♆ for something my muse hates.

   Having mistakes he’s made pointed out, especially publicly. He always tries his best in things, and tends to kick himself for the smallest of errors, so having someone else point it out makes him feel so awful. He’ll obsess and worry over mistakes long after they’ve been made- even if they’re trivial.

Send ϡ for a sleep headcanon.

   Feofan always ends up hugging something when he sleeps. Usually he curls up and puts his arms around the duvet. It’s a real matter of comfort to him and he finds he can’t sleep very well if there’s nothing he can do this with. Although he becomes incredibly conscious of this when sleeping in a room with other people, as he feels it’s an incredibly silly habit.

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Collision ~ {Mari and Feofan}

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♡~}             Mari had finally plucked up the courage to start looking around this place by herself. And this was already going off to a terrible start. She walked round corners calling after her husband, her children, the guys in the bunker, to only no responses. And that much was getting her worried. She was worried that something had happened to them for these people to get to her, she had to see her family. For all she knew she could have been captured by a bad group of demon hunters or something.

And that would mean curtains for Mari.

Tentatively, she placed a hand on a wall. Surely if this place was a ruse and a trap for demons, they would have made the walls holy. Or something. Bracing herself for a burn, she shut her eyes tight, but the wall only felt like a wall.

So now she really was in unknown territory.

Inhaling sharply, Mari began to take to a light jog down the corridors, panic clear to hear within her voice as she began to call out the names again, voice often hitching as though she were trying to stop herself from crying.

However she turned another corner and everything just blurred.

She hit someone, something, a wall? The floor was the next thing she saw. Shaking her head to gain her bearings, she brought herself to her knees, looking ahead from her to see what she had bumped into. Half lidded eyes barely made out the shape of another being, and as soon as she realised what state he was left in after the collision, Mari started fussing.

      “Oh God, oh god I’m sorry, I’m sorry!! Are you okay! I didn’t mean to hit you or run into you, really!! Are you hurt? Do you need help getting up…? Ah, here!” Jumping up to her feet almost miraculously, Mari held out a hand to the fallen other, despite seeing that he was obviously bulkier and taller than herself. She just wanted to make sure he was okay….

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Stopping dead in his tracks, the angel tilted his head at the woman, especially hearing her worried words. He was expecting a threat... not an equally concerned response! Especially where he was the one that had caused this disaster in the first place... Silently, and with a blatantly confused expression decorating his features, he kept his gaze on her. She seemed to recover incredibly quickly, jumping up and holding out her hand moments after. He would have thought that someone so much smaller than himself would have been hurt more after that... particularly when he had the added weight of angel wings added to his mass. Surely she must have been hurt, at least a little? Amazed, he tentatively reached up, wrapping his far larger hand around her own. After all, it would have been rude to outright refuse her assistance...

Although, Feofan paused for a moment as he noted her size once more. Could she even help him up...? Conscious of this, he used his free hand to support himself against the wall, using them both to help himself to his feet. Wavering in his step for a moment he moved to lean against the wall, finally taking a moment to gather himself and respond to her words.

"Oh no no, it was my fault really... I panicked and started running, ah-" Casting his gaze towards the floor, he let out a small sigh. He really should have been more conscious of the others that may have been around here... "But... thank you for the help... I'm okay, just a bit... disorientated right now. But are you alright? I mean you stood up pretty quickly but I don't know if that's a result of your own disorientation? You might be hurt?" Looking up at her, there was now concern rapidly filtering onto his features.

"Oh my, I couldn't forgive myself if you ended up hurt! Maybe you need a plaster... but that won't help for bruises... if there are any? Are there even medical supplies? Maybe I should just get you a drink, or I should simply be quiet... I'm so sorry-!"

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Bad Circumstances. [Closed RP: heavenlyimpurity]

【♝~】           It had been too long, and still not a single way out had been detected. Bowen was beginning to think that he was dreaming. A place with no windows, and locked doors surely couldn’t exist in the real world. Heaving a disgruntled sigh, the male found himself leaning against one of the walls, staring idly up at the ceiling to calm his mind of anything weird and wonderful that he may have had to have dealt with up until this point. Grimacing at some of the more embarrassing moments, he tried to begin to draft some new ideas in his head, hoping that a clear mind would help him get there.

And things were going moderately well until the sound of and door opening and footsteps reached his ears.

Immediately, Bowen scanned the corridors, taking a step around the corner to make sure he was out of sight. He didn’t wish to be caught by any means by someone who could pose and immediate threat, and especially whilst he had been feeling a little less that ready for anything work oriented, he had to use what little energy he had left to his greater advantage.

Or at least, that was the plan until Bowen peered round the corner again.

The footsteps he had heard came from a man who looked very surprisingly familiar. And not in a good way at that. Bowen’s eyes narrowed, trying to give him a clearer view of who the other was that was trailing these corridors. And it didn’t take him very long to figure out who it was.

       “That…. Tainted son of a….” 

Cursing was never in Bowen’s vocabulary unless it was Welsh, and/or no one understood him or could hear him, but that was irrelevant at this point. The man before Bowen was one whom worked under the reign on Cordula. Someone who had gotten tainted and fled out of her grip without paying the cost of execution, and having someone else commit a treasonous act in order to save his own skin. The very idea made the red head’s expression warp into a frown, a soft growl escaping his lips as he stepped out from the corner.

       “Tvardovsky! I advise you to stop in your tracks. I believe we have some unfinished business.”

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No matter where he looked, no matter where he turned, it was clear to see that Feofan was hopelessly lost. It had been a little while since he'd woken up, and since then he'd been scouring the corridors in confusion and disbelief. He still had no idea what this place was, and what he was here for. Regardless of where he searched there didn't seem to be any discernible exit. All he wanted to do was to get out, get out and get back to Isaak and the others. Stopping in the middle of the corridor he let out a sigh, running a hand over his hair... Maybe he just needed to stop, calm down, and think about this more rationally. 

Yet as he stopped, the sudden sound of his surname uttered in such a threatening tone chilled him to the bone. No one had addressed him directly by his surname... not since he used to work for Cordula... And that voice... that oh so terrifying voice... He prayed that it didn't belong to the one man he never wanted to lay eyes on again. 

Cautiously he turned to look over his shoulder, eyes trailed on the floor for a moment. He was putting off looking up, putting off finding out is his fears were correct. Slowly he moved his gaze upwards, spotting brown boots... black trousers... an outfit that in itself was unfamiliar. Relaxing his body he moved to properly look at the person, heaving a heavy sigh of relief... Only to have that very sigh catch in his throat, making it feel like he was choking.

Bowen. It was Bowen. There was no way in hell that he'd forget that face...! Panicked instinct kicking in, he did the exact opposite of what was demanded of him- he fled. Nearly losing his footing against the slippery floor, he turned on his heels and bolted back the way he came. His heart was pounding, chest rising and falling too quickly for his own good. Feet thudding against the ground with a rapid beat, he cast his glance back behind him to see if he was being followed.

Oh, he hoped to God that he wasn't being followed. 

Of all the people that he had to be stuck in a building with... it had to be him... There was no way he was going to survive here for any longer than two minutes with that man on his tail. Feofan couldn’t face him again... not after what happened back then...! He had to find a way out... but for now, maybe if he ran hard enough, he'd lose him... at least for now...!

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Collision ~ {Mari and Feofan}

Fingers gently tugged at the hanging fabric of a scarf, moulding and pulling it in an attempt to seek comfort. Feet padded along an empty corridor, steps echoing off of the walls with eerie constancy. It was lonely... ominous... and all too quickly the atmosphere was getting to Feofan.

Pausing to rest against one of the walls, he let out a shaky breath. His head was pounding, pain radiating from his temples. It really was doing no favours for him. On top of the headache he was disorientated, mind working manically to try and process what was happening. All around him strange and unfamiliar sights filled his vision. This was definitely not the virtue's home... but where did that place him? Hazy memories of a light, a screwdriver, a frightening voice all filtered through his thoughts. Just what was all of that...? A bad dream...? It had to be... but then why would he have awoken in such a odd place? There was one way he could check if this was all real in the least.

Inhaling deeply he moved to shove a hand in his coat pocket. That was the place he usually put things, so if there was any screwdrivers... that's where it would be. If not... he must have just dreamed the whole thing, and he simply wasn’t quite awake yet.

Unexpectedly, his hand hit something cold.

With his skin beginning to crawl he slowly wrapped his hand around it, pulling it out of his pocket with a shaky grasp. Tentatively grey eyes flickered downwards, met with the sight of the tool he didn't want to see. Rapidly shoving the thing back where he lifted it from, he ran a hand through his hair, breathing becoming more rapid. This had to be a joke. Maybe he just wasn't used to the virtue's home yet, and he'd wandered off into unfamiliar territory... Yes... if he just kept on moving, he'd find that he was just panicking for nothing. But he had to move. Quickly. There was no way he wanted to spend any more time in this place...!

Breaking out into a jog he darted around the corner.

Only to smack into directly someone with some force.

Instantly he lost his footing, toppling to the ground with a simultaneous 'thud' and a cry of surprise. Unable to catch himself in time he caught his arm awkwardly beneath his body, letting out a soft hiss of pain. Yet despite that, his gaze instantly flickered up to the person he'd made contact with. Were they okay...? Were they-

Wait... Who were they?

Narrowing his eyes at her, a concerned expression quickly filtered across his features. He'd never seen this woman in his life. Just... who was she to be here?! Swiftly he moved his aching form, shuffling backwards away from her.

What was going on...?!