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★ Most creatures in the District tend to be missing something. It's a common trait shared among denizens, generally speaking. Eyesight, clarity, focus, even common sense. Lacking in many who rot upon the earth.
★ The opposite is true for angels. Seeming to have unnaturally good senses. They can track a rotling's scent from a mile away. Moving along with a swiftness. The forces that be clearly favor them. Not originating in such an unholy place as the District.
★ Despite being small on their own, angels have a tendency to flock together. Like schools of fish. Creating violent swarms that destroy whatever is caught in their path. Everything except Breadhead, apparently.
★ Speaking of him... We all know Breadhead has done plenty of things -most of which he's proud of! But throwing rocks at birds? He did that once. The rock was thrown back, in his face, followed by several others in quick succession. Mel was there. Now if you ask him about it he gets embarrassed.
★ Trying to pepper spray an angel wouldn't work. Only mammals are affected by capsaicin. (The chemical that makes spicy foods hot.) Do it anyway, and you'll just look like an idiot.
★ Remarkably social, they tend to group together in flocks. So that if a predator is around at least one pair of eyes would spot it. Watching them all fly feels memorizing, almost hypnotic. Bigger groups split apart. Branching off quickly while still managing to keep coordinated. Claws sharp enough to cause damage serve as a reminder to be careful.
★ Similar to crows, they remember faces. All it takes to get on a whole flocks bad side is one wrong move in front of a crowd. A group of crows are called a murder. A group of angels is called a resurrection.
★ You'll see plenty of them sunbathing around Paradise Lost. Cute little things sprawl out across the concrete and stone. Napping without a care in the world.
★ Come nightfall, angels roost together. Not for safety, but to stay warm after the sun is gone. Only thing keeping them warm is a thin layer of feathers. By huddling close, they conserve energy more efficiently.
★ Sometimes a resurrection crowds around one specific building, and fucks up the roof beyond repair. When this happens the boss (Ken) has you shoo the damn pests away with a broom. Consider yourself lucky, Mud only got a rolled up newspaper.
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