(Arc post, authorized by Ninjamedic. All active character will want to go to the canteen.)
"I bring no meaning of violence with me, for I want no more pain ... [sub]especially for him[/sub]" The Angel said, his voice quieting down and his arms reaching up towards the ceiling as if he were being arrested. Quickly his wings folded back into his coat, slowly transforming into electricity as well. Another deep breath, he focused onto the first one who had approached him, the small elf girl. Barakiel remembered her, and most of the figures in their room, their attacks leaving a permanent scar on his memory.
Wincing a little, yet the Archangel tried to give a normal smile to the girl, "Ah, thank you. I ... I am a little on edge, I will admit". A fork seemed to materialize in the Angel's hand and he took hold of one piece of the waffle and shoved it in his mouth, gulping it down. He hoped that no one would question the fact that he eats or how he stomachs it. "Human food ... and waffles no less, hehe." He gave a more normal smile and chuckle. Clearing his throat, he indicated for Mel to leave them on the table he sat upon.
"Thank you Mel and Jenny. As I said, I came here for no fight. I come here on behalf of Richardson from UNIT, and my own people. As Jenny said, we have our own fleets. Yet most of them are of course battling Hell's forces in the eternal battle of Heaven and Hell. Religious stuff, but my own fleets, or what remains of it from last time ... are small, we can fight them, but for a short while." Barakiel said, lowering his hands slowly as he started to explain himself, giving a nod to both Edge, Boss, and Deadshot, whose shaver came back to life as the Angel looked at him.
" ... I'll give you a reason. This invasion fleet is not from this world, it came from another. Not only that, but it has gathered much, much technology, even yours and mine. The fleet is huge and it's firepower is bigger, this is the reason I will lose again them." The Archangel said and started laying out the contents of the first dossier that Richardson gave to him, revealing the massive fleet that looked far otherworldly.
Taking a breath of air, the Angel produced another dossier out of thin air. "While UNIT have prepared this, they are busy just like other Heaven forces. So this is left to us. The plan that he suggested was to send you to their universe before they left, so you can find who is doing this and stop them ... all while I'll try my best to protect the world from them in this present." Barakiel said once more, laying the contents on the same table as the first dossier.
"Sorry for asking you this, especially for all the shit I gave you before. Seeing how you have new people and a variety of veterans, I could not think of anyone else. Tomoya would have wanted the same thing ... " He said, leaving a sad look on his face at the end of his sentence. In a few seconds, the uncomfortable look returned to him, he had no idea what they were going to answer, his mind kept screaming the word "faith", but he knew that he feared deep down.
Looking for a distraction he looked towards Boss. "Y-Yes, I was returning the dragon. I was out flying it and giving it the ropes ... we actually use such creatures for battle. They move quite well, and their firepower is impressive." Barakiel said as he looked towards the human Angelus.
"Which I have experienced first hand ... hah." He said with a awkward laughter.
At the entrance of the canteen where Deadshot was, two figures stepped in. One large Caucasian figure which the archangel knew well, and was known to the crew as "Storm", a superhuman Spartan warrior from another world. Yet he did not have his armour on [http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120623034321/fairytailfanon/images/8/81/Anime-guy-anime-guys-6785916-320-547.jpg]. The figure besides him was a girl in a unnatural looking body. This was "Alpha", Storm's partner and the ship's Security AI [http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20111102044718/vocaloid/images/5/50/Ofclboxart_cfm_Hatsune_Miku-illu.png]. Wherever Storm was, Alpha was always nearby.
The superhuman came in, surprised at the appearance of his commanding officer. The Archangel took a quick glance and his look changed to a more at ease one. "Hey, what's happening?" the Superhuman walked up to Deadshot and quietly asked.
Gazing upon the room, people had began to gather. ("And so the wheel of fate spins once more ... ") He though, his eyes rolling over each figure and their reaction and actions. The Archangel's heart felt like it was on fire, anxiety pumping throughout Barakiel's mind. Gaining a grip on himself, the holy being took a deep breath of air, it seemed even the air he breathed transformed into electricity if anyone examined in the chaotic scene.
Archangel Barakiel and all active characters for the next arc.
Location: Rising Dawn.
Time: Midday.
"I bring no meaning of violence with me, for I want no more pain ... [sub]especially for him[/sub]" The Angel said, his voice quieting down and his arms reaching up towards the ceiling as if he were being arrested. Quickly his wings folded back into his coat, slowly transforming into electricity as well. Another deep breath, he focused onto the first one who had approached him, the small elf girl. Barakiel remembered her, and most of the figures in their room, their attacks leaving a permanent scar on his memory.
Wincing a little, yet the Archangel tried to give a normal smile to the girl, "Ah, thank you. I ... I am a little on edge, I will admit". A fork seemed to materialize in the Angel's hand and he took hold of one piece of the waffle and shoved it in his mouth, gulping it down. He hoped that no one would question the fact that he eats or how he stomachs it. "Human food ... and waffles no less, hehe." He gave a more normal smile and chuckle. Clearing his throat, he indicated for Mel to leave them on the table he sat upon.
"Thank you Mel and Jenny. As I said, I came here for no fight. I come here on behalf of Richardson from UNIT, and my own people. As Jenny said, we have our own fleets. Yet most of them are of course battling Hell's forces in the eternal battle of Heaven and Hell. Religious stuff, but my own fleets, or what remains of it from last time ... are small, we can fight them, but for a short while." Barakiel said, lowering his hands slowly as he started to explain himself, giving a nod to both Edge, Boss, and Deadshot, whose shaver came back to life as the Angel looked at him.
" ... I'll give you a reason. This invasion fleet is not from this world, it came from another. Not only that, but it has gathered much, much technology, even yours and mine. The fleet is huge and it's firepower is bigger, this is the reason I will lose again them." The Archangel said and started laying out the contents of the first dossier that Richardson gave to him, revealing the massive fleet that looked far otherworldly.
Taking a breath of air, the Angel produced another dossier out of thin air. "While UNIT have prepared this, they are busy just like other Heaven forces. So this is left to us. The plan that he suggested was to send you to their universe before they left, so you can find who is doing this and stop them ... all while I'll try my best to protect the world from them in this present." Barakiel said once more, laying the contents on the same table as the first dossier.
"Sorry for asking you this, especially for all the shit I gave you before. Seeing how you have new people and a variety of veterans, I could not think of anyone else. Tomoya would have wanted the same thing ... " He said, leaving a sad look on his face at the end of his sentence. In a few seconds, the uncomfortable look returned to him, he had no idea what they were going to answer, his mind kept screaming the word "faith", but he knew that he feared deep down.
Looking for a distraction he looked towards Boss. "Y-Yes, I was returning the dragon. I was out flying it and giving it the ropes ... we actually use such creatures for battle. They move quite well, and their firepower is impressive." Barakiel said as he looked towards the human Angelus.
"Which I have experienced first hand ... hah." He said with a awkward laughter.
At the entrance of the canteen where Deadshot was, two figures stepped in. One large Caucasian figure which the archangel knew well, and was known to the crew as "Storm", a superhuman Spartan warrior from another world. Yet he did not have his armour on [http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120623034321/fairytailfanon/images/8/81/Anime-guy-anime-guys-6785916-320-547.jpg]. The figure besides him was a girl in a unnatural looking body. This was "Alpha", Storm's partner and the ship's Security AI [http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20111102044718/vocaloid/images/5/50/Ofclboxart_cfm_Hatsune_Miku-illu.png]. Wherever Storm was, Alpha was always nearby.
The superhuman came in, surprised at the appearance of his commanding officer. The Archangel took a quick glance and his look changed to a more at ease one. "Hey, what's happening?" the Superhuman walked up to Deadshot and quietly asked.