MOVE ALONG [parisa/open]

[ZERACHIEL ?!]

The sky was a black abyss, void of stars and void of the familiar silver glow of the moon. Only the streetlamps shone in the darkness, sending eerie shadows along the alley floor and walls. Eli staggered, collapsing onto firm, gritty ground, huddling against a garbage bin. Her petite form shook violently, skin growing cold and dreadfully pale. Clasping her shoulder, she strengthened her grip as more blood seeped through her fingers, drenching her blouse.

Despite her struggle, the young woman could not continue. The persistent loss of blood was unquestionably life-threatening, her body incapable of staunching the flow. Bit by bit her vision weakened, mind slipping into bouts of momentary unconsciousness. She strove to remain awake, but the exhaustion was overpowering.

Snowflakes drifted downward, dusting her hair and shoulders. Eli smiled slightly, the small flurries shimmering as they caught the light reminiscent of diamonds. Clinging to her lashes and sticking to her already frozen flesh, she noticed the snowfall felt warm against her.

She snorted, her voice nearly imperceptible to herself. Regardless of her wellbeing, Eli had let it escape. She had failed. How had she been so unwise? Now her infantile mistakes would be the death of her.

[Parisa]

In a cold and lonely diner with a rather skinny teenage boy seeming to flirt with her, sat the pale skinned angel. Her changing eyes stared at the boy who was suppose to be doing his job in asking her what she wanted to order. Green eyes screamed at him to just leave her be and oh-so-politely she placed the menu back down on the table and looked up at him, "If you are not going to ask me what I wish to order than I have no reason to be here." and with that the petite brunette stood up from the table. "Goodnight to you." With a nod of the head she walked out of the diner and back to her Shelby GT350 Mustang in the parking lot. The longer she stayed here on Earth in this vessel the more she had gotten use to typical human tasks like driving, eating, and sleeping. Her vessel was no where near tired and craved a cheeseburger, but she moved on.

Above the bickering of angels in her ears she heard a name she knew well of. Sitting in the parking lot the angel debated on what to do, listening deeply to the voices speak. A job was called upon her, a special job for a special nourishment angel. Why the angels wanted to keep a fallen angel well nourished she didn't know, but she knew, above other things, Zerachiel was not meant to have fallen. She was out of Daddy's hands now, but Parisa had some feeling that she wouldn't be able to just let go of Zerachiel like he has. Multiple times she has watched over her, and now she was called upon.

One of the many things she loved about being an angel was her transporting abilities. Living on Earth meant she had to do less and less of it to keep from human suspicion. By now she was in another scene: dark areas illuminated by streetlights and the cold weather eating at Parisa's skin. The noises of her blue converse shoes against the gravel on the street seemed the echo in the dark. Light flakes were coming from the dark sky above, such thing Parisa had never seen before. She had experienced other weather patterns but nothing that had birthed white flakes. Her eyes shifted around and she tried to remain calm even though the weather appealed to her.

A noise. Around the alleyway there seemed to have been a sound. Within first thought she made her way in to the darker area, "Zer-" Paris could have smacked herself in the face for almost saying her name, her once was angel name, of course Eli wouldn't have known who that was. "Eli?" Her voice was coated with her vessel's English accent. She stepped closer, walking more in a bit of a rush to find the fallen angel. A garbage bin stood in the way of whom Parisa had been seeking, she only noticed due to seeing the female's foot, though. "Your hurt.. Let me help." Parisa spoke up with a caring tone, peering around so she could see the female who was shaking vigorously in the cold.

((OOC: I think I got a bit carried away here.. So Sorry.))

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[ZERACHIEL ?!]

Eli’s eyes snapped open. An unfamiliar voice echoed in her ears drawing her from unconsciousness. Ordinarily she would have analyzed the individual before her, examining their movements, facial expressions, even speech patterns; however, she was too weary to make the effort. She blinked—once, twice—struggling to focus. All she could discern was an indistinct figure, stars seeming to materialize at the edge of her vision. Although the new arrival’s tone did not appear unpleasant or malicious, Eli was unable to amass enough energy to gain an accurate impression. Heaving a sigh, she disregarded the stranger; whether they were good or bad did not make a difference. It was too late.

At least the pain had diminished and the coldness had ebbed, leaving her unnaturally warm. Glad that the discomfort had fade away, Eli allowed her lids to drift shut. The day had left her incredibly fatigued and a nice rest was something she looked forward to. Though she still felt a sense of failure; a now distant part of her was resisting sleep, impelling her to remain awake. She had an objective in life and she had not fulfilled her primary goal. After all the being that injured her was still alive. It could—no would—harm innocent people. How could she let it do so?

[Parisa]

In the mix of the light snow and dark sky, Parisa changed position from just standing before Eli to kneeling before her. Blood had been soaking through the clothing of the one before her. Paris sat her knee upon the cold, dirty gravel and moved nearer. Eyes locked with eyes, Parisa stared at the fallen angel, connecting them. The brunette spoke kindly to Eli, she got no response back, verbally that is. Soon she tried again, "Please, do not be alarmed." she spoke through slicked, chap-stick covered lips, commenting on the sudden eye movements when seeing the arrival of someone unfamiliar. Parisa had spoke up with a caring tone, peering into the eyes of one whom was shaking vigorously in the cold. Before her green eyes the fallen angel's eye lids began to droop, closing slowly but steadily.

"Forgive me." Parisa didn't like to have to physically touch others, she always learned to stay within distances- especially with humans. With this job she had, though, she had to touch one to regain their nourishment. With warm, long hands she quickly placed them on either sides of Eli's head. Her palms were resting on the temples and she tried to not add too much pressure to the injured female. "Vadum non intereo in victus tectum." Her words were slurred, mumbled, covered in a thick accent, and as her hands and eyes illuminated she quickly took her hands from off the girl before her, clutched her hands shut from a small pain had entered her palms. "Ouch!" Parisa flopped back on her bottom, pulling her hands close to herself- she had never felt that shot of pain when attempting to heal another, but then again, she had never tried to heal a fallen angel.

The female's shirt was stained red, the clothe was cut where she had been hurt but the blood had stopped trailing out, and it looked as if she had no blood on her hands or her arm anymore. Parisa's abilities could do many things but she had never seen it make the wound stop bleeding and give blood back all together. Thankfully, she was already sitting back on her bottom or else she would have fallen back in puzzlement. The angel sat quietly to wait for any reaction from Eli, even the smallest movement.

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[ZERACHIEL ?!]

Shifting slightly, Eli pried her eyes open, blinking away tears as the light from the streetlamp flooded her vision. She gazed out at her surroundings, taken aback by the individual situated in front of her. Her muscles instinctively tensed, her mind racing as she regained her senses. Memories of her most recent hunt flooded her thoughts. On impulse she scrutinized her chest, running fingers over the now spotless flesh. Stunned, Eli gaped at herself, examining her hands—there was no blood on them either. However, her shirt remained bloodstained, indicating that she had indeed been injured.

She breathed deeply, recovering her composure. The very last memory she was able to recall was being wounded; the pain had been excruciating.

Eli gazed into the face of the other woman. In spite of everything she was too disoriented to successfully train her abilities and explore the stranger’s state of mind. Overall she appeared harmless, although looks were often deceiving. Despite her own doubtful first impression, Eli remained attentive, ready to act swiftly if need be.

“I do not intend to come about as impolite,” she said slowly, “However, I am positive we have not been acquainted with. You are. . .?” She was not bothered by her discourteous behavior. Until she became comfortable with her predicament she would remain guarded.

[Parisa]

Parisa breathed heavily at first in shock, but her breathing slowed to normal when she looked face to face with the fallen angel again. Keeping her hands close to her chest still she searched over the girl's face for some reaction. Her green eyes scanned the female before her: stained shirt, no wound, no blood on her skin, painless. Parisa was amazed at how it had happened, and that deep strike of pain in her palms? She was flabbergasted with the whole deal, but obviously is had worked out just fine- better than fine, the girl didn't have a drop of blood on her fingers!

Eli's eyes had opened, she was fully alive, searching for the wound on her chest. Paris leaned forward to see as well, she was shocked that it had fully vanished. She moved a strand of brown hair behind her ear as she stared at Eli for a reaction. She knew her job was done when Eli spoke finally. A confused expression on the angel's face turned within seconds, she sat up straight whenever she was spoken to, and smiled lightly. "My name is Parisa." She placed her hands on her legs and blinked. "You do not come across as.. Impolite?" Hardly ever did she hear the word but she continued on, "It's only natural to wish to know, afterall."

She situated so that she was sitting with her knees on the ground, not caring how filthy the ground was. "There is no reason to explain who you are, though, Eli." Paris nodded twice, her smile growing. "..Are you alright?" The angel asked as part of her job, but mostly for herself to know. In looks she looked alright, a little startled but she looked fine- Parisa was asking for her mental health mostly, since she knew her physical health now.

[ZERACHIEL ?!]

The hunter frowned. Parisa apparently was familiar with who Eli was. However, Eli had never encountered the other woman. She memorized the faces and names of each person she came across and Parisa was unquestionably a fresh face-correct?

Doubt gradually crept into her already frantic mind as she gazed into the girl’s eyes. They appeared to be ever-changing, a multitude of colors drawing her in. Her heart quickened and her thoughts raced as she struggled to recall anything that pertained to Parisa. All she acquired was a headache. Eli felt as if there was a hole in her memories, no key to unlock the pieces that appeared to have gone astray. She had on no account reacted in this manner to any individual ever. Perhaps she was a great deal more injured than she initially believed.

“I. . .I do not know,” she hesitated, questioning herself as she spoke. Eli was not used to displaying her uncertainty. She found emotion to be rather uncomfortable, especially when exposed. Logic was certainly in her nature, sorrow, anger, and even happiness always seeming alien. Over the years she persistently fought those weaknesses, and despite her best efforts she discovered she was steadily submitting to her heart instead of her intellect. A part of her wanted desperately to surrender and the other clung desperately to reason.

Right now she was dreadfully confused.

[Parisa]

The fallen angel was now not in such shock, surely she was still a little on guard about the situation. Now the blond was frowning at the angel which only made her feel like she had done something wrong. The angel moved back a bit, curiously watching the fallen angel before her. Covering her right hand with her left, Parisa kept her eyes on the girl before her. How did she get so close to slipping from life? How did this happen? Why was the Council asking her to heal her when months ago they wouldn't let her come in contact with any fallen angels what so ever. Parisa was confused in her own way but she kept a graceful face and gave her as much hope as she could. She wasn't expecting Eli to be all excited and force her into a hug but at the same time she didn't expect her to frown upon her. Now she looked a tad confused, Parisa was sure that she had confused her by knowing who she was which made Parisa feel a bit uncomfortable.

Parisa scanned the dark area once before making contact with Eli again, "We must go." she was sure it was unsafe in this area. Slowly the angel took to her feet and offered a hand to help the fallen angel up. "I know you do not remember me," Parisa paused, looking at her seemingly hurt hand. "but please do not be alarmed, I will explain.." Surely the Council was cursing her right now but Parisa couldn't leave a fellow angel in the dark. "Just take my hand, please."


[[ooc: that was short, sorry.]]

[ZERACHIEL ?!]

Eli warily grasped the offered hand. Even though she was severely puzzled by the young woman, the hunter was not frightened by her. There was an angelic atmosphere that seemed to encompass her which caused Eli to feel fairly at ease in her presence. However, she remained suspicious of Parisa’s intentions, her mind instinctively hardwired to maintain her attentiveness; eyes never leaving the girl’s petite form. She was taking a chance, something new her logic based thoughts had to process. There was no word that came from her mouth Eli should accept as true, however an unknown presence urged her to do so. Somehow, someway, she believed Parisa was sincere.

Her muscles relaxed as she heaved a sigh. The suspicion weakened as she allowed herself to place her unconditional trust in a complete stranger. There were times when she was foolish, but this was beyond stupidity. Eli fervently hoped her intuition proved correct, that Parisa was the virtuous individual she appeared to be. You could not judge a book by its cover and she was doing just that; even though she did not bear a resemblance to any spirit or demon she had come across.

“I trust you,” she replied without hesitance. “I genuinely hope I am correct to do so.”