accidental(?) video; un: angels

[hevenly]

[ The video comes on to show the floor of Communal Housing level 12. The camera moves every so often, as though the person handling the phone isn't being too steady with it. After about a minute of shuffling, the view is reversed, bringing instead a face into view-- that of a tall redhead woman in silver armor with distinctive red markings around her eyes. She frowns in concentration, evidently unaware that the phone is recording.

She is muttering to herself, ] No, that is not-- That is not right. How do I change it?

[ She's attempted to follow the instructions she was given to enter a custom username, but she fatfingered the keys and misspelled her own name. This is a disaster. Where are Sera or Leah when you need them? Back on Earth, of course.

Angela growls in frustration, poking at the phone ever more vigorously. Eventually, she realizes the damned thing is recording, and she slaps an embarrassed hand over her face. ]

...I require assistance.

[ Obviously. ]

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[clobbers]

Ah, that's good! Hopefully that all works out for you.

( Oh boy. Well...

Kara's frowning back at her, and shaking her head. )

I kind of meant that as a compliment, because you're really nice! And pretty, so. Yeah. Sorry?

[hevenly]

The Angels are not "nice." [ They may be beautiful, but they are a race of fierce warriors. They raised Angela into who she is now, and she owes them everything, but the Queen of the Angels made it clear Angela, with her Asgardian blood, is no longer welcome in Heven. ]

[clobbers]

Ah. They exist. ( Really, she should have figured on that one. ) Um, sorry about that.

If they're not nice, are they terrible? Or somewhere in between?

[hevenly]

They are... [ She pauses, at a loss as to how to describe the Angels as a whole. ]...strict. They live by a code, and never deviate. Their women are ruthless warriors, and their men live in silent prayer. Anything outside of that is... unacceptable.

[ It is why Sera had fled. Why Angela is exiled. Their code still defines how Angela lives her life, even if she is somewhat more accepting of others. ]

[clobbers]

( Well now, that sounds rather familiar. Kara sighs, nodding her head as though she knows what that means. )

Not exactly peachy to live with then, if you don't fit in, I know. Can I assume from the way you talk about them that you didn't, somehow? Though you seem more than just 'capable' to me.

I'm glad you're here, one way or the other, Angela. It's honestly an honour.

[hevenly]

[ Angela's mouth goes into a line, and she looks a bit uncomfortable. But honesty would get her farther than deceit. There is no hiding her past. ]

I am not one of them. I never was, even when I thought-- [ She trails off. She'd thought she was just a wingless Angel. Just an anomaly, who had to work twice as hard to get half as far in their society. She'd never dreamed she was actually the daughter of Heven's greatest enemies. ]

It is an honor to meet you as well, Kara. Though I do wish the circumstances were different.

[clobbers]

Hey—I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pried like that. ( She knows that feeling all too well. After thirteen years of trying to be human, it's hit or miss some days. Knowing how that feels, how lonely and frustrating—she really feels terrible for having been so callous as to pry.

She smiles faintly. )

So do I. If there's anything I can do, please let me know.

[hevenly]

It is nothing. [ It's about time she learns to accept the truth of her past instead of running from it or pushing it to the far corners of her mind. ]

I would not accept your help without doing something in return. I may be no Angel, but I was raised to always repay my debts.