accidental(ish) video; @angela
[ There's a flapping of wings and the rush of wind. The video is obviously being taken from a point very high up. All that is visible is Angela, her silver armor with its golden wings gleaming in the sunlight, and the blue, cloud-dotted sky behind her. She holds the phone out, posing for the camera. Though she can't seem to settle on a good angle.
Is she...? Yeah, it looks kind of like she's trying to take a selfie. She must have hit record by mistake.
Oh well. Enjoy, Quarantine. ]
Is she...? Yeah, it looks kind of like she's trying to take a selfie. She must have hit record by mistake.
Oh well. Enjoy, Quarantine. ]
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[He'd met both versions, but he had a fondness for the more fun-loving of the two. That one seemed to understand him a bit more and for that, he was grateful. He loved being among the humans, but even the Devil liked to know someone understood that life could get boring when you lived it for so bloody long.]
Well, you certainly look like one. Oh, wait. Asgard. Norse. Are you a valkyrie? I haven't met one yet, but I'd love to.
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I am no valkyrie. I am Nið. Exiled.
[ That's what happens when you steal a royal infant. ]
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[Come, Angela. Tell him all about the realities of crazy Asgardian/Heven politics.]
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I have never been worshipped as Loki and the Odinson have.
[ Sorry, stranger, she's not about to spill her whole tragic backstory without at least knowing your name first. ]
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Worship is overrated. I never understood the appeal.
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You said, "another Angel." Do you know of an Angel here?
[ This is Important Information Angela needs to know. ]
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I apologize. I must have misheard you. I thought you just claimed to be an Angel.
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[Smiles. All smiles. Wasn't he adorable, Angela?]
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You are an Anchorite? With wings?
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What, don't tell me you haven't heard the story?
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...Is this an Earth thing?
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[ In her universe's version, anyway. ]
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[Ouch. His enormous ego couldn't quite fathom handling him not even existing in other realities.]
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[ She thinks she understands what he's trying to get at, but can really think of no analogue. ]
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That's...
[A kick to his manlies, is what it was. He even looked a little deflated.]
Well, no worries. I suppose it's only fair, as there aren't any valkyries or... whatever you are in my reality.
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[ She'll start to swoop back down towards the city. ] Where are you?
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He'd posture for a moment, because really, there was no peacock that liked to preen more than Lucifer Morningstar, but after a quick flex and shiver of feathers, those wings would tuck themselves back into that space inside himself where they resided, making him look no more different than any man that strolled the streets. At 6'3, he'd match her height and shoot her a pleased smile, brows winging up at the sight of a missing arm.]
Well, that has to have a fun story to go along with it. I take it you're not immortal?
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