[Video | UN: threewings]

[heavenfell]

[A bright, blinding light fills the sky. After a moment, the outline of six big wings can be seen against the horizon before the owner of said wings...falls. She hits the ground, leaving an obvious dent in the pavement.]

Returned...? [Her voice is remarkably unfazed.] Setsuna...is dead? [That must be the case. Otherwise, why would she be...here?] The cycle has been broken. I am myself again.

[She sits up and looks at the sky, her expression conflicted. She touches her abdomen, closing her eyes.]

He is with me.

[Brushing off the rubble, she stands up and extends her wings to their full extent - and, then, as soon as they are fully visible, they begin to fade.]

Quarantine, I am the Organic Angel Alexiel and I require information. Tell me everything you know about the moon.

[Her gaze falls on the recording device and she picks it up, blowing the dust off of the screen.]

Do not fear me. I have no desire to harm you. [She cares deeply for humanity in actuality.] How can I help?

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[mystearious]

[ That was... quite an entrance. ]

... why would we have reason to fear you?

[heavenfell]

My kind has not always been forgiving to humanity. Furthermore, power itself can be frightening.

[mystearious]

How powerful are you, then?

[ Enough to be a threat? She wonders. But they already said they had no reason to fear, so... ]

Forgive me if that was invasive.

[heavenfell]

Most angels have two wings. Each wing signifies the amount of astral power we possess. I have six. [Meaning she can control all the elements and cause devastating destruction.]

I do not find it invasive at all.

[mystearious]

... My, that's quite a bit of power. I'm grateful you're not intent on... anyway.

You wish to help? I understand this place needs a lot of it. It wants to... build, so to speak.

[heavenfell]

I'm not an architect, but I can protect. [Her hands are covered in blood. A little more won't kill her.] I will join the Perimeter Guard and be of use in that way.