[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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[heavenfell]

Does it matter? We cannot reach Earth either way. [Can angels fly in space? She would be up for trying if the circumstances call for it.]

They are obviously trying to preserve humanity.

[neverbeentogeorgia]

It matters in the sense that the events that occurred and the people who lived here, the fables and mythologies that they've told themselves, may all be different.

[heavenfell]

Am I going to lose you to the libraries? [There is a flash of amusement; then it retreats.] I would rather speak to those who have been here the longest. I can begin with the guards.

[neverbeentogeorgia]

[ he's still a giant bookworm, yeah ]

Books are more reliable than the word-of-mouth of other newcomers like ourselves. But suit yourself, I suppose.

[heavenfell]

Are they? What if they were written by newcomers like ourselves? [Then she, at least, is getting a first-hand account.] We'll find each other soon. It seems I need to have a new sword made.

[neverbeentogeorgia]

I should think it would be hard for a whole library to be filled with books written by newcomers. I intend to look for the oldest ones I can find.

[ he considers her second goal ]

If it's a sword you're wanting, you'll probably want to ask about what laws of the land there are for obtaining one. Not a bad plan, though.

[heavenfell]

I will rescue you - later - from the dust if you ask nicely.

[Her lips quirk and she gives a cocky toss of her head.]

I'm apart of the guard. I prefer using a sword. They can't expect me to go out there weaponless!

[neverbeentogeorgia]

[ the mention of rescuing him from the dust evokes a small huff of laughter. ] They may expect you to use a gun. What then?

[heavenfell]

[Well that's a nice sound.]

Guns require ammo. I don't mind using them, but I'll need backup.

[neverbeentogeorgia]

Is that a request?

[heavenfell]

Can you fulfill it if it is a request?

[neverbeentogeorgia]

Who can say? I've never been given a "request" before.

[heavenfell]

You're not one of those that finds orders arousing, are you?

[neverbeentogeorgia]

[ UHM





CAUGHT, RED HANDED, ]

Now whoever said anything like that? I'm just saying that between being a general, a sword, and then a punk-ass kid that liked to defy authority, "orders" were the only way anybody could get anything out of me.

[heavenfell]

[Oh she can give orders if that's what he wants.]

I acknowledge you; general, sword or punk-ass kid. If the time comes when I need you, Nanatsusaya, I will order you to my side.

[neverbeentogeorgia]

[ Don't be a bad influence, Alexiel, he's already the devil!! ]

That's a great deal of confidence you have that I'll come running, considering I'm none of those things anymore.

[heavenfell]

[...way too late.]

I trust you. [Besides...] If I'm gored or torn to pieces, you know that won't be the end of me.

[neverbeentogeorgia]

That is true, yes.

[ a pause ]

Have you met the captain or general that you serve under yet?

[heavenfell]

I have not. I await my first assignment. Until then, I suppose I keep an eye on the perimeter.

[Which is easy to do when you can fly.]