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The earth, and even the base where the angels live are constantly under attack, with short moments of rest in between. The angels' jobs are to protect the gateway, ultimately protecting the earth. Of course that doesn't always go as easily as planned.
At the angel's base that is located at the gates between earth and the spiritual realm chaos is never far away. Attack after attack are sent against the gate to flood the earth with all that is evil. But even outside of the attacks chaos is never far from them. Then again, what do you expect when you put a lot of people in an area and add special abilities in the mix.
This particular afternoon was just a day after the last attack. The angels up in the watchtowers had notified there might be a new wave ahead, but when it would strike, they weren't certain.
Outside of the main base there were still a few random creatures that still roamed about, but those on their own were rarely considered worth the effort to send a whole army at.
Knowing this Celestine walked on pins and needles, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice if she heard the alarm sound. During the last wave she had broken one of her main limiters, the one located at the base of her wings, so she now had to head over to the goldsmith.
"Mortimer, I'm in need of your help." She said as she entered his shop. It was empty now, save for one stocky guy with arms twice the size of his wings. Puny little things they were, he never got a rank, but on the other hand, it was his blessing as well. Larger wings would only have taken him away from his greatest talent, which was making the finest golden limiters the spiritual world had to offer.
"Heard you coming a mile away child, got just the things you need." Celestine's large amount of jewelry made her chime more than the bells at Christmas. "Broke a ring again?"
Celestine shook her head. "Nope. Wing base this time."
He nodded and got right to work.
Down in the eastern side of the camp the young woman clad like a roman lady walked. She walked nearly silently, her wrap draped over her head. Though she was a Master, she rarely participated in the fighting. This last time was no different. She was always present at the fighting, watching from the sidelines, and flew those who needed it the most back to the infirmary.
It's not that she couldn't fight, but there were always those needed to keep an eye out for the wounded. Those that partook in the healing wouldn't have time to go out and collect the damaged angels, so others shuttled that task.
"Oracle! When will the next attack happen?" A young angel who had reached just three inches short in beating his fellow element to the novice stage asked out of the blue, bringing Elegacy back from her thoughts.
"I am no fortuneteller, ill or good. Do not ask of this again." She said with a sharp tone. Being called an oracle was one thing, but rookies tended to want to believe that meant fortuneteller, which irked her even more.
She quickly passed him and continued on till she came across one of the more familiar faces she had seen over the past time.
"How do you fare?" She asked as she came closer. (Whoever wants to react)[/hr][/hr]
The earth, and even the base where the angels live are constantly under attack, with short moments of rest in between. The angels' jobs are to protect the gateway, ultimately protecting the earth. Of course that doesn't always go as easily as planned.
At the angel's base that is located at the gates between earth and the spiritual realm chaos is never far away. Attack after attack are sent against the gate to flood the earth with all that is evil. But even outside of the attacks chaos is never far from them. Then again, what do you expect when you put a lot of people in an area and add special abilities in the mix.
This particular afternoon was just a day after the last attack. The angels up in the watchtowers had notified there might be a new wave ahead, but when it would strike, they weren't certain.
Outside of the main base there were still a few random creatures that still roamed about, but those on their own were rarely considered worth the effort to send a whole army at.
Knowing this Celestine walked on pins and needles, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice if she heard the alarm sound. During the last wave she had broken one of her main limiters, the one located at the base of her wings, so she now had to head over to the goldsmith.
"Mortimer, I'm in need of your help." She said as she entered his shop. It was empty now, save for one stocky guy with arms twice the size of his wings. Puny little things they were, he never got a rank, but on the other hand, it was his blessing as well. Larger wings would only have taken him away from his greatest talent, which was making the finest golden limiters the spiritual world had to offer.
"Heard you coming a mile away child, got just the things you need." Celestine's large amount of jewelry made her chime more than the bells at Christmas. "Broke a ring again?"
Celestine shook her head. "Nope. Wing base this time."
He nodded and got right to work.
Down in the eastern side of the camp the young woman clad like a roman lady walked. She walked nearly silently, her wrap draped over her head. Though she was a Master, she rarely participated in the fighting. This last time was no different. She was always present at the fighting, watching from the sidelines, and flew those who needed it the most back to the infirmary.
It's not that she couldn't fight, but there were always those needed to keep an eye out for the wounded. Those that partook in the healing wouldn't have time to go out and collect the damaged angels, so others shuttled that task.
"Oracle! When will the next attack happen?" A young angel who had reached just three inches short in beating his fellow element to the novice stage asked out of the blue, bringing Elegacy back from her thoughts.
"I am no fortuneteller, ill or good. Do not ask of this again." She said with a sharp tone. Being called an oracle was one thing, but rookies tended to want to believe that meant fortuneteller, which irked her even more.
She quickly passed him and continued on till she came across one of the more familiar faces she had seen over the past time.
"How do you fare?" She asked as she came closer. (Whoever wants to react)[/hr][/hr]
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