As it so happens, Malek and Anya are taking a stroll through it, because they ain't got parks like this in Cicero. They're chattering animatedly - well, Malek is chattering animatedly, and Anya is looking amused and a bit embarrassed to be seen with him - in the odd, half-dialectical jumbled-together English they adopt with each other, liberally sprinkled with Arabic and Chamorro. Malek is peering around, grinning indiscriminately.
He catches sight of Aria and waves more because it's nice to see other happy people than because he knows or recognizes her. And, of course, seeing as none of the three of them have their wings out and can't recognize each other for what species they are... this may be interesting.
Interesting indeed, Aria is fairly sane about demons but she's still got those hunting and chasing instincts around demons... And she'll never say no to a good hunt, with prey that she probably won't fall for if she kills them.
But right now she knows nothing of any nearby demons and is feeling happy and sociable... Another miracle to add to Aria's slate.
So when Malek waves at her instead of hissing or glaring, she smiles even more brightly, gives a little wave back and strolls over with a contented smile still firmly in place... She probably won't be this happy again until she's Five hundred, not that she really has a chance of reaching five hundred considering how much of a miracle it is that she even got to one hundred.
Yeah, she's one of those stupidly obsessed vengeance angels who accidentally started a feud with several fairly old Behemoths that are still out searching for her, a definite miracle.
"Hello, lovely day isn't it?" And yet another… Let’s just stop counting now.
"Beautiful," Malek agrees. "Eh, don't get me wrong, nothin' compared to some days in, eh, Guam, Leb - still though. Nice day for a stroll." He shoves his hands into his pockets. It's odd how he can seem so cheerful, walking around like a great hulking 6'3 thug in all black and a shaved head, but Malek's just generally too genial to be threatening unless he's really up in arms. The fact that he has a tiny girl on his arm helps, too. "You just out, enjoyin' th'sun?"
Aria nods and shoves her hands in her pockets, still smiling fairly brightly “yeah, it’s mild compared to some days in France but it’s okay, a very nice day.”
Of course it would be a nice day for her even if the apocalypse was occurring, but she can’t very well start ranting about her hundredth birthday because she looks nowhere near a hundred… People would just stare.
And it would alert several people to her being a angel but that hasn’t occurred to Aria yet, she can be rather slow around matters that aren’t vengeance or somehow related to vengeance.
You see? Obsessed.
So obsessed that she’s trained enough to get to the point that nothing really scares her much, it’s either extreme bravery or extreme stupidity… Let’s go with the stupidity for now.
“Yeah, I’ve been stuck inside a lot lately so I’m taking any chances I can to get any sun” while not chasing madly after somebody, or being chased by somebody or… The life of Aria, she can never keep still.
"France!" Malek turns, elbowing Anya. "Always mean to take this kid there." He tilts his head at Aria. "Parlez-vous français?"
Even his French has a Lebanese accent.
He chuckles a the news that she's been cooped up. "No such luck for me," he says. "I've been runnin' all over this city. Odd jobs. Can't complain, though; solid work, good place to say. Not the worst life t'ave."
Aria grins and almost bounces at the sound of French, she speaks a little French (she’s been there for about eighty years, it’s inevitable that she’d learn to speak some French) and she hasn’t heard it for so long.
It reminds her of her old life, where she only really interacted with other angels… Yes, she’s a bit of a snob, do forgive her.
“Ouais, parlez-vous beaucoup français?” she asks with another smile that faintly screams glee and then shrugs casually “sounds quite nice to me, I’ve been stuck inside for ages, first I got injured, then I decided to take a holiday and then my… commitments kept me inside... Really I only got out again a few days ago after a whole month of being inside.”
And fairly torturing a good amount of basement residents by glaring and hissing, she’s not… Okay so she is but she has… No excuse.
"Je suis né au Liban," he responds. "Mon père enseigné le français à moi. Ooh." He winces. "Can't imagine getting stuck indoors that long. Would've broke out a window and run, I think. Or get restless and start knockin' down walls."
He grins to Anya for a moment.
"Ah, manners! Oi, ya. Sorry. 'm Malek. This is Anya. She's kinda my kid sister." Adoptive, obviously, as they look nothing alike.
Let’s not talk about the several punching bags which will never be the same again thanks to Aria’s frustrated energies.
“Ah, it was horrible, I’m glad I can go out again” Aria wrinkles her nose in a irritated fashion that clearly shows that she’s starting to wonder why she came to Chicago… The answer is that she’s an insane Romana fangirl and several behemoths are hunting for her all over Europe.
“Oh! Yeah! I’m Aria, nice to meet both of you” for once she actually means it, for once she isn’t snapping at any new company and/or trying to melt their brains into a puddle of goo.
And she’s still smiling faintly too, it appears that parks and Aria work well together… Well, at least well enough to put Aria into one of her rare happy moods.
Rare in this case meaning: once in a lifetime, if lucky.
As it so happens, Malek and Anya are taking a stroll through it, because they ain't got parks like this in Cicero. They're chattering animatedly - well, Malek is chattering animatedly, and Anya is looking amused and a bit embarrassed to be seen with him - in the odd, half-dialectical jumbled-together English they adopt with each other, liberally sprinkled with Arabic and Chamorro. Malek is peering around, grinning indiscriminately.
He catches sight of Aria and waves more because it's nice to see other happy people than because he knows or recognizes her. And, of course, seeing as none of the three of them have their wings out and can't recognize each other for what species they are... this may be interesting.
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But right now she knows nothing of any nearby demons and is feeling happy and sociable... Another miracle to add to Aria's slate.
So when Malek waves at her instead of hissing or glaring, she smiles even more brightly, gives a little wave back and strolls over with a contented smile still firmly in place... She probably won't be this happy again until she's Five hundred, not that she really has a chance of reaching five hundred considering how much of a miracle it is that she even got to one hundred.
Yeah, she's one of those stupidly obsessed vengeance angels who accidentally started a feud with several fairly old Behemoths that are still out searching for her, a definite miracle.
"Hello, lovely day isn't it?" And yet another… Let’s just stop counting now.
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Of course it would be a nice day for her even if the apocalypse was occurring, but she can’t very well start ranting about her hundredth birthday because she looks nowhere near a hundred… People would just stare.
And it would alert several people to her being a angel but that hasn’t occurred to Aria yet, she can be rather slow around matters that aren’t vengeance or somehow related to vengeance.
You see? Obsessed.
So obsessed that she’s trained enough to get to the point that nothing really scares her much, it’s either extreme bravery or extreme stupidity… Let’s go with the stupidity for now.
“Yeah, I’ve been stuck inside a lot lately so I’m taking any chances I can to get any sun” while not chasing madly after somebody, or being chased by somebody or… The life of Aria, she can never keep still.
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Even his French has a Lebanese accent.
He chuckles a the news that she's been cooped up. "No such luck for me," he says. "I've been runnin' all over this city. Odd jobs. Can't complain, though; solid work, good place to say. Not the worst life t'ave."
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It reminds her of her old life, where she only really interacted with other angels… Yes, she’s a bit of a snob, do forgive her.
“Ouais, parlez-vous beaucoup français?” she asks with another smile that faintly screams glee and then shrugs casually “sounds quite nice to me, I’ve been stuck inside for ages, first I got injured, then I decided to take a holiday and then my… commitments kept me inside... Really I only got out again a few days ago after a whole month of being inside.”
And fairly torturing a good amount of basement residents by glaring and hissing, she’s not… Okay so she is but she has… No excuse.
She might just enjoy being mean.
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He grins to Anya for a moment.
"Ah, manners! Oi, ya. Sorry. 'm Malek. This is Anya. She's kinda my kid sister." Adoptive, obviously, as they look nothing alike.
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“Ah, it was horrible, I’m glad I can go out again” Aria wrinkles her nose in a irritated fashion that clearly shows that she’s starting to wonder why she came to Chicago… The answer is that she’s an insane Romana fangirl and several behemoths are hunting for her all over Europe.
“Oh! Yeah! I’m Aria, nice to meet both of you” for once she actually means it, for once she isn’t snapping at any new company and/or trying to melt their brains into a puddle of goo.
And she’s still smiling faintly too, it appears that parks and Aria work well together… Well, at least well enough to put Aria into one of her rare happy moods.
Rare in this case meaning: once in a lifetime, if lucky.
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