Life is as hard and as easy as they say, walking the steps we've chosen on this day...

[2ndchanceacharm]

Grace is thirty today. She doesn't look it, but that's what happens when you're an angel and have always been small for your age anyway. It's the first birthday she's had that her dad didn't at least call her - not that he exactly could anyway, now

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[nothingsodivine]

Des, honestly, doesn't know it's Grace's birthday or else he seriously would have bought her a gift or maybe a little cake or something as a peace offering. Honestly, he really should be past the point of offering those, but... Things keep happening. Their relationship? It's a special one.

He's not really expecting her when he comes through the park- really, he wasn't expecting anyone considering it's the park after dark and he was just on his way back to the house. (Given the nature of his encounters in the house, he felt it best if he left it for a little while to burn off steam.)

He almost falls into step beside her, but figures that would be creepy and just sort of... Hangs back and calls out to her, "You come here often? I think the park has a certain allure, but the threat of possible death at the hands of whatever the hell's lurking in the shadows adds a certain je n'est ce quoi to it, you know?"

Yes, Grace, your ward is a smartass.

[2ndchanceacharm]

Grace jumps a little at the sound of his voice and flips her phone shut yet again with a little yelp as she spins around to face him. Jesus. Just Des. She hadn't even noticed him getting closer, which goes to show that she's not really paying attention to things she probably should right now.

"I have a gun," she says, and it's hard to tell whether that's a defense or a threat. "And it's right next to the hotel." Like that makes it any better. Well, maybe relatively. At least it's more angel territory than demon.

[nothingsodivine]

"Are you telling me you have a gun because you think you're going to have to shoot me?" Des tilts his head to the side in complete and utter confusion, but then he remembers that... Oh yeah, there was a guy running around and killing people with his face, wasn't there?

He takes a step closer, which might not be the best thing to do under the circumstance, but whatever. "Maybe we need to get a password or something in case someone else decides that it might be a good idea to kill women with my face. In the meantime, it's me. Des. Your ward. Who you really shouldn't shoot."

He might just be being facetious now, but when is he not?

"Any particular reason you're taking a moonlit stroll? Or am I interrupting something." He nods at the phone. "If your date stood you up, I'm available to kick their ass."

[2ndchanceacharm]

Grace just stares at him as he goes on about shooting him and people stealing his face, resisting the urge to smack him or something, but instead she just waits until he winds down to say anything.

"I know it's you. I can tell the difference, believe it or not." The proximity of the bond kind of makes it pretty obvious, now that she's paying attention. "And-"

Grace stops, glances down at her phone, and then shoves it in her pants pocket quickly. "What? No! I was just... thinking. About things. And I hadn't left the hotel in a while, and I thought I should probably... get some air."

[tenchinomatsuro]

Tenchi is in the park. Staking out the Conrad. Watching, waiting.

A young Archangel - boy, still not innocent, never innocent - is in the bushes nearby. White blood pooling on the ground. Didn't scream. Didn't have time.

Tachi's hands are dirty. Bits of grass and mud where she wiped them down. Moved away from the body, away from the scene, watching the Conrad. He might not be missed. Might be missed soon. Tachi has to watch, has to observe, has to understand the Conrad, the system of Romana's command.

Big enemies. Strong.

So there's an angel, wings-out, moving through the night. Sees Grace. Watches her too. Wonders if she's Conrad, if she's Angel, Archangel. Still has the knives.

Never too late for a kill.

[2ndchanceacharm]

Grace's night vision isn't the best - spending a good portion of your life staring at text books and that's bound to happen. So she doesn't notice the dirty on Tachi's hands, not yet. The wings are a bit hard to miss, though, and Grace flips her phone closed, a little unnerved by the way the other angel's staring at her.

"Hi?" Yes, that's definitely a question.

[tenchinomatsuro]

Tachi acknowledges the question in that wings move, just out, just in. Gesture. not exactly unfriendly. Angel, yes. With Tachi's wings out, the eyes tell her. Definitely angel, beyond a doubt.

"What are you?" Simple questions. No need for "who". Doesn't look like an archangel. Doesn't look like a hunter. "What do you know about the Conrad?"

[2ndchanceacharm]

Grace blinks. "I'm sorry, what?" She doesn't often get people asking what she is. It's more than a little disconcerting. "I live there. Why?"

Angel this girl may be, but she's really weirding Grace out. Or... she doesn't have to be an angel, Grace supposes. Demons have wings too, don't they?