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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[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?

[tenchinomatsuro]

Tachi lets out a growl. Small growl. Never liked interrogation; observation, witnessing, those are good ways of information. People are stupid. They talk and don't listen and don't get it. Tachi has little patience.

"Not an Archangel. Not Death. Not Vengeance." Head quirks. She's slow - not Knowledge. Not quite as simple, as trusting, as a Children's Angel. And oblivious to the death which Tachi must still stink of. "Guardian?"

[2ndchanceacharm]

Grace takes a tiny step backwards at the sound of the growl, even if it's only a small growl. Something about Tachi makes her... edgy. Nervous. Then again, the fact that it's Tachi might just be enough, even knowing nothing about Tachi.

"Yeees... Does it matter?"