in all my life all i wanted was the keeping of someone like you
The video was posted to Youtube. It immediately got taken down for violating their Terms of Service, and the account was reported to the authorities. Most people thought it was a hoax. Some new movie or something. Others said it just felt too real. Either way, it went viral, even without Youtube's help. Then the news picked it up, and well... it
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But the smirk disappears when she mentions the others in the city. "Yeah I know. I am worried. For all of them. And so fucking furious that they have to be scared right now."
He likes her easy violence, not necessarily for itself but because it's a sign of a person who wants to get shit done. That's exactly what he needs right now-- someone as full of rage as he is. He doesn't want to have to calm down for someone else's sake.
And yet again, the more she talks the more he realizes he doesn't know a thing about this place. "No, I don't plan on hitting anybody who's not trying to kill me first." That seems like a no-brainer, but it also seems like the answer is important to her, so he'll humour her. She seems to have quite a fixation on making sure no girls get hurt... "What's a Calling?" He can even hear the capital C in that. God there's so much shit he doesn't know.
He grasps her bloody hand with his dirty hand and gives her a firm handshake. If she doesn't mind then neither does he. "Yeah I really fucking do," is the clear answer to that.
He doesn't even know her name and he's already making killing pacts with her. Yeah, this is going to work out just fine.
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She tilts her head to the side, "Well.. when angels and stuff are born, we're like, born human? We don't turn into angels until our sixteenth birthday. It kinda hurts and stuff - since it changes your blood, body temperature and you get wings," she jabs a thumb over her shoulder at her wings with a grin.
"But I didn't, like, mind it. Um... the way it, like, works out, the things that happen in your life before-hand influence what kind of angel you'll be and Calling you get. Like, um, protective people become Guardian Angels or smart people become Angels of Knowledge, I guess." she shrugs, she's not entirely sure, but she thinks that's how it works anyway.
"I'm an Archangel. Our Calling is to hunt and kill Demons," she pauses there and chooses not to get into why some turn into Archangels. It's not something she talks about. Most people figure out that the reason is something bad, anyway. It still hurts. Nearly thirty years and it still hurts.
Dylan flashes a row of teeth in a sort of cheshire cat grin as he takes her hand. "Awesooooome!" she laughs. Well, he feels Human, like, he has a normal body temperature. But there's something off about him. His voice inparticular sounds weird. Like it's not.. that... Human? Milesy doesn't sound like that. But, not all Wanderers are the same, right? So then... maybe..
She tilts her head to one side, "Like... um, what are you Wanderer Boy? Cos, um... well, you seem.. or, well, sound... different or something.." Yep, you're going to be called Wanderer Boy from now on, Saul. Dylan has a habit of giving nicknames to some of the people she meets.
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He sits back against the brick wall before answering her question. It's kind of sudden, but he's getting the impression that that's simply how conversations with this angel are. "Yeah, I'm different." He pauses, wondering how well she'll process this, whether or not she'll believe him. "Rat," he answers finally. "Half rat. And the name's Saul, by the way." Not that he's picky about the nickname, it's simply an invitation for her to give him something other than 'angel girl' to call her by.
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"I like being an Arch. We're a lot stronger than other angels. Which is always super awesome," she tells him with a grin.
Well, she wasn't like, um... expecting that. She tilts her head to the side in confusion and almost curiousity with a small frown at her brow. "Well, Wanderer Boy..." she stops herself and purses her lips for a few moments. She reeeeally likes her nicknames for people; it's almost a habit and get out of calling people by them isn't very easy. It's almost a stuggle. "Saul," she nods to herself, still frowning. "That's... well, um, that's new,"
Dylan looks at him, almost in a sort of examination. She even prods his arm. "You look like a Human," It's a bit strange for her, maybe it's just all on the inside. "Nope, you don't have a tail or like, anything and stuff," She's amused by it all, in all honesty.
"Sorry, I'm... um... new with Wanderers. You're a Wanderer, right? I think. Um. I haven't come across many until I came to Chicago. There's lots and lots of different people here!" she wrings her hands awkwardly, frowning once more.
"I'm Dylan!" she informs him brightly, she's proud of her name It's not her real name, of course. But she forgot her real name a long time ago. "Like Bob!" She hopes he gets it. Most don't. Which makes her super sad.
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When she pokes at his greasy arm, he lets his head fall back against the wall with a dull thud and closes his eyes with just a tiny bit of exasperation. Yeah, by now he's sort of half-expecting to have to explain the appearance whenever he meets someone new. Maybe someday he'll have a speech worked out and everything. Or business cards. "No, I don't. My... dad looks human too. But he's a rat. Been a rat for like a thousand years. Maybe more. Each kind of animal picks a leader from one of their own, right? And I guess over time they just. End up looking human." He shrugs, because he's not sure exactly how it works himself. "Magic shit is complicated and weird. And yeah I'm a Wanderer. It's okay, there's not that many people around who've seen anything like me before." He looks back at her and gives a reassuring smile. "Fuck, I've never seen anything like you before either. Not any kind of angel, let alone an Archangel."
He looks at her a bit puzzled, kind of like she was just moments ago. "So you're named after Bob Dylan?" And then a pause, and a big teasing smirk. "Well, you sure don't look like Bob Dylan."
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"Huh, so like... how's um, that working out for you?" she asks with an amused look. "You look a little bit on the skinny side, if you ask me," Says the stick-insect of a girl who honestly forgets to eat a great deal of the time. No, really. She actually does. It's a wonder how she's still alive, sometimes.
She giggles, "We're like, all around. And.. like... we can tell who you are, but, um, you can't tell who we are. You're bound to meet some more of us and stuff, especially um, after that video," she tells him. "We can hide these, y'know.." she indicates to her wings with a smile. That reminds her. She's probably ruined her dress now. Dammit.
Dylan pouts at him and folds her arm across her chest. She doesn't take him seriously, but she's always one for being over-dramatic. "I chose it!" she informs him. She rolls her eyes and grins mischeviously, "Well duh! I'm a girl you know!"
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"No, I didn't know that at all," he says, a little more serious now, even though she's not. "If you can hide your wings and spot Wanderers, that changes the game entirely. Do you have to see one to know, or can you feel them even if you can't see them? And... you all can fly with those things, right?" That seems to be a bit more of a side note, but it's important when you spend a large part of your time on rooftops.
He tilts his head and adds a less dire question with a little smile. "So then what about the Bob made you take his name? You a big fan?" It's not his kind of scene at all, but he's got respect for the talent.
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"We have to like, see a person to tell what they are. We can tell who's an angel, who's a supe, who's a Wanderer and who's just an ordinary human. Um... demons are much harder to pick out. There's just generally something strange about them - but we work it out eventually," She shakes her head furiously when asked if she can fly, "Don't believe everything you read in comic books y'know," she tells him. It would be pretty awesome to fly, almost a bonus, in fact. "With our wings out, we're more stronger and faster and stuff. That's um, about it,"
Dylan rubs the side of her face awkwardly and falls silent for a few moments. "I guess," she answers briefly with a small shrug of her shoulders. She looks down at her injured hand and begins to pick at the coagulated blood on her knuckles. "My Mom liked him," she says quietly, biting down on her lower lip for a few moments. "She's... um, she's..." she shakes her head.
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Good, they have to see him. That gives him something he can use. It's nice to know the enemy doesn't have all the fucking advantages. And. What? "Wait, so you all have these wings and you can't even fly? Like penguins? What stupid twist of evolution is that?" What the hell. Even Loplop can fly, and that mad fucker doesn't even have proper wings. "No offense, Dylan, that's just kind of unfair isn't it?"
And now he's stumbled onto a sore subject, obviously. Fuck. Family's incredibly important, he knows that. But man can it be painful to bring up. They've got that in common. "Sorry. I didn't know." He says it quietly, and tries to come up with what people say in situations like this, things that make the other person feel a little better. "It's a really cool name though." And that's all he's got. Sometimes the right words just don't even exist.
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"I've always been like this. I move around a lot and stuff. I guess... I, well... I forget to eat. When I'm hunting, I forget to take care of myself sometimes. It's no big deal, like, once I've killed whoever I'm hunting - I'm okay again," Like how she spent nearly twenty bucks on strawberries and sat in Grant Park all afternoon. That was fun!
She looks amused for a few moments, "It's not something I've really, like, thought about. Um, our wings just make us even stronger when they're out. But nope, no flying..." she turns her head and peers over her shoulder to look at them. "I think it would be pretty fun to fly, though!" she says with an smile.
Dylan swallows hard and remains still for a few moments. She misses her mother terribly. She'd do anything to see her again. "It's... um, okay.. I don't remember much, it happened nearly thirty years ago.." Dylan knows this is a lie. She remembers it all too well. Dates and times are lost on her - but she remembers the attack as clear as day. It's probably not a big lie to others, but it's a big one for her personally. Angels can't lie - she seems to forget this.
She flinches, a sudden wave of pain coursing through her head as if someone slammed her head into a wall. She utters a barely audible, "Ow, fuck.." and rubs at her temple with small frown. "Um... thank you, I know she'd like it. Or maybe she'd be annoyed for like, not using my real name.. I dunno, maybe it would be a bit of both?" If she could even remember what on earth that was. She's sure it's something that began with an E. But she'd not certain.
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He really can't believe that Angels can't fly. This is something that's going to bother him for a while. It is hilariously absurd. It's good to know, though, that chances are in his favor that neither Angels nor Demons are going to be able to get the drop on him when he's up on some roof.
'Angels plus lying equals pain' is not an equation he's learned yet, so he gives her a concerned look. "You okay?"
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