A New Skin [OPEN]
WHO: Angela and OPEN
WHERE: The Streets of the City
WHEN: Sunday Night
WARNINGS: I doubt it?
SUMMARY: Still not entirely comfortable in her human form, Angela decides to try patrolling the city from the ground.
FORMAT: Anything!
Taking advantage of the cover offered by the shadows, Angela landed in the alleyway and caped her wings. She patrolled the city every night. Occasionally her father accompanied her, but she frequently took to the air alone. She couldn't abide inaction. As grateful as she was to Elisa for providing her with a safe place to spend the day, she found that she didn't enjoy spending the night in the apartment. Without something to distract her, her thoughts drifted inexorably back to Manhattan and the missing members of the clan.
Perhaps she should join the police force. That would certainly make it easier for her to help people, even if the officers could hardly replace Broadway and the others. It was difficult - no, it was impossible - to protect an entire city alone ...
Brushing back a piece of her dark hair with a claw, Angela conceded that it was even more difficult to protect a city when you were trying to hide who you truly were. Although she knew that the people here were used to all manner of people, the habits she had developed in her own world were not easy to break. Though she did have another form she could take advantage of, didn't she?
As soon as she'd succeeded in returning to her gargoyle form, Angela had made no real attempt to test the human form granted to her by the transporter. It had felt too strange. But it would be useful to know it's limitations a little better.
Concentrating carefully, Angela ... changed. She should have brought a change of clothes with her - her usual outfit didn't look right on a human body - but, for now, she would simply see how the city looked from down here. She was used to seeing things from the air, remaining close to the rooftops. It was strange to see the city from the ground.
Stepping out of the alleyway, the gargoyle - inside, at least - smiled. She was as excited as she was nervous.
WHERE: The Streets of the City
WHEN: Sunday Night
WARNINGS: I doubt it?
SUMMARY: Still not entirely comfortable in her human form, Angela decides to try patrolling the city from the ground.
FORMAT: Anything!
Taking advantage of the cover offered by the shadows, Angela landed in the alleyway and caped her wings. She patrolled the city every night. Occasionally her father accompanied her, but she frequently took to the air alone. She couldn't abide inaction. As grateful as she was to Elisa for providing her with a safe place to spend the day, she found that she didn't enjoy spending the night in the apartment. Without something to distract her, her thoughts drifted inexorably back to Manhattan and the missing members of the clan.
Perhaps she should join the police force. That would certainly make it easier for her to help people, even if the officers could hardly replace Broadway and the others. It was difficult - no, it was impossible - to protect an entire city alone ...
Brushing back a piece of her dark hair with a claw, Angela conceded that it was even more difficult to protect a city when you were trying to hide who you truly were. Although she knew that the people here were used to all manner of people, the habits she had developed in her own world were not easy to break. Though she did have another form she could take advantage of, didn't she?
As soon as she'd succeeded in returning to her gargoyle form, Angela had made no real attempt to test the human form granted to her by the transporter. It had felt too strange. But it would be useful to know it's limitations a little better.
Concentrating carefully, Angela ... changed. She should have brought a change of clothes with her - her usual outfit didn't look right on a human body - but, for now, she would simply see how the city looked from down here. She was used to seeing things from the air, remaining close to the rooftops. It was strange to see the city from the ground.
Stepping out of the alleyway, the gargoyle - inside, at least - smiled. She was as excited as she was nervous.