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[painted_angel]

Enter a girl, in her late teens. She could be perfectly normal, though she is wearing flying leathers and two white wings that are larger than she is protrude from her back. Her smile is quiet and her eyes are bright as she looks about. She tucks her flute case into her satchel and then perches on a stool.I suppose an introduction is in order. I am

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[angeloffire_]

*...blinks, then grins sheepishly* Hi. I really do think everyone here was born for the sole purpose of confusing the hell out of me. *holds out a hand* 'm Xathanael Hades. Charmed, maybe. I guess you can't really know.

[painted_angel]

*tilts her head to one side* Born to confuse you? I don't think that you were exactly on my parents' minds when I was conceived or birthed. *takes his hand and, yeah, shaking, whoo* Why can't you really know?

[angeloffire_]

*cheerfully* Oh, now I feel neglected and unloved. *shrugs slightly* You could be an evil temptress from the seventh circle of Hades -- look, I, too, can make bad puns.

[painted_angel]

Well, you must understand, when they're together, only ocassionally does anyone else exist. It's why the twins are so brain-damaged. Mother and Father got a bit distracted once while they were learning to fly, and the rest is history. *look of utter amusion* I don't know that evil is exactly the word...

[angeloffire_]

...One of those couples, then. *grins* Disgusting. *and tilts his head slightly, stealing glances at her wings every other minute* What's the word, then?

[painted_angel]

Oh, it's rather romantic and adorable, really. *totally smiling, yes* You know, I'm not quite sure. Any suggestions?

[angeloffire_]

But disgustingly. *wise nod* *then tilts his head a little further* ... I was thinking "fluffy."

[painted_angel]

At times. *blinks* ...Fluffy?

[angeloffire_]

My parents are kind of like that, except they're both insane. *nods again* Fluffy. *gestures at the wings*

[painted_angel]

Aren't all parents insane? *looks at one of them* Yes, but -- fluffy? How do you figure that?

[angeloffire_]

Mine are insane in an entirely different way. You're not an officer of the law, are you? *shrugs* They're white. And big. And kind of sparkly. So, fluffy.

[painted_angel]

The insanity is always in an entirely different way, except when the types of insanity start repeating themselves. And no, I'm not. ...I still don't see how you get fluffy, but if it works for you... *shrugs*

[angeloffire_]

In that case. My father's the "psychotic murderer" type of insane. They're fluffy and I'll argue it to the death, dammit.

[painted_angel]

Lovely. And your mother? Oh, no, we can't have you dying. I surrender. They're fluffy. Uncle Gabriel's are fluffier, though.

[angeloffire_]

*blinks* Haven't got one. Dad's the archangel Gabriel, though. Are we related and no one told me, or are you from the, er, other dimension? Quick, are Gabriel and Raphael best friends or have they declared undying love?

[painted_angel]

*rather automatically* He's not the archangel anymore, and -- *this is a verbal keyboardmash* Best friends? Undying love? Uncle Gabriel called down a thunderbolt from heaven to smite Raphael. *there is, of course, the glareygrowly at Raphael's name*