Owl to Jaime and closed RP for the angels (Time for them to update their canon!)
Jaime,
Just letting you know that I'll be gone for a while. There's someone somewhere that needs a guardian angel, and they picked me. I'll be back in a few days. Try not to miss me too much. :)
xxx
Lola
After having sent the owl off, Lola grabbed her belongings and hurried down. Michael had arranged for a time flight to come pick up everyone, but it had to be done outside the school grounds for some reason. He'd said it had to do with all the magical disturbances in the atmosphere, but Lola hadn't quite understood the mechanics around it. Presumably you had to be an archangel to really do.
She jogged out into the chilly Scotland air and instantly spotted Brice and Mel. They were standing there, as ready as they could be, though Brice seemed tenser than usual and Mel was clearly worried. Lola wished, not for the first time, that she could go on the same mission as her friends. It shouldn’t be too difficult, though? They just had to escort a reincarnated bodhisattva to his new place of education, with the monks in the northern part of India, where he’d learn everything he needed to learn to hopefully bring world peace to the 21st century...
Yeah, no problem at all. To add an extra amount of fretting to the equation, little Obi was only four years old, and Lola knew he was a particular favourite of Mel's. Brice was attached to the little guy too, as much as a very macho and obviously suave and cool teenage guy could be to a preschooler.
"You ready?" Mel asked quietly, smiling as well as she could.
Lola gave her best friend and soulmate a sweet smile back, trying to calm herself down. "Carita, we'll be back before we know it." She squeezed Mel's hand. "Older and wiser. Just don't get PODS slime on my boots."
That at least elicited a grim grin from Brice and a wan giggle from Mel. The girls hugged, and then parted, Mel's hands fiddling with her tags, Lola double-checking that she had everything. Brice was just staring into space, a muscle moving in his cheek. The prospect of Hell interference was doubly worse for him; even if he was better at sniffing out Dark agents than most angels, deserting the Powers of Darkness meant they were keener than usual to ruin their mission.
In the sticky, uncomfortable silence, Lola felt a shimmer go through her body, like she was rising into the air. Michael. Being in the presence of an archangel never gets old. He materialised in front of the three, and smiled, crumpled suit and tired eyes not having a single affect on his peaceful vibe. The air suddenly felt easier to breathe, and it smelled of lilacs. Heaven.
"Ah, yes," said Michael. "Good that you are all here... Is everyone ready?"