An Angel's Wings [log]
Who: Rakka Inoue [pronetostatic] & Misha Seraphinus [the_su_girl].
Where: Misha's apartment room.
When: The evening of September 21st, after Misha's little outing with Sparda.
Summary: Misha comes home after a tiring day and encounters more surprises, much to her chagrin.
Notes: Comments prevent your supernatural winged character's wings from turning black/and or white.
It was evening time when Misha finally returned back to her apartment room, exhausted by the day’s events. She walked through the door, giving a sleepy “I’m hoooooome, su~” to announce her return, before wandering over to the couch and flopping over on it, her crossbow abandoned by the front door.
Poking her head into the room, Rakka called, “Welcome home! Dinner’s almost rea-”
Stopping abruptly, her smile vanished from her face as she stared at Misha’s exposed wings. At a glance, they seemed perfectly normal, but to Rakka’s eyes...
There was no mistaking it. Amongst the white, she could definitely see black feathers.
“So, eh-heh-heh... Um, how was your day?” she stalled, moving cautiously closer to Misha for a better look at her wings. Rakka’s fears were confirmed: the dark splotches were even more visible now, and she could have sworn she’d seen them spreading. She bit her lip, a lump forming in her throat.
Why Misha? She hasn’t done anything wrong... Has she?
“Aah, it was pwetty funny-wun, su,” Misha replied, smiling, oblivious to her wings. “I met Sparda-san on th’ way to the parky-wark. He asked me if I’d come alongies an’ help him get ridda some demon-wemons, so I went with ‘um. I think I did pretty goody-wood, su. Then I talked with Sparda-san a wittle bit.” She shifted a little. “Whew! I’m so tired-wired, su.”
“Oh... Eh-heh, I’m really happy to hear that!” Rakka laughed, a false, uneasy sound. Swallowing with some difficulty and preparing herself for what was to happen, she ventured, “Um, hey, Misha... Have you... By any chance, noticed anything strange about your wings today...?”
“Ma wingies, su?” Misha said, tilting her head back to look at them. “Can’t see nothin’...” She extended them, making them larger, and also enhancing the black feathers amongst the white mass. Her eyes widened, and she looked to Rakka, on the verge of tears.
“SUUUUUUU! What happened ta my wingies, su?! Why’re they...why’re they goin’ blacky-wack?! Suuuuuuuuu!!” she wailed.
All Rakka could do was hug the crying Misha comfortingly, memories of her struggles in Glie flooding back. Detaching the girl from her momentarily, Rakka focused and, after a minute, conjured up a bottle of a strange reddish substance in her hands. Setting it down, she hurried off to find a suitably soft cloth and returned with it upon doing so.
“This might sting a little,” Rakka warned her, pouring the dye onto the cloth and beginning to spread it over Misha’s wings. “...At least, it hurt for me, but I did more damage to my wings...”
“Suuu... What’re ya doin’?” Misha asked warily, the sudden shock of her wings turning black now easing into more exhausted confusion. “An’...an’ what happened ta you? What’s goin’ onnies?”
“Reki taught me this a long time ago,” Rakka explained. “It’s to cover the dark spots. Once, this happened to me, too.”
Biting her lip again and looking down for a moment, she continued, “Reki... She called it being ‘sinbound’. Every now and then, if something happened in their past life that was so terrible they couldn’t be blessed by Glie, a haibane would be born with black wings. My wings were gray when I was born, but... I lost a really good friend, and I got so depressed that my wings started turning black.” Rakka paused, confused. “But I don’t think that's what caused your wings to go black, and you’re not a haibane at all... Maybe there are different forms of it? I wish I knew...”
“S-sinbound, su...?” Misha said, looking fearful for a moment. “I...I’m not sinbound, am I’s?”
With little other reassurance to give, Rakka awkwardly patted Misha on the head. “You’ll be okay,” she smiled weakly. “I know it. You have to stay strong! Reki and I both got better, and so will you, and you’ll be just fine! So... Please don’t be sad... Okay?”
“Okies, su...” Misha said. She looked down at her feet and sighed deeply. There was a nagging in the back of her mind that said that she knew how an angel’s wings could turn black, but she couldn’t remember at all... Something to do with demons.
And then her eyes widened, the sudden realization sweeping over her so quickly that she bolted upright in her seat. “Oooh! Present-chan! Present-chan! I...I think I knows why my wingies are turnin’ blackies! Suu!”
“Really?!” Rakka asked incredulously, disregarding the nickname entirely in favor of more important matters. “What is it?”
“In Heaven-Weaven, they taught mes dat an angel’s wingies can go blackies if they’re friendy-windies wit demons!” she exclaimed, ecstatic at the revelation. Although it wasn’t word-for-word (it would have really been “if an angel allies itself with demons, its wings will turn black”), it seemed to suffice well enough.
“An’...an’...I’m friendies wit Sparda-san an’ Vergil-kun an’ Dante-kun! Oh noooooo, su!” she bawled. “Uwah, I don’t wanna hafta be enemies withies thems!”
It really was a bit of a predicament. “...I don’t want to be enemies with them, either,” Rakka admitted, fidgeting uncertainly. “In Glie, I was taught to always help others, no matter who they were... Shouldn’t demons count too? So confusing...”
“Wah... I wonder if Heaven knows how ta fixies it?” Misha mused, frowning doubtfully. “I don’t wanna have black wingies forevers!”
“You won’t!” Rakka declared, fierce determination in her eyes. “I promise!”
“O-okies, su...” Misha replied sullenly, fidgeting with a black feather on one of her wings. “Can’t I just pluckies them outs? Suuu?”
On impulse, Rakka smacked Misha lightly on her head. “No! Don’t even think about it!” she scolded. “If you do that, it’ll never get better...”
“Eeeep!” Misha wailed, ducking and covering her head at Rakka’s light smack. There were moments like these when Rakka actually reminded her somewhat of Sasha... Strict, though absolutely right.
“Well, ums...” Peering up at Rakka tentatively through her fingers, she said, “is there anythings we can does?”
“I don’t know how to fix it for good,” Rakka admitted disappointedly. “Your case is really different than mine. But the dye will hide it after a few more treatments, so until then, I guess we just have to figure out how to get rid of it permanently.”
Misha nodded. “Okies...”
Where: Misha's apartment room.
When: The evening of September 21st, after Misha's little outing with Sparda.
Summary: Misha comes home after a tiring day and encounters more surprises, much to her chagrin.
Notes: Comments prevent your supernatural winged character's wings from turning black/and or white.
It was evening time when Misha finally returned back to her apartment room, exhausted by the day’s events. She walked through the door, giving a sleepy “I’m hoooooome, su~” to announce her return, before wandering over to the couch and flopping over on it, her crossbow abandoned by the front door.
Poking her head into the room, Rakka called, “Welcome home! Dinner’s almost rea-”
Stopping abruptly, her smile vanished from her face as she stared at Misha’s exposed wings. At a glance, they seemed perfectly normal, but to Rakka’s eyes...
There was no mistaking it. Amongst the white, she could definitely see black feathers.
“So, eh-heh-heh... Um, how was your day?” she stalled, moving cautiously closer to Misha for a better look at her wings. Rakka’s fears were confirmed: the dark splotches were even more visible now, and she could have sworn she’d seen them spreading. She bit her lip, a lump forming in her throat.
Why Misha? She hasn’t done anything wrong... Has she?
“Aah, it was pwetty funny-wun, su,” Misha replied, smiling, oblivious to her wings. “I met Sparda-san on th’ way to the parky-wark. He asked me if I’d come alongies an’ help him get ridda some demon-wemons, so I went with ‘um. I think I did pretty goody-wood, su. Then I talked with Sparda-san a wittle bit.” She shifted a little. “Whew! I’m so tired-wired, su.”
“Oh... Eh-heh, I’m really happy to hear that!” Rakka laughed, a false, uneasy sound. Swallowing with some difficulty and preparing herself for what was to happen, she ventured, “Um, hey, Misha... Have you... By any chance, noticed anything strange about your wings today...?”
“Ma wingies, su?” Misha said, tilting her head back to look at them. “Can’t see nothin’...” She extended them, making them larger, and also enhancing the black feathers amongst the white mass. Her eyes widened, and she looked to Rakka, on the verge of tears.
“SUUUUUUU! What happened ta my wingies, su?! Why’re they...why’re they goin’ blacky-wack?! Suuuuuuuuu!!” she wailed.
All Rakka could do was hug the crying Misha comfortingly, memories of her struggles in Glie flooding back. Detaching the girl from her momentarily, Rakka focused and, after a minute, conjured up a bottle of a strange reddish substance in her hands. Setting it down, she hurried off to find a suitably soft cloth and returned with it upon doing so.
“This might sting a little,” Rakka warned her, pouring the dye onto the cloth and beginning to spread it over Misha’s wings. “...At least, it hurt for me, but I did more damage to my wings...”
“Suuu... What’re ya doin’?” Misha asked warily, the sudden shock of her wings turning black now easing into more exhausted confusion. “An’...an’ what happened ta you? What’s goin’ onnies?”
“Reki taught me this a long time ago,” Rakka explained. “It’s to cover the dark spots. Once, this happened to me, too.”
Biting her lip again and looking down for a moment, she continued, “Reki... She called it being ‘sinbound’. Every now and then, if something happened in their past life that was so terrible they couldn’t be blessed by Glie, a haibane would be born with black wings. My wings were gray when I was born, but... I lost a really good friend, and I got so depressed that my wings started turning black.” Rakka paused, confused. “But I don’t think that's what caused your wings to go black, and you’re not a haibane at all... Maybe there are different forms of it? I wish I knew...”
“S-sinbound, su...?” Misha said, looking fearful for a moment. “I...I’m not sinbound, am I’s?”
With little other reassurance to give, Rakka awkwardly patted Misha on the head. “You’ll be okay,” she smiled weakly. “I know it. You have to stay strong! Reki and I both got better, and so will you, and you’ll be just fine! So... Please don’t be sad... Okay?”
“Okies, su...” Misha said. She looked down at her feet and sighed deeply. There was a nagging in the back of her mind that said that she knew how an angel’s wings could turn black, but she couldn’t remember at all... Something to do with demons.
And then her eyes widened, the sudden realization sweeping over her so quickly that she bolted upright in her seat. “Oooh! Present-chan! Present-chan! I...I think I knows why my wingies are turnin’ blackies! Suu!”
“Really?!” Rakka asked incredulously, disregarding the nickname entirely in favor of more important matters. “What is it?”
“In Heaven-Weaven, they taught mes dat an angel’s wingies can go blackies if they’re friendy-windies wit demons!” she exclaimed, ecstatic at the revelation. Although it wasn’t word-for-word (it would have really been “if an angel allies itself with demons, its wings will turn black”), it seemed to suffice well enough.
“An’...an’...I’m friendies wit Sparda-san an’ Vergil-kun an’ Dante-kun! Oh noooooo, su!” she bawled. “Uwah, I don’t wanna hafta be enemies withies thems!”
It really was a bit of a predicament. “...I don’t want to be enemies with them, either,” Rakka admitted, fidgeting uncertainly. “In Glie, I was taught to always help others, no matter who they were... Shouldn’t demons count too? So confusing...”
“Wah... I wonder if Heaven knows how ta fixies it?” Misha mused, frowning doubtfully. “I don’t wanna have black wingies forevers!”
“You won’t!” Rakka declared, fierce determination in her eyes. “I promise!”
“O-okies, su...” Misha replied sullenly, fidgeting with a black feather on one of her wings. “Can’t I just pluckies them outs? Suuu?”
On impulse, Rakka smacked Misha lightly on her head. “No! Don’t even think about it!” she scolded. “If you do that, it’ll never get better...”
“Eeeep!” Misha wailed, ducking and covering her head at Rakka’s light smack. There were moments like these when Rakka actually reminded her somewhat of Sasha... Strict, though absolutely right.
“Well, ums...” Peering up at Rakka tentatively through her fingers, she said, “is there anythings we can does?”
“I don’t know how to fix it for good,” Rakka admitted disappointedly. “Your case is really different than mine. But the dye will hide it after a few more treatments, so until then, I guess we just have to figure out how to get rid of it permanently.”
Misha nodded. “Okies...”