Tenshi no Wakamae- A JoxJiro Feature
Well, not sure if this is that great of a time to be starting this, considering we've been kind of slow in our other rps, but I wanted to at least start this one before my ideas for the opening scene escape me.
Here's the plot (which Masaki so helpfully aided me with):
Basically, it's a battle between Heaven and Hell. The demons have found a way to get back into Heaven. All they need to do is find the Scepter of Seraphim (thanks for the name, Masa ^^) to have the power for Satan to re-enter and attempt to take over. One of the angels (Jiro) is sent on a mission to earth to find the Scepter and keep it safe from Satan's demons. Along with the help of the girl he is the guardian angel of (Jo), they go on an exciting adventure, filled with many foes and friends, across Japan.
Here are the roles:
Jo- 17 year-old high school girl and the objext of Jiro's guardianship and Jiro- A Cherubim well on his way to becoming a Seraphim, the main couple.
Teru- Satan's right-hand demon, sent to retrieve the Scepter
Masaki- one of Jo's school friends, gets captured by Teru along the way as means of blackmail towards Jo
Takuro- One of the Archangels, mentor to Jiro
Kiyoko- an expert in religious mythology and artifacts, aids Jiro and Jo in finding the Scepter
Hisashi- another demon, sent along to help Teru, used to be Jiro's best friend before he was banished to Hell
Nita- a demon hunter, after Teru and Hisashi once she discovers they are on Earth.
Tenshi no Wakamae
"Takuro, they're here!" Jiro sped through the gates calling frantically to the archangel. He glanced back over his shoulder, hearing the cries from his fellow angels, blood-curdling screams, and the cackling, cruel laughter from their intruders. He didn't have much time. Jiro finally saw Takuro standing atop the glistening steps. Despite the circumstances, his face was calm. His delicate features were soft. His glow, like a halo, highlighted his chin-length chestnut hair and warm brown eyes. His impressive wings fluttered, but his eyes showed no sign of fear. "I cannot find Michael or Gabriel! The demons...what if they have captured them?"
"My son, we mustn’t fear them. It's was Satan feeds on. It's how he gains his power. After all, he was once one of us; he is no more than we are.”
Jiro remembered clearly when God banished the archangel, Lucifer, from Heaven to reign over his own domain, Hell. He could not accept that God was all-powerful, that he would do His will for eternity. Lucifer wanted more. Hence, the day that Lucifer fell and became Satan was the day that hatred and greed were born.
The archangel could see the memory play throughout Jiro’s mind, yet his words had obviously had no soothing effect to reassure him. “There is still something troubling you,” Takuro began.
He was ashamed. “I am fearful, though I know I should not be.”
“I understand, my son,” the elder continued, descending the steps one by one. “You are worried about what will become of her.”
“If I cannot watch over her, who will protect her?”
The clatter of the demons making their way to the archangels’ haven was growing louder; they were getting closer with every passing second. Takuro’s expression grew serious. “Jiro, you must listen to me carefully. I must tell you what they are after. It is the Scepter of Seraphim. If they obtain it, then Satan along with all of the fallen angels will be able to enter the Heavenly Gates. They believe it is here among the archangels.”
“I thought the Scepter was just a myth,” said Jiro. A gate crashed. The demons were almost there.
“Remember this. You are about to be sent on a mission of the Lord. You are to locate the Scepter and keep it safe. Of course you will have guidance.”
The Cherubim shook his head in confusion. “But I wouldn’t know where to look…” He was interrupted mid-sentence.
“Look Hisashi, we’ve found the last of them. Oh, and a stray. Fancy that.”
“Teruhiko,” Takuro began with a steady voice. “I never would have imagined you to be in charge of such a task as rounding up the archangels.”
Teru’s jet-black, ragged remains of wings twitched. His dark eyes shot a glare at the angel. “Master has given me great opportunities as of late. The same for Hisashi. You remember him, do you not?”
Jiro felt a stab in his gut. Was that other angel really Hisashi? His old best friend? Much like Teru, Hell had hardened his appearance. His hair was thin and dark aside from a single platinum strip framing the left side of his sallow visage. His eyes were angry black beads.
“I know who this is,” Hisashi cut in, thin lips spreading into a smile. “Jiro, still kissing up to the elders I see…”
The blond said nothing. It was Teru’s turn to talk again. He stepped closer to the two angels. “What would the two of you be discussing so feverently while your brothers and sisters are suffering out there?”
Hisashi laughed. “I have a pretty good idea myself.”
“As do I. Tell me, Takuro, you wouldn’t be relating the whereabouts of the Scepter to this mere Cherubim, would you?” Teruhiko knew full-well that Takuro had always mentored Jiro. After all, he was well on his way to becoming a Seraphim, and then maybe, an archangel himself.
The wise archangel shook his head. “I can assure you, Teru. He has no idea where it is. Gabriel, nor Michael, nor Raphael, nor I have ever told a soul. That is our personal matter to keep with God.”
It all happened so fast. Both Teru and Hisashi has firm grips on each of Jiro’s creamy white wings. If Jiro had ever felt fear, nothing could compare to this. The only way an angel could be thrown from Heaven by another angel was to have his wings torn from his body. The feathers trembled.
“You will tell us the truth, Takuro, or Jiro will no longer be the perfect Cherubim he was created to be.”
Takuro’s eyes met Jiro’s. For a brief moment, he knew that this was part of the plan. The Scepter was not in Heaven. It was on Earth. “By doing this, you only harm yourselves and your cause,” he warned the two demons.
Their grip on his wings tightened. Jiro braced himself.
“Jiro, there is a reason you were made to watch over her in particular. Find her.”
These last words from the archangel Takuro were all her heard before excruciating pain filled him. He was sure his body was on fire as he began to fall. Then everything went black, and he fell through time and space.
Meanwhile, somewhere in Shibuya, a 17 year-old girl was eating her breakfast.