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[_angel_in_black]

The place that Gabriel has is up in the mountains somewhere. It's not really a house so much as a room, rather spartan. But there's a bed and couches and a large shelf of books of all sorts of random things that caught his interest. On one wall is a rack of weapons, all well taken care of but unused. Why would one need a weapon when one has a

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[ofbeauty]

Iofiel goes immediately to the window, his wing lowering so he can see clearly. It's obvious why he hides- it looks like someone tore pieces from his face and put them back messily, then burned the whole thing. One eye is a milky white, but the other is deep blue and shining brightly as he lets out a sigh and the beauty of the view.

[_angel_in_black]

Ah, so Gabriel was right. His face had been injured and badly so. He wondered what sort of world Iofiel came from, where an angel of beauty would be beaten so.

He stands behind the other angel, giving him space, hands behind his back.

[ofbeauty]

"What a lovely view... where are we?" He doesn't look away from the window, but his smile is reflected by the glass.

[_angel_in_black]

"Mountains somewhere in Europe," he says with a shrug. "Humans have not gotten here yet, surprisingly."