Natasha's settled in significantly since her meeting with Robin. She's not used to this quiet sort of life and while you could hardly call the Conrad basement a quiet atmosphere, it's a hell of a lot better than what she's used to.
She's been praying since last night for God or someone to make it so she can stay here forever, and while she has her beliefs that the people here would easily protect a lost soul like herself, she also knows what Luther's done to people who tried to protect her from him in the past.
She wanders into the common room, dressed in more casual clothing than what she came in with, all the make-up scrubbed off her face, and tilts her head in Ariel's direction. People don't get feelings off of her, but it's hard to not get feelings off of people. There's something about Ariel that says to her that she's kindred or once was if Natasha was still that sort of angel anymore.
"It's hard to imagine someone bein' all far away-like in a place like this," she says casually. The Do you want to talk about it? is implied.
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Ariel looks back at her and smiles, warmly, at her.
"It's easier when you own the place." Or so, she has decided. If she didn't own the hotel, it would be much easier to deal with her new ward, at least, that's what she likes to think on her off days when she allows herself to make such excuses.
She sets the papers aside, not that she had exactly been paying attention to them, anyway.
"I'm Ariel Smith. You must be new or I just haven't run into you, yet, I'm a little bit new still, myself."
She shrugs and smiles back. "I guess that'd be true. Can't say I've been in the position myself."
She takes a seat nearby, hands neatly in her lap, her posture still a bit too rigid, but getting better. Robin really helped her loosen up even if he probably barely knew he was doing it. Really, all a kicked puppy needs is some tenderness and they become less shy, less focused on who harmed them. Natasha's like that too.
"I'm Natasha, and I'm probably newer. Just got in yesterday." She pauses, expression somewhat perplexed. "I don't mean to be rude for askin', but are you an angel? I don't sense as well as I used to, but sometimes I get... Funny feelings. Like I know when someone's not human, but I don't know what they are."
She won't say she thinks she's a guardian angel specifically, which would explain the kindred feeling, because it just seems weird. She's just inexplicably drawn to angels of her own (former) type for some reason and that drives even her feeble senses a little nutty.
"Pleased to meet you, Natasha, and you're right. You're much newer than I am, I've been here a few weeks. Still you'll see how easy it is to miss people in a place like this. It ain't so big, but there's always somethin' goin' on so there are plenty down here who are still strangers to me."
In the basement, people learn not to question funny feelings. There are psychics all over so, after a moment, Ariel nods. There is something different about the way she says that her being able to sense it isn't what it used to be.
"You're not bein' rude at all, honey, you got a funny feeling, you should explore it. By all means." She smiles and nods. "Yeah. A guardian angel if you want specifics. Just found my first ward, actually."
He knows he shouldn't be here, especially without his brother, but Avery finds that he couldn't resist, that the strange basement hidden beneath the funny hotel was almost calling for him.
So yes, he's managed to sneak back in, tucking the key card that he borrowed into his sock before he goes exploring, although being sure to stick close to places that he could hide if needed.
But it seems something has struck his interest and even though he thinks it may be a very, very bad idea, he decides to risk it all the same. After all, what's life without a few risks here and there?
He approaches the couch from behind, moving as quietly as he can until he's right behind her and peering over Ariel's shoulder, trying to get a look at both her and the documents and the angel herself.
Sorry Ariel, no one ever bothered to explain personal space to the boy.
Ariel doesn't even get that strange feeling that she is being watched for a few minutes, and when she does, she turns to look behind her and raises her eyebrows.
"Hotel papers... 'n stuff." Ariel smiles right back at him and stacks the papers together, setting them aside. "Nothin' too serious. And nothin' too interesting either."
Revan is incredibly nervous right now. She needs to talk to Ariel, and given how their initial meeting went, she's more than a bit terrified. So she's whispering the Jedi Code to herself as she walks towards the Common Room from her bedroom. "There is no emotion, there is peace..." Her legs feel like jelly, so she slumps against a wall for a moment, still whispering. "There is no ignorance, there is knowledge..." She stands again and continues. "There is no passion, there is serenity... There is no chaos, there is harmony..." Finally she stops in front of the common room door and takes a deep breath before reciting the final line, "There is no death, there is the Force."
She steps into the room and says, voice lowered but still loud enough for Ariel to hear, "Ms. Smith. Can I speak with you for a few minutes?"
Ariel looks up when she enters the room. She tenses and throws her papers on the coffee table, but doesn't react as aggressively as she probably should all things considered.
This woman nearly killed her ward, but she understands that there is more to the story and Revan seems calm enough at the moment that she'll step forward just as cautiously. Making quick judgements has gotten a lot of people in trouble over the years. She's seen that plenty.
"Of course, sweetie. Come right in and take a seat."
Revan smiles nervously and slowly sits down across from her. "I feel I need to apologize to you about... what happened the other day. I completely lost control with Sark and... I really didn't mean to, didn't want to. I hoped I could... explain to you, calmly, rationally, what was going on that day. If you'd be willing to listen."
"Yes, I'd like that. My ward wasn't too forthcoming, felt that this woman deserved her privacy"
No, she won't respond to the apology, yet.
She did lose control and considering how helpless Sark seemed, it didn't seem like he'd done much to deserve the wrath. Sur he could annoy the hell out of anyone with his mouth, but no one should be able to say anything to cause that reaction.
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She's been praying since last night for God or someone to make it so she can stay here forever, and while she has her beliefs that the people here would easily protect a lost soul like herself, she also knows what Luther's done to people who tried to protect her from him in the past.
She wanders into the common room, dressed in more casual clothing than what she came in with, all the make-up scrubbed off her face, and tilts her head in Ariel's direction. People don't get feelings off of her, but it's hard to not get feelings off of people. There's something about Ariel that says to her that she's kindred or once was if Natasha was still that sort of angel anymore.
"It's hard to imagine someone bein' all far away-like in a place like this," she says casually. The Do you want to talk about it? is implied. ( ... )
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"It's easier when you own the place." Or so, she has decided. If she didn't own the hotel, it would be much easier to deal with her new ward, at least, that's what she likes to think on her off days when she allows herself to make such excuses.
She sets the papers aside, not that she had exactly been paying attention to them, anyway.
"I'm Ariel Smith. You must be new or I just haven't run into you, yet, I'm a little bit new still, myself."
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She takes a seat nearby, hands neatly in her lap, her posture still a bit too rigid, but getting better. Robin really helped her loosen up even if he probably barely knew he was doing it. Really, all a kicked puppy needs is some tenderness and they become less shy, less focused on who harmed them. Natasha's like that too.
"I'm Natasha, and I'm probably newer. Just got in yesterday." She pauses, expression somewhat perplexed. "I don't mean to be rude for askin', but are you an angel? I don't sense as well as I used to, but sometimes I get... Funny feelings. Like I know when someone's not human, but I don't know what they are."
She won't say she thinks she's a guardian angel specifically, which would explain the kindred feeling, because it just seems weird. She's just inexplicably drawn to angels of her own (former) type for some reason and that drives even her feeble senses a little nutty.
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In the basement, people learn not to question funny feelings. There are psychics all over so, after a moment, Ariel nods. There is something different about the way she says that her being able to sense it isn't what it used to be.
"You're not bein' rude at all, honey, you got a funny feeling, you should explore it. By all means." She smiles and nods. "Yeah. A guardian angel if you want specifics. Just found my first ward, actually."
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So yes, he's managed to sneak back in, tucking the key card that he borrowed into his sock before he goes exploring, although being sure to stick close to places that he could hide if needed.
But it seems something has struck his interest and even though he thinks it may be a very, very bad idea, he decides to risk it all the same. After all, what's life without a few risks here and there?
He approaches the couch from behind, moving as quietly as he can until he's right behind her and peering over Ariel's shoulder, trying to get a look at both her and the documents and the angel herself.
Sorry Ariel, no one ever bothered to explain personal space to the boy.
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No, nothing really surprises her anymore.
"What're you lookin' at kid?"
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"What're you lookin' at?"
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She tilts her head.
"What's your name, honey?"
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She steps into the room and says, voice lowered but still loud enough for Ariel to hear, "Ms. Smith. Can I speak with you for a few minutes?"
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This woman nearly killed her ward, but she understands that there is more to the story and Revan seems calm enough at the moment that she'll step forward just as cautiously. Making quick judgements has gotten a lot of people in trouble over the years. She's seen that plenty.
"Of course, sweetie. Come right in and take a seat."
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No, she won't respond to the apology, yet.
She did lose control and considering how helpless Sark seemed, it didn't seem like he'd done much to deserve the wrath. Sur he could annoy the hell out of anyone with his mouth, but no one should be able to say anything to cause that reaction.
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