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[faithlessprayer]

*enter one (1) angel, Samarian, approximately sixteen, perhaps seventeen, years of age, of simply average height, blonde, with dark blue eyes* *she is clad in leather pants and a leather vest, with the typical Kiss, an amber crystal, in her arm (it isn't, of course, notable unless you've never seen one before), and there are, unlike all the rest of

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[waragainstfaith]

*and is male and not angelic, so -- that grin is just as flirtatiously charming, at least after he's taken in the wings with a brief flicker of a glance, and he'll extend a hand* Diomedes Hades. Charmed.

[faithlessprayer]

Oh, good. Half of my work's already done, then. *smiiiles*

[waragainstfaith]

*-- fine, just takes her hand if she'll let him, to kiss it as a proper gentleman must* Your work is -- ?

[faithlessprayer]

*-- oh, shush, of course she will* Oh, this and that.

[shinierthenyou]

*peers interestedly* Hi.

[faithlessprayer]

*peers back* Hullo.

[notthefurryone]

*and she gets a genuinely friendly smile* Ditto, likely -- or at least it seems to be so far. I'm Spike. Spike Hawke-Next. *...and there'll be an interested look at her wings*

[faithlessprayer]

*she is, how do you say, checking him out -- and showing off the wings* That's an interesting name.

[notthefurryone]

*looks -- a little weirded out by that, but figures he's overreacting* It kind of is, yeah. I was named for my dad Miles's friend.

[faithlessprayer]

Oh! That's cool. My sister was named for our parents' friend and my brother was named for our father's great-great-grandmother's grandfather, but I think they just thought Judith was a pretty name or something.

[twelvestones]

*nods slightly, perhaps very very faintly vaguely amused by the name*

[faithlessprayer]

*smiles and waves, then peers closer at him, because she obviously won't recognize him*

[twelvestones]

*softly* Jordan. *and with it the ghost of an almostsmile*

[faithlessprayer]

*headtilts* You're from Cedar Hills, right?

[plutonianangel]

*she likely won't recognize him as an angel, as his wings are hidden and he lacks a Kiss, and he'll immediately look slightly intrigued by her particular brand of angelicness* *he'll give a polite nod, though, the sort that implies a bow* Hello, Judith. I'm Phlegethon.

[faithlessprayer]

*her body language should be obviously flirtatious* Do you have any idea where this is, Phlegethon?

[plutonianangel]

*may not actually really understand that, due to being who he is* It appears to be someplace no one has ever seen before, as well as nowhere in partiular.

[faithlessprayer]

*awwww, we love him* That's ... really weird.