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(( Merc will be so mad. Cos I'm gonna rip him right when he's like effing focused. ))

"I... uh... I'm a guardian angel...", he replied and gingerly moved around and prepared the breakfast properly. He really wasn't hungry though. His stomach had knotted around itself, this is why he ceased to be a guardian angel. Partially, he wasn't really good with... people. "That's... that's what I do", he continued and knew that the reply was terribly insufficient but he truly did not know what more to say. He wasn't really the person for this social interaction. "But, I don't really know you... if just watching over someone made you know the person the paparazzi would know everything..." Azariah tried his very hardest to not sound to worked up, speak to quickly, speak to slowly, move his hands too fast, move his hands too slow... wow, so much thinking. He barely even realized that his sentence sounded even remotely like a joke. A modern one, even!

Merc was perfecting the formula and grinned at himself as he watched the gas within the reflectionless see-through ball that was his bomb. The gas shifted in several colors but if a normal human would look at it... it would seem like one of those foolish crystal balls that people 'see the future in'. It was bullshit unless the human in question was a witch. Then it was usually hilarious.

Merc put the ball down somewhat carefully, not really prepared to see how much force he'd need to break it just yet. He was just about to take off the square glasses he used as magnifying whenever he was working with tiny details when he was transported. Through his black quater-sleeve shirt he became aware of the walls around him and came to the conclusion that whereever he was the scythe locked around his wrist was an asset. His eyes lit up with blue in the darkness as he used his magic to fuel them so he could see in the darkness. They sent out a faint glow and he felt dismay when he saw who he was stuck in a box with.

Merc was just about to speak when there was a... well, unknown voice right outside.
"Oh weeell, don't go anywhere, Naeva! I'll be riiight back!" The voice called out before some heavy steps went away from the box and Merc thought he heard a door close. Just as he heard the door closed he growled faintly. Displeased with his position as he lit a small orange flame in his hand with the intent on that she would see how bitter he looked.
"What the fuck am I doing in this fucking box?" He asked and his glowing blue eyes where illuminated by the flame but the flashing emotion was evident.

(DUDE, I STARTED LAUGHING REALLY LOUD WHEN MERC BEGAN TO SPEAK)

Cleo looked at Azariah with curious eyes. "Hm... You are probably right. But paparazzis almost only see how the celebritets are outside, not when they are at home," she pointed out.
Truth was she was nervous. She didn't know what she could tell him and not tell him. How did this guardian angel thing work? did Heaven just match her with someone and the person closest to a perfect match got to be her guardian angel? They had done a great job with Naeva, but... could she trust this angel in front of her? Naeva didn't seem to mind he was her guardian angel - except the part where Naeva seemed to want to fight everyone that tried to be Cleo's guardian angel.
Cleo looked at the table and then the angel. "Let's get to know each other then, shall we?" she asked with a gentle smile.

Naeva groaned. "Well, I didn't mean to bring you here. I'm terribly sorry and would have transported you out of the box if I knew how magic inside of this godforsaken thing worked. And, oh, I'm stuck. I can't move, so make yourself at home until I am able to teleport Cleo and Azariah here so we can get out."
She really hadn't meant to bring him here. And she wasn't going to be able to teleport any of her friends to this place before her heart stopped beating like a maniac. She was almost afraid Merc would hear her heart soon enough.
She needed to calm herself and gather her powers again before trying to force Azariah here. She just wasn't so sure her magical ability was stronger than his. Not in this state at least.
At least she knew something now. The guy outside couldn't see through the walls. Which meant the guy didn't know about Merc.
"If I could... just... move..." she muttered angrily while she tried to pull her arms up. And her legs. She did however succeed to lift her head a little, but then she was back on the floor, now more angry than before.
She wanted to scream, but she bit her tongue instead and then created a magical shield-lookalike around them like a bubble. A bubble that didn't let any noise out while still letting in, and, oh, the water-blue light that come from it lit up the place.
She shifted how her head was lying on the floor until she could see Merc. She pretended like her heart didn't make anything weird, and that her stomach was totally fine with seeing him again, and then she ignored the voice in her head telling her she hadn't quite answered his question.

(MISSION COMPLETED)

Azariah sort of wanted to tell her that paparazzis could be anywhere but that would probably violate some protocols about getting into other guardian angel's business. Not that he was going to get caught, mind you. The fact that he had gone back into service had been appreciated by the higher ups. He didn't intend on violating that though.
"Well, what... what do you wish to know?" Azariah asked carefully but stood awkwardly and unsure if he was supposed to sit down or not.

"Hold the fuck up, you wasted the little magic you had on getting me here? Now, wasn't that freakin' bad decision. What sort of magic did you use anyway?" Merc continued angrily as he noticed the bubble. "Well, this is stupid as fuck too, if you what whoever to open this box up he has to have a damn reason doesn't he?" Merc angrily threw the fire against the black box's wall and it simply disappeared. The scythe started glowing instead as he plucked it from his wrist to mess with the settings on it. The glow was enough to illuminate it all. "Would you mind explaining that tiny fucking detail to me at the very least?" Merc said and rose from the floor and walked over to her with the intent on straightening her somewhat. Somewhere within him touching her stirred annoyingly. Damn it, he didn't care at all about her. He cared about killing the death sins and survival. Screw angels and heaven and whatever else. Still he tried to lean her comfortably against the wall, if she didn't struggle too much it should work out, right? Wait, why wasn't this stupid angel-magic working on him? Wait, why was she supposed to get Cleo here? "Why the fuck would you want to put Cleo in danger by getting her into a random box in a random place while a random weirdo dude just outside will probably snap her neck if he gets the shot?" Merc continued with his angry questions. "You sure you're Naeva?" He said this with a strangled chuckle. Because no. This was not funny.

She sat down and started to eat her breakfast without any further ado.
She still tried to look at him as little as possible.
"Well, you can start with your family. My mother always taught me you can tell lot about a person on the way they speak about their family."

"Whose magic do you call little? I could still bring a fucking army here if I would like to. I have that much magic. I just... can't use it", she murmured. "Not right now at least. My grandmother or whatever was a powerful witch, I think. I was some magic blood in me that allows me to use magic."
When he helped her up she was surprised by that fact. Not only did he touch her and left invisible hot marks on her skin, he was actually able to life her up. It wasn't that her body wasn't functioning. She could still feel her body... she was just unable to move it. As if the floor had wrapped its hands around her and kept her in place.
When he used that stupid scythe she could feel a little of her pride die. She had done something unforgivable. Problem was that she still wasn't sure if it actually hurt anyone or if Merc was doing the right thing or... whatever. She had convinced herself that he had his reasons, just as she had her own.
She didn't take down the bubble though. She didn't want the man to know she was awake when he came back.
"I don't want him to open the box. If he does he will use me to get into Heaven and then he will go on a killing spree. I don't really know how he was thinking, but hey, he's a maniac. So, that's the reason I want to get out of this box and put him in it. And then send him to... Purgatory seems like a nice place to him. I can't just kill him off", she muttered. Or I could...
She wasn't irritated but his questions, not really. She was more irritated over the fact that she couldn't think clearly. And whenever she closed her eyes she could feel his lips against her skin. She had missed him and even though she was angry about this whole situation, she just wanted to smile, because being close to him gave her a rush.
"Cleo has a new guardian angel. Azariah. He's skilled and I'm the only one able to teleport Cleo around, except herself and him, so I figured he would automatically follow her and then realize I needed some help. I would still protect her with my life. I always do. I always will."
As soon as she said the words she felt how all the colour in her face just disappeared. Always will, huh? she taunted herself.
Naeva gritted her teeth. She would always protect Cleo. No matter what. She would be there for her. She would... She would stop fighting for her wings. She would stop fighting to get back into Heaven.
In that moment she felt how everything disappeared. Merc wasn't there any more. She wasn't there. The box wasn't there. She could feel herself slip into Cleo's mind through that special link guardian angel and protégée have. It wasn't even really her mind. Just her energy so she could see if Cleo was in danger or if she was safe, and where she was.
She was with Azariah. Eating breakfast, it seemed.
She smiled to herself. She hadn't had her trial yet. She still had her link to Cleo. She wasn't even officially fallen yet. No trial, no fall.
When she opened her eyes she looked at Merc and felt that rush again. No anger.
She was calm.
She immediately focused her magic on the box and its magic on her. She wanted to be free. Free. She wanted to protect Cleo. She wanted to do what was her task. And she was supposed to be at Cleo's side. Screw the wings. Cleo was all she needed. She had guardian angel written in her blood, not on her wings.
Now that she was calm and had a little rush of power she easily shook off the box's magic.
She rose from the floor, just a little too clumsy.
"Hey, look at that. Purposefulness was all I needed." Now I need to get out of this fucking box and return Cleo home. Fucking Mexico, Naeva. She's in bloomin' Mexico because you decided you wanted your wings back.
"Sorry to bother you, Merc... Lend me a hand so we can get out of here, will ya?" she asked, maybe a little too nice. It was just like she wasn't capable of feeling anger. Except towards herself and that fucking idiot that locked her up. She was definitely going to lock him up and let him rot.
And then she suddenly fell to the floor again. "Fuck", she muttered. "Okay, determination doesn't seem to do the trick."

"Well, I don't have much family left to talk about actually..." Azariah said with evident sorrow. "But I had a big brother and I have a big sister... but we're not really in contact anymore... my father is gone and my mother is in hiding... sort of, she's a bit of a loner... I love them though... what about your family? Your mother seems... wise", Azariah replied with a kind smile.


"Did your determination drop that quick? Man, you're really something, aren't you? You saying you want Azariah here? A...aaaza... hey! I think I know that guy", Merc said with a wry smile. Merc did help her to her feet though. "He's some of the pro-guardian angels right? I think Finn told me about him", Merc continued with the same smile and he focused his magic again and threw it at the wall. Once again, nothing.

What magic did Merc know? What magic could be used since he didn't have any of his regular tech? Who... wait...
"I know how you can fulfill your plan, it just involves that we cooperate and channel Azariah not Cleo", Merc continued and sighed lightly. "That way your actual reason for curren existance won't be in danger to get crushed by a horrible stranger that will be back soon... I think", Merc continued and hastened his speech so that he'd get the information out quicker. He stretched a hand out as a signal for her to take it.

Cleo sat and listened to him describe the little he did describe and then smiled at his comment at the end. "Well... I wouldn't call her wise. She's nice, but all the wisdom she has gotten is from quoting books she has read. My father is probably the wise one. He has been through a lot."
She continued eating the breakfast she had ordered and watched him, hoping to somwhow see something she could use in some sort of way. Even if it was only to get to know him better.
"Tell me about your interests. Why did you choose to become a guardian angel?"

Naeva thanked him for the help and then started to nod. She kinda knew this spell. Kinda. She wouldn't be able to do the spell, but she had at the very least heard about it. After all you heard a lot of things throughout the thousands of years she had lived.
Naeva took a deep breath and took his hands. She started to think Azariah whom she had only met a few times, and hoped he was keeping Cleo safe.
"If think works I'm going to thank you again", she said with that flirtatious voice of hers, even though she didn't mean to. She wasn't supposed to like Merc at all, but when she was with she usually felt like she was home somehow. Closer to heaven, and maybe closer to hell. He wasn't just another mundane human she would get tired of and there after continue on with her life.
She liked that little something in her life, and if that little special something was Merc that would have made her happier. At least before everything went to hell, literally.
And all she wanted to do was to kill her kidnapper. She wanted to rip his heart out and make him look at it while she crushed it.
And still, somehow, through all that anger, she ended upp flirting with him.