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Perhaps I should apologize? I seem to have upset your brother. To be fair, he did deserve it.

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( Alexiel is dressed casually today. She seems to have developed a penchant for mortal clothing, though anyone who points her recent interest out will be met with a chilling stare, no doubt. She sees no harm in looking well. It isn't often that she gets the chance to simply enjoy herself. )

I wonder what flavor I would have been? ( Looking thoughtful, she runs her tongue over the tips of her fingers - one at a time. ) It's hard to tell.

Has everyone re-solidified? ( She smirks faintly. If they haven't, they won't be answering. ) What a strange curse. I can't imagine what they gained from it.

( Her eyes fix on a point in the distance - the clock tower. )

Is the real aim to drive us into insanity?

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Maybe the flavors were meant to reflect everyone's eating habits.

[ re: his cat melted into catnip-flavored goo. ]

How did you reach that conclusion?

( Well that's just sad. )

Because half the melting puddles smelled vile.

[ Many kitties were harmed in the making of this thread. ]

I didn't take the time to smell them. ( But he obviously did, which can only mean one thing... ) Someone close to you melted.

Only 'close' in the sense of being in the same proximity.

[ He and the cat acknowledge no affiliations with each other. They don't have that kind of relationship 8( ]

Besides. The smell of stale junk food carries.

( All the same, ew. She's glad she didn't have to watch anyone melt - though, to be honest, she has seen far worse than someone simply melting before. )

I've managed to stay upwind. ( Through careful planning and flight. ) Have they returned to their original state?

[ Same. But in his case, the curse was too reminiscent of an enemy's ability back home. ]

Most, from what I've seen. [ Dryly, ] The rest will have terrible flashbacks if they ever watch The Wizard Of Oz.

I don't remember that one. ( Sorry, she isn't up to date on movies. ) A distraction or two would be useful, wouldn't you say?

Little flying monkeys and melting witches were its highlights. [ Setsuna will fill you in once he returns. At her question, he nods, ] The City is little else but distractions. [ It's not a complaint, but it comes close. With the absence of any real purpose, he's not bored, per se, but he's not satisfied either. ]

Huh did the witches deserve to be melted? ( She's curious about it, but not so much so that she misses his comment. ) I could offer you a better one.

Given that water was her weakness -- and water is associated with baptism -- the implications were that she was satanic. By that logic, she supposedly deserved every bit. [ He doesn't scoff, but it's a near thing. At her next statement, he tips his chin, clear-eyed and curious, ] I'm listening.

I'm not sure if I believe that. ( She has met a number of "good" devils. ) I would like to fight you if you're up to it. ( Yes, he heard her right. ) If not, then I can give you a rare look at the City from the air.

One more reason not to dissect the truth and lies from Cinderella either. Someone's bound to cry foul. [ The devils he's met is limited to those in the City. But overall he finds them no more -- or less -- irritating than humans. His look is measured as he takes in the offer, appearing to mull it over. While it's never been his way to leap headlong into a spar with a stranger -- or to reveal the full of extent of his own abilities -- he has enough of Alexiel's measure. It certainly wouldn't be a battle of equals, but it's a step up from slaughtering monsters in the Underground. ]

[ His mouth takes on a wry turn as he says, ] In other circumstances I'd pick the latter. Without question. [ Why waste an opportunity to see the stars up close? ] But in this case, I'll go with option A.

If time allows, we can accomplish options A and B. ( It's not like she's going to hate him after sparring with him. She is curious about his fighting style and she would like to learn more about it. Even at her age, she knows that she doesn't know everything. ) What day would suit you?

All in all, a pleasant schedule. [ He never suggested she would hate him. But overall he's found it's best not to be premature about those matters. He's as curious of the full spectrum of Alexiel's abilities as she is of his, but if it's an engaging battle, the adrenaline tends to feed his interest like an underground well, until the possibility of a timeout funnels out of his mind. It's a quality that's proven useful in the past, when he was little more than a boy -- one puny human in a battlefield of superhumans, charged with protecting his sister. ]

[ He'd made a terrifying name for himself on the battlefield -- Black Reaper -- not by luck, but by pushing himself to excruciating extremes. He'd fought, trained, observed, until he was left with the calm awareness of someone who might not know all they are in their bones, but certainly know the extent of how far their grip can travel -- how to fight dirty, how to deceive, how to destroy. ]

[ This, he thinks, should be another learning experience. ]

Today is fine. At the beach, maybe.

Any particular time? ( It won't take her long to get to the beach. She wears the only weapon she ever uses around her waist constantly and her angelic powers are inherent. )

Should we make any ground rules? ( Going for the kill would be excessive, though she would be impressed if he managed to kill her. )

How does five sound? [ His casual tone makes it sound like they're heading out for cappuccinos and muffins at Starbucks. By habit, he carries his blades and wires concealed under his clothes; but this isn't a Syndicate op -- there's no need for the bulletproof coat and tac suit. ]

[ A beat at her question, then a dry smile, ] Beyond 'No Groin Shots'? I can't think of any. [ It's apparent he doesn't mean it. She's welcome to use whatever trick -- dirty or otherwise -- that suits her. He'll certainly do the same. But going for the kill would be redundant. The point of sparring isn't to win; it's to get a better grasp on your flaws and techniques. (A fight between a powerful angel and a Contractor, balls to the wall, is asking for trouble -- not just with property damage, but the fact that there's practically nothing Hei won't do when it comes to victory.) ]

[ ooc: actionspam? log? Handwave? :3 ]

I'll be there. ( There's nothing wrong with grabbing muffins afterwards. It's likely they'll work up an appetite - not that Alexiel necessarily needs to eat. In fact, thanks to her past, eating isn't something she enjoys. )

Fair enough. ( She smirks back at him. There isn't a place on her body that hasn't felt a blow - and that includes the more intimate areas. Alexiel doesn't fear being hurt as long as she learns something in the process. )

( ooc: action spam would be great! 8D )

[ Omg Alexiel. How can you not enjoy eating? Allow Hei to indoctrinate you afterward in the joys of Nomming Your Feelings. ]

[ Habitually, he arrives at the rendezvous point early. Waiting, not by the white curve of beach and blue water, but a chainlink fence a few paces off. Behind him, a green sward spreads out to a dense tangle of trees. Hei's mindset, wired to jungles in South America and warrens of alleys in cities, has left him with an aversion to perfectly open spaces. Deserted as this portion of the beach is, the woods offer additional cover. ]

[ Leaning against the fence, he keeps an ear to his surroundings. The salty breeze stirs the loose wisps of hair around his face. In a baggy hoodie, faded jeans, skechers and a teeshirt, he could be anyone. But there's a stillness to him, not unnerving but balanced on the knife's edge of unnatural. ]

( Well considering her first experience eating involved eating her parent, piece by piece, perhaps it's understandable why she doesn't enjoy the activity.

There is a large gush of air and Alexiel lands at his side. She is wearing form hugging pants - let's not get into the particular fabric - a loose t-shirt and a sheathe (for Nanatsusaya) tied around her waist. She is also in heels. Heeled boots to be exact, so she might seem...tall. )

You're comfortable with this space?

[ Trauma-o-rama!! ((Maybe a slushy wouldn't go down as badly? Or an ice-cream cone?)) ]

[ He glances up as Alexiel arrives, a flurry of wind and streaming hair -- comparisons to in his mind Valkyries are idle but inescapable. The heels and their inevitable effect get little more than an amused quirk of the eyebrow. His sense of humor isn't camp enough to remark on Dressing To Kill. At six feet, he's nothing to scoff at. But he's used to both partners and opponents who stand eye-to-eye with him. (He'd been seventeen when he'd met Amber, a sinewy stripling just entering a growth spurt. She'd often teased him about being tall enough to see the top of his head.) ]

[ Ultimately, height has little to do with competence. Especially in a trade that exploits child-soldiers. ]

Can't beat the view.

[ Which translates into I've fought in worse spots. But here I don't have to. ]

I'm well-aware of what I gained from it.

What was that?

Wet floors.

Is that all? Hardly profound.

Amusement. [Or was that just nem?]

I can't say those melting would be amused.

One thought you were asking what the deities got out of it, not those cursed souls.

True enough, but I was curious about your reaction, Hatter.

Oh? How so?

I wonder what would become of someone who was devoured by someone else while in their ice cream state?

What an interesting question. What would happen to the one who ate them as well?

Would their form survive the person transforming back?

There is really only one way to find out. One is not sure volunteers would be available however.

Santa Muerte shrines are becoming more commonplace - draw your own conclusion from that.

Santa Muerte... Saint Death. ( She purses her lips. ) Far too simplistic.

Apologize to him if you are feeling apologetic.

However, if you feel like doing it on your knees, I'll hear you out.

It will take far more than that to get me on my knees.

Now there's a challenge worse pursuing.

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