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[confined_to_briah]

Is this truly the focus of the City? ( There is a pained yelp in the background and then a nasty thud. ) Do you have no pride?!

Do not touch me! ( No yelp or thud resounds this time. Instead, the sound of pavement cracking under the force of a blade and great wings flapping follows that warning.

. . . ) Foolish humans. I am in no mood to dance.

( Truthfully, she has never been in the mood to dance. )

Can't you see there are greater matters to attend to?! Why are you so complacent? ( And sparkly. ) Like cattle to the slaughter.

I know there is more to you than this! ( The sound of fabric being ripped ends the feed.

Somewhere in the City, a glittery costume is falling from the heavens. )

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[confined_to_briah]

Freedom is...precious. ( And something she has longed for for ages. )

It's nice to meet you as well, Li. You may call me Alexiel.

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[mortemscintilla]

It is.

[ It's not freedom he wants, so much as obscurity. A wish to start over. Be someone else. ]

Alexiel. Same here.

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[mortemscintilla]

[ pauuuuuuuse. ]

I, um, hope you don't catch a cold or anything.

[ Flying half-dressed as you are. ]

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[confined_to_briah]

( He has the chance to do that if he wishes in the City. It's all about the choices he makes. )

I'm sure you'll work towards the kind of world you want to see.

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[confined_to_briah]

I don't think angels can catch colds. ( Not that she's ever thought about it. )

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[mortemscintilla]

[ Starting over is difficult if there's an entire lifetime -- a lifestyle -- to unlearn. ]

I think we all do. In some way, at least. [ ...No colds?... ] This is the City. Strange things happen all the time.

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[confined_to_briah]

( He's preaching to the choir on that one. )

Not from what I've seen. ( Which is why she was so angry before. ) As far as I know, there is no curse in place with that outcome.

( And, even if there was, it beats being pregnant. )

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[mortemscintilla]

That might be because not everyone's sure what kind of world they really want. People humans aren't always logical or predictable.

You can never be too careful. I hear there are curses that make you human.

[ Not an issue for him. He was a killer before he was ever a Contractor. ]

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[confined_to_briah]

I think freedom is a goal everyone can aspire to. How they choose to use that freedom is up to them.

( She shrugs. Been there and done that, really. She was a Japanese prostitute once. )

The only thing that can stop me is if they take my memories away.

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[mortemscintilla]

It'd be scary if they did. [ It's also a weakness that shouldn't be announced to strangers. ] Our memories make us who we are. Even if they're not always happy ones.

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[confined_to_briah]

I've experienced it before. There would be ways to regain them here. ( She had always - unwittingly perhaps - relied on Nanatsusaya or Lucifer to remember before. ) I'd rather make happy memories - even if I'm forced to forget them.

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[mortemscintilla]

[ A rebellion and happy memories might be at odds. But he's learnt that contentment can be found anywhere. With the right people. ]

The best way is to keep those who make you happy close to you. So even if you forget here, they'll be around to give you new ones.

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[confined_to_briah]

I've never had that chance before. ( For Alexiel, fighting side by side with those she cares about does make happy memories. )