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The Great Western Mountains

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SINIB:
Ivanna

Ivanna jumped up with a start. Fallen though she may be, she would not accept such suffering, such blasphemy. There were few things she remained sure of—a few days before she had felt as if she was the divinely ordained ruler of the Nexus. Now she was but a simple vagabond, a hermit living out her eternity deep within the impenetrable mountains. Reflecting on her mistakes, reconsidering every choice which she had ever made, questioning herself.

It hurt. The action scratched at her, tore at her very existence in a way she had not known to even be possible. Sometimes, she felt as if the act would snuff out the eternal existence that had once been Ivanna the seraphim.

Yet, she had continued.

For she was certain. This was necessary. Eventually, she would figure out the way out of her situation. Eventually, she would fix everything.

Once more, she would create miracles. This time, in the name of what was truly good. In the name of true justice. Subservient to none other than herself.

So the boy felt a soft wing wrap itself around him tightly like a blanket. The angel stood in front of him, glaring up at William with ferocious eyes. "State your business—are you here to destroy me? That is no great matter to me, but you shall not continue to harm him."

Bern:
William

The man who was wrapped in robes simply crouched down so that he may spare the Fallen way the pain of looking up at him. He was completely undeterred by the aggression, yet he showed no hostility in turn, merely a friendly smile. Not it wasn't just friendly. He looked at her without the intent to destroy.

"That form suits you Ivanna, it's a different beauty than before but one that is more you. And while I'd love to chat some more with a lovely girl like you, my friend over there needs my help"

He glanced over at the young knight.

"He's suffering because he's not whole, his soul is imbalanced and I need to aid him before something terrible occurs." Not a shred of lies was spoken here, not even when he complimented her.

Kotomine_Rin:
Vanangandr

"Cut the crap..." He clutched at his head, glaring at the two men. The wing stretching across him like a shield was the one thing that snapped him out of it, eliciting naught but a stifled gasp. That's right, he couldn't falter right now. Not here.

He stood by the angel's side.

"The only thing that's unbalanced is the way you're eyeing us over, you sicko pervert. I don't know what kind of medicine you're selling, but I'm not buying a cent from your shady mug!"

He glowered with resolve that surprised him more than anything. It's as if every shred of his instinct, of his will, all told him in unison to stay away from that man.

The ashen puppet smiled. "My oh my~ He doesn't seem to be interested, William. What are we to do?" Yet the puppet was more interested looking at Ivanna intently, with calculative interest and curiosity.

SINIB:
Ivanna

Two of Ivanna's wings soared out to their full wingspan. It was as if a wall of black feathers had interdicted the passageway and denied further entry into her abode. They flapped gently in front of the giant, blocking William's path. While the angel's glare did not cease, it softened somewhat. Still, she did not trust this mysterious interloper—not by a long shot. Let alone his friends.

Ivanna's eyes narrowed. The intensity of the black flames seemed to lessen, even as they lit up the area in total darkness. "You must understand that I cannot simply trust you at your word. For all I know, the situation my be the exact reverse. And if you truly are here on friendly terms, I must ask—why do you associate with such creatures as that?"

Bern:
William

"Who? Oh him..." William chuckled as he had nothing to hide, it seems the truth would be the guide to disarming this situation. "Yeah I've never seen him before, he just suddenly started following me, and I couldn't be bothered to rebuke him. Although his ramblings do make for some exquisite ambience."

Then he looked at the young warrior with genuine sadness in his gaze. "It's isn't medicine old friend, it's the missing shard of your soul, Who you once was, before you were tragically torn asunder."

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