ꜱ1ᴇ1　　east quarter

@☠　Derek Mantaya The man's scorn didn't draw so much as a glare from the angel. Of course he'd reason. How could he not? He cared for Derek! He'd slain so many foolish people in the short while he'd been fighting, and yet he knew if it came to it, he could not live in happiness with himself if it came down to following through with his threats to end the human. "As long as you act like a child, I'll reason with you like you're still ten," Youngmi answered, though as he spoke, he shook his head, his look remaining one of passive disappointment. However his lips quirked up lightly as he heard the words. "You decided to fight me when you took a person hostage and use them to protect your own hide." His teeth drew blood on the inside of his cheek as his gaze caught the sight trickle of blood, though the cut in his mouth itself faded even under the touch of his tongue.

Like an inquisitive dove, the angel's head tipped at his old friend's declaration of cowardice. It didn't sound right, coming from Derek. He knew the situation was about the get less convenient for him, but Youngmi did not cut through the beginnings of the man's speech. He drew himself up when Derek moved. "Stay there," He began to caution, the weapons in his hands beginning to feel lighter. The curve of feathers around him stretched and flexed with adrenaline. He was ready to move quickly if that was what he needed to do. "Stop making this so much worse for yourself, Derek. You could end this quickly, but you're decreasing your chances of leaving here." As Youngmi moved, stepped forward to make a decision he'd regret, Derek's words made him stall again.

"I'm not like you. I don't kill innocent people," He spat back. "You can't hold so much anger at the world for a few rouge idiots who hurt you, Derek. You know better than anyone how oblivious to everything I used to be. I don't try to commit a genocide on humans for taking advantage of me." Youngmi's gaze broke, trailing down to his filthy clothes. There wasn't an item of clothing left unbloodied, and his own wounds had sealed within moments of being given. The joy of being a creature as he was, was that he was slightly less at risk to large wounds. The skin would reform as pristine as it was before damaged. "I'm not.. like you," He repeated, though already he was being caught in his own head. It wouldn't be the battle that hurt the angel. It would be the What Ifs that came after. The fantasies of peace and relief that would remind him of the carnage. It was just unfortunate that Derek seemed to know where would do the most damage. Youngmi's breath caught, silent but painful as he tried to think of something to retort. He was finally speechless. He couldn't think of a way to preach and respond. For a moment, his wings faltered, a sure sign that all of him was struggling to continue. He should've pretended to have never known the man. Even when they'd met on the street, he should have known better.

In his moment of weakness, he'd allowed the human to strike with ease. A splutter of coughs left the angel, and his eyes widened, jerked from his upset daze. "You er-" He began to shout. From as much as he could see, the Vos member had fallen, making his blood run cold. That was his first responsibility. His former friend, or current prey, could wait a second. He rushed forward, his body moving on its own and a burning painfully in his bones, itching for release. If he wasn't so weak.. He shook his head. He'd deal with his friend. He'd fix things, if not by the means he'd been so desperate to first do so. Youngmi's eyes trailed over the poor woman, a single touch informing him that she was merely unconscious. He was unwilling to risk it regardless. Beneath his glowing aura, the minor wounds sealed, and any damage to the head was dealt with. The truck was abandoned, likely not to be reclaimed by anyone. He helped her into the front seat, setting her body carefully upright on the leather for her to recover in her own time. Her part in the conflict was over, but at least she was safe. He wouldn't have Vos at his throat that day.

For the next problem. The angel looked around frantically. His vision was still obscured in some places by the smoke. He hadn't seen where Derek had gone, but he leapt to the air. The only way to get a good look at his surroundings would be to actually put use to the graceful wings. A few white feathers drifted to the ground as the breeze took him. The blood on his clothing that remained undried felt cold against his skin. He hadn't gone high, wasn't roaming. Derek hadn't gone far. He had only two feet, but a desire to survive, and that gave him an advantage. He knew Youngmi was searching for him. He knew the angel was angry. From the corner of his eye, the angel saw a door crash open clumsily. It was a loose lead for sure, but he couldn't afford to let his friend go just like that. With a deep breath, Youngmi let himself drop from the short height, his legs coming into contact hard with the ground. Broken glass covered the pavement from the smashed window. From where he was, he thought he could see a lifeless form. His anxiety peaked. Had the human slain the hiding people inside? His breath short, the angel carefully stepped through the window, his attention captured by the fallen woman.

He stood still only a moment, for his eyes to meet those of the petrified little ones... and in turn the dull ones of his friend. "Did you kill her?" He murmured. His voice was soft, surprisingly so for the high racing through his body. His blades had never left his hands, and at last Youngmi approached Derek, dropping into a crouch in front of him. Could he really try to kill his friend? He knew he couldn't physically do it, couldn't move his arms to plunge the weapons through the chest of his childhood companion. The image of a lifeless Derek flashed through his mind, and he struggled not to feel sick. He couldn't kill the man. Even less so in front of children. "No more cat and mouse game. You've had all of the chances I've offered and wasted them. No more tricks from either of us. Let me help you, you idiot."

@✠　Lee Youngmi "Haa...." Derek scoffed, his shoulders jolting forward, making him and the VOS member stagger forward due to his drunken state. "Look at you... you're still trying to reason with me? What good is that going to do? I'm not a little kid anymore." His grip tightened around the VOS member, the knife digging into her neck slightly enough to draw a slither of blood. "The moment I set this knife down and surrender, my life is over. And I can't find them when I'm dead." He glowered, biting the inside of his cheeks. "Don't get in my way... I don't want to fight you, Youngmi. Just let me go."

Derek grinded his teeth at the look Youngmi displayed in response to his words. He wasn't one to consider other's feelings as they had nothing to do with his goal of finding his sister's killers. But Youngmi was different. He found himself craving the love and attention the angel gave him when he was younger. The sense of pride whenever the angel praised him as a child. But that child was long gone and Derek had to deal with that. He had to come to terms with that fact that he was now standing in a pool of blood with no possible chance of redemption.

The hunter's eyes darted around the scene to gather the information necessary to get him out of there unscathed, or at least, crawl out of there alive. He knew that although he had years of experience in exterminating creatures, fighting Youngmi would only lead to his own demise, especially if the VOS member in his arms were to escape his grasp. Beads of sweat started forming on his dirty, blood ridden skin, his palms clammy. Derek's eyes flickered back to the now winged creature, his pupils quivering at the sight.

"Yes.. I'm a coward." Derek said slowly,  backing away and pulling the weak VOS member along with him roughly, carefully maneuvering around an overturned truck with his eyes still trained on the ivory feathered angel. He needed to hit Youngmi where it hurt. His mind was clouded, but worked quickly, formulating something he could say to throw Youngmi off his game once more.

"But aren't you the same?" His voice lowered, into an almost pituful and mocking one, his voice glazed with softness. "You hid the fact that you were a monster for so long... despite knowing..." His voice cracked, a forced grunt escaping his lips in order to keep himself from breaking.  "And judging from the blood on your knife and shirt, I'm assuming that isn't your blood... Why is the soft, caring angel walking around and preaching with someone else's blood on their hands?"

A taunting grin curled at the corners of his lips, his brows pressing together to add in provoking the angered angel. "You're no different from me, Lee Youngmi. You just hide under the guise of 'justice' when you know you have your fair share if blood on your hands." As he was backing up, his foot tapped into something, prompting a satisfied smirk onto his lips. "You're a coward, Youngmi.... but it looks like I'm the bigger one." He winked at the angel before kicking up the smoke grenade into his free hand and pulling the pin with his teeth. He threw the canister towards Youngmi and in a split second, he knocked the VOS member out with a flick of his wrist. He couldn't maximize his speed with her dragging along. If Derek was good at anything, it would be running away.

With out a second thought, Derek ducked behind a couple stopped cars, swiftly fleeing from the scene. After running nonstop, he kicked a door open and threw himself into the building, his breathing rapid and his lungs working overtime in condensing and expanding to keep up with his heartrate. He heard a whimper beside him in which he lifted his knife reflexively, his eyes followed suit. Children. Three of them huddled into a corner, scared and confused. His eyes scanned the small living room and saw a bloodied, lifeless woman that was throw against the wall behind the door that. She was probably guarding the door and was dead, long before Derek had barged in. As Derek's jaw clenched, cursing himself for getting into this situation, he heard a strong flutter just outside the door to which he looked at the kids, bringing his index finger up to his cracked lips. "Shhh..."

@☼　Morrigan Valmont Date: 16th of April, 2051
Music: Medicine, Daughter - https://youtu.be/sf6mkYz4mx0
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Curse Chloris' soft heart. Once the woman had lifted her broken gaze to meet with the dark eyes of the hydra before her, said hydra's sharp features softened. his fingers reaching to adjust the jacket around her shoulders before he moved to pull out a handkerchief from his pocket and with a hand--Chloris gathered the sparkling dew from the grass with a flourish of a hand to wet the fabric of which he then reached out to carefully wipe off the dirt, grime, and blood from her fierce appearance. Her make-up had smeared, the red pigment staining into her skin and the kohl black of her eyes and mascara had run down her cheeks and down the sides of her face. In her state, Chloris dared not to say anything that'd scare her in any way, shape, or form. She was vulnerable, broken, and hurt... and Chloris knew a few things about being vulnerable, broken, and hurt.

"You don't want it. Can you even take care of yourself in this state?" the hydra hissed in return. His eyes widening from the silver glint of the dagger glimmering beneath the light of the full moon and he hurried to pry it away from her. It was easy--especially after the girl shrieked at the burn of the silver against her skin, the man born of human descent grasped the knife to then throw it off to the side. Dark eyes narrowed as he reached out to take her fingers to carefully analyze and soothe the burns with another move of a hand to cool the burn upon her slender fingers. "Don't do such a thing to yourself... you'll lose yourself in the process. And... not many survive the transformation from human to werewolf. You're fortunate."

He tried to comfort her... but words of comfort weren't always his strong suit.

Hearing her pleas for death, the hydra trained those dark eyes on her before he had parted his lips to speak--only to watch her chase and capture that rabbit within an instant. Surely, she was relying solely upon instinct. Of course... It was the only thing she had.

Standing upon long legs, Chloris made his way forward to the woman. Having noted the way she walked, the way her body trembled within weakness, and how her clothing had tattered in the worst imaginable places... whoever had done this to her, they thoroughly intended for the young woman to suffer. He didn't dare question her past. Her alignment... No, Chloris wasn't one to let personal vendetta get to him. Especially not when she was suffering like this.

"no. you are not dying. I'm not leaving you." Thin lips pressing firmly together, the tall man had let out a small breath once he watched her devour the poor rabbit whole... raw. Not that he minded, in fact, it reminded Chloris of his beloved when he had gone days without a proper meal. Or, even just purely out of instinct that he had done so. Watching her pick at the meat and fur of the rabbit, Chloris moved once again. Closer this time as he picked up the jacket off the ground to wrap it around her body once again. "I have a home... I can give you food, clothes, and a warm bed to sleep until you recover." The hydra informed, his lips curving into a kind smile.

"We'll find whoever did this to you. And once we do, you will have the honors of doing whatever you desire to him."

@☼　Morrigan Valmont Chloris: https://64.media.tumblr.com/cd034b49acafc540005eb811c474f282/ab05d827445d09ee-d4/s500x750/556acaae89edc6aabcc93d7a9f1baefcc68683ca.jpg
Date: 16th of April, 2051
Music: Dearest, Inuyasha Soundtrack: https://youtu.be/9ceGjl1TlQI
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Whether it had been the fates which had urged Chloris to return to the city that night from his mountainous home, the young hydra couldn’t stop himself. Itzal had told them to stay home, gather intel on all hunter activity and analyze every document, every ward--down to the very dust of which the hunters had gathered.

“Know your enemy.” As one could say with the hydra pouring over his books, laptop, and shuffling through documents from sources around the city.

Xephyrous… If he found out that the younger had gone against Itzal’s and his orders to stay put… his beloved hydra would sooner start an electrical storm in a fit of worry for the stubborn Chloris. Or, he’d probably think of an emergency himself so that way the younger hydra would rush back to find that there was nothing wrong and Xephyrous would be perfectly fine.

Stupid hydra.

But now wasn’t the time to ponder over thoughts or what could go wrong within the next ten minutes when Xephryous finds out that Chloris had snuck out at night. There was so much death in the air… how Chloris could avoid the city for so long was beyond him. The attacks had rained down upon the City of Dreams like hellfire and the stench of death within itself was an accompaniment of which had the young hydra closing his eyes to follow the scent of blood.

“You’ve always had a penchant for death… judging from all of the monsters you’ve picked to trail.”

The memory tugged at the back of Chloris’ mind. The fumbling of emotions within the hydra urging for Chloris’ jade features to harden. Dark eyes of the Eastern adonis had trailed over the piles of ash and sand. An ache for their passing caused the lanky individual to bow his head in respect towards the fallen monsters.

Underneath the light of the moon and dressed within black, the hydra moved with ease before he nearly stumbled past an individual shrouded within darkness standing by the pond. Someone… tattered, ruined. For a moment, the hydra stopped, watching the woman before he hurried over once the woman had collapsed. Her sobs caused the young hydra to ache for the woman before him. Chloris pulled off his jacket to wrap around her. Concern evident within his crafted features whilst his fingers trailed over to assess the damage that had been done to her.

“My name is Chloris… Chloris Flores, I’m here to help you.”

@☠　Derek Mantaya For a split second, Youngmi’s eyes really filled with a shining hope, that his old friend had come to from his murderous rage. His honest speech had seemed to help, even if only for a few moments. Part of him whispered that these precious seconds meant he had the upper hand, that he could end things quickly and tell himself his friend had resisted arrest. But more of him was clinging onto the pathetic hope that Derek might still become a close friend again, that they could have more evenings like their brief one where they could just sit and speak with one another, recall all the old tales and adventures that had been so much more exciting when he was new to earth.

“No, really! Captain would listen to me, even just a little bit, I could persuade them to give you prison, you know I’d visit you.” Maybe he was selfish, telling the man things like this. Trying to install the both of them with a false hope. In no world could Derek get away with this, Youngmi knew it. But even the empty silence when the two of them fought against the storm of emotions filled him with upset. Was it even fair to tell the man to go to prison to rot?

The angel glanced briefly over at the woman from Vos again. It still wasn’t ideal, being caught in this situation by anyone from the gang. “Temporary alliance against terrorists,” He grumbled back through gritted teeth. His brows furrowed when the man focused his attention on tempting the woman to resort to violence, and he shot Derek a fierce glare. “Cut it out! You’re making this difficult!”

Just as Youngmi was about to allow his limbs to move, take the situation into a more serious light, he paused. The words washed over him with a pain like he’d fallen into acid, and his eyes stung briefly. /From the likes of you/. “What, am I a monster to you? A mindless killing machine, only here to manipulate you and hurt you? I tried to help you and you left.” He took a deep breath, pulling himself back together in well practiced fashion.

Time seemed to slow when Derek moved to grip the Vos member. There were multiple things to do in the situation, and yet Youngmi’s mind had run blank. You couldn’t throw a sword at someone, he’d end up taking the woman out, if it even hit. The angry angel straightened up, in doing so allowing his wings to unfurl. They often seemed much larger than him if he wasn’t in flight, each well cared for feather fluffy and soon to be ruffled. A few ivory feathers drifted to the ground at his feet as he stretched the long limbs anxiously. He loathed them, self conscious of them being out where anyone could see them, where they were at risk and where they made him a bigger target. But they were also useful, much as he hated to admit it. “You’re a coward. You have the opportunity to fight me fairly and you chose to hold someone with a knife instead,” He snapped at the man. Again, his chest hurt, and he fought back the need to apologise and try to fix things. He’d been doing that for too long. ‘Am I one of the bad guys?’ The thought briefly flickered in the back of his mind, but was quickly disposed of. He could put himself down when the situation had been dealt with.

“If you kill a member of Vos, after I beat you I’m going to drag you to them and let them whatever they want with you.” He still needed to be closer before he could do any damage. As he hissed, the feathered creature took causal steps across the street, as though he was doing nothing but going to collect groceries from a store. /From the likes of you/. Derek’s words still hung in the air around him, strangling him as he tried to think clearly. “Nothing you do will change my perception of you, you’ve literally shot up a street and I’m offering you the chance to atone for it. If you won’t hand yourself in, come fight me like something worth more than a parasite to dispose of!”

@LEE YOUNGMI @FELICIA SCHRODINGER Derek’s clenched jaw loosened as his crazed eyes softened a little the more he listened to his friend’s spiel. Youngmi’s nagging brought back so many memories he thought were completely buried. Memories that he locked away to harden himself from the harsh reality he was forced to live with everyday. Memories of when he was simply happy. As soon as Derek realized he was starting to be swayed, he released an audible, shaky breath that was mixed with an irritated laugh. Did it really only take a few words from the angel to distract him from carrying out his duties? He knew he should have pretended they were strangers the moment they saw eachother.


“You know that’s not true.” His deep voice echoed through the almost eerily silence aside from exploded fire hydrants and beeping car alarms. "They’ll have my head after all this mess." His lips curved at how naive his friend was. No matter how kind hearted he was and how driven Youngmi was to see the good in Derek, others wouldn't take too kindly to a human that slaughtered this many citizens in a span of mere 2 hours.

Derek's now dulled eyes flickered over to the VOS member then back at Youngmi, taking in the credulous words flowing out of the angel's lips. Even Derek was almost convinced. "I see VOS and Dream Gaurd are holding hands now." His voice slightly bitter. The VOS member didn't seem to care whether he was a good person or not. Her face expressed one of boredom and impatience. "Are you saying that because you couldn't be bothered to carry out the task... or do you even have the guts run the knife through me yourself?" He arched a brow at her in amusement.

Youngmi’s words seem to weigh heavily on Derek's shoulders. To distract himself and to keep himself from breaking off from his mission, he diverted his attention to the VOS member, attempting to rile her up. Although she had a bit of a bite to her words, her dainty stature gave Derek a sense that she wasn't one to engage in face to face combat often, let alone kill anyone.

His head snapped back to Youngmi at the mention of his sister, his eyes hardening at the angel with an unknown deeply-seated malice. "I don't need words of advice or guidance from the likes of you." His hurtful words slipped out before he could stop himself. Immediate regret rained down onto Derek, but he stood his ground, biting back the apology fighting its way forward. "What will it take for you to give up on that old image you have of me, Jae?" Within seconds, Derek was across the street behind Felicia, holding a knife to , his other hand restraining the VOS member. "Will this help?"

@FELICIA SCHRODINGER @DEREK MANTAYA Youngmi’s small hands clenched around his swords as he was faced with the drunk man. He didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone so off their head before, and when it was your friend, it was a lot more terrifying. He was now positive that alcohol was the source of most bad things. He was glaring hard, though not in an angry light, only in a rather small, and disappointed one, as though he’d really wished he could’ve hauled his friend down a different path. Even the nature of the smile, which came twisted with more than a hint of insanity after causing so much destruction, made the angel want to keel over and throw up right there and then.

“I don’t want to kill you Derek. But I won’t let you go off and end so many innocent lives. Heaven doesn’t deserve so many new citizens today. We both know that between the two of us and with you in your current state, I’m going to waste you if we fight.” His deep voice had finally found its stability, but his shoulders still felt heavy. “Please just put the gun down and let me take you in. I can stop them killing you, please don’t throw away yourself like this.” Maybe Youngmi was still just caught up in the past, tangled in his own memories of when he and the hunter were younger, when it had been so much more peaceful. It came at the risk of his head being blow off for sure, but Youngmi stared hard up at the man.

“Would your sister enjoy seeing how twisted you’ve become? Would she be proud, watching her brother become nothing more than a drunk murderer?”

He turned his gaze back to the woman. “We’re not going to kill him. He’s a good person, I swear. He’s just drunk, and stupid. We can’t do anything too rash.” It was a hypocritical statement really. Only minutes beforehand Youngmi had had no problem sinking his blades into whatever nature of Mortem warrior that may approach him. He didn’t know this woman’s story, hell, he didn’t even remember her name if she’d ever told him. The angel didn’t know if she was one accustomed to killing, or was someone he could reason with. Either or he had to try speaking with her further, the anxiousness that she may take it upon herself to kill Derek was eating him up from the core.

The impatient aura she had made him shake his head lightly to himself. He could tell he was losing points and the Dream Guard’s reputation very quickly, but right now he was thinking beyond the scolding he might receive for painting the order as a bunch of softies. “Will you please just help me arrest him, save another life from being ended? He’s.. he’s a good person.. he’s just not in his right mind right now..”

@LEE YOUNGMI @DEREK MANTAYA "if i caught you stealing anything during this, i will take away all of your belongings. yes, even the ones you have stolen before"

felicia groans as she eyed the jade bracelet in her hand while sitting on top of a mortem agent who is fast asleep. in fact, she is surrounded by mortem agents who are all fast asleep. felicia was just scouring for survivors while helping them get into safety (in a very bored manner of course) but then a certain shiny green thing on someone's wrist caught her eyes. while following them, turns out she got herself into a mortem sniper hot spot. and with the new weapon she was given to, managed to neutralize the snipers. everyone in vos knows that she's not one to kill, after all she is just a cat thief. so they gave her a gun with a horse tranquilizer that will guarantee them to sleep for long hours and she has to report back for them to be held captive.

felicia took out the walkie talkie "uhh this is schrodinger, i'm in the east quarter clements apartments floor 13, i got..." she paused to count the people surrounding her "10- wait no 11 mortem snipers and soldiers neutralized" she puts down the walkie talkie as she inspects the jade once more, adoration in her eyes as she can imagine how beautiful it will look like with her emerald green jade "roger that, we'll send people right over to you. and remember what boss said about stealing stuffs fel-" "oh shut the up i get it already" she hissed, turning off the walkie-talkie and throwing away the bracelet. she can't risk getting her other items taken away, she'll steal those bracelets some other time.

"stupid akaedi" felicia muttered as she jumps down from the window, landing on top of a mortem soldier who was guarding the area "whoops" she took out her gun and shoot the tranquilizer to the soldier who already passed out as she emerges from the dark alley. she was immediately greeted by a young man who asked her to stay close to him. 'dream guard' she hissed in her mind as her eyes twitch in annoyance. she has a couple of run-ins with the dream guard as they have foiled some of her plans. but of course, they never catch her. the grudge is still there though. "that's cute and all but don't ever give me orders" her voice is sweet but laced with venom, nevertheless she still stayed close to him.

felicia rolled her eyes at the figure of both mortem and dream guard in front of her. sensing the familiarity between the both of them only made her more annoyed "oh what a beautiful reunion~ are you guys going to make out now?" her tone is of cheery sarcasm as she smiled, but quickly morphed into a bored annoyance "you boys can do that later, we're kinda on a time crunch" felicia yawned "go on dream guard blondie, this shouldn't be hard for you" she crosses her arms and taps her foot, getting impatient even though only a mere minute has gone by

@LEE YOUNGMI @FELICIA SCHRODINGER "YAHHHOOOOOO!!!" Derek howled at the top of his lungs as he hung out the side of his Black Jeep Wrangler with his semi-automatic machine gun while his partner stepped on the gas, holding his steering wheel steady. It had been so long since Derek had felt so alive. The adrenaline running through his veins felt exhilarating and the smell of blood was intoxicating. It was the most Derek had ever felt all at once since his sister's death. His eyes gleamed as he watched the bodies of creatures falling limp at the touch of his bullets.

The jeep came to an abrupt stop at the end of the street, it's tires screeching over the trail of dead bodies. Derek swung his leg over the opened window and jumped onto the blood-soaked pavement, stumbling drunkenly. "Aish... where did everyone go?" He mumbled, swinging his gun over his shoulder and lifting his scorpion engraved canister to his lips. He hissed as the strong, bitter taste of whiskey coated the back of his throat, the excess dripping down the corners of his upturned lips.

It hadn't been long since he became a member of Mortem. Although Derek preferred working alone, he figured that it would be more efficient to join a team of hunters in order to find his sister's killers. . It wasn't even about that anymore. He had just grown so bored and tired of everything. He was tired of his dumb side jobs, tired of feeling guilty, tired of emotions. He poured the rest of his whiskey over his head, letting it soak his jet black hair, before shaking his head, releasing a satisfied sigh.

He lifted his weapon once more, shooting through the windows and walls of nearby buildings, laughing hysterically at the sounds of the horrified screams of those who were hidden away in the buildings.


“Derek Mantaya, I’m going to have to ask you to submit yourself to arrest, or face dire consequences.”

Derek froze, his laugher cut off sharply as he heard the familiar deep voice of his childhood friend. A small scoff of disbelief escaped his lips as he turned around, his lips still curved in a grotesque smile. "Well if it isn't Youngmi." He mumbled underneath his breath, his eyes still glassy from the high he was feeling. "Are you going to arrest me, now?"

@FELICIA SCHRODINGER @DEREK MANTAYA Lee Youngmi’s hazel eyes remained fixed on the street around him. It was a war zone, at least in his eyes. Instead of trenches there were people siding in the alleys, innocent civilians who just wanted to live their lives hiding behind bins and rushing to find their homes or the loved ones they’d been enjoying their days with. “ Mortem, send them all to hell and let their afterlives be ones of eternal suffering,” He murmured under his breath. Alright, maybe not all of them. He understood that these were merely misguided people, set on an unforgivable path by the tendrils of fate. Part of him longed to speak with them all, wrap them in his snowy wings and tell them that they didn’t need to allow themselves to be captured by such stupidity. But there would always be those in the world who wanted to cause pain mercilessly. “Are you well? Stay close to me please, I don’t want you to be hurt while we work together,” He called to the woman not too far away from him. A member of Vos, he believed. They hadn’t been well acquainted, but maybe there would be time to speak once the thick of the fighting was over. Nonetheless, he didn’t want her to be hurt during the operations of it all. While the Dream Guard and Vos had their disputes, he was confident their members were perfectly wonderful people of their own.

A few moments past and the weary angel looked across the square. Seeing so much death made him feel sick to his stomach. He was to protect lives, and yet he had to take them to do so. His wings were tucked away, leaving him with only his body and a blade in each hand. Determined to get the job over with before he threw up on the pavement, Youngmi found his next target. It was only when he approached with his weapons at the ready that he paused, his eyes widening and his mouth running dry. Of all people, why did it have to be a friend that he saw? His limbs felt as though full of ice, sluggish and wavering in his footsteps. His hands trembled, and he was almost unable to keep a steady grip on his weapons. “Derek Mantaya, I’m going to have to ask you to submit yourself to arrest, or face dire consequences.”

Goddammit all, he couldn’t even keep his voice steady. He was most certainly tarnishing his reputation as a warrior in front of the Vos member, and probably didn’t seem too threatening to the hunter either. But.. he couldn’t kill his friend.

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When the first attacks came, and Reina was not immediately sent into the thick of things, she had simmered angrily in the back of Eden's command tent and awaited her turn to plow into the fray and decimate those who had the nerve to attack her city and her people. She has children wandering around somewhere in the city. One is still a babe who isn't yet old enough to realize his mother is the Thunder God.

It feels like hours pass before Eden is sending her out onto the streets as a mobile unit. 'Help where it is needed', he had said. Reina can do that. She is one of the Dream Guard's most formidable warriors. These hunters have not faced the might of Reina Thor before, and they do not know what is coming.

Reina could fly into battle, using the wind to carry her like a leaf bringing doom (an analogy first made by another Guardsman, to describe her size and how she floats through the air), but there is a far more menacing entrance she can make to a battlefield. And menacing is what she wants. Striking fear in the hearts of the enemy is the first step to overthrowing them. Reina has experience with destroying the morale of entire armies.

She stops on an empty street and tilts her head back, uttering a kulning to the sky.

From afar, she can feel the first strike of lightning, and then the next. Dark clouds begin to gather overhead, the goddess basking in the whipping of the wind as the bleat of one of her prized goats reaches her ears. Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjóstr bring her chariot across the sky, and lightning crashes over the city as they glide toward the pavement, settling before their mistress. She greets each of her goats with a scratch under the chin and hefts Mjölnir, climbing into the chariot and gripping the reins.

The chariot and her goats are already enough to create the crash of lightning and the gathering of dark clouds, but with Reina in the sky, Mjölnir in hand, thunder rumbles and the sky darkens further. The goddess spins her hammer, lightning crashing down on the earth below. For the Dream Guard, it is a sign: Reina is dispatched. Reina is coming.

For her enemy, she knows it means nothing. But soon, it will. She twitches the reins and the chariot plunges toward the earth, Reina's hair whipped in the force of a rising wind. Her storm is ferocious, a boom of thunder ripping through the air when her chariot touches down with enough force to break concrete and stone beneath the hooves of her goats. Lightning crackles across the head of Mjölnir when Reina holds her hammer over her head, a ferocious cry peeling forth from as Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjóstr charge toward the fray, where her fellow Guards are tangled with humans who reek of bad intent.

She carves a swath through their foes, lightning arcing to her left and to her right, mighty hammer swinging to any who manage to get too close to her chariot. Reina is small, and she knows her enemies rarely take her seriously. But when she wields Mjölnir, when she wreaks havoc upon a line of foes with lightning and hammer, her chariot shaking the earth, the laughter turns to fear.

Reina pulls herself to her full height and pulls the reins over to the left, spinning her chariot to make another charge through the lines of the enemy. She calls out in her native language, a cry for her new home and her new people. The winds buffet at her enemies and she makes her second charge, inciting a futile attempt to scatter before her wrath. But they have attacked her city, attacked her people and some of her friends lay dead, the Valkyries circling overhead to collect their souls, and Reina's raging storm only grows hungrier.

"Dream Guards, advance!" she shouts over the roaring of the wind. She spits her hair out of , twitching the reins to adjust the course of her chariot. She lowers Mjölnir, only to the hammer back toward the sky. Above her the skies crackle and boom, splitting open with a torrent of rain to drench the battlefield. Now she must be careful, and Mjölnir vanishes. "No lightning yet," she whispers to her goats, "we wait until we will not hurt any of the Guard."

And back into the fray they charge.