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Post by Pebble on Oct 10, 2016 0:54:11 GMT
Okay so. With the arrival of her mother, Pebble had decided to pick up on her power training thingy. Could she send things places? She was about to test that... but she needed a guinea pig. Which, this was going to be herself. If she did get stuck in this place, Dofferz or somebody could zap her back, right? Right. So. Let's get this show on the road. She popped her knuckles and neck and took a deep breath. "Phew. Alright. Let's do this." She focused her mind on outside (despite having wings, she was willing to use her powers). She squeezed her eyes shut and raised a hand, getting ready to snap her fingers. She took a deep breath and then... snap! Suddenly, she lost her stomach and existence in the world completely. She became nothing, not even a particle. It was odd as she stretched out and was just everywhere. She screamed in fear. Everything around was nothing. She was nothing. And it was scary. Why was it like this? Then suddenly, she was something. The world started to morph back together, as did she, and she could hear things, smell things. Then, gravity. She was suddenly on the ground, rolling on the concrete before being stopped by a building. That hurt, mind you. She groaned, eyes unfocused and the world spinning. "I'm never doing that again." She muttered, gagging as she tried to process what was up and what was down. She rolled onto her stomach, rising onto all fours to steady herself more. Okay. Okay. Traffic. She was in a city... in an alley that was formed by two closely packed buildings. Where, though? Then, suddenly, a weird sound came to her ears and she looked around. The wall she had seemingly came from morphed and spat out a black shape, catching Pebble off guard and forcing her down again. They lay there for a while before regaining their senses. The black form was up first, nosing Pebble. "Kishan?" It wagged. Oh. He was so small! A black German Shepherd, like his old form... except... he was an actual dog? What? How? She looked to the wall again, eyes wide, before standing, using the other wall as support. Okay. She was taller. And definitely older. Somewhere in her late twenties, Pebble guessed. She had claimed skinny jeans, a pair of grey sneakers with white shoe laces, and a blue under Armour hoodie. Odd, anybody in London would probably note. American. She ran fingers through her hair, smoothing the brunette hair down. Okay. She was basically just an older version of her original vessel. Fair enough. She looked down at her pet, shrugging at his confusion. She was about to try to get them back when the wall morphed again. Pebble stepped back this time, not wanting to combine with this new person spat out.
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Post by Timur on Oct 10, 2016 1:25:12 GMT
The sound of a wing beat indicated that an archangel was teleporting. If there was no sound and they still disappeared it was something different. So when Timur had gone to check on Pebble to see if she needed anything and saw her disappear? She freaked out. Pebble snapped her fingers, and Timur couldn't sense her there, so that meant she had gone somewheres else. On accident or on purpose she didn't know, but Tim didn't know where she was so she was hell bent on finding her.
One thing led to another, and it would be the form of Luci and Timur falling out of the wall next. They both looked like usual, the same old faces they had been back in the other universe, just a little windblown whatever the term was. Messy hair but same meat suit. Timur looked up and saw Pebble, she looked different yet but a mother knew when it was her child, and this was in fact Pebble. "Pebble!" she exclaimed, running over and attempting to draw her into a hug. No she wasn't the biggest fan of physical contact, but Timur couldn't help it. She was relieved to see Pebble alive and well and safe and unharmed. Luci on the other hand was slower to get up, noticing something that Timur didn't. Why would she? She didn't have wings or a grace to loose, so she wouldn't notice the difference. Lucifer would. He was... Human. All that archangel power that normally flowed through him was gone. He felt weaker, unable to do what he usually could. How he had gotten out of the cage was the good question, but somehow he had. He looked down at his hands in shock. How had this happened? Not even being thrown from heaven caused him to loose his wings and grace, caused him to become human. It didn't do that to anything. So what had they done? Timur would then release pebble from the hug, and spotted Kishan. That was Kishan right? Hard to tell because hellhounds didn't have souls to look at and see. She would look over her shoulder back at her husband, expecting to see him walking towards them or something. The look on his face got her concerned. "What's wrong?" the female asked, concern for him making itself visible on her face. Did something happen? Timur walked over to the former archangel, taking his hands in hers as she waited for an answer- while he figured out how to answer.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 10, 2016 1:38:53 GMT
Pebble tensed with the hug, not really on the big side of the hugging type. "Ah. Um. Hi." She said quietly. Yes. She was released. Her attention honed in on her father. Then, it hit her. She started realizing it too. She wasn't seeing his regular handsome angelic features; no she was seeing Nick. His wings were missing too! She peered over her shoulder. Oh deary me. Her wings were gone! Her grace... it was like it wasn't her grace. It was weakened, just barely even there if at all. She stumbled back two steps. Was this her fault? Oh dear it was her fault! "I am so sorry." Her voice was breaking and eyes wide as she realized what she had done. The only thing that was keeping her from dying now was the hoodie, that smelt faintly of smoke. That was comforting her. "I-i didn't mean to dad!" She was apologizing to him, since she was the reason he was missing... Lucifer. It wasn't him. She wasn't her. Where even were they?
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Post by Timur on Oct 10, 2016 2:29:27 GMT
The thing was, Luci didn't know how to respond. He just looked at Timur helplessly, not knowing what to say. And that's when she realized. There wasn't as much power radiating from him as usual, and when she looked, she couldn't see his wings. Or his grace. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen Pebble's either. "Oh..." she said. Well with grace and wings or not, he was still her Lucipants, and she would still love him. Pebble realized at the same time too, and pinned the blame on her. She did that a lot, she realized. Luci has been mostly lost as he tried to cope with the fact that he was human, but didn't blame Pebble in the slightest. Her broken voice lifted him out of it, snapped him back to reality. "It's not your fault Pebble, it's nobody's fault. Don't blame it on yourself. There's nothing you could of done about it." The male said, his voice purely sounding like that of Nick's. He would get used to it yes, but right now it was Timur the only one used to being purely human. In fact, she still had her powers, she realized. How was that? Oh- she didn't have a grace to loose. They're powers were connected to their grace. It all made sense to her, or so she thought. There was probably something she was missing but oh well. They'd get back to their own universe, but for now they would have to worry about things like food, water, and shelter more. However now wasn't the right time to bring that up, and she would wait until she thought it was. Now Timur had maneuvered so that she was facing Pebble, but decided to lean into Luci. She nodded in agreement with his statement. No this wasn't pebble's fault, but she would have to see that first for her to think that. Figuring out where they were wouldn't be too hard, as Timur had learned in the past. But first the conversation at hand. Her mind got off track way to much.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 10, 2016 2:47:57 GMT
//*chants* otp otp otp
Pebble was still blaming herself. Would she let it show? No. She hated breaking in others, she hated showing any emotion in general to others. It was a fear, a thing that couldn't be fixed. It was the way she was, always had been. Taking the blame. It was a sweetheart thing to do, sometimes. Others, it got her into some major trouble. Like now. She would nod, deciding to remain silent. It was the smarter thing to do, right? Right. She instead focused on Kishan, something that never made her upset. He was helpful; unlike her. Curiosity got the best of her and now look at them. Curiosity killed the cat. Right now, she was kicking herself for doing something so stupid. A whole new mountain of stupid, actually. She crouched, focusing on her pet as she rubbed his ears, regaining her run away thoughts. It took only a few seconds and she rose back up, sighing as she realized they all had human needs, compared to what Lucie and Pebble usually felt. "Guess we should find out where we are..." she would mutter, almost speaking to herself despite both of her parents being there. She would avoid eye contact with them, instead peering out to the street. Dark clothes, dark weather, dark everything. Her first guess was Russia but eh. Not loud enough. Britain?
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Post by Timur on Oct 10, 2016 3:27:31 GMT
That was something Timur would probably never understand. Here she saw no one to blame, no reason to pin blame on anyone. She wouldn't understand why Pebble was so insistent to blame herself. Well maybe it was best to put the subject away for now, bring it up when she was ready to talk. Timur was quite stubborn at times, and she was now determined to make Pebble not blame herself. Lucifer would wrap his arms around her, as if subconsciously trying to protect her from the dangers of earth that were now so much more, well dangerous. More dangerous now that he couldn't use his archangel powers to protect her. The last thing he wanted was for his loved ones to be put in danger. Pebble spoke, bringing up a good point. There were a couple ways they could go about that, two the Timur thought of right noes. Just hang out like normal and listen to the accents, or tell someone that they were lost, and ask what street they were on. Then take that street name to the public library, they always had computers that were free to use. Either way they'd likely need a computer to find out some things, they'd need it at some point. "Do you think we've jumped across universes? You know like how Sam and Dean were shoved into a different universe that one time? Maybe that's why... why you don't have your graces or wings." she said, having stuttered a bit when she got to the part about them not having their wings and graces. She thought that bringing it up might make them feel bad, but then it was too late to go back. Whoops. What she said she thought made sense, she just hoped she worded it right to get her idea across. And then from there they could work with that, and hopefully figure out where they were.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 10, 2016 3:37:58 GMT
Pebble wasn't one to approach others on her own free will, so asking was probably out of the question. At her mother's words, she mentally flinched, blinking physically. Howevwr, her chin would whip up and down in her eagerness to agree. "Maybe... oops." Her last word was mouthed, not wanting to pester her family. It was kinda her fault they jumped universes; her idea to test a power she didn't understand. Hadn't they warned her about that? Maybe. Maybe so. She didn't know; since when did she pay attention in class? This year... she was regretting it. She fiddled with the inside if her pockets, trying to keep herself slightly distracted but still alert. Worst thing to happen now was somebody getting hurt... and it being her fault because she wasn't on her toes. Kishan nudged her hand with his cold nose and she jumped, having never felt coldness before.
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Post by Timur on Oct 10, 2016 23:48:36 GMT
They probably had warned her, but they didn't blame her for being curious. Timur probably would of done something similar had she been in her spot. Pebble was still a child, still learning about the universe and everything in it, how to do things and all the wonderful beauties the world contained. Who wouldn't be curious? Timur didn't blame her for trying something new, even if it did land them in a sticky situation. She was a child, she wouldn't be held responsible for things like this. She for one was curious to what Pebble had been going to say, any ideas would be welcomed right now. "Did you have an idea?" the female asked, Luci however remaining silent for now.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 11, 2016 0:44:11 GMT
Pebble jumped slightly before shaking her head. "No. It was nothing useful." She spoke, having it already slipped from her mind by now. Her brown eyes would dart everywhere, picking out every little thing to keep her distracted from ever looking at her parents. She shifted, shoving her hands into her pockets. "I mean, the first thing that came to my mind was food hut eh. We need to find a sort of currency for that." She said, rolling her shoulders back as she studied the ground. They were just standing here like knots on a log and she hated it.
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Post by Timur on Oct 13, 2016 4:15:53 GMT
Timur had a tendency to not really do much until someone else did. Once someone else started moving then she would do something. So really until Luci or Pebble did something she would sit there thinking. Food, yes that would be important. Though she was right, they needed money. And to figure out how to get that money and what kind of money they needed they would have to figure out where they were. Timur's mind pondered this for a moment, and she would look up to Luci, then realize that that was a stupid idea, and then tried to look to the left and see Luci- but that was also a stupid idea. So then she went to the position she had been in, waiting for something to happen. They'd be new to the concept of hunger and thirst and all those human things, she'd have to teach them about several things. It'd be Luci that would do something next. "Well let's go find out where we are, can't be too hard." he said, unwrapping his arms from Timur. She herself was still uncertain of what to do next, you just had to get her gears turning and that's when more would happen. Whoops.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 13, 2016 4:26:38 GMT
With the movement of her father and with directions in her mind, Pebble would curtly nod. Her fingers brushed the tips of her German shepherd's ears and she would be first to walk. Considering Pebble was always hungry (seriously her stomach was an empty pit) it wouldn't take much to get her moving and thinking. All she needed was directions and somebody at her side and she was good to go. She took mental note of her slightly chapped lips, reminding herself not to bite the skin off and, her heel being already rubbed raw from previous shoes. Infact, she was walking where she slightly touched the ground toe first, reducing the friction of shoe against sock against skin. She paused at the end of the alley. "Coming?" She asked, obviously taking the role of leading them. Not too confidentially, mind you, but enough she didn't appear weak. Giving Kishan a final smoothing of his fur with a single swipe of her hand, she shoved her hands into her pockets and peered into the stream of people despite her poor eyesight. She was able to pick people out as individuals if they were two feet away from her, any farther they all kinda blended into each other. They all wore the same colored clothes; grey, black, grey. Way to make it easy. At least it was better than the colorful and bright colors of America that strained her eyesight. She wasn't too underdressed here either, her hoodie being that of a grayish blue, jeans grayish blue, and sneakers grey. Her dog was black so yay! She still felt slightly underdressed and she decided to wait on her parents. In the meanwhile, she would only give a blind stare to the people walking, occasionally dipping her head to those who acknowledged her presence. Which wasn't very many. And those who did were close enough she could see so she did no disrespect. A lucky fortune.
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Post by Timur on Oct 21, 2016 2:43:11 GMT
Timur probably hadn't been to London before, surprisingly. She would occasionally take short visits to the surface but spent most of her time in hell. When Pebble got moving she would hesitate, debating on weather to say something to luci first but decided on following along, gently taking her husband's hand to guide him along as well. This was a new place, pebble shouldn't be alone. When Timur and Luci caught up with Pebble, she was waiting for them with Kishan. She'd try to keep up with her next time. Luci was wearing what he usually was, it stood out a bit but it shouldn't matter too much. Timur peered amongst the crowd, trying to see something along the lines of a street sign, but she couldn't see one. Not yet at least. So now what would they do? Taxi's cost money, so that was no good. Hmmm. They had to find some sort of shelter before the sun went down, this she knew.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 21, 2016 3:46:05 GMT
Pebble offered a smile to her dam and sire before peering around again, eyes blind to those far away. She stepped out onto the street, glow stick hitting her chest lightly as she did so. Her brown eyes gaze around, amazed at how many people were walking around her. She hadn't seen this many people. Things with souls. She always had been stuck with the demons, who flew around at random. They were vicious creatures. They knew to move when a Princess, the Prince, the Queen, or the King walked through however. These, did not. They fascinated the partially blind girl. Though, something new caught her off guard. The vibrations of the city, yeah she got used to that. But these vibrations... running. She had felt those before. Rarely and it was almost hard for her to make out the familiar waves. She started counting. Who ever was running, they were taking long strides. Somebody tall. Urgent. Goosebumps rose along her arms and a chill ram up her spine. Her dog gave a low growl of warning, causing some people to step away wearily. She looked to her right. Nothing. It was her left. At that time, it was too late. Everything slowed down as she raised to face who ever was sprinting so urgently. She braced herself, but still side stepped. He caught her entire right, side, forcing a few steps back. It hurt, yeah. But it was just a run in. She probably stopped them. She spun around on her heel, side throbbing. Her blade was up her sleeve and she almost wanted to get it out. But she didn't. She had Kishan. He was currently stiff, hackles raised until Pebble shushed him. Something was urgent and she stuck her glow stick necklace in her hoodie. Okay. He was tall, as she guessed, messy hair and... beautiful blue eyes. She liked blue eyes. Yet she was slightly angry at him running into her and her eyes flashed ember for a half second, too fast for most to notice. "Are you okay?" Her silky, siren like voice asked him. It held concern despite her face and stance saying otherwise. Who was he to run into her? The Princess of Hell?
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Post by Timur on Oct 22, 2016 17:15:11 GMT
Redheads. Schizophrenia. Murder. Next victim. Facts and clues to the current murder floated around his head, causing him to pay more attention to them than his surroundings. Afterall, most people moved out of the way when they saw someone like him running. John was behind him, and Sherlock wasn't expecting to run into someone. Maybe he should of.
He didn't say sorry, he hardly ever did. Instead, after the run in, he quickly looked at the other and the two behind her, trying to pull information from them. New. Lost. Possibly family? They were certainly close, close friends at the very least. The two behind her were married. American. Ew American. Their entire being radiated American. The one he ran into had tucked something a necklace of sorts into her hoodie. It glowed faintly. There was a dog, interesting. Didn't see many dogs. An American thing it was. The dog was angry, wait no that wasn't it. The dog was defensive, trying to protect its owner. She had something in her sleeve, long. Possible weapon? She was cautious, he deduced, not the most trusting type. "Interesting..." he muttered to himself. They were quite an interesting bunch. Then she did something that caught his attention, fully distracting him from the case. Her eyes.
John didn't notice them, but all-attentive Sherlock did. It wasn't best to inquiry now, but he had no idea how she did that. Trick of the light maybe? Disease? Side effect of a medication? But none of those made sense! Why would her eyes go ember like that? He had to know. She spoke, but he pretty much ignored her except for a small nod of his head. She didn't mean it, by the look on her face. "Sherlock, the case?" John asked. Oh right! The Schizophrenic shop owner. "Oh yes, right." he spoke, turning to John as he did before turning to the tight-knit group again. "Care to tag along? Yes? Excellent, let's go." he said, his was of inviting them. Sure they were American but these ones were interesting. John would surely be mad at him, but he ignored him for now. He noted the look on the blonde's face, it was certainly interesting. She was surprised and intrigued it would seem, but he also noticed that she seemed to be excited, almost like a fangirl. Made sense, given his reputation, but it was a bit more than he had gotten before. And that got his curious as to why, on top of the girl with the dogs' eyes, and the case. Fun day was it not?
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Post by Pebble on Oct 22, 2016 18:08:23 GMT
Woah wait a second. Everything was moving much too fast for her own simple mind to process it. Okay so this dude was named Sherlock. As in the beloved novels? And the saying "no dip, Sherlock"? Okay. That made little sense. What type of parent would name their kid a slight meme? Meme lords? Apparently. Wait. So. They were tagging along now? Wait they didn't get a chance! She took note of their accents. British, it twas. Was this how Britains acted? Well. Just this one. He seemed equally as weird as herself. Not Dofferz weird. Yet, atleast. So... where was he going? She rubbed her neck with one hand, an act of self-reassurance. She usually did that sub-conciously. As soon as she did and sighed inwardly and turned sideways, back facing the wall so she could keep an eye on everybody. Another untrusting act. She gave a look of question to her parents before addressing the male. "Um... okay?" Her voice was insecure, having changed from fake concern to small and shy. She clicked and Kishan immediately came to stand at her side, eyeing the two new men. Oh, dear Grandfather God, what was happening? The questions swirled forward and clouded her mind.
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