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Post by Timur on Apr 27, 2017 3:51:01 GMT
Ah yes.
Lucifer was out. He would be getting his vessel soon enough. Alula had enough time to get used to the idea of an apocalypse, no? Now it was time to siege his vessel. And poor Alula, he wasn't feeling very patient.
The archangel would teleport himself into Alula's room with a flap of his wings. If his powers and senses were correct, which they had to be, then she would be in here. Alone. It wasn't important to him whether or not her pets were there, it wouldn't cause any trouble. Zabdiel turned to face the young female and gave a small, wicked smile. "Hello there. I think you know who I am and what I want, no?"
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Post by Pebble on Apr 27, 2017 4:04:10 GMT
"Coca! Don't eat that!" Her voice held a scolding tone as she dove half off the bed to grab her fleeing pet before he swallowed her pencil. "Look, I'll get you some worms the next time we go to he store, okay?" She asked, taking her pencil back. A cold chill shot up her spine and the sound of wings alerted her she was not alone. She flipped right off the bed, taking the pencil up as a kind of weapon as she faced her 'attacker.' His sinister smile shot chills all throughout her body. Zabdiel. She knew exactly what he wanted.
"I ain't gonna give it to ya!" She replied. "No!" He couldn't posses her, not with that answer. She promptly spat at his fee, pretty accurate too.
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Post by Timur on Apr 27, 2017 4:11:22 GMT
Well that reaction was you be expected, at least going off of what his brother's s sisters had told him about how willing the Winchesters had been to let an archangel possess them last time. She spat and he waved a hand up, freezing it in midair before it dissapeared. "Not sure you'll want to do that." he said with a monotone voice, eyes narrowing slightly. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but in the end I know you'll say yes. Believe me- I have my ways." the archangel continued, taking a step forwards. Humans would perceive this as threatening, no? "It's up to you, easy-" he broke off, raising one hand into the air as if it was one side of a scale. "-or hard." when he finished that he brought up his other hand, but a lot lower than his first hand, symbolically saying that the hard way carried more weight than the easy.
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Post by Pebble on Apr 27, 2017 11:42:04 GMT
Just because she was a Winchester didn't mean she didn't everything their way. She hadn't been raised around them. She had her own ways. She had been through hardships worse than death. So, she popped her neck and rolled her shoulders back, a smirk coming to her lips. "Well, Zabby, looks like we're going the hard way." She purposely made up the nickname just to poss him off... now, she had no idea just how this was gonna play out, but she wasn't saying yes. Never would she say yes.
Last words.
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Post by Timur on May 31, 2017 0:05:59 GMT
"Interesting." the archangel said. He was pretty sure that he was clear that she wouldn't want the hard way. What wasn't up with humans and Winchesters? Eh, as long as he got what he wanted. Selfish sure, but he was literally created to do this. That was the entire purpose to his existence. "Don't say I didn't warn you." the celestial being said. Then, he would pry his way into the young Winchester's mind and search through her past. Oh boy this would give him plenty to work with, most people didn't have this messed up of histories. Once a Winchester, always a Winchester eh? Then, Zabdiel would give a smirk and would replay memories from her past, every single bad thing he could find, flashing her entire ordeal before her eyes. Ill stop once you give me what I want. he would say, a voice in her thoughts to make sure she heard him. If this didn't crack her, he could always bend the memories and feed her lies.
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Post by Pebble on May 31, 2017 6:08:52 GMT
He went oddly silent. Now, too the green eyed femora, silence was something that meant horrible things. And, that little brain resting in between her ears was correct. She felt... exposed, invaded, as if something was figuring her out without doing anything. Again, the youngest Winchester was correct. Her back when rigid and her entire body seem to tense up, even going as far as holding her breath. It was as if she was trying to hide in plain sight. She was trying to hide her mind, something she didn't want was infecting every nook and cranny of the dark times. And whatever the creature had pulled out was a fate worse than any death. Instantly, she was infested with the memories of her childhood, it ran over her mind, trampled her reality check. She couldn't breathe, couldn't move. Her apple green visionaries were widened, the pupil as small as they could go.
It was as if her body was freed from whatever lock up it was experiencing. In a single, lucid movement, her legs gave out and she dropped whatever she had been holding, sinking to the ground as if melting. She curled up, hands over her head as she assumed the fetal position, a natural human response to both physical and apparently mental pain. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't pull herself to do it. She was lost, surrounded by the sounds of the city, ignored as she pleaded for help. It was honest to god, awful. Finally, finally, her lungs opened up and she seemed to suck in air, promoting a burst of vocals that could easily be identified as a scream of pure terror and pain. It distracted her briefly, freed her mind to think before everything rushed back. The voice in her head was not her own and she knew who it was. She refused to answer, focused only on gaining control of her own mind. Which of course, wouldn't work. Yet, being Alula Winchester, the freckled face teen refused to submit to his will.
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Post by Timur on May 31, 2017 7:45:31 GMT
She was a tough one huh? He personally didn't like the scream, as it would quickly attract attention from the other Winchesters which he didn't want. Not that they could do anything, they were just highly annoying rats. Normally anyone would of burst by now. He didn't have much experience, but that was what he had heard at the very least. Deciding that they were short on time before the annoying elder Winchesters came, he sped up the process. He would twist and bend memories of dean, doing things to play with her mind like replaying the scene where her mother burned, but Dean set the fire. Or twisting memories of Benedict and faking memories of him attacking her. Doing things to make it seem like the ones closest to her now, the ones who had pulled her from life on the streets and shown her some of the only true kindness she had ever known other than her mother, didn't care for her. Were just using her for their own benefit. People close to them only die prematurely. Look at Kevin. Or Madison. Or any random person they bumped into on a case. They only use people until they have no use anymore, what makes you think that your different? You're not the first you know, that thought they were cared about and only met their end early. I can stop that, I can give you everything you've ever wanted, you just have to say one. Simple. Word. honestly this was fun. He could get used to this.
AAAAHHHHHHHH
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Post by Pebble on May 31, 2017 11:29:34 GMT
Confusion and dread was a dangerous mix. At first, she didn't believe him, refused to believe the lies. But then he stated something, something true. He was right. They only used people. They only cared about themselves. Nothing mattered as long as it didn't involve them. They were self-centered ignorant brats. They had to be using her. But... Benedict wouldn't ever attack her, would he? No, he wouldn't... right? Did he? Just briefly she recalled their bath attempt, recalling just hoe to had gotten the scar in her arm. Benedict would do that. He was a monster too. Why was she believing these? She was stuck in an endless war of denial and acceptance. And, the latter won. She wanted the memories to stop, wanted her memories back. She couldn't take this. Maybe Lucifer was bad, forcing her to the brink of starvation, but Zabdiel was worse. He was killing her from the inside out... she'd show him. She gritted her teeth with a determination much stronger than any other Winchester. No, this was Bailey. Bite me.
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Post by Timur on Jun 24, 2017 6:23:46 GMT
Her scream had very much caught the bunker's attention. Sam and Dean were on their way, but Benny was closer and quicker. He didn't have anything to grab, nothing to prevent him from making a full on sprint to his girlfriend. She was screaming. That was bad. If something got Alula to scream like that it was very bad. Being a dogon, he typically could sense when supernatural beings were nearby. He wasn't sure if it was the dog- dogs were sensitive to the paranormal- or the dragon, but the closer the male got to the door, the more obvious it was that this was a very strong being. It was kind of familiar, like he had come across this one before. Wait- Zabdiel. What in the world was he doing here? Wasn't there something about possessing Alu and apocalypse? Crap. The male would panic even more, if that was possible, but in the back of his mind a tiny memory flashed. Alula reading to him. A sigil, required human blood. Banished angels. Would it work on zabdiel? One way to find out. Benedict scrambled to a stop by the door, falling and skidding on his knees. That would be sore later. Breathing quickly, he took advantage of the fact that the other's power was concentrated on something- distracted. A little dogon like him could slide under the radar. He glanced around, looking for something he could use to nick his hand for the blood needed. There was a sharp corner, but that wouldn't do anything. He glanced at his palms, remembering that human teeth could break skin too. Here goes nothing. Soon enough, the dogon would have the sigil up. He could hear sam and Dean's footsteps coming closer rather quickly, which brought him some relief. If he messed up, they could take it from there. The male felt like he was going to pass out, but would fight against it. He couldn't pass out now, he had to help Alula. Next step was simple right? Just slap your hand on the center of the sigil. He could do this. "COVER YOUR EYES!" ------------------- Benny was right. Zabdiel wouldn't notice him, and would simply continue messing with alula's mind, feeding her sick and twisted lies and bringing back horrid memories. It took a bit of energy and a good bit of concentration. He was thinking that Sam and Dean would come in guns blazing, he wasn't expecting a boy who was usually timid to write a vanishing sigil on the door. Though he certainly figured that out when the torture stopped, his eyes did that white glow-y thing, and then he was gone with a rather loud and bright poof. ------------------- "ALULA!" Benny would scream, black dots dancing in his vision. Not now Benny, you have to stay awake. For Alula. Shakily, he grabbed the doorknob and used it to pull himself up, forgetting about the state of his hands(adrenaline rush of sorts), and stumbled into the room once the door was open and the angelic shockwave was over. His gaze quickly scanned the room, finding his girlfriend on the floor and would go over to her, falling to his knees by her side and trying to give her a (weak)hug. He wasn't made for this kind of stress, but he was glad he could pull through. The male wasn't sure what was going on, but considering that she screamed like that he would try to comfort her. "Its gonna be ok Lu, I banished him, he's gone now, everything's gonna be ok." Benedict spoke, half speaking to himself as well. His breathing was still pretty fast and uneven, but right now he was more relieved than anything that he did something right and could help, and that she wasn't dead.
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Post by Pebble on Jun 24, 2017 6:39:14 GMT
//suddenly alula died of shock, the end.
A ringing sound and the images stopped being thrown at her, stopped appearing. However, they were still in her mind, haunting her with echos of her own, terrified childish screams. Her eyes were wide opened, pupils dilated beyond belief, apple green eyes filled with terror and nothing but that. As Benedict moved her a bit, she just kinda... stared through him, mind still caught on the lies and her past, trying to process it. What was real and what wasn't real? She felt something warm on her back and instantly, the metallic smell and taste of blood overwhelmed her senses. Was it hers or Benedict's? Or neither? She swallowed roughly, slowly, just very slowly coming back to the reality with a quick blink. She blinked a few more times, finally escaping just a second to take in what happened.
"You're bleeding." Were the only words that escaped her. Benedict didn't bleed often, he kept himself out of trouble. The only time that he did bleed was when... when they were captured. She could feel the pain of being tortured burning hot on her skin despite it never happening, supposedly. She winced, eyes squeezing shut as she fell limp into the curly haired boy's arms, unsure of just what exactly happened. She was tired, really tired. Her head slumped forward onto his shoulder, doing his terrible habit of fainting in this kind of stress. She was in shock, honestly.
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Post by Timur on Jun 24, 2017 7:04:32 GMT
It took quite a few moment's for Alula to respond to him, though she did. And then promptly passed out. It took him a moment to register her going limp, as his mind was still racing and putting together some of the puzzle pieces of what happened, though it clicked in his head soon enough. He felt her breath, assuring him that she was still alive, and he let out a long sigh, rocking back and forth a bit. He did it.
Sam and Dean were in the room quickly after, Sam pointing out to Dean the used sigil on the lower portion of the door, but Dean's mind was too focused on Alula and what could of happened to make her scream. The door would be forced open further than it was(Benny hadn't opened it very wide) and it hit the wall loudly, causing Benedict to jump in surprise and quickly whip his head around to see what was going on. Dean. The elder male would forget about Benny's relationship with Alula for a second, only concerned about "What happened? Is Alula ok?" with Sam in the room just after him. Sam would give his brother a look that said to be gentler, but Dean ignored it. He simply wanted to make sure that everyone- particularly Alula- was ok. Benny's reply was a shaky "Zab- Zabdiel." glancing up to Dean in an almost scared manner. Sam would go over and offer Benny a hand to get up, which the young male accepted and pulled him and Alula up. "She passed out." Benny said, refusing to let go of her in fear that she would fall to the floor and get hurt. "You did good, ok? Let Dean and I take it from here." Sam said, a sympathetic look in his eyes. He was honestly surprised that Benny managed to banish an archangel, and that he even knew the sigil. Benedict gave a small nod, let out a small sigh, and promptly passed out as well, slumping against Sam for the Winchester to catch them- which Sam did, don't worry. Though Sam would get a close up at Benny's tendency to sleep or pass out with his eye sight open.
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Post by Pebble on Jun 24, 2017 7:14:48 GMT
Being moved around a lot was definitely something to wake her up. Alula was not naturally a light sleeper, in fact she often slept soundly. But she was trained to wake herself up if in immediate danger. And being moved around a lot like this? It snapped her right up. She stumbled back from whoever was holding her, a splitting headache causing her to groan in pain. The world was spinning around her and she was seeing double. She promptly seated herself on the floor, squeezing her eyes shut and clenching her teeth from the pain of her headache. She blinked for a second, the light of the room rather troubling for her. Any voices hesrd would seem rather loud to her, causing her head ache to grow further. Briefly, the lies and images flashed in her mind. "It's not real." She said, unaware she said it in a normal tone. She was really out of it.
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Post by Timur on Jun 24, 2017 7:22:21 GMT
Wren Alula stumbled away Sam would think he dropped her and tried to 'catch' her, though she continued to stumble away and he quickly came to the conclusion that she was now awake. Benny was still passed out though. Dean would rush forwards and to her side, attempting to hug her. He was just the best father ever, wasn't he? Absentee the first 14 years of her life, she got tormented by Lucifer, now she was tortured by another archangel. Dad of the year award right there. She spoke, though he decided best not to question it right now. They had an archangel on their tail. "C'mon, let's get you some rest, you seem like you need it." he said, unaware of her headache. He would look back at sam, almost as if asking him what to do, and then realized that Sam needed to get Benny to his own room to rest, and he needed to take care of Alula. Sam gave a small nod, and would pick up Benny and walked out. It was routine to him now, whenever Benny passed out. Dean then would turn back to Alula, swallowing rather roughly. Why in the world did they just have to have the worst luck? Why couldn't he just let his daughter have a normal life?
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Post by Pebble on Jun 25, 2017 3:03:57 GMT
She flinched at his sentence, finding it loud. However, she nodded, pushing herself up and falling into his arms with a groaan. Pebble was loosing muse for this thread though.
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