@Fraust
He nodded, trying to make a decision. "I guess it would be quicker to go with Pluto?" He suggested cautiously, hoping that Joan was honestly okay with both
He nodded, trying to make a decision. "I guess it would be quicker to go with Pluto?" He suggested cautiously, hoping that Joan was honestly okay with both
(Oh, your 13 too? Nice) Joan was again suspicious, "Why are you stuck here? Nash's here because he's hurt. You don't look to be." Joan heard Nash and replied, "Sure. Lets go then."
(I'm an awkward, complete and utter derp. I'm like just please let me read in the corner and OH FRICK THE TEACHER CALLED ON ME good thing I can read and listen at the same time answers question correctly and goes back to reading)
(What!! I DO THE SAME THING!!)
(And then everyone's just like wait I thought she was reading because you know how teachers always call on people they think aren't paying attention? I just learn to do both and boom, fun reading in class)
Pluto partially unfolded her wings, making the odd coloration visible again. "Wasn't born an angel first off, I'm a sort of hybrid. The man upstairs tried recruiting me, but that was right after I found out he killed off all the rest of the hybrids. So I was hunted for a long time, still am. I'm just reserved for the important assassins. Besides, you think any true angels would want anything to do with someone who looks like this?" She put her hands in her jacket and shifted her feet, feeling suddenly self-conscious
"I think your wings are very nice, ma'am." Nathaniel commented. He hoped that his opinion meant something, considering he was an angel, if not a very good warrior under pressure
"So your a hybrid, like me? Finally! Come on, lets go to your truck." Joan pointed around, ready to leave.
(That's awesome, what time zone are you in??)
She looked up, a small stunned smile on her face. She subconsciously fluffed her wings a few times. "Um, thanks." No angel had ever said anything nice to her before, especially not about her wings
"But, we should probably get to the truck. Follow me." She started to walk through the trees
(I'm not sure, it's currently about 7:00 where I am though) Nathaniel bowed slightly again before stopping himself, straightening up. "Sorry! It's going to be hard to not bow or call Joan 'ma'am'…"
Joan starts to follow, thinking about hybrids. "What are you a hybrid of?" Joan asked blindly.
(It's 4:17 my time)
"Uh. Well, I used to just be human. Kind of. Don't really know. Long story short, an angel named Hades was dying in my backyard and I sort of accidentally absorbed his grace. So now I'm this, I guess."
"That's interesting." Nathaniel said, trotting along behind them to keep up. "I'm pretty sure I'm just an angel."
"Hades? Also called Lucifer? How old are you?" Joan saw Nash's face and whispered, "It's ok to be polite and bow, if it's really that hard to stop don't worry. M'kay?"
"No, not Lucifer. Totally different guy. See I'm almost 200 years old. Y'know the Greek gods? They were all hybrid angels. Humans that were secretly a test type of new angel. They all went on the run when they started to be hunted, and Hades was the last original hybrid. He ironically got smacked down by a nuke about 2 years into WW2. Killed by the species you're trying to protect, now that's a way to go."
Nathaniel went pale. "That sounds awful! How many others were there?"
"Oh, that makes more sense. Do you want to travel into town with us?" Joan looked over to Nash, her wings shifting. "Do you want him to come?"
"Hard to say. As far as I know there were about 200. The fall of Greece and Rome? The hybrids being killed were kinda the cause of that."
"So your a hybrid, hybrid?" Joan turned back to Pluto. "Do I have that right?" She asked.
She chuckled. "That's one way to put it."
That didn't seem to make much sense to Nathaniel, but he didn't question it. "Where are we going again?"
"M'kay, and Nash?" Joan turned around. "We're going to his car, so we can go to town."
"Almost-Oh, never mind. Looks like he came to us." A large, beat up black truck sat parked in the middle of a dirt road they had stumbled on. Its headlights shone brightly in the shade of the trees, made more noticeable by the fact that it was getting dark
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