ANGEL PARTAY (calling all siblings!)

[Chazaqiel]

Chazaqiel was bored, very bloody bored. It seemed this whole "get to the Akashic Records" thing was going a lot worse and a lot slower than he had imagined. He thought it would be as easy as finding Ramiel and throwing a few threats at him, but that wasn't the case. Chaza learned that his older brother wasn't just going to make this nice and easy for the watchers. He should have suspected that to begin with. Only a complete moron would do that.

So the Watcher, unsure what to do next with his plans, found himself stumbling into a night-club. It had been a while since he had set foot in a place like this. Lights flashing and music pumping. He liked it, except for the fact that he was alone. Chazaqiel never was the lone type, he enjoyed being around others.

Chaza plopped down into a seat and looked around, unsure what to do first. This place had no dancers, no strippers, not like the clubs that his brother Gabriel frequented. No this was a lot more innocent, everyday people gathering here to dance and let loose. He ordered some shots and put the tiny glasses down in a row on his table. Chazaqiel pined for a cup of coffee though and looked wearily at the alcohol. As odd as it may seem, he wasn't a big fan of alcohol, he was an expresso kind of guy.

He downed on shot, then another. Then another. And another. And another. Soon he was surrounded by glasses and he hung out of his chair a little bit. It looked like his vessel was becoming intoxicated. A drunk fallen angel?

What fun.

Chazaqiel started to laugh as he fell out of his seat, onto the ground. The world blurring around him, he leveled himself back into his chair again so he could continue downing drinks left and right.

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[Ramiel]

Its really good to hear you voice
(SAYING MY NAME)

It had been a vision that brought Ramiel here tonight. He was in search of two people; one was a demon and another was a normal human woman. Why he had gained visions of either were a mystery to him. He was intent on finding out because apparently the two were important to him in some way. The vision had clearly shown the two of them in this particular night club. The demon, he learned, was rumored to visit bars and night clubs frequently. He hadn't learned anything about the human woman yet. Ramiel looked around the den of sin, as some of his brothers called it, and figured this a scene better for his little brother Gabriel. Ramiel was completely out of his element.

As he fought to squeeze through the crowd of dancing bodies he noticed a familiar face at the bar. Chazaqiel? He thought and froze. Ramiel had not forgotten the last time the two had run into each other. It had ended in him putting a blade against his brother and threatening to end his life. It was the last thing Ramiel had wanted to do, but Chazaqiel had given him no other choice. The Watcher was after him. All of the Watchers were after him. Ramiel swallowed hard and began to walk toward the other end of the club. Why was his brother here? He was drinking, Ramiel saw, and he looked pretty...intoxicated. Was that common? Ramiel had known angels who could drink whole liquor stores before getting a buzz. How much had his brother drank?

It was also odd, because he found Chazaqiel not to be one for alcohol. He was obsessed with coffee like Ramiel was so fond of books. Ramiel knew one thing for sure. He was going to avoid his little brother as much as possible. His job was to locate the demon and woman. Ramiel hoped the purpose of this goosechase would come to him once he discovered the two, because he hadn't the slightest clue why Heaven found either of them important right now.

(IT SOUNDS SO SWEET)
coming from the lips of an angel

Tagged: All siblings
Comments: This thread is prior to Shadow Play.
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[Satariel]

There was nothing quite like wandering around on Earth, it really was just a bag full of fun, and it didn't hurt that he had one hell of a good lookin' vessel this time around. The world really was his oyster right about now, honestly though he didn't really enjoy the fact that he was a fallen angel and wasn't allowed back into the only home that he ever knew. Yeah that irked him but hell since he was stuck here Satariel figured he would make the best of it. And make the best of it he was!

He had found out about this new nightclub that had opened up in the town he was currently haunting and with a few charming smiles and a wink here and there Satariel found himself with a few dates for the night. Yep, more then one. In fact there were three and the best part was he had a red head, brunette, and a blond yeah he had gone above and beyond for this night. May as well have fun cause he wasn't going to be let back into heaven just like that and he sure wasn't looking to burrow into the hierarchy of hell.

Walking into the club with the three scantily clad women all touching and hanging on him in some way he was currently purring something in french that none of the bimbos understood but all got giggly when they heard it. The music was pretty good and the way the strobe lights reflected off the glittery dresses the women were wearing was entertaining on it's own. They all wanted to head right to the floor but Satariel felt like a drink would be nice, he wasn't very affected by alcohol but he did enjoy the taste so he started walking them towards the bar.

Unfortunately he caught sight of the blond that had slipped off his chair and the smirk on his face quickly fell into a frown the moment he placed who it was, "You ladies head on off to the dance floor, I'll be there in a bit," He smirked and shooed them off , tapping them each on the ass as thy giggled and walked past him. Straightening the sleeves on his blazer he slipped into the seat beside the blond and turned to him with a devil of a frown, the little shit was drunk, "Chazaqiel!" He hissed, "The hell are you doing here brother? And drunk?" There was someone else here, but he wasn't going to sweat that now, too busy with the damn drunk he had wandered into. Crap.

Listening to: Twisted Transistor - Korn
Word Count: 453
Tag: Featherbutts
Notes: He's an oversexed ass

[Gabriel]

Making out in the janitors closet...

Gabriel couldn't believe he was doing just that. Now, before you give him a dirty condescending look, take a minute and think to yourself, this is Gabriel, people. He does this. A lot. Maybe a little too much, but its okay. Because he's an archangel, he can do whatever the heck he wants. Even if that just so happens to have sex next to a mop and bucket in a closet at some random night-club.

The Trickster was halfway through pulling off his clothes, when he found himself pausing. He had thought he was the only one here at the club, but his "angel senses" were tingling and telling him otherwise. Ramiel was here and two other angels, most likely fallen, that he didn't quite recognize at the moment. Gabriel mumbled to himself before throwing his pants back on and giving the brunette he was with a peck on the cheek. He had no shame in doing this either.

Even though he was, in a way, betraying Yin. But this didn't occur to Gabriel, because technically the two weren't dating. Yin and him? If you asked the trickster they were best friends with benefits, baby.

Gabriel disappeared, fully clothed and he re-appeared next to his older brother, a smirk spread over his face. "Yo Rambo!" Gabe greets, giving him a mock salute. "Why are you here? Finally decide to let loose for once and get that stick removed from your ass?" The younger archangel snickered to himself.

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Tag: The Winged Amigos
Music: I'm not listening to anything...-sad face-
Notes: ......I don't even know. I just pulled this post out of my bum.

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[Chazaqiel]

Chazaqiel glanced up at the sound of his name. Huh? He blinked a few times, to try and clear his blurry vision. Satariel? Why was he here? Chaza stopped his idiotic laughing and stared at his fellow fallen brother curiously. "Hiiii Sataaaa, I wasss jusss gettin' somethin' to drink." His words were slurred and he was holding back a hiccup.

Chazaqiel was never good with alcohol, he had a very low tolerance for an angel. Fallen or not they weren't supposed to get this hammered. It just wasn't right. It didn't help that he was already somewhat drunk when he had entered the club, so when he downed all these drinks here, it was just adding more fuel to the fire.

Chaza didn't even noticed Ramiel, or Gabriel, over on the other side of the bar. He didn't really care at the moment either, he was to busy gripping onto the sides of the table and trying to withhold that bubbly laughter from coming out again. He was one of those kind of drunks. The ones that find everything downright hilarious, even something as boring as watching a bar of soap would cause him to go into a fit of giggles.

"Wasss you doin' here, Sataaaa?" Chazaqiel asked, a big grin on his face. "Bloody hell, don't give me that evil eye! I'm not drunnnk...Honest!"

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[Ramiel]

Its really good to hear you voice
(SAYING MY NAME)

It was as if life had a cue that when he was in uncomfortable positions to make it worse as time went on. Cue Gabriel. Ramiel jumped when his little brother appeared beside him. Typical. He should've figured he'd find his little brother here; Gabriel enjoyed the places most filled with iniquity. Ramiel cast a look back toward Chazaqiel, and now another Watcher had joined him. See? Life was out to get him. It made Ramiel tense that they were in the same night club as the Watchers. He couldn't rely on Gabriel to be much help if the Watchers decided to snatch him up. Ramiel percieved his little brother as being unable to take anything seriously. He also never seemed to consider anyone else's feelings but his own. Selfishness, Ramiel hoped he learned one day, would get him no where.

"Hello Gabriel," He finally acknowledged his presence. Ramiel cringed at his words, "No. I'm not here because I'm "looose". I'm here on orders, per say..." He hesitated and scratched the back of his head. Yeah...weird orders these were, and one of which he had taken upon himself. "I'm looking for a certain demon. Her body is Japanese...black hair and dark eyes...she's pale and has this strange marking on her left cheek. I've been given orders about her, and it's said she enjoys places like this." He rose a questioning brow at him. "You wouldn't happened to have...run into her...or anything, would you, brother?"

Ramiel wouldn't have put it past his brother to have met the demon. He went after anything female and that walked on two legs. How would she be any different?

(IT SOUNDS SO SWEET)
coming from the lips of an angel

Tagged: Siblings
Comments: Ooo...he's in trouble if Yin knows...and Ramiel will probably open that mouth of his. He obviously has a good opinion of his little brother
Credit: Lyrics-Hinder Lips of an angel. Image created by rasputin.
This template was created by RAWR!?
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[Satariel]

His eye twitched. Pure willpower alone was the only thing keeping Satariel from reaching out and strangling his brother. Strangling someone was frowned upon in this society after all and he didn't want to scare off the pretty little girlies that he had shown up to the club with or try to explain why he was strangling someone. Even though he deserved it. Why did he deserve it? There were reasons, many many reasons, not least of all because he was one of those stupid drunks. The very stupid giggly ones that laughed at nothing uncontrollably, how utterly annoying.

"Right now I seem to be stuck here playing babysitter," Satariel deadpanned and motioned to the bartender to bring him a drink, didn't matter what it was as long as it was something. Honestly, if he had known he'd be running into his any of his brothers Satariel would have made it a point to skip town, yes he wanted that much distance between himself and every other angel around. Why? He had his reasons, one of which was just the fact that he liked being an elusive little asshole. Muttering a thanks to the bartender he quickly downed whatever was placed in front of him and turned that deeply annoyed glance back on his brother.

"No of course not, you're just sloshing around in such an unbecoming fashion for shits and giggles, right?" He shook his head and motioned for another, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose with annoyance, "Why exactly are you drinking Chazaqiel?" And then there was that voice, "You have got to be kidding...." Straightening the sleeves of his blazer again Sata stood disappeared quietly only to reappear beside the other two angels, hands clasped on either ones shoulders, "Brothers, how lovely to see you both," He drawled, sarcasm dripping in his voice, "Why don't you both join Chaz and I with a few drinks, may as well since we're all here," Maybe he could pawn the drunkard off on them. Sure he acted completely blase about his brothers, but he did actually care about them all and couldn't bring himself to leave that little blond dolt alone when he was so utterly toasted and potentially vulnerable.

Listening to: Ten or a Two Way- Korn
Word Count: 371
Tag: Featherbutts
Notes: Sorry about that wait @_@

[Azrael]

Azrael was not in a good mood, an idiot hunter had tried to exorcise a young woman of a demon without securing her properly to make sure that she couldn’t escape, the demon had fled from the room and had been hit by a car injuring but not killing the girl. That meant that Azrael had to kill her, he had not minded killing years ago but he had always avoided killing children if he could help it not wanting to harm children because of the fact that they were so innocent. He knew that death would have taken the girl yet he had been close at hand as he had watched the hunter and he didn’t want the girl to suffer anymore than she had, therefore he would deal with death if the horseman wanted to complain to him about it.

He had decided that he would do something very human and go to a bar, he knew that he hadn’t drank in a long time it had been the human veseel. Before Ryan Goodnite which was close to three hundred years ago needless to say he was not used to drinking but he knew that it would take a lot of alcohol to get an angel drunk. Entering the bar he was surprised to see other angels there as well as some watchers, ordering a beer he walked over to them.

“Maybe if you actually did your job instead of sat here drinking the world wouldn’t be so bad right now” he said darkly despite the fact he had his own drink.

[adam]

As Adam slept Michael sat there in the boy’s consciousness, allowing his own mind to open up to the world beyond the simple room he was in. He felt the weight of the path he was on, heavy on his shoulders, and while all his brothers and sisters seemed content to play with these humans he knew that soon he would have to do his father’s will and in that perhaps destroy the world. The eldest of Angels was starting to find it hard to endure the youth that he had found himself in; Adam seemed such a base mind, so simple in thought and action. He yearned for his true vessel, hoping in Dean he would find a mind worth of the knowledge and gifts he could offer the elder Winchester, that is if it didn’t drive him mad. He knew if Adam were aware of everything that had been and all that was to come that the boy’s mind might very well snap and then he’d be no use to Michael as a pawn to gain Dean’s consent. A mad hostage would be no use at all; he couldn’t show Dean his great mercy if he drove poor Adam psychotic.

Then it began, like a tick in the back of the Arch Angel’s mind. It was the way that some parents instinctively know their children were creating havoc. Making sure that Adam wouldn’t awaken while he took control, Michael concentrated a moment and felt the gathering his brothers and sisters….well brothers and they always seemed to get into more trouble anyway. He appeared in the human bar, never one to slack when it came to a dramatic entrance, he was suddenly in the middle of the bar and sending out a force to all the humans (not vessels) there to make them fall into a deep slumber, he’d deal with their memories later. His eyes darted to each of his brothers, a look of annoyance on his features, especially for those who had allowed themselves to become intoxicated.

“Do you all not have enough work to do or must you be tasked with more?”

Thrill kill? That was Michael in spades.

[Asael]

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[atrb=style, align:left; width:200px; height:500px; font-family:verdana; font-size: 15px; color:#ffffff; text-align:justify; border: 1px dotted #ffd700; padding: 0px 10px;] Asael had taken control over her vessel, as it had been her duty to do so. Her assignment had decided to go to a bar, and she wasn’t going to let Azrael’s temper get out of hand. What she didn’t need was for him to destroy a whole city just because someone had pissed him off. And the ones she know who can do that easily are their brother and sisters, who she knew some of them were inside as well. She sighed and put on some of Sammi’s clothes that the girl had bought since her time back from the dead, and noticed that the human didn’t leave much for the imagination. With her vessel clothes in skin tight jeans and an almost too revealing tee shirt, the angel headed for the bar she knew her brethren were slowly gathering inside. Some of them didn’t seem too happy about what is going on around them. When she arrived, all the humans were sleeping. The only ones that were wide awake were those who were vessels to the angels, and she sighed when she noticed the human bartender was slumped over in the corner. She saw that Michael was of course being a buzz kill again, and she rolled her eyes at her older brother. ”Oh, lighten up Michael! We are all doing our jobs, but it takes time to accomplish them. Or have you forgotten with what you are trying to accomplish with your very own vessel?” She said to the oldest archangel, and walked behind the bar taking op the position of the bartender of this little impromptu party. Asael’s eyes wondered over the others and stopped on Azrael, who was with a couple of watchers, one of which was…drunk? How much has big brother had?! She thought to herself, and made up one of Sammi’s specialties for Michael to drink. The archangel needed to unwind and relax like the rest of them, he is such a buzz kill…	[atrb=style, width: 300px;]
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