Ashes to A S H E S [OPEN!]

[Satariel]

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[Chazaqiel]

Mutter Mutter Zaza is going to kill me Mutter Mutter. Chazaqiel was trudging gloomily down an old dirt road, kicking up stones as he went. He was in no mood for human contact at the moment, his head swirling with thoughts and long lost dreams. Everything was all dull and...unhappy today. Usually Chaza was ecstatic, well as ecstatic as a Watcher could possibly get. Which was very little, he suspected, because what is there for them to be happy about? Nothing. Zip. Zilch.

Chazaqiel wasn't amused with Samyaza's plans, but it wasn't like he could just go against him. He was the 'leader' of the leaders, the biggest prick he had ever laid eyes on. He thought he was supposed to run this show, which just ticked Chaza off. Speaking of the show, how was that going? Horribly, right? Chazaqiel just couldn't figure out how they would manage to get to the Records. Ramiel, as usual, was being stubborn and there wasn't a doubt in his mind that he wouldn't be easily swayed.

It was a shame too, because Chaza always liked Ramiel the best out of all of his other brothers.

Chazaqiel yawned to himself and looked around. It seemed his thoughts had strayed him off the dirt path and had led him to an old run down building. Wait. The Watcher frowned, sensing a brother inside. What the hell is he doing?

Curiosity got the best of him and he went bounding into the abandoned church, a smirk spreading slyly over his face. "SATA!" he yells in a sing song voice. "OI SATA, WHAT'CHA DOIN?"

[Satariel]

[atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 500px; background: #000000 url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/satarieldone-1.png) no-repeat right bottom; outline: 3px double #85766b, bTable][atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,15,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; color: #000000; width: 295px; background: transparent; ][atrb=valign,top] Satariel cringed, turning slowly to look at his brother. Well shit, he had gone years upon years without running into the other watchers and he had wanted to keep it that way damnit. But as of late they all seemed to keep popping out of the wood works and even worse, they kept finding him, or running across him in one way or another. He was supposed to be elusive, and for some reason it was the biggest wack job of the bunch that he kept finding himself left with. That was probably for the best though, Chazaqiel wasn't as dangerous to be left with like Samayaza for example. In fact, out of all his family, especially where the other 'watchers' were concerned Satariel probably had the biggest soft spot for the knucklehead standing behind him. Not that he would ever actually admit that out loud of course. Instead he let out a deep, weary sigh, shoulders slumping for just a moment before straightening back up and turning to look at the other angel, "Chaz, why are you yelling?" He pinched the bridge of his nose, "We're the only ones here," Knucklehead, "As for what I'm doing here? I was simply enjoying the peace and quiet here, well that and I figured I'd see what the ghost here was up to tonight," There wasn't any real reason he was here, aside from having thought that it was a good place to be alone, obviously he was wrong, "And just what are you doing here Chazaqiel?" He didn't like the look on his brother's face, that sly look that indicated that normally indicated that something exponentially stupid and mildly irritating was probably going to occur in the next fifteen to twenty minutes. Satariel couldn't help but let out another weary sigh, sure that this was going to turn into one of those nights, the kind that made you want to slam your head into a wall, just by that look on his brothers face. WORD COUNT: 375 MUSIC: Ashes to Ashes - A Perfect Circle WEARING: Something sheek WHERE: Abandoned Church NOTES: Someone feel free to join

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[Chazaqiel]

Ghost? There was a ghost here? Chazaqiel perked up a bit. He just loved to mess around with ghosts, it was always so amusing. Yes, the ghosts usually got irritated with him, but that was alright by him. The dead and the living seemed to be that way. "Aw you came to give a widdle ghostie some company." the Watcher teases, gawking around the church, wondering just where the spirit was hiding at. They were such crafty little creatures, easily blending in to their surroundings. It would probably be torture trying to play a game of hide and seek with one.

"Ohhh just thought I'd come and see what you were up toooooooooooooo." Chazaqiel replies, eyes sweeping through the ruins and resting on something shiny. Now if there was one thing that this fallen angel loved, was shiny objects. He could care less about money and paper bills, diamonds and rubies were more like it. They had more value, if you thought about it. Paper comes from trees, there are trees everywhere. But diamonds? Diamonds form by lava. Do you see lava everywhere? Uh...No.

Chazaqiel, being his overly excited self, went flying over to the gleaming item, swiping it up and examining it closely. He completely disregarded Satariel now, as though he wasn't even there. Perhaps that was one of Chaza's downfalls? It was like he had ADHD. Hell, he probably did have it, he just didn't know about it yet.

"EEP!"

Rubble came flying and Chazaqiel went tumbling to the ground, letting go of the jewel and staring up at a rather pissed off looking ghost. Oh...Shit. He scrambled up to his feet and brushed the dust from his jeans. "Geezus, woman, are you trying to kill me?" Chaz glanced over at Sata, giving him a quizzical look.

"Sataaa, tell your wittle ghostiekins to back the hell off."

[Satariel]

[atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 500px; background: #000000 url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/satarieldone-1.png) no-repeat right bottom; outline: 3px double #85766b, bTable][atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,15,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; color: #000000; width: 295px; background: transparent; ][atrb=valign,top] "I came to enjoy the peaceful solitude of the place, and maybe talk the, 'widdle ghostie' as you put it, into moving on to where ever she's supposed to be," Sata had one very unamused look on his face at the moment, in fact he was regarding the other watcher with a very dry look at this point, he couldn't put into any words just how much he loathed it when Chaza decided to speak like that. Honestly 'widdle ghostie' of all things? He was an angel, a being that existed before time actually had a meaning and there he was using what Sata believed humans called 'baby talk.' He turned his back on the other watcher, looking at the crucifix again and shaking his head slightly, until he heard the other man start to drift off. Tiny attention span, was it possible for a perfect being like an angel to have attention deficit disorder? Well one might not think so until they met his brother Chaz. Raising a brow as he slowly turned to see what the blond was up to, he started warning him against whatever it was he was going for, "Chaza, I'd leave that alone if I wer-" Too late. Satariel was in fact cut off by the other man basically screaming bloody murder. "You had it coming Chaza, no one told you to go snooping around," Satariel said lightly, slipping his hands into his pockets and walking towards the pair, clear eyes narrowed on the ghost in front of him, "And she's not my 'ghostiekins' for the record," He shot Chazaqiel a look, waved his hand at the ghost and she disappeared a moment later, probably sensing what Satariel was capable of doing to the spirit, "Chaza, what's going on? Ive spent decades avoiding the other watchers and now I cant turn around without running into one of you," It was true, "What exactly is Samyaza planning, do you know?" WORD COUNT: 330 MUSIC: Ashes to Ashes - A Perfect Circle WEARING: Something sheek WHERE: Abandoned Church NOTES: He's suspicious xD

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