Humans are luckier than they know. They have an amazing gift. Free will. Fairies, weres, vampires, dragons and the like have the same gift. Even demons and angels have it, to an extent. It's an amazing thing, to be able to choose your life's path for yourself.
"Crap, crap, crap, crap, CRAP!" she chanted to herself, winging her way through the early morning traffic. She was so late! The commander was supposed to give her and her teammates their mission today at nine, and it was already 8:55. If she wasn't on time then her already precarious position in the army would be lost.
Of course, her position wasn't caused by anything she had done. Except be born, which was seeming like a worse crime every day.
Dodging early morning commuters and throwing apologies over her shoulder as she went, she managed to land on the ground floor landing strip with seconds to go. Folding her wings neatly, she then sprinted for the doors. Just before she could enter however, a guard threw his arm out and asked for her pass card, even though she had come in this way for as long as she could remember. Quickly flashing her card, she continued her mad sprint, finally arriving at the commander's door out of breath and red faced.
Commander Michael's stern brown eyes met her emerald green ones as she burst in with a rushed apology. Here she stopped in confusion. Her teammates were not in the room!
"Commander-" she began, before he cut her off.
"Sit down Mem. We have already sent off your teammates. You, however, seem to think that a direct order from your commander is something that is below you. You, apparently, are exempt from the rules! Do you have any excuses to offer for wasting my time and the time of your teammates?"
Mem wisely remained quiet through out the commander's reprimand.
Commander Michael, the most feared African American commander, was well known for his zero tolerance lateness policy. He was strict, but a great commander, and she regretted having made him angry.
"I didn't think so. Your mission will take place in DrakesHold High school, one of the most prestigious in the world. This is a high school for paranormals, and they have, in the last five years, installed a program where they are taking all paranormals into one school and teaching them. Before they taught only angels, the light fay, and white witches. However, the surrounding city has become a haven for the sleazier side of paranormalacy, with demon and fay drugs now on the market, among other things. Until recently, there has been little demonic activity, but we now have classified data confirming that the demon population has reached over 10,000, while the human population remains 2,000,000 and the various other paranormal species number 30,000. The demon population consists of three lesser demons to every seven greater level demons."
Mem choked on her own breath and stuttered, "But sir! Those numbers seem to indicate that there are 7,000 greater demons in one human city! Numbers like those-"
"Haven't been seen since before the Week-Long war? Yes, we know. That is why we are sending our top operatives to Karamin city, along with you and your two teammates. You will be going along, despite your.." here he glanced at her wings, "deficiencies, because your stealth and fighting skills are top notch. Do not fail us, or this mission will be your last. Any and all necessary items have been sent your new home already. Any questions?"
"Sir, what are we expected to do in a high school that could not be done outside?"
"Find out what has all these demons so active! We need to know what they know."
"Yes sir."
"Jesus, they told me you were bright, girl. Start the teleport spell!" he said, calling a young female angel into the room.
"Earthside eleport ready." she shouted, "Commence countdown!"
The large office rang with the shriek of metal on metal as a metal panel in the wall began to move. Mem stepped forward, already zoning into her mission mode. Commander Michael watched her walk forward, and wondered if this time next week he would receive a message informing him of the death of another of his soldiers. Quite a few had died there already. Of course, if any one could survive, it was this girl.
Mem disappeared in a blinding flash of blue light, on her way already. He silently wished her luck before turning to a report on the renewed vamp vs. were turf war.
Exactly fifteen minutes later two new angels entered his office, five minutes late. He waved for them to sit, putting the report down. "Good morning. You are Ryazaki and Deidara, correct?"
The woman nodded, her ruler straight blonde hair moving with the motion of her head. The man also nodded his head, although his blonde hair, pulled back in a ponytail, did not move. They both wore standard guardsman's outfits, black pants and long sleeved black shirts with practical tennis shoes, the shirts pulling tight against both the woman's curvy figure and the man's muscular frame.
"You received the mission debrief?" the commander asked. Again, they nodded.
"Sir... is it true that we will be working with the... You know.." the woman asked, her blush at interrupting him hidden behind a Phoenix half face mask.
"Yes. You will."
The man also hid his reaction behind a plain half face mask, but asked, "Is it true, about her wings?"
"Aye, one is "black as midnight", the other "white as fresh snow". Is that all?" he asked with a touch of impatience.
"Yes sir," both answered.
"Good, then go on through."
Again with the shriek of metal and blinding light, before the commander was left alone in his office once more.
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Going through the tunnels always felt like being punched in the gut. Mem came out the other side and gasped hard for air before her lungs began to work again. A black canvas bag lay on the floor of an empty warehouse. Walking up to the bag, she discovered two katana, a gas mask, several small explosive papers, sharp wire in rolls, leather gloves, throwing knives, a few larger, unbreakable obsidian knives, and a silver pistol with four magazines of silver bullets.
She whistled as she dug through the weapons. "They're sure going all out for this mission. They even put my swords in here!" Slinging the large bag over her shoulder she walked out if the warehouse into bright sunlight, hiding her wings along the way.
As she exited, an excited something hit her square in the midriff and swung her around in a circle. The girl's squealed greeting was cut short as Mem slammed her into the wall, bracing her forearm against her throat and growling. She was surprised to see long straight copper orange hair, chocolate brown eyes, and the friendliest expression she had ever seen on anyone. She was dressed in cut off shorts and a dark green t-shirt with a white fairy outline curling up the right side.
"Ooohh, you are super good at this!" she squealed into Mem's shocked face, seemingly not noticing her predicament aside from a slightly strangled note in her voice.
"OMG how rude I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Yaya, I'm a fairy, and I'm like your new roommate! And I know all about who you are! I might have maybe possibly gone through your stuff before Syrie kicked me out of your room!" Mem mentally cussed at herself for expecting to be able to blend in here, not noticing that she had let go of Yaya.
"OMG we have like the best apartment ever," Yaya said, not noticing Mem stiffen when she grabbed her wrist to guide her to the house, "We're only, like, ten minutes from the school, and we've got a great view, and a pool, and Maya's totally awesome!"
Is this girl just excited about everything, Mem wondered, bemused, as she was forcibly drug to her new life.
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Rya and Deidara
"Ugh, what a horribly boring mission. The last time I went out, we were in Guam to deal with a Kracken demon. I got a great tan too..." Rya complained bitterly.
"Will you shut up, I want to check that our new... teammate... is gone," Deidara said, saying the word teammate with slight distaste.
"She's gone, I would be able to sense if she wasn't. Can you believe we're paired up with that monstrosity?" she said, checking over her duffel bag before slinging it over her shoulder and leaning on a nearby crate.
"Yeah, I figured I would never even see her.. Not that we have yet, you'll notice."
"Yeah, but still.. The first and only."
He snorted and said, "Of course she is, and there won't ever be another. Half demon, half angel, all wrong. I'm surprised they didn't kill her at birth."
Rya glanced at him sharply and then tossed him his weapons bag.
"HEY! Careful with this, unless you want to blow up the whole city?"
Rya scoffed and said, " There's barely enough explosives in there to bust the warehouse, let alone the whole city."
"I use explosive clays, you idiot. So yes, there's going to be enough explosives in this bag to blow up the city," he reminded her, scowling.
She paled a bit but still managed to sound angry. "Well then remind me next time! Now let's get going or we'll be late."
"Fine. Just remember not to contact me unless absolutely necessary until school starts. Don't fail classes, and-"
"Always show up unless you're really sick. Yes, I remember the basic how not to stand out training. Geez."
Looking angry again, Deidara led the way to the door. "Just be careful."
Nodding, Ryazaki went to go find her new apartment as Deidara also went his own way.
Humans are luckier than they know. They have an amazing gift. Free will. Fairies, weres, vampires, dragons and the like have the same gift. Even demons and angels have it, to an extent. It's an amazing thing, to be able to choose your life's path for yourself.
"Crap, crap, crap, crap, CRAP!" she chanted to herself, winging her way through the early morning traffic. She was so late! The commander was supposed to give her and her teammates their mission today at nine, and it was already 8:55. If she wasn't on time then her already precarious position in the army would be lost.
Of course, her position wasn't caused by anything she had done. Except be born, which was seeming like a worse crime every day.
Dodging early morning commuters and throwing apologies over her shoulder as she went, she managed to land on the ground floor landing strip with seconds to go. Folding her wings neatly, she then sprinted for the doors. Just before she could enter however, a guard threw his arm out and asked for her pass card, even though she had come in this way for as long as she could remember. Quickly flashing her card, she continued her mad sprint, finally arriving at the commander's door out of breath and red faced.
Commander Michael's stern brown eyes met her emerald green ones as she burst in with a rushed apology. Here she stopped in confusion. Her teammates were not in the room!
"Commander-" she began, before he cut her off.
"Sit down Mem. We gave already sent off your teammates. You, however, seem to think that a direct order from your commander is something that is below you. You, apparently, are exempt from the rules! Do you have any excuses to offer for wasting my time and the time of your teammates?"
Mem wisely remained quiet through out the commander's reprimand.
Commander Michael, the most feared African American commander, was well known for his zero tolerance lateness policy. He was strict, but a great commander, and she regretted having made him angry.
"I didn't think so. Your mission will take place in DrakesHold High school, one of the most prestigious in the world. This is a high school for paranormals, and they have, in the last five years, installed a program where they are taking all paranormals into one school and teaching them. Before they taught only angels, the light fay, and white witches. However, the surrounding city has become a haven for the sleazier side of paranormalacy, with demon and fay drugs now on the market, among other things. Until recently, there has been little demonic activity, but we now have classified data confirming that the demon population has reached over 10,000, while the human population remains 2,000,000 and the various other paranormal species number 30,000. The demon population consists of three lesser demons to every seven greater
level demons."
Mem choked on her own breath and stuttered, "But sir! Those numbers seem to indicate that there are 7,000 greater demons in ONE human city! Numbers like those-"
"Haven't been seen since before the weeklong war? Yes, we know. That is why we are sending our top operatives to Karamin city, along with you and your two teammates. You will be going along, despite your.." here he glanced at her wings "deficiencies, because your stealth and fighting skills are top notch. Do not fail us, or this mission will be your last. Any and all necessary items have been sent your new home already. Any questions?"
"Sir, what are we expected to do in a high school that could not be done outside?"
"Find out what has all these demons so active! We need to know what they know."
"Yes sir."
"Jesus, they told me you were bright, girl. Start the teleport spell!" he said, calling a young female angel into the room.
"Earthside
teleport ready. Commence countdown!"
The large office rang with the shriek of metal on metal as a metal panel in the wall began to move. Mem stepped forward, already zoning into her mission mode. Commander Michael watched her step forward, and wondered if this time next week he would receive a message informing him of the death of another of his soldiers. Quite a few had died there already. Of course, if any one could survive, it was this girl.
Mem disappeared in a blinding flash of blue light, on here way already. He silently wished her luck before turning to a report on the renewed vamp vs. were turf war.
Exactly fifteen minutes later two new angels entered his office, five minutes late. He waved for them to sit, putting the report down. "Good morning. You are Ryazaki and Deidara, correct?"
The woman nodded, her ruler straight blonde hair moving with the motion of her head. The man also nodded his head, although his blonde hair,
pulled back in a ponytail, did not move. They both wore standard guardsman's outfits, black pants and long sleeved black shirts with practical tennis shoes, the shirts pulling tight against both the woman's curvy figure and the man's muscular frame.
"You received the mission debrief?" the commander asked. Again, they nodded.
"Sir... is it true that we will be working with the... You know.." the woman asked, her blush at interrupting him hidden behind a Phoenix half face mask.
"Yes. You will."
The man also hid his reaction behind a plain half face mask, but asked, "Is it true, about her wings?"
"Aye, one is "black as midnight", the other "white as fresh snow". Is that all?" he asked with a touch of impatience.
"Yes sir," both answered.
"Good, then go on through."
Again with the shriek of metal and blinding light, before the commander was left alone in his office.
Going through the tunnels always felt like being punched in the gut. Mem came out the other side and gasped hard for air before her lungs began to work again. A black canvas bag lay on the floor of an empty warehouse. Walking up to the bag, she discovered two katana, a gas mask, several small explosive papers, sharp wire in rolls, leather gloves, throwing knives, a few larger, unbreakable obsidian knives, and a silver pistol with around four magazines of silver bullets.
She whistled as she dug through the weapons. "They're sure going all out for this mission. They even put my swords in here!" Slinging the large bag over her shoulder she walked out if the warehouse into bright sunlight, hiding her wings along the way.
As she exited, an excited something hit her square in the midriff and swung her around in a circle. The girl's squealed greeting was cut short as Mem slammed her into the wall, bracing her forearm against her throat and
growling. "Ooohh, you are super good at this!" she squealed into Mem's shocked face, seemingly not noticing her predicament aside from a slightly strangled note in her voice.
"OMG how rude I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Yaya, I'm a fairy, and I'm like your new roommate! And I know all about who you are! I might have maybe possibly gone through your stuff before Syrie kicked me out of your room!" Mem mentally cussed at herself for expecting to be able to blend in here, not noticing that she had let go of Yaya. "OMG we have like the best room ever," Yaya said, not noticing Mem stiffen when she grabbed her wrist to guide her to the house, "We're only, like, ten minutes from the school, and we've got a great view, and a pool, and Maya's totally awesome!"
Is this girl just excited about everything,
Mem wondered, bemused, as she was drug to her new life.
Rya and Deidara
"Ugh, what a horribly boring mission. The last time I went out, we were in Guam to deal with a Kracken demon. I got a great tan too..." Rya complained bitterly.
"Will you shut up, I want to check that our new... teammate... is gone," Deidara said, saying the word teammate with slight distaste.
"She's gone, I would be able to sense if she wasn't. Can you believe we're paired up with that monstrosity?" she said, checking over her duffel bag before slinging it over her shoulder and leaning on a nearby crate.
"Yeah, I figured I would never even see her.. Not that we have yet, you'll notice."
"Yeah, but still.. The first and only."
He snorted and said, "Of course she is, and there won't ever be another. Half demon, half angel, all wrong. I'm surprised they didn't kill her at birth."
Rya glanced at him sharply and then tossed him his weapons bag.
"HEY! Careful with this, unless you want to blow up the whole city?"
Rya scoffed and said, " There's barely enough explosives in there to bust the warehouse, let alone the whole city."
"I use explosive clays, you idiot. So yes, there's plenty of explosives in this bag to blow up the city," he reminded her, scowling.
She paled a bit but still managed to sound angry. "Well then remind me next time! Now let's get going or we'll be late."
"Fine. Just remember not to contact me unless absolutely necessary until school starts. Don't fail classes, and-"
"Always show up unless your sick. Yes, I remember the basic how bit to stand out training. Geez."
Looking angry again, Deidara led the way to the door. "Just be careful."
Nodding, Ryazaki went to go find her new apartment as Deidara also went his own way.