"People don't have wings, kid," the short, but taller-than-them male replied dryly, his eyes clearly calling bullshit, "I think you lost too much blood-"

"DON'T TELL ME I'M FUCKING CRAZY WHEN I'M IN FUCKING PAIN-!" The child nearly roared compared to their earlier crying, and the raven sent her a sharp, but surprised look, and the child continued, their eyes filled with tears, but notably angry, "AND WHY THE HELL DID YOU RIP MY SHIRT, HUH?! I HAPPENED TO LIKE THAT ONE-! AND ON ANOTHER NOTE-" the stopped screaming all together, and stilled, their shoulders adopting a large, steady tremble as they choked, coughing slightly before hacking up a mouthful of blood. They managed to swallow the majority of it, but a trickle left the corner of their mouth, sliding towards their chin as a small, shaky hand, still stuck in gloves, raised to smear it down their jaw.

"Fucking hell.." the child hissed, sounding more like an adult than a child before pinning the ever-watchful raven haired male with a steady glare, "Can you sew or not.." Farlan glanced between the two shortest people as he watched the heavy air. Isabel sat silently on the sidelines beside him, but he saw her eyes trailing to the package he'd set away from them, his own eyes catching sight of something small and blue flicking out of the flap, and disappearing, as if twitching.

"I can sew," the raven's monotone was, low, and slightly annoyed, but the other two kept out of it, sharing a look as they creeped closer to the bundle.

The child clicked their teeth, sitting up hesitantly onto their knees, despite the obvious pain, and rolled their shoulders, giving him a look that was clearly condescending, "Don't scream and I might pay you for helping me out.."

"I don't scream," the raven had the audacity to scoff, now more than ever with that 'I call bullshit' look on his face. The child really didn't like that look.

"Fine then," the kid seemed to smile, though it was more of a grimace, before they shifted their stance, struggling to lay down on their stomache, using their arms as a pillow so their back was presented to the room, closing their eyes briefly in pain before speaking, their voice almost slurred, "Just dont freak out."

No sooner had they said that did blood seem to explode from the right side of their back, flying out into the air as if they were shot, but halting mid air, and slowly dripping down, as if they had hit something, wrapping around it and dripping slowly toward the floor in little rivers of blackish-red.

Isabel passed out.

Farlan choked.

Levi stared.

"Either get the shit to sew it up or give me the shit to do it myself," the child seemed to dart their eyes out to the adults, before glaring at the stone-like raven, "Thought you weren't gonna get scared, doll-face."

"Don't call me doll-face,"" the man glared sharply at the child, his hand freezing midair as he reached toward what looked like a spindly tree of blood sprouting from their back. However, when he reached toward it's edge, his hand still midair, and no where near the blood, he felt something soft envelope his fingers. Soft and warm.

He withdrew his arm sharply, and the child hissed, sending him a glare worthy of his own.

"Stop fucking with my feathers and get over with it-!" the kid snapped, screwing their eyes shut as they bowed their head into their arms, their voice muffled from their position, "I wouldn't be in this fucking mess if that chick hadn't pierced my fucking wing with that deathtrap. I AM IN PAIN, IF YOU HAVE NOT ALREADY COME TO THIS CONCLUSION YOURSELF. MY GOD- NOT EVEN SAEYOUNG WAS THIS MUCH OF A PRICK-! AT LEAST HE GAVE ME MORPHINE-!"

"Shut up," the male snapped, holding out a hand to grasp the back of the kids neck, not completely at ease with touching them, but more concerned with stopping the blood that was ruining his clean floors. "Where the hell is the wound, I can't even see these so called 'wings' of yours.."

"Upper arch," the child grit, clenching their teeth as more blood seeped down toward the floor in what, to him, looked like slow-motion, but, after a moment of observation, started t reveal blood-soaked feathers.. Large ones, almost the size of his forearm, thick and shaped with blood, but otherwise invisible.

He then got an idea, a sick one, that, after, would require him to thoroughly scrub his hands, but if it meant getting this brat off of his ass sooner, so be it.

His hand found the base of their back, reaching his fingers, now coated in blood, around until a thick, warm muscle twitched beneath hi touch. He flinched, but grit his teeth, his eyes narrowing as he coated the blood around the muscle, painting it up and out as he felt up the soft, twitching limb. It took several minutes to gather enough dripping blood to paint the entire base of it, but by the time he'd felt up the entire, pained limb, he managed to draw enough hisses from the child to rival a diseased cat, and painted out a demonic, blood red wing.

It was the shape of an angels, he would give it that, but painted a sickly blood color, with a stench to match, he was no where near being in awe. He moved to clean his hands in the wooden wash bin quickly, before moving to thread the needle, chancing a glance to his siblings to see Farlan with Isabel supported in his lap, her eyes turned up in a faint and the blonde looking ready to loose his breakfast.

Assuming the thread was sterile, he wouldn't put it back in the medical kit otherwise, he hated the needle over a nearby sconce, letting it sit over the flame briefly, before threading the knotting the thread, and moving back to the kid.

"This is going to hurt," he warned solemnly, watching the child's shoulder's tense, though their words were more sarcastic than anything. "Is that so~? I'll keep that in mind.."

"I might enjoy sticking this thing in you if you keep that up," he warned in a low voice, his eyes narrowing in on the now obvious split through the arch of the wing, the upper muscle more fur than it was feathers. he cleaned out the wound as best he could without making it disappear, before lining up the needle, and settling into a pattern.

The kid was silent through the process, not another word or sound out of their mouth, though he could see their shoulders tensing with strain, and the occasional tap of their fingers on the wood.

Twenty minutes passed, and he waited until he'd tugged the wound completely closed, before sighing, tossing the bloodied needle into the pile of need-to-be-cleaned tools, moving first to clean his hands in the soiled water, before grabbing a clean rag with only a drop of blood from the original explosion. "Hold still.. I have to clean that shit off."

"Thank you.."

The words were unexpected, and he paused his trek to get clean water to give them a look. "Don't get used to it, brat."

"I'll be out of your hair, soon enough, Captain," she child seemed to grin then, a taunting smile that sent him both annoyed and curiously cautious. They had said it so patronizingly.

"Whatever," he muttered, rolling his eyes as he turned to leave the room, out the door in search for the well.

"Ren," Natasha called out cautiously, watching the blonde in the corner eye her warily, clearly spooked and unable to understand. He titled his head, dusty green eyes watching her intently, "What..?"

"Ren-!" the girl called again, this time, more level, and comanding, "It's safe to come out, they didn't hurt me, and they won't hurt you."

The bundle at his side moved, and Farlan nearly scrambled to his feet, watching as a.. Dog... popped it's head out of the bundle and struggled out of the grey wrap. It freed itself, then practically scrambled toward the small child, however, instead of barking, or jumping to lick the child, it plopped itself in front of him, ears lowered and its head following suit as it sat silent.

"Poor boy," the child sighed, shaking his head as he glared at him, "Why didn't you tell me your speaker was broken? Did you force yourself to tell me earlier?" The dog finally made a sound, but rather than a whimper or a bark, Farlan tensed when it let out a shrill, metallic-sounding groan. He hovered over the silent Isabel, his eyes trained on the child as they gingerly sat up, the bloody appendage shaped on his back trailing along the floor, almost, if not bigger, than the child themselves, and shrugged into a cross-legged position.

The child was angled toward Farlan now, patting their lap so the dog could crawl into it, resting it's head onto their knee and its tail on the opposite.

What scared him was the kid pulling a large portion of fur from it's back.

"Hey-!" he started to shout, but stopped when the child seemed to pull out some sort of thick, stick like tool, the end of it glowing a faint blue. He swallowed when the child looked over to him, eyebrows raised in question, before returning to the dog.

Farlan's eyes darted down to the dog, who seemed no way in pain, his eye brows furrowing in painful confusion as he watched the child inspect what looked like a mess of metal gears and what looked like tiny ropes inside the dogs body.

He wanted to throw up..

He was on the verge of it earlier, but..

He was out the door in seconds.

Levi stepped back sharply as Farlan burst into the hallway, just making it to a window before he let his breakfast reappear and end up in the alley. The raven eyed him with slight concern, frowning at the corner of his mouth before returning to their one roomed apartment.

He set the bucket down before he noticed the child was sitting up. Followed closely by realization of an animal, and sight of metal.

He dropped the rag into the bucket with a small splash, and the small head turned, the wispy, white locks barely curling around their ears and neck as they eyed him with faint curiosity.

He simply stared.

Several moments pass, before he found the words, the sudden uttering of low, annoyed syllables sending a jolt through the child.

"Where in the hell did you get a dog?"

"The dog is what you question about this entire situation?" they eyed him as if he were a moron, and he nearly had the thought to strangle them. However, the brief flash of metal, gave way to a longer, more thorough realization that it was inside the dog-

"What the hell did you do to that mutt?"

"Ren is a purebred Pomeranian," he kid sniffed, glaring at him with all the sass of a teenage child from the Aboveground Sina, "He's also a robot."

"What is a.. Row-bot..?" he tested the unfamiliar word strangely, his eyes narrowing when the kid seemed to sigh, and turn to the mess of metal and tiny ropes in their lap before taking the thick, tool-like stick in their hands and poking it at the mess every once in a while, their eyes trained intensely on the mess as they spoke. "I'll show you when he's fixed."

"It's broken?" he sounded put-off by the entire situation, but there wasn't many, if any at all, that would even accept the reality that there was a weird kid in their home covered in blood, with wings, and a strange broken Row-bot dog.

"Yeah," the kid nodded gently, glancing at him briefly before returning to their task. They didn't seem bothered by being shirtless. "There was damage done to his skeleton and speakers, but I'm sure it will only take a few minutes to fix.. he viruses will take longer to fix, though-"

"It's sick," he sounded perturbed, now, but the look they sent him had him pausing, she looked annoyed, "Viruses meaning he has problems with his functioning," she sent him a grimace, with he promptly returned, "He's not sick, he has physical things that I need to.. You know what, you don't even know what a toaster is."

"What's a toaster..?" he raised an eyebrow, and the brat groaned, causing his eye to witch when they only shook their head, before returning to their task, this time, ignoring him, as he clenched the rag in and out of the water, unable to really do anything without having to go near them.

"Ren," the child spoke gently toward their lap, and he realize they were speaking to the unloving corpse of a dog beneath them. He could only assume it was a corpse. It hadn't moved or made a sound at being dug at with stick. "Ren, please check your tail and rear leg functions for me."

He watched, silent and unmoving, as the tail lifted up, then down, and side to side. The dog lifted in the back, first on one side, then the other, the sound of soft gears moving together, before they settled back silently into the kid's lap.

"Thank you," the kid smiled, and as much as he wanted to call it a girly smile, it looked too relieved, "I think the issue is mainly in your speakers. The central core processor is already fixed, but I'll need you to keep from trying to use your speaker while I do this unless I tell you test it, alright?"

The dog nodded.

Levi merely settled against the wall in front of the kid, the blood was, he was done questioning this shit, steaming off of their body, disappearing into the air as if it were never there at all. So much for the new water.

He began idly running a kerchief along the tools he'd used to cauterize and sew the brat's wound, despite the blood having disappeared from the entire room after nearly ten minutes. Farlan delicately reentering the room earlier to perch at his side near Isabel, the only indication of there ever being a wound was the floating line of stitches that hung suspended midair behind the shirtless child. The two conscious male's watched the child placed the rectangular square of half-metal half-fur piece back into place on the dogs back, before lifting it up higher into his lap, turning it to face him as he brought to tool to the dogs mouth.

The dog complied silently, completely at ease to having the shocking, sparking tool in between its jaws, unmoving and compliant as the onlookers stayed silent.

It was another ten minutes before she'd finished the speakers, sighing in relief, lifting an arm and wiping the sweat from her brow, before pealing the gloves from her hands, "That should be it.. Just try not to use it yet, I want to make sure it's cool enough from the electrical currents."

"So you gonna tell us what you are or do we throw you out first?" The raven across from her intoned coolly. Natasha sent him an equally monotone expression, her fingers tangling into the dogs fur as she comfortingly pet between his ears, "Clearly I'm an angel."

"Bullshit." the raven muttered, "What are you, some type of science experiment? Angels don't exist."

"Neither should giant humanoid monsters that eat just for the hell of it," the kid seemed to roll their eyes, before glaring a him, "But that doesn't change the fact that there are titans.."

Levi glared at her sharply, and she retraced her steps, taking a deep, calming breath, before giving him a calmer expression, her tone more relaxing as she will her Scrap to lace her tone. She didn't need him mad. "Alright. What shall I do to prove I'm an angel?"

"What can angels do?" Farlan was the first to crack, obviously, since Levi was hell-bent on glaring at her.

"Anything," the kid sent him a slight smile, but it was much sweeter than the earlier, snarky ones, "Are you hungry?"

The male's exchanged looks, before returning her, watching as she set the dog onto the floor beside her, petting it's head gently one more time before turning back to the boys. "What's your favorite food?"

They stayed quiet watching her warily and in tense silence before the female beside them began to stir, mumbling something about bread and Farlan before she jolted awake with a splutter.

Farlan put a steadying hand on her shoulder, and her eyes darted around them quickly, before settling on the kid, who, sitting silently, was watching her with a calm expression. She squealed slightly, reeling back slightly and staring.

"What is your favorite food?" the child asked suddenly, and she tensed, swallowing slightly before glancing to her brothers. They seemed to be having a silent conversation, and she hesitated, before turning back to the kid, her eyes narrowed, "B.. Beef stew..?"

"Would you like some?" the kid asked gently, a soft, pleased smile on their face. There was something about their face that calmed her, the soft golden eyes almost completely calming her panic as she furrowed her eye brows. "I guess..?"

The kid glanced to Isabel's brothers, before lifting a hand toward them, fingers brushing together gently, before they snapped, the loud popping sound brief, and quick. What she wasn't prepared for was the sudden, large assortment of foods on a red, silk cloth beneath them, placed on urban wooden dishes, and glasses of what she assumed was milk next to each placement. She jolted back with a shout, Farlan in a similar state while Levi merely inhaled sharply.

They hit the wall with a thud, but the child seemed unperturbed, gesturing toward the dishes with a calm, peaceful expression. "There is chucked beef stew, french risen bread, garlic butter, warmed, of course, green and limba beans, grapes, apples, and watermelon, as well as mashed potatoes, and gravy. I also put a pumpkin pie in for the hell of it, as well as some chilled whip cream for the topping. If there's anything else you'd like to eat, just say so."

Levi didn't know how to respond to this.

Surely he'd fallen asleep while waiting up for his siblings.

This wasn't really happening.

However.. if he was going to torture himself with this dream...

He reached forward, plucking an apple from the small pyramid of rare fruits, eyeing the large, shining delicacy before wiping it on his shirt, and taking a large, dripping bite.

He almost pulled back from the sudden juice on his chin, but thought better of it, using his tongue to clear away the sweet excess before sending the kid a look of curious acceptance, "Alright. I'll humor you."

Well.

Natasha eyed him incredulously.

It couldn't be that easy...

He actually looks kind of hot, like that, though...

She smacked the whispering "guardian", throwing them back into the upholstered bedroom before resealing it and sighing. She was getting kind of peckish herself.

He took another bite, and his siblings hesitantly started to eat the food, the child just watching the eldest with a look of dumbfounded surprise. It kind of unnerved them.

"Thank.. you..?" the kid lifted an eyebrow, clearly confused, before they seemed to shake their head, and snapped their fingers, the humans tensing in surprise, but only watching when a shirt materialized the child, covering them in a sweater of bright purple, rather than the grey they had earlier. a scarf seemed to wrap out of their neck in mid air, curling gently around their lower face and nearly all of their shoulders were swallowed into the fabric. It looked a bit strange, made of tan thread, with delicate designs on the outside of it in a semblance of a type of braid.

All the while, they remained slowly eating.

Isabel seemed much more enthralled with the strange food when the kid finally joined them, biting their own piece of bread with a sort of reverence and relaxing on the floor.

Levi sipped his stew carefully, letting the savory meat fill his senses, trying to remember the last time he'd had any sort of meat with his siblings in reality. Oh well.. for now, he'd enjoy his dream.

Isabel's cup was empty, but when she'd slowly sat it down, the child leaned over the makeshift table, much to her tense surprise, and passed their hand over the cup, white liquid suddenly at the top and waiting to be drunk.

Isabel blinked her ocean green eyes at the kid, stunned, before vaulting across the table.

The kid cried out, their back hitting the floor with a slightly pained grunt as the woman started hugging her.. Oh god..

"Thank you-!"

Natasha blinked stunned, as she let the red-head smother her, "It's.. It's fine.. Farlan's sister..."

She knew the girl's name, but fuck if she was going to ruin this.

"I'm Isabel," the girl finally pulled back, and Natasha could see the fat teardrops in her eyes, unconsciously reaching up to wipe them away. The elder woman flinched in surprise, green eyes wide, but Natasha ignored it, sending her a small, sweet smile, "It's nice to meet you, Isabel. My name is Natasha and that guy over there-" she pointed to the dog sitting obediently at the end of the table spread, clearly content with not moving a muscle, (much to Levi's internal discomfort and Farlan's outer discomfort) "-is named Ren. He's my robot. He can think for himself, speak, give directions, and memorize almost anything."

"Huh?" she seemed confused, so Natasha smiled gently, patting her carefully before extracting herself from the red-head, and crawling over to the small blue dog, nearly the size of her lower legs.

"Ren," Natasha smiled, picking him up to cradle him in her chest and turning him to face the three, taking her seat at the table and setting him in a similar position in her lap, tummy out while she held his paws in a mock wave. "Why don't you introduce yourself? You have my permission to test your speakers."

The three exchanged a quick glance, but it was cut off my the new, low, manly voice in he room.

Originating from the small, cutsy-like dog.

"My speakers seem to be fully operational, Natasha. Thank you."

"AAH-!" Farlan reeled back this time, Isabel squeaking before scrambling to her spot beside Farlan, both looking ready to pass out, Isabel for the second time.

"Easy," Natasha lifted her hand in a gesture to relax, her voice soft and soothing, "Ren, please explain."

ANGEL FILES

File #3

LANGUAGE

Angels are able to speak any language available to any human, origination, primarily, from being able to piece together a soul's thoughts or intentions.

'All languages' includes, but is not limited to; Original dialects, Branching languages, word ticks, languages between animals, language between spirits, and the language between plants..

Angels are not fully capable to understand all languages without completing the necessary rite of passage.

The intended rite of passage for languages is able to be overlooked by a superior officer for a particular angel if a divine purpose is assigned, or if they have earned the rite to overlook it.