YWUA: 1 position open.
Male 1: Benjamin Lloyd Evans (Half-demon)
Male 2: Dante Rizzoli (Half-angel)
Male 3: Yolle Wizlocke (Mage)
Male 4: Jacob Alexander Grimm (Half-demon)
Female 1: Sun-Li Park (Half-demon)
Female 2: Vivana Rostova (Half-demon)
Female 3: Violet Abigail Woodville (Half-demon)
Female 4:
(redpetal888: We have decided to open up character submissions for characters of a different type- SHIELD members, as well as potential Avengers candidates that don't fit the bill for the YWUA. If you'd like to submit, the same form will be used, however, the age parameters will not apply.)
"Drekael?"
The ebony-haired angel turned, his normally hardened eyes softening as they came to rest upon a certain familiar face.
He could feel his heart start to beat at a slightly faster pace. Even after all these years of being with her, he could never quite get used to her warming presence.
It was almost funny how different he would act towards Rosiah when compared to other people. He just… he could never do anything bad to her. Or say anything hurtful.
Or let other men near her… he remembered clearly an experience with an infuriating Asgardian, by the name of…Fandral, was it?
In any case, the little rat had gotten rather bold in his speech, making remarks about her that…well… He knew to no longer make, for threat of dismemberment. Even Asgardians knew not to mess with the angels… especially jealous ones.
"Yes?" he asked, wondering what it was she had to say. The blue-eyed woman looked almost… sad.
"Why does this war have to happen? People are going to die…we might not be able to save the YWUA…the children...they are going to be in danger, you know this."
Drekael sighed, for a moment his inner thoughts becoming tangled with uncertainty and confusion. He didn't have an answer for her.
"The sins are coming. And, possibly, other archangels under Lucifer's influence….if they get ahold of anyone in the YWUA…" stress became evident in his voice.
Rosiah sighed softly, putting a hand on his face. She wanted to calm him, she really did…but she didn't know if she was able to. The woman regretted bringing their situation back to mind, seeing how it affected him emotionally.
And, she supposed, she shouldn't share what she had originally meant to say…
With the threat of Earth and Heaven's annihilation, he probably couldn't handle the stress of becoming a father as well.
As soon as everything was taken care of, she'd tell him…
Having knowledge that she would be bearing Lucifer's grandchild was sure to be a strain on him. If not something worse.
But, for now, she did not speak, only stroking the side of his face. It seemed, in the short time that the conversation had spanned, that they had switched place.
"Everything's going to be okay…"
"Dante, what seems to be the matter?" Dark brown eyes glanced at hazel, and for a moment, the boy in question jumped.
"I-I...what?!" His breathing became short and the fluffy white wings that poked out from behind his back twitched. The woman chuckled softly.
"Hey, you don't need to be so tense, it's only me. We've met before, I'm your...teammate. Rebecca. Remember?" Slowly, Dante nodded, running a hand through his dark hair. He looked up at the woman in surprise, noting the bat-like wings that sprouted from behind her. It very nearly made him nervous. Unlike many of the youth involved in the YWUA, Dante was well aware of his heritage- and had, to some extent, developed a fear of people like him. Well, not like him, exactly, but rather...of questionable bloodlines. But that was just his fear talking, he would never consciously discriminate against someone purely because of what they were, that wasn't in his nature.
"Yeah," he muttered, his freckled face turning a bit red." "I realize that I know you, I just, it's just that...I'm kind of nervous." He offered her a shy smile to which she returned a grin.
"Good," she said. "Because, I hear that we're going to be starting some kind of training soon, and, if I'm right...we'll be partnered up. You and me, I mean. And Benjamin and Jacob...I'm not sure about the others. But, it doesn't really matter. Just, try not to be so nervous all the time, alright? We're friends here. No one's going to hurt you unless you try to hurt them first. Which I can't really see you doing, but...yeah." Rebecca chuckled, and Dante's face turned a little more red.
"Hey," she asked, looking over the top of his head. "I didn't realize it until now, but, your hair is dyed, right? I mean...your roots are...white. Not like white-blonde, but actually, white. White like snow. I haven't seen anybody with that hair color before… not even half angels. Or full-blooded angels. Though, I haven't met too many of them, to be fair." Dante coughed awkwardly, self-consciously running a hand through his dark locks.
"Y-Yeah," he stammered, "That's nice of you, but...I have to go. I'm sorry. I just heard my name over the-"
"Dante Rizzoli, please come to Office 334."
"-...Intercom," he finished. Rebecca's eyes widened just a little bit and she nodded.
"Very well," she murmured. "Go do what you need to do. Sorry about keeping you." Dante flashed her a slight smile and then scampered off.
"Now, what to do, what to do...?"
(redpetal888: I hope it was alright. I was a little rushed this time, and MCL is still sick. The next chapter should be up some time in the near future, and by near future, I mean...the next five days. Thank you for reading!)