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It has been a year since the Angels fought together, though they never stayed apart. They were together ever since the end of Celesta's defeat, except for their two fallen commrades.

Reina, Aki, Zach, Shawn, Bolt and Tyra stood at Grover Cemetery where Mikalla, Rothgar and Kira lay. The flowers left from last year died and new ones were placed. Reina stepped forth to speak for her friends, Mikalla and Kira. "I just have a few things to say." She paused. "Mikalla was a great member to the team. She was strong and kept the team going when we lost hope. She was tough and knew how to take care of everyone when they were in trouble. Through my time getting to know her, I saw a different side of her I never knew. Kindness and love. That was Mikalla." Reina paused again because the next person she would speak of, would be the hardest to speak of. A tear trickled down her cheek. She wiped it away and began to speak. "What to say about Kira, I have a lot, but will keep short as well. Kira was my best friend before earth and after earth. She was with me every second. The first time we were Angels helping Mikalla out against the troll, I called Kira and she was there right away to help me. No questions asked." Tears came down more and more. "This year going through our senior year was amazing and I wouldn't change any of it if I had to. Kira will be missed and I love her now and forever." Reina put her flowers down on each grave and stepped back looking at her fellow angels. "Angels and guardians," she said about to cry. "If you want to make speeches, speak now." She looked again and brought her hand up to her face to wipe the tears away. But they still kept coming.

She nodded in reply, a sad expression upon her petite face. Unconciously, she leaned against his chest. "I'm okay, are you?" she whispered back. Looking at Mikalla's grave caused a salty tears to escape out into the musky air that surrounded the cemetary. The Mist Angel had been her best friend since before she could remember. They had been quite the team and Akiko cared for her like a sister, even after Mikalla had fallen in love with her. The green eyed girl hadn't know Kira or Rothgart for too long, but the times spent with them she would cherish.

As for the man holding her, she never thought they'd be together. Ever since she had first set eyes on him, she'd been obsessed with the boy. Her heart would beat out of her chest, stomach would do flip flops and she couldn't help but blush every time she thought about him. In her mind, she giggled. Her brother nearly flipped his lid when Shawn had asked her out and it was seriously amusing to watch Reina try to calm Zach. Akiko was so happy with him and hoped they would be together forever.

(( >.-...why has this thread been moved?))

In her bed, Sin stirred. She woke glazed eyes to an unwelcome sunlight and so shut them again. Though it helped block the rays it wasn't enough. She decided to roll over, mentally kicking her body out of the paralysis she had just woken up to find it in. As a stiff leg moved she groaned, and even more when she moved her arms. She ached. Her back felt like it was twisted in seventy knots and moving just made matters worse, while making them better. She had to move to get herself unstiff.

Bringing a hand to her head Sin regretted waking up already, as now she couldn't get back to sleep. The clock beside her flashed 3:13 in the afternoon. Blinking she swore she'd already gotten up that day. "Might as well get some...lunch..." she said in a soft, uneven voice. She swung her legs over the bed, every part aching. She rubbed her sore parts before raising and heading out of her bedroom. She felt oddly out of place that afternoon.

"Ooww...." she groaned as she walked. She didn't know why she was so stiff, and now her arms, legs, and back were steadily beginning to sting. The stiffness made her feel like rigormortis was setting into her living body. Sighing, she decided she didn't care. She scratched her head under her hair as she walked downstairs, finding her father waiting for her with a dust pan and hand held broom. Once meeting she smiled shyly at him. He replied by shoving the dust pan and broom in her tired arms. "Go clean up the mess you made today..." he said. His voice sounded as though he were angry, but was trying to hide it.

~Mess?~ she questioned only in her mind. Her puzzled look made her father point towards the kitchen. Nodding Sin headed, asking no more questions, whether aloud or in her mind. She shuffled through the house, snugging into her black hoodie. She found herelf in her hoodie and jeans, and since she'd apparently made a mess that day, she guessed she took a nap and forgot all about it. "Strange..." she said to herself. Though, this scenario was becoming more frequent lately.

She entered the kitchen and looked around. She soon spotted the mess 'she' made and groaned. One of the glass doors leading to the patio was shattered. She found her mess. Sighing she looked at her hands. They were covered in dried blood, and covered in cuts. Running her fingers lightly through her hair she found some glass, though it seemed like it had been picked or combed out. Feeling the back of her neck she found the same as her hand; dried blood and cuts. She knew they existed all over her arms and legs, as well as her back. "So this is why I'm so achy today..." she said. She knelt down and started to sweep up the mess. She remembered what happened, too.

She and her father had gotten into another argument, only this time, for the first time, she was standing up for herself. She couldn't really remember what it was about, though. She just remembered it being a heated argument. She said something, apparently angering him past his patience, so he grabbed her and pushed her through the glass patio door. That's where the memory ended. She figured he felt guilt, as he sometimes did, and tried vaguely to clean her up. Once she was done cleaning up the glass she rose and went to her room to grab a change of clothes and left to take a shower.

((One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to make this post seem just a tidbit longer ... I said nothing >.>))

Olive glanced over the various card packets, observing each one carefully as though it was a life or death situation, the soft sounds of the stores music drifting to the air barely drowning out the babbling of her fellow gamers and friends.

"The Legends expansion is better than the Reapers and you know it!" Malcolm argued, folding his arms across his chest as his brow scrunched together in fury, a frown forcing its way across his face as he stared down a laughing Hanen.

"Ah... you're rich Malcolm, really rich! Legends only got a bunch of holy praising things in it, but Reapers? It's loaded with all your required minions and friendly life-stealing spells!"

"Life-stealing only gets you so far and you know it! At least with the 'holy praising things' you don't have to pay a cost!" Malcolm retorted heatedly, his brown eyes shining brightly. Hanen just cocked an eyebrow, giving a curious frown before glancing at Olive.

"Hey Oli, what'd you thinks better? Legeenndzz or good ol' Reapers?" he asked, slurring the word Legends to peeve Malcolm more, a cynical smirk across his face.

Olive stood up a few packets of various shiny colors in her hands as she glanced at the two a moment, an eyebrow raised with a look of concentration on her face.

"What do I think...hhmm... well..." she said slowly, her look of concentration fading as she looked back and forth between the two with a blank expression. "I think you're both stupid. That's it! You're both stupid! Don't call me Oli again you hear?" she exclaimed with a nod, turning and heading for the counter to pay for her purchases. "Legends or Reapers... please..."

"Heeyyy..." the two replied, sharing a glance between themselves before glancing around in other directions either to look at trading packs or gamer magazines, silence finally settling on the store.

((Huzzah! And there was much rejoicing... <- (new favorite line!)))

Adam walked the streets now, rather sweaty and slightly muddy as he passed by the crowds, the soccer balls all together in the net he carried on his back he hummed a rather odd tune as he passed by many a shop. The sweat seeming to fly off him as he walked.

He stopped for but a moment, a strange feeling washing over him as he spotted a girl in a game shop. He blinked as she looked oddly familar but he'd never really seen her before in his life. Staring but a moment longer he gave a slight shiver and kept walking. What a strange day.

Walking back towards his home, he stopped at a soda machine, and set the balls down. Grinning he pulled out the appropreate yin and grinned as he selected rootbeer. Sure, it was an american treat but it was rather good after a long practice seasion.

Shawn squeezed Akiko dearly. He planted a kiss atop her head once again as he pulled her closer. She was his most precious posetion, one he would fight to protect and die before loosing. "Why don't we go..." He offered. It would do some good to get away.

Shawn didn't break the embrace until Akiko answered, not minding what she decided either way. Okami wasn't there, but back at Shawn's appartment. The wolf would've most likely attracted some unwanted attention. Though, how much more attention could one obtain with a wolf that wasn't already there with a talking fox? Smiling Shawn shook his head at the thought. His green eyes nestled upon the younge beauty in his arms. "We could get some coffee, something to eat?" He asked.