[The video fades in, with Uriel disinterestedly poking at the jigokuberry.  She looks alright, save for pinions scattered everywhere, but they aren't blood stained, and she just looks mildly miffed.]

To whatever power is behind this place:  Archangel's do NOT molt.  I will get you for this, and deliver a holy smite-y of doom.

[She twitches after she ( Read more... )

[Uriel is probably unaware her phone is on, pacing back and forth, wings swishing agitatedly, occasionally flaring to their full width.  She's removed her gloves, and clearly been biting at her fingernails.  She's agitated, upset, and clearly doesn't know how to hide it.]

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...

[Akemi can be seen when Uriel isn't in the road, ( Read more... )

[The feed starts with silence, broken by a rasping snuffle or two.]

I think I don't like love letters... or human colds.

[Yeah, Uriel's day isn't looking too bright.]

Shiki, I'm sorry I didn't manage to come help you.  I lost my machine somehow, and I only found it again today.

[Just... don't ask where it went.]

[Uriel's tones are soft and confused ( Read more... )

[Uriel, still unknowing of 90% of the thing she should, has opted to take to the hallways, though she brought her communcator along with her.  One can't see much except the sudden, jerky moves of shadow on darkness, and the occasional swing of her blade ( Read more... )

[Have a curled up form, mostly hidden by the wings, sleeping.  At least, until it tenses, probably jolted awake due to Jigoku’s creep factor atmosphere.  There’s a crunch of a cinnamon candy meeting it’s demise, and Uriel sits up, looking about her warily.]

This isn’t the White City…  Horseman, if you’re playing some kind of twisted game, I’ll make ( Read more... )

PLAYER
Name:  Jade

Personal Journal: http://belladonna12.livejournal.com
Contact Info:

E-Mail: sakurachino200@yahoo.com

AIM: Lashpawnaga (Rarely used.)

( Uriel's Bio )