Angel/Devil rp

(Faray is a Fallen Angel, who was not stripped of his wings, because he was born with black wings and cast out)

Faray is completely and utterly done with stupid bias's between Angels and Demons. Sighing he removes his illusion, revealing that he is sitting at the base of a tree just across the clearing. Black wings folded, comfortably behind him. His eyes are fixed on his blade as he sharpens it on a whetstone, with the ease of someone who has done it a thousand times before. The scratch of the the blade echoes.

(Oh. Ok. Makes sense.)

"I don't need him anyway…" Joan mumbled. "Lets get you back," She said to Nash.

Nathaniel pulled himself to his feet, looking at the place where Will had disappeared. He didn't know whose side he should be on, or whether he'd just be allowed to have his own opinion on the matter, but he said nothing, shifting his feet nervously.

Faray's eyes snap up and lock with Nash's, he continues to sharpen his blade. It is up to Nash whether he alerts his companion or not. The blue eyes are not unkind, and Faray does not seem to want to hurt them. However, as evidenced by the bloody clearing, Faray is very dangerous.

"Spit it out while we're walking. I need to get you back to my camp if I'm gonna fix your wing." Joan put her arm around him and started to walk.

Will ran out of the woods and into a dark alley. He saw a young boy who was bleeding. The blood was coming from his back. Damn, I was hoping to find something good. The boy made eye contact with Will and forced a smile. Through his sobs, he said, "help… Me." Will walked towards the boy and spotted a white feather in his hand. He was an angel. What could he possibly do to get kicked out of Heaven at this young of an age? "What's your name?" He asked. The boy shifted and stopped crying. "My name's Patch."

Nathaniel noticed Faray across the clearing, but decided not to tell Joan. He had asked Nathaniel not to mention him, so he wouldn't. "Er, spit what out, ma'am?"

"First, ma'am is unnecessary. Second, you've got something to say, it's all over you're face."

"Sorry, ma- I mean, Joan. I just… I don't know whose side I'm supposed to be on. I just want things to be peaceful, but war and death and darkness are everywhere…"

When Nash chooses not to reveal him, Faray ducks back into the Shadowlands. He finds an exit near a newly fallen. Gathering his patience, Faray walks through the shadows of the alley entrance. Purposefully kicking a can so that the Demon would not be alarmed and kill him, Faray looks over the state of the boy.

"You can't help it. But, if it makes you feel better, choose you as a side. It will make life a lot easier." At least Joan hoped. She didn't want the darkness, but it's there and she has to live with it.

Patch stands, his legs shaking. "What's your name, mister?" Will says nothing and senses another Fallen nearby.

Nathaniel looked down sadly. "I wish there was something I could do to fix it… but I'm clearly not ready. I don't have enough training. I could have died in that clearing today…"

Faray steps out of the shadows, and in the light the Fallen recognizes the Demon. "It is only me. I do not wish either of you harm, but is is dangerous to be out in the open, especially with one so young, and with so much blood." He speaks the truth, and his hands are empty.

"I'm sure I can get you a trainer. I have connections per see." Joan's heart ached. "Let's get your wing fixed first, return you to the angel's."

(Wait is Faray near Will and Patch or Joan and Nathaniel?)

(Will and Patch)

(Will and Patch)

Nathaniel nodded and followed in silence, conflicted and confused. By sides he had been talking about Joan and Will, but now it seemed to be much more than that

"Here we are." Joan pointed at a cottage. "I have all I need inside to fix you up, so come on."

(Ok. Thanks.)

He nodded again and followed, feeling it would be rude to enter the cottage before her.

Will places his hand on Patch's back, being cautious to not hurt him. "I agree. We should go somewhere." Will turns to the Fallen, "where would Patch be safe?"

Joan went inside and pushed Nash into a chair. "Stay." Nexxt, she went to prep her ingredients. A old potion of healing, six drops of her blood, a Angel's feather, and a bit of human marrow. Terrible things, but rubbed on any wound will heal it.

"I know a place, but you would have to trust me. It is dangerous to get too, but Patch would be safe." Faray seems tired, but determined.

Nathaniel decided not to watch the process; perhaps he didn't want to know. He sat patiently with his hands folded in his lap

Joan mixed it over a burner in the other room. Carefully carrying it over to Nash. She started rubbing the foul liquid over his wings, burning her hands and rehealing them in the process.

She new it would be painful, to distract him she asked, "Why did you attempt to fight so many?"

He flinched as the hot mixture touched his wings, but bit his lip so he wouldn't cry out. This is going to help… Joan said it would, just deal with it for right now. "I thought I could do it… I wanted to prove myself. But I'm not ready, it was foolish to attempt such a thing." He looked down, seemingly disappointed in himself