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Post by sarah on Aug 29, 2011 18:57:20 GMT -1
Sarah shook her head with a soft smile as she looked to Michael. "Anything I would ask would be childs play, just start where you think would be best..." She paused for a moment before grinning and adding "Mike." Despite his behaviour last time she called him by that name, she found humour in it.
When he had sat next to her she had expected something more... she wasn't sure what, just something more. Sarah wasn't religious herself, and felt quite out of place in the church, and it would be quite obvious to those who knew her that she had changed in the past week. Though for Michael it may just be she looked alot more familiur, alot more like her counterpart. "I must say though, it was rather cliché of you to chose this place as a set up." It slightly irritated her ever being near a church, but as long as she kept her mind on the matter at hand it was fine. Her sharp green emerald eyes looked towards Michael as she swiped some hair from her face. "Start your teaching."
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Post by michael on Aug 30, 2011 2:54:47 GMT -1
"I don't call it cliché, I call it ironic." he replied, looking up at the altar the entire time. When she told him to start teaching, he clicked his tongue in his cheek a few times and drew himself up off the pew, walking slowly toward one of the confessionals which were still a part of the church although confession was not a common thing for the church of England. He stepped into one side of booth where the priest would normally sit, "Get in the other side."
Closing the door he waited for her to get into the other side of the booth, then opened the sliding door so that they could speak to one another. "This is the best place to speak if you want privacy," he said, leaning back in his chair and staring at the door opposite. "I'll start with the biggest question people have about this kind of thing, there is no God. There is no Jesus, there is no Holy Spirit. These are daemon lies spread as a form of control over the populace of this planet and they've used similar tactics on hundreds of planets before."
Michael paused to let this sink in before he continued, "There are high powers out there, beings that conserve the balance of the universe. They openly battle the more powerful and god-like of the daemons, but in general a daemon is rare... you just got... lucky I suppose to see one. Normally they leave the dirty work to human servants, sorcerers who weave black magic and strigoi - the bastard children of lesser immortals and a mortal. I suppose you could also call strigoi vampires as they are more or less exactly that."
He shifted to lean forward and look through the grate that separated them, unable to see her properly through it. "I can't tell you how I ended up coming upon these revelations, or where I got my ship. But I can assure you I am as human as you are... with some extra benefits admittedly. So, questions?"
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Post by sarah on Sept 1, 2011 15:10:16 GMT -1
Sarah sat uncomfertably inside the confession stand, she wasn't a religious person and further more as she stared through the cross hatched slider to where the reverand would usually sit it felt almost like blasthemy to actually be whispering to a man she dosn't know about the fact there is no God.
"So if there is these Higher 'powers', why do they not let themselves be known to the humans? Why just sit back and watch them believe in a false religion?" To Sarah God was just an excuse to sully the fear in ever humans life that there is an off chance something after Death. But apart from this simplistic ideal there was nothing else the man up in the sky could offer her in her life. She was a Captain in the army and she had taken many lives and seen the horrors of the world that couldn't be explained in books to give more reason of her loss in faith and humanity.
"They must think we're such an ugly race, for everything tiny detail that happens. I mean we make films about how niave our race is, how we're caught up in our own affairs to go around killing each other and striving to keep a false peace, that we are blind to all that is actually going on around us. But we never take point of the matter.." She chuckles slightly as she raises her shoulders into a helpless shrug. "And well here we are, the exact thing has happend, blind to the fact we're being watched over my millions of other races like little ants in a box."
Her expression stayed sullied into a nuturual half-smile, she seemed to be taking this very well and with clear understanding to what she was being told. It was partly due to her training in the army again, allowing her to take such harsh blows to what she thought was right into what is the truth, and partly her strange feeling of trust in this man she had never met until a week ago. She'd always wanted something in life to change, something to bring a new light into the dull and monotone world, and it was daunting on her that Michael was exactly that window she was looking for.
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Post by michael on Sept 11, 2011 15:46:31 GMT -1
"Unlike the higher beings of Earth's false religions, the divine order have strict laws of non-interference." he explained, pausing for a moment to collect his thoughts before continuing. "They only become involved in things that have a clear effect on the balance of existence, or otherwise was clearly the cause of a renegade from their ranks making trouble. They mop up their own mess basically, although lately I feel like I've been mopping up more of their mess on Earth than they have."
Michael smiled at Sarah's self-awareness in regards to the foolish way humanity continued to fight among itself, ignorant to what was truly going on around them both on a supernatural and intergalactic level. Eventually he knocked on the wall between the two of them and then the sound of his door opening could be heard, clearly indicating he'd stepped out of the booth and was waiting for her to do the same. Once she had left the booth he looked at her, arms crossed and seeming to be contemplating her.
"You're much more self-aware than most humans I've come across," he said, not that he had personally expected any differently. "I've heard enough, if you want to work with me and really step into the real world then I won't turn you away."
With that he pulled a glock from inside his jacket, having been wearing two and turned it around so that he was holding it by the barrel and she could take the handle, the glock was different to a normal handgun in a few ways not least because it had runic symbols carved into it as well as the bullets much like Michael's own. "You'll be needing this. Your guns will only work on sorcerers and even then only if you get a shot in before they notice you, but this one will penetrate their magical barriers too if they do notice."
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Post by sarah on Sept 21, 2011 15:56:15 GMT -1
Sarah brushed back stray strands of blonde hair as she stepped out of the booth, hoisting her bag over her shoulder. Her sharp green eyes stared up at Michael as her lips formed a hinted smile, her slender hand reaching for the gun. The cold metal was a familiur feeling against the rough skin of her fingers. It was perfect in length for her nimble fingers to reach around and pull the trigger with ease. Her eyes fell to the object as she quirked a brow, a Glock..Glocks are very good guns. They are mechanically accurate, durable, rugged, reliable and simple. They do everything that can be asked of a combat gun.
Sarah looked to Michael and flashed a wide grin before spontaniously wrapping her arms tightly around Michael's chest. "Thank you!" Quickly detatching herself she'd shuffle over to the nearest pew and place the gun on the wooden bench to avoid any prying eyes. First her eyes stared over the craftsmanship of the gun taking in the paint work and decore before picking it back up again. Her right hand cycled along the slide as she spoke with excitement in her voice "Did you know.. Glocks where the first of the 'plastic' polymer-based auto pistol designs, and the most proven and one of the most reliable design..With the Glock you get a dependable, user friendly, accurate and hi cap pistol that is relatively maintenance free, or let's just say it is more forgiving than other semi-autos about not keeping fastidiously clean and lubed." Blinking she'd place the gun in her bag and blush furiously for having just waffled on about the knowledge she had aquired over her time in the army. She'd only just touched on the subject, but she doubt Michael would have been interested in such things.
Hanging her head she'd look at her knees and say bashfully "S-sorry.."
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Post by michael on Sept 21, 2011 16:34:07 GMT -1
Michael smiled to see her face light up at the gift, though he felt a pang of heartbreak seeing her holding the weapon, for it had once belonged to her counterpart of his own universe. He had did not seem to have much chance to brood on the matter though, as suddenly her arms had wrapped around his chest tightly and his cheeks turned bright scarlet, his entire body stiffening with embarrassment.
"You're welcome," he said awkwardly, smiling and turning his head away to hide the flustering from her while she admired the gun he had given her, likely interested in the runes upon its surface. Whatever the case she went into an explanation of the weapon and its usefulness, he turned his head and stared at her in mingled awe and surprise, she sounded just like the Sarah he remembered right then and his smile grew to a small grin until she was done.
When she blushed and apologized for the ramble, he felt a pang in the pit of his stomach, but not an unpleasant one this time. He chuckled at her and shook his head, "No need to apologize, I'm interested in firearms too. Besides you're not wrong, it's why I use a glock in place of a higher calibur pistol, the reliability. Besides when you have magical bullets you don't need a higher calibur."
He paused and frowned as he watched the vicar walking down the middle of the pews toward the end of altar at the end, his eyes seemed to scan him as though he could tell something was off and he took Sarah's arm and quickly pulled her behind the confession box while the vicar wasn't looking. "That's not Reverend Porell," he said quietly, he knew the reverend all too well and though the man walking down the aisle looked exactly like him he could tell something was off. "You may get a chance to use that weapon sooner than I expected."
He pulled his own glock from the holster inside his jacket, it was a bit bigger than Sarah's but had the same runes etched into it as hers. He pulled the clip to check he had a full one, which he did and as did Sarah's because he had made sure of that before he came, he then pushed the clip back in and holstered the weapon once more. "Act naturally and hide the gun." He stepped out from behind the confessional, heading toward the altar without missing a step, acting entirely casual but not so much that it would appear suspicious.
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Post by sarah on Sept 21, 2011 17:10:42 GMT -1
With utter bewilderment Sarah was dragged up onto her feet to the far side with Michael, hiding behind the confession box. Peeking around she'd rest her gaze on the Vicar quirking her eyebrow in her what seems to be a signature expression that she wears alot. Hugging her bag to her chest as if the handles had broken she'd follow Michael moving at a quick pace to keep up. She'd quickly loop an arm around Michaels when she had caught up with him and walked at his side acting like a couple in order to make a valid reasoning for her running. Tilting her head up she'd look as if she where moving to swipe something off Michael's cheek, but she was keeping a good gaze over the vicar, though she couldn't tell if it was someone she knew or not. After brushing her hand across Michael's cheek she'd return to looking towards the altar waiting for something to happen. Her heart racing like it had before the storm kicked off in wars, her arm tightening around Michaels.
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Post by michael on Sept 21, 2011 18:05:29 GMT -1
It was fortunately that Michael was focused so much on this apparent imposter, otherwise he might have become flustered again as she took his arm and then moved her hand across his cheek, which made him pause for a moment but keep his composure as they approached the altar. Although when he paused to think about it, approaching the altar like this was maybe a little worrying too, but he would play along with the ploy and decided the best way to do that would be to speak of marriage.
"Ahem, excuse me reverend." he said, smiling at him politely. "I wondered who we should talk to about getting married in this beautiful church."
When the man turned around and didn't recognise Michael immediately he knew his hunch was correct, he knew Reverend Porell very well and he was one of Michael's immortal contacts so they considered one another friends. He smiled at the pair of them and Michael just smiled back, his eyes were warm and there was no sign of it all being an act, clearly he was experienced at doing these sorts of thing.
"You talk to me, I can take you to the office if you would like." the vicar said, which made Michael's eye twitch a little as he spoke in the real vicar's voice.
"Of course, reverend." he replied, keeping it together.
When the imposter turned his back and began toward the office, Michael looked down at Sarah with a pointed frown to convey that it really was an imposter and to be ready once they reached the office. Inside the office everything was as it normally was, but the vicar had no chance to sit down as Michael had immediately pulled his gun and was pointing it square at the man's head, staring at him with a grim scowl and his arm now loosened from Sarah's grip not that he hadn't enjoyed that moment of familiarity.
"What... is this?" the man asked, surprised.
"I know you're an imposter, the real Maximilian Porell and I are friends." he replied, cocking his pistol pointedly not that you needed to cock a glock for it to fire. "Friends enough for me to know what he really is and to know you are nothing so divine."
The vicar dropped the look of confusion and replaced it with a dark glare, he wasn't smirking or showing any cocky mannerisms but rather he seemed afraid as though he knew who Michael was already. He seemed to curse under his breath and just sighed, then moved his shirt to show a catholic cross, which was more decorative than the church of england type which in contract were simpler.
"It seems I chose the wrong day to impersonate the angel. I did not expect you to be here, Michael Sanford isn't it? You destroyed the vatican and killed the bishop in Notre Dame... not to mention many other priests and bishops across the world." He glared with such hatred, but he made no move to attack, he knew the moment he did those rune'd bullets would tear through him like a hot knife through butter. "I suppose I should be honoured, and who's this? A sidekick?"
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Post by sarah on Sept 21, 2011 18:34:42 GMT -1
Sarah leaned against a table as Michael pressed his gun to the fake Vicars head, her expression showing little ammusement in the turn of events, and in the comment of being reffered to as a sidekick. "I'll have you know he's -my- sidekick." A grin flashing across her lips showing her white teeth soon followed as she kept a hand inside her bag, unknowingly to the Vicar she clutched her gun ready to fire at him if anything where to progress.
She gently bit the bottom of her lip still half considering the comment earlier from Michael about him being here with her to talk of marriage. It was stupid as it was a cover up but it still seemed like a welcoming proclomation. Snapping her attention back to the situation at hand her cheeks flustering bright red she got up and moved to the door to block the means of escape. The windows where far too high up and small to even attempt an escape from this man with his physical build, but you could never be too sure. It was obvious this thing wasn't human. She looked up to Michael for his reaction on her comment, mouthing mockingly 'M-I-K-E-Y' perhaps to mainly subdue her blushing cheeks.
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Post by michael on Sept 21, 2011 19:06:01 GMT -1
"Your sidekick?!" he exclaimed, not moving his head to turn away from the imposter.
The imposter looked bemused by the whole thing, as Sarah flashed her grin and moved toward the doorway, then mouthed mockingly at Michael which made him become flustered again. Clearing his throat he quickly composed himself and he advanced upon the imposter, pressing the gun to man's forehead and looking him directly in the eyes, cold and filled with no care in the world over whether this servant of Daemons were to be killed by his hand. He had after all, killed plenty of them already.
"Where is the real Maximilian?" he asked, his voice so calm it was actually unnerving.
"I can't take down an angel, he's just out." he replied, looking concerned over the gun to his forehead.
Michael was using his telepathy to read the man's mind, when he had decided that the imposter wasn't lying, he didn't hesitate as he pulled the trigger and the man fell backwards with a spray of blood aiming away from the pair due to the proximity of the shot. He then immediately holstered the weapon, nobody was in the church to have heard the shot and the walls of the office were sound proof anyway for privacy, he turned toward Sarah and walked over to her.
"Maximilian will be back at another time, I'll get this cleared up before he returns, angels don't like the sight of blood on their walls." he said, looking at her and hoping she wasn't phased by what he had just done, Michael did not show mercy to the servants of Daemons. "Servants of Daemons don't deserve mercy, they intend to unleash them upon the rest of humanity. Every one of them is a murderer."
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Post by sarah on Sept 21, 2011 19:24:38 GMT -1
Sarah's eyes glazed over as the gun was forcefully pushed to the mans head, her hands moved away from her bad to her ears as she seemed to switch off, the shrill noise of the gun penetrating her covered ears. She stayed like this as Michael approached her and mouthed words she didn't register. It had been like this for a while for Sarah, part of the reason she was sent to Brighton to just recruit people. She had never felt truly alright with just killing people especially those unarmed, atleast if both people had weapons it would have gone either way, but things like this made the blood from a heavy heart drain leaving her face pale.
Sitting up she grabbed her bag and moved quickly out of the church and down the graveyard stopping as she reached a statue of a cherib poised on an altar to mark another death. Inhaling deeply Sarah shakily sat down shell shock. They said it was something like that, traumatising for a soldier to be out there and see what she's seen. It was stupid, it wasn't new and yet it was still hard to digest every time those eyes of the victim glaze a milky white showing they'd truly died. Slightly shaking less she hugged her legs tightly, feeling idiotic for running out like that, she hoped Michael didn't take it personally. Sarah sat like this for a good few minutes digesting the sick that was rising from her stomach, she hadn't eaten so it would just be stomach acids which was never nice.
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Post by michael on Sept 22, 2011 0:20:10 GMT -1
Michael watched Sarah run out of the room and frowned deeply. He went about cleaning things up before he went out to her, sensing her remaining in the vicinity he managed to find her easily sat there hugging her own legs at the statue of a cherub outside. He paused when he looked down at her, a frown creased his brow before he came to squat down next to her and placed his hand on the back of her head, stroking slowly. He had never experienced it himself but experience on the battlefield told him just what this was, she had post-traumatic stress and it was common among soldiers.
"Tell me what happened," he said gently, moving to sit down beside her and putting his arm around her properly so that she would come to lean against him, for once he totally forgot the awkwardness of being this close to her. He didn't say anything else, he was sure she would know what he meant and he merely stroked her hair slowly to try and comfort her and calm her down. She needed to get over this, not just for her own sake but for his too, he needed to be able to rely on her in situations such as thing as he knew they could quickly turn south - if she couldn't get over the condition she would do no good against Daemons.
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Post by sarah on Sept 22, 2011 8:34:54 GMT -1
Sarah clutched herself to Michael burying her head against his chest as she took in deep breathes to calm down. Strands of blonde hair stuck to her wet cheeks, not wet from tears for she hadn't cried, but wet from sweat of panic. Leaning back slightly so her voice would not be muffled Sarah recalled the last time she was sent to battle, a grim frown set on her face. "Last time I fought in a major war was a few years back, it's stupid really. Cliché. I don't understand why I can't get over it, i've seen many people die.. but. Well, it was the Third Persian Gulf War, a conflict which became popularly known as 'The Iraq War'. I was part of a unit mixed with American U.S Soldiers and three from my own country. The Americans called it the fucking 'Operation Iraqi Freedom.'" Sarah shook her head with a meek smirk spread on her lips, ironic really when she considered the ammount of civilians that died. She continued despite her wavering voice that showed panic more than sadness. "We had been just advanced to Najaf, we where all happy to get some rest after the fighting, and told the usual stories of what our countries are like. Then from behind one of the large burnt out buildings a man came out, Iranian probably a Shiite militia. He had a bomb strapped to his chest, and advanced towards my troops. We where-.. I was too slow in reacting for them and all I could do was dive behind a building for my own saftey. Straight after this, four of my troop had died from the bomb, but a swarm of Iranian just bombareded the place, we where idiots to think we had taken it so soon. They held a gun to Fergus's chest and shot him right infront of me. I had to watch his eyes glaze over as he gave into death." Sarah took a moment to compose herself, she seemed to feel better talking about it as well as being comforted. Leaning her head against Michael's shoulder she sighed in her usual annoyed tone, annoyed at herself. "Well. I had to go tell his family.. no.. I wanted to. But all I recieved was an angry out burst of Fergus's older brother attempting a swing at me and at my car with a crowbar. I dont know why I can't get over it, i've seen more shocking deaths than that." It was clear she was more calm now as she picked at Michael's knee-cap. "Just now, I couldn't stomach that image of what ever that thing was on the floor. Sorry.."
No doubt Sarah's expression resembled the same troubled yet annoyed expression her counter-part would have worn at times, though to both of them it would have been out of character to feel this way.
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Post by michael on Sept 22, 2011 14:44:36 GMT -1
Michael closed his eyes and listened to every word with an increasingly bitter feeling, his mind returned to that day outside the temple in Tokyo, the entire company destroyed by their Daemon foes and his Sarah impaled on the blade of their officer. If it had not been for the rage that had gripped him at the sight of her broken body, he too may have succumbed to the ravages of the mind and post-traumatic stress, he may also not be here now comforting this other Sarah over the loss of her men.
He had once comforted Sarah over something similar, when she was still a newly promoted lieutenant she had lost her squad in a raid on an enemy headquarters, he had held her just as he was now while she wept into his chest for what felt like hours. When his eyes opened he saw her there, the same look on her face as had been back then and for a moment he didn't see this as another Sarah, he saw it as the Sarah he knew all too well and though his mind screamed at him that this was not her his heart could not be silenced.
"I will create an Earth without countries, where humanity is united and stands shoulder to shoulder against the dark." he said quietly, his hand stroking the back of her head slowly. "I swear I will end these petty wars for resources, or over the selfish ideals of those in power."
His hand moved to place his fingers gently beneath her chin, raising her head to look at him and smiling down at her, his brown eyes warm and caring. "Everything will be all right, I promise."
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Post by sarah on Sept 22, 2011 15:44:04 GMT -1
Sarah managed to blush, the heated feeling of her blood rushing to her cheek bones caused her to pull away from Michael who had currently lifted her chin so she would look at him. She nodded meekly to his promise her head swimming with the strange knot in her chest causing her to be purely stumped as to what to say. She tried to open her mouth but only managed a noise that a strangled cat would make, followed by a hushed cuss at her own vulnerable state. "I don't know how you think you can do that Mike, not that I don't believe you when you say it. But the worlds a big place, little boys should keep to little dreams.. What-..what do we do now?" Her eyes widened and her cheeks continued their furious flushed appearence as she accidently emphasised the word 'we'. It was all too cliché everything Sarah hated in life, everything she couldn't stand to be around and yet right now it was everything she wanted. This Michael, the man next to her seemed to know her so well it pained her and made her lose her usual collected mind. She simply sat there dumb-founded as to what she should do or say, her eyes looking lost as they gazed into Michaels, though her expression as usual frustrated with the 'cliché'-ness of it all.
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Post by michael on Sept 22, 2011 16:58:09 GMT -1
There was a pang of yearning in his chest, she spoke to him just the way he remembered, she even used that same phrase about dreaming on him - called him Mike that he allowed none but her to do. His eyes became saddened while looking at her, briefly he turned his head away and closed his eyes tightened to pull himself together but he couldn't do it. When he looked back at her his eyes were filled with something different, they were warm and tender as though looking upon a lover rather than a new acquaintance but then he knew her so well already.
"I've seen too much of the big, wide world to keep to little dream." he said softly, the fact she had said 'we' had brought another pang to his heart. "I know you hate to feel vulnerable, but I swear I won't let anyone but me see you so."
There was nothing he could do to control it any more, he refused to believe that his was not the Sarah he remembered, so alike was she that he felt as though he had been given some second chance. Maybe this was why the power of the pendant had brought him here, perhaps it had felt his urge to feel her in his arms again and had found the closest match possible to take the weight off his heart. Whatever the reason he did not care, he had drawn her closer and before he could stop himself he was kissing her, tenderly as though it had always been that way.
His arm around her body kept her close to him, while the other hand has slid his fingers into her blonde hair and cradled the back of her head as though as though she might break if he put too much pressure there. Whether she felt the same sensations as he did he hadn't a clue, his mind had rapidly left the world behind as the warm embrace gripped him as it always had with her.
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Post by sarah on Sept 22, 2011 20:17:00 GMT -1
Sweet. Like honey. Charged with electricity, laced with amnesia. The gentle lingering touch of Michael's lips upon her own caused slight hesitation, she felt it at first with him too, she wanted to pull away from shock when it happend, like you want to run when someone pops a firework too close to you. The heat welcoming, but the chance of it hurting you frightening. For a moment she wasn't able to act, but it felt so right to just be there in his arms, in such a sacred place as if it was blessed by what ever higher being watched over such acts. Closing her eyes her heart hammered against her chest, she felt giddy like a school girl all over again, not even her first kiss felt this powerful. Recipricating the lust Sarah applied pressure against Michael's lips, moving her arms up around his neck taking time to memorize the feeling before they part. Though she almost lost herself in the action she realised she'd forgotten to breath, forcing her to pull back leaving a lingering feeling. Yet also a shy nervous anxioty washed over Sarah as her cheeks flushed ever more a soft pink as her lips pressed together in a satisfied hidden smile, as if awaiting the permission to be quite so happy about the occourance.
Unable to speak, unable to move she sat there in Michael's arms, her own now draped around his chest as the sun shone down at the two, perfect in everyway.
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Post by michael on Sept 22, 2011 21:21:12 GMT -1
"Sarah," he whispered, eyes gazing down into hers. He opened his mouth to speak again but couldn't seem to find what he wanted to say, to say he loved her would seem premature to her certainly but to him it was the only truth he knew. He cupped her cheek with the hand that had previously cradled her head, his thumb brushing across her soft lips and feeling the familiar texture beneath his touch. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, sighing deeply and finally he pulled away from her, returning once more to his feet.
"I shouldn't have done this," he said, turning his head and rubbing the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "I need you to know the truth about me, for both our sakes."
He didn't need to go to his ship to show her the truth, he carried a memento with him at all times. He reached inside his jacket to the pocket above where his gun was holstered, pulling out his wallet and pulling out a picture before shoving the wallet away again. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether he should really show her or not, but eventually he turned it around to show a photograph of Michael, Sarah and the company that had fallen at the shrine in Tokyo before the battle broke out. They were stood in the picture in front of the very church they were at now, except the church tower had been destroyed in battle.
"In my home universe, she was Lieutenant Sarah Powell of the Midnight Society." he said, feeling a lump catch in his throat speaking about her. "In my own universe, she died in the last battle of a great war with a vast Daemon army that took place in Tokyo, Japan. But more than that, she was my fiancé. I loved her more than anything, part of me died when she did."
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Post by sarah on Sept 22, 2011 21:41:46 GMT -1
Sarah stared at herself... no.. at this other Sarah with Michael, she was just a shadow of his old love. The firework had exploded on her heart and she fought back a tide of emotions. For a moment she simply looked at the photo detatching herself from Michael, her nails digging onto her thighs. As she caught up to her own thoughts she stood up and inhaled deeply, the sound heavy and audiable as she closed her eyes, a tear falling down her cheek as she shook her head, her lips forming a smirk of disbelief and resentment. "So I was just a way of you trying to mould me into the cutt out of her... classing me as the same person?" She paced frantically infront of him with her hand twisted around the handle of her bag, her voice earily stable and hollow, much like the time Michael had spoken to the vicar. "Is that what this all was? You pulling me into your twisted web of lies just so you can make me think you loved me. When all the time who you really thought of was -her-." Slowly she stopped and arched her head to the sky letting out a deep chuckle. "It's the only reason you introduced me to all this isn't it?" Reaching into her bag she withdrew the gun given to her, tracing her finger idoly over the trigger. Oh how she would have felt like pulling it right into Michaels heart, to pay back for the pain she felt echoeing in her chest. "This was hers too wasn't it?" She truly looked like she was about to shoot Michael, but instead her features softened into a dissapointed and somewhat pitying frown. Placing the gun beside Michael, along with her bag she turned on her heel taking a single step away from him. "I'm not her, i'll never be her. I'm me. And let me tell you a difference between this girl who you so easily groomed me into being. I -do not- like to be fucked around with. Go play Doctor who somewhere else with someone willing to play your fucking Sarah Jane replacement." With that she started to walk away, until she could no longer fight back the sickening wave of tainted tears that to her would have come out green. Green of envy. Green of disgust. Green like a used good thrown to rott in the steets. She broke into a sprint, she was fast but she was aimless as to where she was going. She just ran, she couldn't think of the way back to the station, to her home. But how cruel was it, she had no home. Not now she had been exposed to the truth everything was hollow, everyone was hollow. Even Michael.
Sarah soon found herself after two hours of catching a bus ride and running at a high cliff overlooking a jagged welcoming drop to rocks barely submerged in water. The sky had turned a grim grey on her world causing her to sway with nausia. She stayed like a statue glaring at the shadows of the clouds dancing on the water, her tears crawling down her face.
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Post by michael on Sept 22, 2011 22:24:59 GMT -1
Michael stood in silence as she yelled at him, he couldn't counter any of it though he knew she was wrong, he had never wanted to mould her into being the woman he had known - she was already that woman. Which made this all the more hurtful for him, it felt like the woman he had once intended to marry was telling him he was scum, it hurt more than seeing her die to see this much resentment and anger aimed at him through the eyes of the woman he loved. When she stormed away he remained, alone in the shadow of the very church in the ruins of which their love had first flourished as if to hammer the final nail into his heart.
He felt his knees grow weak and felt his stomach lurch, at which he grabbed onto the statue of the cherub to hold himself up, unable to stop the sobbing that followed. His free hand rose to his face and covered his eyes, the tears falling into his palm as his body shook with the breakdown into weeping. Without noticing he had dropped the picture he was showing her too, it had landed on the ground just behind him and been forgotten about as he stumbled back toward the church trying to get a hold of himself and stem the flow of tears that fell.
He fell to his knees at the altar in the end of the church, knowing this to secretly be a place of worship for the divine, not the false religions of Earth he clutched the cloth of the altar.
"Why did you bring me here for this?!" he hissed, his eyes stung from the tears and his vision had blurred. "Why to this universe? Why to her again? This isn't closure, it's cruelty!"
"I always find it funny how in a moment of true pain, mortals are so easy to blame the divine. Even you."
Turning his head Michael found the angel Maximilian stood in his vicars attire, he had raven hair and blue eyes which bordered on pools of silver. Michael pulled himself to his feet and managed to collect himself for a moment, but his eyes remained red from cry and wet with tears.
"If not you, then why did I come here? Why here of all places?" he asked, his voice hollow and defeated.
"Perhaps you should ask that of Pendant." he replied coolly.
"Pendant? The ship A.I.?" he repeated.
"I believe you'll find that A.I. is actually the consciousness of the pendant you wear and bound to the emotions and longings of its owner." Maximilian explained, "So in a way you could say that you brought you here. Why would you want to come here?"
Michael stared in silence at the man, unable to answer his question he just looked down at the stone floor, silently frowning as it dawned upon him why the pendant would have brought him here. To Sarah who was so like the Sarah he remembered, no different in fact in both her mannerisms and indeed her wrath. He didn't even give time for Maximilian to say anything as he pushed past him, running out of the church to catch up with Sarah. He did not pause to catch his breath, he just ran with his telepathic senses scanning for her as he went.
When he came upon her at the cliff edge, he stopped and caught his breath while staring at the back of her head, he had brought nothing with him and the picture he had left on the floor of the churchyard remained forgotten.
"Sarah," he said, to get her attention. "I would have travelled every universe in the multiverse to find you..." He paused, closing his eyes tightly before opening them to continue with conviction. "I love you, not just the idea of you."
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