Fantasy The God Machine IC (Closed)

[The Dapper Mog]

The city was alive. People crowded the streets and sidewalks, going about their business as individuals, even though they were literally moving shoulder to shoulder with those around them. How had humanity gotten to such a point that they were closer than ever, yet they had never been so alone? Two years ago, divinity fell to Earth, angels expelled from the Heavens, falling to live among humans. There had been so many of us, now, there can't be more than a few dozen. We believed ourselves infallible, servants to an almighty that never faltered and was always correct. But now? We're vulnerable. We question ourselves and our places in the universe. We ponder on our decisions and the orders we've followed since the dawn of creation. These humans around us, they have spent their entire existence knowing that an end was coming, knowing that their bodies were frail and fragile, that an end could come at any time. These feelings are new for us.
A sudden chime shook the man from his interior monologue The train was approaching his destination. His brow furrowed as he shifted in his seat, his gaze moving back to the window as he looked out over the city. The irony of an angel riding a train when they still had their wings...what had they become?

The man's solid build filled out his dress shirt well, the fabric clinging to his arms and chest underneath his suit jacket. His fingers absently fiddled with the cuffs, loosening them a bit for the sake of comfort. As fancy as this attire was, the lack of comfort for the sake of aesthetics reminded him of the ceremonial armors he used to craft for the host. Plus, the actual combat ready equipment, but they were always somehow more comfortable than the ceremonial ones. A slight smile tugged at his lips as he recalled special occasions in Heaven, seeing all of his brothers and sisters dressed up in their outfits that served no practical purpose but to enunciate their features or represent things that didn't need representing.

His bearded face must have looked quite the sight, a mixture of amusement and frustration. In front of him, a young girl was peering at him from just over the top of her seat. Ocean blue eyes peered at him as though they were hidden, watching him curiously with a shine of fascination. Sometimes, some humans would see something in them that they couldn't explain, something that attracted them to them in one way or another. Whether it was trust, affection, admiration, or something more, it was obvious. The man smiled politely at the young girl, whom slowly popped her head up and flashed him a wide grin, revealing a missing tooth as the new set was still in the process of descending. Maybe she could see the divine spark in him, or perhaps she was just happy to see another foreigner. Either way, her face made him feel a little better.
After a few moments, the girl's mother seemed to notice that she was distracted by another passenger, and had her turn back around. It was a pleasant distraction, but all too soon, the solitude crept back in.

Once the train finally reached its destination, the man stepped out and into the night, making his way back to his small apartment. It was quite the drastic shift from the palaces and forges of Heaven to this, but at least he wasn't exposed to the elements. Well, not entirely. The building was a little run down, and the maintenance team that oversaw the repairs of the building were almost constantly busy to keep this place together. It was still the closest to home he'd had since he fell. The door to his apartment had a notice on it, informing him that the rent would be increasing at the start of the month. A low grunt escaped his lips as he read the paper and stepped into his leaky apartment. Removing his jacket and his wallet, he dropped the wallet onto a shelf near the door, it falling open to reveal his identification card that had been made for him. Noah Saintclair, a name chosen mostly at random, but it did feel oddly fitting. Noah ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair, noting that it was getting a little long on the top again.

Noah dropped into his chair, sighing as he leaned his head back against the leather. He had a feeling something significant was around the corner, but he just couldn't place what it was. Sometimes he wished he could more easily speak with his brothers and sisters, but the truth was it was just safer for them to remain separate. At least, for the most part. His gaze shifted down to the old television set across from him, situated precariously on two stacks of books. Acquiring furniture turned out to be a more difficult challenge than he would have expected. Noah absently scratched at his beard, staring at the blank screen. Even off, he could feel the waves of the machine trying to enthrall his mind into a stupor. No wonder humans called these things "idiot boxes".

 

[MisoraUni]

Arashi Mizuki - Nephele -

Mood

Calm, nostalgic.

Location

Tokyo: Her
University (scroll vv)

Interactions

@ no one

Mizuki’s last class of the day ended about 3 hours ago, however she had still been in the classroom to get some sweet, sweet peace and quiet to finish her homework for the next class. It’s not that her roommates were bad people, but they are quite loud. It’s only 2 of them but somehow, they always manage to just about make Mizuki’s ears want to burst, and she’s even used to standing in the middle of storms with thunder clapping in her ears. It’s their voices. Something about those two and their quite pitchy voices annoys Mizuki to no end, so when she’s in the dorm with them she listens to music to drown them out.

Mizuki was just about finished with her paper, only a few more words. After that last bit she saved her progress and submitted it. The black haired girl then gently closed her laptop and slid it back into its bag. She stood up and picked up the laptop bag, then peeked her eyes out the window. A few students were still wandering around campus but not too many. This was her favorite time of day, when the activity around her university starts to slow down, when people are mostly asleep or inside their houses. It’s so serene, oh how she wishes she could use her wings to fly right now… But she can’t, or rather shouldn’t for fear of the machine’s angel goons coming to find her.

Mizuki stepped away from the window and went out into the hallway. Her footsteps were light, little tap taps echoing through the hall. A few minutes later she had stepped out of the building. The dorms weren’t far off, but she wanted as much alone time as possible so Mizuki went around the long way: She first went through a courtyard, then through the back entrance of the library, through the library which did have a few people left, still studying. Then adjacent to the library are the dorms, she slowly walked her way to the building and opened the door with her ID card that also acts as a key card for each building. Upon stepping in she greeted the Resident Advisor. “Hello,” of which the RA replied back with “Hello, and have a good night.”

“Thank you. Hope you have a good night as well.” Mizuki waved slightly, then turned to the left of the RA’s desk and began walking up the stairs at the end of the hallway. She stopped at the third floor and took a right, then stepped in front of the second to last door before the stairwell. She placed her room key card in front of the scanner and opened the door. Since it was late enough, her roommates were asleep already. Mizuki very silently shuffled into the dorm and went into her room. She placed her laptop bag onto a desk by the window with a cup of pens and pencils and a bin of various erasers located on the left side, and an empty mug on the right.

Mizuki picked up the dark blue colored mug and went back out into the main room. She placed her mug into the keurig machine to get some hot water. While it was heating up the water she went into the cabinet where they keep cereal and other related items and pulled out the hot chocolate mix. The water was hot and had poured into her mug, she pulled it away from the keurig and put a spoonful of the hot coco mix into the mug. She then put away the mix and went back to her room while stirring up her hot drink. She then placed the hot coco mug back onto the table and very quickly undressed herself and slid into her pajamas while her coco cooled off a bit. By the time Mizuki went to take a sip from the mug, it was the perfect temperature. This is Mizuki’s favorite way of winding down from a busy school day: Drinking a cup of hot coco while looking out her window and gazing upon the glowing city lights. Hot coco is hands down Mizuki’s favorite human invention, they never had stuff like this in heaven. Although she does miss heaven, she has gotten a little used to the human way of things in the 2 years that she’s been here.

Windy

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[Serei2477]

Akio Hayashida | Uriel
Mentions: Noah The Dapper Mog
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From outside the window, Akio could hear the subtle noises of the city. The people walking from destination to destination, the cars driving down the streets, and the barely audible advertisements paid for by the corporations to annoy everyone throughout the day. Akio himself didn't leave the apartment much, save to go buy something they needed or to look for another video game to play. But from what he did see of the city; it was beautiful. Much different than what he was usually accustomed to. But... it wasn't the same. His home was elsewhere; this was all just temporary. Akio wanted to go home and live his life as he had before, but so long as that machine was up there, there was nothing they could do as of now.

Since his fall two years ago, Akio wasn't sure if he could adjust to such a cold-hearted, busy way of living. Working 6 days a week, 8 hours a day at the least, only to get home to do chores, have maybe an hour or so to yourself before you had to go to bed, then get up in the morning to do it all over again.

Within the clouds, Akio was able to spend his time researching, or giving subtle advice to the humans or angels that searched for an answer. He enjoyed what he did, and he always looked forward to the next day. Did the humans like this sort of thing?

If from what he read on the internet was true, then no. And he didn't understand why until he experienced it for himself.

Apparently money was a necessity to live, and the human world revolved around it. He and the other angels, apparently, needed all sorts of documents in order to be able to do anything in this world. Thankfully, they were able to get them in order to prove that they existed at all, but that wasn't even the end to their struggles!

Finding a job.

Akio tried finding a job; he really did. But he needed a piece of paper that proved he was experienced in his field, or at least 3 people that could vouch for him andproof of knowledge. As if his word wasn't enough! Akio thought he would be perfect for the library, but apparently, that required a degree in library sciences in order to even be considered. He truly couldn't believe all the trouble that went into finding work, which was necessary in order to survive in this world!

So, Akio looked for and found another means of money. One that required almost no effort on his part.

Chess tournaments!

Apparently, chess was the oldest competitive sport in the human world, and it was so very easy to play. Before Akio knew it, the game would be over and he'd beaten his opponent. It had started with random old men and women in parks, and now it's gotten him the label of "Grandmaster". Some of the organizers were even kind enough to fly him to the competition just so he could make comments about how good or dumb a play was. Easy peasy~

Just a few days ago, he came home from a competition with the grand prize money. It would at least cover the bare minimum of the apartment and the utilities until the next tournament, but there wasn't exactly a lot of spending room. Especially when the landlord kept raising the rent on them...

Speaking of apartment.

He was playing on his handheld console, sprawled on the couch when he heard the lock on the door jimmy. He perked up, watching Noah walk into the room. Akio frowned a bit, seeing the older man enter the apartment as if he bore the weight of the world on his shoulders. It made a small pang of guilt cross his heart.

The blonde twisted on the couch until he was looking at Noah, arms outstretched over the couch's arm rest.

"Welcome back." He said first, then cocked his head a little. "Something wrong? You look gloomier than usual."

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[AI10100]

B A R A D I E L
Interacting with:
Location: Myaku (Cafe)​

In terms of leisure living, Baradiel could perhaps say that he had it quite well.

The angel did not need to rest back when he hadn't immersed himself in the human realm. He was on the duty around the clock— he really hadn't minded. He wanted to be sure that each of the angel had an out and had an easy time being able to get from one place to another. He would never shirk his work. And perhaps it was that very thing that had led him to feel so secure now that he was in the human realm. He had been fidgety, worrying about the other angels because that's what he had always done. However, that wasn't the case anymore. The more he worried and sought them out, the more trouble they would attract.

Kenji sighed as he entered a different section of the establishment— while Myaku prided itself in its decent coffee at affordable prices, it wasn't all it had to offer. It functioned as a bar in another part for the poor souls who wanted to drink their sorrows away. For the most part, Kenji didn't work in that side but he still opted to help set up the bar when the shift was going to turn over before returning to the cafe. Sure, he was working nearly deathly hours considering he was present from morning until late into the night, but it wasn't like he was doing anything else so he didn't mind.

Once the manager for the bar came over, they exchanged a few pleasantries and stories and laughed about it. It was nice having these kinds of conversations between co-workers, or friends as Kaoru called them. She claimed that she had the harder job because of how rowdy her customers were compared to that of the cafe's and Kenji was inclined to agree. For the most part, distraught and sleep-deprived college students didn't usually kick up a fuss. They just wanted their dose of caffeine and a quiet place to study. The cafe provided that— with its soundproof walls that led to the bar. The cafe didn't close until well into the night so there was usually an overlap between the two.

"- had to kick another one out before he caused a fuss. People need to learn to handle the liquor properly."

"If they weren't such avid spenders, I doubt you would have let them in anymore." Kenji chuckled. "Well, as long as I'm on shift, you can holler and I'll help you deal with it. But I imagine you already have it all under control." He patted her shoulder and bid her farewell as he retreated back into the employee lounge.

Aika should be arriving any minute now. Amorel was one of the first angels he had met and they had decided to stick together. Though they didn't live together in the same apartment, Kenji had suggested that she could get a part-time job at the bar he was working at to help her get her feet on the ground. She decided to accept and they've been co-workers ever since. Of course, they often ran the risk of being discovered because of it but their jobs only intersected for a few hours. As far as he was concerned, they could theoretically get away with minimal damage to their jobs if ever that happened.

He headed back to the cafe, supervising the few students who had decided to study in the cafe for the time being.

God-Machine or not, Kenji found himself enjoying this human life.

 

[Cresion Breezes]

Mikaru Hikari | Michael
Interactions: Akio/Uriel ( Serei2477 )​

The night was settling in as the neon signs from more “obscure” areas of the city began lighting up one by one, it wasn’t one of those places simply for tired office workers or students to go after a day’s end, it was for those seeking more thrills than a mild evening rest. Those people sleep, and this part of the city never sleeps.

A group of rag-tagged looking youths wandered throughout the neon signs, although some adult patrons leered and sometimes jeered at them, it was mostly uneventful. Well, as uneventful as it could get in the grand evening opening of the sleepless district anyways. The teenager, perhaps it was generous to even call him a ‘teenager’, that led the group had a stoic yet slightly bored expression on his face. Archangel Michael (or “Mikaru” as the humans call him, it’s probably just a pronunciation difference) hasn’t lost his talent to be a militant leader, although it was ironic to go from leading armies of angels into heavenly battles to keeping delinquent youths that followed his reputation in line. But apparently the armies and policemen of the human world aren’t always good, so leading them wasn't exactly as noble and just as Michael would like either. What even is up with that? Humans sure made things complicated while he and the other angels were away.

“Alright! Attention!” The boy in the lead poked the baseball bat he was holding onto the ground in front of him, like a knight with a greatsword. Although barely noticeable, the concrete cracked slightly under the force. “Remember, we’re here to keep the streets clean, so stay out of trouble, don’t get bottakuri’ed, and report back any incidents in the morning!” His voice was loud and clear, although bystanders might find it a bit voice-crack-y. “Team dispersed!”

The team of delinquent kids thinned out towards every direction after a slew of “Yes Boss!” and “See ya later Boss.” was thrown at their leader, who began to sate his own wanderlust by turning towards some less populated and familiar territory. It was the rustic and abandoned looking alleyways to the more run down area of the city, apparently some other angels also lived there, Michael didn’t understand why. He can’t really say anything about it though, since he slept outside much more than any of his colleagues were comfortable with in the first two years he was here. What was wrong with sleeping outside anyways? At least he had the various hideouts of the Amaterasu Tenshi to spend nights in now, although he wasn’t sure if the others would approve of that either.

Speaking of non-approval, a lady who was handing out advertisements for one of the venues gently addressed him. “Umm, sir, legally speaking we have to let minors know they should leave when it’s this late.”

“I’m not a minor, I’m actually thousands of years old and have special powers I’m defending this city with.”

The flyers lady sighed, “of course kids here at this hour would be chuunis, what did I even expect…” Although this vessel came with a lot of inconvenience in human society, it was perhaps a good fit for Mikaru. He slips up a lot, but apparently his vessel appearance just makes humans assume he’s playing pretend or something like that, and eventually, he stopped trying to not slip up. It could be dangerous, but relatively it was much less dangerous or attention grabbing than if the others did it. It’s not like he has any powers he can ‘activate’ to alert the Machine, even if they were alerted, he’ll just beat them all back.

But there are things he can’t just simply beat back, namely, humans. It was injustice to lay a hand on a virtuous human who is trying to do good in the world. Such as a police officer who was just patrolling the commercial district being called over by the flyers lady. Of course, this man and woman were both just trying to do something good by the standards of their human perception, and hence they can be classified as virtuous people, but the prospect of being sent to child welfare (again) was a dangerous one.

After about 4.5 seconds of thinking with his thousands of years old mind, the angel turned around and bolted down one of the run down looking paths.

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When he realized where he was, Mikaru realized the fact that he didn’t actually know where he was. He looked around, trying to think why he decided to come this direction as he continued to run, jumping right acrossing wired mesh fences and bicycle racks. “Oh right, I remember now.”

Turning a corner Mikaru saw the particular building he was drawn to, it was an apartment building and they couldn’t use their wings anymore, but that wasn’t a problem for him. Drainage pipes, AC units, window sills, and even the occasional balcony, who needed wings to get up a building when you got those to climb? Arriving at the particular window, Mikaru knocked on the glass, not too hard to break it but not too soft either, and eventually banged his forehead against it too.

“Uri! Uri! Let me in! Child welfare is onto me again! I’m not gonna get institutionalized! Uri!”

 

[PlusUltra]

Going about her daily routine, the amazonian angel in human guise held a perpetual soft smile across her features seemingly enjoying her human life once more. While many of her heavenly siblings may be new to such a thing, for her it had more likely been sliding into an old familiar shoe, albeit with a few millennia of societal changes. Still, her task of inspiring others and delivering their prayers had kept her very much in touch with humanity as a whole, it had even allowed her to slip in and gain documentation under the guise of seeking asylum. From there the documentation and contract work came easy enough, proving her proficiency had been enough to get her into entry position contract work, namely within the postal and mail service. That might have also helped make things feel familiar, as the only real difference in her Job now was fewer hours and different delivery addresses.

The asylum angle was not a lie, though her point of origin being Israel was true, she just happened to omit it had been nearly 3 millennia since she had lived there. It did also happen to help connect her with several charities setting up bank accounts for such people. From there it was onwards to her current residence, namely the City of Angels seeming fitting, as well as giving her easier access to those that helped inspire the current world through media. In any case, two years of working three jobs, minimal expenses with frugal living, and several smart investments with the quick buying and selling in a few select stocks and coins had now resulted in her having quite the substantial fortune. She had increased her money countless fold from that cute little dog coin.

In truth, she could have stuck to simply the investment angle now, but the mailroom and contract work did give her access to things she couldn't simply buy, planting a few ideas in those moments when delivering mail, as well as the generosity of several meals she was commonly invited out on. Her little black book now contained the names of quite a number of creative individuals and quite a few projects in the work to help nudge people in the direction she wanted, away from the god machine.

It was perhaps manipulation, though she looked at it more as giving the free will a bit of helpful guidance and a kick start, in any case, it had turned out for the better. It was however quite humorous in a way, having titles such as senior advisor despite barely looking into her 20's did turn a few heads if her appearance, in general, didn't do that already, a similar interaction she had enjoyed with each new person she met. The other point of reaction though was the speed at which she managed to sort and manage the letters and contacts, which quickly alleviated the concerns regarding her age.

Today however she was on deliveries again, the agency apparently having a shortage and needing someone to fill in, which suited her quite fine. While others would grow tired her divine gifts did mean that was not particularly an issue, her long legs taking her further and faster, and the bicycle she used allowed her to skip traffic in addition to being green. All in all it turned what should have been an eight-hour job into two, so plenty of time to spare for other activities.

Locking her bike up outside one of the more run-down apartment buildings she let herself in and quickly threw the handful of letters into all but one of the mailboxes, deciding to take them herself to deliver personally. This is what finally brought her to the door of one of her divine siblings, though it did seem that they had quite a bit of company already as she reached them, the sound of familiar voices caused her smile to widen.

Knocking twice on the door, she went to open it regardless of the response and let herself inside the apartment of Noah and Uriel "Hey, Im respecting your privacy by knocking but asserting authority as your sister by coming in anyway!" talking several steps forward and giving a wave to the three of them, flicking the mail to land on the laps of Uriel and Noah and letting out a small chuckle. "Have you been having fun?, I think it might have been a while but with everything that's been happening it is hard to keep track of the day, date or year you know?"

Serei2477 Cresion Breezes The Dapper Mog

 

[Serei2477]

Akio Hayashida | Uriel
Mentions: Sandy PlusUltra | Twerp Cresion Breezes
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Before Noah could give him his answer, Akio heard what sounded like thumping coming from the window. He would be confused if this wasn't a normal occurrence from his brother Michael. On top of that, one of his favorite sisters both respected their privacy and asserted her authority by coming into the apartment. It earned her a smile and wave of greeting as he got up, taking his mail into his hand. Uriel wanted to ask how she managed to get their mail, but that wasn't important right now. He still had a child-looking brother to let into the apartment after all.

"Good to see you~" He greeted, though her question gave him a bit of pause. "I'd say most of the time, yes. My existence has come to beating humans at chess for money and wandering around this city. It's something, but I'm limited to what I can do without "experience" or "degrees". How about you? How have you been? What have you been up to?"

As he asked his questions, he walked over to the source of the thudding and unlatched the lock, opening the window for Mikaru.

"You know we leave the front door unlocked for you, right?" He asked with a smile.

 

[ThatWhichShouldBe]

THE METATRON

It is a quiet day in the city. A man here lives a humble, quiet life. In the morning, he wakes with the rising of the sun. He says his prayers, eats a simple breakfast, and heads off to work alongside the thousand-thousand other humans like him. His apartment is located in the bustling downtown, near the high-rise offices that buzz with work and energy. The endless wheel of human drive bent towards economic gain, the numbers ticking and climbing. Always climbing. Never stopping. But for the man, it is just another blip in the grand scheme of things, as he spends his days filing papers, sorting itineraries, and chatting with colleagues around the water cooler.

Other angels, the man had found, had found adjustment... difficult. The world was different, mortality strange and alien. Humanity was as much an enigma to most servants of God as God's will was to humanity. But for the man, this was but... a return to form. He'd somehow missed this feeling, of the quiet life. Nudging humanity slowly but surely in the smallest of ways, letting a whispered word cause ripples that stretched out across the face of Earth, borne on the currents of finance. Perhaps others cultivated much more dense networks of intrigue and influence, but for Metatron, all he needed was to be there to talk to the right people. That was all he had ever needed, since the days of the burning bush.

But of course, there weren't just humans that needed him. He took the time to head over, driving his humble sedan down the city streets to visit his... 'siblings'. Check up on them. See how they were fitting into the world of mortal men.

 

[. D O V E]

Giovanna "Gigi" De La Cour
Location: Myaku
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Scorching heat encompassed the Earth as the sky cracked open and a blazing outline encroached the land. The ground trembled beneath the immense force, seismic waves of great magnitude rippled through and summoned multi-leveled tsunamis all over the globe. Helpless cries echoed on every nook and corner of the world as a six-mile-wide extraterrestrial body of solid rock plummeted on its surface, a scene of destruction at an immeasurable degree following suit.

As the fires roared and death claimed its bounty, a massive incomprehensible figure flew high above the Earth with its enormous wings, its multiple eyes keeping watch on every part of the planet as it succumbed into devastation. Eventually, the being nodded to itself. "It is well." An amalgamation of a thousand voices proclaimed, a rift forming above the creature before it wholly disappeared into it.

Millions of years later, the very same being could now be found slumped against a cafe table, a pile of books sitting in front of her accompanied by an empty cup of coffee. The once great and mighty Gigallim, now commonly known as Giovanna De La Cour, has been reduced to nothing but a struggling and constantly sleep-deprived art student. She who once could destroy planets after planets with a snap of her fingers was now this groaning mess who was currently being plagued by the possibility of failing tomorrow's test.

Gigi slowly pulled herself back onto a sitting position, a deep frown etched on her porcelain face as her short blue hair messily curtained her features. She raised a hand, opting to catch the attention of the barista in charge. "One more cup, please!" She was far too gone to order one in a more formal manner. Besides, she had been around the old geezer ( AI10100 ) for over a couple of megaanuum, she knew for a fact he wouldn't mind her behavior. Not to mention that she was a regular paying customer. "Extra sugar, thanks." She offered him a smile, her lip's right end twitching and barely managing to stay curled. Let's just say it wouldn't be her second cup for this evening.

Once that was done, Gigi reached out for her phone and began to send a message to one of her contacts. The unamused expression on her face lingered as she aggressively tapped on the device. ( MisoraUni )

Spoiler: To Mizuki

Mizu

me

Wouldn't it be GREAT if a thunderstorm happened tomorrow?

me

Currently in Myaku, studying for an exam that I'll 100% flunk tomorrow at 9!

 

[Colorless Spectrum]

Aika Lowenthal| Amorel

It's been two years since she left the Celestial Realm, two years of her not fulfilling her duty. She had gotten used to the short life that she had lived so far among the mortals but to say that a day had gone by without her thinking of her sole purpose before their God went away was a mistake. She doesn't exactly miss it, but it was what defined her existence since... She existed.

Blending in with Humans wasn't too hard, just because she wasn't capable of feeling emotions doesn't mean she can't act. She had watched over these people for a long time, she knew how to respond to any scenario and it was only logical to show them what they wanted to see and hear. But for how long will she stay? How long will she act as the College Dropout who settled for a job as a bartender and became a podcast host? Who knows.

Ring.

She opened the door to the cafe, finding Gigi slumped by one of the tables. "And this is why I dropped out of College." She whispered as she passed by, whether her fellow angel had heard her or not didn't really matter to her. "Don't forget to take a break, Gigi." She shouted before entering the employee's lounge, giving a brief wave to Kenji and his coworker. "Hey, if you guys need a drink later just holler at me on the other side."

In the Celestial Realm, Amorel was never the chatty one. She only spoke whenever God had asked her to tell him of the things happening to Earth, the lives that were born, how they intertwined with each other, and the death they would be given. She was the reader of thousands of stories. Alas, her life back then was too different from the life she lives now.

She immediately went to her locker to pick up her uniform and wore it on top of her button-down shirt. Hopefully, there won't be any ruckus made tonight by their customers. Aika's not really fond of dragging troublemakers and kicking them out of the bar to keep the peace. "Kaoru! Hello!" She said in English, a wide grin on her face as she looked at her boss.

"Finally, you're here. As always, watch the front as our regulars would be here any minute and we gotta have some snacks on the ready." The woman said as she walked into their kitchen.

Aika gave a quick salute and started cleaning the glasses that she would be giving out in just a few minutes' time. "Oh, welcome!"

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