Gabriel: He listened to her quietly, watching Sariel as she spoke, when she finished he smiled, nodded his head and stood. "I think I'll take your suggestion, Sariel ... Now I know what my daughter sees in you." He chuckled. "Speaking of Gabrielle, I best wake her from her slumber, otherwise..." He bowed formally, and burst up the stairway, taking a turn, and coming to the door where he kept his precious little angel. Gabriel knocked. "Gabrielle, are you decent?" He waited for a response, wondering if hse was up laready. "Can I open the door without something flying at me?" He added for a laugh, making sure his voice was loud enough that Sariel could hear him. A quick fishing in his pocket brought forth the key to the lock, and he unlocked the door, hoping she heard it, so she could open it herself. He waited patiently, standing across from the doorway along the wall, watching and wiating. "If your still sleeping I know one little girl thats going to get a bucket of cold water in a minute." He shouted playfully.

Gabrielle: ::Gabrielle heard the knocking on the door, and stayed silent in all her motions and conversations. She simply layed there, with eyes wide, staring at the door. Wings had been concealed to appear in her mortal form for the time being. Those soulfull eyes peering at the knob, awaiting it's turn. The unlocking of the door led to a jump in her heartbeat.. licking lips before comming to rise to a seated position soon after. Soft steps of bare feet made to the door, as she crept it open, to peer out the small crack that was made. Gabrielle was one to take caution in all this.. canting a head as she opened it further.. a slight snap of her fingers, and she was dressed in her light blue summer gown.. suitable for the weather. hair was pinned up in that same instance of the dress' comming.. all in appearance of a swirl of golden feathers which enveloped her slender form, only to fade into sparkling dust at her feet, and sparkle itself out of exsistance.. :: .. yes father..

Sariel: "How'd you know. . ." Her voice trailed off.  Of course he knew her -- once she told him her duties to the Gods.  She watched him leave, his formal bow met only by a small but, old school head bow of hers.  Medieval times.  She must have liked those times.  She didn't have to peer to listen to one-half of the conversation -- Gabriel's.  And from the clicking of a lock, she automatically knew Gabrielle was being kept as a prisoner.  Although, she'd have no harm come to her.  Sariel knew that much.  Not by her Father's hand.  Raziel was a different story.  Though, most of Sariel's thoughts led to: If Gabriel didn't want his Daughter hurt, Raziel would listen.  She loved him enough to respect his wishes.  At least, Sariel hoped so.

Gabriel: "You have a guest Gabrielle, she awaits you in the living area." He didn't wait for her, instead Gabriel moved down the stairs, nodded to Sariel quietly as he reached the bottom step, and moved into a different room, the room he always went to when he had to think. Gabriel let the two be alone, sitting in his study and picking up a book. He would let the two be alone, of course he wasn't careful though, he did pay attention to any sounds outside his quiet study, while dark eyes scanned the words, the pages he always did like Philosphy, and today he read The Art of War. There was not a sound from the sutdy as he went over the pages, reading once, twice, and yet again, contemplating.

Gabrielle: ::Gabrielle stood there, a might suprised as she heard 'visitor' .. who could it be? .. a bit baffled by all of this, she decided to follow her father down the stairs.. that's where she saw Sariel. By the gods if that face didn't light up! Gabrielle came down, watching her father depart into another room, as she met up with Sariel, grasping her arm gently, as she pulled her off to the side, to speak more, confidentially.. :: <w> Sariel, how did you? .. :: Gabrielle shook her head.. how rude of her.. :: .. I mean, thank you, thank you for comming to visit me Sariel. . I do so appreciate your comming.. ::she nodded a bit more confidently with her comment now..:: .. How goes the war in my absense? .. and the Gods? .. has Michael heard yet? .. ::Gabrielle was sure to keep her voice low in all of this.. first, she'd ask questions, then, she'd speak of some answers..::

Sariel: "Thank you." She said as she watched him disappear into another room.  No doubt he had some sort of device that saw Sariel and Gabrielle or perhaps, he was listening intently to their conversation from just behind the door of the study. Either way, Sariel didn't care.  At least, Gabrielle would have company -- someone to talk to, confide in.  And Sariel would give her advice the best she knew how. . .talking and listening.  Her thoughts were cut short after seeing Gabrielle coming down the stairs shortly after her Father.  Her smile was geniune, bright, welcoming.  As her arm was grasped, she moved further into the living room with Gabrielle.  She spoke openly and with a normal tone -- whether or not Gabriel heard her, she not care. "No need for formality.  You are held captive, I did not visit you.  I merely came for comfort at your Father's offering.  I figured it'd do you good. . .seeing I can't rescue you." Sariel laughed a bit, watching her with a steady gaze.  "You're Father means you nothing but good, he just didn't know another way to show you."  At her own words, she took Gabrielle's hand with her opposite hand, pulling it away from her own arm and then covering it with her other hand.  "No worries."  She began to shake her head.  "By the gods, this family worries a lot."  But, she shook the thought off.  "I have not happened upon Michael.  I do not know anything as far as him.  The Gods know though.  They told me before they sent me to do some duty."

Gabriel: Gabriel was not plotting anything nor was he trying to listen to them, merely letting them have their privacy. He would only listen for the door, flipping through his book and re-reading certain passages and texts. Gabriel would set the book down, and make quick steps into the kitchen, yet ignoring the two friends, unafraid or was it uncaring? Letting them chat in peace without his ominous presence. Gabriel sat down, poured himself a glass of wine, and waited to be served by one of the familiars still awake. He was still unsure of what he should do, and of waht fate awaited him, quietly contemplating, swirling the liquid in its glass with his hand. It would be awhile before he would check on the two of them, instead enjoying his dinner.

Gabrielle: ::Gabrielle nodded slightly.. but, comfort? was that really something she could have right now? Surely not. gabrielle had a lot of responsibility! More than some probably knew. Everything from worrying about who fed the cat, to worrying about the army that needed healing, and the gardens that was surely wilting due to her absense.:: I wish I could be as optimistic as you are Sariel, truth is, there is much more behind the curtain going on, while I am here. And if I do not manage to aid soon, consequences will be unavoidable.. and the tear will soon .. ::she looked around.. and pulled her further away.. by the gods, she was actually going to TELL someone about the tear!!:: <vvvqs>Sariel.. the tear is already beginning to darken. And I fear within little time, I will not be able to control what there is left of good.. and Minai will come forth once more.. ::sure, sariel didn't know much about minai.. no one really did.. save for one.. J .. And the mention of Minai comming forward, was enough to strike fear into the Gods, surely it wasn't something good.. especially when it was 'Minai' that nearly killed them in Gabriel's favor!:: You must get this.. ::she opened her hand, as like a silver feather appeared..:: Give this to J, he will understand what is happening. You must ensure the crystals in the gardens are replenished. Speak to the Gods of it all.. ::she nodded confidently.. ::

Justicar: ::It didn't take much to begin harvesting his own search for the Angelic queen. There was much to be heard and much to be said of all the inhabitants that sought her whereabouts. Nonetheless, the slow beat of the majestic black wings shifted the air currents above. This eve he held a prismatic sheen around his frame, reflecting the viels of light that danced around him. The cast had held firm as he traversed the darkened halls, weaving with the rampant beat of the wind, to hit a turnstyle with the air currents, upon the outcroppings of the dark citadel::

Sariel: Sariel was confused now, most definitely confused. She merely nodded, looking from the Queen to the study. "Is there anything else I can do?"  Oh! Yeah, she almost forgot. "The gardens are being taken care of.  I'd never let them die. Never." That last word was spoken like she truely did care about the gardens, like they were her child or something.  Truth of the matter was, without the gardens, Sariel wouldn't have a home.  She did everything out there, including sleep. "What's thi.. " She let the question go only to grip the feather like thing in her hand.

Gabriel: He smiled, and entered through the other way, a peculiar gaze at them and brow lifted in curiousity. "Ohh please, if I was going to spy on you, don't you think those kind of acts would be futile. Gabrielle you should know better! Besides, I mean neither of you harm you should know that by now Gabrielle!" He grumbled, her faith in her father was just simply awe-inspiring. Gabriel stepped past the arch into the room, he carried a tray with him, on it were several wine glasses as well as a few bottles of wine. He always was a gracious host. "I only brought wine sorry if you wanted osmething else." He grumbled and watched them. "Your friend is quite intelligent for her youth daughter." He said calmly. Starting a fire in the fireplace with a simple look.

Gabrielle: ::Gabrielle shook her head to Sariel, as she noted her fathers presence.. why did her father have to act as if he was the victim in all of this? Gabrielle simply let it go, only to look up and off .. a light smile on her face as she sensed his presence .. giving a nod before looking to her father, and noting the wine being present.:: .. despite your gracious hospitality father, there is a war going on, and some things must be taken care of.. ::gabrielle would obviously deny and conceal what she told and gave to Sariel.. and in that look to the fire, gabrielle gave a smirk of her own towards it.. odd. for in that look, that fire grew slightly.. Shaking it off, she looked back to Sariel with a slight sigh in mind.. :: I know he means well, though.. ::she stopped herself.. shaking it off as she raised a hand as if to say "nevermind" .. :: ..

Angelic Justicar: ::It was there that he had taken a pass through the midst of the darkness.. Therew as much that still tingled within his flesh at the mere insidious nature that ran in the presences gathered. Yet the auras of the place did little to impede his downward spiral. Being one to have seen quite a many distinct creatures in his day he refocused to shift his eyes into a  sudden incadescant spark, as he lay above the home. First pass allowed him to begin assessment for points of entry, vents, slipstreams of blood or lava, the make of the house,  before the second full pass of his body left him gazing across the windows to seek out any hint of where gabrielle may Lie.. The adamacy of the father was more than enough to keep his interest peeled.. and as her presence had been gone since the day he'd seen them last.. there was risen suspicion.  Though the fae was the last thing to confirm his thoughts... For his mind was running rampant. Though a  wry grin came across his tiers at the mixture of beasts he had to call from in the circumventing twist... Though he'd wait for now, Simply coiling his flightpath around the citadel in wait, to strike;:

Sariel: Sariel was actually grinning as Gabriel came in, she took a few steps back from Gabrielle to fetch both daughter and father a glass of wine.  One full glass of wine was handed to both of them before she fetched her own -- the feather was tucked in her dress, well, more like down her dress into her bodice, but.. whatever.  "I don't care whether you want the wine or not, either of you." Her glare went from Father to Daughter and back again, seemingly angered or aggitated.  How they'd take to this. . .she wasn't quite sure, but she had a proposition.  And it was time to play diplomat.  "You could throw the glass on the floor.  By the gods, you could throw the glass at me, if you'd really like."  She threw her hands up in the air, obviously in frustration at the two of them.  Hopeless cause -- that's what they were.  Nevertheless, she still had an idea.  "What if you let me take Gabrielle for four days, you could even escort us back.  Let her take care of what she needs to take care of and then, you could have her back for a few days.  And we could. . ." She thought of the word, fingers moving to her cheek.  ". . .share her..?"  That wasn't quite the word, but it'll work nonetheless.  "Or is there some purpose to keeping her here?"  Sariel tilted her head, solely looking at Gabriel now.

Gabriel: Gabriel took the glass into his hand and smiled, bowing his head in thanks. "Now why would I want to throw something at you? I am no barbarian, merely a soldier fighting for a cause." He said with a touch of zeal in his voice. "You make things sound so simple Sariel. Truly, I don't want to 'share her' thats not right to her. And if my better half wouldn't strangle me, I might just give in to that request. However, Gabrielle may not leave these premisces until I see a change in the air. I am sorry." He sniffed, grumbling there was something wrong, he felt something different. He paused, set his drink down and waited for a moment before continueing. "I want to see the fighting end as much as my daughter does, well maybe not that much. However, things must happen first. Certain things that might right now only be dreams." A pout, he gazed at the two of them. "I will only allow her to leave if I come with." He shrugged, considering his offer, yup he was dead, Raziel would have his throat that was for sure. He started nodding to himself over this fact.

Gabrielle: ::Ok, now maybe it was the fact she was still in transition, or perhaps it was the fact that she was feeling more and more like a child here, the longer she stayed.. but the fact that she would be 'shared' and being treated like she was a child amongst all else, didn't make her feel good in the very least. Face was slowly turning to anger as she looked the two over.. talking of her, as if she wasn't even there no less!! ::Gabrielle slammed that glass down, as wings came into appearance.. odd this time, for their appearance was not all the glorious gold they once were, feathers, scattered now, were silver in color.. something was amiss. Gabrielle's anger turned into full form, as she moved herself to the stairwell to make her way up.. angry? Yes! Why the heck shouldn't she be? Surely gabrielle wouldn't talk as if they weren't in the room, nor would she speak of a timeshare, no matter what the situation. Suddenly deep within, Gabrielle simply didn't 'care'. The tear.. blast it.. minai.. shaking her head as she closed the door behind her in 'her' room. Silence was always the worst kind of anger, especially from someone who held any kind of power.. slight growling was heard, as she stared the floor down, backed against the now closed door..::

Justicar: ;:And yet there was one thing that he had neglected. In the world of shadow there was always the form of a wraith that lingered within the air. Especially in the hallowed halls of hell. With that one point in mind, his eyes closed tightly, sealing him in a cocoon of thought. As his mind cleared the blackened mane that shrouded his face fell back, distlling down into a wind whipping stream across his features, The pain that he had suffered in the vigors battle with Gabrielle snapped through his mind in an empathic siezure, to shoot into the full swell of his own magnificent midnight pallor, leaving the full sheath of blackened night to begin breaking about him. Those wings broke down into a blurr of individual feathers, wrapping him in the consumate extacy of his act of contrition, shooting around his body to begin wrapping him like a living lattice.  Each feather began laying across his flesh, fusing with it, shielding him a sit twisted flesh and bone into the pure essence of the spirit, to become a Wraith composed of the essence of his final act before death.  In the spirit of such a transformation, those eyes took on a new light of pure ember ridden glow, feeding down as he shifted towards the window, sweeping through in the astral plane, to make headway for the central room, honing on that last sound.  IN said form each physcial aspect was little to nothing more than a dust or wind, still veiled in the last shreds of that prismatic protection from vision, He'd sweep towards the doors and hope to make it::

Sariel: "Frustration, anger, whatever emotion you can conjour up. . that could be your excuse to throw something at me.  It has nothing to do with being a barbarian.  I know that much is not true."  She paused, waiting for the answer to her request.  Forget your better half for right this second.  She is not your Daughter's Mother." Her glare was constant, resounding reminder that she was getting fed up with the situation.  Or maybe it was just that she wasn't getting her way -- or they weren't seeing it her way.  Who knew.  "You'll wait until one of you fall before you let her go?" Her eyebrows raised as though she knew something he didn't, gaze fled of all anger.  "Because that's what will end this.  There's no air changing anytime soon.  And she cannot lead her. . ."  She stopped herself mid-sentence.  He complied. He complied! I feel like dancing.  So many thoughts twirled around in her head, at least, she'd give Gabrielle some peace of mind knowing she'd be able to take care of things for a little while.  Oversee things.  This wasn't a permanant solution but the only one Sariel could think of with what she had.  As Gabrielle slammed her glass down though, Sariel knew that this deal of sorts wouldn't be followed through.  She watched Gabrielle silently now, downing the wine she'd gotten for herself.  By the gods, if she was going to die right now, at least she'd taste something good before the end.  "Don't be foolish.  This is the only way right now." She sputtered, setting the glass on a table behind her, watching Gabrielle disappear upstairs.

Gabriel: Gabriel rolled his eyes, not at the sweet all good intentioning lady across fro mhim, but at his daughters rash actions, she should know better. The man stood, gazing at the stairway for a long moment, paused and finally sat back down. "I think ... it would be best to let her cool down for now." He shrugged, took his glass into his hands and took a sip, grumbling. "And she cannot lead her....? Were you going to say Army? She doesn't need to be on a battlefield, or a general. Shes to precious to me for that, I expressely forbid that!" He snarled in a moment of anger. Muscles calmed, he smiled again and slowly spoke. "Thats the last thing I want for her, its just not a place for her." He said slowly, grumbling. Then his gaze moved a bit and he looked around curiously.

Gabrielle: ::Gabrielle stood in her room against that door, flinching as it were, feeling as if a hole was being ripped through her chest now.. and it was growing, rapidly. Gabrielle couldn't help but cry.. holding her head in hands, as she grasped a random object from around her, and slammed it against the opposite wall. Frustration, Anger.. what the heck was everyone thinking!? .. gabrielle needed more than alone time.. gabrielle needed her husband!! Her balance.. her support.. he was her shoulder to cry on, and the one to make her laugh when all looked grim. Right now? Gabrielle needed that. Shaking her head as she let out a scream of her own.. :: MICHAEL!!! ::Gabrielle was losing herself, to the tear.. and she KNEW it. soon enough, dear father would have his wish, and this war would end.. the Gods would be killed, and all angels would be forced into submission to whatever gabriel wanted. But, did her father truly know this? was this his intent? .. Gabrielle just wrapped her form in her wings like a giant cocoon.. ::

Justicar: ;:It was at that point as soon as that final break was made he'd shift hsi form back into the natural. For the slither of darkness, upon the closing of the door, cocooned back into an upwards spiral, unvieling the flurry of wingtips to slowly detatch themselves from hsi frame, and resume the former countenace of their full black seal along the rim of hsi body. The lithe form of five foot eleven frame eased back to square his shoulders and settle upon the ridge fo thsoe softened combat boots, before the rift of black denim jeans, a simple black silk shirt, and matching blleather jacket was unvieled across his frame. The soft smile of caramel kissed hue waited there before his eyes took on their formere state from pure fiery ember to the natural almond brown hue to lock with her own:: He's not available at the moment from what I know... But will I do?

Sariel: "I tried. I suppose my calling is definitely not to be a diplomat.  Seems I'm not cut out for it." Sariel laughed at herself, now focusing her attention back on Gabriel. "I think I was going to say that she cannot lead her followers."  She shrugged, grinning to herself as she turned and filled her glass with more wine.  "Do you need more?"  She set her glass down to pick up the bottle and raise it up his way for him to know what she was offering more of. "And, no, she's no General or anything of the sort.  She's not cut out for that.  She just proved that to me."  Everything was give and take, give and take.  The military knew that.  Well, at least they knew someone had to be submissive in the ploy for it to work else they'd have no soldiers.  Her response to Gabrielle's scream was a sigh.  She tried to help, honestly help.  Sariel finished off her wine.  "I think I've overstayed my welcome.  You come find me if you ever need to talk, or send someone for me."  Sariel nodded, smiling.  She set her glass down and bowed her head low.  "It was a pleasure, King Gabriel."

Gabriel: He watched Sariel quietly, listening to her. "I will I promise." Gabriel moved to her, knelt and kissed her hand again. "I would much like to speak to you again soon, and don't worry about Gabrielle, she is perfectly safe in my care." After standing, he drank the glass in his hand and moved to the staircase, watching Sariel. "Children can be like that sometimes." He grumbled again, wondering what exactly he should do. "Ohh and no need for the King stuff. I don't like it, I don't want that title either, I just care for my people." Gabriel left her, making his way up the staircase to Gabrielle's room.

Gabrielle: ::Gabrielle was propped yet against that door, growling and sobbing.:: Gods.. why don't they understand!?!? .. :: looking up at the ceiling, she shook her head:: You know what's happening to me.. I don't want it to happen.. not again!! Please!! ::lowering her head again, as she let out a sobbing sigh:: .. they treat me like a child, because you won't let me tell them, and help them understand all that I am, and what is to happen.. why?! .. ::slamming her fist onto the flooring:: .. why must everything be in secrecy?! You want me to be strong, and guide my people, and yet, here I am.. I'm LOSING my people to .. to HIS army.. all because I cannot tell them what is going on! They see me as weak! ::ah yes.. Gabrielle was giving out her confession to the gods, who apparently weren't being responsive, probably due to her locale. Most likely for the best, as, as she spoke, more and more questions arose, and more and more feathers were turning silver.. ::

Justicar: ::Now that was all that he needed to Know. Withint he instant that Sariel had worked her charms, he'd curl his lips into a lightknit smile. At the intention of exchange his right brow arched, tuning in to keep a tab on the voice that was lain out before the duet int he "peace treaty" before he focused hsi thoughts to the specific mind that lay out there before him, communciating directly with her mind. A slight aura of red pulsed in hsi right hand before a taughtknit flench sealed it in place and squeezed it tight for a clear link to Sariel::  ~ Some diplomats just quit too easily. Others know when to keep going. You're on the verge. Keep him detained a bit longer.  Gabrielle is the source of hope for her peopel and her followers... She is the guding light for thsoe who have fallen to seek their redemption, understanding, adnd the joy in the way of life she leads and represents... Her fall will be more Devistating than any other angel because of the adversity she has overcome to become what she is and be happy.  Without that guiding light, it will be a much darker haven.  You say you've tried... Tried is past tense.. You shouldn't and cannot stop now.   He wants to be in her presence at all times. Ask him why taht is. He wants to protect her from battle, If she is protected and never given the chance to protect herself, she will always be stuck suffering the same stilted fate.... Suggest a test of her skill.. to prove that she can fight and defend herself.. that she can live through battle and harm... That she can endure... Let that be the guiding rule to his protection. She is a grown woman.. Let ehr live up to it and prove it.~ :: With that he'd end that communciation.. The first thing he'd learned to stabilize in his mind.  Since day one he had been dealing with that gift and thanked heaven for it right now. Though witht he backlash that gabirielle, had put up his fingertisp qere clenchign in the stnings of animosity and anguish like a full lashing of whips that were set across the ridge of his spine. That whiplash of anger and the snapping crack of her lowering head left hsi eyes locking down to gaze across her frame, before lifting hsi left hand up and turning it to comb through her scalp, pullign down tos mooth through her locks and look to the fallen features;: Yes, free will is a b*tch... Yet people are not going to be forced to follow you.. they will not be forced to live by what you preach... They will do as they wish and live as they wish because it is their right and choice.  You lose them only because they lose themselves... You are and have to be stronger than that.. You know what yous tand for and what you represent int hsi life. No matter hwo hard it may seem as long as you are able to keep that perspective and hold your ground you will survive and do well.. YEt to lsoe that would be the end for all whom even hope to attain it Gabrielle.. have Faith.