Gabrielle: ::Gabrielle sat under that familiar oak tree of hers, with soft hues concealed behind gentle lids. Large golden wings comming to ruffle around her shoulders, giving her added warmth from the cooling and misting falls not far from her. Semi-long red hair flowed to conceal that porcelin visage, as she crossed slender legs. Gently swaying fingers through the grass below her. Keeping a pleasent smile upon that face, keeping in deep thought of happier times in her slight 'vacation' from battle. Soft breathing made to comfort her seemingly meditative state, chest well concealed behind her spaghetti strapped blue dress made of the finest silk::

Gabriel: A faint grumble against the wind, and a flutter of black wings, dark as a nightmare. Booted feet touched upon solid green Earth, which only made him the more displeased. A brow furrowed, and he gazed with intent at this place. "To green, and lively for my tastes." He said to no-one in particular, eyes filled with malicious intent wandered in search, he moved closer to the rushing sound of the falls, and watched its natural beauty from afar as he closed in. Ohh how it would please him to burn this place, to see it in ashes, to crumble the falls and make sure this place was as desolate as a battlefield. The only thing that stopped him, from having his fun was that simple figure he observed under the oak. He turned dextrously towards her and stared, face and lips contorted in a half growl.

Rogziel: ::Ever since that day...the day he forsake his wings...he had seemed to be in a constant state of depression when alone. When one allowed deep thoughts to stir, it usually brought them down. He appeared as he always did, White and Blood Red Kimono adorning his lean figure. But...there was something different about him this time. Most of his Kimono top has been soaked in the crimson fluids of life. To simply say he killed someone, and then see the effects of his actions was quite a turnaround. Blotched of lightly tanned flesh carried to same tain of blood, but do to the hue of his attire, the full extent would be left unknown to the eye. Droplets of blood slid down the long, straight shaft of his sheathed blade, dripping upon the stone path as he walked. Eyes of sky blue nature seemed...lost in thought. And it was apart as he stepped into the Garden, paying no mind to either Gabriel OR Gabrielle. It's like, none of them existed in his mind, at the moment.::

Gabrielle: ::Gabrielle's eyes fluttered open to turn head a smite more rapidly than normal. That growling.. all too familiar. After all, she'd heard it all her life! Yes, her father. Sitting up a bit further, as she gripped the grass a bit tightly, giving a solid stare to him with jaw nearly agape. Had he dared to venture here? It would seem so! Wings began to ruffle as she looked about, noting Michael was nor here yet, and Rogziel had entered to the gardens displeasure of blood being spilt along the path. Pulling her legs closer to her as she remained still now, her breathing hastening, awaiting what was it her father wanted .. this time::

Gabriel: He moved, steps hastened a bit as he came closer to his daughter. His lips twisted into a dark, brooding smile. He would come to stop beside her, gazing down, arms crossed. "Are you going to greet your father? Or are you going to sit there, and waste my time daughter?" His voice boomed, loud as the falls themselves. He noticed the other form then, seemingly unaware, or was it just uncaring? He even began to tap his foot impatiently after a moment. He demanded, and always would demand the respect of his chidren. Eventually he stopped, and just stood there, staring at her through black eyes.

Rogziel: ::The steps of sandaled feet brought him to stop rather quickly. His figure moved not an inch, until visage turned to gaze upon the Father and Daughter duo. There he was, Gabriel the wicked and murderous...and there she was, Gabrielle the foolish self-rightous. Those both, in his mind, damnded a degree of respect. But at the same time, he both thought ever so lowly of them both. Gabriel for going off the wall and murdering innocent without reason and Gabrielle for supporting the very Gods who allowed Humans to slaughter Angels at will. He would come to neither's aide, being the demanded it. He might have become a Fallen Angel, but that did not mean he followed Gabriel. He was more of a lone wolf at the moment. Long, silky strands of blood red hair fall about right shoulder as head canted. Hmm..::

Gabrielle: ::Gabrielle slowly stood out of fear from her father. Fear? Yes, after all he had done to her in the past, she had every right to fear him, regardless of her own power. Lifting that slender form to stand before him in canted thought. tucking stray hairs behind ears, and flaring those golden wings. A pure image of her mother she was. Silken blue dress swaying softly in the gentle breeze that fell upon them both. Glistening hues of the brightest blue gazing into those dark eyes of his as she spoke softly:: .. Why have you come, father..? ::arms fell to side, awaiting nervously a response. Gods, why couldn't they go back to being the way they were?? Ah, now she recalled. Because of mother's demise. her death by mortal blood .. and yet, mother never would have wanted this. Still, father believed he was right.. believing that mortals were evil, and the gods were wrong...::

Gabriel: He let a long moment pass before responding, the features of his face would show no emotion. "Daughter, can't I just say hello to you? Must I have a reason to see you now or is it you don't want my presence here?" He did his best at this show, his voice might even be showing a faint concern. "I don't think I need either, and I know best when it comes to you." He taunted, standing tall for no other reason then she would have to lift her gaze to look into his eyes. His gaze never once left her face, left her cerulean eyes.  "Or am I just a bother to you, is my presence not wanted?" He would expect the 'yes fathers, and no fathers' and that only made him grin in anticipation.

Gabrielle: ::Gabrielle looked up to her father in his seeming concern for her welfare and 'love' for him yet. Did she? Of course! It was hard *not* to love her father.. even after all he had done to her and her husband in the past. A soft whispering came as she crossed arms before her.:: You know Michael wouldn't approve of your presence here, should he find you.. ::lowering her head a moment as she bit that supple lip. Always still daddy's little girl, despite the difference. Though, make no mistake, when it came to right and wrong, loyalty, and love.. gabrielle would fight against him if need be to protect her people, and those that needed it.:: You know you're not a bother.. I just.. ::she shook her head:: don't understand why you do not end this war.. ::she lifted her head to look up into his eyes once more. The Queen of angels, the 'King' of the fallen.. commanders of their own armies against eachother. She wanted peace more than anything else.. though, she well knew her fathers pig headed nature in all this.. :: Mother *never* would have wanted this to happen...

Gabriel: He growled, staring at her, his eyes almost seemed to blaze with fire. "Gabrielle! Do you really think I care what your husband would think or disapprove of? The man means nothing to me, I don't even know why your married to him." He took a breather, calming himself before continueing. "This war will not end until things change, and I will not back down, I will not give up until then. And don't you DARE tell me what she would have wanted or not wanted, You know I loved her, and I would of honored her every wish, but I will not be told what she would 'approve of or disapprove of', even from you."

Rogziel: ::Rogziel, from his place no more then a few feet away, simply watched all that was going down. He spoke, for the first time, but in such a low voice. It was barely audible when paying attention, both of them probably wouldn't have noticed it.:: Touching... ::Actually, in his mind, he didn't care. They obviously had issues they needed to work out. Rogziel wasn't some psychiatrist to fix other people problems. He also wasn't one to really blurt your problems to, either. Perhaps in the future...when his personal battle was over. But, right now, he didn't care. And in show of this, he simply walked in the continued direction he originally moved. The blood which coated his figure still dribbled about his feet, most of it drying up.::

Gabrielle: ::Gabrielle noted the 'word' spoken after her fathers speech. Though, it went unresponsive as she continued her argument with her father. Wings ruffling and beginning to flare as she balled fists in a slight bit of anger for her fathers words to her.:: I just don't understand why .. ::She shook her head... :: Not all of them are 'bad', but .. ::she haulted her speech, there was no point in talking any further. it was a lost cause trying to prove eachothers point was more justified than the other. She simply lowered her head, and took a retracting step away from him, to turn and admire the falls behind her. It wasn't that she was ignoring him, it was that he had angered her .. so much. The fact that he put her in such a position to have to fight against her own father.. and then his continuation on it all for so long. It truly upset her. And Gabrielle, with that tear inside of her, it was just plaguing her emotions at *least* double over what they normally should. She did not want to present that to her father. . . more so, she did not want to release it herself..::

Gabriel: His face contorted in a pout, or atleast his attempt at one. He sighed and put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I know you want all this to stop, I know...that this bloodshed upsets you, and you know I would honor your wish, if for anything else." He watched the same view she did for a long time without speech, then turned to gaze at her. He tried then, to initiate what might of been chit-chat. "Have you been feeling well?" He managed to splurt out, he was very bad at this and it showed upon his features; contorted as if looking for things ot say. He turned then, to the third party and snapped in irritation. "Clean yourself off around my daughter! She doesn't need to know of the horrors you commit! And do you have something important to say or are you just stalking us for no better reason then to annoy me!?" He snapped.

Gabrielle: ::Gabrielle blinked as she felt her fathers hand upon her shoulder. His touch in comfort, it's something she hadn't felt in a long time. Hiding what would appear to be a smile from him as she continued to stare at the falls. And then the conversation began to linger off. Asking how she was doing. Just as she was to respond, she heard the bellowing.. the sky's churning above her, as if the Gods were calling her presence. Yes, of course, she would no doubt get a good 'talking to' about her behavior around her father this night. A heavy sigh was noted. For a single moment, in that question that seemed all too awkward for words, she lost herself to believe that the war had never occurred, and all was well. Sadly, realization in that sky hit, along with the bellowing voice of her father screaming at rogziel. Softly she whispered in response.. knowing even he knew they were calling for her:: .. I have to go father. . . ::bowing her head a moment, as she turned to face him. A semi-soft smile on her face. before she nodded to release wings to their full extent. And allow uplift to lift her slender form from the ground.. ready to venture off into the becking call of those familiar Gods.::

Gabriel: He grumbled, watching her escape from his grip almost pushed ihm to grab her further, keep her with him. He didn't care what they said, they were wrong in his mind, and they had little say over his own concerning his daughter. "Goodbye Gabrielle..." A sigh of resignation, he knew he couldn't stop her even if he wanted. Lighter pools of crimson watched her ascend. It was almost painful watching her leave him, watching her leave to teh beckoning call of those fools. He spoke in a whisper, yet it reached her ears. "Don't be a stranger..." in an almost soft tone. Then he turned, and his peace and serenity he spared for his daughter was gone, dark eyes shone upon Rogziel. "Don't stand there and gawk, answer me!" He snarled.

Rogziel: ::Rogziel had already moved on from the two, meing near the stream when waterfall created when he was spoken to. The sky blue eyes would turn to peer towards the fallen 'King', left hand lifted to point the tip of sheathed sword at him.:: You listen to me, Gabriel. You maybe more powerful then the Michael and Gabrielle combined, but I do not follow you. I am not some dog to be command. If you think I fear you, think again. To me, you're just another Angel...powerful or not. ::Such blatent disrespect. It was obvious the young man had a fiery look within his eyes. Some might say he was destine for greatness...other might say he could become a great leader one day. Either way, everyone had to admit he had guts to speak to Gabriel in such a manner.::

Gabrielle: ::Gabrielle nodded to her father as she heard such words. She would surely get even more grief from her husband, as the Gods would surely tell of her conversation with her father this night. Though, with a flap of wings, a golden feather was released to the ground at his feet. Intentional? no.. it happened with all creatures with feathered wings. There was always bound to be one that fell. The tale once said that if a feather fell at your feet, it meant someone was thinking of you, or that someone cared for you. be there any truth behind it? Well that was in the eye of the beholder. Gabrielle simply continued her flight back to the palace, on to greet the Gods before retireing for the early morning. ::