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Leora stoood on the open plain and stared, unimpressed, as always by her surroundings. What was she doing here again? Oh yeah, that's right, she got her shiny ass kicked out of heaven because of that dumbass brother of hers. Annoyed she kicked a rock...not that it was much of rock than it was a hard lump of dirt that lost its shape after she kicked it.

"Great," She muttered.

Havana was running hard and fast. What was she doing here? Where was she? This place was vaguely familiar but she couldn't put her figure on it. All she could really think about was her beloved Ashton. All he is now is a pile of ashes and death. She dropped to the ground by a tree and looked up to see a girl standing a distance away.

Leora stamped her boot on the ground and then sighed, looking down at the key that hung around her neck. Where had he gone? Catching the sight of someone behind her, she took jumped, startled and took a fighting stance.

She eyed the golden haired girl, and said, "Who the hell are you?" Somewhat...as rude as ever.

Havana stood up from he position on the ground and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I'm not telling you anything about me." She brushed herself down and sighed. "Where am I?"

"Why should I tell you?" Leora said in return, on guard. Let's just say, Leora was always pretty suspicious about whoever she met, it was no wonder she was so damn prickly all the time, particularly when it came to the point where she argued instead of begging for mercy to stay in heaven.

Havana was about to turn away when a thought came to her. "You probably don't know but, do you know a man who is likely to kill someone on the spot?" She laughed at the stupidity of a ridiculous question and backtracked. "You know what? Never mind."

"Perhaps..." She blinked, surprised by the question. Then again, it wasn't exactly public knowledge and it's not like Leora had been around for a short time. Leora took a relaxed stance noting that this fallen was hardly a danger to her. "...perhaps not. Depends on why you're asking."

"I'm asking." She said surprised that this women was actually taking her question into consideration. "Do you know who he is or not?" Havana didn't care anymore. She wasn't the sweet innocent Havana that she started out to be. Life wasn't peachy and it never will be. She didn't know how she could ever be happy again with the idea that Ashton was dead and never coming back.

Leora mulled on the thought of telling the woman. It would be so easy to just tell her that she had, but there were so many questions that surfaced that she wanted to ask before telling her since there were many many men who would most likely kill someone on the spot. But there was only one who'd been around these parts lately. She tilted her head backwards to look at the sun. "Well...that depends, have you seen a guy around here who looks somewhat like me..." She gestured to her hair and eyes mainly. "With shorter curls and amazing eyes like mine? Probaly taller though, and running dearly for his life?"

"He did look like you somewhat." She said frowning, a lot like her actually. "But no. He wasn't running for his life. There was something about him though. Something dark." Havana closed her eyes against the image that flashed before her. Ashton in flames. His screams echoing and the laughter of a man behind those flames. Sinister and dark certainly. But what reason would he have for running? "Are you related to him?"

"Shame," said Leora, sticking her hands in her leather jacket pockets. She was wearing a really nice, really trendy leather jacket with a pair of tight black jeans and heavy boots. It was the best kind of clothing for kicking ass, or so she thought anyway. "He should have been, if he knows I'm coming for him. If the guy you're talking about is Blayke, my bro, then hell yeah, I'm related to that jackass. What's he done?" She considered the woman. "And your killer man, I know him too. He nearly shoved me off a cliff the other day, and that's a metaphorical cliff fyi, since he was trying to distract me or something...anyway...I know where he went."

((Quick question. Havana's personality changes from the era she's in. What era are we setting it in? Not long after the fall or modern days. Probably should have worked this out before hand. Lol.))

Havana shook her head. "He said his name was Lucifer. She frowned and signed. "He killed the love of my life because apparently I'm under a curse." SHe looked at the women standing in front of her. " This Blayke though. Is he well connected with Lucifer?"

((Lol good point, I don't know, which personality would you like her to have? Maybe not long after the fall, since I feel like Leora's feeling fresh and pissed off lol!))

"Really? Now why would he do that?" Asked Leora surprised. She knew Lucifer, but she didn't think that there was a fallen who'd catch his attention enough that he'd go and kill her lover, was he like in love with her or something? Or had she been his scorned lover and he couldn't take it so he killed her new lover?

"Wow. That's something," she said at last, as though she hadn't been thinking curiously. "Blayke...hm, last I know of, no, he was not well connected to Lucifer. If he was, I would have known...but then..."

"My names Havana. Havana Clove. When this Lucifer man came to me, he told me I had done much wrong and was what under a curse before I fell." Havana shook her head in disbelief. "What does he mean by fell!?!" She leaned against the tree, feeling hot suddenly.

Havana? THE Havana Clove?, thought Leora in surprise. She knew of only one Havana who was connected to Lucifer...Leora stared at Havana. No way. THIS was Lucifer's twin sibling???? "Fell means you fell from Heaven. You didn't know you were an angel onc?" Leora said in shock and disbelief. "I'm Leora Feryal by the way."

Havana's eyes widened in shock. "What do you...No there must be some mistake. I'm human. I have been for many years. Always have been, I mean...I think." She shook her head. Come to think of it, she couldn't remember anything before her time with the witch. Havana always figured it was because the tower she was kept in for so long blurred her memory of who she once was. "Your wrong. People only talk of heaven as a story of faith. Not reality."

Leora blinked. Soooo the great sister of the even greater Lucifer has lost her memories. How interesting. Leora took a watch out of her pocket and flicked it open. "You know, denial is the first step of accepting truth. Believe me, we're the story of fantasies. We exist. Reality is relevant. Knowing that I'm a fallen, that's my reality. Why else would Lucifer tell you he's Lucifer?"

"Lucifer is a well known name." Havana was shaking now, whether in fear or shock, she didn't know. "Whether you're telling the truth or not..I want him dead." She walked over to Leora "How did you know you were an Angel? Why do you know what you are and I don't?"

"Oh but there's only one Lucifer that's going to waste his time with you," said Leora, tucking her watch back into her pocket. She looked at Havana. She was taller than Leora, which somewhat miffed her. "Maybe because I didn't give a damn when I was kicked out. I sure as hell put up a fight instead of begging for mercy. But maybe it might be because Heaven knew I wasn't supposed to be kicked out, but with no proof otherwise, they had to punish me somehow."

Havana huffed in annoyance. "Why do you remember and I don't? It's like someones wiped the slate clean." She gestured at her surroundings. "Like this place. I know I've been here before. I have this gut feeling that it's important, that's I was drawn to come here. The problem is. I just can't pin point it in my memory." She looked down at herself. She word scruffy leather armor she swiped from a nearby village her hair long and loose. One big golden flow. "Do you miss heaven?"

"No," said Leora almost instantly. "Without my brother there, Heaven is meaningless, plus it's like they couldn't handle me. This place...I fell here. That's why I know this place, why you do, I have no idea why. Memories come back in time."

"Is he a bad guy, your brother? I mean...he doesn't sound great." She sat on the ground and started picking at the grass. It had been a long day.

Leora smiled then, it was a soft, totally not aimed at anyone in particular smile that she only used for her brother. "Yes, and no, he's not a bad guy naturally, but he has a tendency to be bad, much like me. He...has ambitions, but they're not evil even if they can be considered so."

"I here a lot of love in your voice for him. Love, no matter what type, is powerful but dangerous. Don't let the love you feel for him get in the way of who he is. I hope for your sake though, that he is a not so bad guy." She smiled and stopped. Suddenly she had a sensation come over her. Familiarity through what she just said. Did She have a brother of her own? The feeling was to powerful to ignore. "Who is Lucifer to me?"

Leora looked, startled at Havana, there was a heaviness to Havana's voice that Leora wondered where had it come from. She blinked, not sure how she should answer the question. "I don't know," she lied. "Why did you suddenly ask about Lucifer?"

"I don't know." She said, shaking her head and laughed it off. "Came to me I guess. One of those silly moments." She frowned a little to herself. What had come over? Why should Lucifer be anything to her? Still with all her rational thoughts racing through her head, she couldn't escape the feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach.

"How very strange," said Leora walking over to Havana. "But, no, you're nothing to him now. It really just was one of those silly moments." Leora wondered was it really better that she kept it a lie? She had heard that they're relationship was very good, but then...he had been the one to kill her lover, so why? "Tell me about your lover."

He was a fugitive when I first met him. I guess him being a fugitive is how I met him. He was running away from Knights and came across a tower I was held captive in by a witch. He found this secret door I knew nothing about at the time and he freed me. From there on we grew close. Very close. He even caused me to become a fugitive somewhat myself. He was wonderful kind...He didn't deserve to die." Havana choked back a sob "And because of me."

"Sounds like a fairytale," Said Leora fiddling with her necklace. A brother's love, could potentially override all rational thought, but why had Lucifer killed his sister's lover like he had to? It didn't make sense. Then again, she wasn't usually one to butt into and nose about other's business, yet this was intriguing. "He must have meant a lot to you then."

"Yeah he did." Havana closed her eyes in defeat. "Lucifer said I was under a curse. He didn't say what curse though. I'd say it has something to do with being in love but I don't know." She thought about it and got a blurry image in her head. "I think I did something bad in heaven. Something bad that has to do with love that got me sent here." She shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe I'm saying these things."

Leora snorted. "You might not be able to believe, but it happened. And then you fell, lost your memories, fell in love, fell into grief. Lucifer took your lover and spoke of a curse. Do you want to learn about your curse? Because it might probably hurt you more than you expect."

"I need to know." She nodded her head in certainty. Nothing could make her hurt more than she already is now. "Help me remember. Please." She looked Leora in the eyes. It was Now or Never.

Leora stared into the woman's eyes, and considered her. She sighed, "I don't know. I have my own things to do." She tightened her grip on the key around her neck. But helping her...maybe it would aid her. Aid or hinder. Leora knew what was important to her. "And I don't know if I have time to help you. You haven't seen my brother, but I have to hunt him down as soon as possible."

"And I have to hunt down Lucifer. If they are connected or working together in any way; we can hunt them down together. All I need is my memories back." She looked at Leora pleadingly. Havana noticed Leora gripping the key around her neck hard. "What is that?"

"Perhaps it may be a fruitful endeavour then," said Leora.

She looked down at the key pendant that had imprinted on her hand. It was blue and gold ornate key, very pretty to look at but also, Leora knew, was a very significant key ((scuse the pun XD )) to whatever Blayke had been up to. "Oh this? Blayke gave it to me before he fell."

"That sounds nice of him, I'm sure it means more to you than just a simple gift though. You have a pretty rough grip on it." She smiled picked at her nail. "It's up to you whether you help me or not. I've begged and I've pleaded. I've basically kicked my pride in the face by doing so. I'm not going to ask anymore." She dropped her hands to her side waiting and hoping for an answer.

"It does," she fiddled with the key a little more then tucked it back under her shirt. "I'll help you. It seems like we may very well be able to help each other. And even if I was formally an angel, it was nice to see someone begg for once, reminds me how small I am now."

Havana smiled softly amused. "And it's the only time you see me plead." She took a deep breath and let it out, Her nervousness taking it's toll. "So...How do I bring my memories back? Not even that. Just anything to help me connect with my former self.

"Fufufu, well it was worth seeing. Grantedm you'll never get to see me plead." She looked around at their surroundings. "Memories, memories will come to you in time, but I'm thinking you want them sooner than that. So...I think the first we should do is retrace your steps. Tell where did you first wake? Or at least, what was your first memory in this realm?"

"The tower. Where I was held." She narrowed her eyes in thought. "I can't really remember anything before that." She was at the tower for many years, so it might be a little harder to regain her memories than she thought.

"Then why don't we start there?" Said Leora. It was the most obvious place to start. Who knows, maybe her brother fell in that direction too. She had still yet to discover where he fell because of Lucifer, on his own choice, indecision, whatever. She'd like to know, asap. At the same time, she was beginning to wonder what had she taken on? Why had she lied to Havana....she was going to find out anyway...

((I'll make a thread for the tower :) ))

"Lets go then." Havana said feeling a bit itchy about what she was about to do. She hadn't been back to that place for months and was frightened of the idea that she might encounter the witch again.

((Excellent! I can't see the tower pic on my phone, so I'll post once more here and then you can post first there? Hopefully I'll be back on my laptop again! ))

Leora looked at Havana from the periphery, she seemed nervous and she wondered what kind of memories Havana had there. Following Havana, Leora delved into her own worries about Blayke.

((I posted in the thread :) ))

Undine rose from the sea to see the land. It had been a long time since she had decided to grace the earth with her presence. Her white gown, one that reached down to her ankles, was sodden, as she expected, so it clung to her figure. She shivered. Walking onto the sand, she looked back at the sea, her blonde hair darkened due to wetness and sighed. She had left her little delta because she'd wanted a change, though she hadn't strayed too far. Still, she was a little fearful, she hadn't left her delta since she'd claimed it years ago. The world was different now, would she be able to survive it?

She sighed and turned to look in front of her, staring at the empty grassy plains that stretched before her, she walked forward, wandering if she would meet anyone.

Maddy's wings glinted silver under the soft light of the dying day as she lowered herself to the ground grandly. The grass below her strained against the wind as she hovered above for a moment, only to rest when Maddy dropped to the ground and folded her strong wings behind her back. Letting out a short breath and tilting up her head, Maddy scanned the sky above her. The blue had already faded into a pinkish purple, and soon it would all be devoured by night's darkness.

Or, if it went her way, it would be devoured by white, pure white, snow.

Maddy turned back to the empty plain before her, spinning around in a circle to decide how far her snowstorm should roam. Spotting the beach not quite far away, she grinned even wider. Freeze a bit of the sea? Oh, it wouldn't hurt, would it? There was nobody around. But as she stalked towards the water, something caught her eye.

Nymph. Water nymph, her brain immediately cried out once her eyes noticed that the "girl" was soaked and had clearly just risen from the sea. Smirking, Maddy crossed her arms and the air around the nymph turned degrees chillier. It was so cold, it would make anyone shiver, even without being soaked. A little cold here, isn't it? Why not return to your water, little nymph?

Undine shivered, damn why is it so cold...? She gritted her teeth in thought and wondered why she hadn't worn thicker clothes. Oh that's right, it was because thicker clothes sink in the water. She brought her hands up to her arms and rubbed for warmth hoping that she would warm up soon. One couldn't exactly roam the earth looking like an iceblock could they?

She stopped when she looked up in front of her and saw an unexpected sight. Dropping her arms, she straightened up, ignoring the goosebumps rising on her arms from the cold. She ignored the fact that her whole body was cold, and that her clothes were just way too thin. She stared at the angel. That was what she was, wasn't she? With wings glinting silver in the light of the dying day, there was no doubting it. Undine was tempted to frown and ask if the angel was responsible for the cold, but her Jillian would scold her for being rude. So she just tilted her head to the side, looking curiously at the angel standing not far from her.

{She's already on the ground, not far away from Undine.}

"Getting a little too cold there, isn't it, nymph?" Maddy called, smirking. Hell got a little too boring for her and she needed a change of scenery, but this was a little bit more than she'd asked for. A water nymph to toy with! How fine. Gesturing with her fair hand at the sky, Maddy stared back with her blue eyes, just as a single snowflake drifted down from the sky. As it settled into Maddy's palm, a few more others drifted down as well, followed by more, and more, until the whole plain was snowing gently. As Maddy curled her cold fingers into a fist, the air turn even colder, but the Angel wasn't affected at all.

"And aren't you a little wet?" Maddy asked, taking a few steps towards the nymph. Glancing at the thin dress, Maddy snapped her fingers. Immediately, the water froze into a thin sheet of ice. "There, better. Isn't ice beautiful?" the Angel asked, holding up a palm and creating a hand-size ice castle on it. She then offered it to the nymph, daring her to take it.

((Oh whoops, my bad! Must have misread :/ I'll edit it))


Undine was about to give the Angel a nasty retort when her dress froze and Undine was once again reminded that she shouldn't be mean. She was absolutely freezing though, and realising that she was in a very bad, inferior position, she lifted her hand for the ice castle. She breathed in, and out, slowly, hardly visible.

"Well, it doesn't look like I'm wet anymore," she said, her voice steady and light, and just a tad bit positive. "And since you so kindly thickened my clothes for me, I don't have to worry, do I?" Even though I'm freezing my butt off, I will not get mad. Will not get mad. She chanted that four word phrase over and over in her head, thinking of her adoptive parents from years back. She wasn't about to lose control against an angel. She wasn't stupid.