I'm [Shreiking] in the Rain! [Lo'/Anari]

[ramok]

Great. Just fucking great. Not only was the tomb a dead end for gold and shit, but the sky decided to crack open and dump a whole shitload of water on top of him in the middle of it. Just great. Had the world turned to shit lately? Damn butterflies with diseases, swarming spiders, weird people saying they're escaped slaves... Yes, the world was turning to shit.

And now, huddling under a tree as the heavens pissed on his head, Till mentally cursed in English, Japanese and German. Screw the world and it's rain. It was fairly dry here so the boy stripped himself of his shirt. Not use catching a cold now. This left him in a pair of black sweats and shoes... or not. The shoes and socks came off, but he left his pants as were. Fuck sitting naked in a graveyard at night. Who knew what kind of rapists lurked in the dark.

At his now bare feet lay a black bag filled with all the equipment a thief would ever need. Ropes, picks, torches, screwdrivers, the lot. However, umbrella and dry clothes didn't come under that. "Fucking bad weather," he muttered darkly, pulling his legs closer to his body. "I hate this."

[emiko]

The quiet girl moved through the graveyard silently, her navy wing flat against her back as if to hide it from the world. This was impossible, though, seeing as everyone would be able to see it. She had expected the rain and was carrying and umbrella in her left hand, holding it above her head so her and her little stuffed bunny didn't get wet. There was a demonic aura around the rabbit and slightly around Layla as well. It seemed they were tainted and those who knew who she was wouldn't dare mess with her unless they wanted their emotions to be out of control. Layla was weak physically, but her ability to make people sad or depressed was strong. The weather matched her mood perfectly, which would be the reason she was out walking in the rain. Her right hand had a tight grip on the purple bunny she held with her. She wasn't going to allow Kyle to get wet.

'It's quiet here,' Kyle said carefully, his button eyes peering around. Layla didn't speak, only nodded her head and looked around. Layla seemed so depressed, so sad. Her eyes looked as though she was on the verge of tears. You could get lost in her eyes, and when you do you start feeling lonely and sad. She was Sloth for a reason. The legs of the bunny swayed as she walked and went still when she stopped to look at a headstone. Her hair was up in two ponytails near the top of her, as usual, but it was still long that way. Everything about this place and the weather seemed to fit her, but her beauty didn't seem to belong here.

'Look, there,' Kyle whispered to her. He didn't have to keep his voice low, there was no one who could hear him besides Layla. Her eyes flickered to where he had said to look. There was someone here with them. A boy, it seemed, and he was talking about the weather. 'Kill him,' Kyle hissed. The black angel reached her mind out to the boy before her, searching for some sadness in him to hold on to and work off of. She could make him feel terrible about himself, perhaps commit suicide. He was human, after all, and easier to work with. Kyle seemed to approve of her following his orders. It had been a while since he had seen the blood of innocence. He wanted it back. Layla felt no remorse for what she was going to do. She didn't mind killing for her bunny. She liked seeing people cry, which was what she got before they died.

[lokia]

Lokia had been walking through the cemetary when he noticed another angel, advancing on a human sitting under a tree. He wasn't so sure of what she was doing but didn't like the look of it, being the good man he was. He had been on his way home, to his new slave, Senna, and had decided to take the short cut through the cemetary. Now here was this peculiar little angel girl who looked like she was inspecting something to eat.

Walking up to her, he noticed a small purple bunny, clutched under an umbrella, protected from the rain. The stuffed animal itself didn;t look that bad, cute even, however, the aura radiating from it freaked him out. "What are you doing?" She didnt look happy, infact, she looked sad, weighed down by a sadness and depression he could barley even begin to imagine. She seemed to make him depressed just being close to her.It would probably be a good idea to get out of here fast, but he couldn't without making sure the human was okay. Making sure his weapon was on hand and ready, Lokia unveiled his wings, showing off his own dark angel side.

[ramok]

The world seemed to dampen around him. Thoughts of his father came flooding to his mind, the boy frowning slightly. What had brought that up? Till's arms wrapped closer around his thin frame, his mood darkening. Oh yes, he remembered why his dad had died.

He died looking for Till. Of course, the boy blamed himself. If he had of listened to his parents in the first place, he'd never of been captured by the fuckwit vampire and his dad wouldn't have gone looking for him and died. But he did. And it was all Till's fault. Or so he liked to think. "Fucking vampires," he muttered darkly, voice cracking on the third syllable.

Peering out into the rain, the boy caught sight of two figures. He didn't know these people. Why were they here? And were they.... wings? Alright, now he had seen it all. An urge to yell out at the guy with wings was boiling in his stomach. What kind of freak went around showing that in public?

[emiko]

"Angel," Kyle muttered darkly to his girl. She turned to see the newcomer, eyes narrowing sadly. She searched for darkness in this angel beside her, searching through emotions and feelings that wouldn't work. Kyle was interested though, not telling her to kill him. The human, though, she had not released. She realized the boy noticed her now and she sighed softly. The angel showed his wings and Kyle laughed. "Perhaps we should stop, you won't last in a physical fight against him. You are so weak. It's pathetic," he growled. "Kyle..." she whispered to him, tears filling her eyes. The two people around her would feel this pain she was feeling now. She hated for her bunny to be so rude to her. She wasn't weak. She was never good enough for him.

She wanted to prove him wrong, though, and continued to push out these sad, depressing emotions. Trying to dig up memories and feelings long forgotten by the angel and human. She could tell the human was weakening and she smiled at that. Even her small smile seemed so sad. It was heartbreaking. 'I'll never be worth anything,' she thought, looking down at Kyle and holding the umbrella over her still. The angel spoke to her and she thought about answering. She had made her decision. She would remain silent. "He might attack, Layla," Kyle warned, not caring if she was killed. Perhaps if she died he could take over her body instead. He wasn't sure. Maybe he would be removed from her stuffed animal when she died. He didn't care.

[lokia]

Lokia looked at the girl again this time approaching her and saying "Your life is a sad story is it not?" He felt sorry for her but he wanted to make sure that she did nothing to that human although he would probably catch the human in a second and make him a slave. He looked over at the human and realized the human finally had noticed them.

He touched the human with his power of confession just long enough to fight off the depression but not enough to take away his free will. "Don't be scared mortal all shall be well." He said to the human. He had a habit of talking in old tongue.

[ramok]

It seemed like the weight of the wold was being thrust upon his shoulders. What on earth? Among the seas of sorrow that invaded his body, a spark of confusion lit the dark. He was usually care-free and what not. Why was he feeling so sorry for himself now? A low sigh left his throat, a tear rolling down a cheek.

Visions of his dear father fighting with vampires came to mind, the creations of his mind rather graphic. He imagined his father suffered dearly before he was allowed to at last come to the peaceful shores of the dead. Till began to shake. How much pain and suffering had he gone through before he was laid to rest?

Like an arrow shooting through the mist, his depression was blown away. The boy breathed a great sigh of relief, slumping against the trunk of the tree. Barely catching the words from the now obviously male... thing, Till squinted. What was this mortal business?

[emiko]

Had the man been able to hear Kyle he would have heard a deadly hiss come from the animal in Layla's arms. Layla was sloth of the seven sins, probably the weakest of the group. She thought she was worthless, the easiest one to let go. This didn't help her depression any, but she figured if you thought logically about it...what could the sloth do? She was happy with the progress she was making with the human, but she was frustrated with the man beside her. He had neared her and spoke, his words being the reason Kyle had hissed. "He knows nothing of your past, Layla, tell him," he growled. She turned her sad eyes on Lokia. She knew he was feeling the effects of being around her. Most people did. Maybe even Sin himself. She wasn't sure.

She shook her head at him, her hair swaying behind her. Her life was not a sad story. She had Kyle, at least. His button eyes stared at Lokia, seeming to see straight into his soul. It was a scary thing, the little sloth found. Kyle was deadly when he was alive, anyone who could see his aura would be able to see that clearly. Darkness swam around him as if he owned it. Layla had a bit of this darkness as well. She wasn't afraid of the man she now held captive in her arms. Or did he have her captive? Their relationship was a strange one, to be sure. Now this man spoke to the boy before her. 'He speaks strangely,' she thought, blinking at him. Her wing was still safely tucked behind her, but she was sure that by now Lokia knew what she was.

She felt the loss of her hold on the human and her eyes narrowed. This angel beside her had something to do with it. She got a better grip on Kyle as she glared at the angel. "He won't let you work on the boy. Just back down for now," Kyle said, having stated something of the sort before. Though bloodthirsty, Kyle was not stupid. Backing down from something he knew he couldn't win was something he was willing to do. As a vampire, he was carefull with every move he made. "You would have had him if the bastard had not shown up." Kyle's voice held venom as he spoke. He wasn't someone Layla would have messed with when he was human. She had to admit she was glad to have him now, though. She shook her umbrella, waiting for the next move.

[lokia]

Lokia looked at the fallen angel and smiled "You need some kind of help?" He was trying to keep her calm even as he felt the depression ascending upon him. He looked over at the human making sure he was still okay. "Release the human and we can go have a nice talk." He was keeping the human from feeling the depression but as soon as Lokia relaxed his confession he would feel whatever feelings she was putting on him.

He looked at the human again and hollered "Boy come over here please. I want to talk to you." He looked at the stuffed animal in the black angel's arms. There was something about the little bunny that creeped him out. He looked to see if the human was coming and was surprised to see that he was not. "Boy I said come to thou."

[ramok]

From his place beneath the tree, Till watched the exchange. How old was the woman? She looks to be in her 20s, if not late teens. If so, then why was she hefting around a stuffed animal like that? Was she mentally five or something? His eyebrows knotted together. The man though, he was odd. He spoke funny and he thought he could order Till around. The thief almost laughed out loud at that.

"Screw you, angel boy," Till muttered, shifting slightly lower. He wasn't going anywhere any time soon. At least not while it still rained down in buckets. "You wanna talk, you have to come to me!" Till called, one hand cupped around the side of his mouth. "I'm a scrawny person, I'll catch a cold in the rain!" There was some mirth in the fun he poked at himself.

[emiko]

Layla was beginning to get frustrated with the angel beside her. She didn't need his help and she didn't want to talk to him. Kyle was obviously frustrated as well. "Tell him to piss off," he said, staring at the angel. She looked straight into Lokia's eyes, a flash of anger going through them to say she was frustrated. "Piss off," she said, pulling Kyle up further on her chest. Her voice was soft, sad and seemed to be full of tears she didn't want to spill. She didn't speak again though, not being much of a talker. If Kyle wanted her to speak, she would. Otherwise, she had nothing to say to the angel here who thought he was running the show. Layla actually appeared to be around fifteen, though her true age was unknown. She did seem too old to be carrying around a stuffed animal, but she pretended to not care.

Despair wanted to giggle when the human refused to come over to the angel. She accepted his invitation to go to him to talk. Though talking wasn't really what she had in mind, she went anyway. She moved forward, walking under her umbrella toward Till. She sat with him under the tree, close to him, their skin nearly touching. "What are you doing?" Kyle asked, his voice holding a bit of irritation. The human had said he was scrawny and Layla couldn't help but notice he was as he said. She didn't speak to him, just sat next to him, staring at the angel as if she was going to protect Till if Lokia tried anything. Lokia would be feeling the effects of being around Layla, but she wasn't trying to make him depressed.

She sat her bunny in her lap and put her umbrella down since she was out of the rain now. She began to play with her hair, running her fingers through the right pony tail. It seemed as though she should have been humming. She was cute, in her own little way, but the depression that others felt coming from her would turn them away. Till wouldn't be feeling it, seeing as the angel was holding it away. She figured he couldn't do it for long, though. It was only a matter of waiting until he couldn't do it and she could continue. she was now running her fingers over her bunny, her eyes still on Lokia. "You are just going to sit here?" Kyle asked, bored already. He was patient, but he didn't see the point.