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Post by Toothless on Jan 4, 2014 4:27:37 GMT
Roman hooded his eyes slightly, acknowledging Ember. He tilted his head, wondering if she would acknowledge the glow, the hum of healing energy that surrounded him. He breathed, gently pushing his aura outwards, wondering how far he could push it. Then, in a flash, Roman pulled the energy back within him. The glow about him faded, the healing energy withdrawn back into its owner's soul. His leaf-green eyes followed the exchange between the Archangel and Ember, and it piqued curiosity in him. Such a glance meant Ember was hiding something, but what?
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Post by Spotify on Jan 4, 2014 4:38:54 GMT
Ember smiled as she found her voice again,"Glory, for those of you who don't know, is the thing that connects us to heaven. It's pure joy and love. Out of glory you can make almost anything. A sword for example. You know the sword the archangel Michael uses? It's made of glory."A hint of a smile touched her lips. She loved talking about her dad."You will each take a class that devoted solely to learning and control glory. There are a few rules when it comes to glory though."Ember became all business. This was important. "Never ever be in glory around a mortal. If they see you in it they will be terrified. Glory and mortals don't mix. Also girls you might have to color your hair while being here. Glory tends to make hair glow and it's sometimes tricky to control. Another rule. Don't ever use glory on humans unless it's to heal them."she said and dropped her gaze.
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Post by Toothless on Jan 4, 2014 4:42:15 GMT
Roman cocked his head, listening carefully. He knew all of this, of course, but it was always good to reassure his devotion to Heaven. He closed his eyes, imagining to glory of his mother, Merina, and the unconditional love of Heaven. Would God ever call him home? Roman didn't know. Quietly, Roman took comfort in the warm energy of his soul, relaxing into the healing magic. He was hurting and lonely, and what better way to ease the pain than revel in his glory?
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Post by Spotify on Jan 4, 2014 4:56:08 GMT
Ember smiled,"Purpose is next on my list, but there is really not much to talk about. Purpose is purpose. It's God will for you. He uses visions to communicate to you. Everyone's purpose is different. Some maybe just one event and other's may go on for the rest of their lives. Okay. Enough serious talk. Everyone right outside that door is a table with your schedule. All of us are required to take fencing classes, flying classes, glory classes, and research classes which will consist of helping you learn your purpose and talking all things angel."she said and than waved her arms. "Dismissed. Please feel free to ask of us older ones questions."she added as she headed for the back of the stage.
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Post by Toothless on Jan 4, 2014 4:58:18 GMT
Roman grunted, calling his wings back into their glamour. He turned, striding from the room quickly. He grabbed his schedule, scanned it, and headed for his first class: glory. He was already aware of what his glory was, but want to learn how to control it. Roman's expression was thoughtful as he walked to his class.
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Post by Spotify on Jan 4, 2014 5:06:41 GMT
Roman's first teacher was ironically Ember's father, Michael. He smiled as watched his class fill the room. Most were quarterius, but there was a few dimidius. It would be an interesting class. The archangel was quick to begin his lession first asking the names of every one and than getting to know each of them. His glory was starting to shine through as it so often did when he was surronded by his kind.
Ember smiled as she watched her father from the back of the class room. She knew every word that would leave his mouth.
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Post by Toothless on Jan 4, 2014 5:08:44 GMT
Roman stepped forward when it was his turn to introduce himself. "Roman D'Angelo," he stated, voice soft, an undercurrent of power echoing in his tone. He held his glory in check, waiting for the Archangel's signal that it was time to let it shine through. With his name announced, he stepped back, settling in to watch the class until it was his turn. He was quiet, expression serious, leaf-green eyes dark with concentration.
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Post by Spotify on Jan 4, 2014 5:16:35 GMT
Gosh. Suck up, much? Ember teased softly as she said her name aloud again. She knew she would not be allowed to call upon her glory. It would tell people what she was and she couldn't afford to do that. She couldn't let anyone know.
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Post by Toothless on Jan 4, 2014 5:20:37 GMT
Roman responded with the mental equivalent of an eye-roll, cutting his gaze to Ember briefly. No, I'm simply curious. His pupils dilated as he observed the daughter of the archangel, as if searching for some secret, though he did not find one. Without another word, he returned his gaze to Michael.
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Post by Spotify on Jan 4, 2014 6:49:33 GMT
It's useless. You know. Searching for my secret. You won't find it. Ember looked rather pleased with herself as she watched her father drone on and on about how to obtain glory. How obtaining it could be difficult or really easy. What she would give to show herself in fully glory.
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Post by Toothless on Jan 4, 2014 6:57:03 GMT
We'll see, Roman responded, we'll see. His attention remained on Michael, though he kept an eye on Ember in his peripheral vision. What was she hiding? Why was she hiding it?
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Post by Spotify on Jan 4, 2014 19:40:03 GMT
Ember sighed as she relaxed in her chair. It was still strange to her that her father could speak freely of glory and purpose, but yet she was not allowed to unless instructed other wise. Ember was suppose to keep her head down and out of the spot light and yet she almost always found her way there.
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Post by Toothless on Jan 16, 2014 4:31:04 GMT
Roman closed his eyes, feeling his power just beneath the surface of his skin. He was ready to release it, at the archangel's order.
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Post by Spotify on Feb 21, 2014 17:28:18 GMT
Ember sighed as she watched her father continue to talk about glory and what it meant to be of angel blood. Her gaze drifted to Roman, he was cute. She would admit that, but not really her type. She usually went for the more of a bad boy. Sure, his wings were gray but that didn't mean much. Just that he wasn't entirely pure. Her wings on the other hand were pure white. She sighed, looked like no boyfriend again this year. Well maybe not anyways, there were still mortals should could choose from.
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