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Silly Ole Bear
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Ooc: So, we find out Lucifer is a saigon whore... lol. chaos, can't you come up with orignal plot twists. Lol, I am kidding. This sort of changes things now though...
Lava goddess 6/6/2006 good year, but isn't there a 2 in there? 6626? Yeah, I know, I am shutting up now
Michael walked up the hill, searching for this Roland. He was hugging one of his angel's. Michael smiled, even during war God was at work.
"How is everyone tonight?" a few humans scattered at his voice, he did intend it to be a little louder than usual, but not much.
Ambrosia looked at him, with both loving and somewhat hating eyes. Michael could see why, he was ruining their night together.
"Ambrosia, how are you?" she rose, folding hr wings.
"I am fine Michael, and you?"
Michael looked at her, then at Roland, "A bit worried, you didn't come back to camp. Everyone is missing you."
He stepped in front of her, "She isn't going back there."
Michael chuckled, "And why not?"
"She doesn't deserve to die for some stupid war."
Michael walked up close to him, looking down at his face, "But everyone else in my camp does?"
He didn't say anything, but stayed in front of her.
"God made angels so we could defend your souls human, why aren't you letting her do her job..."
Roland glared at him, "She doesn't deserve to die."
Michael smiled, "No one deserves to die, but they do. Thats life, or at least that's life now. We all have a destiny Roland, you, me Ambrosia. I don't think it's fair for you to interfear with His plan because you see a pretty face."
Roland gave him an evil stare, "Look, Angel. We have lived on this earth. We know what it's like here. I suggest you leave, and let the humans take care of things."
Michael smiled, "I would love to do that. I would love to just pack it all up, and go home. Get myself a nice place, retire. But I can't, He says I can't. He says I have to finish this war. Do you honestly think that bcause you have a few guns you can change His plan?"
"His plan is for us to live in poverty and die? That's His almighty plan? That's it, this is enough. We have all had it with this, wait for god's plan crap to happen. We want actions, we want revenge."
Michael picked him up by his shirt, "He loves you, you don't even know how much he loves you. He loves you more than he loves us. We are out here fighting a war for you, and you are not only ungrateful, but you decide to screw any plans, and take care of things yourself.... Maybe Lucifer was right. Whats the use of saving a bunch of humans, who don't want to be saved."
Roland pushed him, sending him sprawling down to the ground, "Leave Angel, before I make you leave."
Michael got up, brushing himself off, "As soon as I get what I came for, Ambrosia?"
He held out his hand, she started walking towards him, Roland again stepped between them.
"She is staying with me."
Michael withdrew his sword, "This is going to get ugly in a minute. I suggest you step out of the way."
Ambrosia spoke up, "Michael. I need to stay, for a few minutes at least. I will come back to fight soon, I promise."
Roland looked at her in surprise, "No, you might get hurt."
She looked up, "Then it's his will for that to happen."
Roland glared at Michael as he unholstered his gun.
"This isn't finished angel."
Michael bowed politely, "Call me Michael."
Roland smiled, "I will remember this Michael. The Resistance will remember this all."
Michael started walking away, "Somehow I won't doubt that. Ambrosia, you have an hour. We attack at sunrise."
Lava goddess 6/6/2006 good year, but isn't there a 2 in there? 6626? Yeah, I know, I am shutting up now
Michael walked up the hill, searching for this Roland. He was hugging one of his angel's. Michael smiled, even during war God was at work.
"How is everyone tonight?" a few humans scattered at his voice, he did intend it to be a little louder than usual, but not much.
Ambrosia looked at him, with both loving and somewhat hating eyes. Michael could see why, he was ruining their night together.
"Ambrosia, how are you?" she rose, folding hr wings.
"I am fine Michael, and you?"
Michael looked at her, then at Roland, "A bit worried, you didn't come back to camp. Everyone is missing you."
He stepped in front of her, "She isn't going back there."
Michael chuckled, "And why not?"
"She doesn't deserve to die for some stupid war."
Michael walked up close to him, looking down at his face, "But everyone else in my camp does?"
He didn't say anything, but stayed in front of her.
"God made angels so we could defend your souls human, why aren't you letting her do her job..."
Roland glared at him, "She doesn't deserve to die."
Michael smiled, "No one deserves to die, but they do. Thats life, or at least that's life now. We all have a destiny Roland, you, me Ambrosia. I don't think it's fair for you to interfear with His plan because you see a pretty face."
Roland gave him an evil stare, "Look, Angel. We have lived on this earth. We know what it's like here. I suggest you leave, and let the humans take care of things."
Michael smiled, "I would love to do that. I would love to just pack it all up, and go home. Get myself a nice place, retire. But I can't, He says I can't. He says I have to finish this war. Do you honestly think that bcause you have a few guns you can change His plan?"
"His plan is for us to live in poverty and die? That's His almighty plan? That's it, this is enough. We have all had it with this, wait for god's plan crap to happen. We want actions, we want revenge."
Michael picked him up by his shirt, "He loves you, you don't even know how much he loves you. He loves you more than he loves us. We are out here fighting a war for you, and you are not only ungrateful, but you decide to screw any plans, and take care of things yourself.... Maybe Lucifer was right. Whats the use of saving a bunch of humans, who don't want to be saved."
Roland pushed him, sending him sprawling down to the ground, "Leave Angel, before I make you leave."
Michael got up, brushing himself off, "As soon as I get what I came for, Ambrosia?"
He held out his hand, she started walking towards him, Roland again stepped between them.
"She is staying with me."
Michael withdrew his sword, "This is going to get ugly in a minute. I suggest you step out of the way."
Ambrosia spoke up, "Michael. I need to stay, for a few minutes at least. I will come back to fight soon, I promise."
Roland looked at her in surprise, "No, you might get hurt."
She looked up, "Then it's his will for that to happen."
Roland glared at Michael as he unholstered his gun.
"This isn't finished angel."
Michael bowed politely, "Call me Michael."
Roland smiled, "I will remember this Michael. The Resistance will remember this all."
Michael started walking away, "Somehow I won't doubt that. Ambrosia, you have an hour. We attack at sunrise."