Trippze rounded back to Jaguar's office to wait for him to leave the facility. After he had left, he went into the office. He noticed that Jaguar's computer had conveniently been left open. The screensaver was just an old picture of a younger Jaguar and Pheonix at a Fourth of July party, as there were fireworks in the background.
He clicked onto it and looked for any documents regarding Azreal. There was a file that popped up quickly. It looked like a general information form that had been filled out by a confused scientist.
Name: Azreal ___
Species: Wolf/dragon hybrid? Subject said something about gods.
Age: Appears to be in early 20's
Parents: Unknown, subject is in no record.
Existing Powers: Has shown that he can summon a scythe out of thin air as well as incredible speed in healing. Fatal wounds do not kill. Can seemingly slow time and disappear for a few seconds when unbound.
Notes: This subject is highly dangerous, but keeping his hands bound and giving him little to no food seems to be effective in limiting his powers alongside power suppressants. Further research to be conducted.
There was another file that popped up after that was dated as much more recent. Trippze clicked onto it. It had information on another research facility. They gathered information on immortal and celestial creatures, and had recently captured and were containing what they referred to as The Angel, or a god. They wanted Azreal, and succeeded in gaining him due to the fact it was more of their forte and they had better containment measures. They were located in the Falkland Islands.
He took a picture of the files and sent them to Damien. 'Seems like Azreal is in the Falkland Islands, in another research facility for gods. Also, I'm coming with you guys to get him, he's the only one that was remotely interesting around here.' He sent with the photos.
After Trippze wired the room to pick up any conversation that went in and then put a tiny camera in the corner to monitor what went on. Afterwards he left to go about his business. He went to his bunk and opened his computer, sending in a form for a station switch for a few weeks to the Falkland Island's facility. Afterwards he started packing some clothes for the trip. Jaguar is gonna be so pissed. He thought as he leaned his luggage against a wall.
Afterwards he went into the cafeteria to grab a shake, but spotted Pheonix at one of the tables. He went up and sat across from her. She glanced up, having been snapped out of some work. He brought out a piece of paper and wrote Damien's number on it alongside: "If you find any more information send it to this number." Before leaving.
Pheonix tilted her head, saving the number in her phone as "Christmas," noting Trippze's sloppy handwriting.
He headed to Jaguar's office, having seen him pass through the hall while he was in the cafeteria. This is going to be interesting. He thought as he approached the office again. He entered the office's open door. Jaguar turned to face him. His tail was again covered in blood. I guess that informant died. He thought before speaking. "Hey boss, I'm being transferred over to another facility in the Falkland Islands' territory. It's already been approved." He said.
"Well isn't that oddly suspicious." Jaguar said casually, an impassive look on his face. "Say what you want, I'm leaving." Trippze said, putting the papers down on the desk and turning to leave, rubbing his chest where the bandages were absentmindedly.
"Nothing good will come from messing with those gods. They don't care about mortals. They've simply lived too long. Seen to much. You're stepping on thin ice." Jaguar said, and for once he was speaking from truth. "If it happens, it happens." Trippze shrugged before leaving.
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Cassiel was downstairs pacing the floor, his ears perked as he heard Galaxy and Gluzze coming down the stairs. "Oh, I see your friend is awake." He said. "Hi," Gluzze greeted Cassiel. "Galaxy was telling me about you, what are you supposed to be a god of? Also how hard world it be to get a pair of glasses to accommodate that third eye?" She asked with a chuckle.
Cassiel tilted his head, the other twelve of his eyes flicking open for a second. "I think that may be a bit difficult." He replied lightheartedly. "But my vision is very well, I assure you. I am the god of sight, temperance, and tears, among other things." He replied. "Though I have been compared to an out-of-date hotdog."
"That's nice, though if they want to compare you to a hotdog, they must've found them at a nuclear reactor." Gluzze replied. Cassiel gave a puzzled look, glancing to Galaxy for help, who in turn shrugged. "Well, I will be out of your hair as soon as I find Azreal." He said.
"Eh, take as long as you need, we're all fuck-ups here." Gluzze shrugged. "What? I have done nothing wrong." Cassiel objected. "You said you're a god, so you have a higher dimension than this one and it's probably better then this. And trust me, if you end up her rather than there, stuff's gone to shit." Gluzze said.
Cassiel paused. He didn't want to admit it. Yes, Asgard was in a scramble, but it wasn't to a point of life and death. Just a bit of a power mix-up. He also didn't want to realize that he was trying to ignore it, escape from having to face the problem, when he should clearly be involved in it. "...Well are you not perceptive." He said.
"Not really, just listed my situation, except replace 'god' with 'immortal being.'" Gluzze replied. Cassiel tilted his head. "I never quite understood what happened to Paradise. It was protected from my sight before the fall." He said.
"Well, lots of Dutch Angel Dragons got involved in the abyss, which resulted in evil being among us, and acts such as murdering, stealing, that kind of shit, so they banned all of us from Paradise except for one, Telephone I believe." Gluzze explained.
At that Trippze walked into the house. "Heyo, who wants to come rescue a god?" He shouted. Gluzze turned towards Trippze and narrowed her eyes. She teleported behind him and shoved him down to the floor, forming ice on him for he couldn't move. "You." She growled.
"Wait, Gluzze, he is helping us against the lab!" Galaxy said. Cassiel tilted his head as Trippze retorted. "For fuck's sake what do you have against people that look so much better than you?" He shouted, trying to be an ass.
"You kept me trapped in that shit hole, you let them tear me apart, you helped them torture me." Gluzze growled, forming an ice spike in her hand. Cassiel walked over and picked Gluzze up by the scruff, holding her away from himself. "And he is helping me get my brother back, and I cannot do that if he is dead." He said. Normally he was more reasonable, but the circumstances left him strained.
"Well, they paid good money." Trippze said, getting up before looking at Cassiel. "There's a flight leaving for the Falkland Islands that we need to catch if you want to rescue Azreal." He said before turning to Gluzze. "I don't give a shit if they hurt your feelings, I don't really think anyone does. Attack me again and I'll send 50 volts of electricity through you with my stun gun, that might hurt your cybernetics now, wouldn't it?" He said.
Gluzze teleported away from Cassiel's grasp. "That's if you can grab the damn thing." She growled, forming ice around Trippze's hands for he couldn't move them. Cassiel decided to take a different approach, putting a hand on Trippze's shoulder. "Hold you breath." Was all he said before a rift opened up under them, a swirling mass of dark blue and purple colors. They both fell through it, landing on the soft grass of a cliff-face.
The cliff itself was a small grassy meadow, about forty feet all around, floating in a seemingly endless galaxy. Unknown planets and stars surrounded them. "I apologize, give me a second." Cassiel said. He seemed to be stressing. There was no oxygen here.
Trippze held his breath and looked very annoyed. Next time I see her Imma send 50 volts of electricity through her. He thought. Cassiel put a hand in his shoulder again. "Would it hurt to be polite? Anyways, we are going to appear outside of the vehicle." He said, opening another rift, this time sideways as for they could simply walk though.
Trippze walked through, and it closed behind Cassiel as he went around the jeep. He blew fire on the ice binding his hands before replying. "Yes, it would hurt to be polite to someone who's acting like an asshole." He said, hopping into the jeep.
Cassiel got into the passenger side. "Yes, she was being aggressive, but you also provoked her. She has valid reasoning." He said. "True, but she's still a bitch." Trippze said, taking off.
Cassiel sighed, getting a bit of a headache. He rubbed his forehead, ruffling his curly golden hair around his horns. Eventually he looked to Trippze again. "So, what is this 'flight'? I see we are not using our wings." He asked.
"Because the place we are going is on the other side of the world, and I can't fly continuously all the way there. I'd get tired real quick." Trippze said. "I could carry you. I do not tire, and my wings are meant for long-distance." Cassiel put forth seriously.
"Uhh no, one because that would be humiliating, and two I already paid for the plane tickets." Trippze said, seeing an ice cream place up ahead. He got into the turning lane and pulled into the drive through. "I'm gonna get a mint milkshake, you want one? Your brother liked it, I think." He asked.
"Mint? Sounds like him." Cassiel said, remembering the Greek era. "And why not. Also what is a plane?" He asked. "It's basically a huge metal bird that is not living. It transports you through the air from one destination to the next in about a day or two." Trippze replied, pulling up to the window. "Two mint milkshakes please." He said.
"Really? How do you mortals come up with this silly things?" He asked, smiling at the person inside. They rung it up. "That'll be $7.25."they said. Trippze pulled out a ten. "Keep the change." He said, pulling up to the next window. "I don't really know, just some people think of things and build them." He replied.
"Better than us. The gods do not advance in technology. We see no need for it." He explained. "Though I suppose we are kept busy cleaning blood off of our streets. When we are not doing something on earth, we are cleaning up after the souls' training. Always planning for the end of the world, yet I have seen nothing to predict that." Cassiel shook his head.
"How do you guys pick souls anyways? Asking for a friend." Trippze said, grabbing the drinks and handing one to Cassiel before getting back on the road. "Oh. We stopped collecting souls a bit ago, if you were asking. The Valkyries watched over the deaths and determined if one was heroic or not, as well as if the person themself was worthy. Then they would escort them to Valhalla, in the middle of Asgard. But ever since Azreal was banished it was shut down. He was the head of the reapers-" He stopped talking, realizing he shouldn't say too much. He took a sip of the milkshake.
"You like the shake?" Trippze asked. "It is fine." Cassiel replied. It was silent for a moment. "Soooo, what made Azreal decide to come down and hang with us mortals?" Trippze asked. Cassiel sighed. "He is rebellious, and our family can be insufferable. Like me, doesn't see mortals as lesser creatures, as most of us have come to think. He has made a few friends among you...." He trialed off. He remembered how many times Azreal had returned heartbroken. He gave a sideways smile, but it faltered. "Let me just say, Az caused a lot of havoc in our realm. It messed up a lot." He said, wincing.
"Guess that's a touchy subject. You know what will make you feel better? Some good old music." Trippze said, turning on some 80's rock. Cassiel jumped at the sudden music, but took it as a way to escape talking, and instead zoned out staring out of the window. Trippze softly sang along to the music as he drove.
