Where Angels Tread Once More (001)

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01- Action

[The more things change, the more they stay the same. Angel wakes, knowing that it's been ages since her last arrival. She can tell by the way the sun shines through the trees outside of a window that isn't her own. It's summer, if she had to guess -- the last she'd seen, it'd been spring.


She smiles politely and nods along with "Mom's" antics. She shoulders the bag, maintains her composure for the length of time it takes to make it to a distant treeline, and then quickly tears through it until she finds the small sphere she's looking for.

Mari bursts forth in a ray of red light. She looks around, clearly confused at the change of scenery. It takes her a good second or so to turn around and notice Angel. Her pleased bleat chimes out perfectly in sync with Angel's own delighted yelp. The young woman gathers the pokemon in her arms, burying her face in the soft wool and hoping that the addition of a few tears won't end up shocking them both.

It takes a good few minutes, but eventually she's back on her feet. She approaches the start of the trail, sucking in a deep breath. She'd almost forgotten how it tasted.]

Well, Mari? [She glances down at the pokemon, then off into the woods.] Here we go again.

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[She doesn't make it far into the woods, though. Once she's far enough out of the earshot of both the town and other travelers, Angel pulls out her PokeGear and settles down once more. There are a number of people Angel needs to reach out to, but no one ranks higher than her best friend. She holds her breath as she thumbs through the network, searching and searching until --

Until she finds Krieg. It took long enough to make her worry, make her heart ache all the more for the psycho she'd left behind. She felt bad enough, disappearing on him, and while she'd managed to earn a chance to say goodbye, she would have much rather stayed with him.

It worries her, the time she'd spent away. Krieg had progressed in leaps and bounds over the course of the year and a half they'd spent together. She would have liked to have hoped he'd kept progressing, that he'd stuck with the friends they'd made together and that he'd stayed strong without her.

But as she pulls up his contact information and begins a call, she can't help but worry what might wait on the other line. She does her best to put on a brave face, but her smile wobbles and her brows are tightly knit together. Off-screen, her fingers toy with her dress, at least until Mari notices and nudges them with a gentle bleat.

If nothing else, it reminds her that she can stroke the mareep's head while she waits. At least she isn't facing this alone.]

03 - Video

[When the call to Krieg has gone out, and after Angel has finally managed to dry her eyes, she turns the camera on herself once more. This time, her smile is a little stronger -- she knows Krieg is okay, and it'll only be a matter of time until they're reunited.

Still, it's hard to shake the nervousness. She worries about who she'll see, certainly, but it's who she won't see that troubles her more. Were Jean and Armin still travelling the pokemon world? Was Cissnei still off exploring the islands? Her stomach twists nervously at the very thought of any of them being gone.

And then there was the one person she hoped was gone. Handsome Jack, her father, the man who'd tried so desperately to endear himself to her over the course of her last visit.

She shakes her head and focuses her attention on the pokegear. Her forces her smile to stretch just a little wider, trying to ignore the sick, twisting feeling in her stomach that Jack always seemed to elicit.]

Good morning, everyone. I suppose the fact that you are seeing this video in your feeds says everything that I am planning to but... I can't help it.

It's... been quite awhile. Four months, if I remember my dates correctly. But it would seem that I'm back and that there are no shenanigans beyond that which brings us here occurring. It... seems safe to say that I am here to stay, at least for the time being.

I... hope everyone has been well. And I look forward to hearing from all of you -- not just those I knew before. It is... nice to be somewhere I belong again.

[She trails off, content to leave it at that. Realization hits her only seconds later, however, and she quickly finds herself stammering out one last sentiment.]

Oh, and -- ah. It's Angel. For those that might have, ah, forgotten. Or. That never had the chance to meet me in the first place.

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[It had been awhile since Angel had pondered the circumstances of their true first meeting. She didn't like to think about the way she'd manipulated them all the way to her chambers. She especially didn't like to think about the despair they'd all seemed to feel when she announced her plan.

But that didn't take away her gratitude. And that gratitude had been the driven her to seek out an stick with Krieg from the beginning.

The sound of steadily approaching laughter draws her from her thoughts. She looks skyward, spotting both man and pokemon drawing closer and closer still. She motions to Jean to slow down, and then clambers out of the side car before the traincar can even come to a stop.

She's bouncing on her heels before Krieg even lands. Admittedly, she has to turn her gaze away for the last few feet -- she's terrified she'll see something awful if she doesn't. Once they're both on the ground, though, Angel doesn't hesitate. She crosses the distance between the two of them and throws her arms around Torch Dragon as best as she can. He's worked hard to get Krieg here, and deserves the bout of affection.

It's something to occupy her time while she waits for Krieg to disembark.]

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[When they descend on the beach, Krieg will usually wait for Torch Dragon to pull up just prior to landing and then dive off the Charizard's back into a combat roll through the sand. But this isn't the beach and there is no soft sand in sight, and Angel is right there - he's a lot more conscious of her safety than he is of his own, so when TD pulls up to land, he neglects to attempt his usual rolling dismount, and only moves once TD's feet are firmly on the ground. When Angel throws her arms around him, TD gives a happy cry and hugs her back with his stubby little dragon arms.

Krieg is all but vibrating with impatience for his turn to hug her, but the brief pause before he's able to does give him a chance to carefully set Zen Doll on the ground (the little Darumaka is, as always, right where the Psycho is), and to shut off his 'Gear and tuck it away.

Even with those small tasks to attend to, it still seems like an eternity before Angel finally turns to him, but when she does, he reaches up to yank off his mask. His eyes are visibly red and the entire left side of his face is one giant (but healing!) bruise. He drops his mask to the ground at his feet and finally - finally - pulls her into his arms. He lifts her right off her feet, pressing his unbruised cheek to the side of her head and just...holds her. He's trembling with the sheer force of his joy, so much so that Angel will likely feel it even through the strength of his embrace.]

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[Angel only has a few short seconds between being released by Torch Dragon and picked up by Krieg to make a note of the Darumaka. She and Zen Doll hadn't had a lot of time to get to know one another, but it would still be impolite to not say hello to him.

And then she's being pulled into Krieg's embrace. The bruise is noted, but she doesn't have time to be troubled. One second, she sees his face, the next she's up in the air and said face is pressed against her hair. She doesn't even have time to dwell on it, the warmth of the near-crushing embrace quickly drives whatever concerns she'd had from her mind.

A pair of thin, pale arms wrap around Krieg in kind, settling around the thick span of his neck. One hand dips lower, running a careful circle against his shoulder blade. She can feel him shaking, but from what emotion in particular, she isn't sure. If he's afraid, or upset though, then perhaps the gentle touch might bring some comfort.]

I'm home. [Her voice is barely above a whisper. It doesn't need to be, she knows he can hear her just fine.] It's okay now, Krieg. We're both okay.

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[The solidity, and warmth, and life of her skinny frame in his arms seems to break something inside of him. The sharp, cutting grief that had nearly consumed him in April is still raw and painful, not yet old enough to have lost any of its edge. It crashes violently against the feeling of absolute joy of holding her again, and he is utterly and completely overwhelmed. Her soft, quiet whisper, her arms around his neck, and the gentle, comforting touch of her hand on his back are all exactly what he needs. That might not be readily apparent to her, however, as he only begins to tremble harder and seems unable, for the moment, to form any words. The only vocalization he can manage is involuntary, and starts off as a shaky sigh that evolves into a long, quiet, keening whine. It's the sound of a man who typically expresses strong emotions with wordless screaming and shouting but does not wish, currently, to scream or shout. He'd rather not be making any noise at all - he doesn't want to upset her, he doesn't want to make her sad or unhappy - but he can't seem to stop it.

He nods his head briefly to acknowledge her words, a few short, small jerking motions while he squeezes his eyes shut tightly. When he finally draws in a shuddering breath, he holds it briefly to stop any more wordless noises. Then he lets it out in a rush, and it's just a loud but voiceless exhalation. He repeats this three or four times, focusing on the act of breathing to try to rein himself in. When he finally manages to speak using actual words, his voice is low and rough, and cracks at the end.]

I thought you were gone forever.

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[Angel knows what she wants to say. She would have given next to anything to promise to Krieg that she wouldn't ever leave him for good. She caught a glimpse during her brief return, and then had picked up on the details once she'd well and truly fought her way back home. They both know, however, how impossible it is to keep a promise like that. For all they knew, she could fall asleep that night and simply not wake up once again.


The thought alone is enough to scare her into squeezing Krieg just a little tighter. Maybe if her grip was solid enough, she wouldn't have to worry about disappearing into the nothing once again.]

I'm sorry. [Her voice is quiet, almost hollow. Krieg might accept the apology, he might even tell her it wasn't her fault, but it still didn't feel like enough for her. No one deserved to go through losing a friend like that, but especially not Krieg.]

I... won't be going anywhere anytime soon. [It feels like she's tempting fate, making a promise like that. She'll just have to cross her fingers and hope she can at least give Krieg that much.]

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[Her apology and her promise are a comfort, even though one is unnecessary and the other impossible. He knows she would never leave him - truly leave him - on purpose. The thing that happened last winter was entirely his fault, and they'd talked about it, and they'd understood one another, and they know what they'll do the next time...because if they've learned anything about this world where they have found themselves, it's that there will definitely be a next time. That was how he'd been able to say a proper goodbye, to get some kind of closure, after she'd abruptly left in April. But it's not one of Those Weekends right now, so if she's here, then it must be for longer than just two days.

He can only hope.]

I know.

[It might be a while before his voice returns to normal, as overwhelmed as he still is. It'll definitely be a while before he makes any motion to return her to her feet. But, given how tightly she's hanging on to him, it's probably safe to assume that she's totally okay with that.]