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An Angel Falls From Heaven [Active]

Character(s): Master Lamington, and anyone who wants to meet him~
Content: The Seraph finds himself in a very new place...that he is unable to leave.
Setting: Niflheim
Time: Dawn
Warnings: None expected.

Lamington woke from his sleep with something of a start, as his bed was quite suddenly nowhere to be found. He rose to his feet after an unfortunately awkward fall, and took in his surroundings. A domed city stood before him, large and imposing. Its gate was huge and ornate, somehow both welcoming yet forbidding at the same time.

He remained floating for a brief moment, until he was certain the ground would hold him, and alighted softly, making the smallest of sounds in the soft white grass. Something about this place felt very strange. Without being able to put a finger on just why, the Seraph was uneasy, and that was not a pleasant thing. The fact he was now unable to return to Celestia...was nothing but more worrisome.

A line, though, led into the gate. The Seraph sighed a little, and watched them from afar for a few minutes. The line went into the domes at a steady rate.

"It appears I have no other choice."

He joined the line as it moved into the city, and took some moments after being handed the journal to learn some of its features. There was little too complicated about the device, it seemed, though he suspected there may be more to it than he could discern on his own.

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Since she had arrived in the city, Ziva had fallen into a schedule. She would get up before the sun, do her morning weapons check, and then go out and explore the city. She would go a different way each day, and just wander.

This time, she ended up near one of the gates, leaning against one of the trees and people watching. It had become a new hobby of hers, watching the people go and come into the city. Most of the locals ignored her, a few of the women would give her a glare as they walked past. She wasn't covered enough for them, apparently.

Well, that is new... She thought, watching someone she knew was a non-citizen walk though the gate. Well, unless somehow the citizens had started sprouting wings.

Lamington scanned the inside of the domes carefully once he was satisfied with inspecting the journal. The buildings were exquisitely crafted, and the trees and other plants appeared to be made of crystals and precious metals. The entire city almost sparkled. The cobblestone pavement under his feet was well-worked and excellently laid, and the domes were painted exquisitely.

He noticed something very that most everyone in the city, though, was acting almost exactly the same. They were, more than a group of individual entities, acting as if they were all just a large unit. They moved and spoke in a very odd manner, not befitting their human appearance. But then...he had heard of such odd things happening with humans before.

One woman, though, stood out from the group. She seemed completely independent from all of these others. Lamington walked over to her.

"Hello, miss."

And of course, the winged person walked over to her. It seems strangers drifted to other strangers in this city. She didn't blame him, honestly. The citizens were creepy. Very, very creepy.

"Good Morning." She replied, looking up at him and giving him a polite smile. She almost made a comment about 'welcome to prison' or 'welcome to hell', but she decided that was too much like Tony, and this gentleman wouldn't appreciate it.

The Seraph caught an accent on this woman's voice. Not only was it likely she was not originally from here, but she was not speaking the language that she was most familiar with.

"Would I be correct in assuming you are not from this place, much like myself?"

Judging from how this woman seemed to be acting, she was hardly as new to this city as Lamington himself was. He hoped it would be clear that he was, in fact, a newcomer, but that question should make it quite plain.

"You would be correct." Ziva stated. "Of course, most of us outsiders stand out at this point." She pocketed her journal and stood up straight, reaching up to pull some of the leaves off the tree. She put them in a small pile and held them out to the holy one.

"Rule one: If it is shiny, it works as currency." She smirked again, this time thinking of how much of suckers the citizens really were, or they were like magpies, and just liked shiny things. "Rule two: Do not trust anyone in black coats." She'd stop there for now with the 'rules'.

...She really was becoming like Gibbs.

And her response made her understanding even clearer, while answering his question with more information than he had requested. It left him wondering, though, just what about the people in black coats would drive one to warn a newcomer away from them, before even having a chance to meet one.

The currency was less of a surprise, though it did do something more to establish the odd nature of this world's populace. But it was not his place to judge them for that. The way this world worked might be strange to him, but that did not mean it was in any way out of the ordinary for its own residents.

"Thank you for the information. I am Master Lamington, the Seraph of Celestia." His title probably meant very little here, but he felt obligated to provide it nonetheless.

"Ziva David." she said simply. Just because she was willing to spill information about the city didn't mean that she was willing to part with information about herself. "Welcome to Paixao." It was cliche, but part of her didn't care.

The title intrigued her, not one she'd heard before, but she figured it had something to do with the concept of heaven and hell, considering that pair of wings.

"So, any questions?" She was expecting a few, but wasn't going to start talking again without a bit of guidance.

"I have many, though a number of them may not be so easy to answer as they are to ask." The first of the harder ones being how they were brought here, and why.

The simpler questions were more likely to be answered, and for the short run would be better to ask. "Is everyone 'stuck' here, and unable to leave?"

Obvious, perhaps, but it was to the point. If there was some way out he hadn't found, ten he had nothing to worry about. If there wasn't, he would need to ask where to find food and lodging.

"Well, that would depend on your definition of stuck." Ziva explained, examining her nails for a moment. "Yes, we are stuck in this place, but it is not what it seems... There are other places to go here, outside the city." She sighed, looking around.

"As for your home, no. Not many are able to go home...if they do, we find out way back, somehow." She wanted to go back home, and stay there this time. But, she knew that the only way this wish would happen was if they made it to the top of the castle that they were in.

"Then you have been returned to your home once before..." That made this something more of a predicament, rather than merely an interesting situation. Knowing that he might be pulled back at any time, and that his paperwork would be piling up the whole time (not to mention there being no one to take care of all his plants), left him somewhat concerned.

"Next question, then..." He gave her a moment to mentally switch gears so she would be able to answer him more easily. "Where would you suggest I find food and lodging?"

"There are a couple of places you can look into here in the city." She said, then gesturing towards his journal. "You can find a map on your journal, and there are some places indicated on there." She then had another thought.

"Have you checked if anyone else you know is here?" She remembered when McGee had showed up in the city. Even for that short period, she had been in higher spirits, having a friend around.

Lamington nodded. "Thank you. I have not yet had time to look for anyone I know. However, if there is a chance of it, I would be glad to see familiar faces here. Being lonely is never pleasant."

"Would you like to accompany me to get something to eat?" he asked, pulling out his journal to open the map.

"No, it is not." Ziva replied to his comment about being lonely, something that, while she would never admit to, was something she was feeling a lot currently.

"Sure." She said, allowing him to use the journal to find something. He would have to learn to use it somehow anyway.

A few button presses on the journal brought up the map, and Lamington soon found their location. "Cafe Ersesat is not far from here, is that acceptable?"

The citizens were, by now, staring at the Seraph in awe. His wings were apparently a sight not often present in the city. That meant few other angels were here, if any. He hoped it would not be that way for long, but there was no way to know.

"It is acceptable to me." Ziva replied, nodding. She stuck her journal in her jacket pocket for safe keeping. She raised an eyebrow at the citizens, but she was used to it by now. Even she had been stared at when she arrived, looking different than the others.

With those wings, she could imagine what the new arrival was feeling right now, being stared at like an exhibit in a museum.

Lamington smiled gently and took a moment to look at the journal again, just to make certain he knew where he was going, then placed it within his robes. He led the way through the crowds, who quickly parted for him without any fuss. The wings caught everyone's eyes, and they were too dumbstruck by them to argue or want to block his way.

Even with the crowds staying back, it did take some time for them to arrive at the cafe. The smell of pastries filled Lamington's nose as he opened the door, and he smiled once again as he held it open for Ziva.

Ziva followed Lamington through the crowds, a decent distance behind. Granted, she didn't think he would do anything, but those wings still made her a bit nervous. If she didn't believe in angels before, she did now. Although she was nervous, she had a small smirk on her face at some of the citizens.

It made her wonder if they were thinking of the end of the world, seeing an angel like that.

"Ah, thank you." She said as Lamington held the door open for her. It was warm and the pastries did smell great. It was a good choice.

"Ah, right. I do not have anything with me to pay." Lamington took a brief moment to collect a few leaves from a tree that was outside.

"Have you been here before?" he asked as he came back in. From what he saw now, the cafe was very normal for humans, though there was far less technology here than the humans he knew possessed and used.

Ziva chuckled as he collected the leaves from the tree. It was going to be something he had to get used to. It had taken her a while too.

"I have not been to this one, I believe. I have been to another location. They have decent enough coffee when need be."

"Decent will suffice," he answered cheerfully. Though, cheerful for him meant little different from his normal demeanor.

Lamington asked for a pastry once he and Ziva had been seated. The enticing smell had been tempting him since the door was first opened. The cafe seemed to operate much like the human ones in his dimension did, not that he had frequented them.

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