forum The Moon and the Stars Pale in Comparrison to You ✨🌙
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@Fenrir

A is a guardian angel of the lord, committed to protecting his charges and being the example of what an angel should be.
B is a fallen angel, accused of killing his friend. Their efforts of trying to clear their name as well as finding his friend's true killer only worsening their relationships with Heaven. In a last ditch effort to get back into heaven, B tried to sneak in with A, only to get them both in trouble. Now banished to Earth until they can learn to work together, A and B slowly start to learn how to trust each other and maybe even have feelings for one another.

Hi this is a reboot of an rp that has somewhat died so I thought why not bring back the plot!

This is, as usual, gay. I'd like the dynamic to be bad boy tough guy that secretly soft x soft guy that can also put up a fight. As always Andrews rules, no smut, and long paragraphs pls, I'll try and do the same! Also I'd like to be A. Let me know if you want more details on anything, magic system, characters, plot ect. A template will be up once someone is in!

@ElderGod-Carrots

¡Hola! It has been a moment since we've rp'd together I believe but! I am procrastinating my studying and I am a sucker for these types of dynamics, so, may I?

@Fenrir

(hi! It really has been too long! Good luck on your studies! And yes ofc you may join!
Quick few questions before a template is thrown up: m/m works or do you have another couple pairing? And also would you like A or B, I'm willing to do either if you'd rather A. Aaannd that's all)

@ElderGod-Carrots

(Lol thank you! I am going to be multitasking with this and spanish revision lmao. M/M is my preferred pairing anyways so that is all good for me, and totally B is good too! I am a sucker for bad boys with soft hearts, I have many aha)

@Fenrir

(ooh very cool, wouldn't mind some Spanish in here if you want! And perfect then, here is a template!)

Name
Age
Sexuality
Appearance
Personality
Aesthetic
Songs that fit them
Occupation
Likes
Dislikes
Quirks/ impulses
Other

(And then here's my baby)

Name Razielle Thompson
Age 25
Sexuality Gay
Appearance He has caramel brown eyes. lightly tanned skin with a splattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose. Stands around 5'6, 5'7 in healed boots. He usually wears loose sweaters and slacks, paired with thin wire, round glasses.
Personality Raz is shy around new people but has a kind heart and wants to help in any way he can. He likes peacefulness and tries his best to live without conflict but he will defend those that he loves. It takes a lot to get him upset. Over all a comforting person to be around and will always put those he cares for before himself
Aesthetic cute nerd
Song that fits them Bloom - The paper Kites
Occupation therapist for teens and young adults
Likes helping those around him, anything sweet, physical affection
Dislikes the cold, physical violence, the taste of coffee
Quirks/impulses will push his glasses up his nose when nervous
Other will dance as a way to relax

@ElderGod-Carrots

(¡Gracias! I have my speaking exam tomorrow so, we stressin a lil lmao - and I love Raz, I feel he is going to go great with my boy who is like, the opposite of him lmao)

Name: Keiryn Bowen
Age: 26
Sexuality: queer, doesn't like to define himself although knows he has a male lean
Appearance: Keiryn stands at around 6'2. He is a tall man with a pale complexion, almost ghostly so, from the way he looks. He has bright blue eyes, a pale blue that stems out into a darker, more ocean blue as they get to the ring of the iris. He has sharp features, a defined jawline, strong nose and cheeks. He has dark, thick eyelashes and eyebrows to match that give him that naturally sultry, typically handsome type man. Dark black hair with soft curls and waves. He has a scar on both his cheeks, two little cuts, and an eyebrow and a lip piercing. He has a natural scowl and frown. Keiryn has hard skin with lots of callouses and scars - a body of a warrior and a fighter, someone who likes to get into trouble. He has a large tattoo down his spine with the seven planets in order from the sun, with lines and geometric patterns expanding from them and around them. He has similar designs down his biceps only these are florals, mostly. With dragons and and skulls of animals of all kinds mixed in.
Personality: Kei is your classic bad boy. He is hard, down to business, loves violence, crime, anything of the sort. Very rough, very hard exterior. Doesn't like bullshit, doesn't really like people most of the time but what can you do about that. Quick tempered. Underneath all that is a man who just wants to love and be loved. As much as he enjoys violence and crime and blood etc etc he really just wants to be hugged and cuddled and held for a good long time. Told that he is worth it and good and loved - because my man has some MAJOR insecurities and issues. Especially after being kicked out of heaven, where his mental illnesses came full front and just caused a bunch of issues for the man. He’s more demon than he is angel, but that’s what makes him such a good fighter and protector.
Aesthetic: dark, grungy, lots of reds, blacks and whites, chains, lots of rings so on and so forth
Songs that fit them:Yhtä vailla, ROCK ROCK, viulunkieli by Käärijä
Occupation: doesn't really have one? he bounces around here and there but mainly is involved with lots of underground betting and fighting schemes
Likes: rock music, dark clothes, coffee, physical affection, blood/fighting
Dislikes: when things are too quiet, overly sweet things (if out of the blue/doesnt know the person)
Quirks/ impulses: taps his fingers together constantly, crackles his knuckles, always running a hand through his hair
Other: none that I can think of rn

@Fenrir

(I hope you did well! and thank you! I love Kei, definately an opposite Raz, can't wait to see them together. Here is a starter!)

"I'll see you next week, same time?" Raz asked, giving his patient a small smile, one the young man didn't return. "Yeah. thanks." He replied plainly, tugging on his hoodie and stepping out of the small cozy office. It had been another regular day at the office, a few new patients, some of his regualrs, nothing too different. His latest patient, the boy who had just stepped out, had been Noah a regular of his since his first day at the job. Though mostly quiet, Noah aparently only talked with Raz, according to his parents so they kept up with their sessions, even if it was mostly Raz talking and Noah giving brief answers. It was progress from day one at least. Raz had become one of the ffew people Noah trusted.
He took a deep breath and unfurled his wings from where they had been closed against his back, glamoured to human eyes. He shook them out and preened them for a few moments before gathering up his notes and bag to head home for the day.
For the past few months, the guardian angel had been stationed on Earth to watch over his now clients as a young adult therapist. Today marked his 6th month staying on earth so it was time for him to head back home, take a bit of a break from humans and catch up on what heaven was doing.
He shouldered his bag and headed out of the office, locking it behind him before he made his way to the elevator and then to the streets below where the afternoon rush filled sidewalks.
Ducking and scooting past people, muttering 'sorry' and 'excuse me' as he made his way through the crowd. Eventually Raz ducked into a small corner cafe and took a seat, smiling softly and waving as a barrista nodded his greetings and got his regular. In between the wait, Raz decided to wait out the crowd by looking over his notes and checking any emails from his work.

@ElderGod-Carrots

(akjdd well I think I passed at least. And Kei and Raz are going to be so fun! I'm excited for them!)

Keiryn had been on Earth for longer than he ever wanted. It wasn't a bad place, in fact, the people he surrounded himself with were exactly the type of people he enjoyed, but he did miss home, just a bit. The only real reason he wanted to go back was because he needed to prove his innocence. Cast out because he allegedly killed his friend. He didn't. He would never kill his friends of all people. Not that he had many. But his best friend? He couldn't believe that he had been accused and then cast out for such a thing with barely any evidence. With no wings, no way back into Heaven at this point, he had dedicated his time to attempting to find any and all information he could on who- or what - might have killed them.

But so far he had come up with nothing. No leads, only tidbits of information that had ultimately led to nothing. It was beginning to feel hopeless, and the group that he had ended up with- that underground group of what would probably be criminals, was beginning to become more of a home than anything. As much as humans were strange creatures, he found himself fitting in quite nicely, especially with the people he surrounded himself with most days and nights. Sinning, is probably, most definitely, what God would have called it, and it only made things worse when it came to wanting to try and get back into Heaven to clear his name. But a part of him didn't care enough, especially since he had been cast out without proper investigation, did He even care?

The fallen angel stomped out the cigarette in his hands on the ground, the rain beginning to pick up as he ducked inside the nearest cafe to avoid getting too wet. He tended to stay away from places that didn't exactly match the vibe he had going on. Dark clothing, those chains that hang from his waist, his neck and the multitude of rings on his hands. Yeah, this little cafe wasn't his usual place, and he stood out like a sore thumb. Keiryn didn't care all that much, although he was a little uncomfortable.

With his usual, far too strong coffee ordered only moments later, that was when he felt the presence of another. Another angel, no less. What were they doing on Earth? Fallen, too, perhaps? Or just doing Gods bidding.

@Fenrir

(I have no doubt you passed! And same they're gonna be great together!)
Abrose took a tentative sip of his mocha, nodding slightly and braving another sip as he savored the most likely too sweet chocolateyness of the drink. He set it down for a moment as he flicked through emails and replied to his patients, trying his best to address their needs while reassuring them he'd be back for their session after a few weeks.
After answering the emails, Abrose decided to focus his afternoon efforts on research. He produced a journal from his bag filled with notes and notes on notes and foot notes and so many quotes. There just had to be something, something in the Bible, the Torah, the hymns, the prayers that could explain what had happened 7 years ago.
The angel's name still rang in his ears in his dream. Alye. He could hear his mentor, Urielle, mutter it, praying that she could somehow come back. Raz remembered when all of heaven was in chaos, it was aweful. The funeral, the grief, the loss. Alye had been loved by all, some even claimed Lucifer himself woupd love Alye if given the chance. The only other suspect and Alye's companion to earth had been convicted if the crime. While it did make sense in the moment, it still rubbed Raz the wrong way that the angel would resort to zuch drastic measure as to kill a fellow angel. And for what? The more Raz thought about it the less it made sense. He rubbed his temple and leaned back, gratefully taking more of the mocha and took to people watching to relieve his confusion. He knew a few regulars here and there. He flicked his gaze towards the door as the cafe filled with customers. He latched onto a particular customer, clad in black and chains. Raz didn't recognize them but they felt familiar.
Raz tipped his head curiously. Another angel. Maybe. It was rare when they assignment angels to the same area since what had happened to Alye.

@ElderGod-Carrots

When Keiryn had been cast out all those years ago, he had been distraught. Alye had been his closest, his best friend. They had done everything together. An unlikely duo considering the difference in their personalities, but he had loved the angel as if she had been his sister. Inseparable down to the very end. And then she had been killed and he had been blamed for her death and everything had been sent spiralling out of control.

Seven years. Seven years of no answers and no leads and Keiryn had had no way to get back into Heaven. It almost seemed like an impossible task now, to try and figure out what happened. There weren't many angels on Earth now, not after what had happened. How he was ever going to get back in there to try and explain himself he had no clue. But then there was that strange, familiar face. Someone he didn't know but felt as if he did and it was odd. There hadn't been many angels in this area for a good while, a couple here and there but usually not many, they kept away after what happened with Alye. But that was definitely an angel. Keiryn almost frowned. That goody-two-shoes attitude that they seemed to exude even from a distance made it obvious, and he could see the soft glamour that was concealing his wings.

Coffee in hand, Keiryn head over with a frown and ended up standing in front of him. He tilted his head to the side, "Angel?" Was all he asked, because his answer would dictate whether or not his was.

@Fenrir

Raz watched as the angel walked up to where he sat, never once breaking eye contact with them. Were they even and angel? As they came closer, Raz noticed everything about the man, his dark clothes, the chains and jewlery practically dripping off of him, his handsome features, the set frown.
He noticed everything but wings. Not even the shimmering glamour of them. Fear ebbed into Raz mind. Not angel, then demon maybe. Raz took quick note of any possible weaponry on the person. None Raz could see but regardless he would not be caught off guard. While admittedly the worst fighter of his age group, Abrose at least knew how to get out of situations, though his worry only grew as he took in the space they occupied. Small and filled with humans. Raz couldn't risk a fight, not with the high potential of fatalities and not without exposing himself.
He took a calming breath in and out before meeting the man's gaze once more and offering a small smile. "You wouldn't believe how rare I get called that despite the obvious." Raz teased. He figured if he were mistaken and the man in front of him was a demon, poking fun at himself was the the least of his worries. "But yes. I am. and yourself? Angel? Demon? other?" he asked sweetly, waving to the empty chair across from himself, inviting the stranger, angel, or demon, to join him. He breathed a small laugh to himself and slowly closed his computer and journal, having momentarily forgetten their contence in the presense of the handsome visitor.

@ElderGod-Carrots

The other was far too sweet for Keiryn's liking. Maybe it was because he hadn't been around someone so nice for seven years, or maybe that was just his personality. He didn't know, he didn't really care, honestly, because now that he had another angel that he could talk to, maybe this was his opportunity to get back into Heaven and clear his name for good. The chances were low, but it was worth a shot. At least he had something on Earth if things turned sour.

"Angel," Keiryn pulled the seat out from across from the other. He sat, with one hand on the coffee and the other over the back of the chair. A picture of handsome arrogance, especially as those chains and rings rattled with his movements. But, his gaze flicked to the computer, the journal, and he added, "Fallen." There weren't many fallen angels of recent, probably because they were all too scared to fuck up and end up like Keiryn. Cast out, shamed, shunned, the perfect example of what not to be. Even though he wanted to clear his name, he wore his personality with a badge of honour. What he wasn't okay with, was being accused and shunned because he allegedly killed his friend.

"I need to get back into Heaven," Straight to the point. There was no room for small talk. He really didn't even know what else to say. 'How're things up above? Is God still being an ass? Know anything about my dead best friend's murder?' Probably wouldn't do any him any favours, "Can you help me?" It had been so long since he had seen or been around another angel, and this one had his wings, seemed to be picture perfect example of what an angel should be, and he didn't know if an opportunity like this would ever arise again.

@Fenrir

Raz nodded slightly, pausing and flicking his gaze up from putting his research away at the mention of "Fallen." Ah, that made more sense now. The lack of wings. The aura of bravado from both being an outcast and former angel. He pointedly shifted his satchel bag securely to his side, away from the other angel's grasp, and toyed with his now half empty cup of mocha, his gaze growing distant. The cries of his fellow angels claiming injustice, robbery of a beautiful life, betrayle. Intermixed were seething, hateful remarks on the angel who had killed Alye along with brief descriptions here and there. Patrols had been sent out every day for a year after Alye's death. Whether to keep angels stationed on Earth safe or to find the killer, Raz never really had a clear answer on, even when he asked Urielle.
Raz refocused slightly as he took in the angel across from him.
Oddly enough he wasn't scared. he wasn't even nervous anymore. He had been more afraid of the potential for a demon seeking him out than the supposed angel killer. He didn't feel much of anything at the moment, remembering Alye's death rendered him numb in front of the other angel. He was half willing to accept the rest of his fellow angel's claims, that the angel in front of him had killed Alye. Hell, he wanted to believe it, wanted to be angry at this angel for taking such a precious life. Am I next? he wanted to ask in a sarcastic tone that surely would set the other off. He seemed like the no bullshit type. Raz had delt with plenty of those. Yet there was something knawing at him from the inside, telling him he wasn't right. It was the same feeling that told him to do his research day in and day out after work.
He gave a slight shrug, he didn't know if he could help. He was a young angel, an apprentice to an archangel. What could he do? He didn't necessarily care about his reputation but surely helping a fallen angel, one accused of killing another angel would come with consequences. He would be putting other's in danger at the very least. And even then, there wasn't a guarentee he'd be able to get an audience with anyone if the fallen angel was present. It'd be a sheer miracle if they got past the gates.
"Whats your name, angel?" He asked, taking a slow, tired deep breath as he settled on a decision. One he hoped, prayed wouldn't cost him dearly.

@ElderGod-Carrots

Keiryn's eyes narrowed a little. Ignoring the question altogether. He didn't know the other angel, didn't know what he would do, who he might call if things got out of hand. What he did know, was that there were far too many humans around to make a big scene. They didn't need that. Keiryn didn't need that. He didn't need any unnecessary attention when it wasn't needed. He already stuck out like a sore thumb in this little coffee shop, he had no doubt if he started yelling, raising his voice just a tad or even losing his temper, he would be kicked out. No, he would have to keep his cool at least a little instead of demanding to be taken to the gates of Heaven.

"Keiryn. Yours?" His name was known. He had no doubt that the other angel knew who he was even without his name. It wasn't as if people didn't know. Because everyone did. Every single angel. They all knew because there had been uproar and rage at the fact that Alye's death had happened. She had been good. One of the best, almost. Had associated with Keiryn even after all that he had done and said, how he wasn't as good as he should have been, not the angel that people wanted him to be. She had stuck by him. And then she had died and he had lost the one person that understood him the most in the whole world, in all of Heaven.

She hadn't deserved that death. The least deserving of death, in Keiryn's opinion. The fact that no one had got to know him enough to know that he would ever do such a thing had hit just as deep as being cast out had been. No one had cared, looked close enough, to see how distraught he had been when he had found out. No one had taken a moment to even consider that the angel they were accusing was just as upset, how he wanted to help find the killer because it wasn't him. Maybe it was why he was close to giving up on the search for justice. But he did it for Alye. At the start it had been for him, to help get him back into Heaven. To clear his name. Selfish, really. But now it was for her. So hopefully in death, she could have some peace that her killer was found and caught.

@Fenrir

Razielle nodded, his suspicions confirmed. Keiryn. A name rarely spoken, almost as rarely as Lucifer. Raz finished off his mocha "My name is Razielle, but most people call me Raz." He replied, glancing around the cafe before lowering voice and leaning forwards in his seat.
"Just so we're clear, I can't guarantee an audience with heaven. I'm nothing more than a guardian angel. To ask for an audience with the archanfels or even God, especially about…you… is going to near impossible." He dropped his gaze slightly, faltering a bit when he thought about Alye.
It was so easy to think about the man across from him as a killer. Easier to accept and satisfying to refuse even if it ended in his own death.
But then why would Keiryn want an audience with heaven? Surely he wouldn't be stupid enough to set foot in heaven looking for a fight. Then again maybe Raz was the stupid one for having even a shred of sympathy for him. For believing him in the first place.
"Can you tell me about her?" He asked softly. "I didn't know her that well but I've always heard she was a great angel." He flicked his gaze up. He knew about Alye. He had heard countless stories about her after her death from other angels. Where he was a guardian, she had been heaven's worrior. One if the best, trained with the archangels to one day protect heaven. But she had a kind heart, one unmatched by her fellow warriors. He wanted to know what Keiryn knew, to find some semblance of trust, or distrust for Raz to latch onto.

@ElderGod-Carrots

Keiryn wasn't an idiot. Well, at least he didn't think of himself as that much of an idiot. He was more than aware that getting an audience with God, with any of the archangels would be difficult. Hell, getting to see the devil himself would be easier for him right now. But he was sick of having no clues, no leads, and sick to his stomach knowing that Alye's killer was out there somewhere. Others might end up with the same fate as her. The same death, and if that happened, chances were he would once again be blamed, no matter how much he tried to deny it.

But he was quickly distracted by those thoughts when the angel, Raz, asked about her. For a moment that frown flickered as if it were going to fade, that mask of bravado that he wore so proudly shifting to something different. It only faltered for a second, barely even that, but if Raz was looking closely, he would have seen it. His usual demeanour returned, however, as he took a swig of his coffee. The bitterness and the heat burned his throat but that was exactly what he was looking for. Something to give him strength as he was going to have to talk about his best friend.

"She was one of the greatest warriors to ever grace Heaven," Keiryn started, "It's how we met. Through training." And Alye had been persistent in her efforts to become his friend. Had seen that Keiryn had had no friends and latched onto him and refused to let go, "If she hadn't been so stubborn we probably wouldn't have been friends. But she was the kindest angel. The sweetest. With far too much love in her pinky finger than I have in my whole body. It was what made her so… great. She had so much love but knew when and who deserved it. Wouldn't hurt a fly if it hadn't done anything wrong but could take down an army if they threatened to hurt anyone she loved. Alye deserved the world."

@Fenrir

As Keiryn spoke about Alye, Raz found it harder and harder to convince himself the angel across hmfrom him was a killer. With how much love and admiration he spoke about Alye, Raz found it hard to think about Keiryn doing something as brutal as killing his best friend.
"You mentioned her being one of the best warrior." He noted, "would there be someone who would rival that? Or somehow feel threatened by her that would benefit from her leaving her position?" He asked, already running through the list of angels he knew through his mind. While a few were competitive, yes, he didn't think many if most would resort to killing to get a higher position. "Was there anyone who didn't like her? Or you?" He asked carefully, lightly tapping his pen against his cup in thought.
While Raz couldn't guarantee an audience with the archangels, he did know who who would listen. If he could somehow convince his mentor to sit down and hear Keiryn out, then maybe they'd have a chance to clear his name and finally find Alye's killer.

@ElderGod-Carrots

Keiryn couldn't help the dry chuckle that left him, "Oh, there were- are- plenty of people who don't like me," At first it had been the fair majority, now it was just everyone considering what he was accused of, "But Alye?" He shook his head, "She had rivals, sure, people who wanted her position but I don't think any of them would kill her for it." It wasn't exactly how angel's functioned. Going around and killing others for a spot. Considering most of them were desperate to be in Gods favour or were too scared of Lucifer to end up down in Hell with him, quarrels were kept to just that - quarrels. There was the odd fight here and there but none of them resulted in death and half of them were barely even fights. Pathetic, really, considering some of them had been warriors and couldn't even bring themselves to hurt another angel beyond that of a weak punch to the gut. Another reason as to why Keiryn was almost glad to be kicked out of Heaven. If it had been under any other circumstance he wouldn't be trying to get back in, but he wasn't going to let everyone believe he killed his best friend and he certainly wasn't going to let the real killer get away with it. If they could kill Alye, who else would be on their hit list? Would a similar situation happen to other angels like him? Accused of murder but knowing that it wasn't them? There were far too many possibilities running through his mind to focus on one at a time.

@Fenrir

Raz nodded, his train of though fizzling out. Keiryn had a point. Friendly competition was common among angels. After all, to be recognized by an archangel was high priority. For guardiens like Raz most angels would seek out Urielle or Gabriel. For warriors, archangels like michael or even Ariel or Michael would be the ones to impress. But for an angel to kill another just to gain an archangel favor was unimaginable, much less possible. The archangels wouldn't allow an angel to reamin if word got out about a rivalry. He supposed thats exactly what happened to Keiryn, though it still baffled Raz as to how quickly the angels had made a decision, quickly and potentially wrong.
"What happened to your wings?" he asked softly, alreading getting a few ideas but again, it was hard. Hard to think of heaven being so violent towards their own kind whether they were fallen or not.
"I need to talk with Urielle first before we try and get you into heaven." he noted, eventually looking away from Keiryn. His own wings shifting uncomfortable beneath his jacket.
"Do you have any leads of your own? anyone you suspect?" he asked retrieving his journal again and flipping to a page scribbled with notes about heaven's justice system. You would have thought it would be more organized for it being heaven. It was very much not.
"not much here helps." He muttered, frowning at his notes. He wasn't even sure if any of his research was valid at this point.
"I go back tonight, I'll talk to urielle and come back to see if we can bring you back in, even if its just temporarily to state your case." he said, optimistic about at least talking to his mentor. He would understand, hopefully.

@ElderGod-Carrots

Keiryn couldn't help the way his hand tightened around his coffee. Not enough to crush it, but enough that the pressure was pointed. The fallen angel shifted in his seat as if he had his wings, but all that was left on his back was the remnants. A small stump and a lot of scarring. Not even his multitude of tattoos could cover them, "They cut my wings off before they cast me out." They didn't want the killer of one of Heaven's best warriors being able to make a return. No, they couldn't have that. Keiryn had been stripped of all magic and all properties that had made him an angel the moment that he had been charged with the kill and cast out. He was more human than he was angel now, probably why he fit in so well.

But he wasn't fond of the idea of waiting. It could take ages for Raz to get back. Fuck, the angel could say he was going to go talk to Urielle but ultimately decided not to. Keiryn would have no way of knowing, no way of getting up to Heaven and demanding he stick to his word and help him out. It wasn't a great situation, and he wasn't overly fond of having to put his trust in an angel he had just met, "There is no time to wait and ask," Because Keiryn doubted that he would be let in, regardless, "I fear something might be brewing in Hell and we both know that asking any of the Archangels to let me in isn't going to work."

@Fenrir

Raz shrunk in his seat as his worst fears were confirmed. He knew heaven was strict with their justice but he wasn't aware how far they'd go. "I-" his apology died as he realized Keiryn probably wasn't looking for pity or sympathy, especially from someone like Raz. His pushed down his immediate urge to comfort, going against what he was trained to do as a therapist and as an empath. To not comfort soneone clearly in need or offer a way to effectively help made Raz feel aweful. As an angel, as a therapist how could he be so useless?
"I-I know. But do you really think you'll get an audience if you barge into heaven by force?" He asked, hoping Keiryn would think past his anger for a second and realize getting into heaven would be more impossible if he didn't wait. "If you can't be let in then I'll try and convince Urielle to come here." He reasoned, trying tto hink of anything else he could do to try and get anyone else to listen.
It took a moment to for Raz to understand Keiryn but when he did a sharp chill shot up his back. "Hell? What does Hell have to do with this?"

@ElderGod-Carrots

No, he wasn't looking for sympathy. With the fact that he didn't have any wings, it made it easier to detach himself from Heaven and after all this was over, he could forget about it. Keiryn, as much as he wanted to clear his name and wanted to get back into Heaven for that reason, didn't want to stick around. Why would he want to stay in a place, with people, that had so easily cast him out without a proper investigation? None of them had cared enough to look into the murder further and he had no doubt they would all backtrack on their words if his name was cleared. No, he didn't need that. Didn't want that. Once Alye had justice he was gone and going to forget about all this nonsense.

"Baring in will at least draw enough attention that someone will come out and see me," Keiryn replied, "Asking isn't going to get anywhere." In his mind, there was no other way. He needed in, he needed in now and he was going to get it one way or another. And the fallen angel couldn't help the way his frown almost flickered into some form of a smirk as he watched Raz tense and acknowledge his last words. It wasn't funny, but the angel's reaction was, "There's only so much digging I can do when I've been stripped from my… angelic properties. But from what I have seen and found, I think Hell has something to do with Alye's death."

@Fenrir

At that point, Raz lost what little patience he had for the angel across from him. "Fine. You want to barge into Heaven cursing the high heavens straight to hell just for some attention, go right on ahead. I'd give it half a day, no, less, before they send you straight back down here, or worse, to Hell itself." Raz crossed his arms over his chest defensively, and glared at the Keiryn. "maybe coming from you, few would be inclined to listen to what you'd have to say, yes. I presume those few would lessen if you trespassed demanding to speak with archangels."
He quirk his eyebrow, a set frown settling on his features as he decided then he hated that little smirk. Nothing good could possibly come from it. It was na understatement to say an gels disliked Hell. Even speaking of it so casually was frowned upon and for good reason. "What evidence do you even have to show? Other than a hunch and some conspiracies, Heaven's going to need more than a fallen's angel's words to believe anything you say." He reasoned, already trying to find any connection Hell would possibly have to Alye. She had been good, she was known as the best of them. There couldn't be a possibility where she would associate with Hell. Unless they had seen her as a threat. Pinning the blame on her companion with no other witnesses or evidene seemed almost too easy, even by their standards. Now that would be something to bring up with Urielle.
"Keiryn, I genuinely do want to help you. I leave today. You can either choose to wait until you are allowed in or choose to do thinks your way alone." He offered, rifling through his bag for a stickynote and pen. He scribbled down his phone number and passed it across the table. "If you make a decision, you can reach me at this number." He put the sticky note pad and pen back in his back before standing from the table and grabbing his empty coffee cup, preparing to leave for his apartment to pack.

@ElderGod-Carrots

The clear frown and distaste that Raz seemed to suddenly hold for Keiryn when he smirked only had the fallen angel's expression increase. There was something, not evil, but similar, that flickered behind his eyes. He wasn't a ruthless warrior for nothing and the comparisons he had often received referring to him as a 'demonic angel' certainly rang true, even in just a simple expression. And the fallen angel was definitely proud of that fact, fallen or otherwise because he knew that it meant he had been good at his job. He had been a good warrior, a good protector, and even now, on Earth, he still was. It was why he had stuck to the underground levels of the world for the last seven years and made a name for himself down there. At least the people he associated with now appreciated him.

But the guardian angel was standing and Keiryn was quick to follow. Much easier to be intimidating considering he had a good few inches of height on the other. It wasn't the time or place to do anything drastic in response, but he could at least use it a little to his advantage, "Even if I decide to do things my way, I still need you to get me up to Heaven. If you genuinely want to help, then that's how you can. Just get me to those damned gates."

And then they could part ways and Raz would never have to see him again. Considering the look that he was being given it was obvious that they weren't going to get along whether or not Raz wanted to help him out. The angel standing across from him looked far too sweet and Keiryn had no doubt he wouldn't survive a second in his world. If they had to work together then he had little doubt that Raz would be okay. Maybe he just didn't know the angel well enough, but he currently had no plans on getting to know him to care.

@Fenrir

Abrose halted to a stop as the fallen angel blocked his path, refusing to let his fear get to him, at least for now. He didn't forget that Keiryn was a fallen angel but he still couldn't believe yet that all his good-will was gone. There had to be some moral left if he was going to avenge Alye and find her true killer. Moral yes but possibly not as much as Razielle had, still an angel, still loyal to heaven, no where near as ready to resort to violence to meet a goal, unlike keiryn. And right now, he was the only one standing in Keiryn's way. "You must have misheard when I said you either come with me, or do things alone your way." He said, glaring up at the angel. He could handle this. He's handled worse in the office, what was a slightly pissed off, vengeful fallen angel? H dropped his voice to a low whisper now tha t more people had begun entering tha cafe again.
"You may have nothing else to lose Keiryn but I do. If I bring you in and let you free in heaven demanding God knows what from angels who want nothing to do with you, threatening angels for your own gain, even possibly inciting violence, we both could get kicked out. I lose my angelic ability, and more importantly, I lose the guardiansip I have over my kids, including being a therapist for them. And you, who knows what'll happen to you if you most likely will cget caught. They could send you to hell next, permanently. What good will you do for Alye their, hm? Go to Lucifer and ask him for help?" He huffed a small laugh and shook his head. "If what you say is true I doubt he'd be much help with her murder, assuming he'd help at all."
Raz wanted to shove past and leave the angel behind. Let him find a way to heaven by himself and when he found out just how, for a lack of better words, hellbent, heaven was on security after Alye's murder, see that he had been right. But then what would Raz do with the research. Keiryn had been the only angel he had run into a long while still concerned over Alye's death. Of course the other angels grieved, some more than others, Urielle, Gabriel as well still clung to the case but they had other responsibilities that pushed that concern to the side. If Raz and Keiryn could just speak to either of them and covince them to reopen Alye's case and consider other possibilities, maybe they would have a better grasp of the situation and find other suspects.
"You won't get in their without me." He challeneged, though he wished his voice held the same hard conviction it did in his head. Instead it came out soft, regretfull, slightly pleading but it still rang true. Keiryn would not risk Heaven's safety and security for his own gain, even if it was for Alye. There were other ways. There had to be.