altor: (waking up)
Nathaniel 'Nate' Fletcher Williams ([personal profile] altor) wrote in [community profile] voyagers2014-12-23 05:56 pm

[open] brennisteinn.

“I’m sure everything’s fine.”

“I’m just being sure, ma’am.” Nathaniel murmured, pressing the device in his ear.

He wandered carefully down the corridors, not making a sound. Meanwhile, the voice chuckled in his ear. He winced very slightly, he’d done it again, hadn’t he? He sighed silently, shaking his head and continued onward, the laughter finally dying in his ear. But when it spoke again, the voice was still warm with it.

“You really don’t have to call me ‘Ma’am’, Nate.” She told him gently. “Mom will do.”

“Call it force of habit.” He tells her, a small smirk at his lips as he quietly begins opening doors and briefly checking inside before moving on to the next. Why does the apartment have to be so damn big? It’s a meeting in which they’ll be out of the apartment anyway, down in the lobby. Is his mother really going to need all these rooms?

“How much longer?” comes his mother’s voice again.

“Nearly done.” He tells her. “It’s looking good.”

The last door on the right, he’s pretty satisfied with the place. Just this one last room to check. Without a word, he opens the door and steps through. But instead of finding some random office-room or whatever the hell this place needs another room for, he steps out onto the wooden deck of a ship and a cool, sea air hits his lungs instead of the faint, perfumed smell of the apartment.

He blinks, counts to five and slowly draws the sword from its hilt at his side. He lets two huge, dark wings slide out from between his shoulder blades. His spare hand keeps steady on his pistol. He looks around carefully, not moving an inch. His whole body tense to the world around him.

The door slams shut behind him with such a force that he spins and fires a round into it.

He’s a good aim, but even he can’t believe it when not a single mark is left on the wood.

Shit.

He notices the static in his ear. He puts his finger to the device and looks around. "Hello? Can you hear me?" What the fuck is going on here. "...Mom?"

Where the hell is he? "Mom?!"

And now there's a very confused, very annoyed, very heavily armed Archangel standing on the deck. Anyone who knows a certain female red-headed Archangel from Chicago might recognize the sword held in one hand.

Approach with caution, but please feel free to give the guy some help.

[personal profile] gavot 2015-01-01 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"...Whoa there."

That's a lot of weaponry. Rachel is as confused as Nathaniel is, having just been brought to the ship for the very first time. Her hands are extended in front of her in gesture she means no harm, not that she could do much harm when she is weaponless herself.

An angel herself, she can tell Nathaniel is one too right off the bat, and by the looks of it, a skilled one. He was looking for his mother, though, from what she can tell. So he can't be too bad, right?

This guy wouldn't be looking to like, kill his own mom. Right?????
Edited 2015-01-01 22:39 (UTC)