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Samandriel is broken (ofimagination) wrote in childofeden_rp,
@ 2014-05-16 20:44:00

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character: clint barton, character: samandriel, location: mitchell house, |week: 14

WHO: Samandriel & Clint
WHEN: Week 14, Friday, late morning-early afternoon
WHERE: Mitchell's
WHY: Samandriel needs to prepare for his time with Carrick and the only person he remotely trusts to be capable and frank with him is his sister's demon.
WARNING: Will update as needed!

The only people who knew his plan were Mitchell and Carrick, and the only one who knew the whole of it was Samandriel himself. He would keep it that way until everything fell into place, until all the pieces on the board were exactly where they needed to be for him to sit back and smugly declare checkmate to no one at all.

There was a problem, of course, and that had so much to do with the fact that Carrick was right. Samandriel had never experienced the kind of pain that the vampire intended to give him. He had some idea of what he was going up against. After all, he'd had combat training, knew how to take injuries to various degrees of severity without making a sound. There were differences in what a human body could handle versus an angelic one, but those differences were fairly equal to what an angel could dole out to another angel.

He wouldn't involve his sister at all in this. Her temper was legendary, and she'd probably just try to work out a way to do this without Samandriel having to be with Carrick at all. The young angel, for his part, wanted Carrick thinking he'd won only to completely pull that out from underneath him. It'd be a messy victory, but it'd be worth it.

The only other being he knew who could speak like that was the demon his sister was attached to. The one good thing about demons was that they lied. He hoped that if he divulged some of his plan to Clint that he might do him the courtesy of keeping it from his sister. He did, after all, know of the cunning and strength of angels. Clint might be inclined to trust him or at least trust him to make his own decisions, which was more than his sister was prone to.

So he texted the demon, invited him over because he needed his assistance with a particular problem. He didn't think Clint would refuse him, but the demon was distant and terse, hard to read without the benefit of the very Grace he was so close to getting back. He wasn't sure the man was going to show right up until the knock came at the door at the appointed time.

The lowered gaze and formality with which Samandriel answered the door was more out of respect for Clint and the uneasy footing they were on with each other than it was him attempting to practice being 'good' for Carrick. He had no intention of doing anything but giving that particular vampire the fight he'd clearly come to expect.

"Master Barton," he said, stepping aside to let the man in, let those keen eyes scan the room to ensure that this wasn't a trap if he so wished.

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demonarcher
2014-05-17 02:10 am UTC (link)

"Samandriel," the demon replied, politely, his expression openly curious. His hands were behind his back as he entered the house. He'd been inside it before, but the text message had indicated he should come alone, which was surprising to say the least. He couldn't for the life of him figure out what the angel could want with him alone, but he was keen to find out.

"Your Master is not at home?" he inquired, once inside, his gaze settling on the young man.

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ofimagination
2014-05-17 02:19 am UTC (link)

Samandriel shut the door behind the demon and shifted into as easy a stance as he could. "No, sir," he said, finding it no trouble at all to speak to Clint with that kind of respect when he had to bite it out for a certain ancient vampire.

"He's off...helping." Or trying to. Mitchell volunteering seemed to result in more frustration than actual help for anyone involved. His master tried. It was good. "I thought it best if we spoke alone anyway." Or did more than that, depending on the demon's mood and willingness to help the angel out. "Would you like anything to drink?"

	demonarcher 2014-05-17 02:30 am UTC (link)
	Clint smirked, though there was no malice behind it. Really, his entire demeanor was casual, and curious. Open. He had no intention of hurting Samandriel, or even scaring him, really. That wasn't what got him off. "That depends," he began, his eyes flicking over the boy's form. "Are you going to ask me to do something that will make me thirsty?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	demonarcher 2014-05-17 11:31 pm UTC (link)
	Clint paced the small space and dragged his fingers through his hair. "Master," he repeated, derisively, though it was directed at himself, not at the boy. "You know my story?" he asked. "You have angelic memory, I presume. You know who I am. Who I was, before becoming...this?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ofimagination 2014-05-18 07:18 pm UTC (link)
	Samandriel looked down at his glass and listened to Clint speak. He didn't understand, not completely. Perhaps at some point, he might, but now...Now it was all so foreign that he couldn't grasp it. "So Hell was a relief in a way, at least at first. A homecoming almost." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	demonarcher 2014-05-18 08:19 pm UTC (link)
	Clint raised an eyebrow as the angel seemed to have some sort of epiphany. None of his business, maybe, but it was interesting to note. "It's not on you, angel," he replied, since the apology begged some sort of response. "I no more blame you than blame Natasha. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)