Who: Marion and Ken (aka, Haziel and M'ken) What: Post-battle talks When: Evening, after her run-in with Gus Where: The Tower of Fitness, studio Rating: PG-13? Status: Incomplete
Marion maintained her smile easily, even after she left Gus's company on her route to find Ken. Only when she climbed the stairs toward the studio where she knew he was did it start to fade into something a bit more neutral. Nothing for show, nothing concealed; just the business that was on her mind that drained a lot of the normal mirth from her expression. Despite what she had shown to Gus, and to each student in her class, and their parents for conferences recently, there was a heavy weight sitting on her heart because of what had happened in the fields outside of town, only days before.
A taste of what was going to come; fleeting images that were very similar to those she'd had eons ago, when she manipulated the hand of a young girl, and foretold the end of the celestial world. The blood of her brothers and sisters mixed with that of Hell, soaking the frozen ground. It had been a skirmish that escalated until dawn and mutual practicality ceased the bloodshed; neither side wanted to yield the ground, but neither could they risk being discovered. It was still early.
Haziel had been the Guardian of the town's borders, standing sentinel at the edge of the battle and warding off demons that thought to take advantage of the chaos and go after the humans within. She was created as a Guide and Defender - she could fight when engaged, but her Purpose superseded violence unless it was absolutely necessary. Still, it had broken her heart to see her brethren slain. She had seen M'Ken at the heart of the fray, and thanked the silent Lord that he was unscathed. It was with him that she was to work beside, to plan with strategic caution around the fragile inhabitants of Babylon, so that when Heaven prevailed, most would not be caught in the middle.
Her coat still slung over her arms when she entered the mat-floored studio, Marion's smile returned when she saw him organizing the weight shelf - likely a class had just ended.
"Hello Brother," she started in grace. Oh, how she wished this meeting had not been tainted by the happenings of last week. She could see his heavy heart as well.