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    OOC: Trigger warnings because the first paragraph briefly describes torture. Also, Niall gave me permission to play her character in flashbacks.


    It was late in the evening and Michael was sitting at the end of camp, thinking about his childhood as he absentmindedly puffed on his cigarette. How far away it seemed. Michael felt like he had been alive for centuries. He was aware that the feeling only settled after he was captured by demons and...endlessly tortured. They took what was most important from him. At the time, he believed that they took Christahel away from him. When they were attacked, he saw Christahel get shoved into the water below him and he didn't see him surface in the few seconds that passed. Then the demons turned on him and before Michael knew it, he was trying to hold his vomit in as he felt them ruthlessly tear away at his wings. Without him wanting to, his thoughts flashed back to when they were kids.


    "Michael, I hate water!"


    "Seriously? It's what we need to live, Christahel! We die without it!"


    "I don't mean it like that! I just...it's scary."


    A silence. "You don't know how to swim?"


    "Do you know how to swim, Micha?"


    The last word made Michael's heart flutter and he almost choked on his breath, smoke streaming out of his mouth. He would give anything to hear Christahel call him that again, whether it be in a pained scream or in a stubborn tone of voice. Another thought led to another and Michael found himself remembering what games they played as children whenever they weren't stuck training. He missed it. He missed the friends they played with, he missed their instructors, and he especially missed everyone's laughter.


    That was it. He had to relive his childhood once again, at least for a couple of minutes. He had to feel like himself again otherwise he'd go crazy under this persona.


    "Would anyone like to play a game that us angels used to play when we were kids? It's very easy so anyone would be able to join. It may not be a new game to some since some of you might have played it when you were children. It was merely popular when Christahel and I were children." Michael called, settling down in the center of camp. [/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor= ; border: 0px; color: #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px;width: 400px;min-height: 100px][justify]Redcarpet arrived, curious. She had never really interacted with Michael before but thought that perhaps this would be fun. Though she would be a bit cautious because of how Sassafras had reacted when he joined. "What's the game?" she would ask, curiosity peaking especially once he mentioned that it was a game that angels used to play. Red was, unknowingly, a half-angel. Yet she was not at all familiar with anything that had to do with them.
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    Damn it, Sassafras almost forgot that this guy was still here. It was such a downer, especially since he was in a rather good mood today. Well, he might as well kiss his good mood goodbye because Michael managed to find him and was now acting as if he lived in the clan for years already. Visibly scowling, Sassafras made his way over, his movements slow compared to how he normally walked to games, which was usually with an air of confidence. This time, the atmosphere around him was different. "Don't call me that anymore. I already told you not to. Just shut up and call me Sassafras. We're not kids anymore." Sassafras hissed to Michael. The last statement was said in such a way that it was almost considered to be depressing. No one wanted to say those words with a bitter and longing tone.


    Then he remembered that Michael mentioned a game that they played when they were children. Sassafras's ocean blue eyes sparked with interest and his bitter expression changed into one of curiosity. He couldn't help but wonder what type of game it was, since they played multiple types of games. Sassafras had a couple of favorites and he wondered if Michael would choose them, but he pushed those thoughts away. Michael wasn't who he used to be and Sass doubted that he would do anything to make him happy. If anything, he was making his life absolutely miserable so far. "Which game? We've played thousands." Sassafras scoffed, clearly trying his best to keep mad at his former partner yet not fully able to hide his curiosity.


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    Aw, such a little amount of people. Michael wasn't sure if this game would end up working with the amount. It was a game that required quite an amount of participants and without the said amount, it might not end up being as fun. Michael donned a concerned expression, the corners of his mouth twitching to form a frown. He refused to allow the frown to form and merely shook his head as if brushing the thought away for next time.


    "I'll call you whatever I want, Christahel." Michael softly cooed to his former partner before giving a polite nod to those who claimed they were interested. "The game involves running, hiding, and some rough-housing, so please be aware of that before playing. If you are unable to play for any reasons, please do tell me and I'll make an accommodation." He spoke in a calm, gentle, and informative tone of voice, like a parent speaking to a child. He continued with the same tone, small clouds of smoke streaming from his mouth, "As for the game itself, there are two sides. The sides are called Angels and Demons. If you are unaware, demons are the worst threat to angels. They have been known to torture, manipulate, and even kill angels.


    Those in the angel side are the runners in this game. They are the prey to the predator, so to speak. For example, if you are on the angel side, you must try your best to keep from being captured by someone on the demon side. Means of avoiding capture include hiding and running. Now, listen, those who wish to join the angel side. Anything light pink are considered to be bases. Demons can't get you if you're touching them. Light pink flowers are your way to go if you wish to be safe, but keep in mind that you can't stay there forever. It would ruin the fun. Similarly to that, demons cannot hover over you near bases. They are more than welcome to watch angels but once an angel leaves a base, they must give them a five-second headstart.


    Now, those who want to join the demon side, you have your advantages, too. If you manage to find a feather from any type of bird, you can use it to make a base null and void. You can also capture angels. Once you successfully touch an angel whether they be running or hiding, they are immediately yours and cannot run away from you. However, for those who plan on being angels, that isn't game over for you, so please don't worry if it happens. Another angel may tag you in order to free you. If an angel doesn't, then tough luck. There is no way to escape yourself.


    There are winners on each side. On the angel side, the angel that gets captured the least amount of times wins. On the demon side, the demon that captures the most angels wins. Angels that escape count, as well, as long as you make the initial capture. Any questions or are we free to choose teams?


    Speaking of teams, I'll join the demon side. There must be an equal amount of participants on each team, keep that in mind as you choose."


    OOC: In case anyone is confused, I made a quick list of the game and how it works. If you have any questions, please ask!


    ANGEL SIDE
    • The runners of the game. They run away and hide from the demon side.
    • Anything light-pink colored is considered a base for them. In this case, it's light-pink flowers. Once an angel is in contact with the flowers, they cannot be captured by a demon.
    • Once captured by a demon, they belong to the demon and are not allowed to run or hide anymore. They simply stand where the demon tells them to. HOWEVER, a captured angel can be helped. For example, another angel can tag them and the said captured angel is freed.


    DEMON SIDE
    • The chasers of the game. They attempt to catch the angels.
    • They CANNOT hover over a base. They are allowed to watch from a distance. If an angel runs from the base, they must also give the angel a five-second headstart.
    • There is a circumstance where demons are able to make a base null and void. If they manage to find a single feather from any type of bird and they continue to hold it throughout the game, any base is null and void for them and they can capture angels in bases. Once they lose the feather, though, that advantage is no longer open to them.
    • Once they capture an angel, that angel basically belongs to them. A CAPTURED ANGEL DOES NOT BECOME A DEMON. It's merely a point, so to speak.


    HOW TO WIN
    • On the angel side, the winner is the one who gets captured the least.
    • On the demon side, the winner is the one who captures the most angels. Whether they stay captured or not doesn't matter, as long as they capture an angel successfully.[/fancypost]

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    Sassafras arched an invisible eyebrow at Michael's response to what he can call him and he opened his mouth to loudly protest. However, before anything was able to come out, Michael began to explain the game and Sassafras quickly shut his mouth, suddenly interested in hearing what it was about. From the first couple of sentences, he was able to understand what it was. Oh, he remembered playing that game quite a bit in his childhood. He remembered it being a ton of fun and he was always on the angel side no matter what as a result of his opinion of demons. Even as a kid, he despised demons with all of his heart and wouldn't dare join their side, even in a simple and most likely meaningless game. It wasn't technically his fault for hating demons so much, since they were often spoken about in a negative manner and they caused a lot of trouble for Sassafras in the past. Part of Sassafras was also bitter about what they did to Michael, although he would never admit it now.


    A small pout of defeat formed and the angel let out a small sigh. He didn't particularly like Michael but he felt like it had been years since he played this game. He'd do it for the nostalgia. Perhaps it would be nice to feel like he was a kid again despite his earlier protests. "I'll choose the angel side, too," Sassafras said. The reason for him choosing that team was because Michael was on the demon side and there was no way that he was going to be on the same team as that guy. Plus, as said before, he always chose the angel side as a kid and old habits died hard.


    / ic opinions!


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    However this was the only chance she'd gotten to interact with Michael, and she needed to find out more about him. After all there was just something off about him. Something she hadn't quite figured out yet. If this is what it took to find out more about him, then she'd do it. "Demon." The feline replied nonchalantly.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    "I'll just watch for now," Weddingbells was interested in playing the game, though her heart was set on being an angel, mostly due to the fact she had just recently discovered that she herself was from what some could describe as heaven. It seemed that weddingbells didn't recall those memories until very recently, although she still didn't understand why not. Nothing made sense until her wings began to unfurl from her sides, reaching out with great length, the features appearing very similar to that of an owl. She admired her wings and although she somehow kept them disguised against her sides.


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    [fancypost bgcolor= ; border: 0px; color: #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px;width: 400px;min-height: 100px][justify]"Same," she would say after Weddingbells. She hated playing games. She was glad that they didn't force her to participate. When she was a kid, all the others puppies she was friends with always forced her to play games. She hated it because they weren't fun and she always lost.
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