Henceforth, I will limit my OOC posting to the extent of speaking only when completely necessary.
Will post soon as Arcterael.
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A brief hint was all that was required. A small feeling of discomfort and unease alerted the Archangel to a potentially unwelcome guest. It flashed for only an instant, but it sufficed.
"Do you sense that, Vaderael?"
"No, sir; what troubles you?"
"How many prisoners are there currently being held in the Cells?"
"Only one, Xanriel."
"What does the Law stipulate concerning the maximum number of occupants per Cell?"
"Only one sir, of course; what is the matter?"
"Come with me, swiftly; we must pay a visit to the Singer."
Though flight was not usually necessarily in Heaven, Arcterael, with the gravest sense of urgency lifted himself off the ground and directed himself towards the Prison Complex at the greatest speed he could currently muster, the Chief Guardian of the Peace following closely behind.
The Guardians at the Gates of Dusk wordlessly stepping aside to permit their passage, they passed swiftly into the Cells area and stopped before Xanriel's chamber.
"Sir, I sense no abnormal presence."
"Then it is because he knows how to conceal himself very well. Presently, even I could not perceive his energy."
The Archangel glared directly into Xanriel's eyes, mentally communicating, "I know you are there. Do not think to hide."
And then, they departed.
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He attempted to relax in the Gardens of Serenity, the Sun shining brilliantly above, birds in merry song. But he could not, at least not until he managed to muster conclusive evidence for the existence of the abnormal presence earlier in the day. The position of the Sun was indicating the Noontide, and he prepared to receive his pupil.
