Fukitsuna's Wrath; The Angel-Daemon Alliance

[AmethystDragon]

Alex awoke in a tower tiled with marble and full of shelves with weaponry. How did he get here? He'd just fallen off a cliff and them been impaled by rocks! How was he even alive? Alex stood up.
"Hello," a stern voice said from behind, echoing in the tower. "You are Alex, correct?" Alex turned to see a man's silhouette. He appeared to have a bird nearby him.
"Um, yeah," he stuttered, "That's my name."
"I suppose you have no idea where you are or what you are now."
"Yeah, I have absolutely no cl- wait, what I am now?"
"Yes, I said that. You want to know what you are now, yes?"
"Yeah. I don't feel any different."
"Turn your head to look behind you." Alex did as the man said, and was stunned by what he saw.

He had wings.

The man stepped out of the shadows, revealing that it wasn't a bird nearby him, but the man's own wings. The man wore a dark brown leather coat and black trousers with black shoes, looking much like a detective. Both of their wings were white and feathery, just like that of a...
"I'm a protector." Alex said under his breath.
"Yes," The man said. "But we like to refer to ourselves as Angels. My name is Richard. I guide all the newbies around and show them the ropes. But, first thing's first. Let's get you a weapon. Stand in the center of the tower and close your eyes." Alex obeyed. "Now hold out your hand." Alex outstretched his arm and moved his fingers outward. "Stay there for a moment." Alex waited for several minutes, then heard a bit of clattering from somewhere above. Several seconds later, he felt something touch his palm.
"Open your eyes," Richard ordered. Alex's eyelids opened and he saw a sturdy silver double edged sword, with markings that glowed yellow. He repositioned his hand to the hilt of the sword. It felt almost like a new bone in his arm. Alex slashed at the air a bit, testing it out.
"Now, follow me. I need to tell you and the rest of the new guys something." Richard left the tower along with Alex, and went to a plaza type area. Two other people around the same age group stood there too.
"Ok, last one's here!" Richard said to the people in the plaza. He turned to Alex and said, "Go stand over with them." Alex walked over next to someone else, and watched as Richard went to the front of the group.

(OOC: Ok, Angels and Daemons go through same process with the weapon picking, and go to a plaza. However, Daemons have a red tower and the man's name is Kurt. He dresses the same as Richard. All angels in their plaza, all Daemons in theirs. Ask if you need any clarifications.

 

[Draginja]

Kerri awakens, wondering where she is. She stands slowly, stretching and yawning loudly. "That's odd. Last thing I remember was-" Sitting at the table, eating pancakes. Not her table, not even her breakfast. A man on the floor, his head bleeding. A baseball bat leaning against her chair. Another man rushes out of the bathroom, screaming incoherently. Her mouth too full of food to respond, when he points a gun at her. He pulls the trigger...

And here she is. "About time! How much sleep do you need?" She turns, seeing a large man behind her. "Um, who are-" Shut up!" The man reads from a list. "'Kerri Ames, also called "Rain", age 24...' That must be you."

"Ummmm. yeeeesssss..." "Don't do that! Speak plain, Daemon! Get in line and get a weapon!" "As you command!" Kerri runs over to a shelf, her mind racing. Okay, okay, this is a dream. A bad dream that leads to another dream. Ooh! What's this? She grabs a large crossbow, sliding a clip of bolts into place. "Alright! I wonder if they have breakfast here..." "No! Now get to the plaza!"