Getting Lost [Open]

[Azrael]

It had been a long time since Azrael had been able to use his legs properly and he had become so board with the same thing happening each day. He got introduced to the 'television', which was a horrid thing, mostly because it hurt his eyes; and he had become fed up of staying on the sofa at Nate & Remi's house. As nice as it was for them to let his stay, he didn't like not moving. He had started walking secretly in the night, a little at a time until he felt confident enough to go outside of the house on his own. He had left the house early in the morning, and was only hoping to leave for an hour or two (he got a watch so that he could finally grasp the concept of earth's time span), but somehow he had gotten lost, and now he was stuck without a hope of getting back. He looked down at himself, he had borrowed a pair of black jeans that felt a little strange against his still bruised legs and a dark blue jumper, but he had totally forgotten to borrow some shoes and his feet felt a little sore.

He sighed, resigning to the fact he was utterly lost and sat on the harbor, looking out at the boats, and the strange men that seemed to be carrying all sorts of things off 'boats'. He wiggled his toes, looking down at them deep in thought before letting out a sigh; he really should have told someone he was going out, he was sure Nate and Remi would be worried about him just leaving without a word. Azrael thought how stupid he had been, going out on his own, and as much as he wanted to ask some of the people around him where he was, and how to get back, he was feeling a little shy, and they all seemed horribly busy. 'Shite... He thought to himself; he had been swearing a lot recently, ever since he fell, and the need to hadn't seemed to have gone; 'Shite, shite, shite, shite, shite.' Yes, Azrael decided he really liked swearing.

"SHITE!" Azrael yelled, making sure to take a lot of air into his lungs. No one around seemed to look, but it certainly made him feel better about his situation.

[Metatron]

The first sensation was that of falling. With the air rushing past him, the actual feeling was much more startling than the fact that he was hurtling towards Earth. It was all such a shock that he froze for a good while until his brain finally screeched at him to flap, to try and slow his fall unless he wanted to become a holy pancake. Three pairs of glittering white wings spread wide, flapping against the air that surged around him in an attempt to regain control, an effort that seemed futile as the land came closer and closer. Still Metatron struggled against it, panic rising as he began to be able to recognize shapes below, lights twinkling as he fell further and further.

All things considered, the Seraph should count himself lucky- he landed in the ocean rather than the ground, hitting the surface with a crack akin to a gun being fired. The panic swelled before a new sensation swept through it, making the angel writhe as he started to sink, air forced from his lungs. It hurt. It hurt! He had never experienced pain but now it danced along his body, particularly his front where he had first landed. How did people endure this? And wait- what was he supposed to be doing? What was this all around him? It hurt his lungs and rocked him about, stung his eyes and made it impossible to see. What was he supposed to do? He wanted to get out of it… The air was up! He had to go up!

His attempts at swimming were rather feeble, limbs twitching sporadically without any clue on how to proceed. After a moment he found that moving his legs a certain way was helping him rise, but it was still a few frantic moments before his head broke through the surface again, allowing him to cough out the salty water as he gulped in air, looking around with stinging eyes. This was Earth? His first impression was far from a good one and he didn’t know what he was supposed to do, where to go. Instead he continued to bob in place in the water, legs working to keep him above the waves as his neck craned about, trying to take in everything around him. There were lights that way, and what were those big things? He had no idea what a boat was but he wanted to find out.

Trying to push aside his pain he made for the boats and shore, gasping and coughing out water as he went. His adrenaline was starting to wear off and he was experiencing a new sensation again- cold. He wanted to be warm again! Why had he been such a fool to get such a punishment?

[Azrael]

Azrael was dragged from his thoughts as he heard a familiar sound, but he couldn't quite place it and he began to look around wildly to find out just what it was. He hadn't thought to look up, and as he heard a splash his eyes were dragged out once again to the water in front of him. He couldn't see much, just bubbles coming to the surface at first but when he started to see what looked like a a human, well, a human shape. As it started to splash closer he began to recognize the familiar shape of wings, and more importantly, just how many there were of them. He has seen few Seraphs in the afterlife, not being a very well traveled angel, but what on earth was it doing on earth?! Weren't they meant to be mindless singers? Surely it couldn't have done anything in that kind of state to piss the wrong people off?

As these questions started to throw themselves around Azrael's mind, he stood up as quickly as he could with still painful legs and started to head towards the part of the shore it was coming to. He would have happily jumped in to help it swim, but as of yet he really wasn't sure how, and it would most likely do more damage than good. He considered shouting, but would the angel hear him? Logic told him yes but from his own experiences of falling he wasn't too sure, he had been rather damaged by the fall and sounds were hard to recognize. "HAY!" He yelled, in the loudest voice he could muster, trying to get the Seraph's attention. "Over here! Come on!" Azrael defiantly wasn't used to yelling, and his voice felt horrid when he did, so he tried to be loud, without actually yelling at all. He started to wonder what he would do next, as the angel kept coming closer to where he was. He hadn't brought any spare clothes with him, just the shirt and jumper he was wearing, he hoped that would be enough and as he got even closer Azrael tried to haul him out as best he could with his legs still shaking and looked down at him.

"Hay, it's alright, I'm going to help you!" Azrael made sure his voice was calm, and comforting, as he often did and looked him over. He was no doctor like Nate, and had no idea if the other man was injured, but he would at least try and warm him up whilst telling him it would be okay.

[Metatron]

Metatron's ears were buzzing after his impact with the ocean, but he didn't really notice it as out of the usual- well, any more than he did anything else. He was too used to hearing nothing but singing, anything else sounded foreign to him. Still, he thought he could hear something above the droning in his head, and he tried to flail towards where he thought it was coming from. Luck was on his side as he actually managed to flounder in the right direction, the waves pushing him along.

Still, by the time he reached the shore he was gasping for breath and shaking, his chest burning with each movement. He could only give a low moan of agony as he was pulled the rest of the way out and didn't move when the other stopped, wings flopping out to each side of him as he dropped his face in to the sand. Huh, he couldn't breathe this stuff either... But it tickled, clinging to his wet form. He liked this sensation much better than any of the others he had endured so far, he decided, but shifted his head to the side so he could peer up at his savior.

He was surprised at the presence of wings on the other's back, but the other seemed like he was concerned about him. Metatron instantly felt a lot safer than before, even though his body still ached terribly- he had hit the water hard enough to leave quite the bruise, as well as an injured ankle and ribs. At least his wings had managed to keep relatively safe, though they were quite waterlogged now...

[Azrael]

Azrael looked at the forming bruises and made a slight hiss, they looked a lot like the ones on his legs, and if he was right, they were painful. He pulled the other man onto the right side, making sure he could breath easier and looked around for something, anything that might help him get the other man more warm. Not seeing anything he sighed, using the sleeves of his jumper to dry him off as best he could, avoiding not only the injured parts, but the rather more sensitive areas too, no point trying since he had learned that was rather rude. He helped Metatron sit up, this would be an easier position to breath from, and it would give Azrael a chance to look the rest of him over, to check he wasn't bleeding and took off his own jumper, offering it to the other angel. "It'll give you some warmth."

He hadn't thought that the other man might not know how to dress himself, or how to bring his own wings in to make it easier, but he thought it was a nice gesture, to try and comfort him with. "My names Azrael." Was all he could muster now, Az had never been much of a talker in the afterlife and since he had arrived he hadn't changed, far too set in his ways to do so. It was at this point he really started to wish he had told Nate or Remi to come with him, show him around, at least then there would be someone there to help them both find somewhere better in terms of safety. Az was sure Nate mentioned taking injured people to the hospital, but how was he meant to know where the damn thing was?! "Shite..." He whispered to himself, feeling a little too useless right now.

[Metatron]

Metatron stayed still as the other pushed him on to one side, rather happy to be off his poor chest. Relief was a weird feeling he decided, and tried to file the information away for further reference but was distracted by the feeling of fabric against his skin. He gave a slight little jolt that made the pain flare up again and gave a gritted moan of pain against it, the aches making him temporarily forget how to talk. When did pain /stop/ already? He was just regaining his thoughts as he was moved to sit, and took the moment to gaze around, looking quite lost. Earth was so strange looking, he had to survive here until Judgement Day? How could he possibly survive?

He snapped his attention back to Azrael as the other spoke, taking the jumper numbly. He hadn't watched the other take it off but he figured the sleeves were for his arms and slipped the jumper on... Backwards. Not that he cared, it was just nice to feel something dry against his skin again! He had started to worry he'd be wet and cold forever... "M'name is Metatron." Speaking still felt a bit weird to him and he fumbled on the words as they came out. He stared up at Azrael with a look that suited lost little puppies- he had no idea what to do, but Azrael obviously did! More than he did anyways, and that was enough for Metatron for the moment. "Where are we..? What's this?" He patted the sand, scooping up a handful and watching it spill between his fingers. Whatever it was, he /liked/ it.

[Azrael]

Azrael could only smile at the other man getting dressed, at least he had it on, and he didn't really care about much else. He looked around too as Metatron did, he wondered if the other angel would be able to walk, knowing full well his legs in such a fragile state wouldn't be able to carry both him and the other angel. He really wished he hadn't tried to land on his feet when he had arrived, he'd feel so much more useful than he did now. He nodded as the other told him his name, not really knowing what else to say to him and he could only smile more at the look in his eyes, Az thought this angel looked even more confused than he had been before, but then again, he was a Seraph; not something that looked like he could take care of itself. In the afterlife he had never had contact with any of them, so wasn't really sure what to expect.

Azrael felt horrid when Metatron asked him the next question, unable to answer him because he had wondered here by accident, becoming lost very quickly once he had. "It's sand." At least he knew that, and it made him feel relatively better about the whole situation. "I don't know where we are... I'm lost." He admitted, going a little bit red in the cheeks. He didn't want to talk, not at all, especially now he felt as if he didn't know anything, and he would be no help at all to the other angel. He shivered, feeling a little cold against his now bare chest and stood back up, looking around to try and get some kind of baring to where on this damn earth they might be now. His legs ached though, which to a normal person meant they had walked far, but Az was sure it was just because they were still bruised. All he could see was sand. Sand, boats, the sea, a few men still loading things onto the boats, and slightly in the distance there were a few houses. Azrael thought. He thought for a few moments in complete silence, looking as if he wasn't breathing. Houses meant people, and people meant help, and help meant finding their way to somewhere safer.

[Metatron]

Lost. He hadn't had any experience with being lost, had Azrael? Metatron looked down again, playing with the sand for a long moment as he tried to think. Thinking was still a rather new experience for him, he had never felt any desires of his own before... It was confusing but at the base of it was a certain happiness that he couldn't figure out. He was hurt and on earth, why would he have anything to be happy about? Though things could have started off worse he supposed; he had been fortunate enough to fall close to another angel.

He jolted out of his thoughts when the other rose and he fumbled to do it himself, limbs jerking in random directions for a moment as he tried to get them to do what he wanted. He'd never had to use his hands before, move his arms or legs- his whole existence had been spent flying in place. The seraph finally managed to figure out that as long as he propped himself up with an arm he could use his legs to push himself up and he was rather pleased with himself as he wiggled his toes in the sand. It felt nice, but he was beginning to realize that it could also itch, especially on his back. He reached behind him to brush between his sets of wings awkwardly but realized that the action caused more pain in his chest so he did his best to ignore his back. "Is there a way to get... Unlost? Do you remember what direction you came from? Maybe if we walk that way you can see something familiar." He thought he was being quite clever with that idea, and he looked to Azrael for confirmation, gaze hopeful. "Are you here on Earth alone? If not, is there a way to contact your friends?" He was just full of good ideas! Such a shame he had never gotten to come up with them before now.

[Azrael]

Azrael smiled at the other angel, rather pleased he had got himself up and made sure to stick close in case he fell, or even to steady him. "I think we should walk that way... if you can?" he asked, looking at metatron strangely, wondering just what the two of them would look like wandering into the town, both now half naked and still rather injured. What a dilemma, Az hates feeling embarrassed, and although he had noticed Remiel had no problem with being naked, or showing off his lower half, he himself had never really enjoyed the staring. With a careful bare foot forwards he started to walk, very slowly to make sure the other angel could keep up and stay close enough to make sure he wouldn't fall down. He knew that Seraphs were not the type to walk around.

"I am currently staying with another angel... and a human Doctor." Az smiled, thinking of the two of them, who had so happily taken him in for the past few days and who had been so loving towards each other, and he had made another friend in the blonde angel who had followed him into Remiel's house only minutes later. "I'll remember where they live eventually... I've met two angels down here so far." His voice was rather quiet, and he made sure to look straight ahead rather than to the other angel, mostly to try and recognize something.

[Metatron]

"I can walk, I think. Well, uh, I can try." It couldn't be that hard, right? He just had to move one leg at a time while keeping his weight on his still leg, it was simple enough. His first few steps were a bit stiff and awkward and he teetered a bit on the uneven sand before regaining his balance. He wasn't at all concerned with his nudity, unaware that it was something he should have been self-conscious about; he was more worried about how cold his lower half was.

He paused to fluff out his wings, twitching them to remove any moisture that remained before he wrapped the lowest set around his waist. "There are /two/ other angels here! Wow, I wonder why so many of us landed here... What are their names? And what is a human? ..Or a doctor for that matter. Is it an earth thing?" He paused, looking around as he shuffled forward with his awkward stride. "And do you think it's very far? I feel sorta odd. I'm shaking and I don't know why and I can't stop it." He didn't recognize what shivering was, but he didn't like the sensation at all.

[Azrael]

Azrael made sure he stood close to Metatron, making sure he didn't touch him, but he'd be close enough to catch him if he fell with his first few stumbling steps. He wasn't used to talking a lot, but since he had fallen Remiel and Nate had spoke a lot, and expected him to do the same and he was learning to open up a little more to those around him. "Remiel and Dagiel, and a human are the things we angel were created for. His favourites." Az sounded a little bitter when he said the last part, being a little jealous of all the love these mortal creatures had received and the forgiveness that was given to them so freely, while he hadn't been even given a chance. He gave a soft sigh and turned to look slightly at the other angel, feeling a little embarrassed that he couldn't give all the answers to what he wanted to know, he knew something about this world, because he learned quickly, but he still felt rather stupid.

"Doctors help people who are hurt, or in pain, make you feel better." He started to look around and started to recognize things around them, mostly because he had been shown a little bit of the city. They were near the hospital, which in Azrael's mind was a good thing. Nate might be there, or if not, someone to help his new little friend. "This way..." He smiled, starting it feel a little better, knowing he was being somewhat helpful now. His legs had started to ache again, and he hoped someone there might be able to help him too.

[Metatron]

"Oh." Metatron hadn't known that his Lord played favorites, but he supposed it made sense. You made all these things, of course there would be one you liked more than the rest. He didn't notice the bitterness from the other angel, busy marveling at everything around them. "Who made all these things? Was it the Lord?" Who else could create such things? He wanted to run over and touch the buildings but he forced himself to stay near Azrael. The other didn't look so impressed by everything after all, he didn't want to look silly.

"Oh, doctors sound very nice. I do hope we find one soon, I don't like being hurt. How do they make you feel better? Is it some sort of magic?" The seraph didn't realize that his companion was having difficulty with all his questions, but he did notice when the other smiled and instantly imitated him as another question came to mind. "So, Azrael... Why did you fall? If you want to answer... If not, just ignore me." He was rather curious though, Azrael seemed nice! What could he have done to deserve punishment?

[Azrael]

Azrael looked around at the buildings and kept walking slowly towards where he thought the hospital might be. Why had people built such a maze in which to get lost in, but hopefully it wouldn't take too long to get there, it had to be around here somewhere. "Humans built these, to live and work in." He smiled softly, thinking about how he didn't work anymore, it pleased him to know he didn't have to do such boring things each day over. "Doctors live at the hospital though!" Az added, thinking about it quickly, as far as he was aware, Nate practically lived at the hospital, and there were nurses there too, all the time, so surely they must live there? He made a mental note to ask the two men he lived with later on, to make sure he hadn't got it wrong. "I'm not sure how it works, but they can make pain go away with these things called pills that you have to swallow." He wondered if Metatron had ever swallowed anything in his life, most likely not since Az himself had only just had the experience.

He looked at the other angel, a slight look of guilt and shame coming over his face when he mentioned falling. He had started to feel bad about swearing at people again, he hated guilt. "I was a little rude... well... very rude. I was the quiet sort, and when I got angry it was unexpected..." Az was quiet, and his walking pace became even slower.