Angel and Timothy (post-Bl2)

Needed some solid character designs for Rise to Grace 2

w e a k.              I hate that feeling.

Angel had her headphones in and was messing around on her computer. She had some school work to get done, but nothing absolutely urgent.

Now that her eridium addiction was seemingly under control, she was able to focus on more things kids her age liked...and disliked; school being one of them.

If she was being honest, she thought it was beneath her. Her siren abilities allowed her almost complete access to the web along with a plethora of other knowledge not readily available to the normal person. She enjoyed some attention here and there, but not being strong armed into doing other peoples work and group projects by herself.

Hearing the faint knocking of a door over her music gave her pause and she pulled her headphones down to hang around her neck. "Yeah, come on in," Angel called out as she finished typing a sentence.

When her dad finally entered the room she shut the lid of the laptop to give him her full attention. "What's up dad? Everything okay?"

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They always say that you shouldn't burn too many bridges, something or another about needing to use them one day.

Jack didn't think he'd quite grasped the concept.

Having had squeezed the life from the last dig site supervisor that wasn't stationed yet, he was having to go himself. Back down into the lion's den of Pandora.

Except for lions, it was just absolutely deranged idiots who's ideas of good times were things like blowing each other up and skag racing. / He was partial to placing a bet from time to time, however. When in Rome... /

It left the issue, however, of what to do with Angel while he was away. He didn't want to leave her alone, but he didn't trust any of his pea-brained employees to keep an eye on her. His PA, the most, but she was already swamped.

Jack's knuckles gently tapped at Angel's bedroom door, and he cleared his throat, "Kiddo? You got a sec?"

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I can’t forget                         

                                I won’t forgive

Was looking at a 3D model of Angel for drawing refs and I realized her hair isn’t even shaved into an undercut style, someone (presumably Jack) literally just hacked at it :/

And you can see how the implants are concave and dip into her skull. Which led me to going looking for that BL3 X-Ray image, and I found this:

So...the implants damaged her brain, and made it harder for her to perform the single hobby she could still express herself through (drawing)

😢

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✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

hard-hitting q’s for character development… 

does your muse trust their instincts? 

what is an action your muse regrets NOT taking? 

would your muse risk themselves to save another?

would your muse kill someone if it meant saving another life?

could your muse cut ties with a loved one for the greater good?

would your muse be able to survive alone, in the wild, for a week? 

what does your muse consider their comfort zone, ie. safest place? 

if your muse became immortal, would they view it as a blessing or curse?

what does your muse consider the greatest challenge they’ve overcome? 

what does your muse consider the challenge they could never overcome?

does your muse see themselves as a pessimist or optimist? somewhere in between? 

does your muse believe in the idea of an afterlife? what does their ideal version look like?  

if your muse could redo one moment in their childhood, what would it be and how would they change it?

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Angel nodded slightly after listening to him talk for a while. It felt nice to finally hear her father so remorseful; to finally hear him say that it wasn’t her fault. Of course, he’s been saying it ever since they got back to Helios. However, this time just felt…different. Maybe it was because she was sick and he was on the verge of tears. It just sounded so much more genuine.

“I promise, Dad,” she spoke as she gently shook his hand. Her grip was weak, even using all her strength she was still barely able to squeeze tight enough. “I’m going to take a nap,” she yawned.

After Jack left the room to talk to the doctor all hell broke loose. Within minutes, alarms were sounding and nurses and doctors were rushing into the siren’s room. If he looked in, he could see his daughter being hooked up to multiple machines and a nurse performing CPR.

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Angel couldn’t help the tears that fell. Now that Jack was actually acknowledging her lack of control at a young age, she couldn’t help the waterworks. She breathed deeply, trying to keep herself from having a panic attack as she just held his hand and his jacket.

“I-I didn’t….I didn’t mean to kill her. I didn’t want to kill her,” she sobbed brokenly.

The more he said that it wasn’t her fault the more real it felt. Maybe it wasn’t actually her fault. Maybe things just…happen.

Angel cried like that for a while, feeling exhausted once she finally regained her composure. “I-I want to come home. I don’t want to be here anymore,” she whimpered as she fought against sleep.

“Hey, baby, I know. I know you didn’t and-…” Jack hated that even he felt himself getting a little choked up, “And she knew you didn’t. Okay? I don’t- no one blames you. I promise. It was… It was a bad situation, but she would’ve preferred that you were safe over her.”

All he did while she cried was hold her hand, eyes set on the too-white wall but not particularly focused. He didn’t want to stare at her, not while she was crying, he probably would’ve started, too. But, he still wanted to be present. For all the times he wasn’t.

“I’ll… Get some more sleep, okay? I’ll talk to your doctors, see if we can’t figure somethin’ out, hm?” Jack carefully got to his feet, setting his laptop back on his chair but never releasing Angel’s hand, “I’m sure I’ve got enough medical experience to keep you alive at home, right? We’ll get you sorted out, don’t worry, Angel.”

He decided not to mention that his ‘medical experience’ consists of patching up bullet holes, giving himself stitches, and finding veins. She didn’t need to know.

“Just… Just promise me you’ll get a little more rest here, first, and that the second you start feeling even a little weird you’ll tell me.” Jack held out his other hand, “Shake on it, c'mon.”

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Angel was...confused. Maya was able to imprint on objects? She was able to imprint on objects? Since when could she do that. She scrunched her nose slightly as she listened to Krieg speak. "I...I'm not sure what you're talking about. I've never...imprinted on anything as far as I'm aware," she spoke.

"If I have...then I suppose I was doing so unconsciously. My powers sometimes tend to do that, especially in my early years of having them and the first few in the control core. Only when I got a good grasp on the reach of my abilities did I finally start understanding things," she hummed lightly.

Leaning back in her chair, the siren tapped her chin with an index finger as she thought. This opened up so many new possibilities. A thought suddenly occurred to her and she sat up a little straighter, her posture becoming more tense. "Wait...how did you find out about me doing that...?"

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Krieg had been ambushed by some CoV and was now going over them for loot. It was something he had gotten use to. Psycho Krieg would tear through anyone who tried to kill them, and then Sane Krieg would loot them. And this time it was twenty of them. Defiantly something he would have liked help with, but they were dead and he was still breathing. That's all that mattered. But he had to patch himself up a bit.

So he walked to the nearest building and began pounding on the door. "Hey! I'm sorry to bother you if anyone lives here, but I'm wounded. I just need a Hypo or some bandages and I'll be out of your hair!" But he figured he knew how this would go. The resident would either be a bandit waiting to kill him, or the person would think he's a psycho and try to kill him.

Guardian Angel

She deserved better

|| I have returned! The reason I was gone for so long is mostly due to school and because I broke my keyboard lol. I finally got a new one so I will hopefully be more active on here!

Angel was surprised as he surged forward and wrapped his arms around her. She smiled slightly once the shock wore off, gently wrapping her arms around him in return. "I, honestly, am not that surprised that you have regained some semblance of who you once were. I'm just...sad that I couldn't help you figure everything out sooner," she spoke somberly.

When Krieg moved away and sat back down, the siren stood and went to grab them both a glass of water. Once she returned, she handed him the glass and sighed tiredly. "I know how you feel. I wish I could have told you everything sooner...that is one of the many regrets I still have."

@hyperions-angel

Krieg had been ambushed by some CoV and was now going over them for loot. It was something he had gotten use to. Psycho Krieg would tear through anyone who tried to kill them, and then Sane Krieg would loot them. And this time it was twenty of them. Defiantly something he would have liked help with, but they were dead and he was still breathing. That's all that mattered. But he had to patch himself up a bit.

So he walked to the nearest building and began pounding on the door. "Hey! I'm sorry to bother you if anyone lives here, but I'm wounded. I just need a Hypo or some bandages and I'll be out of your hair!" But he figured he knew how this would go. The resident would either be a bandit waiting to kill him, or the person would think he's a psycho and try to kill him.

me when angels death is talked about or even mentioned period.

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