You walk into the Armory, not really caring about the mission, just praying for a vacation. Eventually you finish getting your armor on and pushing a pair of blood red shades on your face. You unfold your wings and take off just circling the sky when a message strikes your brain the same way the first did.
"Hey.. Angela... Angela... Council says to reinstate your essence.. It might be fun just to mess up some thoughts on this trip." You suck your teeth and block out the message. You blink a few times as you begin riding the flow of natural essence. It's a extremely arousing feeling becoming one with the entire angel population. All their thoughts and feelings merge with yours for a brief moment as you become pure light and vanish from Elysium. A sharp feeling of pain passes through your body as you reform on a completely different world. You look around and notice the subtle differences between Sol-3 and Elysium. You think of just forgetting the job and living your life on earth as you catch a putrid stench. You keel over as the smell ravages your nostrils. Following the horrible aroma you eventually come across a High School.
You step up to the school and look around. There is no one in the yard so it has to be after 12 noon. Hopping over the school gate you look around and pull in your wings. Looking around you tap a button on your shades and see a projection of what you look like at the moment. "Hmm.. passable." You look like a young teen. Long Red flowing hair, Black Rimmed glasses on. A black skirt, with red roses on it and a white button down with bleach white rosettes around the collar. You could actually pass for a human, in this state. Pressing a second button on your shades you feel a backpack appear on your back. Stepping towards the school again you are struck with a hard blow to the head. A massive wave of essence, more powerful than your own, is assaulting and smothering your entire body. You try to fight it but it's overpowering you. You can feel it force it's way down your throat as your breathing becomes short and raspy. You fall to your knees as a dark vision fills your mind. Falling backwards you black out dropping your bag and your shades to the floor.
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