Reconstruction was to begin in one week, so said the sign on the gate of the fence that surrounded the decimated Art Museum.
Neseraph laid a hand on the sign, then lifted his eyes to gaze on the Museum...on ground forbidden.
"Let us go," prompted Insera, staring at the burnt down Museum as well.
Neseraph looked over his shoulder at her and Vivante, then nodded-
And kicked the gates open.
--Neseraph wore a sleek, black longcoat, dark pants, and a gray tunic tucked into the pants. He had shoulder-length, thick white hair and his eyes were an uncomfortable shade of blue...the kind of blue that hid something.
--Insera wore a white dress shirt, light khaki trousers, and black leather dress shoes. Her hair was also shoulder-length and was sandy in hue, her eyes a metallic bronze.--
It had been some time since Neseraph and Insera had laid their eyes on this damnable place. It was here that all they had fought for since they had come to this time, all they had fought for ever since the beginning, had come to an end. Here, the man Bishop Keller, the very person they were supposed to be protecting, had met his end at the hands of Elial. Here was the place were Neseraph and Insera had been broken down into myriad, scattered pieces.
And what a better place to start rebuilding.
Neseraph stepped through the ruined portal that used to be the front door of the museum. Some of the walls on the first floor of the building still stood, but there was no longer a second or third floor. The entire surface area of the first floor was littered in the rubble and ashes of what used to be the rest of the Museum. Once such a grand place, now nothing more than a skeleton stripped of its beautiful flesh.
He continued to slowly walk the main hall, Insera close behind him with her guns in hand, that same hall were nightmares came true. He stood in the same spot he stood in for a moment, taking a glance around at the vaguely familiar setting.
*crumble*
!!!!
Neseraph and Insera's eyes darted in the direction of the noise - to their front and off to the left, around a corner.
"Someone's over there..." said Neseraph.
"Obviously!" Insera hissed back.
*crumble*
Neseraph began to edge over to the corner, his hand slowly slinking back into his coat and resting on the hilt of his katana. Insera held her ground and lowered herself to one knee, raising her firearms up to provide cover fire if need be.
"Go with him," Insera whispered to Vivante.
Neseraph put his back up against the wall, only inches from the corner now. He carefully edged forward and peeked around the corner...
"Sine...you were here..." said the Outcast Angel Tangent frustratedly as he poked through several piles of rubble. The Outcast was wearing a big, brown trenchcoat over his normal garb, a odd change. "Where are you now...?"
"Tangent??" Neseraph whispered to himself. He yanked his head back around the corner, trying to think about whether or not to hail the Outcast.