On Ground Forbidden

[Anonymous]

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.

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Vivante nodded when Neseraph looked back at him.

He was a contrast to his companions with white hair, streaked once on each side of cyan, that fell to his knees in a loose braid; prismatic eyes with black tattoos underneath; and a loose blue longcoat. A long, double bladed sword was strapped to his back and he held a buriza in his hands.

This was the last place they saw the woman. The woman that killed In-Sera and Neseraph's friend. He doubted she would have stuck around, especially since the building was burnt to the ground, but there were others after them. It was good to stay alert. He followed close behind In-Sera when they entered, the buriza held at the ready, safety on, but that could be changed quickly if it needed to be.

The sound drew Vivante's eyes too. When it sounded again he pointed the buriza in its direction. He watched Neseraph move cautiously towards the corner, inching after him once In-Sera ordered him, following him about half a foot behind.

He put his back to the wall when Neseraph did, shifting ahead until he was standing next to him. Neseraph looked, Vivante listened - and heard a familiar voice. Neseraph's gasp confirmed that he saw Tangent, possibly heard him too. Last time Vivante saw him was just before going to Hell with Nazune, they were with the little red man. That was before the woman killed In-Sera and Neseraph's companion at the Museum. Vivante looked at Neseraph, one eyebrow raised slightly. Could they trust Tangent now?

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Neseraph glanced over at Vivante; Tangent at least knew the two of them, so they should be okay, right?
If only the universe had the same logic as he did, then everything would just flow so much more smoothly.
Neseraph peeked back around the corner at the Outcast who was apparently searching for artifacts or something that might have belonged to his sister or might disclose clues to where she is now. Perhaps it would be best to go about this as gently as possible.
He stepped out from around the corner and called out to the Outcast, "Tangent-"
Tangent's eyes shot wide open as looked over his shoulder to see who addressed him. He Outcast made some eerie throaty noises that sounded like they could have been laughs-
Then whirled around to face Neseraph, pushing the left side of his coat from his body with his left arm to reveal that he was holding a rather large chaingun with his tentacle arm pointed right at Neseraph.
"You were here too, weren't you??" questioned Tangent hotly.
"Calm down, Tangent-" urged Neseraph, his eyes plastered to the huge firearm being aimed at him.
"You did something, didn't you??" further accused Tangent. "You know where she is! Tell me where Sine is!"
"Tangent!!" Neseraph started-
!!!!
But was cut off when he had to jump back around the corner to avoid being shot as Tangent started up the chaingun and unleashed a barrage of bullets.
"That could have worked out better," remarked Neseraph to Vivante as the wall that they were hiding behind was taking a beating courtesy of the enraged and desperate Outcast. "Any ideas?"
Insera, thrown on edge by the sudden racket of gunfire, glowered at Neseraph witheringly and subtly reminded herself to never let him do any more diplomatic work. From what he was shouting however, it appeared that Tangent was the one behind the hail of bullets. Maybe Neseraph and him did not have such an estatic past, but the homely Angel had taken an odd liking to her at least in the past; something she could use to her potential advantage now.
She stood up and put her guns away to seem less threatening. Never send Neseraph to do Insera's job, she amused herself with the thought-
"Insera..." whispered a terribly familiar voice from behind her.

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Vivante had an idea. A damn good one too.

He switched the buriza's safety off and looked Neseraph straight in the eye. If they were going to talk to Tangent they had to get him to stop shooting at them first. His crossbow was shooting at them faster than the small repeating crossbow he had strapped under his cuff, there was a good chance he would be hit when he went out. Vivante rested his hand inside his blue coat a second, brushing it against the hilt of a sword that looked like it was made of green glass. He clicked the buriza's safety off again, didn't want to shoot himself on accident.

"Tangent!" he called out just before tucking the buriza into his chest and rolling past the corner, the sudden noise might startle him. He rose with his back facing Tangent and his viscous crossbow and clicked the safety of the buriza off.