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Cailey
Legacy Name: Cailey

The

Angelic Torrey
Owner: Paint

Age: 15 years, 8 months, 1 week

Born: October 2nd, 2010

Adopted: 14 years, 6 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: November 26th, 2011

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Oh honey your halo and wings won't help you for long

-Click here to be taken to Ecoe's Page which has an overview of his, Cailey, and Capture's story-
(Currently figuring out how to separate the stories into relevant chunks for each character)

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Ecoe muttered something under his breath as he stalked through the dark forest, a large scythe strapped to his back, black hair ruffled slightly by the wind. They were especially loud tonight.

Turning to his right Ecoe watched absently as an old man floated past, bags under his eyes and a continual sniffle assaulting Ecoe’s ears. The man had nothing to worry about though, he was going to heaven. It was a good thing Ecoe wasn’t in a bad mood as his hands twitched slightly, weapon glinting. The young man sighed and ran a hand down one side of his face, flinching slightly as his fingertips connected with a fairly fresh gash. That wound would be courtesy of Capture, the damn hell-sent guard.

Letting out another long, unneeded sigh, Ecoe plopped himself down on the forest floor, knees bent and head down. He hadn’t slept for a while, there had been a burst of spirits he’d needed to kill. Kill was a funny term for it, since they were already dead, but it was easier than rolling the words “abolished” or “permanently ceasing to exist” off your tongue.

Ecoe was part of an organization called the I.A, Infectores Animarum,”The Killer of Souls”. His ancestry line was dotted with people assigned the task of ‘killing’ spirits that they could sense would be sent to hell once they left ‘spirit limbo’. Another bad term for a complicated idea. For some reason, before judgment, a lot of spirits ended up hanging out on earth in a sort of limbo. Some had unfinished business, others were just there, waiting their turn. Most of these souls would end up in heaven, all I.A. could sense which would, just the same way they could sense which ones would go to hell and therefore needed to be eradicated. Less power for the Devil was always a positive.

Ecoe’s main issue was his temper. He didn’t always kill hell-bent spirits but had been known to kill those on their way to heaven as well. All of their voices were just so loud.

“You can see us.”

Speaking of voices.

Ecoe practically fell backward as his head snapped up and he whipped around, standing and grabbing his scythe with practiced precision. Spirits rarely initiated conversation with him when he looked…less than talkative.

In front of him stood a girl, probably high-school age (a bit younger than Ecoe) with two long braids hanging down past her waist. Her clothing didn’t reflect the cold weather and could almost be mistaken for pajamas. There was a soft smile on her face though her eyes didn’t hide her confusion as she looked Ecoe over.

“Excuse me?” Ecoe growled out, casually slipping his scythe back into place. It was just a human.

The girl looked a bit surprised at the venom that sprouted from the boy’s mouth but her smile didn’t waver. She gestured lightly with her hands. “You can see us. Spirits I mean.” Ecoe’s posture went rigid. Why was a human referring to herself as a spirit, that made utterly no sense.

“I’m sorry I don’t know what you mean.” He feigned, cocking his head and trying to look less intimidating despite the VERY sharp weapon he currently had in his possession as well as the armor that covered parts of his body. He looked like a reject villain from a video game.

The girl laughed. Ecoe raised an eyebrow at that.

“My name is Cailey. I’m dead.” Both of Ecoe’s eyebrows were now raised. “I can tell you’re part of the I.A. Or at least I believe so, I’ve heard of you. But uhm, like I said, I’m dead. I only look alive right now because I just delivered a message.”

Ecoe’s mouth stayed shut as the girl leaned back against a tree. She didn’t slip through it like other spirits, she was solid, tangible. This really made now sense and Ecoe couldn’t ever recall having dreams this lucid.

“How do you-“

The girl waved her hand again, dimples now showing on her round face. She was sort of cute. Ecoe shook his head.

“Sorry, sorry, I really should be better at introductions by now! I deliver messages from spirits to those who are not yet deceased. During the time it takes the message to be fully understood I become…not human really but, like this. She swept her hands downward then looked up. Ecoe was frowning.

“And how do I know you’re not just some insane chick.” He replied, disregarding the key fact she’d mentioned the I.A., something NO normal human would know about.

The girl laughed again. It was a nice laugh. “If you want you can wait a few minutes and you’ll see.” The girl slid down the tree trunk till she was sitting, arms around her knees, head resting on them gently.

Ecoe sat back down as well, though adrenaline was still coursing through his body. He might as well follow this through. Any distraction from the multitude of voices buzzing in his ears was welcome. Good or bad, normal or way off the deep end of strange.

“Ok. Say I believe you… What gives you the right to deliver messages? What’s so special about you?”

Cailey’s face became a tad more sullen before the expression flipped back to serenity; she was good at that.

“I died before it was my time. When I made it to heaven I asked if there was a way I could watch over my family and was given this task as a response to that question. As long as I deliver messages, I stay here, on earth… Though like the I.A. I also kill souls.”

Ecoe’s hand was back by his scythe, the girl didn’t move.

“Not like you think. There’s a price for sending a message from the spirit world to the world of the living. That price is that you cease to exist.” Now Cailey wasn’t able to hide the sadness that encompassed her face. “That’s how I know about the I.A. I come into contact with souls that are going to be sent to both heaven and hell, though usually the latter. Murderers are more likely to feel remorse and the need to lessen their guilt.”

Ecoe nodded then something clicked in his brain. “You said you died before your time, how do you know?” The conversation was jumping around so quickly he was having a hard time piecing it together.

Cailey’s smiled slowly and motioned to her neck. Dark bruises lined the sides. They looked like fingers.

Ecoe looked away awkwardly, finding a nearby bush particularly interesting. “Oh.” He finally replied.

“It’s alright. I’m past being upset.” Ecoe wasn’t sure he believed that. “I can still watch over my parents and siblings… and” Cailey paused before standing suddenly. Ecoe watched her.

“Remember I said I could prove I was dead?” Ecoe nodded absently. He loosely wondered again if this was some exhaustion induced dream. That thought was reinforced when a thin halo appeared above Caileys bright blonde hair, and large, white wings shifted into focus behind her back. Her whole body suddenly became slightly translucent, parts of her wings cutting though the tree. Cailey was an Angel. That complicated things further.

The girl was smiling again. Why was she so happy all the time? Her predicament seemed sort of depressing in a round-about ‘I have wings and can be a guardian for my family’ sort of way. Ecoe’s mouth had fallen open and before he knew what he was doing he had stood and was reaching out to brush a hand through one of her braids that was no longer there, not really. His hand felt cold as it dropped to his side.

“You’re the first human I’ve told all that too, though I guess being part of the I.A. helps.” Cailey didn’t even budge when Ecoe waved a hand through her hair, though her wings twitched slightly.

“Should I be flattered?” Ecoe deadpanned. The girl grinned.

“Not necessarily. It’s just nice to know there’s someone out there who has a job headed by the same boss as me.”

Ecoe stared. This caused Cailey to laugh. He really did like her laugh. “God, silly.” Ecoe blinked. Despite his line of work he didn’t dwell much on the whole God versus Devil thing, only the offshoots of whatever those beings might be or create.

“Oh.” Ecoe’s brain seemed to shut off as he simply stared at Caileys wings, another question burning at the tip of his tongue.

“Are you an angel?” He finally spat out. The question sounded a bit more accusatory than he had meant it and he awkwardly ran a hand through his jet-black hair, not really knowing what to do anymore now that he was simply standing in front of a human-ghost-angel…Seriously what WOULD he classify this girl as?

“I guess you could say I’m a type of one.” Cailey replied simply. “Most Guardian Angels are simply just that, guardians. They don’t have to deliver messages or any of that sort of thing. Then again, Guardian Angels are almost always assigned charges without question, there isn’t any bargaining involved.” Ecoe noticeably twitched at the word “Bargaining.” Cailey frowned. Ecoe noticed.

“Sorry. I deal with… A difficult… man… who got his place in this world through a lot of bargaining. Other end of the spectrum though.” Ecoe was tempted to hold onto his scythe at the thought of Capture. He touched the scar that ran over the bridge of his nose instead.

“You mean that rotting dragon?” Cailey tipped her head sideways, a lock of hair falling in front of one of her bright blue eyes.

Ecoe’s eyes widened as he nodded. “How the hell have I not run into you before if you know all of this?” He exclaimed in a bit of an animated manner. The I.A. Capture. Spirit Limbo. It wasn’t THAT large of a playing field, was it? Well, maybe the limbo part, but not Capture. Definitely not Capture. That bastard seemed to follow him everywhere, intentionally or not.

“He’s got an awful presence about him. I’ve only seen him once or twice but will never forget how that presence feels. It’s kind of gross.” Cailey wrinkled her nose.

Ecoe couldn’t help but let out a bark of laughter, he’d never heard anyone insult Capture in such a blunt term as “gross”. Ecoe’s definition of the creature involved a much more colorful vocabulary.

Starting to get lost in his thoughts Ecoe barely noticed that Cailey was fading out at a very unnerving rate. That wasn’t normal for a spirit. Not that she was a normal spirit. But hey, Ecoe needed to try and apply some rules to her, right?

“Woah, are you ok?” Automatically his hand reached out again but he stopped himself as Cailey closed her eyes.

“Time to deliver another message. That was soon.” She murmured, halo glowing brighter and brighter, illuminating the forests depths. When she opened her eyes again they were gleaming. “I don’t know if you’ll believe this. But I actually love my job. Or the perks of it at least. With every message I’m assigned to deliver, I get another chance to feel vaguely human.” Ecoe assumed she was talking about when she became tangible. He frowned at Cailey who was now barely visible.

“Hey. I promise not to kill you if you pop up somewhere nearby whenever you finish delivering your telegrams.” That sounded weird but got the reaction he wanted. Cailey laughed, dimples showing.

“I have a feeling we’ll talk again, don’t worry. Maybe we can do human things sometime.”

Ecoe was pretty sure Cailey had meant that in an innocent way. Cailey was still laughing; apparently Ecoe had made some type of embarrassed expression.

“Thanks for the chat, like I said; I’ve never told anyone this before. Not sure why I told you but I don’t regret it. See you around Ecoe.”

Ecoe blinked as a flash of light flooded his vision. The next thing he knew his knees had given out on him and he crumpled to the ground.

His vision swam briefly and all he could think of was how odd that whole encounter had been. Nice. But pretty damn odd.