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Duty of An Angel; For Cup of Coffee
Topic Started: May 14 2010, 10:40 PM (155 Views)
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Athira Baruch


Athira had a Problem. And as far as Problems went, this one was pretty big; so big, in fact, that it deserved to be capitalized.

Most people wouldn't think that an angel could possibly have any problems. After all, they're just beings of light and air that don't feel any emotion or pain, and who get to go home to Heaven at the end of the day.

For this particular angel, that couldn't be further from the truth.

Athira was one of the oldest angels, sent down to watch over the first humans as they took their first steps in discovering the world they'd been granted. Despite the Lord's anger at Adam and Eve's lies, and despite the Garden of Eden being lost to them, God was still merciful with his children, and he wanted them watched over and protected at all costs. Thus, Athira and his brethren were sent down as guardians; to protect, guide, watch, and, if necessary, push.

Throughout his time on Earth, Athira had gradually begun to notice a change within himself. He had begun to find their jokes and antics amusing; he had found their sorrows and trials heartwrenching; and he had found their unwillingness to listen angering.

Athira had developed emotions, a thing which was unheard of in Angels. The one thing he had yet to do, however, was love. He cared for his charges, of course, and always did his best to protect them; but he never loved them. And, despite his new-found emotions, he wondered if he ever would.

His last charge had died simply, in his sleep, of old age. He'd had no pain, he had not suffered, and he had lived a good, fulfilling life before his time had come, so Athira felt no grief at his passing; only a sense of relief that he would see the man he'd protected for more than 50 years once again in Heaven when he was finally allowed to return.

For now, he'd been given a new charge. A man who was, by all counts, extremely unlucky. It was rare for an angel to be given a charge who was already grown - usually an angel was paired with his charge from birth. This was an extremely rare case, and the golden haired angel wondered about it.

Had the human ever had an angel? If he had, what had happened to his guardian? And if he hadn't, why?

It was all very odd, but it wasn't for Athira to question. Instead, he learned all that he could about his new charge before seeking him out.


((Hope that's an okay first post. Let me know if you want me to change anything.))
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Abel Wilson



Abel was unlucky to an interesting degree.

He had never broken a bone in his body and couldn't even remember spraining anything. He didn't tend to get injured often at all and had an inexistent love life, which upon looking at his friends who usually had a break up per week, could be seen as a blessing.

Bad luck struck everyone differently. Abel was very clumsy, had broken countless mirrors, been bumped or pushed under countless ladders and almost every black cat in the city had made it their sole mission to walk by him. He always missed the bus and subway and if there was any paint or anything that would cause a troublesome stain or clean up near him, he would without a doubt be covered in it. He had been pushed in front of the subway a few times and had only lived thanks to the fact that he tripped and fell flat on his face instead, which made him miss the subway and be late to wherever he needed to be. Haircuts were done way too short and whenever he went to a restaurant, his food was almost always either much too undercooked or overcooked.

The few instances he thought he was lucky had turned out to be anything but. On his eighteenth birthday he bought a lottery ticket. He won the lottery. As he walked him to share the news, a penguin excreted on his shoulder, metal bars carried for a construction sight fell and almost hit him, it started to rain, and someone pumped into him and he was helpless as he watched his winning ticket fall into a water that rolled down to the sewage system, his only luck gone.

He had won concert tickets but either had them lost, stolen or ruined before he could collect them. Won awards but have the administration change their mind or re-tally the votes to assure him he hadn't in fact won anything. If he travelled his luggage was always the one lost. Abel once went on a boat with a friend and the moment they rowed to the center of the lake, it sprang a leak and the whole thing sank, making the two swim back.

He just wasn't lucky. Any time he had luck it was stolen away from him quickly and made it worse off than before. As if someone had purposely planned it all out.

Which resulted in the very strange circumstance when, after falling down a rather long staircase he was miraculously uninjured. Unfortunately, he did not see a single person standing over him in worry. He saw a fellow with large wings and brown hair stare at him all concerned before a human came by and helped him off, bringing him to the hospital who reassured him that he had no injuries.

The angel was not his own and was very surprised that he could be seen. What confused him even more was that Abel didn't have one. 'Probably an error, he'll make sure to report it and get things solved,' he had said, which hadn't answered any of the strange questions. The winged guardians had appeared all over after that, following their charges unnoticed, as his wide blue eyes stared after them and usually got him into more trouble, walking into doors and skipping steps when he got too carried away with watching them.
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Athira thought perhaps the report he'd recieved on his new charge was either incorrect, or the angel who'd made the report had simply made a mistake. It was extremely rare for such a thing to happen, but happen it had, several hundred years previously.

Still, he pored over the fact sheet, and the odd little tidbit that this particular human had somehow gotten overlooked and had never been assigned a guardian. The report warned that the change would likely be stressful for both human and angel, and the job was doubly difficult because of the false (what else could it be, after all?) report that Abel Wilson could see angels.

After several weeks of studying and planning, Athira finally decided he was ready to meet his charge; but if the man could see angels, he didn't want to appear as the winged creature of light that he was. Instead, he shaped himself to appear as a mortal man wearing black trousers, a white long-sleeved button up shirt that had threads of gold shimmering through it, and black pinstriped fedora perched on his shining tresses. His hair, grown out past his waist, was thick and lovely - his one true cause to be vain, if he'd been capable of committing such mortal sins as vanity - and hung freely down his back.

He waited at a street corner that he knew his charge would soon be passing, watching the other humans carefully to determine if he could be seen, and satisfied that he could not, he nodded to the humans guardians as they passed. He felt perfectly ridiculous, standing there in mortal garb, when it was obvious that he was as invisible as air to these humans. How could it be possible for his charge to be any different?

A twanging in the air around him - a sort of supernatural sixth sense, he supposed - warned him that Abel Wilson was approaching, and, adopting a look of mild interest, he prepared to meet his charge face-to-face for the first time.
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Abel had woken up early to ensure that he wouldn't miss the bus that usually came late but still earlier than him. He woke up so early that he'd make it even if the bus came earlier. The reason he was running down the street now attributed to a number of things that proved that no planning ahead could have saved him.

First, his dog had decided to hide his shoes. But not a pair of shoes. The right foot of any pair of shoe he could have worn today. It left him staring in utter horror, to see a pile of shoes meant only for his left foot and not a single matching pair. It took him half an hour to find them all huddled under his bed, throwing them on before running a block and realizing in his rush he had forgotten his books and to go breakfast. He ran back, wondering if it had been a lucky thing considering he didn't lock the door on his run out.

A bag, piece of toast and mug of coffee were grabbed before he locked the door, looked down the reassure he was wearing a matching pair of shoes before running again, looking down at his watch to notice that he was in fact, late like he usually was.

The bus was driving away from his vision by the time he got to the bus stop, making him groan as he noted that he would have to run to the subway station again today. It kept him fit at least, a quick walk as he finished his food and drank his coffee, not quite observing his path as he finished the drink and closed the lid before knocking into someone. He apologized immediately, looking up to see the really long hair as he stared at the man in confusion for just standing there.

"Sorry about that, in a rush," Abel spoke, unaware of the angel, as he turned around and looked at his watch, realizing he had been taking too leisurely of a walk, beginning to jog all over again.
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Athira had been watching for Abel, which was the only reason he recognized his charge; that, and the fact that the human was the only one on the street without a guarding following him closely around.

Amusement lightened the angels sky blue eyes as he observed the way Abel hurried right toward him, attention completely focused on his breakfast. They would have to work on that, obviously, but he expected Abel to keep going; to simply walk around him as most mortals did. Instead, he crashed into Athira, then looked up and apologized.

It was, perhaps, his shock at the realization that yes, this human could see him that prevented him from responding, or from following right away. It took him a moment to gather his wits, but when he did, he hurried after his charge with a natural speed and grace that had him catching Abel in a matter of moments.

Saying nothing, he fell into step with his human, his long-legged strides shortened a bit to accommodate Abel's shorter steps. Large, long-fingered hands were clasped behind his back, and his posture was rigid; back ram-rod straight, broad shoulders thrown back and squared, slightly pointed chin elevated.

Blue eyes scanned the sidewalk as they hurried onward, then darted forward to the street ahead. He wondered vaguely if Abel would recognize the red light, or if he was so focused on his headlong dash that he would run right into the street.

Either way, Athira prepared to intervene if it was needed. The last thing he needed was for his charge to get hit by a car on his first day on the job.
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The red light was not even in Abel's sight as the importance of arriving on time weighed heavily on his shoulders. He only became aware of it when a few guardian's, who had become used to his strange ability to see them, yelled at him, making him turn around and crash into another poor individual, who had been holding an extra large cup of black coffee. Papers that were tucked in his hands were soaked as his own mug fell on the ground and rolled unto the street.

Thankfully there was no accident but Abel was still helpless to watch as his container smashed beyond recognition, groaning as he noticed that he had a rather horrible stain on his shirt as well. Shaking his head, as he was still quite late and couldn't waste time, he apologized quickly before running off again.

He crashed into three more people, got another coffee spilled on him and this one was successful in burning his arm. When he got to the bus, he strangely enough caught it. Abel however, had the door close on his shirt which made him stuck between a rather large, sweaty man and thin lanky business man who seemed far too old to work another day in his life.

But just as Abel wondered if his bad luck would leave him just for once, as he had been followed more so than usual, he felt the unmistakable feeling of a hand groping at his posterior, eyes widening as he realized his hands, pinned to his side thanks to the crowded bus, would be unable to grab the hand and discover the owner. Yelling out would do no help, which left him stranded and looking quite helpless.
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Finding it odd that he'd had no cause to 'save' his charge due to the help from other guardians. However, he resolved that he would see to Abel's care now that he'd had a taste of his human's 'bad luck.'

With eyebrows raised, he followed the man onto the crowded bus, having to squeeze close together with him to avoid stepping on anyone's shoes. Several of the guardians on the bus gave him a wide eyed, curious stare, but Athira only shrugged in response, his focus drawn to the man he was supposed to be protecting.

As unobtrusively as he could, he inched his hands between Abel and the door of the bus, then set to work freeing the human's shirt. It took him quite a bit of tugging and pulling, but he finally managed to release the fabric.

Once he had, he noticed the stiffness of his charge and wondered at it, his eyes roaming over the human's figure and wondering what his him so on edge. It wasn't until he saw the hand resting on Abel's posterior that he realized what was wrong. Though he knew the other human couldn't see him, Athira leveled a stony glare at the man, letting his age and power shine through his gaze, until the very weight of his stare caused the man to drop his arm and remove his hand.

Immediately, the angel stepped in behind Abel, to keep such an occurrence from happening again while they were on the bus.

As the bus came to a halt and the doors finally opened, Athira braced himself against the handrails to keep Abel from falling backwards down the steps and onto the sidewalk, then gently placed his hands on the human's arms to guide him safely down the steps and onto firm ground. It was what he would have done for any of his other charges, and they would never have felt his touch or known of his presence; he wondered how Abel would react to his touch.

Leaning down, he spoke quietly so as not to frighten his charge. "I am your guardian. Trust in me, and you will get where you are going safely."
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Most of the guardians knew Abel as the one with no guardian and tended to try and help him when they could. He appreciated it, as it did help him at times. It was something he had grown used to that accompanied his luck.

So it surprised him that during his trip on the bus, his shirt was no longer stuck in the door. Which was strange, as it had kept him in one place and the doors hadn't opened. He shrugged it off, not noticing the strange follower he had who had helped him out. That however, didn't help the issue at hand, as he tried to move away a bit to keep the hand away from groping at him, though it followed him and was progressively moving between his legs, making Abel very aware that this was no case of 'I'm-sorry-my-hand-has-no-where-else-to-go,-damn-crowded-bus'.

Yet, before he could further humiliate himself and catch the hand or attempt to do anything, it was gone. He glanced down, not being able to see any hand near his ass at all.

Abel sighed in relief before he felt someone move in behind him, bringing him to step forward as to not inconvenience the stranger and smile when he saw the first stop approaching. His stop was after this one. He could arrive without any serious incident occurring.

Yet when the doors opened, the majority of the bus decided it was time to get off and Abel should come with them. The force almost had him tumbling but a stranger helped him, confusing him as he glanced, realizing it was the same person he had bumped into earlier.

He gave a small smile, trying his best to be polite in the awkward situation as he nudged his arm back to his own person lightly. Before he could thank the man or quickly sneak right back unto the buss, the words quickly caused his head to whip and unfortunately the doors to close, the vehicle going on as he stared at it, mouth open. "...My bus..."

Shaking his head, his brows furrowed together to deal with the very strange man who had apparently bestowed it upon himself to be his 'guardian'. "Listen, I don't need a 'guardian' or whatever, what I need is to have stayed on that bus so I wouldn't be late..." He sighed as he rolled his head from side to side. "Thanks for making sure I wouldn't fall but I really need to go. I'm sure you can find someone else who needs a guardian," he spoke, as if they were supporting words before turning and running after the bus, in the direction he needed to go.

What a strange man indeed.
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