Before I go to heaven, I gotta park my bike

[arkbound]

This is a post with a whole bunch of au prompts with various characters. If you want to see anyone not here or a different scenario, feel free to also use this as a call-me-out post for anyone on my muse list.

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Sol Badguy - angel

[firesealed]

Sol didn't care overly what people thought about what he did, which was probably for the best. There were some angels who took immense pleasure in what they did, saving humanity, casting out the righteous, blah blah. All it did was make them full of themselves, and forget the bigger picture of it all. They wasted their energy running from person to person, trying to present them with their options - couldn't take away their free will, after all - and taking it terribly personally when people made the wrong choice. And of course people made the wrong choices, all the damn time.

So Sol tried to avoid house calls, except when he absolutely had to.

Which was now, apparently, even if this house call was to a place of work rather than their actual home. If anything, that would make it even more difficult to talk to the person he needed to see alone. He entered with no small amount of presence; Sol was a large man who didn't waste his movements.

I don't know what angel!Sol looks like so I put him in the other room

[thehurricane]

It's not even Legualt's place of work that Sol's presence is gracing tonight. Legault is quite happily unemployed at the moment, which leaves him plenty of time to put his fingers to use doing what he does best: crimes. His fingers don't even flinch from the safe he's opening when Sol appears in the room behind him, cutting off his exit if he doesn't feel up for a three story jump.

Ah, how inconvenient. With a satisfying click, the businessman's safe is open. It'll have to remain full for now. Just what kind of person can sneak up on him like that? He's not an assassin anymore, but those skills haven't faded in the slightest. It turns out holding knives and taking hostages and poisoning dinner is like riding a bike. Who knew?

He briefly considers staying silent and drawing his blades, but the absurdity, the suddenness of the situation tells him he's not facing some ordinary person. He can't see Sol, not with the door between them, but he speaks up, his voice low and not showing fear.

"Teleportation magic. That's a rare one. My, I'm in a lot of trouble, aren't I?"

like himself + wings as described

[firesealed]

It would be hard to mistake Sol for a human, as he steps into the room where Legault is. His wings are held folded up at his back, but even that way they are plenty dramatic. They cover his entire back, are whiter than freshly fallen snow, and folded like they are they trail in length to his knees. Still, they are behind him and Sol doesn't spread them. He doesn't care too much about first impressions.

He doesn't expect Legault to try to make a run for it or anything. Most people don't, although that's more instinct than logic. The logic is there, of course, Sol could always follow anywhere. It is convenient that the room is empty other than Legault, because Sol hates having to wipe bystander memories.

Sol's not sure what to make of the man, knowing pretty much only what he needs and having skimmed the rest of the file. His shoulders rise and fall in a laconic shrug that flares his wings a little.

"I'm not here to Judge you." There's an emphasis to the words, but Sol takes his time considering Legault instead of telling him what he is there for.

awesome, coolio, thank you

[thehurricane]

That's no human, no, Legault realizes that right away. Gorgeous wings, white and soft, are instead placed on the back of a man who appears to be as unfriendly as he is ripped. Or maybe 'man' isn't the word he should be using. Angel. He knows the religions, even if he doesn't practice any himself. His first response is a defeated sigh, but there's no hiding the alarm in his eyes, even if he's quick to tense and attempt to hide it.

"No? I might be judging you a little. If anyone ever draw a picture of you and presented it to a pastor as divine, he'd make them go back and try again. You look more almost as much like a thug as I do."

He rubs the back of his neck, remaining in a crouch. He isn't planning on fighting an angel. That would be stupid. And the safe, the safe is unlocked right next to him and he can't tear his eyes away. He's faced dragons, he's faced golems, but angels...

"And to what do I owe this...honor?" The last word is oozing with sarcasm. His time must be up. How unpleasant. His heart is racing, too, and he can't turn away. As cool as he looks on the outside, he feels frozen. Helpless isn't something he likes feeling.

[firesealed]

"Tch." Sol's never been into talking, and people who are just generally chatty or talk when nervous tend to annoy him. He doesn't know which this one is, but it doesn't matter.

He has a lot of thoughts on pastors and general religion, but none of them are things this guy needs to share. On the other hand, the lack of respect doesn't bother him. There are lots of angels where it would, where they'd want to teach this guy a lesson.

"Can't think of anything on yer own?"

[thehurricane]

Unfortunately for Sol, Legault has a lot to say. None of it is important.

"I can't, no."

He rubs his chin. He's in the middle of robbing a safe, and even now he doesn't see fit to confess to it. For starters, it's not why an angel would ever appear to anyone, he thinks. And he also just doesn't want to. After a moment, realization seems to dawn on his face.

"You haven't been watching me, have you? I'm flattered. You're almost my type, too."

He relaxes his tense stance and stands from where he'd been crouching. He places his hand on his hips, his smile still sleazy and indecipherable as he continues.

"At least I get to die next at the hands of someone handsome, right? You don't have to keep me waiting."

He's killed so many people. He killed in the name of helping the poor, he killed deserters from his group, and when there was no one left standing he turned to thievery. He stands, smile fading, ready to take this seriously.

sorry, time got away from me for a while there

[firesealed]

Sol does nothing but stare at Legault for a long moment like he's hoping the man will just vanish and rid Sol of having to do anything at all with him. When that doesn't work, he finally speaks.

"If I'm not Judging you I'm definitely not killing you," Sol says.

"No." He steps closer, ready to get into Legault's space. "I'm recruiting you t'help me out with something."