[sylvanSpider]

Heaven

Sage was at a loss of what to do now. In life, making friends wasn't his forte. He'd always been a sickly child and missed a lot of school, leading to no small amount of shyness on the man's part. Shifting, he rest his forearms on his knees and offered a smile, “I think they expected that. You saw the guidebook that they left on the bed, right? It tells you everything you need to know. The thing's a tome for all intents and purposes, and it even has a personalized section at the back based on your sacrifice and new abilities.”

He stood up, walked to his bed and grabbed his copy. He wasn't exaggerating in terms of its size either as could be felt when he handed it over to Luka to look at. “My sacrifice dictates that food turned to ash, but they didn't say shit about drink. Do you wanna get a drink or something? I have ten...uh. I don't know what they call the currency here. So I have ten.” He had to laugh at the absurdity of it all and he held his hand out to help Luka up. The money they gave new angels was close to nothing, but Sage assumed that that was further incentive to get the angels on the battlefield. He also assumed that it had something to do with a quota. There was room to grow here in Heaven so long as one was willing to kill.

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Katarina and Avani went through the entire turn in process and Kat made the deposits she needed to ensure that she was able to continue living where she was. Her place wasn't in the nicest of areas despite how long she'd been dead. She always did just the bare minimum always going out by herself. “Drinks sound excellent. I have a bit left over, so first round's on me!” She led the way to one of her favorite places, one of those hole in the wall joints that the lower classes seemed to love.

“What are you drinking?” the bartender asked the ladies without so much of a greeting.

“A nice, stout beer,” Katarina responded pleasantly and then turning to her friend, “Order what you'd like, I've got it!”

Hell

Olivia hadn't been able to speak to anyone for three days, since she'd died. She'd seen plenty of other angels, but of those, none that she knew of knew sign. She'd been meandering the streets of Hell in silent solitude, and the music that she'd loved so much in life was no relegated to nothing more than the occasional feelings of bass reverberating through her body, even if she couldn't technically hear it. “I've been here three days,” she signed, “You're the first I've met that can sign. Can we be friends?”

Axle could almost sense the intimidation, but rather than ramp it up like he would in almost any other instance, he actually turned it down, “Yeah, the kahlua doesn't take away from the sweetness and even adds a layer of creaminess to it. I can't get drunk anymore and I will still occasionally add it just for shits and grins.” He carefully added a smile here and took a seat on his own stool that was on his side of the counter as he began to answer questions, “No need to be sorry. Waking up dead is a confusing experience. First, hunting will get you both in one shot. The goal from the Council is to coerce us into killing as many angels and demonly possible so you don't have to choose you just get both with the turn ins. You can go out with as many or as few friends as you'd like. Most groups are formed by a group of friends, but some join more professional groups in order to get money and power faster. I was a part of one for a bit, but then I killed the leader and that was ah...frowned upon. So long as you're standing and whatever angel you're against is dead, you're in the clear. Just don't forget to pick up their weapon or whatever the fuck it is that grants them power for the turn in.”