(Y/n) slowly pulled apart the curtains. A soft, happy sigh leaving her lips, as she saw the bright moon hang heavily in the air. She loved the night. She felt safer in it. She always had. There was something about it. Something reassuring. In the dark, she could appear as herself. She could shrug off the trappings of a mortal, and wander in safety. She could bare her marks to the moon. Could unfurl her wings. Could stand defiantly before heaven and hell and show her mother's people, her father's people, that she was not scared. For she was Nephalem. The divine connection between demon and angel. Yet greater than both.
Slowly, she made her way back over to the bed. She had spent all the rest of the afternoon just lying on the mattress. Her eyes closed, pretending to sleep. Not that she could have rested even if she actually needed to. Her ears picking up the sounds of the mice, nibbling at the drywall. Detecting the comings and goings in the rest of the hotel. The conversations of the mortals that also temporarily called this place, home. But now, most things were quiet. The mice were nesting peacefully. The human's either quietened down for the night, or out, probably at one of the local bars. So now, now she would dress lightly, and make her way out into the cold, clear air, and explore the dark woods that surrounded the small town of Oddity. She would allow her wings to spread. She would fly between the rocky mountain junipers and bur oaks. Twist and turn in the air, as she avoided branch and twig. Then she would climb to the top of the tallest tree and watch the stars. Whiling away the darkest hours, before returning to her room.
Suddenly (Y/n) turned, as she heard something. The loud, heavy ping of the small bell on the desk in the reception area floors below. The sound of a soft voice. A voice that had the calmest tone. A whisper that she had heard often over the last years. A whisper that had become louder. It was the voice that had called her to the town. The voice that had told her to stay. Yet no matter how sweet the manner, (Y/n) couldn't help but think that she had allowed herself to be drawn into a trap. The Nephalem quite aware of how normal and pleasant her father's kin could make themselves appear. How gentle they could sound, if they wished. Though if this was a trap, she was not about to get caught in it.
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Kurt, along with the professor and all the others, made their way into the hotel. Kurt doing his best to stay hidden behind the likes of Logan and Scott. His form concealed under the hooded coat that he wore. Despite Charles and the rest of the team reassuring him, he still didn't feel comfortable. Kurt sure that the woman they had come to find would think of him as some kind of demon that had been sent for her. The smell of sulphur every time that he would teleport, not making anything easier. That even though the professor had told him that there was no one better for the job than him, he still believed that Storm, Scott or even Charles himself would do a better job at trying to talk to the woman. To tell her all the things that the professor had told them. But he had agreed. He had said that he would do this. So, do this he would.
Slowly, Charles and the others made their way to the desk. Logan reaching out his hand and heavily hitting the small bell on the countertop. Charles smiling softly, as an old man appeared from the back room. The pale haired hotelier looking over the top of his glasses at him. At the others. Not quite sure of what to make of the unusual bunch that had just made their way into his establishment.
"Can I help you?" The man enquired, as he turned his attention the older man in the chair.
"Yes. You had a young woman check in earlier today. I was wondering if you could tell me which room she was in? I'm a friend of hers." Charles explained. The telepath sensing that the man seriously doubted that he was a friend.
"I'm sorry. No one checked in at all today. Perhaps it was one of the other hotels in town." The man replied. Suspicious that people would arrive out of the blue, when his new guest had informed him that she was just passing through.
"Please, sir. It is very important that I see her. I................."
"There isn't anyone here.............."
"Please sir, calm yourself." Charles interrupted. The pale haired man's temper settling, as the professor eased himself into the man's mind.
"Her name is (Y/n). She is alone and could be in danger. I am simply here to speak with her. To make sure that she is alright. I mean her no harm whatsoever." Chares assured, as he moved his chair a little closer to the counter. The hotelier's attention turning to the keyboard behind him.
"She is in room 307, on the third floor." Charles said. His minds eye seeing images of the Nephalem in the other man's thoughts. Of him handing her the key and watching as she made her way to the elevators.
"Thank you, sir. Perhaps you should return to your dinner. I believe it is getting cold." Charles continued. Smiling again, as the old man agreed and slowly made his way back into the small room that sat behind the reception desk.
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(Y/n) quickly pulled on some of her clothes and heaved her bag over her shoulder. She could sense him now. The voice had a form, and that form was coming for her. He and others were coming for her. The oddity laughing to herself as she realised that whoever the callers were. Whether they were from heaven or hell, they must be scared to send so many to try and find her. To try and hurt her. But if her visitors thought that they could cause her any harm, then they were about to find out that they were very much mistaken. That if they were expecting to be able to contain her. Or worse, kill her, then they would quickly discover that she would not go down without a fight. She hadn't survived all these millennia, without having learnt how to protect herself from others. How to take down both demon and angel. So, this group would be no different. And no matter what they were, they would find that she was greater.
Quickly she made her way to the window, opening it and looking outside. A three storey drop. It was nothing to one with wings. And it was definitely nothing to her. Once outside, the night would hide her. The forests and wilderness beyond would protect her. And despite that little voice in the back of her head that was continuing to tell her that she should stay. That now was telling her to wait and greet her visitor. She knew that she could not stay. She would have to move on. Continue to roam as she always had done. The outcast. The oddity.
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"You ok with this?" Logan asked, as he and Kurt made their way to the stairs. They both knew that it would seem more normal to wait for the elevator. Yet nothing about this whole thing could ever be described as normal. They had come to find a woman that was angel born. That had been sired by a demon. So, to do anything that might be considered normal, would in fact seem quite absurd. Especially given that Charles was watching over the reception area, and Scott had made his way to guard the front of the building. Both men also knowing that with just one leap from Logan, and quick teleportation from Kurt, they could cover the three floors, and get to the room of the Nephalem much quicker. They would be able to get to her quicker. To hopefully stop her before she did what Charles feared, and disappeared.
Kurt had found himself wondering why this Nephalem would dislike others so much. What had happened to her to make her not want to be part of anything. Part of a family. Though what was he to say? He had always felt like an oddity. He had felt on occasions like a nomad himself. And not just because he had travelled with the circus. Only settling, when he had met the others. Met his new family. Yet unlike him, who had known the company of others of his kind, this creature had always been on her own. From the moment she had been cast out, she had been alone. And Kurt couldn't help but want, even with his concerns about him not being the right one to do this, to want to change that. To show her that despite how she had been treated by her own family, she could have a new one. Just like him.
"Yes." Kurt simply replied. His heavy accent hanging in the air, as he suddenly vanished into a cloud of sulphurous dark smoke. Logan jumping up, and digging his claws into the staircase, as he rose through the air. The large feral nodding at the waiting Kurt, before making their way out into the corridor. Their eyes scanning the long hall for the room. Logan and Kurt had been told by Charles, that despite how he had tried to feel something from the divine being, hoping that he would be able to sense her emotions. That he would be able to calm her. There was nothing. Her mind able to block his abilities. Though he did hope that in person, Kurts gentleness would be able to reach out to the Nephalem, while Logan stood guard. That the Nightcrawler could persuade her that he meant no harm. That none of them meant her any harm, despite what she might think.
Quickly they made their way to the room, Kurt reaching out his hand to knock. Yet as he heard a noise from behind the ingress, Logan found himself kicking in the door. Their eyes falling on a winged form that was halfway out of the window. The body turning to take a brief look at both men. Kurt's yellow eyes meeting those of the escaping Nephalem. His orbs taking in the intricate markings that covered the skin of her face. The magnificence of her wings and glory of her presence. The ex-acrobat finding himself unable to move, as she glared at him before leaping through the opening. Kurt sure that he had never seen anything as beautiful. Never seen anything more perfect in his whole life. And sure, that he would do everything he could to have her with him.