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His back was a mess, but not just from the scarring. Underneath the skin was just this constant... twitching, as if there were muscles there that certainly didn't belong. Thankfully it was hidden well enough underneath a normal shirt. There was a particularly jagged scar along where the one wing had been ripped off.

There were times when he did take his wings out to just preen them, cleaning them up, making sure they looked their best despite their default state being disheveled. That was just how they came on a fallen angel, and only when he redeemed themselves could they be beautiful again.

"What?" Tybalt turned, a mildly disgruntled look on his face as he began to button up his shirt. "What's that supposed to mean?"
 
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Oooh, he was irritated now. Angelo was doing his best not to chuckle at how grumpy Tybalt looked, and he made a quick little gesture up towards his own face.

"I've got scars on the front, you've got scars on the back. Wouldn't be surprised if she stuck us together because she knew neither was going to freak out over the other persons." It was the kind of thing that would just make it easier in the long run. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the freaky twitching that went on, but he supposed that probably had something to do with the wings.
 
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Tybalt paused for a few moments, coat in hand, before he sighed. Right, right, scars up the wazoo if he had any say in it. "I doubt that was taken into consideration while we were being partnered up." Did it ever? Well he couldn't know for sure, but part of him doubted it. He closed his locker a little more forcefully than he needed to.

And that was the sin of wrath, the one in which he was cast out of heaven for.

"It's a bit of a heavy handed subject for me." For once, he wasn't being dodgy or vague or secretive. He might as well be honest with the fact that his wings and their... dirtiness, were a sensitive subject.
 
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Angelo really wasn't sure. Kiara was exactly the kind of person who would stick them together for shits and giggles, because they both had scars out the ass. If she had known what he was at the time, he'd have thought it was species that made them get paired up - only as far as the police knew, he was still a big fat question mark. Even if he knew now, he wasn't exactly volunteering that information. Not unless he was absolutely sure that was what he was - and maybe not even then.

"Fair enough." If Tybalt didn't want to talk about it, he wasn't going to make him talk about it. Probably wouldn't help to mention he'd been raised Catholic. "I'll stay off it then. That said... I guess they're just bulletproof?" He didn't think Tybalt would be able to fly on them, but he figured he'd volunteer that information. "That's a pretty useful thing."
 
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Bulletproof? Tybalt's expression remained irritated, but it softened around the edges now that the subject was off his horrendous scarring. "That's one way to put it. My wings are, my body not so much."

He could've still gotten shot pretty badly and lived, though. He was definitely more resilient than most of the population, or else he would have died during the great plague. The muscles in his back twitched as if remembering it itself, but he didn't draw any attention to it.

"I used to be able to fly on them." Used to. Not anymore. Another sigh, then he reached for his coat and threw it on. All better now, he supposed. That was over and done with and now that Angelo knew, it wasn't going to be long before most of the other information came out.

"And what about you, huh? What are you, exactly?"
 
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It seemed like the scarring was a sore point, and Angelo couldn't really blame him. Even if Angelo didn't mind people looking at his scars or asking questions about them, he understood how awkward they could be. It was one of the reasons he wore his hair so long - it made it easier for people to talk to him without having to play the awkward do-I-look-at-the-scar game. Plus, it wasn't hard to figure out what kind of baggage a tattered winged angel might have. He was fallen, although Angelo couldn't begin to guess why. Judgement was pretty standard - it wasn't like they kicked angels out of heaven for doing their job.

He wasn't exactly expecting to field a question about what he was, but he supposed in retrospect he really should have seen it coming. He'd found out what Tybalt was, and it was only fair that he give up his own secret.

He let out an over dramatic sigh.

"Well, I suppose I might as well tell you. Haven't even updated my records, since it's a pretty recent discovery. Spent most of my life thinking I was an ordinary human until I found the whole... vanishing thing." He paused, scratching his chin. Tybalt probably couldn't have figured out what he was doing - or if he had, he'd never commented.

"Ever noticed me... sort of praying over a body? Like, if we're first on scene or if someone died while we were there." It was the best way to describe it, even if it wasn't quite praying.
 
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He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to get it back to messy perfection. The run and bit of a tumble had messed it up, and he preferred to look like he'd meet the love of his life every minute. Yes, Tybalt was a bit of a romantic and tended to fall a little in love with everyone he met; he couldn't help it.

Praying over a body? Tybalt cocked his head to the side, a little curious. "Yeah. Always thought you were praying. I assumed you were a religious man." Which would have pleased him immensely had his soul not been so grey and tarnished. What did that have to do with anything, anyways? If Angelo had been an angel, he would've known.

This had to be something interesting. Probably. He just hoped that there wouldn't be an epic twist and he'd turn out to be demonic. That would have been much too cruel for words.
 
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"Well, I was raised Roman Catholic." He wasn't going to deny that part, not at all - he'd grown up that way, and nothing was going to change that. "But I'm only sort of praying. Basically, when someone dies, I can... feel them, I guess. Their soul? More or less." It had taken him a veeeeeery long time to come to terms with it. Intellectually he should have known exactly what it was he was dealing with, only he'd spent so long firmly routed in 'normal human behavior' that the idea that he was literally feeling human souls was... well, not a comfortable one.

"I can kind of.. send them off. To the afterlife, I guess. Heaven or hell or who knows where, it's not like I pick. I just... they're sitting there and I can push them over this invisible barrier, help them along, and then they're not there anymore." And then it was just a body, in other words. "Not really useful for work, beyond that I can tell when there's no point in trying CPR." He could tell when someone was too far gone. The moment there was a soul there, there was officially no point in trying. He'd never seen anyone come back.
 
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Hm... Soul based powers, too? Tybalt was undeniably a little curious about that bit, even though it didn't sound like it was anywhere similar to his. There was no way Angelo was an angel, but he was definitely something else.

But there was one thing to it; Angelo's work definitely attached to his. Not anymore, and he'd descended from heaven long before Angelo was born, but the man sent them off and he was the one to judge them. How... convenient. Did their superiors know?

"I see..." A pause, closing and locking up his locker for the day. He was being sent home and probably had a few days off after this, aside from filling out the paperwork. "Got a name for what you are, or are you guessing?"
 
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Ahh, the million dollar question. Just what was he? He didn't know - not really. He had at least managed to get a solid guess from someone with a better idea than him though, so he was forced to go with that.

"Met a big guy - skeleton face - who said he was a reaper. Said what I was doing with souls was the same as him - sending them off to the afterlife, basically." Which was a very abbreviated version of what he'd been told, but that was the jist of it. "Stories didn't match up though, because he said my story didn't match up with his story. So I'm not a reaper. Best guess is I'm... half-reaper, or whatever, and my dad was actually one." Not the man he'd thought of as his biological father, but that hadn't mattered to him much. He wasn't very attached - he'd basically been the don's son for far longer than he'd known about his powers. He'd seen his biological parents very little.
 
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