Barachiel بُراقيل

Angel of lightning, hunter of evil. Guardian of the angelic vessel bloodlines. Patron angel of supernatural hunters. {[Vessel: Zakariah Rayns] - S/N/L}

[Barachiel بُراقيل @AngelOfHunters]

+ lowering my hooded gaze to @SanctifiedSword's tankard with the briefest of nod] As you are ready, brother. So shall we go and begin.

[Barachiel بُراقيل @AngelOfHunters]

+ it's, must have somehow brought you great distress for such actions. And I shall eager aid in your revenge. [Slowly + @SanctifiedSword

[Barachiel بُراقيل @AngelOfHunters]

+ off again] This summoning bespeaks from you a note of deep seated anger and vengeance, @SanctifiedSword. The demon, or some fellow of +

[Barachiel بُراقيل @AngelOfHunters]

+ toss my head beneath my hood, waving a hand dismissively at her offer a drink. Then waiting a moment until she meanders + @SanctifiedSword

[Barachiel بُراقيل @AngelOfHunters]

+ But we are brothers always and forever. My services are yours, @SanctifiedSword. [Pausing as a server appears at our side to lower and +

[Barachiel بُراقيل @AngelOfHunters]

+ rising familiar protective sensations within me. My fingers disengaging to turn out, palms up, in offer] Past is past. + @SanctifiedSword

[Barachiel بُراقيل @AngelOfHunters]

[Dim brown eyes in @SanctifiedSword's face was not what I recalled of my brother. The despondent breeding greater concern for him and +

[Barachiel بُراقيل @AngelOfHunters]

+ you require of me. And is shall be fulfilled post haste. //@SanctifiedSword

[Barachiel بُراقيل @AngelOfHunters]

+ brother. As it is with deep regert we've lost contact as we have. But it changes not. Tell me. What ever it is that + @SanctifiedSword

[Barachiel بُراقيل @AngelOfHunters]

+ from him. My own hands folding together on the table top as @SanctifiedSword is regarded solemnly] We were, at one time, very close, my +

[Barachiel بُراقيل @AngelOfHunters]

+ for seeking the assistance of others. [Letting go of @SanctifiedSword's forearm, my frame folds into the bench seat of the booth across +

[Barachiel بُراقيل @AngelOfHunters]

+ hold of in a less formal, more brotherly hold] That's as I suspected, sadly, @SanctifiedSword. You, of many an angel, are least known +

[Barachiel بُراقيل @AngelOfHunters]

[@SanctifiedSword's hand receives a tight grip and given a firm squeeze in greeting. Then swiftly released for his forearm to be taken +

[Barachiel بُراقيل @AngelOfHunters]

+ greeting to him] @SanctifiedSword. My brother. It's good to see you again. What, pray tell, is it that I can aid you with?

[Barachiel بُراقيل @AngelOfHunters]

+ remain visible as I rest a hand on the table between us, leaning over it as I stand before @SanctifiedSword and stretch out a hand in +

[Barachiel بُراقيل @AngelOfHunters]

+ strength calls for assistance. [The darkness cast by my hood shadows my face but allows the twist of a small smirk to + @SanctifiedSword

[Barachiel بُراقيل @AngelOfHunters]

+ approach @SanctifiedSword near the back of the tavern. Calling low, more with my mind than lips, as I near] Rare is it that the angel of +

[Barachiel بُراقيل @AngelOfHunters]

+ against my back; the middle left one dropping an unseen feather from it's mangled forearm section as I find and + @SanctifiedSword