cape_kore | 001 | Anna Miton

Whatever is doing this has to be powerful. Certainly more powerful than I've ever encountered.

Would you prefer the long answer or the short answer to that?

As long as you can spare. We can meet in person, if that might help.

I think that might be easier. Some people find it a little hard to swallow.

I can meet you at the fountain in a minute, tops.

I'll be there.

[A minute later, Sharon is at the fountain, more of her focus on her comm than is wise. Natasha, Natasha, Natasha. Still no message? Where are you...]

[ Anna's not about to give herself away just yet, so she walks to the fountain. She gets there not long after Sharon, and when she sees the woman she raises a hand into a small wave as she approaches. ]

Sharon Carter? I'm Anna. We spoke on the.. [ A small gesture towards the communicator on her wrist follows, along with a momentarily confused expression. What exactly would you call it? ]

Anyway. It's nice to meet you.

I've been calling it a wrist-comm, for lack of a better word. And yeah, it's nice to meet you, too.

So what's your world like, Anna?

[Sorry for the lack of chit-chat, Anna. Sharon's a down-to-business kind of girl.]

Wrist-comm. makes sense.

[ To the point suits her just fine, but it's clear she's a little hesitant as she starts to speak. How much should she reveal, how much will Sharon even believe? ]

My world is demons, and angels. The Devil and God. Heaven and Hell.

[ The 'feet first, deep end' approach is the one she ends up going with, though she's not about to explain her involvement in it all just yet. Some secrets are safer kept hidden for now. ]

[Sharon stares at her.]

You aren't by any chance kidding me, are you?

Wouldn't life be easier if I was.

[ That earns a smile, if a little wry, and she shrugs her shoulders. ]

I told you it was hard to swallow, didn't I?

Yeah. You did.

[She thinks for a moment and then shakes her head.] I'm from a world with superheroes. Kind of took it for granted that if hell existed, I'd end up there sooner or later. I just... didn't expect there to be a world where Hell itself was taken for granted.

Unless... But I'm assuming. Is it a concept there, or have you actually been? Like, is it a really religious place, or are Heaven and Hell fact?

It's a real place. People still have faith in the religious side of it, on Earth, but they're very much real.

[ The wry smile tightens slightly, twists into something a little more unpleasant. Someone's certainly not Heaven's greatest cheerleader lately. ]

I'm very well acquainted with how real they are.

Don't tell me you were there after you died and then came back to life or something somehow.

[At least that would put Sharon in more familiar territory.]

[ That at least gets a laugh from her, and she shakes her head quickly. ]

Oh, no. Nothing that simple, unfortunately, and a much less believable story.

Whether I believe it or not is up to me. How about you start talking, and I'll do my best to listen?

[ She's torn. She doesn't exactly want to come clean just yet, but at the same time withholding information might do no more than just keep them stuck here longer. With a quiet sigh, she looks at the other woman, and waits for the scoff of disbelief as she says quietly, ]

I'm...an Angel.

[Sharon's smile falls, but she doesn't look as if she thinks Anna is lying. She doesn't look as if she thinks much of anything one way or the other.]

Go on.

Well, that depends on what more you want to know.

[ She's watching the other woman closely, it's rare that people take that piece of information this easy, and she half expects some kind of dramatic freak out any second now. ]

Celestial beings exist, in a real and not religious sense. They're not as friendly as humanity has been led to believe, though.

Let me guess. Some angels play the harp, but they do it really badly and really loudly?

You said this place was better than where you were. Where were you?

A little less minor irritation and a little more aggressive than that, if the situation calls for it.

[ Ah, now that's a touchy subject. She's tense just thinking about it, but plays it off with a laugh as she turns ever so slightly away. ]

I was upstairs. In uh, one of our prisons.

Upstairs. Heaven?

[Which means... they have prisons in heaven? Holy shit. Maybe Sharon would wind up in one of those. It's got to be better than hell, right?]

Yeah, Heaven. It's where they put the ones who don't toe the line.

[ She's so very angry about it, but she's fighting to show little more of that than the tight smile and bitter edge to her words. She has appearances to maintain, after all. ]

God's real too, if you'll believe that. Although our Father has been missing for quite some time.

[She's not sure she believes in God at all. Just know that if he's real, she's screwed.]

How did you not toe the line?

[ She's about to bring out her tried and tested 'you wouldn't believe me' line, but figures it's about time she gave Sharon the benefit of the doubt. ]

Angels aren't ones for freedom. We get given our orders and we follow them, for our whole existence. I chose to fall instead, but eventually they found me anyway. I got taken away for...reconditioning. We don't kill one of our own unless we can help it.

[ Never mind the fact that there had been times where that would have been much kinder. ]

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