| ((Dammit! Err... I mean, what? >.>;; *Cough*))
He heard her loud entrance. How could anyone not? But then, didn't he enter just as loudly? Who, or what, if anything, could be here before him?
"... Paranoid."
Talking to himself wasn't something he did three thousand years ago. He had changed quite a lot, despite what everyone else thought. Replacing the sheet of paper without really reading it, the man turned. He looked her over. If he weren't who he was, and wasn't the way he was, he'd have felt something akin to attraction for the girl standing in front of him. Fortunately he didn't have a heart of stone. In fact, he didn't have a heart at all. Not after three thousand years of isolation.
Bowing, Raphael bent slightly and placed his right leg forwards, a technique he learned a long time ago.
"I greet thee, fair maiden."
And yet, he was swift as lightning in becoming a gentleman in the prescence of a woman. He had lived amongst humans for less than a century and yet the things he learned stayed with him though everything. Curious, indeed.
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"My word is my honor. My honor is my life."
-- Demonchild, Angelkin, the Blackest Seraph, the Final Warrior
"Cut down the Gods if they stand in you way."
-- Hagakure |