The Meek Radical (Closed except for tobais, Keil, Ember and araska... This might take a while...)

Cassiel opened the double doors of GUN pulling his wings down to clear the doorway. Continuing to walk, he used his left wing to hold open the left doorway open for the other angels that should be following him. Their objective was to find a radical religious guy formerly from an organization called the "Meek." Cassiel stretched his arms and his right wing. GUN was just too cramped for him. He enjoyed the open areas, particularly heights. as it was his area of expertise. Not for the flying part, but for the freedom to watch the world below him. That freedom was being compromised, Raide was threatening to destroy everything he came to know. He could not allow that. He closed his eyes and sought the future, where this radical person was. Surprisingly, he was nearby, New York actually. The hardest part would be for him to be convinced to join the hand of justice. After all New York was being infested with Demons of great numbers. Cassiel assumed correctly that he would be more concerned about saving his own neck and battling the small guys, rather than attacking the leader and cutting off the head of the snake. Cassiel could not waste any time, But he had to wait on his friends to help.

A block away from Central Park, a large cathedral in the Roman Gothic style stood. It was falling apart, the large stained glass windows breaking apart, pigeons and ravens letting themselves in to make nests in the musty attic. The place had been long abandoned, for the last procession was not exactly holy. The last man that had stood behind the pulpit was the 'Reverend' Kezia, spewing his zealous filth across New York for around a year before moving on.
In the back of the chapel sat a young man, leaning his cheek against a tall pole, two blades folded back against it's length. Pulling himself up, he headed down the isle, headed for the pulpit.
Kabel had last stood in the building as a follower himself. Now he was there, desperate to get in touch with Kezia's power yet again.
The screams from Central Park rang though the building, and the smell of burning flesh started to burn in Kabel's nose as well. His grip on his weapon tightened. He needed to be outside. Innocents were dying, and he could be helping. The light magic that Kezia had given him was very strong, but only if an avatar of sorts took over him that Kabel couldn't control. But he wanted too. Needed too, if he planned on saving anyone.
The most logical place to do so seemed to be where he was given his power. But it seemed Kezia's presence had long left the area.
Kabel stood for what must have been hours, racking his mind on how to trigger his other form, pacing back and forth, the smell of death surrounding him as smoke began to pour into the chapel from the broken windows.
He stopped, unable to continue though the chaos he could perceive. He was torn, he knew that if he went outside as it is he would surely die, but...
There was no choice. He had to do what he could, Kabel thought, as he turned for the door, Cross in hand.

Xyron nodded to Cassiel as they exited the door. The Watcher had a look in his eye, like he already new where their 'Ally' was waiting. And they couldnt waste any time. Once everyone was out, the Angels took flight, heading towards New York City, Cassiel in the lead. In the back of Xyron's head he could feel an itching sensation, as if someone was tickling him. There was a lot of pain coming from this direction. He grimaced at the feeling. There was nothing he could do for them now. Hopefully other heroes had already arrived on the scene. The Hand was on a greater mission.

As the Angels arrived on the scene, they noticed a decrepit old church sitting by itself. The yard was in disarray, the windows were no longer useable, and even the architechture was crumbling in places. Still, the energy given off by the consecrated ground was tangible, despite the slight taint left by (what Xyron assumed was) neglect. The building itself was of the Classic Roman Gothic style, with a vaulted ceiling and carved stone walls. Xyron smiled, remembering when the style was still new. It was amazing the way time passed so quickly, like water over a stone. Stare at the stone, and nothing seems to change. But return in a day and it would no longer remain.

Xyron blinked hard to bring himself out of his reverie. Now was not the time for nostalgia. He looked back, double checking that the others had also arrived. Then he turned towards the door.

((Sorry if this was borderline character controlling. We really needed to get to the door before he left it, so I sped things along. Thank you liquid time. XD ))

(Im fine with it... what I wanted anyhow)

((I'd say we should just continue this without Ember. Just mention "the others" every once in a while to notice that she's here, then keep going. If we avoid addressing her, then she can just jump in when she returns and we can get this thread moving in the meantime. Araska, that means you're up.))