Like Clockwork... (Andy / Piotr)

[piotr]

Setting: The Park
Weather: The sun is shining and a soothing gentle breeze keeps the climate at around seventy five.
Time: Noon
Tag: Andy

Every single day was like clockwork for Piotr... So it should be as of no surprise that when eleven thirty, just a few minutes before noon to beat the afternoon crowds came rolling around, that he found himself clocking out for lunch with the characteristic umbrella in his left hand as he made his way out of the office. As was custom, waving and exchanging pleasantries to those in the office and the occasional new random person that would cross his path. As he exited the building, he took a right and headed in the direction towards the parks and recreational areas where his final stop would be. Before that however, he had a couple of stops to make first.

It was a nice day out, and thankfully from the looks of things, it wasn't going to be raining. As he made his way along he found his favorite little bistrot where he ordered his usual turkey sandwich with cranberry sauce and stuffing on sourdough with a bag of plain potato chips and a large glass of Honeyed Plum Green Tea with ice. About five hundred steps further down would be where he would pick up a paper after paying a credit and a half in it's dispenser and then another seven hundred and thirty eight steps and he would be at his bench.

Before he sat down, Piotr leaned the umbrella against the bench just adjacent to himself, and took a deep fresh breath of the beautifully scented air, then sat the glass down on the grass adjacent the bench and alongside it, the bag containing his sandwich and chips. Then, opening the paper to the business section, he began to check out business ratings and the upcoming election... Bringing the ankle up to rest on his knee, he then folded the paper in half and set it to his right side where it wold be ignored for a few minutes as he proceeded to eat his lunch.

[Andy Metro]

Andy had let himself mourn for the muse angel he would never know. He had let himself wallow in his depression over not knowing someone loved him so deeply for long enough. He had rested from his ordeal with the tricksters knife, still sporting the dark tendril veins reaching out from the wound beneath his skin. He was well enough again to make his way into the world.

Today he was on a mission for the angel continuum in New Vegas. Tiny clinks came from the pocket of his black overcoat as he walked through the park, searching for the contact. What he was doing was legal but it was unsafe. The trade could never be done with a vampire, they could not be trusted with his delivery. It wasn't their fault, they just couldn't help themselves once they caught the scent of it.

He spotted a man on a bench and at first thought that it may be him. But, no, he was not wearing the described outfit. Then he saw her, standing not far from the man on the bench. The man was a human so he posed no threat. He knew him actually. He was one of Phelothiel's group of humans to watch over. The tasks were set higher these days but the man looked well looked after and his aura was clean, he smiled at that thought.

The woman was dressed in a doctors garb, complete with scrubs and a white jacket with her name printed on it. He paused and smiled softly in greeting. "I am Andy." he said in a comforting tone. "I have the delivery."

"How do I know it's good." the woman asked suspiciously.

"I am an angel, incapable of lying." he answered then opened his coat and lifted his shirt to show his midriff. He pushed the waist of his jeans down just far enough to expose his abdomen from the top of his pubic hair to the bottom of his pecks. "Are you satisfied?" he asked with much understanding in his voice.

"No belly button...I heard about that..." the woman gasped and stared at the hard defined muscles that extended over his entire abdomen. He let go of his clothing and brushed it back into place. "What is the age of the child?" he got right down to business.

"4" the doctor answered.

"Give him two drops per day for three days, no more." he instructed her as he reached in his pocket and took out two red vials. "This came from me and I am an archangel, more than two drops will be too powerful for a child so young."

"Got ya, 2 drops per day, no more." she answered taking the vial. "And for the vampire with day burns?" she looked at him curiously.

Andy reached in his other pocket and took out a larger vial. "One drop every 4 hours mixed with human blood. Any more than that and he will become addicted. That will pose a threat for my kind." he instructed.

"Got ya, 1 every four hours, no more." she replied. "And what is the price?" She asked and pulled out a roll of scripts.

"I could not charge you to heal someone in need." he said softly. "But if you have mercy in you, we need warm blankets and all the shoes we can get at the mutant colony in The Undercity. The cold season looms upon us." he knew he could never ask payment for a gift he could give so freely. "If you choose to help, just leave them at the MPS with Gavin McMahon."

"Got ya, we'll have what you need over there by the end of the day, and thank you, Andy. You're secret is safe with me." she turned and left.

Andy sighed and walked over to the bench and sat down next to the human who was eating his lunch. His work was done for the day if the woman came through. If she didn't he didn't know what he would do. They needed supplies down there before the cold season hit and the vampires didn't care. He supposed it was enough that they let the mutants live there. But winter was going to be rough if they didn't get some shoes on their feet and blankets to sleep under. His stomach rumbled violently and he remembered that he had given his breakfast to some children and forgot to pick something up at Ruby's. He sighed again, "I'll never get used to hunger..." he muttered.

[piotr]

As he sat there on the bench, Piotr remained somewhat oblivious to what was going along a few feet away from himself as he enjoyed his sandwich while scanning through the paper. Then returned his gaze back to the section featuring the elections and those that were running for office and found that the smearing had yet to begun. As he finished off half of his sandwich, Piotr felt the boards of the wooden bench beside himself give beneath a strangers weight and afforded a casual glance in the persons direction. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do until he heard the man's stomach protest against having not eaten. Personally, he was one of those people that believed nothing happened without a reason.Then the trick came into play as to what type of man was he and did he need help?

Taking a sip of his tea, the wheels of his mind continued to work over the approach without trying to reach any assumptions, as the man seemed to be dressed okay but needed a shave. Maybe he had come on hard times by joining the casual work force in 'Work-for-a-Day' which could attest to the mans abnormal height. Then again, the man wasn't much taller than himself, so classifying him as being a mutant just because of his height wasn't probably an ideal way of gauging mutants in the population.

"Rough day," he asked politely as he folded up his paper and redirected his attention to the man that had just joined him on the bench, testing the waters as he looked at the man adjacent him. He had plenty of time before he would have to go back in to the office and square away the paperwork. Taking the folded up New Vegas paper he sat it down to his left next to the bag that still contained the other half of his sandwich and a bag of potato chips. Knowing that someone was hungry, well, he never could bring himself to eat in front of others. It just wasn't him.

[Andy Metro]

((LOL so much for showing off his abs and revealing his angelic countenance haha.))

Andy glanced at the man and smiled softly, "You could say that." he said in his soft baritone voice. His glowing blue eyes searching for eye contact. "Most days are rough since the father abandoned this world." he added with a note of sadness. "We are trying, but with our numbers so thin, we struggle keep up." he stated, assuming the man would know by his personage that he was an angel.

He looked up at the sound of a bell to see a pretzel cart wheeling by, "Pardon me." he said as he quickly stood up and hailed it to stop. He dug in his pockets until he found what he was looking for. He removed the torn and faded credit slip from his pocket and handed it to the man who traded a large fresh baked pretzel. Andy sat back down once again and broke off a piece then stuffed it in his mouth.

He barely swallowed a bite when a squirrel approached, casting a weary eye at the man sitting next to Andy. It chittered shyly at Andy and he smiled. "Of course you may have a bite." he said and pulled a chunk off the pretzel. The squirrel reached out a little hand and took it then chittered a thank you. "You are welcome little one, do you have children?" The squirrel chittered again in answer. "Oh, then you shant need more. Have a good day my friend." he turned his head to smile a the man when a blue bird landed on his shoulder. He turned his head quickly as it chirped in his ear. "Yes, you may have a bite as well." he ripped another piece off and held it for the bird to take.

As soon as the bird left, he tried to wolf down the rest of the pretzel but ended up stopping twice to offer a piece to another squirrel and chipmunk. As he passed the last piece off to the chipmunk he laughed, "And I wonder why I am always hungry." He leaned back on the bench, feeling much better, "I do not have it in me to say no." he grinned.

[piotr]

[OOC: LoL Sorry, I just thought him being who he is... A man of routine, a CEO, and about to enter into the elections; that he would be a respecter of others privacy. Don't worry, soon enough. *Big Smiles*]

Piotr allowed his gaze to linger upon the man that he had just met as he received an answer. A phrase that promised a conversation which he himself would see where it would go as he listened to the mans soothing voice. In response to the answer he received, Piotr merely smiled in an understanding manner and softly grunted while giving his head a simple nod. Once again, turning his gaze to look at the other mans face, Piotr got a glimpse into a set of vivid blue eyes... They were odd and out of place in this world for their intensity. 'Maybe they were some cybernetic implants,' he found himself silently boggling as the man continued.

It didn't take long and he was able to put the pieces together. Letting the man speak as he himself, provided the ear, sometimes that is all we need. Is someone to sit down and listen to our needs. They don't need to have all of the answers just to know that someone cares... It was about this point in time, that the man who was he assumed an angel, excused himself to catch a traveling pretzel vendor who was tolling on a bell to attract his next customer which seemed to have worked. Seeing that Andy was now eating, he felt a bit more at ease, yet not enough to begin finishing his own lunch. Seeing that he was enjoying the company if nothing else he didn't know what he counsel to offer to help ease his burden as the man was an angel; and knew much more than he himself could possibly even begin to fathom. He did the only thing that he knew how. Piotr smiled compassionately at the man, letting it travel sincerely from his heart and flow into his eyes as he spoke, "I know that many have said God has left the world to her own devices; and looking around, it may seem like that at times. I am just a man and nothing more, but, despite it all and what others may say. I choose to believe that there is A God that is still there and listens. I hope you can forgive my ignorance if indeed that is what it is."

He paused for a few seconds watching the interaction between the now more validated angel and what he assumed to be wild animals come to the stranger for food. Before continuing on as he didn't want to sound like he was preaching, especially to an angel that seemed to sound so... defeated, "Either way, by making the effort to better the lives of others, no matter how little one seems to accomplish. It means the world to those that we have helped along the way. If it helps, I can sympathize with you on the whole one man trying to help the needs of the many."

Piotr silently watched the stranger interact with the natural world so effortlessly and found it odd but in a good way. He had never met an angel before. Let alone spoke to one. He probably sounded like a simpleton to the angel, but then again, what mortal man probably didn't? He really enjoyed hearing the other mans laugh. It reminded him so much of his mother, god did she have a laugh. It was as contagious as liquid sunshine or the yawns. It wasn't long however and the man's food was gone, and following the man's statement of no wonder why he was always hungry, Piotr laughed softly in a low and rich tone as the songs of birds and wind passing through the leaves sang together in a natural melody in the background.

Reaching down beside himself, he produced the bag that still contained the other half of his sandwich and a bag of potato chips, "It seems like I have gotten a bit extra today, would you mind sharing with me?" Reaching down into the bag, he pulled out the other half of his sandwich which had been left unopened and offered it considerately to the other man, "I would hate to waste it as I am afraid I won't be able to eat another bite." He had hoped that he had not offended the angel with his prior attempt to help make the angel feel better.

"So you are an angel right," Piotr asked as he cocked the curious, singular right brow that always made his youngest sibling laugh when he was feeling down, "so if I hold onto your arm does that mean I get three wishes?" He was just joking around with the guy and trying to make him laugh more... Yeah, the angels laugh was growing on him already as he smiled warmly to the man beside him, as he took a more studious look of him. Letting his eyes travel up and down the other mans countenance, obviously curious, as his brows furrowed together while he pursed his lips, "I don't mean to be rude, it's just, I have never seen an angel before. Let alone talk to one."

He shifted his weight and at long last dropped his crossed leg placing his foot to the ground and turned the trunk of his body to face the angel extending his hand to shake in introduction, "My name is Piotr."

[Andy Metro]

((considering the new height requirements for species, Andy is now 7'9")

Andy listened to the man speak and shook his head softly. No one really knew what was going on in heaven unless an angel told them specifically. It was a sad story to tell and many humans could not handle the truth, however, it was important to not hide the truth from them. He turned his eyes that were as blue as the afternoon sky with a slight glow to them toward the man.

"God no longer has his eyes on his children. I am sorry if the truth hurts you but humankind needs to know." the lie God told him still left a pain in his heart and caused his eyes to sting with impending tears. "There is a war in heaven and it is not going well. Our losses are catastrophic for both angel and demon kind." he said softly. "He has abandoned you, all of you and we, the Fallen are struggling to salvage what is left of this world." He informed his sadly. There are older Gods whom you may appeal to but they are sore for their abandonment when the young God took over." He sighed softly, "The Norse Gods bless Thor Ericsson, for he never lost his faith in his namesake."

The offer of the sandwich was welcome. In the past, to turn down such a gift would be an insult, at least in some peoples eyes. Being 7'9 he was still hungry, even after the pretzel.He delicately took the sandwich and smiled softly, "Thank you." he opened the sandwich and took half of it in one bite.

Some people might take Piotr's next words as an insult or condesention. It seemed like he didn't really believe he was an angel. It didn't matter, it was obvious to those familiar with the human form of an angel that he was one. Their tall stature, their blue eyes, the etched tattoo (which was even more defined on Andy, extending around his torso and up his neck) and the lack of a belly button were all the signs.

He swallowed what was in his mouth and turned to look at Piotr's hand. In the past he could never have taken it, it was against the rules. There were no more rules now. He took Piotr's hand, engulfing it in his warm embrace and smiled, "Andy." he offered his name. To tell a stranger his name was Sandalphon might cause fear since he was one of the most well known Archangels in existance. He and his brother were the only two mortal men who were transformed into angels. "It is common for man to not believe in us, even our countenance is not enough anymore." He put his sandwich down, stood and turned to face Piotr. "I like you, so I shall show you, here, in front of everyone in viewing distance, how you may know if a claim of angelic heritage is true."

Andy pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it on the bench. "These," he pointed to the raised etchings on his torso and neck then turned so he could see the feather etchings on his back, "...are my wings. I can extend them only on hallowed ground." He turned back and pointed at his abdomen, "Because angels are not born, we have no belly button." He didn't tell him that he had one at one time but when his body was transformed into that of an angels, it was no longer there. He pointed at his eyes, "I have the light of love in my eyes, that is why they glow. They get brighter when I use my power."

Andy took a step back and willed his weapons, a pair of two handed swords that glowed with blue, brilliant fire into his hands. His eyes glowed so bright you could not see anything but the glow. Just as quickly he willed it away, grabbed his shirt and pulled it back on, covering the perfect physique he was blessed with at his creation.He sat back down and smiled at Piotr. "I hope you believe now, for if you ever need to be healed by an angel, you must believe." he sighed and picked up the other half of the sandwich and quickly ate it.

[piotr]

Piotr sat there companionably in silence with the tall man who he just met, continued to share his burdens and looked as if he was about to cry which was totally the opposite reaction he had hoped to achieve. It seemed that things on earth mirrored the states of heaven in it's discord and chaos. To hear that there were some gods left that still looked after the welfare of mankind was a blessing and possibly the only reason why the cosmos hadn't blinked out of existence yet; but still, he offered a sympathetic and pained look up to the other man, it must be even harder to have once stood in the Holy of Holies and grace of God, and now... to be cut off from that existence. "I'm sorry," was the only two words that he could say in trying to comfort him, and he truly was.

Piotr was glad when the other man took the sandwich and began to eat, all the while storing away the information that was being shared for possible future interactions, "You are welcome." Opening the bag he pulled out he plain potato chips, and after breaking the seal of the container that held the chips, he sat them between them and grabbed one out and popped it in his mouth in all its crunchy and salty goodness. He gestured to the bag for the angel to help himself.

It was when the other man's considerably larger hand wrapped around his own that Piotr got the scope of scale and his creative mind began saving fragments away for future artistic endeavors. But for now, he merely let himself enjoy the unique experience as he caught a great smile and a name. "I apologize if I sounded as though I didn't believe you Andy. There is so much going on in the world with elementals, mutants, vampires, lycans, zombies and who knows what else," he paused for a moment as he watched Andy stand up before himself creating a shade in his presence, as Andy placed the sandwich down beside him on the bench. "It was just a bad attempt at trying to get you to smile or laugh," he admitted sincerely about his joke concerning the three wishes.

At first Piotr was genuinely curious about the tells until it hit him what Andy was actually going to do as he watched the angel uncover his perfect torso and the large shirt came off and hit the bench right beside him. He couldn't help the feeling of shock at being exposed suddenly to so much skin. True he had seen the male anatomy before, and he was an artist, even so, he would never in a million years expect for a guy to throw his shirt off in public. Let alone an angel. Though he couldn't help but watch out of courtesy, but, he truly wanted to look away out of a sense of propriety as he was but a man.

A lonely man at that; he came to the sudden realization as he tried to focus on the more pure intentions, of the why and the what, that Andy was showing him, 'Would it be considered remnants of Andy's birth right'? He wondered at that for a moment when suddenly two swords materialized out of no where catching him off guard and causing him, if possible, to slightly jump back into the bench while in a sitting position. It was all quite a bit much for one to take in during a single setting as Piotr watched the intensity of light increase until it seemed to rival the sun in a pure blue ray from Andy's eyes. Then, just as soon as it had all appeared, the flesh, weapons and light was gone as Andy once again began covering himself.

Piotr was left speechless for a spell when Andy rejoined him on the bench who then offered a charming smile before speaking... Of which, Piotr who was normally really good at staying focused on what is said, only picked up a few words such as 'hope, believe, need and must'. Slowly but surely he regained his mental faculties as Andy finished off the sandwich that he had given him. "So what is your favorite type of food," he found himself asking the now signed, sealed, stamped and delivered angel that sat right beside him. As he attempted to recover, even if poorly from the mass of information that had just been laid upon him while opening up the conversation to new topics that was more neutral because he wanted to learn more. Not just in general, but about Andy. The guy seemed to need help and though Piotr didn't know exactly how to go about doing it yet. He none the less wanted to try.

[Andy Metro]

Andy smiled at Piotr when he offered the potato chips. He would never eat something like that and hoped a vampire didn’t come along and see him eating something so unhealthy. He knew there were laws against humans ingesting harmful things. “No thank you, but I will claim them if an officer happens by.” He said softly. He didn’t want to get the man in trouble by speaking loud enough for anyone to hear.

“As I said, it is not uncommon for people to not believe in us. Some think we are mutants due to our eyes and height, but do you ever see the same mutation twice?” It was just not obvious to some people. “And do not worry, you have only to smile at me to make me smile.” Andy assured him. He found Piotr’s smile to be intoxicating. “I am sorry if I frightened you. I know it is a lot to take in, proof that there is a God and hearing that he doesn’t care about this world anymore can be unsettling.” He reached a hand over and placed it on Piotr’s for a moment before removing it.

Piotr seemed ready to change the subject. It was understandable with the way the human brain worked. It was a defense mechanism. He thought it was best just to answer the questions. He knew much about Piotr just by his association with his guardian angel, he did not mind sharing with Piotr, as a matter of fact the idea of sharing his bed with him crossed his mind twice in the last five minutes.

“There are these cookies that an old woman makes. They have cinnamon and sugar on them. They are very good. I think right now, they are my favorite.” He answered, his smile never leaving his face. Indeed his liked them this week and he liked nothing better, the week before it was apple tarts. He never knew from day to day what his favorite would be but mostly it was sweets. “What about you Piotr. What is your favorite food and what do you like to do when you are not eating lunch in a park?” he asked curiously.

[piotr]

With a dismissive hand, Piotr gestured that it was unnecessary for Andy to get in trouble on his behalf, so when the angel declined he resealed the bag and left them forgotten. He’d just throw them away later. “You’re welcome, but I doubt that it will come to that, and if it does,” Piotr shrugged, “then I will accept the consequences for my actions as is proper.”

Piotr’s brows rose simultaneously with his shoulders in response as he shook his head slightly from left to right, “I don’t know to tell you the truth Andy.” He half laughed before continuing, “A lot of mutants I see seem able to pass well enough for the average human. So as for variances of their gifts, unless it is completely obvious, you’re talking to the wrong guy. You on the other hand, well; I guess have had the opportunity to work more closely with them than myself and on a broader social scale.”

“Really,” Piotr questioned the angel that sat beside him on the bench in a hopeful voice at the possible inclination of the angels remark. ‘Now is he single or interested,’ he found himself silently wondering as he sat there so close he could feel the angels body heat. Then again, the bench was meant to hold maybe three normal sized people, not that he was complaining by any means. When Andy’s hand lingered over his own if but a few moments, comfortingly, Piotr found it pleasant as he apologized and reaffirmed the lack of God in creation and then removed his hand. “Please do not apologize,” Piotr responded gracefully, “it’s alright. You just caught me a bit off guard was all. As for God, well,” Piotr found it hard to give up his personal beliefs even still yet, “that will take time.” He said the last part of the sentence truthfully as he looked into Andy’s blue eyes and found it odd that he had to turn his head at such an angle and began feeling sympathetic for his mother as he felt a crick in his neck beginning to develop.

Respectfully and with interest, Piotr nodded his head as Andy described his favorite type of food with a beatific smile on his face. Caught up in the moment he almost didn’t hear the Andy’s question, “My what,” he stammered as he came back to the conversation, “oh! Well, I guess my favorite would be my mother’s meatloaf. As for what do I like to do when not in the park…” Piotr smiled sheepishly, “well, I like to paint still life and portraits.” Genuinely curious now himself, his two brows scrunched together upon his forehead as he leaned in towards angel, “how about you?” He questioned Andy as he looked up at the towering angel, “what do you like to do for fun, and or, to relax when you are troubled?” He wondered if the angel liked singing, or playing an instrument, to maybe martial combat. Who truly knew what hobbies an angel can or has taken up in their immortal existence.

[Andy Metro]

Andy nodded at Piotr's response to his observation of mutants. Most humans just tried to think they didn't exsist. Although, most mutants were difficult to pick out of a crowd. "I do work closely with them as I live among them in the undercity. I am as homeless as they are for I have yet to secure employment. It will not be difficult to find once I find suitable clothing. Most of the casinos want you to be sharp dressed. One does not fall from Heaven in Armani." he laughed softly, "The clothing I have was given to me as I was without clothing when I fell to earth." he expalined. "I keep it clean in lake inside the sanctuary. It is hallowed ground there, so we angels frequent it often. Many of us have to bath in the lake there."

Andy listened intently to Piotr's hobbies and felt a deep appreciation for them. They were good hobbies to have. "I knew a muse once. He was an artist too. He wrote a poem once." he smiled and sat back thoughtfully as if to remember it correctly. He licked his lips and recited the poem, "If you must ask, I am a muse, I paint the sky with brilliant hues, the cobalt seas, the azure skys, these are the things, I see in his eyes." He looked down at his hands with a sentimental smile, "He wrote it about me, you know. I was honored that I was the inspiration for such beauty. He's gone now, but such beauty will be carried with me for eternity should I live that long." He shook the thoughts of the poor muse who had given his life for him before he even got to know him. "I would very much like to see your work."

It had been a long time since Andy had let himself interact with other people let alone enjoy someone's company. He was actually enjoying himself. Now it was his turn to answer and that answer was easy. "When I first fell, I could not enjoy anything other than killing demons and Vampires. For the latter I am deeply sorry. If it were not the lie my father told me, that my twin had fallen by their hands, I would not have taken on the personage of an avenging angel. I soon found that he lied and my brother is indeed here, in New Vegas with his love." a brilliant smile of joy washed over his entire face. "I was lost but now I am whole again. I am able to find my voice once more and sing songs of love, joy and peace." he could not think of anything else he liked to do other than help people. "I guess the only other thing I enjoy is helping others, although I often do so at my own expense for I have not yet explored the options available in this world as of yet." A thought occured to him that there may be a way to get to know this man better. "Perhaps you would show me around. I have not yet seen much more than the Undercity and the Santuary. Oh, and the hospital, there is much need there."