Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5664762-20130707075225/@comment-3025831-20130725044612

She giggled. "...When your father is Death, you can get many dancing around like puppets, to your requests...Yes. I do abuse my power..ah...Bit to much. But for all the right reasons?" She cocked her head. "...If you understand. There's no cafe here at all, that offers a proper enough expreso shots with that kind of right oomf..Orr.." She pulled out some other things from thin air wort in a huge feather quill to some old partchment paper, just floted  there in mind air. "Or Hot coco?" She made it a note for her sister, before itrolled back vanished in a puff a smoke.

She let her blue eyes's errier glow soften. "..I don't want to upset you..I mean not, to make him play favoitres. I just never had a family, or more I can not remeber my true family. I was merely three.." She held up three find manuctred fingers, hinting a small bit of a talon. Years with the Reaper and his kind, altered her pyshic makeup and DNA. Angel always unknowly adpataed to her surroudings. "...He truely..IS! My father...I tend to be more the posssive sister.." She pouted. "...I know..Not a very good trait for a princess..Selfishness." Angel was curt, and to same would seem cold bitchy in her deilvery..But the way she forever had to explain her actions and words of choice, just made her look more selfish. Trying to act innocent or..Opss Iam bad. Only true family, and other feollow reapers knew the real her...a few famly ' friends'