He stayed completely silent, listening for any sounds that would suggest that he was going to be discovered. If he heard nothing, he'd get down there and find a way in.
Tempest runs a hand through her hair, chewing on her lip. "No one knows about you except the original angels... The Bloods have no idea you exist, Tempest. Nothing's out here," she mutters.
Vic decided to at the very least investigate the mark. EH slowy crept towards the edge of the roof until Tempest came in sight. he almost fell of the roof when his heart skipped a beat.
Tempest glanced up at just that moment, quickly stepping back away from the house, her wings spread to their full span. "Who are you? No one's supposed to know where I am," she says, a mixture of fear and anger lacing her voice.
Scar ducked low quick. hoping that he hadn't been seen. This was the s.hit he'd been afraid of. The exact same thing.
"I know you're there. What's going on?" Tempest asks, beating her wings to rise off the ground just enough so that she could see him. He's like the Blood Angels they described to me... Oh sh.it... That means they know where I am and I'm probably about to get killed...
She shakes her head, sighing. "No need to try hiding from me. I was merely startled. You can come in."
He didn't have nearly enough experience, training, or anything to prepare himself for a direct nonviolent confrontation from the mark. He stood up and snapped his wings out, jumping back. His plan was to take off for a vertical ascent. Instead, his back met the chimney. Scar collapsed, his back in a world of pain.
Tempest sighs, landing lightly on the roof. "What's wrong?" she asks, frowning down at him. "I'm not at all that scary, am I?"
He decided not to dignify that with a response, instead focusing on trying to stand up. A miserable failure if he ever knew one. He fell back down. "D.amn it."
Tempest chews on her lip, holding a hand out. "Here. Let me help," she says gently. "How long have you been on my roof?"
He decided not to respond to that either, decidng to roll up the slope of the roof and away from Tempest. He grabbed onto the chimney and stood himself up, deciding it was time to fly. Too bad only one of his wings would respond...
"Your other wing's broken. If you'll just come inside, I can help you. But if one of the Light Angels or Dark Angels comes to check on me and your out here, they won't hesitate to kill you," Tempest says, shaking her head.
This was te time for him to give a response. "I'll die either way." He slowly made his wat t Tempest. He'd rather not die at the hands of Blood Angels.
Tempest frowns slightly at that, unsure of what to say as she jumped down from the roof, landing lightly on her feet. "Why would your own kind kill you?" she questions, glancing over her shoulder at him.
"No particular reason." He rolled to the edge of the roof, hanging his feet over the edge as he dropped. He winced as he landed, but he had at least gotten down.
Tempest shrugs, letting it drop for the time being. She opens the door to her house, humming quietly to herself.
Scar followed her, a slight stagger invading his step. After all, he had just collided with a chimney.
Tempest glances over her shoulder at him, standing just inside the doorway. "You never told me your name," she says lightly.
"Clint," he lied. No sense in giving away his true identity. Not to this Storm Angel. He was supposed to kill her, not become captive.
Tempest raises an eyebrow, not believing him, but not mentioning that she didn't. "Nice to meet you. I'm Tempest."