((Going to be retconning in some responses for Angel. Yay not being here!))
Anima corrected him, her dual-layered voice reverberating.
"Alistair is with me because he will be safer from enemies with me than alone, as he lacks the strength to defend himself. Cyrus, knowing the trend of people revealing their powers, probably has powers. And so does the newcomer by my reckoning."
"As to the first, I will have you. As to the second: Firstly, why would I not be part of this trend, and secondly, powers?"
"Um... uh... eh... why do you... talk like that? aren't... aren't you a little... young to... to be around with... without parents..." Selina is curious about the little girl, and glad for the distraction from Maria/Anima.
"How should I talk, and yes."
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Angel looked, a bit afraid, as the weird lady? showed up. Yup, Angel/Nuriel wasn't alone! On the other hand, that's not necessarily a good thing...and if she went into the sewers, that would make it a LOT harder to fake having been at home. Then another kid, a few years older than she, ran past her, not even noticing, and hopped into the sewer; then the big monster had died and the lady? went away.
Then the others wandered off.
Angel thought. She couldn't just let them leave, leaving her even more ignorant about the nature of this "magic" stuff. However, she equally couldn't hop down and get her clothes all wet and filthy. After several minutes' thought, she surrendered to the inevitable.
"You have got to do what you have got to do."
She transformed into Nuriel.
Nuriel was vastly different from Angel, aside from their vaguely similar faces. Nuriel was a bit bipolar; either distant or maniac. Right now, she was maniac.
"Sweet, magic crap! Sad I couldn't burninate that creep down there, but maybe this'll turn into a nice dungeon crawl and I'll get to blast something!"The maniac mode of Nuriel was nearly as talkative as Angel, once she got momentum.
Nuriel hopped into the sewer, cushioning her fall slightly with a needlessly large blast of flame and significantly with her wings. She headed down the sewer, lapsing into her distant mode.
She caught up to the group.
"'Sup?"((Remember, there's very little which would connect Angel and Nuriel to an uninformed observer.))