Red Angel: Happy Birthday! [wide open || Everyone invited]

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___"Wer zu Lebzeit gut auf Erden... wird nach dem Tod ein Engel werden... den Blick gen Himmel fragst du dann... warum man sie nicht sehen kann..."
___A decidedly grungy looking young woman strolled down the street grumbling a catchy, yet foreign sounding song beneath her breath. It was a cold day, the sun was just starting to melt last night's snow. Her hazy chartreuse eyes wandered around the familiar street before her. She knew these streets like she knew the back of her own frayed black fingerless gloves, but the one she was supposed to meet here today didn't. The snow and nippy air made it difficult to smell anyone, and the melting snow muffled all sounds in the usually noisy commons. Rusty and modded cars and trucks sputtered past... the dead homeless, victims of the previous frost, littered the street like so much human refuse... the sad projects sagging at the edge of the club district's visible range even seemed to sigh at the condition of the urban wasteland.
___Yet, the woman was at home in such chaos and decay. It represented the very heaven, the very fake goodness and facade of justice in an inherently unjust universe she sought solace from and such a place brought a toothy smile to her wicked face and her pupils narrowed to savage slits, an evil grin flitting across her face at some mischievous thought... yet, like the melting snow it faded for a moment as she saw a familiar figure rushing towards her. "Oy, Moskau?"

The besaid blonde bishie figure sped along the street, his curly locks blowing in the wind and emitting so many sparkles. Voices of reason shouting cautionary statements in the form of two German Shepard spirits in the black motorcycle's wake, one white like the powder the tires threw up and another one dark brown and black like the debris and mud that flew as the incubus jumped from the vehicle, sending it into a nearby snowdrift.
For a moment, everything inanimate faded from the scene and there were only the four living creatures... the man, suspended in the air and moving forward slightly like a smiling missile... the woman, an expression of unadulterated terror on her face... the two dogs, almost sitting and backpedaling with their front paws in an unsuccessful effort to stop...
Suddenly, the white was absorbed by reality, time resumed, and within split seconds the Ultra Super Glomp was complete. The female spirit lay defeated in the snow, mumbling weakly about the possibility of a chipped tooth, the man lay atop her in victory, the shockwave from impact etched into the snow and the skid marks from the dogs, in snowbanks themselves, forming lines equal distance from the site of the hug, as though they'd been placed there on purpose.
Moskau, the winner of whatever contest he judged had just taken place, embraced Grunty, the woman, standing up and cuddling her. "Oh my god, Grunty! I'm so glad to see you! I'd never expect someone like you to actually offer to treat me out on my birthday! Do I get cake? Where's the cake? I saw this awesome studded leather belt in JK Dime's catalog and I have to have it? Can we go shopping? Oh shopping would be so awesome! Do you have any friends? I want to meet all of your friends! It's been so long since I've actually been out socially! I bet I'm going to get a surprise party later on! Oooooo! I just can't wait..."
The words continued without any pause in sight as though they flowed from a dam someone left open.

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