Jinn...

Yeah, I updated it and made in even more insanely long. :) hope you enjoy :).
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A dark tower stood in the middle of town. A strange building, it was said it was a bank, or several banks. The name on the front was rarely read by the passerby. It was a place to be avoided, for more than one reason. People just didn't feel...right around the place. It gave the regular person the chills, and unforgiving feeling drifted down from the highest point. Seemingly hewn of a rough black granite of many impurities it gave out the idea of riches without luxury, of dark avarice. The glass of the windows was darken, only adding to the general feeling of depression.

The building seemed to look down one you.

Or would appear to, if you weren't wondering what the hell that one guy was doing way up at the top.

He stood out on the backdrop of black, he held a large white flag.

A all White flag with a big "NOT" emblazzened across the middle.

As you probably know from your own personal exuberances, all men in a spandex jumpsuits have several things in common with the average streaker.

First both have the attention of everyone for a large distance after you start screaming for a bit. There attention, you must remember, not there respect.

Next, they show everything... NEXT

Naxt, a probably most importantly, both usually have security guards after their asses. With serious intent on covering the incident up.

However, they failed to ad(dress) the situation.

I would like to tell you that Jinn was in a spandex jumpsuit, but you must remember, he is a squatter, and flags don't come cheap.

How he got up 50 stories of a office building with stepping foot inside, no one knows. How he got up there without being caught on circuit cameras, no one knows. How he got up there completely NAKED, no one WANTS to know.

That being said, when an old lady kindly reported that a young man was being rather showy on the roof, some thought she was kidding. But, being an old lady, this was quickly dismissed, old ladies are always serious about nudity, it's probably one of the most important laws in literature. It probably goes something like "When ever some has the balls to have some public indecency, there will be a lady over the age of 55 to see it."

Sure enough, and as you well know by now, they saw a sight as soon as they checked. And well...

Security was called...

The SUV's with large numbers of guards showed up. Accompanied was a large number of firearms. Snipers set up with there deadly accuracy trained right on the unphased Jinn.

A helicopter was called, and soon it was hovering around the building with the ever-present guy with a bullhorn calmly telling Jinn to back off the edge and put some clothes on.

Oh, did I mention the crowd? There's always a crowd. This crowd was full of all sorts of people. Some of them worked in the building, some were just in the area when they saw the sight, quite a few young ladies just came to see the eye candy. News trucks were rolling in. reporters had been there almost immediately.

All these eyes were trained...on one tall dark building. Soon some questions started to be asked, what was it? Where did it come from? Was that there last year?

Questions that certain people... didn't like.

In fact, one of those certain..."people" came up, personally.

The good citizen would try to talk down a man like Jinn, this man was to, trying his best to talk him down, just a different way. He had a menacing smile and his eyes seemed to shoot daggers.

"Go ahead, jump off, pull out your wings, SHOW OFF."

"No thanks, I'm doing enough of that already."

The winds whipped up a bit. Jinn turned to the demon.

"You know, I used to be afraid of your kind. Now I declare war. Do your worse."

As the words left his mouth Jinn jumped off the ledge onto the roof and grabbed the demon by the throat. The action was fast, but by the smile on the demons face, it was expected.

"So, in case you ever have any doubts on going after me, here's a open invitation."

The helicopter came in closer as Jinn had grabbed the man's throat. There was a bang on the door, the swat team was breaking through the door with a battering ram.

The smile on the demons face was wide.

Jinn face widened to a even bigger one. "Enjoy the publicity, sir."

With that, the man was released from the death grip and Jinn made a break towards the edge of the building.

The roof ran out quickly beneath the fleet feet of the man. He reached the edge and he jumped off.

You may think it is impossible, but our story didn't end.
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In another... later... story...
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On the dark side of town there where many a dark establishment in the business of cheap liquor.

Cheap liquor alone should be a crime in itself...

As a certain crowd were well known to do horrible things to the general population as well as go on drunken rampages... this sadly, gave them away.

There was however a incident that happened on THAT night. THAT night marked a few differences in policy in Demon activity in the area. In fact, they were posted up on a new board right by the bar for everyone to see.

1. There is now a ID check. (This had more to do with rules than the night, as the cops pointed out that the bar would be shut down if there wasn't a check.)

2. a "Buddy system" always.( Specifically for the restroom, though no one trusted that particular stall ever again.)

3. Octopi are frowned upon. (This was actually held to a vote, and even the old squid overlord boys were dead set for it.)

4. Any joke starting with 3 demons walked into a bar would not be taken seriously. Even if the three demon do walk into the bar.

5. He did not mean that about your mother, you can get over it.

6. The bar chairs are not weapons. (though some still wonder how that one chair got stuck in the ceiling by the seat.)

7. That dart trick is impossible, and even if it was, it shouldn't repeated. The cat can't take to many repeats, and the darts can only go through a digestive system so many times.

8. Feral cats are not weapons. They also do not belong in other people pants.

9. No, we do not know where he pulled a Glock from, though we must admit it did look rather greasy and he did pull it from that particular area.

The list was rather long, but needless to say, it was a rather odd all the way down.

The night after... THE night... things were rather peaceful. There were children out in the park playing baseball a few hours later than usual. the bars were silent... reflective. The normal trouble makers came in much later than usual, and with rather large bruises, cuts, lacerations, and one even came in with his privets wrapped up rather tightly.

No one said anything. No one needed to say anything. To much was unbeleivable and to much was to be left unsaid.
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Within the school building a large number of classes were in session when Jinn hopped a fence.

Well, Hopped is a graceful word, and the greatest grace in his action was the way he landed on his face.

Three large bruises half covered his face. His left hand had two fingers in a splint. There was a mark on his neck that resembled a dart stab, one that barely missed a major artery.

Picking himself up was a action that took a few minutes and was not without several winces. As his head went up, a large chunk of his greasy, dirty hair was seen to be missing. He quickly moved behind a tree as he hid himself from view.

Several security guards could be seen. none of the seriously threatening types, but the screaming and locking the doors type.

After the sweep of the Guards took them to another area of the school, Jinn crept out of his hiding place. he took a running leap and just barely made it onto the roof. Using the hallways of the school as a trail, he went down to the central office and broke into a air duct.

Silently, he slid his bulk down to the most well ventilated room in the school. The principals office. Waiting patiently for the principal to move his head in a opposite direction, he quietly removed a cover and...

"Your dead obvious, Angel."

The principal had noticed. Perhaps it was the noise of a injured fool on the roof, or the numerous slams in the air duct reported, or the sheer predictability of someone going after permanent records, somehow he had heard him coming.

"You arrival is expected, oh unlucky one."

The principal didn't even turn around to see Jinn. He continued, as any good villain does.

"A great and old angel such as yourself would only go to show the hopeless situation Heaven finds itself in. This battle is being lost by you and now they call there most worthless reserves. Your resistance is futile and your punishment shall be harsh. Though I dare say you know punishment, do you not?

There was no reply from Jinn. The principal didn't even look up from his paper. He was confident, like a chess master about to say checkmate.

"Your plan was predicted by our great minds, your weakness is your love of spirits. A poor man can think up much more wasteful pastimes. But I'm afraid, you are done, sir. you have been caught in the trap, and you have nowhere to go."

The principal reached into a drawer at his desk, out of it he pulled a large revolver. It was at least a .44 Mag, and he clocked it with proficiency. He wielded it up and and next to his head.

"I assume you noticed I greased the air duct. You can never get back up it, no mortal ever could, I barely was able to reach up high enough. It is unfair, but I don't have to play by the rules. Only you, the GOOD, ever have to. But to you I say, goodbye, fool of fools."

Looking up, he sighted his weapon on... nothing.

There was only thin air and a open vent. The man stood there, alone, and dumbfounded. There was nothing. No one. the gun slipped from his hand onto the floor.

Finally he noticed that the drawer with permanent records had been opened. The lock had been picked, the files thrown about and the names were all out of order. Only a professional puts the names out of order, it makes it that much harder for the names that are missing to be found.

The deflated man, now heaving in breath, looked around the room, only to find things were out of place. A flash drive was missing, the keys had been stolen, his wife looked horrible in that picture... oh wait, she always looked like that. The hula girl on his desk had been STOLEN.

He whirled around the office, trying to take everything in that was missing.

He whirled and whirled...

"Sir? Are you ok sir?"

He stopped on the dot. It was Mrs. Haley, maybe she had-

"You left your door wide open sir, after you said for no one to bother you and slammed it."

F**K!

On the table... in his own pencil... was a note.

Handwritten in a quick scrawl.

Lovely speech, didn't stay till the end, had to leave. Busy, and all that.

P.S. Thanks for the records.

P.P.S. Your door doesn't lock on the inside, just making sure you know.

Jinn

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Several weeks prior~ (switch to first person perspective BTW)
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"You know, next time, your going to need to get a list from the old man. You are old enough to get that."

"Yeah, Yeah, I know. It takes away from the fun."

"Really? Or does the fact you haven't done any full non-probational job in your life have anything to do with it?"

"I don't see how..."

"Of course you do, your smart, you know that you would likely be a burden on any young angel how has much more experience with his job. You would do the job of three people, but someone would have to watch you. You don't want to hurt someone like that."

"It's not my fault-"

That drew a look of accusation.

"Well, it was only a few drinks this time!"

That drew a look of disbelief.

"Few as in 4..."

Look remained.

"Bottles of Vodka."

"And the angel looking after you? Where is he?"

I squirmed in my seat. I hate old people, they always know what they're talking about.

"He's safe."

"Safe, though I understand his sanity is in question."

"He'll be fine, and even if he isn't, hell has done worse to better people."

There was a nod of approval for my honesty. His eyes darted back to the paper.

"Any work your sure of?"

I shook my head. I couldn't choose, not even if I had to. That be like choosing who I got stuck with...

"No, but you can take your pick, all likely candidates."

I sat on in a chair beside a large desk. A wooden desk that seemed carved and probably was, the only question was why it was still growing...

But that was what the man was like, in charge of all earthly battles, and rightfully so. He got up and began to walk around the office, a folio in his hands. My folio... my life. I hear it's been passed around the Christmas parties as one of the most eventful, especially that bit with the morning star and and the KFC-

"You, Jinn, are quite the angel."

"Thank you."

"Your welcome"

He smiled... a real smile. This worried me.

"Your talents, your skill, your powers..."

He flip a page. I knew what he saw, here came the part where "wasted" was said a lot.

He surprised me.

"All used with grace."

My brow furled.

"Grace is surely not one of my strong suits, sir, I'm a more in your face person."

He smiled.

"I'm afraid you misunderstood, Jinn. When I said grace, I meant it."

Every instinct I had took over, you know, the little things in your head that yelled "DON'T ARGUE" very loudly. He was wearing a large sword, and if Exodus was in any way a eyewitness account, he knew how to use it.

"You have used you powers less than a angel a tenth your age, and yet you are accredited for being better with them than many who are a great deal older."

"Sir, the fact of the matter is I never use them"

"True, unless a there's a audience."

I felt the "BC" mark on my skin more than ever...

He broke the ice in one "brick to the face" line.

"Jinn, you are going to the front lines."

"WHAT!"

That damn smile crept up again. The front was big stuff, well, big for me. Most heavy fighting missions were reserved for better angels. Well, ones that haven't got a record of large-scale property damage... as a guardian angel no less.

I was bad news in haven, everyone avoided me. I had no friends, they had all disowned me at some point. My schoolmates, wait, did I even finish school?

"Jinn, stop, NOW."

My thoughts jumped back to what was at hand, honor, glory, front lines... right. The light in the room flickered brightly.

"Your thoughts turned dark there for a while, the light had faded slightly."

"Sorry sir, it's just, why me? I bring conflict everywhere I go."

Then it donned on me, oh, duh... it's a battle you idiot...

"Is it possible, sir..."

That smile reached from ear to ear, and this time... I copied it.

"You want a little chaos, sir?"

'A report of encounters would be appreciated, Jinn, you are encouraged to do your worst."

"Not try my best?"

"I'm afraid of what the consequences of you trying will be, most of the time your bad days seem to be shoveled around liberally."

It was then we started to set up the fine details...
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Nothings happening, so here is some stuff to work off of. Jinns hurt, but he isn't to bad if you want to involve him. He tends to run, but as you can see, he is a master of creative weapons, but not much for positive human-animal relations. Things like that shouldn't be done to cats. I also started a pre arrival thing, like what he did before leaving heaven, as sometimes the history building helps out. Anyways enjoy.

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