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A few months into Micah's mission to find the angel he has devoted himself to, in which people would say he's crazy for being obsessed with them after just looking at them flying to the sphere, Micah was recruited into the cleaners. The man who recruited him was... beautiful, a man with long blonde hair that was tied up into a messy bun with the parts of his hair that was dyed blue split into two tassels that hung over his shoulders with two white tube holders, he had a scar on the right side of his face and the left side of his neck, he also had a piercing under his soft looking lips and his eyes were just mesmerizing Micah could just stare into them forever... his beauty even rivaled the angel's- NO! nothing could ever match the gracefulness of his amazing, bright, glorious, god-like angel how dare he even think that for a second. As Micah kept berating himself internally the man introduced himself as Tamsy Caines. And that leads us to the present Micah has been apart of the cleaners for a while as the newest member of Team Eager with Tamsy and Delmon, Micah like how Delmon keeps the energy high before a mission but at times his yelling make Micah dread the entire day, Micah likes to think he's close with Tamsy, just something about him keeps leading Micah to be with him constantly... every mission, every lunch, every morning, every afternoon, sadly he doesn't spend the night with him it isn't in a weird way it just a lot of coincidences... recently there has been this new cleaner who's a sphereite, Rudo? was that his name? well it wasn't important the only thing that matters to Micah is finding his angel.
One day, sometime before the mission to find the girl that saw the angel, Tamsy and Micah got sent out to kill a group of trash beasts with minimal supporters. The ride was calm because of Gris's driving that Micah was thankful cause he was up and out all night trying to find any clue on where the angel could be sadly with no results coming out of his venture, another wasted night he thinks as he struggles to keep his eyes open Micah eventually gives into the exhaustion, not noticing that he fell asleep on none other than Tamsy's shoulder but weirdly Tamsy didn't say anything about it he just looked at Micah with a unintelligible look in his eyes but it seemed somewhat along the lines of... loving? when they arrived Micah was still sleeping peacefully on Tamsy's shoulder, he nudges the sleeping man "we've arrived" Micah doesn't wake but instead clings onto cleaner's arm leaving him in slight shock before trying to wake him again nudging him harder, Micah's eyes flutter open softly as he looks up to Tamsy still half-asleep "huh?" "as I said we've arrived" Micah starts processing where he is and the fact that he is holding onto another man's arm like a koala. He immediately lets go and his face starts turning a light shade of pink "OH! um I-I uh you see I stayed up all night so I must've-" Tamsy interrupts him "It's alright, but I feel the important thing at the moment is going to do our jobs" "...right" both Tamsy and Micah climb out of the car and start walking to where the trash beasts last reported location. While walking Micah felt a pair of eyes fixating on him. The terrain on the way is difficult to climb over, with entire buildings crumbled, it's easy to get lost in... and that's what happened Micah and Tamsy get separated from the others and set out to either find there co-workers or the trash beast. After a while of searching Tamsy and Micah find a giant trash beast.
"oh this is quite a situation" Tamsy stated, "woaahh... really?" Tamsy ignored the sarcasm coming from his co-worker and took out the distaff that was his vital instrument, as his eyes glowed the distaff grew taller then him and as threads flew out of it Micah ran to and hide from it, he have been a cleaner and a decently strong one at that but he tried to avoid using his vital instrument or well instruments as much as possible. Yes, he has multiple vital instruments one is a obsidian spear head necklace, that turned into a spear that could extend and move like a rope. And the other... it was a feather that the angle dropped while gracefully flying in the polluted sky, it could turn into a angelic sword that was white and gold. While Tamsy wrapped threads around parts of the giant living trash pile, the threads tightening as it writhes, Micah trips over onto a pile of debris hearing bones cracks as he lands and hits his head losing consciousness.