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Seminars
| When: | 14 May 2005 |
| Who: | Bronwen, Damien, Ellen, Kalvin, Sandra, Tyrr |
| What: | Damien and Sandra meet Tyrr at Fado's. The vague idea was to get Tyrr to resonante on Damien and see if he passed through the Malakite's resonance without Tyrr immediately going for his axe. Partly, they wanted to make Genevieve happy, partly they wanted to see if Redemption would kill Damien or not. Tyrr's resonance is so pure, so complete, that it brings the attention of God, who sends Eli, who just pops in, Redeems Damien, and leaves. Also, Eli leaves behind an exploding hot dog. |
Fado Irish Pub and Restaurant
Fado's has become a hotspot for many of the locals. The place is split between three different sections, the bar and tavern in one room, another room for the restaurant, and an outside patio area as an extension of the restaurant; all of which are no smoking. The owner, Tyrr Ceallaghan, opened Fado's two years ago and has advertised and made enough deals to watch it grow.
The bar and tavern room has a counter top bar where any of the patrons can sit and talk with the bartenders or their fellow patrons. Near the bar there are a few tables where anyone can sit with friends, share a drink, and just have a good time.
The restaurant and patio area is your classic walk in dine-in restaurant, with different celtic elements on the walls and in the way the rooms are built. The waitresses and waiters are dressed in all black, and always very courteous, as the owners insist on top quality customer service.
Tyrr comes in through the front door, back from the Groves where he's been the last few days. His jacket is held over his shoulder by one hand, while the other is holding an old leather bound jacket. The white t-shirt he's wearing does nothing to hide the prolific tattoos on his lower arms, including the one of the dragon's head coming down one arm and the light encircled Seraph wrapped around an Iris.
It's a lovely warm night, if cloudy, and so Sandra is in a white sundress, and dancing, as she comes through the doors shortly after Tyrr himself. With her, is Damien, and she seems to be trying to tempt him into a couple of flashy steps with her.
Damien laughs brightly as he's drawn through the door by Sandra, in t-shirt and jeans, and is tempted easily into a couple of flashy steps with her, adding a little zing on the end. He leans down to kiss her at the end, and starts to draw her toward the bar.
Tyrr strolls up to the bar, oblvious to the two people who stepped into the bar shortly after he did. Nodding his head to Siobahn, who is busily serving drinks at the bar tonight, he moves around the edge of the bar and sets his jacket and book down behind it. Just as he stands back up from leaning over he spots the two and gives them a distant nod as he sits down on a barstool back on the customer side.
Sandra grins up at Damien and lets herself be drawn, agreeably enough. As they approach the bar, she catches sight of Tyrr and his nod. Her grin widens. "Hey, Tyrr's back!" She glances up at Damien, then over at Tyrr. Then back at Damien. Her head tilts in inquiry, and in a quieter voice she asks, "Would you like to go over and say hello, Damien?"
Damien takes a deep breath, holds it for a count, then lets it out. Good old yoga breathing. He smiles and walks over, offering his hand. "We've met. Good evening, Tyrr. Nice seeing you again."
Tyrr meets the proferred hand and shakes it only briefly. Extending his hand to the two stools near him, he says, "Nice to see you both again. Have a seat." Turning back to face the bar, he waves Siobhan over, "Siobhan, this is Sandra and Damien. Associates of mine."
The bartender looks over the two briefly, as if debating Tyrr's words and accepting the meaning. A wide smile across her freckled face, "What can I get the two of you?"
Sandra trails Damien. "I know you've met," she murmurs at his back. "You told me." One hand fishes out a set of shiny keys, and she tosses them from one hand to the other a few times, and then tosses them lightly towards Tyrr. "Thank you very much. The extra space came in great handy for moving booth parts." She sweeps the skirt under her legs as she sits. To Siobhan, she replies, "I'd just like a coke for right now."
Damien says reflexively to the bartender, "Maker's Mark, double, over ice." He looks back at Sandra, and a look of complete dubiousness comes over his face. Then he looks back at Tyrr, and takes a deep breath, and says, "Tyrr, actually, I need your help with something, and it's fairly important. And you're, um, probably not going to like it much."
There's a wide brow raise from Tyrr as he hears Damien's words as he looks back toward them after introducing Siobhan. "Well unless it's you wanting me to kill one of the Host or tell me you're a Hellsworn, I doubt there's much you can tell me I won't like... unless Genevieve's messed around in my back room again..." His eyes narrow as Siobhan brings back the drinks, handing Tyrr his coffee.
Sandra winces, visibly, at the word 'Hellsworn'. The three are at the bar, talking quietly and getting served drinks. "You're really not going to like it," she echoes Damien, and then takes a long swig of her Coke, in case she needs the caffeine boost in a moment.
Damien reaches out and takes Sandra's hand. He gives it a squeeze, and for a moment, flashes her a look full of fight or flight. He reaches for his drink with his free hand, downs most of it in one smooth move, and starts talking to Tyrr. He doesn't flinch, and speaks quietly, but he doesn't have much emotion in it, either. "This is much harder than when we told Genevieve, and she was not pleased, either. Do you remember when you asked me who I worked for and I asked you if you really wanted to know the answer to that? You see, Tyrr, I may be the focus of some very sudden Game activity in town in the next few days. And, possibly, worse, Kobalites at the same time. Some unpleasant inquiries. I really don't want them interfering with your life or your business, but I may need to escape them if I have no place else to go. I, um, Christ." He takes a deep breath. "It'll be easier if you simply resonante me, and you can make up your own mind."
Kalvin walks into Fado's, carrying a laptop case in which, presumably, a laptop occupies. He walks towards a table near the bar, places the laptop case on it, and seats himself. He adjusts the placement of his glasses with a push of his right index finger and then unzips a pocket on the side. He takes out a small notepad, reaches deeper into the pocket to find a pencil, and then starts scribbling something down on a yellow sheet of paper that is almost written. Some of the writing on the page is even sideways, some of it upside-down.
Tyrr shakes his head, he's almost amused in thinking that Genevieve's messed around in his back room again. He doubts any of the situations could be the situation and begins to take a drink from his coffee as Damien begins to speak. And as he mentions the Game, then Dark Humour, Tyrr's face tightens to the point where he bites into and breaks the cup. It's more an involuntary reaction to the fact he's just been told that Damien's a Hellsworn at least, if not Demon outright. The coffee doesn't spill much as only the lip of the cup is broken off, Tyrr raising a hand to remove the piece of cup and brush the blood off his bloody lip. Turning his head, Tyrr stares at Damien for a long moment, no words spoken as he focusses.
Roll by Tyrr: (1) (1) (1)
Ellen walks into the bar, with her usual boring, uneventful kind of entrance. Nobody's heads turn as this rather average-looking human strides through the room heading for the bar and the people there. Her eyebrow quirks a bit as she watches Tyrr giving Damien that long, piercing, intently absorbed stare. She can't help but wonder, Are they gay?
Tyrr gets the full Damiel backstory in one big charged lump from the resonation. He gets Damiel the Mercurian's loves, and Damiel's tragic Fall from Judgment, and Damiel's transformation into a servitor of Dark Comedy. He gets Damiel's intentionally mediocre service, never good enough to get noticed, never bad enough to get pulled from Earth, and Damiel's long, slow climb out of the Pit through almost will alone. Damiel's decision to move to Texas to find someone to kill him, falling in love with Arnon, Wheel of Dreams, the decision to Redeem, the plans made in secret for Redemption, the meeting with Marc last Thursday. Tyrr gets Damiel's pain at continued service, which he MUST do to avoid dissonance, and his dreams at returning home. Damiel's best suit, now, is no longer Judgment, because he cannot form the objectiveness to properly conduct an investigation, but Trade. In his time in Hell, he changed from a theologian to a political scientist.
Sandra puts down her glass and jumps out of her chair in a fluid motion as Tyrr starts trying to eat the dishes. She rests one hand lightly on Damien's neck, just at the collar. It's a reassuring touch right now, but her arm is tensing to yank Damien out of arm's reach at the least threatening motion from Tyrr. Her eyes are on the tattooed man, wide and wary as she waits for his reaction.
Bronwen enters the pub soon after Ellen and glances towards the bar to see who's on tonight. She's a little surprised to see Tyrr himself there, or perhaps it's the fact that he has a weird expression on his face and he's starting to chew through ceramic...
Ellen's eyes flick between Sandra, Damien and Tyrr. She watches Sandra move to Damien's side. Okay, maybe he's /not/ gay. She just stays quiet, as this is evidently a tense and personal moment for those involved.
Kalvin fills up the rest of the page with his scribbling, pausing now and again to chew on the pencil. After making a meal of the pencil for a good thirty seconds he flips the page over the back on the notebook and starts scribbling on a fresh page. He manages to peel himself away from his 'work' to look in the direction of the tall woman and the dark-haired man.
There's a wide eyed look to Tyrr's face, his eyes almost jumping out of his head before he closes his eyes and falls from his stool flat onto his back on the ground. This gets a few odd looks from around the bar, and Siobhan rushes around, "Tyrr, are you all right?" she says as she reaches down to help him up. He's completely dazed for a second as he starts to sit up on the ground. "That...was fucked up..." Tyrr says as he starts to come out of the daze on the ground and Siobhan helps up up to his feet. Siobhan noting, "Not as screwed up as one of the Bosses showin' up..."
"Oh my God," Damien says, his eyes getting wide. He's just as surprised at the reaction as anyone else. He leaves Sandra and his drink to help Tyrr up. He offers a hand to the other man. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that. These things just keep happening. Let me help you up. Please."
The Symphony responds to Tyrr reaching out for it, and in a big way. Rhapsodic, almost fugue-like, it snaps back against reality. With a courscating twist of magenta light, a man emerges into existance about four feet above the padded seat of one of the bar's booths. Scratching fingers through the black curls of his chest hair, Eli blinks in surprise as he plunks down, clad only in boxers and mismatched socks. Looking about himself for a moment, he murmurs toward the Pacifico, "Duuuuude, I think this shiz just kicked in." Raising one arm to rest elbow against the edge of the seat, he peers toward the sprawling Tyrr, and then immediately flicks his gaze to Damien as he raises one hand to speculatively rasp thumb and forefinger against the stubble on his chin. "You, hold still."
With a resounding crack, he snaps fingers. Most of the patrons of the bar are blissfully ignorant of what's going on, although those with celestial awareness, and dear Kalvin, since he's so close, get to see the discorporeated backdraft of celestial fire lancing out to consume Damien. For a brief moment, his vessel appears consumed, although the shadows of his gaunt, drawn Impudite form, complete with classic demon wings and tail, blossoms into a furl of fluffed Mercurian pinions. And then, Damien re-emerges. The hat's intact, although a fair amount of change to his features can be seen -- insurance against any skulking servitors of the Game, should anyone ask. Eli plucks at his lower lip briefly, looking slightly cross-eyed to the rafters of the bar, "So, God says that you'd do good with Marc See ya, and keep the exploding hot dogs." An easy underarm pitch of the spectacular beef and pork by-products toward the new angel signals the disappearance of the Superior.
A bit further down the street at St. Mary's, the tower bells begin ringing.
Sandra starts to move towards the fallen Tyrr, as well, then dances out of the way as a new form appears. At what happens next, she stares, open-mouthed and swaying in shock.
Siobhan and Tyrr are slowly getting up as Damien walks over and tries to help him up. Just as Tyrr's about to take Damien's hand and accept the help up, Eli shows up and Damien's consumed by celestial fire. Falling back onto the ground, Siobhan falling back to try and avoid the fire instinctively as well, they both just stare at the transformation. Tyrr mutters to Siobhan under the roar of the celestial fire, "God works in mysterious ways. Other times, he's just blatantly and loudly sends us a message."
Damien, miraculously, through a completely reflexive action, catches the hot dogs mid-flight and says faintly, "I don't know if they're kosher. But God doesn't make non-kosher hot dogs." And then, glassy-eyed, he promptly sits down, hard, on the floor.
One of the odd looks is given by Kalvin, who jumped a little when the blond-haired man hit the ground. He rises out of his seat momentarily, wondering if he should see if the man is still alright, but sits back down when the dark-haired man goes to help the man on the ground. And then.. /something/ happens. He's not so sure if he wants to know exactly what it is that happened. His eyes open wide and then he frowns. This time he does get out of his seat and quickly heads towards the exit, his heart beating rapidly and his hands shaking. He doesn't even think to grab his laptop case or the notepad he took from it.
Ellen just stands there and blinks. /Him/ again... If a goofball like that can become a Superior, can Mankind's Ascension be far behind? Her gaze swings to Damien as he gets transformed, and she watches, transfixed. She blinks some more as the process ends, then she ducks away as Eli tosses the meat products. She still doesn't trust those hot-dogs.
The sudden appearance, disappearance, and large amounts of disturbance have Bronwen's jaw dropping before she regains her composure and snaps her jaw shut again. She moves towards Tyrr and Siobhan, offering each a hand up. "Dare I even ask what I've missed?"
Sandra glances at the man who flees from the bar, instinctively tracking his table of origin. But that only takes a moment, and then there's the far more pressing business of tackling Damien. "DamienDamienDamien," she babbles over and over, hugging him hard enough that a human's ribs would be creaking.
Damien gets hugged by a tackling Sandra. He's pliable like yarn. He has this glassy, confused look in his eyes, like he's not entirely sure what happened but he's sure it's important and it's going to smart in the morning. And he's still holding on to the hot dog. "Do I eat this?" he asks Sandra in a small voice.
Tyrr and Siobhan take Bronwen's offerred hands and get up onto their feet. "God just smacking me in the face and telling me to behave apparently." Tyrr's eyes are on Damien right now, they've not broken from looking at him and Sandra now since just a few minutes before the transformation. He's yet to say anything to Damien since he was told he was a demon.
/Definitely/ not gay, Ellen thinks as she observes the Sandra-Damien snuggling. She starts to smile, more relaxed as the last reverberations of Disturbance subside.
Sandra cranes her neck around to peer at the hotdog. "He said exploding. Don't eat it. Throw it at people," she suggests, and hugs some more. Quietly, she says, "You're alive. You made it, and you're /alive/."
Ellen prepares to dodge if Damien does throw the hotdogs...
Damien is not sure what to do with the hot dog. He keeps staring at it. "I have no idea," Damien admits, talking very slowly, "what just happened. But I feel... I feel... funky."
"You, behave?" Bronwen laughs softly as she moves to perch on a nearby stool. "That's both true and untrue... then again, the most enjoyable paths are the ones that haven't been made yet, hmm?" She watches the interaction of Damien and Sandra with a bit of a curious expression.
"We just experienced what would be considered a Divine intervention by the Almighty." Tyrr says in response to what he hears Damien says. Stepping away from Siobhan and Bronwen without responding to her, a hand extended to Damien again, "Welcome back to the Host, Damiel. The Almighty has spoken the Truth about your existance as it was and is. Your Light shall shine brightly again. We just need to bring you up to the Eternal City soon."
Damien takes Tyrr's hand and, thrusting the hot dog into Sandra's hands, stands up slowly. He stands there, swaying a bit for a moment, not so steady on his feet, and then turns the clasped hand into a hug as he falls against the Malakite, takes in a very long, shuddering breath, and just says, over and over, "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God."
"As soon as possible," Sandra agrees, and releases Damien as she rises back to her feet. She brushes at her skirt with the non-hotdogged hand, her attention not moving from the newly-Redeemed. The grin on her face is wide and bright.
Ellen's eyes widen again as she listens. One thing that can be said for the Host... they have better special effects than the shoddy magic tricks her demonic 'mentors' used to show her. "Congratulations... er, Damiel," she smiles at Damien.
Tyrr looks down at Damien as he's embraced in a hug. And in that deadpan way that Tyrr seems to address things in, he asks, "Did Genevieve write 'I need a hug' in some type of invisible ink that only other people can see..." Tyrr, the unhuggable, devourer of worlds. He pats Damien on the back before removing himself from the hug. "You have a lot of work to do still Damiel. Proving yourself to the Host, to those like me, will be hard. Trust is not easily handed out in this age."
Damien straightens up and says quietly, "Sorry about that. I just... sorry about that." He nods at Tyrr's comment, and says, "I know how this works. I'm just going to take things as they come. Right now, I have no Superior, no job, no real place in the universe. We'll fix that part, and then work on the rest. One step at a time. I think," he glances over his shoulder at Sandra. "I think maybe I need to go someplace safe for the rest of the night and just be. I need to sort out what just happened. Tomorrow is another day."
"If my place qualifies, you can certainly stay there," Sandra says, quickly. She glances over at Ellen, then to Tyrr, her expression apologetic. "This...um. Tyrr. I also apologize. I hadn't thought it would be quite so...loud. Or, for that matter, now." She rubs at the back of her neck, looking down to the ground.
"It happens." Tyrr says with a slight smile toward Damien and Sandra both. "You two will stay here, use the couches in the back room," Tyrr states, "I've striven to make this place safe for all of the Host in Austin." Tyrr walks around the bar edge and puts his eye up to the optical scanner; the door snaps open.
"The most dangerous but also the most reliable. Protective is... debatable," Bronwen murmurs to herself as she obviously eavesdrops on the conversation.
Damien reaches out for Sandra's hand and takes it in his. He squeezes it and says simply, "Thank you, Tyrr." He tugs Sandra toward the back room. Partway there, he stops, turns, and says, "I really do think I need a refill on my drink. If no one minds."
Sandra laughs. "I've always wanted to see back there. Genevieve made me curious. Thank you, Tyrr." From the solemn tone on that last part, it's not just the crash space she's referring to. She allows herself to be tugged, in fact she pretty much dances as she moves, and twirls about on the threshhold of the back room while Damien goes about asking for a drink refill.
Siobhan walks up with a new Maker's Mark a few seconds later, Kieran having taken over on the main bar during all the commotion. Tyrr holds the door open for the two to go into the back room. "Just be careful with the items back there. And try and not to move any furniture." Tyrr looks over toward Bronwen, "I'll have to catch you later. We have a few things to discuss when I get back from the Groves."
Damien takes the drink from Siobhan and thanks her quietly. Then he stops, pulls a dancing Sandra to him and kisses her, long and hard, full of love and passion. He lets Sandra go, and then pulls her into the back room with her to lie there and spend the night thinking.
Ellen smirks faintly with amusement as Damien and Sandra head for the 'love shack.' "All's well that ends well," she muses.
Sandra pauses just a moment to make sure she can figure out how the lock works before following Damien inside.
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