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Seminars
| When: | 7 February 2005 |
| Who: | Alvira, Bronwen, Ellen, Merle, Oreniel, Pan, Remy, Sarah, Tyrr |
| What: | A group of angels have a meeting about just what's going on and what the next step should be. |
Magna Veritas
The inside of the building can be described as 'cozy'. Others might call it a bit cramped. The walls are paneled in dark wood, lending an appearance of age, as ornate lamps hang from the ceiling in just such a way as to provide excellent lighting in all areas, with no excessive amounts of shadow. Lines of bookshelves run the length of the building, laden with a variety of types of books. In the rear of the building is the counter, where there is a cash register and a locked door heading into a back room. Beside the counter is a small table with several chairs, perfect for a bit of reading if one is so inclined.
The store proper is undergoing renovation, signs of the former decor still present in some patches. However, the various tools and projects have been moved aside, with the door shuttered and metal folding chairs set up. Those who know to come will arrive from the rear of the building, only given entrance after a proper ID. And given the kind of person who's running the meeting, it might not be the best idea to try to lie to him either. Regardless, the 'librarian', Remy, stands at the front of the room, waiting a moment for everyone to hear what he has to say.
Sitting not more than five feet from Remy is one of the other more recognizable denziens in Austin, Tyrr. He's sitting there very quietly sharpening his dagger, which by all appearances looks to be very ornate and very old by some of the Sumerian designs on it. He's not paying attention to anyone else who may be here, focussing solely on sharpening the blade with his small whet stone.
Also close to Remy is his cohort and partner-in-crime, Sarah, who is a bit too peaceful to spend time sharpening a dagger. Rather, she has her head buried in a book unti lthe time comes for things to begin, and is for some inexplicable reason wearing a pith helmet. She somehow manages to make it look stylish.
Pan is leading a certain blindfolded lady into the room, "Marco...", she whispers, "Marco...", she glances over her shoulder and shows the 'mysterious guard' her ID as previously decided on. It's a good view of her tongue.
"Nyaaaaaaaah!" Pan declares. "Is Pan. Is Ellen over 'dare, told Rem."
And then she leads Ellen inside. "Fu fu fu...." she mimicks an evil laugh her friends made up after playing certain video games. She doesn't have a giant death sword on her.
Bronwen arrives a few moments after Pan and her companion. The ID checker gets a glare, though it's unclear whether it's because she should be easily identifiable or because she dares to not offer ID.
Ellen steps along gingerly, keeping close to Pan, and looking wary even though her eyes are covered. "Are we inside, Pan?" she whispers. If she had ears like a cat, she'd be swivelling them now, to keep track of all the unfamiliar sounds.
Pan murmurs to Ellen, "Mmhmm? Can't you feel the change in draft? Anywho, don't panic, there're warriors here, okay?", she pulls the blindfold off slowly and glances around to the others.
Roll by Ellen: (5) (2) (1)
Pan and company enter, Tyrr's briefing getting Bronwen in regardless of her reticence in giving ID. After she arrives, Remy closes the back door and locks it. "All right, everyone be seated. We will be beginning the meeting in a moment."
As the blindfold comes off, Ellen looks around the room, warily, taking in every sight one detail at a time. She can't help but notice the man sharpening his pointy blade! "Pan!" she hisses, shrinking back, face growing pale.
Tyrr gets a polite nod of greeting from Bronwen as she decides to take up position against the wall by the back door.
Pan murmurs to Ellen quickly, "Pan is ninja and will protect you from stabbings, Ellen, but there's nothing to worry about. I got permission. That's for people who -don't- got permission.", she tries to coax Ellen into a seat.
A small flicker of a smile comes across Tyrr's face for the briefest of seconds before his expression slides back into impassitivity. Lifting the blade up, he balances it by the tip on his middle finger before spinning it quickly. The blade spins on it's point on his finger, causing it to dig in, break the skin, and cause his finger to bleed. There's not the slightest flicker of pain though as he pushes up, letting the blade flip just in front of his face and catching it by the handle with his other hand.
Remy watches the display of panic and Tyrr's... interesting show, before he moves to the front of the meeting room, gesturing. "Please be calm, please be seated. It is time to begin." He pauses for a moment, expecting Ellen to obey. "You all may have wondered why I called you all here... It would not have been without due cause. Regardless, let me recap what some of you here already know, and expand upon it. There have been incidents recently involving a woman named Sandra, a destitute woman, and Christian, a man suspected of killing several people. I have discovered that Sandra is none other than the Remnant of Raphael, lost to us after that day so long ago."
Ellen shrinks close to Pan, watching Tyrr with wide eyes as he plays with his blade. After watching a bit, however, she starts to realise that he's not even paying attention to her, and she begins to relax a little. Quietly, she sinks into a seat next to Pan and composes herself, hands folded in her lap. Her expression takes on one of quiet attentiveness as she listens to Remy's words.
Tyrr's little dagger trick gets a chuckle and a murmurred "Show off," from Bronwen. Remy's announcement doesn't seem to have caused any major expression of shock on the woman's features... odd.
Sarah quietly puts her book away as Remy begins to speak....and in short order is rolling her eyes. They've positively /got/ to stop putting him in charge of saying these things, he has no concept of how to break news 'lightly.' The concept of Raphael's Remnant remains strange, though Sarah has heard of it repeatedly in the last few days. Not even the words of Yves can completely dispel the echoes of the fact that until recently, the prospect of a Remnant of the Archangel of Knowledge had been but rumor and fantasy.
Pan tries to put a comforting arm around Ellen. It's a light touch. She doesn't want to SCARE HER AWAY ZOMG, but knowing that she's paranoid she wants to make sure she has some time to calm her before she runs off screaming about DEATH! DEATH! She bobs her head to Remy's words, but she has heard this before so she doesn't get all startled again. Though really, it's still unsettling to hear it.
Ellen lets Pan touch her, giving the girl a quick little smile to show that she's okay now. More or less. She's heard about Raphael already too, but there are still lots of pieces of the puzzle she wants to know about. She waits intently for Remy's further words.
Remy continues. "Several of you were present when I attempted to see this woman's Destiny, and it was then I learned her identity, and possible futures. Her Destiny is to be restored to her former stature as the bearer of Knowledge, and to give her assistance to Heaven once again. Her Fate... Is to push Christian over the edge, causing him to fall into the hands of Judgement, and Christian's capture by Judgement will create a series of events which will lead to catastrophic events for Heaven. The latter must be prevented, and this is why we have all been brought here... To determine how best to prevent the worst from occurring."
Sarah's heard all this before. It's terrible, it's mindboggling - but it's not NEW. She sits back, awaiting the reactions of those who've not heard the new before.
Pan says, "S'one idea might be to visit him in the Marches. He's a Reborn, so he's gotta sleep, right?" Of course, since several rules have already been broken, this might be broken too. It's hard to say for certain.
Ellen listens to Remy, nodding quietly to Pan's words. "That may be the best way to get a clue as to what's going on in his mind. Dreams can be quite revealing. But... is Christian really Fallen? Is there a way to tell?" She seems puzzled by this, too, and is carefully reining in the weirder occult theories her head is usually filled with.
"Fallen? No," Sarah suddenly pipes up, glancing up at Ellen. "He's a /saint/, apparently."
Pan says, "'Fallen' Saint, Sarah. We know. That's how everybody's been referring to him." simply.
Bronwen remains a silent being leaning against the wall. She's helping keep the structure standing. Yes, that's it.
"...Fallen Saint, huh," Sarah mutters, shivering in obvious revulsion at the concept. "There's a thought."
Remy nods. "We don't know how or why this is happening. We need to keep Sandra away from Christian, and keep Christian out of the hands of Judgement, or this will all be a moot point." He glances over to Sarah, and nods again. "Indeed, what could drive a man who's seen the glory of Heaven to such ends?"
Ellen rubs at her chin, softly. "What /is/ known about Christian, his history? What mission was he on when he was reborn, for instance? And when was it first noticed that he was 'going bad', as it were?"
Pan hms, "He works for Azrael. Azrael's word is Death. Easy word to, uh, drive you nuts, don't you think? However you look at it, it's one of those uncomfortable words.", she glances to Ellen, "'Fraid we don't know that."
"Earth is full of tempting things," Sarah murmurs. "Humans don't get the cosmic kicks to the shins we get; it just makes them all the more temptable. Still...I can't imagine what could've driven him to this extent. I saw him in action, a little...it was like remorse was the farthest thing from his mind..." The woman in the pith helmet is visibly upset by the mere concept of all this, but maintains her composure just the same. "I don't have any answers on Christian. Given who his Superior was, though..." She looks up at Remy, resigned, "...we may be lucky to actually know anything."
"He had no contact with angels or other blessed at all, then, before he was suddenly spotted killing people?" Ellen looks around at the others, seeking for clarity.
Remy shrugs. "I know of Sandra, I know little of this... walking catastrophe, we call Christian. As to the former, only an Archangel would have the power to restore her to my knowledge. If she is restored, the chances of her meeting her Fate would likely be heavily reduced. Right now, she is extremely vulnerable."
"Sandra was taken by a policewoman to a homeless shelter," Ellen says. "Orion and I saw it. He said that he felt a strange sense of peace and joy, and he felt things would be better for her." She rubs her chin. "I suppose what you need to do, then, is find the homeless shelter she's at, and summon an Archangel. If she's still there, that is."
Pan smiles, "Aha! Maybe that's what we should do. We should find her, and restore her to Archangel just like you said. Then whatever the deal with Christian is will be easier to handle, right?", she glances around to see if anybody thinks this is as totally awesome as she does.
Sarah nods. "That'd be an ideal solution, yes. The trick is, we also have to keep our eyes peeled for Christian...we have to keep them /apart/." And keep him the HELL away from Judgment. This won't be over even if they do succeed in restoring Raphael - which is a long shot in and of itself. "I'd also like someone," here she shoots a glance at Remy, "to try and get a reading on Christian's own Destiny and Fate as soon as possible. I have this feeling that there's a puzzle we're missing, here, and trying to solve it without all the pieces could prove disastrous."
"Do you know how many police officers there are in the Austin department? Hundreds," Bronwen comments from her leaning post. One might almost think she was a shadow for all that she's contributed. "And there are a fair number of shelters in the city limits as well."
"No doubt," Ellen nods to Bronwen, "but checking out the shelters would be the best place to start looking, I think. We can split up and cover them more quickly." She rubs her chin, "As for Christian... does anyone know what will happen to his soul if his body dies? I recall he said things like it would be forever for him. What did he mean? Will he simply reincarnate again?"
Pan falls silent, letting Remy handle this for the moment. She thinks about shelters instead.
"Unfortunately, Christian has been proving quite slippery. Not that I have any significant means of tracking some, unlike some of Us." Remy sighs. "Tyrr..." He glances over to the seemingly distracted man sharpening his blade. "Has mentioned something of note in that respect. If he was a Chosen of God, even if he has fallen from his former place of exaltation, we cannot simply resort to killing him. I cannot see the results... But I have been told that both his Destiny and Fate involves ruination. How low can one have fallen to have such a wretched set of bright and dark futures is beyond my understanding... But regardless, they both must be located, and quickly. Who knows what they could be doing right now, and if any of the Lord of Fate's minions know even a portion of what we do, they will likely be trying to force a confrontation even as we speak."
Pan murmurs, "We can safely assume that demons of some sort know about him. I mean, he's only a little less obvious than Legion," wryly.
Remy says, "Whether as a psychopath or an instrument of catastrophe, we don't know."
"They may," Sarah notes. "The whole 'Archangel popping out of nowhere in the middle of a crowded club' bit wasn't exactly easy to miss. If any demons of Fate catch or have caught wind of that, they'll know SOMETHING is up, even if they don't know what." She frowns. She really didn't like the prospect of Fate getting involved with /this/ on the line. "Unfortunately, our best bet right now is to hit the streets and try to /find/ them. Derail Christian if you can, summon an Archangel if you find Sandra..." Sarah shrugs, helplessly. "It's about all we can do without more information."
Ellen's eyes close for a moment, and she bites her lip at the mention of the Lord of Fate, suppressing a faint shudder. "So, it is best that Christian achieve neither his destiny /nor/ fate?" she inquires. "Hmm... if he must not be killed, then perhaps the best way to approach him, would be to subdue him with a nonviolent means, such as the Song of Harmony." She hmms. "Also, does anyone here know the Song of Dreams? Finding him in his sleep could be the first step. If someone could get into his mind, resonate him, find out his thoughts and motives..." She mmmms a little. "Maybe a Cherub could even put a tag on him."
Alvira knocks on the back of the door quietly... trying for a "hallelujah" style knock, if at all posible. "Hello, is this the 'hunt the sadistic monster' party?" she says lightly.
Pan waves over to Alvira, "I don't know that song. I punch people.", she considers. It'd be totally awesome if Christopher saved her! Yeaaaaah! Nananannaa! Pan bobs her head... Toys.... SHE MUST GET TOYS!!!
Bronwen turns her head to watch the newcomer enter the meeting. "Not specifically, no," she replies simply, folding her arms across her chest as she leans against the wall.
Ellen looks around at the group. "Considering that this is the end of the world at stake, I imagine your Superiors wouldn't mind if you asked for help with the Songs."
Alvira says, "Ah, well, Hi there..." she counts faces and logs them for future reference, "Alvira, Cherub of Trade to get any misconceptions out of the way pre-planning," she says, pointing at herself, more business than usual, before waving cheerily at Pan and Ellen, and respectful nods to others she knows. "Anyway," she cracks her knuckles, and leans against a wall, "if you're discussing another maniac, I'm sorry, but if you're talking about Christian like the note I got said... well, if the weather stays cold, I can track him... I managed to link up with his jacket... which he needs to wash more often, by the by, when he discorporated poor Genevieve." She blinks, "End of the what?"
"Hello Alvira," Ellen smiles at Ally, as warmly as she can despite the grim tone of the meeting. "The 'world', Ally," she answers Alvira's questions. "Apparently Christian and Sandra are a Doomsday Bomb waiting to happen. We have to keep them apart, stop Christian from hooking up with demons and /not/ kill him in the process."
Remy peers at Ellen for a moment, before loking back to Alvira. "Welcome. And nobody's said anything about the end of the world besides her yet." He gives a glance to Pan and Sarah at that. "I can't say what the best course of action with Christian is until I can find what his Destiny and Fate ARE. This will be difficult at best." He looks to Alvira. "To sum up, we have found the Remnant of Raphael, a bag woman named Sandra. We need to keep her away from Christian and keep Christian out of the hands of Judgement regardless or we'll have some very, very serious problems."
Pan smiles sheepishly at Remy. "Well, it's hardly an adventure without a challenge," she says to nobody in particular, but it's her job to be the optimist of the group even if she likes to hit people in the head. She gives Ellen a warning glance, since she told her not to mention that. Grr! Tricksy weird humans!
Sarah shrugs, helplessly. "They about covered it. Welcome to the Stupifying Revelations Hour. We ran out of complimentary pins." She tosses a glance at Remy, nodding quietly at his words, but finding little else useful to say.
Alvira is in enough shock apparently she's falling back on Role and grinning a tad too forcefully. "Shame, those will go for a fortune on Ebay to the right crew when we win, goodbye college loans." She shakes her head, "Raphael..." she says softly, "Amazing, but... why should they even have the chance to meet?" she asks, voice hardening, "Shouldn't we get poor Raphael up to Heaven or a heavily armed Tether where we can get an Archangel back? Or is Christian that dangerous? WHAT is he, to be that dangerous/ "
Remy is an optimist! Most people in his line of work are. He's just... working out hoe to solve some very knotty problems. "So there's not much else we can do at the moment. Restrain Christian, keep him away from Judgement, find Sandra. Given Yves' and Raphael's former relationship, calling Yves would probably be the best solution in that case, as he would know her best. We need to act as quickly as possible." He looks to Alvira. "She can't make the trip if she's been reduced to a Remnant, if I recall correctly. As for Christian, he's a Saint gone horribly awry, from the looks of it."
Oreniel knocks on the door politely, humming to himself cheerfully. AFter all, he's got Destinians to inform he think he spotted Raphael the other day...
Ellen looks at the group. "I can get started with the homeless shelters tonight. Whoever wants to help with that, we can divide up the list and spread out." She looks around for a phone book. "As for Christian, I'm afraid I can be of less help with that. Being mortal, approaching him directly would probably not be wise." She chuckles a little, ironically, then adds thoughtfully. "He didn't seem to make any Noise at all the time I saw him kill someone. Nor were there visible marks on the victim. I wonder what he was using -- an Attunement of Death?" She turns to look as another knock comes at the door.
Remy looks back to Ellen. "We're going to need to talk when this is over." Heading to the door, He cracks it open and looks at Oren. "Yes? We're not open for business..."
Oreniel sighs, "I knew I should have chosen Wings over those Driving lessons," he flaps his arms monetarily, "I'm sorry I'm late though, but I was told there was a meeting between interested parties Above on a current threat to Austin?" He smiles weakly.
Remy says, "What is your name, and who sent you?"
Oreniel says, "Oreniel, Seraph of Flowers," He peers more closely at the gap in the door, "I think we've met before. Remy, yes?"
Remy opens the door more widely, revealing the librarian. "Yes. Come in."
Alvira leans off the wall casually and moves to lean against one of the shelves where she can watch the back door. She hisses through her teeth, "Keep him away from everything, yes, of course... as if I wasn't starting to feel Stalkerish with this attuning already by having to let it lie fallow..."
Ellen looks back at Remy. Uh oh, is she in trouble? Well, she'll worry about that once they stop Armageddon from happening. She decides to let Remy explain what's going on this time, as Oreniel enters. In the meantime, she finds a phone book on the counter or someplace and starts to make a list of local homeless shelters.
Oreniel looks at Remy concernedly for a minute, and gives a brief bow to the room. "Let me find a chair for the moment so I can catch up and see if I can add anything." He waves at faces he knows in the room, which is pretty much everyone, then pulls one of the chairs over and sits, hands folded and attentive.
Bronwen pushes off the back wall and makes her way towards Ellen. "I don't believe we've met before," she comments as she approaches the woman. "I know of a fair majority of those related to our work both directly and indirectly." All hail having networks of contacts. "But I don't believe I've ever encountered you. My name's Breanna York."
Roll by Bronwen: (2) (4) (1)
Remy closes and locks the door as Oreniel enters, and turns to the arrival. "To recap once again: We have found the Remnant of Raphael, a bag woman named Sandra. We need to keep her away from Christian and keep Christian out of the hands of Judgement regardless or we'll have some very, very serious problems."
Sarah makes helpful illustrative 'boom' motions with her hand, but doesn't add much to the conversation.
"Ellen Lane," Ellen holds out her hand to Bronwen. "I'm a writer. I'm not exactly in the 'work', but I suppose I've just been recruited for this part of it." She chuckles a little, then holds back a smirk as Remy talks. Poor Remy, having to explain the whole thing over and over.
Oreniel's face falls momentarily at the first part, but the images of what Christian might do, if he's targeting her, quickly replaces that expression with worry and fear, and a flinch at 'boom'.
Alvira starts looking around the back, "Remy, do you have some posterboard in here? Maybe we could make a nice sign for newcomers and then burn it when we're done."
Pan tilts her head at Remy, "Huh? Why's...", she blinks, glancing over to Oreniel. She rubs at her temple. A Flower Freak. Someone she's expected to help. And she wants to punch him! Grr! But she restrains herself, considering that'd be totally dumb to do. "Hey there, Orion." She says politely, trying to give things another go 'round.
Seeing Oreniel's expression, Ellen gives him a reassuring look, and waves to him. "Orion, we've been talking about trying to find a way to get through to Christian -- to stop his violence without hurting him. Do you happen to know the Song of Harmony, or Dreams, or anything else that could influence his mind?" Too bad these guys don't have Balseraphs or Impudites on their side, she thinks.
Oreniel looks at Pan, and gets up, walking closer so he won't interfere with the main conversation, and says, "Evening Pan," quite cautiously really, then, rallies, "After we solve this crisis, I really need to buy you dinner and have you explain to me what it is, exactly, that I did to get you so upset..." He turns back around, and says, "Well, I know the song, but I'll really need time to prepare to make sure that it sings corerctly," he shrugs, "Or, if I get close to him... it doesn't change his mind, but I could give us some time to convince him to choose a more virtuous position with him less likely to be violent."
Remy says, "Every little bit would count."
Alvira watches the byplay with some interest, and asks, "Okay, assuming he can get in close enough for the Love and Peace Aura to play with his mind... I've heard Christian do some Songs before, but I don't know what they were, but they could do some nasty stuff from a good distance. Do we know what Songs he has, or what sort of skills he has... or, well, which Superior he was a Saint of?"
Ellen rubs her lip. "Mmmm... that's good Orion, but be careful. From the legends I've heard, Saints have Wills greater than any mortal." She starts to ask another question, but Alvira beats her to it. "All I've seen him do was killing mortals and banishing an Angel -- and he works for Azrael. Or did, anyway." She's copying down addresses from the phone book, and she starts to sort them according to location.
"Azrael," Sarah replies. "He's a rogue Saint of Azrael. Which means we know diddly. I was in the Library for /days/ and all I could really find out about him was that he's a touchy subject."
Oreniel ahs, and then says... "Sorry, I'm unfamiliar with that Superior." He frowns and taps his teeth, thinking back, "What's he, she, or it's Word?"
Sarah says, "Death. He's not exactly well-known."
Alvira chokes.
Pan keeps quiet during this. She kicks her legs though. And leans back in her chair.
Ellen strokes her lip. "Could anyone try to talk to Azrael, and find out what /he/ knows? In fact, why hasn't Azrael tried to do anything yet?" she inquires, then looks at Orion, "Oh, Orion, what part of town were we in when we saw Sandra taken to the shelter? Do you recall?"
Oreniel answers a tad weakly, visibly still processing the implications of this, "I think it was in the Drag..." He turns to look at Bronwen, "Breanna, I think you had her in your custody afterwards?"
Remy says, "I don't know the last time anyone has actually SEEN Azrael. Regardless, I believe we're having to deal with restraining Christian and locating Sandra."
Bronwen narrows her eyes at Ellen as she withdraws her hand to shove them back into her jacket pockets. "Azrael is a mystery," she comments to the room in general, shifting her focus back outwards. "He's been moving around pretty well unknown to those above for a number of millenia. Even getting reports from those that have managed to see him are sketchy at best."
Alvira coughs a few more times before finally recovering, smoothing her jacket before asking weakly... "Do we have a safe-house location for Christian, then.... or assume safe, since we know little about his Superior?"
Ellen mms. "I was wondering about that. If he can't be killed, and he might not be willing to repent -- at least not right away, the best we may be able to do is keep him somewhere out of trouble."
Oreniel takes mental notes at this stage right now... and sighs, "Wish we knew something... it might help explain WHY he's in such a state."
Pan sighs, "Well, I don't mind taking -Sandra- to the Center, but taking Christian, well, he might hurt the kids and... I mean, maybe the Center will help calm him down too, I don't know. I hope he isn't so far gone to do his crud to kids. It's an easy place to summon my Archangel."
"I'm not sure there /is/ a place out of trouble, at least not aywhere near here," Sarah comments. "Our objective as far as Christian goes amounts to 'lock him in a box until Dominic forgets he exists,' unless we can figure out a way to resolve this."
Oreniel points out, "If we're hoping to council him, we could see if the Seneschal at Hippie Hollow will take him into custody, but Dominic likes to check up on Flowers," he pauses, and thinks, "And there is the possibility he's looking to take out innocent life in particular, and so the Seneschal may be forced to act.. forcibly."
Remy sighs. "So much we don't know yet. We might just have to play most of this by ear."
Alvira growls deep in her throat at that... and asks, "I get the feeling you've seen him more than I have - does Christian seem to have any allies or other patrons?"
Sarah nods at Remy. "I'm afraid you're right, Rem. We just don't KNOW enough to cast a battleplan for Christian yet." Then she slides a glance to Alvira, and shakes her head. "None I know of - but I've only seen him once."
"Don't forget that there is a Tether of War in Austin now," Bronwen remarks as she heads back towards the rear door. She does like keeping an eye on it, doesn't she. "If you require force, there would be little compunction to use it for the Senechescal there."
Oreniel admits reluctantly, "And they would gladly keep Servitors of Judgement out of the surrounding area."
Pan says, "My boss doesn't have many enemies," with a shrug, "I don't know if the people I saw him take out were 'innocent', but I haven't seen him kill any kids. And if innocence was his goal, he'd probably go after 'em more. Not that we're always so innocent.", she shiftyglances to the side, "I think the way we go would depend on how cooperative Christian is. If we have to knock him out, War might be best. If he submits, my place or Hippie Hollow would be better."
Alvira states, "All right, we're going in blind, but we can still do some prepayments... it sounds like this will require some Symphonic manipulation. Does anyone know Celestial Shields, so we can keep the demons away from Sandra OR Christian?"
Remy nods. "We'll work things as they come. What will be, will be." Yvesism dispensed, the librarian looks to the door. "If anything occurs, contact the others ASAP via Tyrr. He's the best situated of us to handle information relay unless we have several people who know certain Songs." He looks to Alivra and shakes his head.
Pan shakes her head too and stands up, "Well, I should probably head back to the Center. See, Ellen? Nothing crazy happened."
And then a dead body falls to the ground.
Okay, not really.
Ellen continues to copy the addresses, sorted by vicinity. "I don't know any Songs that would be useful, I'm afraid. Maybe we should get organized and figure out who'll be working on what. I'll be searching for Sandra, Ally can track Christian... Oh. I need a number to call, in case I find Sandra. Since I don't think I can summon Archangels," she chuckles.
Pan says to Ellen, "You guys all have the Center number right?" She glances around, "I know, like, all of you so I can handle passing the messages around," because that's, like, totally her duty.
Bronwen tilts her head in a silent farewell to Remy before slipping out the backdoor and walking into the night.
Oreniel nods at Pan's comment.
Sarah shakes her head. "I'll need it. I haven't gotten it yet."
"Ah, very good, Pan," Ellen nods. She flips through her address book to check if she has the number. "Is anyone else going to look at the homeless shelters? Just so we don't duplicate the effort." She holds up the stack of addresses and phone numbers.
Oreniel offers, "I should be able to help with that," he nods determinedly, "There's no way born of Earth that I'll forget that face..."
"Nor will I," Ellen nods. She holds out some of the papers to Oreniel. "Here, I think we should start with the ones closest to the Drag, since the cop would probably have taken her to somewhere in her own beat."
Pan pulls out a crumpled piece of paper with a number on it and sets it down on a table. "There you go. Everybody who needs it can sneak a peak."
"I /should/ help," Sarah says, shrugging helplessly, "but I've never seen her. Can't help much without knowing who to look for."
The thought that this means she's a logical choice to deal with the rogue Saint with the entirety of Judgment nipping at his heels, is not a happy one.
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