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Seminars
| When: | 16 February 2005 ("Good Intentions" TP Event) |
| Who: | Alvira, Christian, Ellen, Kacela, Malvolde, Merazekiel, Oreniel, Pan |
| What: | A slew of angels, and a few wildcards, show up in an effort to corner Christian for some answers. It comes as some surprise to find out that one of those answers is that he wants to be killed! |
Midtown - Austin
Midtown is a mix of government, schools, and parks. Right in the center of Midtown is the University of Texas at Austin. It's an impressively large campus that has buildings all over this section of the city. The governmental buildings surrounding the Capital and it's massive lawn bustle with people moving to and fro. Being the Capital of the state itself, the State Senate and Capital Buildings are always open to the public, twenty-four hours a day.
Lurking near the edge of the expansive University, the man known as Christian remains just within an alleyway. He's watching the students come and go, glaring at their faces as if trying to find someone he hates.
Alvira is coming from the direction of the University along the way, looking... not so much determined as simply spent her quota of other emotions at the particular moment. As she hits the edge, she pauses in her way and thumbs something on speed dial on her cell...
Alvira speaks softly into the cell phone, "Oh... hi there! This is one of Pan's friends, Ally. I was near the University and was wondering if she was in?"
Alvira smiles faintly, "Hey Pan, this is Alvira," she says quietly. "Remember last week? I think there's going to be a party near the University... the grumpier guest of honor is near there, and I thought we should split the call list up and get our people here before HE runs into people, yes?"
Interestingly enough, the aptly named School of Social Work provides a good number of resources to those who wish to become more familiar with the ins and outs of the field. Even after earning her certification through a workshop, Kacela still avails herself to the resources available to the intricately woven world of social work. That, and disruptive members of society tend to dawdle here. At this point, the statuesque black woman casts her gaze down, meandering through the nicer, dark, landscaping, listening for any sounds of struggle.
Alvira pauses, and looks at the phone oddly. "Good to see my touch is needed, I suppose," she says philisophically, "Now... who else to call?" Ally punches in a number after a seconds hesitation, and sighs, folding it back up, and out again. "Next..."
Lucia Waverly, and a be-damned freshly bathed Pan, make there way into the area, chatting about everything and nothing in particular.
"And that's why ninjas are better than pirates," Pan says.
"Everybody I talked to said pirates were better."
"People just think that way because of the internet."
Reaching out from the alleyway, Christian brushes a hand against a person who not a moment ago was talking on a cell phone while in line for coffee in the shop across the street. The person was rude to the person taking the order, insulted when they asked them to give their order and /not/ hold up the line... well... Fate has decided to take a stab at said person. As the moment Christian's hand brushes across their shoulder, they drop to the ground, dead before they even touch the ground.
Alvira tries several other numbers before going down the list. "Of course it wouldn't necessarily be easy-" she pauses, looks up... dials faster, "'si' what? This is Ally. We met at the bookstore?" she says, getting through to someone.
Alvira nods her head, though it can't be seen. "Right, sorry. Don't speak Spanish. Anyway, the topic of conversation's in the area... and I think your talents will be needed, if you can get here at all."
Alvira nods a few more times meaninglessly. "Uh huh. I don't know exactly where it is, but you should be able to hear it when you get close enough, I'm afraid. Tonight may get noisy. Right, right.. don't do anything stupid. You too." She sighs and puts her hands in her coat pockets, shifting from foot to foot. "Blasted stop-and-go public transportation," she mutters, heading for the bus stop...
Kacela tenses fingers around the sheathe of papers in her hand as she looks upwards, dark eyes glinting in the faint light as the echoes of disturbance wash over the area. "Someone's got an appetite," she says through brightly whitened teeth. Squaring her shoulders, she speeds up her stride, weaving towards the very man whom she saw take a soul nearly a week ago.
Pan tugs Lucia's arm a bit, and whispers something in her ear. She gives Pan an odd look before stepping away from Pan and towards Alvira.
"Pirates are better," She declares stubbornly, though apparently in good humor, to Alvira.
Pan opens up her other hand and inside... Is a little toy plane. "VRrrrRrRrRROoOoOOM!" She declares, running this way and that. She spots Christian, but doesn't immediately jump at him. She seems pretty content with her airplane though.
Kacela clasps hands in front of her, affable, if not a bit chilly. "My, the java here is to die for." She arches her brow. "This isn't the first time I've seen you do this," her tone carries silken menace, the body lying at her feet -- the first time this happened, there was nothing to be done for the soul. "So how're you doing it? Got some kind of super-taser in your hands or something? Because let me tell you, I've got some clients who could use something like that to give the dealers something to think about."
Roll by Alvira: (4) (3) (3)
Alvira sits down near the bus stop... on one of the benches, and closes her eyes and concentrates, humming to herself snatches of some melody while waiting for people to arrive near her... As Pan comes, she holds up a hand placatingly while she continues to hum for a bit... pointing in Christian's direction with her eyes closed. As it comes to an end, she opens her eyes. "Sorry, wanted to make it through to the last bar, first. Good to see you, Pan... and is this Lucia?" She holds out a hand for a handshake.
Christian remains leaning on the edge of the building just inside the alleyway after the person falls to the ground a few feet from him. Just moments later, Kacela walks up, drawing out another sneer from Christian as he crosses his arms and shrugs. "When they deserve to die... they die. Whether it's poison, natural causes, or someone just being tired of their absolute idiocy."
Lucia shakes Alvira's hand, "Hey there, how may I he-", she spots the body finally and says, "Good lord! What's that?!", yes. Some people don't react well to dead bodies spontaneously appearing. Not like Pan who is getting, annoyingly, used to it. Lucia runs over to the body and crouches by it, checking for a pulse. Maybe she wasn't filled in?
Pan slides to a stop, blinking, apparently first noticing the body as well. She looks over to Alvira, "Uh, what's goin' on?" She asks with a blink.
Alvira hisses through her teeth, after Lucia leaves "Death, decay... fear... life... but yes, death. Everyone said don't move in... and I /promised/ to wait for someone..." She stands up, lookign petulant, "Can I *go* now?"
Oreniel arrives via bus-line...
Kacela shoots a territorial glower towards the still unnamed Lucia, and by default, Pan and Alvira. Shifting weight, she almost sounds like she's... scolding him, or at least demanding answers with a fair amount of bravado. "Seriously, who said you could decide that for yourself? Do they have an expiration date on them or something? Or are you doing it just because you can do it? Because you have the power?" The last few words trail curiously, while also perhaps trying to spur him to action.
"Well, you ignorant bottom feeder, if you let me look into your heart and mind you'd find that /everyone/ has an expiration date." And with that Christian grins a bit as he steps forward, his arms untwisting from being crossed over his chest. "Maybe we'll find out what yours is if you don't leave me be." He's yet to notice the others nearby.
Pan shrugs her shoulders, "Go where? Lucia's the doctor, she should handle people falling over, right?" She asks. Is she just being difficult? Maybe.
Lucia, however, does not give her name. There's a dead body. She looks over to Christian and from the look in her eyes it's clear that she recognizes him as the Murderer. He's basically saying 'Hi I'm Evil!' right now. She reaches into her pocket and says to Kacela, "Usually when someone goes around killing people who don't ask for answers," she snorts.
Alvira says softly, "Pan... unless she's also a priest... there's not much that can be done with that body..." She looks at the fallen sadly. "Now, do we have a place to keep him out of trouble?"
Oreniel walks over to the two he knows softly... viewing the tableau before turning to look at the girls, and looking quite worried at that. "I'll take it Christian's been strengthening a Word again" he asks, soft and sad.
Kacela draws lips back over her teeth as Christian invades her personal space. "Oh, it's on now. There's ALWAYS a bigger fish in the sea, and if it's not me, it'll be someone else. Been having trouble getting back to the land of the shiny and free lately. You might need to regroup, because you're pissing a lot of people off." At that point, she meets his gaze, nosetip dancing in front of his in confrontational nature. "So I think your white cracker ass needs to step off." There's a subtle tensing around her eyes, as if she's trying to convince him to back down -- not necessarily to prove her own superiority, but to meet and talk with him.
Roll by Christian: (2) (4) (5)
Roll by Alvira: (6) (6) (3)
Roll by Pan: (1) (5) (6)
Roll by Kacela: (2) (5) (1)
There's nothing more that Christian likes than a human who gets in his face with a strength of will not seen in many other humans. He smiles wide, this time not in that 'I hate you' type of way, but instead in that creepy 'Anakin Skywalker is leering at Padme' type of way. But then, the moment passes as she calls him a 'cracker'. Not more than a half second later his hand is raised, a mumble in his voice as he rubs his fingers across her arm. "You bother me, go away."
Malvolde hurries into the area, having heard a tune he knows. His shades are on, but his right hand is thrust into his jacket pocket, just in case. . . .
Oreniel hears more Disturbance from Christian. "Oh bless it... someone give me some cover, please, before he hurts someone else?" he inquires, and walks across the street without awaiting a response to get Christian in Seraph of Flowers mojo range, head held high.
Alvira cracks her knuckles, hissing a bit... "That was... something like that the other day." Her face falls, "Please don't tell me I let Christian slip through my fingers," she says, softly, clenching her fists repeatedly. She hunches her shoulders. "Coming, Orion!" she calls out, and follows him across the street.
Pan says, "What's that mean? Just fell over, right?" Not like she can tell it's dead just by looking at it, after all. "It's best we leave the Muggles to handle this, Miss Witch! It's against the rules to use spells outside of Hogwarts, you know." Instead she looks over to Malvolde.
Lucia stands up and just -glowers- at the guy. And then she does the natural thing and whips out a pistol from the pocket she was keeping her hand in and points it at him, "Stop this right now!" She demands. Meanwhile, Pan looks for various escape possibilities for Christian before looking to Alvira, "Wait...", she murmurs before whispering something in her ears. And then she lets her go.
Alvira pauses, closes her eyes, then nods... keeping an eye on Orion nonetheless, but dropping back the distance a few more feet, flexing her fingers again; evidentally a nervous gesture.
Watching means listening as well, and there are some things not worth missing. Merazekiel turns up with a lack of flair by fading into the scene from the background and generally being unobtrusive, despite the signature hat and the cloud of fading smoke, and despite the fact he's looking around like an obsessive hawk.
Malvolde instinctively reacts to a gun being drawn and pulls out his own, snapping open the stock and bracing both it and himself. He doesn't take aim . . . yet.
Kacela might be recognizable to Orion from her time in the flower store. Such as it is, she's made the bold move of making sure that Christian isn't going anywhere by, well, distracting him. By using a racial slur. It's angered Christian, and a momentary wash of pyschocomatic horror and revulsion washes over her, lips parting slightly. However, there's an easy enough mental flick to cast the assault away, and she snaps up a finger to point in Christian's face. "*I* bother you? Well guess what? You're stuck with me until I get some answers, and you're gonna find that I don't drop quite as easily as some of your other playmates." At that point, the 'chick-thck' of arming guns sounds out, and she plants one hand on her hip, disappointment clear. "You know they're going to come for you. This whole 'I can do it on my own' shit ain't gonna cut it." The whites of her eyes are showing as she continues along this questionable path of winning an audience with him.
Kacela adds, "And if you think that I'm bad, you just wait. You -*KNOW*- what I'm talkin' about, mm-hmm. Least you can do is let me help -- and don't you think that I can't help you."
"Well now, it'd appear that the Gang of Austin has decided to come out in-force tonight. We've got Miss Divinity in front of me deciding she knows all about me." Christian's eyes look to his side as he sees the woman with the gun, not noticing Malvolde, "And the child, with it's mother packing heat. Oh, however do the lot of you ignorant inbreeders manage not to go extinct." This time, Christian doesn't bother to even run, he just steps forward, shoving at Kacela to get past her. "Shoot me, try and restrain me, what have you. But it'd be very unfortunate for your lives to end if you try and stop me from leaving right now." The confidence, the malice, can all be felt off him as heat on street pavement during the hottest summer days.
Oreniel whistles to himself briefly as he breaks into a jog, basically a bird call (robin, for those keeping track), as weapons are deployed. "Now, now... no need for overreacting. Let's not make any more mistakes that are irreversible here, eh?" He walks fearlessly towards Christian. "Yours aren't either, Christian," he says, softly, half to himself "Or so I hope..."
Kacela bites out, "He's trying to get himself killed, that's pretty much clear. I know I'm not the only one who's seen him do this..." She jabs a finger at the body, "More than once." However, as Christian shoves past her, she breathes out, "Oh, no trying to take my soul this time? Calling me Miss Divinity, too, that's two very sweet things you've just done. I think I may be smitten," she breathes out through lips, although she lets him storm off, not quite turning yet to look at where his steps take him.
Ellen comes along through the thinning evening crowds, attracted by the group of people. Her eyes widen as she sees Christian, and she begins to cautiously edge closer, trying to catch the conversation. Then, the guns come out, and she freezes a bit, then slinks over towards Ally, looking at the woman worriedly. "Looks like you've found him," she murmurs.
Alvira is growling faintly in the base of her throat, stopping and moving into a looser stance as Christian starts to move. "Yes," she says, looking relieved, "I hope you now what the next step in the plan is. I'm fond of my place here. I don't want to have to start breaking limbs publicly," she whispers, but her face is set. Should it come to that...
Roll by Pan: (5) (5) (2)
"It's for self-defense and the defense of others," Lucia says coldly, "You're just like any other murderer, arrogant and selfish." She doesn't shoot him yet, probably because of Oreniel's peace-aura.
Pan says, "Yippee Yippee..." Lazily before moving forward as well, "Actually, 'Mom' is about to lower her gun." Pan says, "And step away."
Lucia narrows her eyes, "If he goes he'll just kill again."
"Lower the gun, Mommy. Pleeease?" Pan squeeks, "Killing people is bad, that's why you don't like him, right?"
Lucia narrows her eyes and steps back and away from Christian, lowering her gun, though she's clearly not happy about it.
Oh, now isn't that interesting. Merazekiel moves closer. If he was wearing sunglasses, he'd be pushing them down to see better. As it is, he brushes his hat up and breathes out another cloud of smoke. His eyes aren't on the drama. No, he's showed a true reporter's instinct and focussed on the guns.
Malvolde clearly has no clue what is going on.
It'd appear that Christian is quite pleased with the fact that he's pushed himself through the group for the most part. Their crowding around him has caused other pedestrians to notice the body on the ground now though, and sirens can be heard far off in the distance. "The ignorant masses. So blind to the truth about this pitiful thing called existance," he says as he looks at Lucia as she lowers her gun, "No guts to simply pull the trigger. Of course, that'd get you no where, now would it. No." Christian pushes some other pedestrian who happened to be moving in to gawk at the group. As he does so, he mutters and they go down like a bag of bones, "IGNORANT! All of you! How pitiful you stand before someone who has seen the splendor of Heaven and been returned as a so called 'saint'. Am I here to save you from your sins now!? Ohhhh, yessss. I do think I'll just save the lot of you from it all." He begins to move back toward Alvira, Kacela, Lucia, and Pan and the pedestrians standing near them. The sirens get louder and louder.
Malvolde nearly falls over with shock and has to grab at his shades to keep them on.
Oreniel mutters, "Please let me be overreacting here, God," to himself, and Sings... a push of Essence into it as well leaves the air smelling oddly refreshed near him.
Roll by Oreniel: (5) (1) (5)
Roll by Christian: (1) (1) (1)
Roll by Alvira: (1) (6) (6)
Ellen breathes a sigh of relief as Lucia lowers her gun. She turns to listen to Christian's words, frowning slightly with puzzlement. "Why?" she calls out to Christian. "Why are you killing these people? Why have you left Heaven?" It is simple question, without hostility or anger, as if she simply wants to know. Then, she's silenced by the huge noise rolling over, rumbling in her ears.
Alvira gets washed over by a wave of Harmony, and shakes her head... "I hope he knew what he was doing on that," she says, softly, and shakes her head again, it feeling vaguely cottony as she manages to keep from drifting away on pink clouds, but her hands relax and her face smooths. She stands merely attentive, not combat-ready.
Malvolde slips his gun away as the tension leaves the scene. He also pockets his glasses, no longer feeling the need to hide himself. Besides, he wants to talk to some people.
Merazekiel visibly relaxes, and that clearly owes nothing to the burning-out embers of his cigarette. Finally he looks away from the weaponry for long enough to take the rest of the scene in beyond merely listening.
God has this funny way of messing with people who should be doing the works of good /for/ him rather than against him. That ineffable way of knowing exactly when to smack someone for being out of line is almost comical in the way things play out. Because not only does Harmony blast Christian like a punch to the nose, it also fails on the brother of one of the people whom Christian just killed. This person, standing across the street, decides that not only is harmony a horrible way to address this, but he pulls out his own Glock-17 and fires the entire clip right at Christian.
Every bullet hits a non-vital area on Christian, cutting into his flesh or stopping in bone before puncturing a vital organ, artery, or vein. "BLOODY HELL!?" he screams, snapping out of the harmonious feeling and snaps almost immediately into shock, "Sweet Jesus!?! Did you have to use the whole bloody clip!?" Miraclously not a single bullet hits any of the other crowd as Christian falls to the ground, unable to stand. The blood loss isn't fatal, but it's enough to put him on his ass.
Roll by Malvolde: (5) (4) (1)
Oreniel's jaw drops open, looks up at the sky briefly, looks down at Christian again, scratches his head, then starts moving forward calmly but steadfastly towards Christian.
Malvolde reaches for his pocket before stopping, deciding that opening fire would not be useful.
Pan is about to smack Christian in the shins, but then she bursts out laughing. "Oh man! What goes around comes around, eh?" She finds this terribly amusing. "Mommy, you're a doctor, so maybe you should fix him,"
"Nnh...." Lucia grumbles. But she ducks down and starts tearing bits of Christian's clothing off for impromptu bandages. "I'm liscenced!" She decides, "See? Told you, idiot."
Pan is still laughing. She is having trouble standing.
Alvira blinks repeatedly. "I'm sure that was Harmony," she says calmly, "But it looks like Retribution." Ally says, "Ellen, do you know any medicine, we can't let him die..." And then she SCREAMS.
Kacela gives a clear look of distaste to those who intervened, and turns to speak to Christian. "You almost seem to WANT to get killed, I swear it..." Even as the wash of peace settles on her, she blinks, and states, "i could really help. If you wanted to..." She pauses and stares as a hail of gunfire drops Christian. "SHIT! You're going to get your wish at this rate," she sneers out. "But you've not talked enough yet to get away NOW..." She steps towards Christian, and half-breathes out a faint snatch of muezzen as she snatches out hands to grip his bloody arm as she kneels beside him.
Roll by Kacela: (1) (5) (3)
Roll by Alvira: (4) (3) (2)
Roll by Malvolde: (2) (6) (1)
Roll by Pan: (1) (4) (6)
Roll by Oreniel: (2) (1) (2)
Ellen just stares, eyes wide, as Christian gets plugged by the bystander's gun. Then, as Ally screams, she reaches out to her worriedly. "Ally!"
Alvira shudders, retching momentarily. "It's... No, it's not all right..." she looks up, eyes brimming with tears. "Definitely not all right. Oh, the poor thing," she says, and writhes again, "Just... this is new for me, it's going to take a moment. Like fire..." she shudders, "Can you help me up? I need to check up on it and Christian..."
Merazekiel tilts his hat back further and looks out for those sirens. Mainly, anyway. He's also a little concerned, by the look on his face. Probably about the constant waves of disturbance the local crew seem to be generating.
"Oh, Ally," Ellen murmurs, reaching out to support Alvira carefully. "Looks like someone healed him, he's going to be okay," she says reassuringly.
Alvira chokes... "Okay, that's one issue, but," she swallows, "There's my duty, and if he's alive... then everything's fine there for the moment," she stands up, wobbling, "But there's also those others I touch and cherish, and... Ellen, this probably won't make sense: but I need to get to his jacket."
Pan glances over to Ally, frowning. She knows what that scream sounds like. She says, "Can you move him, mommy?" She just loves calling Lucia that. "Is he fixed?"
Lucia nods to Pan, "He's pretty much..uh... All healed up, for the most part," She attempts to lift the Naughty Boy up!
Roll by Malvolde: (1) (2) (2)
Malvolde notices Alvira's pain and guesses at its source. He slips through the crowd in her direction.
Kacela glares at those gathered, perhaps offended by the press of those deigning to gather so close to her and the bloodied man. However, his breathing returns to normal, and without any acknowledgement of the other's contributions, curses to herself as she hears the sirens close. A possessive glance is sent towards Malvolde and Alvira, malice glinting briefly. However, she imperiously barks out to the unconscious person as she snaps out a hand to smack her palm across his cheek. "Wake up!"
Lucia tries to lift the guy up anyway. Slaps or no. "Yes, that's a brilliant idea." She says with the kind of sarcasm that suggests it isn't.
"His... jacket?..." Ellen blinks a few times. "Oh." So /that's/ the difference between a Cherub and a Djinn. "I think it's got a few bullet holes in it," she cranes over and peers, "but maybe it can be fixed. I think." Is there an emergency tailor in the crowd too??
The police arrive on the scene not more than a few seconds later after the bullet storm. The good people of Austin pretty much crowded around now since this doesn't happen everyday. Pushing their way through the crowd, several of the Police Officers step up next to the two women directly over Christian (Kacela and Lucia), "Ladies, we'll be taking it from here... Please head over to the Lieutenant over there and give statements." They're a world of calm it'd appear for the moment, especially since the gun-fire has ceased and they put the brother who opened fire into custody already.
Oreniel moves back from Christian, having tried to help atone for this... yes, a grevious, grevious error on his part for not checking everyone around well enough. "Kacela, yes?" he asks, thinking back, "Perhaps it is better to let him rest..."
'Custody'. A wonderfully peaceful word for an armed response. Merazekiel loses the hat with creditable speed and instantly begins to look less suspicious. It's probably a wasted precaution with the crowd that's gathered. The police can't ask all of them for statements, after all.
Malvolde steps behind Alvira and bends his will towards her, quietly speaking the Truth that she'd rather not hear: "Your friends aren't going to like you very much if they find out that you've been abusing your resonance again."
Roll by Malvolde: (3) (3) (1)
Roll by Alvira: (3) (4) (2)
Lucia protests, "Sirs, he might need further medical attention. I know it doesn't look it but...", she does put down Christian though.
Pan goes straight back to giggling.
Kacela purses her lips, squinting down at Christian for a moment. However, the woman sighs, closing eyes before turning back towards Orion with a luminous smile. "Oh, you're from the flower shop. That vase did wonderfully!" She's mentally dancing ahead to her next chance with Christian, and finds herself liking the odds that the more byzantine political setups will provide her. She bides her time. Raising her unstained hand to beckon Oreniel to take it, she stammers out to the police officer. "I gave him CPR, and had to press some of those wounds." Doesn't explain the slapping, but such as it is, she returns her attention to Orion.
Oreniel nods at that, "Well, he should be safe in police hands, I hope."
Alvira speaks to Ellen, "that's good... that will help," she says, still sounding pained. Some premonition tickles the hair on the back of her neck and she's surrounded, for a moment, by a flash of light and the sound of Heavenly choirs... When it stops... she looks more pained, and spins around. "YOU!" she says, holding her hands in front of her... away from the Circle of Cops, and manifesting her claws. "How did you find out?"
Malvolde arcs an eyebrow and does a bad job of suppressing his amusement. "You're far too obvious; you need to work on avoiding Seraphim."
Mera slides forward through the crowd now, feeling like a fool for forgetting his legitimate reason to be close to the source of the trouble. Notebook and nerdy propelling pencil out, hat back on head, he pushes to the scene with a trail of apologies.
Pan says, "I think we should get going, this is getting way too crazy."
Lucia nods numbly before they stumble off. Pan follows away before turning around sneakily and walking right back to the others. "Heh heh heh..."
Malvolde glances over at Pan and wonders who (or rather, WHAT) the kid is.
Kacela hmms, and nods, settling back down into her more usual, quiet demeanor. "Of course." She seems focused on Orion for now, perhaps making a point to keep his attention on her as well, even as her mind races ahead on how to best make her case at the station in the morning. "He wanted to die," she says hollowly. "I hope they keep him on suicide watch, since they're not going to find anything at the hospital."
Alvira frowns, narrowing her eyes, looking more angry than worried now, "Maybe... but I've only talked about it in a few places... any other names you're known by?"
Oreniel shudders, "That would be a terrible thing, I think," he says, "But he is likely to be in put in traction, as I understand it, there were many hits."
Malvolde says, "Not really; I've been known to work for Litheroy."
Kacela is far enough away to not hear the exchange between Alvira and Malvolde, and then empahsizes, "Yes, it would be foolish to expect him to be at the police station so soon after taking a full clip to the body." She pauses, perhaps seeking confirmation in Orion's eyes. "Wouldn't it?"
Alvira blinks, "A Seraph of Revelations?" she says hushed, "Why didn't you come to some of the Angels and say who you were so we could help you maintain cover? And it's.... someone needed to track him, I don't LIKE the way it had to be done, but I didn't have information." Her eyes light dangerously, "Or is this YOUR fault?"
Oreniel nods and says smoothly, "Yes it would perhaps be foolish. His abilities... I think you saw, were strange though. If he had strength to kill with a touch, perhaps he's also a strong healer?" Orion shrugs.
Pan says, "I hope he does it with a spoon like in that one game," flippantly. She can't approach Alvira now, but she'll call her later and ask her how she's doing! Instead she just looks to Kacela, "It was pretty weird. But this whole thing's weird, don'tcha think? Did you hurt your hand against his manflesh?"
Malvolde says, "Wouldn't asking someone else to help with my cover be lying by proxy? I'm forbidden to do such a thing. I didn't know where Christian was until he started throwing Songs around, so don't look at me!"
Merazekiel is an unlikely saviour, but perhaps he will serve. After all, of all those present, he knows only the over-enthusiastic kid and Ally. Whatever her discomfort, he approaches the latter first, whether she's talking to a strange kid or not. He doesn't speak, though. Simply stops within a few feet and watches her exchange with Mal.
Kacela states rationally, "Yes, yes it would." A faint smile quirks the corner of her mouth, before she says down to Pan, "I am quite alright. He seemed to be... feeling generous after taking the..." she pauses on the word, "Souls of those two."
Alvira's eyes are wide. "If you know that much about me... then why didn't you come forward? It's part of my duties to aid in exactly that sort of information!" Her voice is rising.
Oreniel shivers a bit at that, but doesn't say anything to confirm or deny...
Malvolde shrugs. "I've always liked doing things on my own. Is it also part of your duty to Fall?"
"That's good to know. I'm sorry, I just... seeing that happen after he was all 'I AM UNSTOPPABLE' made me laugh so hard... It was like an episode of DBZ, except I don't really watch TV anymore." Pan says that. doh!
Oreniel smiles, quirkly, "Perhaps an odd case of Providence."
Kacela mms. "I like to think that we make our own luck. Good night, Mister Orion." With that, she turns, and begins to meander down the streets, not worried in the least that it's nearly midnight and she's alone.
Alvira says, slowly, calming down, "Do NOT ask me whether or not I do my duty. It was duty or walking a narrow path, and I did what was needed to try and help the people of this city. But you... failing to seek information, speak of MY Falling?"
Malvolde says, "I have been doing my duty; Christian was not part of my orders. Why join so many in looking for him when there are other secrets that no-one is trying to find?"
Pan walks over to Malvolde. And she tries to cover his eyes with her hands, "Peekaboo!" She cries out cheerfully if she's successful, "Guess who!"
Alvira's eyes widen in shock. "You're an idiot, aren't you?" she says, folding her arms and looking somewhat relieved. "I can't believe you wouldn't..." she shakes her head, relief being washed from her face by suspicion. "No, that can't be," her eyes narrow dangerously, "Who's your current Superior, and are you in service from anyone else?" she asks steadily, meeting his gaze.
Oreniel stays behind to see if anyone else in the area was hit by stray bullets for the moment, still trying to work out this set of events...
Merazekiel takes another step forward and grins a kindly crack across his face. He tugs the brim of his hat at Alvira and looks at the smaller members of the conversations with an interested glance. Not very interested, though. He's a little more interested in the glance he shoots the other way, at Oreniel.
Malvolde answers the questions in reverse order.
Oreniel glances over as the voices rise, but that's probably them realizing Harmony's finished, and goes back to looking through the crowd for trouble...
Malvolde says, "A silly little girl, I suspect," he suggests to Pan. "As for Superiors, I am still in service to my original boss; I work to discover the secrets that people hide even from themselves."
Alvira says, coldly, "A name, now. I KNOW you can't work for who immediately springs to mind."
Roll by Malvolde: (5) (4) (4)
Malvolde glares at Alvira.
Pan says, "Weirdos! But you're right!", and she lowers her hand, "I'm a total goof off. But you're littler than me... So this means I can give you noogies.", she wiggles her hands in the air.
Malvolde says, "Litheroy."
Roll by Malvolde: (4) (3) (1)
Roll by Alvira: (3) (5) (2)
Alvira relaxes a bit, "You need to have a chat with him, then..." she advises, "Because I think he's expecting you to do more work with the briefing packet then you did, clearly."
"How's Litheroy doing at the moment?" Merazekiel inserts this into the conversation with all the courtesy of a brick in a sock.
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