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| When: | 22 February 2005 |
| Who: | Ellen, Oreniel |
| What: | Ellen and Oreniel discuss recent events and Seraphic fashion sense. Oreniel makes plans to go motorcycle shopping and take a look into some of War's recent actions. |
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.
Oreniel is sitting at the bar, with an old bottle before him... looking a little like he's considering the other part of the old song as well. Several glossy publicity shots of lean and mean motorcyles, along with a few mopeds, are scattered around him and he's underlining prices with a pencil.
Ellen walks in, looking about her. She sees Oreniel at the bar, and moves to sit beside him with a friendly smile. "Is this seat taken?"
Oreniel looks up, eyes slightly puffy, and shakes his head, "Oh, no, no not at all... I apologize, it has been a trying week."
"I'll say," Ellen murmurs. She sits down, smiling gently at him. "So, what have you been up to, Orion?" She glances at the papers in front of him.
Oreniel sighs fretfully, "This, with things over the weekend, I," his voice cracks a bit and he stops for a while to regain his composure. When he starts again, his voice is lower, "I heard there were more deaths, and I mean that in many senses."
Ellen sighs, lowering her voice as she leans closer to him. "Christian's dead. He was killed by... by the Superior in the long, black cloak. He killed a bunch of other people before he was caught," she says softly, peering around to make sure no one else is listening. "Hmm... maybe we should discuss this at a private table?"
Oreniel shrugs, and asks, somewhat inanely, "In person?" but quietly, before gathering his papers. "Yes, it would be a more comfortable setting for this discussion."
Ellen orders a drink for herself, and, when it arrives, picks it up to carry with her, finding a small table that is currently unoccupied. Again, she looks around with that mildly paranoid look, which is probably not inappropriate in these days.
Oreniel gets a place nice and wiped down for her while she orders, but gestures urgently for her to sit as he arrives. "He was in custody!" he protests quietly, "Where were the police?" He sighs, "I'm sure we could have done enough to get him to the appropriate place, well, afterwards."
Ellen sits down, facing Orion. "He was just coming out of the jail," she responds softly. "He was with a woman -- he punched her in the face. I don't know what they were quarreling about. Then it all got the weird. The gangster, Nicodemus Lyman, showed up with his thugs shooting at Christian, and Christian killed a bunch of other people. It was like the powers of both Heaven and Hell were all over the place fighting over him." She shakes her head.
Oreniel's mouth drops open. "Wait... someone posted bail? Or the judge let him go?" He hmms, "I think there may be some lawyers who need investigating. I know a few people who might be interested in that. But, anyway, did any of the Angels find out what happened to him later? He's in Heaven, in spite of everything, right?"
"I don't know how he got out -- maybe the woman he was with was his lawyer. A black woman with sparkly braids, very chic looking. But he didn't seem too happy with her, because he gave her a wallop. As for what happened to him," Ellen's expression falls a little, and she shakes her head. "As far as I know, he's just... gone. Dominic just took him apart."
Oreniel nods at that, not quite comprehending, "Well, yes, he's got that sword of his, part of the Word, only takes life if life has been taken... Understandable from what his Word is and the tasks he's been set, but very unfortunate." He pats Ellen's shoulder and smiles reassuringly, "Don't worry, next time I have a chance to visit, I'll see how he's doing..."
Ellen closes her eyes. "I think he's.... really gone, Oreniel," she says softly. "There was an echo through the Symphony, not just normal Disturbance, but like something really /wrong/ happened."
Oreniel is silent and still for almost a minute before saying, slowly, "I think I understand the lure that sets my Choirmates to distance themselves from the Symphony and Falls, and why both Heaven and Hell were interested in his fortune." He rubs his eyes, "Christian was doing more than just merely killing their bodies then," he shudders, "How could any being become THAT twisted." His lips set, and he says quietly, "Ellen, may I ask a favor?"
Ellen opens her eyes to regard him sympathetically. "I don't know what was wrong with Christian. He just seemed crazy... I guess nobody will know why now, except maybe Yves." She shakes her head sadly, then gives a quiet nod to Orion's question. "Go ahead."
Oreniel pushes over the brochures and says, embarrassed, "I am not familiar with all the technology mentioned herein, and have, er, locally, only driven larger vehicles. Which motorcycle would you say offers the best response time." Orion coughs weakly, and shrugs, "Public transportation is a great thing, but in terms of the sort of crisises we get here, I require more mobility to serve properly."
Ellen mms, "I don't know, I've never ridden one. Let's see, who could we ask?" She fingers her lip thoughtfully. "Keitaro might know something about them. He seems like the kind of guy who'd like speed." She smiles a bit.
Roll by Oreniel: (6) (6) (3)
Oreniel hesitates, "I don't know him, I'm afraid." Orion inquires to the Symphony, but gets no response. "Is he celestial? Or a good person? If he's a dealer, well, I may have to go outside Austin for my specific needs..."
"No, he's not a motorcycle dealer," Ellen shakes her head. "He's a student. I don't know if he's celestial, but he's a good friend of Pan's and he's tried to stop the bad guys a few times, so I figure he's okay." She smiles a little. "I can introduce the two of you."
Oreniel ahs, "All right, that would be of some help in picking the right sort of look. I don't know any of the right sort of celestial speed demons... though they'd be little help on asthetics either, I think. I'd prefer something less threatening than very large and black."
Ellen nods thoughtfully, looking over Oreniel. "Mm... not quite the big, black hog type, no. Hmm... now what color would go good with you?..."
Ellen mmmms, a bit of mischief perking in her eyes as she looks him over. "Hmm... what color are your scales?" she whispers.
Oreniel looks around a bit and leans in and whispers, "Sort of a forest green, as best described, considering it technically ignores photons..."
"Ahhhhh," Ellen murmurs, smiling at him. "Mm... now that could look good on a motorcycle. Shiny, too?"
Oreniel allows, "Well, I wouldn't exactly say blinding, but yes, I can glint..."
Ellen's eyes brighten, picturing it in her mind. "Ahh." She smiles a little, thoughtfully. "Did you pick your own color, when you fledged, or did it just happen?"
Oreniel pushes his hands together a few times, embarassed, "It's the wings that are a little more odd... Well, it WAS the sixties, mind you, and I was a bit caught up in the heat of the moment."
Ellen lifts her eyebrow a bit, curiously. "Oh?"
Oreniel says, reluctantly, "Well, all right, it was the Summer of Love, I'm called back up, and well, to go with the current sort of mood of the Word, they're, er, in a spectrum, tie-died was a bit too much, but still.."
Ellen blinks, then starts to smile. "Ohhhhhhh." She smiles, "How creative. A Rainbow Serpent! I imagine you are rather unique?"
"Among celestials, that is," Ellen adds.
Oreniel ahems, "Well, I've read more history since then, and so it wasn't perhaps the wisest decision to how to show my devotion, but it IS me, regardless."
Ellen smiles. "Oh, I don't think there's anything wrong with it. It must make the souls happy to see you." She chuckles a little.
Oreniel allows, "{Well, there's a reason I speak Spanish}" he says, switching languages momentarily, "I'm not on that duty, generally, but it does please some of the Mexican groups in the Glades."
Ellen mms, tilting her head. "It doesn't hurt to make Heaven more colorful, I suppose," she jokes.
Oreniel says, shaking his head, "Oh, no. Heaven is very colorful. Despite what some might have you think, we DO have our fair share of excellent artists..."
"Ah." Ellen looks at him curiously. "Before.. the thing happened with Christian, there was a sudden wave of light, and I felt like I was in Heaven, for a moment," she says softly. "Of course, I don't know if that's what it's /really/ like."
Oreniel taps his drink momentarily. "This may or may not be relevant, but I experienced something similar myself a few weeks ago. More a feeling than a translocation, a sense of place."
Ellen nods, and mms. "Did it have something to do with Sandra?" she asks quietly. "She has a crystal that shines a strange white light. I think it's an artifact from Heaven. Didn't help poor Christian much, though." She shakes her head.
Oreniel takes a slug and says... "I don't know if it was from the crystal, but I do think, or at least it sounds like, it is one of her abilities, yes." He spits some of the drink back out as it registers, "Sandra was near Christian?"
"Yes," Ellen nods, her expression turning a bit grim. "She was in alley with a couple of angels who were supposed to be /protecting/ her. One of them was the bartender from Fado's, Tyrr, and the other was the policewoman Breanna York." She shakes her head, face growing tighter. "I'm sorry to tell you this, Orion," she says quietly, "but the angels brought her there /deliberately./ They'd been keeping her all along, hiding her from the rest of us. Christian saw the flash of light, and approached her, and then Dominic fried him." She shakes her head, sadly. "I think they were just using the poor woman as bait."
Oreniel purses his lips, looks at the drink, and then deliberately pushes it away from him as he wipes the rest of the sputter away. "That's... a serious and damaging accusation, Ellen, especially when presented to a Seraph," he says quietly at last.
"I know," Ellen says quietly. "They didn't seem to want to explain it afterwards; they just blamed us -- me, Pan and Remy -- for not doing a good enough job of finding her. But they were /hiding/ her." She shakes her head. "Breanna was the policewoman who took Sandra off to the shelter, that night we saw her. I guess I didn't recognize her out of uniform... if I had, maybe I could have stopped this." She looks sad.
Oreniel taps his fingers on the table nervously. "That is very, very disturbing. I assumed that Breanna simply didn't bring it up at the meeting as she felt it was 'need to know' information and was afraid of a secret being compromised among so many people.
"Yes, that's sort of what she said," Ellen nods. "She wasn't very clear about it, but she implied that we weren't the people who needed to know -- then blamed us for not knowing more than we did." She shakes her head again. "It was rather confusing."
Oreniel sighs, "Waiter?" he calls out, looking around, then looks down. "So much for a quiet planning evening, I suppose," he sighs, and pushes his chair back as he starts to gather up the brochures. "This was at the police station? I think I'd like to take a look around there..."
"It all took place in the street outside the jail, and in an alley down the way. I can show you the spot," Ellen nods to him. "But then Yves took Sandra away with me, Remy and Pan," she adds, whispering again. "She's in a safe place now."
Oreniel sighs in relief, "One problem adverted... though the fact that Yves intervened is also indicative something it... unwell." He sighs again.
Ellen nods. "There were about four or five Superiors standing around, when Christian was killed, I think. Just standing there on the roofs, on opposite sides of the street. Then they all left."
Oreniel is silent for a while, "Ellen, are you sure you wouldn't rather just point me out the place on the map?"
"I can do that," she nods, "but I think everything's gone from there. It was all about Christian and Sandra, I think." She blinks, "Oh, there was an article in the paper about the 'hologram' that people supposedly saw. That's how they're explaining it, I guess."
Oreniel allows, "I suppose one benefit of the Media for the War in general is such explanations." He sighs, and pays as the waiter comes by. Once he leaves, Orion turns back around. "I doubt there's much there, but I'd feel I'd know where to start better after seeing it myself."
"Well, I can show you... I don't think any of the demons are still around, now that Christian's gone." She too gets up, paying for her stuff and preparing to go her way. "I guess I'll see you later then. Take care, Orion." She smiles at him, still warmly despite the evening's darker mood.
Oreniel waves, "Thank you again, Ellen, and please pass word to Keitaro. I fear things may get even more serious from this point out..."
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