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| When: | 28 February 2005 |
| Who: | Alexander, Alvira, Timon |
| What: | Timon doesn't make the greatest of first impressions with Alvira, but with a bit of explanation, it gets mostly cleared up. |
Downtown - Austin
The downtown of Austin is well-maintained and not too hard to get around in for a large city's downtown. The streets are frequently lined with trees, many quite large and with several predating the city, such as the last of the Council Oaks, Treaty Oak; poisoned by vandals in 1989, the tree still lives, and some say that it is now a symbol of Austin's resiliance.
Downtown Austin has many places to go and things to see, ranging from historical landmarks like the Capitol building and the Governor's Mansion, to museums such as the Bob Bullock Texas State Museum. It also has the usual and more modern stores and businesses of any modern city, skyscrapers included. Nearby is Town Lake, along the Colorado River.
Alexander stands in the shadows to the side of the entrance of Fado's, watching the traffic while keeping himself to the shadows. Watching for anyone he knows, or possibly anyone in a bit of a hurry.
Timon walks buy in a visible rut. Most DEFFINATELY in a hurry. Timon lights his cig as he walks with determination.
Alexander frowns a bit, and decides that the bar isn't really all that interesting, and moves to shadow the hurrying man. Following him, staying just out of sight.
Tombstone Arms
In one of the worst areas of the city there is a derelict warehouse building that has resisted all attempts to refurbish it thus far by the local residents. In the cellar/upper level of the building there are crates upon crates of different weapons.
Where this was once run by Semaiah, a Habbalite of the War, he lost the building in a massive battle that has since linked it as a tether to Michael. The place has been rebuilt and is fully stocked with both ranged and melee weapons of all sorts thanks to the work of the Seneschal, a Cherub of War named Vaniel.
Timon sits on the front steps smoking deeply. Several buts of extinguished cigarettes lay on the ground.
Alvira stops at the steps, looks around, quite peeved, and waits for a Tether Servitor to come by before seeking entry. She moves upwind of Timon.
Alexander follows Timon to the Tombstone Arms, and tosses a cigarette into the gutter. He's about half a block down, and out of the light. Just a shadowy shape in the darkness, watching Timon smoke.
Timon stands as Alvira approaches. Timon flicks the cig out into the street without thinking about it.
Alvira is making growling noises again as she waits for Timon to say something.
Timon says, "Right on time... You can go ahead and admit it. It's good for the soul they say."
Alexander keeps his hands in his pocket as he watches - and listens - to the pair. Particularly given the meetingplace.
Alvira flexes her fingers, stops growling, and smiles saccharinely, "Well, I didn't know the Powers that Fought concerned themselves with destiny too much," she says, not stepping any farther in, "But if you have something that needs doing in the more subtle arenas, there are BETTER ways of contact than Fado's, even if it is reasonably secure, that was a damn fool way to do it."
Timon says, "You sure have guts to go and call me a fool on my home turf."
Alvira says, "Do you even listen to yourself, then? I had you guesstimated as an Elohim in about four sentences. Just becuase your choir is balance doesn't mean it's about 'projecting' that!"
Timon says, "I have no alterier motives. I only wish YOU could say the same."
Alexander moves into the light of a streetlamp, snapping open his lighter with a soft metallic click, and lighting up a cigarette before he snaps it shut. "You're both idiots. Why you didn't go -inside- before starting this conversation...."
Alvira throws up her hands, "Of COURSE I have ulterior motives! I have a Role! Spreading my Superior's Word IS my ulterior motive! It's ALL our ulterior motives!" she's practically shouting now... Ally jumps and spins around, "I didn't go inside because I had no permission."
Timon looks sharply down the street. Then back at Ally. "Bah, I doubt she could go anywhere ELSE after she got in... Now... Tell me. Whom do you serve?"
Alvira spins back towards Timon. "I do NOT know what your problem is. The Flowers Tether was easier to work off dissonance due to Role concerns, but it does NOT mean I bear ill will towards Michael or would not support his policies when they do not go against those of Trade." She shakes her head, confused, muttering something about 'hyenas' under her breath.
Alexander shakes his head slowly. And takes a slow pull on his cigarette as he starts towards the pair, his footfalls even and measured. "Polite bastard, aren't you. Remind me of a bum I used to know." Exhaling a cloud of smoke, he shakes his head at Timon. "So you think she's infernal? Based on... what?"
Timon hisses the word audibly..."Dissonance..."
Roll by Alexander: (1) (5) (2)
Timon says, "I spared you the humility of a public embarasment once. But Micael isn't allways up for a second serving of pity and...."
Alvira shrieks, "INFERNAL?" she's clearly deeply offended and hurt, "You think I'm some sort of hellspawn?" She breathes, and says with the faintest glint of amusement as she holds out an accusing finger, "Mister, just because I'm out here, does NOT make me that sort of gal!" She spins, landing the finger back on Timon, "Yes, dissonance, failure, yes. You can say NOTHING I have not said to myself already, but I have cleared myself. It was a necessary evil in the tracking of a certain Fallen Saint."
Timon says, "NECESSARY EVIL!? That's the kind of excuse some poor mundane child would give his own mother."
Alexander tunes his attention to the Symphony, his gaze going distant as he 'listens' to her. After a moment he barks a laugh, shaking his head. "I never said -I- thought you were." He takes a long pull off his cigarette, blowing out a small ring. "Oh. That mess. You, on the stairs, siddown and shaddup for a second. Before I make you. Mike and the Lady get along juuust fine, so if I have to smack you around, I'm likely to get off better."
Timon glares at you, but is silent and listens for whatever light this brash fellow can shed on the matter.
Alvira shrugs, and says, "Well, I was NOT going to Attune to that monster directly. I attuned his clothing, and that piece of me DIED when someone tried to take their pound of flesh. I could not move in... he had already BANISHED one Angel, and not all our forces were arrayed, and I did not have the power to take that murdering bastard directly." She sighs, flexing her fingers again, and looks at Alex with interest, then over at Tim, considering...
Timon's gaze is still set on this newcomer Alex.
Alexander closes with the pair, trailing smoke behind him. "Yeah, I'm kinda pissed he got away from me beating the crap outta him for some of what he did, but he's gone, and that's fine with me." Flicking his butt into the street, he glances down at Timon. "Name's Alex. And I will personally vouch for this lady's... honor. Now, howsabout you explain what's got you so bent outta shape?"
Alvira looks invitingly at Alex... and moves a bit to stay out of the dueling smoke clouds.
Timon trys to lock eyes with Alexander as he approaches. "She seems innocent enough on the outside. But her looks can't hide all her secrets...I know shes done somthing terrible...Somthing shes willing to fight, maybe kill to keep a secret...somthing DARK. She admits to being dissonant. If shes truely repentant why does she not ask her lords favor to restore her glory?"
Alexander arches an eyebrow slightly, glancing at Alvira. "... Right. Well, I'm not judging off looks, Elohite. Still, you folks don't generally get worked up for no good reason... so either I'm missing something, or somebody's got a really nasty sense of humor."
Alvira waves her arms, but continues more quietly, "Hello, WAS dissonant? Incurred dissonance, but was already realigned with the Symphony? Yves, well, I know he's not your favorite, but the Archangel of Destiny granted me absolution." She sighs, and rubs her arms, "No... something I fear, yes, naturally, and enough to kill for it. I fear becoming dark, cold, unable to see the joy in watching out for someone and making them more of themselves then they were. I fear my loyalties turning against each other." She looks at Timon squarely, "And the greatest threat came to pass... but I am STILL here, an Angel serving in full stead to her Superior. With my friends and comrades around, and holding true to the dictates of the Word, I did not let the pain keep me from caring again."
Timon says, "So, you've been ...forgiven?""
"Actually, the Lady's quite fond of Yves," comments Alex, dryly. "In her more lucid moments, anyhow."
Timon says, "And you sir would vouch for this ?"
Alvira shoots Alex a thankful glance, "I guess prophets get along. And I'm very fond of the old man myself. Even if I don't understand half of what he's saying." Her good humor starts to fade as Timon speaks again. "Go get a Seraph out here, if this is such a concern! Yes, I was forgiven. If you need details, I went off, spent some sick days, and worked to reclaim myself IMMEDIATELY thereafter."
Alexander nods slightly, fishing in a pocket before pulling out a pack of cigarettes - a couple of odd talismans and a bag of herbs coming with it. The rest of the junk is shoved back into the pocket, and a cigarette is extracted. "Yeah, I vouch. Honor says she did her time working Tether detail, and did it well enough to have an Archangel - possibly not hers - come down and give her a gift." He declines to say what her dishonor was, as he snaps open his lighter and lights up again. "And if you think Yves is cryptic, try the Lady when she's in a mood. Voice of God."
Timon 's fists slacken at his sides. As he regards Alexander, and Nods. "You sir, are perhaps the most honorable man i've met today. Very well, I'll put this matter to a rest." Timon turns his attention back to Ally. "You'd do better to hide your darker past more carefully.
Alvira says, uncomfortably, "Sorry, as I said before, I don't dive too deeply into the metaphysical as its applied by Archangels, though perhaps I should a little more." She looks at Timon again, "A Seraph of Litheroy is WAY ahead of you here... Hide? Rest? You went and had me join you. What if someone heard about the Tether?"
Alexander laughs softly. "Oh, they already know about it. Used to belong to Baal."
Timon says, "It's a tether. Nothing secretive about it. A constant ringing disturbance in the corporeal world. A direct link to the Groves here."
Alvira sighs, rolls her eyes, "I mean regular humans. Would you like extra attention from people trying to break up, oh, say, a sex club?"
Alexander arches an eyebrow at Timon. "Some of 'em are a tad quieter than that." Inhaling deeply from the fresh cigarette, he blows the smoke away from Ally for the moment. "She's got a point, although most folks in this area don't ask questions. Any case, my good deed for the day's done, so I'm off to find some poor bastard who's gotten his house haunted."
Alvira looks, confused, "Haunted..?" then offers, "Well, you DID confirm my honor, and it'd be in my virtue to offer some payment for the assistence, when you will."
Timon says, "I'm not sure I grasp what you're saying. But everyone in that bar was not intierly what they seemed. Did you catch the biblical refrences and you did miss out on a bit of conversation between myself and the Private Investigator."
Alvira lists, "Oh, the bar man, waitresses, other people passing by... parabolic Vapulan microphones, well, probably not that. Fado's is known to get some Angels through, which makes sense, but still, discretion. Sometimes a reference IS just a reference, and if their mission does mean a bit of discretion, then by God, I'll give it to them..."
Alexander chuckles. "I'm a Paranormal investigator. Ghost buster, if you will. Got the degrees and everything. Poltergeists, zombies, the whole works." He flicks ash off his cigarette. "Fado's... well, let's just say the owner's a 'brother' of sorts."
Timon sigh's deeply. "I've allready been acquainted with Tyrr and 'the gang'. She actually arrived after they left."
Timon says, "And if you thought our minute refrences were 'bad', good luck talking to him about how he conducts buisness in the bar."
Alvira nods, "Yes, yes... but it isn't Coffee Central, either. Foolhardy demons DO come through, sometimes."
Timon says, "Yes...I didn't catch his name, but he left with a broken hand."
Alexander smirks. "You should have seen me. I made them all - and you both - look subtle by comparison." He shrugs. "Demons aren't really a worry. Just don't freak the mundanes in Fado's, or Tyrr will come down on you like the hammer of god. Him, or Kurgan."
Alvira looks confused, "Wait, Tyrr left with a broken hand?" She looks over at Alexander, "Belial start ice-skating on Sheol while I was assisting the Tether?"
Timon says, "Kurgan seems like a nice fellow. A tad soft spoken at times. No, Tyrr broke the random foolhardy demon's hand. With a handshake no less."
Alexander arches an eyebrow. "Wait, what?"
Alvira doens't seem too apologetic, "It's part of my general mission to encourage communication and sharing here on Earth. I know I could be more subtle, but I still need to be encouraging." She shrugs.
Timon says, "Hmmmm than a misfounded acusation on my part. I Appologize."
Alvira puts her face in her hands.
Alexander shakes his head. "I still want to know where you got that idea from. Either you've had a Bal muttering at you, or else... well, I certainly hope you didn't get The Balseraph muttering in your ear." He sighs, and turns to start off down the street. "I'll remember that offer to help, lady. 'Til, then, I'll see you both around."
Alvira looks up at Timon, curious, peeking out from behind fingers still, "Yes... what did you DO to get this idea in your head, anyway?" She puts her hands down and sighs, "If I can get out of this part of town without mauling someone...
Timon says, "Simple, I observed your connection with the symphony."
Alvira looks down at herself, then up at Timon, concerned, "PLEASE don't take this the wrong way, but are you sure that you're all right, yourself, then?"
Timon says, "I'm one of the Powers. I've served War since the Fall. I've only been on the corporeal plane for 8 hours now."
Alvira whistles, "You've been with War since the Fall and this is your first trip to Earth? Well, I'd be lying if I said it didn't show, but..." she pauses, then says, "Well, that didn't actually answer my question."
Timon says, "I know, I was getting to that. It stands to reason that there is a distinct distrust between us. The logical action would be for the two of us to take the matter to a higher power, and have each of our concerns layed to rest."
Alvira says, "Well, I'm willing to be scanned by a Seraph, but... what were you 'reading' on me then, if it can be described in English? I haven't been around very long, but I've incurred one note of dissonance, and that's gone, and I'd like to avoid repeats. It sounds, objectively, like your Resonance is out of tune."
Timon says, "hmmmm, you seemed quite shaken up on the subject. It would appear that my reading had some merit to it. But those readings are never allways complete or in context now are they? I should refine my corporeal introductions and questions to be more efficent in the future."
Alvira says, "Tim... a week and a half ago an object I was protection, an object whose strands in the Symphony were linked to mine, was destroyed. I don't know how familiar you are with Cherubs, but I would seriously be frightened and sad of any Guardian who wasn't shaken by that." She shivers, "But I wasn't even THINKING about it in the bar."
Timon says, "So a Cherub of Destiny then? Well, speaking from observation you have been nothing but truthfull and honest. You even admited to being dissonant and all. I have no evidence to make foolhardy claims against you. I simply sought answers, and I needed to know whom I could trust here."
Alvira sighs, "One last time. Marc. I like Yves a lot, and, as Alex mentioned, he gave me an Attunement, but the Word I uphold first and foremost is Trade's..." She sighs, and says, "Well, work on your introductions, or how you go about it. You could have waited, grabbed me afterwards... I mean, where am I going to flee in *Fado's*?"
Timon says, "Fair Enough. So tell me. Did you guage anymore definate info about the other two fellows in the bar?"
Alvira shrugs, "They're both unfamiliar to me. I presume 'Uylsses' was under a name he chose for himself, but that's fine. Plenty of philosophers. The other... another barfly philospher, possibly. Yes, he could be an Angel, but the glory of Words are that they indeed resound throughout the Symphony." She sighs, looking around the area. "Great, this late... no way a girl in my position would go home alone... This IS going to go into my next report to Marc's offices, I hope you realize, but I'm going to need some sort of escort or a Celestial Motion."
Timon says, "I can offer both. That is, If i have not offended you so much that you would decline."
Alvira says, "Considering the sort of situation you inadvertently setup, I would prefer NOT having us more firmly connected." She sighs, then clasps her hands, "After all, I *do* have my virute."
Timon looks quizzicly at you. "Are corporeal assignments allways this complex?"
Alvira explains, "You had us looking like it was a rendeavous. I'd prefer another vessel to be around for protection, rather than have it look like I'm easy." She shrugs, "Welcome to Austin. I doubt they're always so complex, but Austin is a unique case."
Timon says, "Wait....rendeavous....."
Alvira meshes her hands together, "Think Creationer," she encourages, and decides NOT to mention the Archangel yet. Austin's complex enough.
Timon says, "Ah...I could see how that might be....Misleading...me offering drinks and all...."
Alvira says, "And then the whispering and ORDERING me out," she makes a disproving noise, and says, "Besides, you're not my type and I don't want people to get the idea that you ARE. I'd like to have a chance at adopting someone in this Role someday in the future..."
Timon a long and uneasy Silence separates "I...See." Tim pulls out another cig and lights it with a match. "I am quite sorry for the inconvience. It seemed the logical thing to do at the time. Rather than bring the mater out in the open...especially with the 'other' elohim there....At least im fairly certain he was an Elohim, and a investigator no less.
Alvira sighs, "I know it's not a word with good connotations in Angelic, but discretion still works. You leave before me, grab me later, and explain. Try it next time," she smiles, "The Judge would probably do it. I *like* this Role, I've done good things with it, and I can do more if I can make it out of college."
Timon says, "well then, how can I help get you back where you need to be safely...without...compromising your role further?"
Alvira sighs, "Well, if the Tether has insufficient guards," she smiles, "Hmm, he gave the right gift," and explains, "If you can give me a few minutes, I can fade out with a Song if you'll spare an Essence."
Timon says, "Certainly, it's the least i can do to...Start making this up to you...Or should I do that? Wouldn't that make it seem like I was interested in you." Tim transfers the essence and continues objectifying things."
Alvira says, "Well, acting publiclly hurt, if you can manage, or rebuffed, like something you expected to happen that didn't, might help," she says, considering, "Though I need to stay away from Fado's the next few days anyway... classes and the like."
Alvira sits down on the steps and starts to concentrate, not actually Singing yet, but going over it in her mind.
Alvira spends several minutes Singing quietly a Song of the mind, of light, of being one with the surroundings...
Roll by Alvira: (4) (4) (6)
Alvira becomes more difficult to see, and is one with the shadows. Now ninjed out, she takes off, keeping closer to alleyways and quiet to enhance the "Don't Mind Me, I'm Only a Shadow" field, the Song has wrapped around her as she heads back towards campus...
Timon takes a final drag off his cig, and tosses it out into the street as he walks up the steps into the Tether. Things sure are going to be interesting here in Austin.
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