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  1. - Top - End - #1
    Ogre in the Playground
    Join Date
    Oct 2010
    Location
    Canada
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    Default In Nomine: Los Angeles (IC)

    Pre-Campaign Lore and Notes

    The Vlog of Thachael, Servant of Litheroy
    Spoiler: September 4th, 2018
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    <A screen flickers on, showing a comfortable looking coffee shop late into the evening. Few patrons are visible in the background, and the glow of a crackling fire is seen in the periphery as a non-descript man of middling years settles onto a plush leather chair and adjusts the broad-rimmed black glasses upon the bridge of his nose.>>
    “Hey. Yeah, hi. Good evening!” He says with exaggerated charm.
    “This is Thachael. My friends call me Thatch.” Thatch smiles, and scratches the two-day salt and pepper stubble upon his chin. “Humans have such fascinating creations. ‘Vlogging’, I believe they call this one. It’s a good way of revealing things so no one else has the ability to censor it without some difficulty. Litheroy certainly approves!”
    Thatch takes a tall foam cup and sips the steaming coffee within, before idly gesturing to the cup with his free hand. ”Another one of humanities greatest inventions. Coffee! Oh, Holy Holy Holy! I wonder sometimes if this is what Dionysis used to call Ambrosia? I wish I could have asked him when I had time.” He sighs, and sets the cup aside.
    His expression turns serious, as deep and rather intense brown eyes fixate on the blinking red light next to the webcam he’s recording from.

    “Okay. Enough of the pleasantries. We’ve got some pretty deep **** coming our way. Revelatory in the sort of manner that could shake the foundations of our efforts in the War.”
    Thatch smiles grimly, and steeples his fingertips together.
    “A couple of weeks ago a few friends of mine doing Blandine’s work in the Marches started to put two and two together, and realized that there was a growing pattern to some of the content that the Dreamers in Los Angeles were having. I love a good mystery, so they asked me to take a look into it. I found some rather disturbing things. First off, according to a friend of mine who helps Yves maintain the Library, each of the Dreamers having this dream seem to be on the list of potential Prophets. For those of you whose Superiors haven’t clued them in yet? This means their dreams can be frighteningly accurate.”
    Thatch takes another small sip of his coffee, before heaving a heavy sigh.
    “These dreams-slash-prophecies all point towards a shift in the celestial political landscape, and possibly a shift in the power balance between Heaven and Hell. That’s the good news. The bad news is that we don’t know much beyond the fact that there are five mortals who are at the crux of it.”
    <<A sweet-sounding voice greets Thatch from off-screen, and he grins widely as his attention turns to the newcomer, and his hand raises to close the lid on his laptop, ending the recording abruptly.>>


    Spoiler: September 5th,2018
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    <<The video begins, though little is able to be made out as the webcam is shifted about in what appears to be a bedroom, while the sound of Thatch huffing in exertion sounds through the built-in microphone. After a few moments, the camera settles and shows Thatch’s face close to the camera, almost taking up the full screen. Behind him, tangled in silk sheets, is revealed to be an attractive young lady, though her face is hidden in the pillows while a soft snoring is heard from her.>>
    “Sorry for that.” He glances behind him with a small smile. “The corporeal world certainly has its share of pleasures.” His voice is soft, almost whispered, and a bit harder to hear in the silence of what appears to be a hotel room. “Where was I? Right. Right. So, we’ve got five mortals who somehow will shake the foundation of the War. How absurd does that sound? Mortals, precious as they are, affecting Heaven and Hell on such a predicted scale? Well, I’m not one to put a lot of faith into whispered chicaenery without some sort of proof. I realize how that sounds, coming from me, but Revelations aren’t really Revelations if they’re not true. They’re just lies. So I did some digging and guess what I found?”
    He smiles a bit, and turns to rummage around somewhere next to him. A moment or two later, he returns his gaze to the screen and holds up an incredibly old compass of tarnished brass. It could easily be hundreds of years old, from when great sailors sought out new routes to India and beyond. He turns it over and shows the brass back, whereon a quartet of stylized musical notes are displayed roughly correlating to the four cardinal directions and a fifth is displayed in the center.
    “This is, if you can believe it, the personal compass of Martin Luther, circa 1515. It’s also a relic that is, according to my friend in the Library, supposedly attuned to a particular prophecy. I asked him to make some inquiries and try and find a copy of this prophecy for me. In the meantime, the one recurring theme in these prophetic dreams is a rather….sad….individual. Cassiel. A Word-bound Cherub who has had a few patrons over the years. She started as a servant of Andrealphus back when his Word was Love and he hadn’t fallen. When he fell, her heart broke for she truly loved him. Raphael picked her up, as they were friends in the early days and nursed her broken heart. Eventually, Cassiel was again abandoned by her Superior when Raphael sacrificed herself. She took up service with Eli but by this point, Cassiel wasn’t much for doing anything beyond singing her lamentations and dwelling in her own misery. ”
    Thatch sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose before rubbing his eyes in weariness.
    “She’s a great singer. One of the best of the Angels. You can imagine what sort of praise that is, considering what we are. She was even offered a position as a Trisagonist, but she turned it down. The Seraphim Council, along with the support of Eli, Novalis, Gabriel and a few others who wanted to see her recover from her losses with renewed purpose gave her the Word of Tears and charged her with helping others heal their own sorrows. She’s got a purpose now, and she’s great at it. Warm smiles, friendly shoulders to cry on, everything a human would need to cope with their own losses and sorrows. You can still see her own sadness and grief deep in her eyes if you look hard enough. Cassiel being involved in some sort of grand prophecy makes me and some of my associates nervous.”
    “I’ll let you know more when I get some more answers."

    <<Thatch glances at the young woman behind him with a soft expression, and then reaches over and clicks off the recording, turning the screen black.>>


    Spoiler: September 9th, 2018
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    <<When the video recording flickers to life, Thatch is revealed to be sitting in an old, creaky wooden rocking chair in what appears to be a log cabin of sorts. He’s sporting a black eye, and a split lip that he’s tenderly applying some ice.>>
    “So, things are getting complicated. I figured out how the compass works. Give it some essence and it will lead you to one of the mortals. I found one. His name is Malcolm Price. He’s a band student at Hollywood Arts High School in Los Angeles. I wasn’t able to approach him – wasn’t sure I even wanted to. Just kept an eye on him for a couple days. Turns out, I wasn’t the only one watching him. I really don’t know how, but the Demons are in on this as well. I don’t know how much they’re aware of, but they know at least enough to be watching this Price kid. I got jumped by a couple of their goons. They roughed me up, scared me off. But they didn’t get the compass.”
    He sets the ice pack aside, and takes a large swig from a frosty can of beer sitting next to him.
    “I haven’t heard anything from my friend in the Library. His silence is a bit concerning. I’m going to put in a call to the local militant arm. I get the feeling things are going to get a bit more dangerous soon enough.”
    <<He reaches over, takes another swig of beer and shuts down the video feed.>>


    Spoiler: September 10th,2018
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    <<The webcam clicks on without fanfare, revealing what appears to be a rather barren warehouse. A thunderously loud foghorn in the distance perhaps indicating its location near the harbor. The camera is focused on a three of figures sitting around a large wooden spool of cables tipped on its side, using it as a makeshift table. The compass sits in the center, surrounded by a few beer cans and a take-out carafe of coffee. One of the men sitting on a small wooden box near the makeshift table is Thatch. One is a tall man with broad shoulders and a buzz-cut wearing a stained wife-beater and a pair of stone-washed blue jeans. The third is a lean man with a rich, olive complexion in a green wool trench coat covered in patches of brown and grey leather where it was hastily mended. His hair is long and wavy black, tied in a haphazard ponytail.>>
    “You can’t be serious!” The bald man thunders. “If you’re right and you can’t ascend while you’ve been feedin’ that damn compass essence, you’re a sittin’ duck! At least come to the Hostel so my boys can keep an eye on ya.”
    The dark haired man in the green jacket shakes his head slowly, drumming dark fingertips on the side of a can of beer held lightly in held. When he speaks, his voice is thick with a rich accent. “If Thachael is walking around with a bunch of your boys it will do naught but draw extra attention to him. Unless YOU are willing to take the compass yourself?” There is a hint of mirthful teasing in his inquiry, to which the bald man scowls and looks away, shoving his meaty hands into his pockets.
    “Gentlemen, please. Now is not the time for divisiveness. We know the first of the mortals, and that the compass will help us find the others. We need everyone to be on board with this. By God! Bethrezen is here, and if HE has taken an interest in this little endeavor of ours then I, for one, am willing to put aside any petty squabbles – yes, even with Morgannin and Adewale – and try and have this resolved as fast as po…..”
    <<Thachael’s tirade is cut short, as a thunderous explosion rips through the far wall of the warehouse, sending smoke and debris scattering across the room. From the dusty cloud that has begun to fill the room, flashes of muzzle fire can be seen while the harsh popping of firearms discharge raise in cacophony. Thatch snatches the compass from the top of the make-shift table moments before the large, bald man grabs it and heaves it across the room into the cloud of smoke with as much ease as throwing a paper airplane. A couple voices rise in pain at the clattering crash of the spool slamming into something.>>
    “Thatch! Go now! Keep it safe and get it to the others.” The bald man growls, as he draws a hefty aluminum baseball bat from the floor next to him. The green-coated man clasps his hands together and murmurs a beautiful incantation as the smoke of the explosion begins to swirl up from its uncontrolled spill and begins to take shape into a dome in the center of the room before pulling an ancient looking scimitar from beneath his jacket and turning to face the handful of mean looking bikers and gangland soldiers that had begun to swarm in.
    <<Thatch turns with the compass held tightly to his chest and sprints towards the laptop and attached webcam. A hand grips it and slams it shut moments after a monstrously tall figure clad in black-lacquered, baroque plate armor steps through the growing throng of soldiers and thugs, and raises a great two-handed flanged Morningstar in salute to the bald man and the green-coated man.>>


    Spoiler: September 14th, 2018
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    <<The webcam blinks to life, flickering with the occasional burst of static. It reveals a singularly nasty spider-webbed crack on the bottom corner, revealing some damage. Thatch leans back with a pained groan, his face battered and bloody – fresh blood still seeping from a slowly healing gash above his left eye. A dark stain on his blue button-down shirt slowly spreads while a bloody hand presses against it.>>
    “Ahhh….damn. This isn’t good. Look, I stashed the compass somewhere safe. I couldn’t ascend while I was actively using it and they’ve been hot on my heels for days. There are some things you need to know and I’m running out of time.”
    He signs softly, before continuing. “First off….There are five mortals involved. The compass will help you find them, but be careful, the Demons want them to. We still haven’t figured out what’s really going on, but we know enough to make this a high priority situation.”
    “Second, we know one of the mortals. Malcolm Price. Music student at Hollywood Arts. He’s under Infernal watch, and I’ve asked Morgannin to keep an eye on him as well. She’s so touchy, but her birds are everywhere. We don’t know the others.”
    “Third. If you’re the poor sods who are getting this message dumped in your lap, I’ve got a piece of advice. Turns out, there’s a rogue servant of Kronos in town somewhere. His name is Jathiriel. The last message I got from my friend in the Library was that maybe Jathiriel is a bit more in-the-know on this situation. Even if he doesn’t realize it yet. Make sure Asmodeus’ dogs don’t get him first…and by God, make sure Adewale keeps his distance. Water-boarding may be effective, but it’s not going to encourage a renegade to keep being…all….you know….rebellious.”
    Thatch coughs violently, a dribble of blood leaking from the corner of his lips. A loud crash is heard from somewhere outside the slum apartment he seems to be hiding in.
    “Damn it! They’re here already.” Thatch begins to type furiously, sparing the occasional glance towards the front door of the suite as loud footsteps thunder down the hall, closer and closer.
    “All shining and silver,
    With a beautiful face,
    You look into me,
    And find this place.”
    He chuckles darkly, and cringes as he utters such a dissonant reveal.
    “We can’t let them find it first. It’s in my favorite coffee shop. The one where I met…her. My Lady in Red. She can tell you what street it’s on.” He smiles sadly for a moment, glancing down to a small, fragile looking necklace in his bloody hand – a one-winged ruby heart on a thin gold chain. “And…please. Tell her….tell her I’m sorry I won’t be meeting her in Bora Bora this time.” His corporeal vessel begins to slough off, unravelling like a hundred thousand ribbons untying at once.
    <<The front door splinters open, as a swirling cloud of angry, gnashing black surges into the room past the heavily armored figure from the warehouse. The cloud screeches, and the lens cracks again as it swarms over the manifesting celestial form of Thachael and a cry like the pealing of a perfect bell sounds out, before the video screen flickers with static, and freezes…..>>
    Last edited by Erulasto; 2018-03-21 at 09:39 PM.
    "Even in these chains, you can't stop me!" - In This Moment, Big Bad Wolf

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  2. - Top - End - #2
    Ogre in the Playground
    Join Date
    Oct 2010
    Location
    Canada
    Gender
    Male

    Default Re: In Nomine: Los Angeles (IC)


    Player
    Character
    Choir/Band
    Superior
    Status
    Anyr
    Bright Lilim
    Marc
    Active
    seatyger
    Elohite
    Eli
    Deceased
    EarthenRite
    Elohite
    Yves
    Deceased
    Failed Phantasm
    Balseraph
    Kronos
    NPC
    JeenLeen
    Seraph
    Michael
    Active
    XIII
    Malakite
    Gabriel
    Active
    Siegemonkeys
    Ramiel
    Cherub
    Michael
    NPC
    RossN
    Mercurian
    Janus
    Active
    BradWhite
    Elohim
    Jean
    NPC
    Xetheral
    Kyriotate
    Yves (Eli)
    NPC

    Spoiler: Angels of Los Angeles
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    Captain Edmund van Graff: A Malakim of David, Captain Edmund van Graff - also known as Gaspariel - spends his time coordinating with Jerichael at the Howitzer, and other militant servants on the front line of The War, and ensuring the LAPD does its best to keep the gang violence of Los Angeles contained.

    Mercy: The Seneschal of a small Tether to Flowers, Mercy is a Mercurian who has been in the service of Novalis since the Fall. She was one of the angels charged with tending the gardens of Eden during the Great Experiment. Now, she tends the flowers for her shop – a task she greatly enjoys, and offers succor and a meal to any Angel who comes calling. At one point, she was in the running for the Word of Charity, but she stepped aside when she was offered the chance to maintain this small Tether in Los Angeles after a short conversation with Yves.

    Jeremiah Howser (Jerichael): With a friendly smile and a quick wit, the Seneschal of the Tether to the Sword in Los Angeles is a Cherub in the service of Laurence. Heavily distinguished, he requested this posting as a personal favor from Laurence after centuries of service. He passes his time between tending the bar and coordinating local Angelic efforts in The War.

    Adam Waller (Adewale): Head of the local Triad of Judgement, Adewale is a Seraphim that has come to town recently to replace the last Seraphim of the Triad - Osmorael - who was recalled to Heaven as part of a promotion, under the pseudonym Adam Waller, an up and coming lawyer for the District Attorney’s office in Los Angeles. Adewale is far, far less tolerant than his predecessor - who could actually be reasoned with some of the time - and is of the mind that the Divine Inquisition trumps most other mundane life-tasks. When Adewale comes calling, he expects you to drop everything for him and his inflated sense of purpose. It was recently implied that Adam has had dealings, along with the rest of the Triad, with a renegade Demon calling itself Famine.

    Adele Henshaw (Ysieriel): A bike courier by day, this Ofanim of Wind prides herself on both her ability to get through rush hour traffick on a bike, or by foot. She acts as a divine messenger as well, running errands and missives between the Angels of Los Angeles, or any businesses that hire her services. Adele is presently taking sanctuary with Inanna in the Babylon Club to help stymie the efforts of the Lilim Evexiel after they inflicted her with a Geas to stay put and thus earning her dissonance.

    Selena Carter (Seleniah): A well-known high-class escort that caters to the upper echelons of Los Angeles society, and is frequently the eye-candy for celebrities and visiting dignitaries. She is embroiled in all sorts of sordid affairs of the rich and powerful, though she doesn’t seem to care for much more than enjoying herself and keeping herself entertained. Blackwater CEO Maxwell Strauss has offered her several times the leading role in one of his movies, but thus so far she has declined. Selena has been revealed to be an Impudite of Lust who is gaining a fair share of Dissonance for falling in love with her now-deceased lover - the Angel Thachael. She has offered to help Sarah save Bethany Caulfield from Blackwater Studios. The most recent turn of events for Selena is that she is now an unaligned Mercurian following her Redemption by Marc as facilitated by Sarah.

    Solomon: A Cherub of Faith, Solomon is an old Angel in Khalid's service. He participated in the Crusades on the side of the Saracens, to stymie Laurence and Dominic's militant advancement of Christianity at Khalid's behest. Now, he lives a quiet life encouraging people on the street corner to small acts of charity and compassion. He looks rather homeless in his dress, with a long green wool overcoat that has been patched and hemmed many times, but is a handsome man with a dark olive complexion, and long wavy black hair. Khalil Dhali recently discovered that Solomon was somewhat dissonant, and may be having a crisis of Faith.

    Morgannin: An Ofanim in the service of Jordi, Archangel of Animals, and holder of the distinction 'Friend of Beasts'. She spends much of her time in the form of a raven, and counts most ravens and crows as her friends. While she actively dislikes interacting much with the other Angels of the city, she does lend the aid of her feathered friends to act as scouts when the need arises. In the rare event she takes a human vessel, she is a short, pale girl with unkempt black hair and black eyes. Morgannin tried to get Haralambos to slay a renegade Demon named Famine who was tormenting her and her birds. After Harry spared the renegade, Morgannin threatened that if Famine went back to hunting her birds, she would hold Harry personally responsible.

    Rezzael: A Malakim of Judgement, he is the executioner of the Divine Triad of Judgement in Los Angeles. He doesn't spend much time mingling with the rest of the Celestials and generally only comes calling when the Triad needed to assemble for something. He is a short, wiry man of Asiatic descent with dark eyes and a shaved head. His small frame is usually clad in what appeares to be a traditional kimono, though his wrists are wrapped in copious strings of oddly-colored prayer beads. He spends a lot of time in a small Shinto temple out near San Bernardino. He doesn't look like much, but he has a bit of a reputation as a solid warrior – he is a Malakim, after all.

    Beatrice Forte (Fortisima): A short, matronly woman, and Cherubim of Judgement. She wears a pastel blue button up blouse and a casual blue-jean dress and a frilly apron covered in flour with the words I’m the Archangel of Cookies! written in scrawling cursive embroidery. Fortisima has rosy cheeks and a wide, friendly smile that make her soft eyes pinch with impressive crow’s feet. She is quick to offer freshly baked cookies to any who comes to her small bakery near Laguna Beach.

    Lophiryne: A Cherub of Dreams, who appears in his vessel as an older gentleman with a kindly grandfather-type look. He wears an old tweed suit, with a lily on his jacket lapel and carries a briefcase in red leather with bright yellow polka dots. His mustache is a full, bushy thing that wiggles when he speaks and he's wearing circular spectacles. Provided Ramiel with a copy of the dream-prophecies he and others like him have been collecting in the Marches.

    Best Buy: A Mercurian of Lightning.

    Tyne: A Mercurian of Destiny who was in contact with Sopholael regarding the prophecy, and was directed to be involved by someone he called Grandfather. He has recently reached out to Emblem in order to help facilitate the ongoing crisis in Los Angeles.



    Spoiler: Known Demons of Los Angeles
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    Castigen: An ancient servant of Saminga, Demon Prince of Death, Castigen is the Seneschal of the Phobos Station Tether. While he was once substantially more active in bringing ruin to the corporeal world at his Superiors behest, now Castigen ruminates in the dark, flooded depths of the Tether and troubles the corporeal realm little unless the trouble is brought to him. Garezar views the inhuman Castigen as a sort of mentor, and often makes his way to Phobos Station to converse with the ancient, inscrutable Calabim. Officially, Castigens last act of destruction was to cause the ruin of Phobos Station that created the Tether in the first place.

    Garezar: The Shedim of Death known only as Garezar has a history of committing unspeakable acts of violence and corruption, and of all the Diabolicals in Los Angeles, a hint of its presence is enough to mobilize an Angelic response. It is particularly cunning and insidious, and often hides behind the activity of other Demons. In the last year, there have been three sightings, though each time Garezar has slipped away with a cackling laugh and escaped the Malakim sent to hunt him. Garezar is presently suspected of inhabiting the body of Kaitlin Mayweather.

    Bethrezen: Eschewing anything so mundane as a mortal role, the Balseraph of War known as Bethrezen is a valued member of Baal's infernal hierarchy. He is, ostensibly, the most significant of the Demons in the front-line of the War in Los Angeles. If Bethrezen has taken a direct hand, or notice of something occurring in the city, it is something that is invariably of some significance to him. Bethrezen has recently called in a trio of Angel-Killers from Baal to help fight back against the assaults by Harry and Khalil that have cost the Demons the vessels for both Zhangarmal, Lee and Justinia. Bethrezen's war-form was destroyed by a combined kill-team of Angels, including Harry, Khalil, and Selena. His current whereabouts are unknown, but it seems to have shaken up the Demonic community greatly.

    Madison Rourke (Madrizel): Madrizel is an old servant of Lust, with an unusually close friendship with Fleurty the Demon Prince of Drugs, despite the general tensions between Andrealphus and Fleurty. In her role as Madison Rourke, a glitz-and-glamour socialite from an incredibly old money family, she recently took an interest in the night-life of Los Angeles and opened her own club - the Rhapsody in Red - near Long Beach. What is suspected by many of the Angels in the city, though so far unable to be proven, is that Madrizel is the hidden patron behind the sudden increase in power and influence of the drug trade in the city, and her followers specialize in providing high-quality LSD and Ecstasy at a fraction of the normal street value. Business is booming. Madison has met Sarah, and though she doesn't seem to realize that Sarah is an Angel, the Demoness of Lust seems to be developing an obsessive infatuation with the Bright Lilim.

    Haroon Sadat (Hastephrat): A Calabim of Death who holds a position of power in one of Compton's most bloody and violent gangs - the Bloodhounds. The sociopath known as Haroon Sadat is a torturer extraordinaire, and the members of the LAPD or other enemies of the gang who fall into his hands often suffer brutally for days before finally being made an example of.

    Mr. Lee: A Djinn of Gluttony who works as a line cook and owner of an all-you-can-eat Chinese restaurant near the industrial regions of the city. He's pretty minor in the grand scheme of Infernal influence, and doesn't leave his restaurant much besides to buy more supplies for the grotesque amounts of food made daily. Lee was destroyed by Haralambos, sending his soul back to Hell where it is suspected he is enduring Trauma and the torment of his Superior. His role was ruined when the Police discovered his body.

    Cao Shen (Zhangarmal): The mercenary who hires his violent services to anyone who can afford his prices is a former member of the People's Liberation Army Special Operations Division - or the Chinese Special Forces. A Calabim of Fire, Cao Shen is a consumate professional, though he seems to take a sick glee in putting down the enemies his employers ask him to. He has a fondness for rocket propelled grenades, and incendiary bombs of all sorts. Fortunately, he is not an uncontrolled dynamo of destruction, but when he's been in an area, he leaves piles of burned bodies. The LAPD would love to have a few words with Cao Shen. Zhangarmal was blown to pieces when a dead-man's switch he was wearing was set off after a battle with Haralambos and Khalil Dhali. His vessel was annihilated, and he was sent back to Hell - though there was no damage to his Role.

    Baraghur: A Habbalah of Fate posing as a LAPD Detective (Detective Sawyer). Has been tormenting the Dancourt family - especially Hanna Pierse - with emotional manipulation. His reason for being present in Los Angeles is presently unknown. Wounded by Haralambos - something he will not forget. It was recently revealed that Baraghur had a second vessel with the role of Louis Dancourt's defense attourney.

    Justinia: A Demon with a female vessel that was destroyed by Khalil Dhali by burning its face off with divine fire. Present status is unknown. Whatever role she had was ruined when police found the body. Name discovered by Sarah when overheard by Bethrezen discussing Demons having been slain by local Angels at the Babylon Club.

    Evexiel: A Lilim that has ensnared Adele in a Geas and ordered her to stay put and not leave Los Angeles, forcing the Ofanim into dissonant behaviour. Whereabouts unknown. Responsible for Katriel's last bit of trouble on the Corporeal Realm. Presently suspected of being in a vessel named Everett. He is handsome in a very exotic way. His hair is long and black as night, with a complexion better suited to somewhere in the Mediterranean. Wide eyed, and wearing a checkered black and grey t-shirt under a black blazer and pair of slacks. Inanna told Katriel and Sarah that Evexiel was masquerading as a motivational speaker at local high schools.

    Kashtiel and Kuschiel: Suspected servants of Malphas, Prince of Factions. Kashtiel appears as a young teen girl and was dressed in fashionable clothes, chewing on some bubblegum rather noisily. She had blonde hair and the carried herself with an air of authority. She was the kind of girl who screamed bully and prom queen. Kuschiel is a darker skinned young man with cornrows and a pair of thick-framed black glasses. He wore a colourful shirt depicting a nude anime girl and a dragon coiled about her to hide all the naughty bits.

    Adaniphel: Suspected servant of Kobal, Prince of Dark Humor.

    Ikorial: Known servant of Vapula, Demon Prince of Technology, though he keeps a remarkably low profile. Ikorial's vessel - now discovered by Sarah - is a gangly man with a pink and black polka-dot bowtie and white dress shirt who has a strong affection for strawberries.

    Shax: Balseraph of War and head of the Angel hunter-killer team brought in by Bethrezen. His vessel, along with the vessels of his two allies - a Djinn and a Calabim - were destroyed in a large battle against Haralambos, Khalil Dhali and Ramiel. The fall-out of this action will have far reaching consequences.

    Famine: A Renegade Demon, formerly in service to Magog. Famine has been hiding in the junkyard, spawning undead children. He was accosting Morgannin and the birds under her care, so she asked Harry to deal with it for her. Instead of slaying Famine, he seems to have recruited the renegade.



    Spoiler: Places of Note
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    Club Babylon: A neutral grounds of sorts in Santa Monica, this three-story nightclub is owned by a powerful Ethereal suspected to be the former pagan goddess Inanna. A potent artifact housed within the building prevents the use of Songs, or the manifesting of Celestial forms within. Conflict between Angels and Demons is strictly prohibited and both sides use this club to meet and exchange information while others use it to meet up with old friends and lovers separated by the Fall.

    Oblivion: A popular rave-club in Compton that is a known haven for drug dealers and gangs, and is the primary source of Ecstasy and LSD these days in LA. While not a Tether, is is frequented by servants of Lust, Creation and Flowers. It makes for some strange bedfellows. Most of the interior is illuminated by black lights, save the back rooms guarded by two large, beefy guards who stand out quite a bit from the usual clientele with their dark suits and ear-pieces.

    Brighton House: Located in Lakewood, Brighton House is a well-tended estate and private school for gifted children. Many Angels and some Demons keep an eye on the youth here to see any shining Destinies or dark Fates that may be forming. Servants of Yves and Kronos are notorious for frequenting this locale. After a terrorist attack from Cao Shen designed to eliminate Sopholael caused the library to explode and the building to catch fire, it has been temporarily closed by the police while they investigate.

    Mercy's Flower Shop: A small, run-down looking flower shop with fenced off garden and greenhouse in the back located near Laguna Beach, it is a Tether of Flowers and run by its Seneschal Mercy, a sprightly young woman who dresses in a hemp blouse and floral skirt. Visitors are assaulted by a heady combination of scents - herbs and flowers in small terra cotta pots sit upon every horizontal surface and the shop is warmed by large picture windows.

    The Howitzer: A rough-looking bar near Long Beach, it is frequented by bikers, army vets and Angels of War. A hand painted sign above the door of a tank firing it's canon has the bars name written in the muzzle flash. It is an Angelic Tether of War, run by Jeremiah Howser, also known as Jerichael who acts as the Seneschal and bartender for this location.

    Phobos Station: This sinister Tether is located in East L.A. and exists in the bowels of an abandoned subway tunnel. A horrific accident two years ago caused a massive cave-in and flooded a couple miles worth of subway. This horrific event spurred the creation of a new Tether, that shifted the political landscape of LA yet again. The three trains that were caught there still have the bodies from this catastrophe within, as rescue workers have been unable to navigate the flooded tunnels effectively. Officially a Tether of Death, Saminga allows the servants of Baal, Demon Prince of War to muster his forces here when necessary. Castigen, the Seneschal is an ancient Calabim of Saminga who has been involved in many atrocities across the years, but rarely leaves his hideaway in the newly created Tether.

    The Gravel Pit: Deep in the run down slums of Gangland LA is a warehouse and abandoned construction yard. This is the Gravel Pit; one part underground fight club, one part party stop and one part gambling den. Here, people come to try and make fortunes or glory in the bare-knuckle street fights that take place nightly.

    East Alondra Precinct Station: Located between Compton and Long Beach, this police station and Tether to Stone is on the front lines of a vicious gang-war that was kindled a few months ago and continues to flare up despite the attention of the LAPD. Captain Edmund van Graff is the Seneschal, and a solid pillar of the community.

    Blackwater Studios: This bright and modern building houses both the corporate office and the movie studio itself on the lower levels, and insider information has indicated that there may even be some basement levels used for the more graphic videos they produce.

    Lebedev Manor: Situated on a hill overlooking Santa Monica, this upscale mansion is the home for the Lebedev Twins. It has a lot of on-site security, from a high gated fence to motion-sensor CCTV and spot-light systems. The terraced and well-groomed grounds are constantly patrolled by dark-suited men with serious expressions. Visitors come and go at any time of day, and every couple weeks the Lebedev Twins host opulent and extravagant parties with an open invitation. Since security seems even more rigid at this time, it’s a fool’s errand to try and disrupt the festivities.

    Never Lose a Moment: A quaint little one-story shop set into a quiet suburban neighborhood in Pasadena, this non-descript building is the business for a clock-maker and his children. This is actually a weak Tether to Kronos, though the Seneschal has taken the form of the small, vicious tabby cat that is the family pet of the Kasparov family.

    The Rhapsody in Red: A popular club near Long Beach, the night life is positively booming here and many starlets and actors and musicians make appearances here to 'be seen'. Boasting live music every night, the Rhapsody does not allow simple DJ's to play here. If you have no talent, you wont get to perform. Every Friday night is a talent night, however, and anyone who wants to try their hand at performing can get a chance to show what they have. Talent agents, and scouts of all kind cloister themselves here on those nights seeking the next big thing among the throngs of starry-eyed hopefuls.

    Hollywood Arts High School: A high school in the Hollywood region of Los Angeles, famous for two things: talented, artistic students, and inordinate amounts of bullying and student hazing. The press claims that if a student has talent - musical, artistic or any form thereof - and can successfully survive the mad-house that is Hollywood Arts, they are destined to become internationally famous. The school has many, many significant alumni, such as Brock Valtouille, Loretta MacKlennan, Samantha O'Harrison and all the members of the hit band, Half-Minute to Mars.



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    Svetlana ‘Sveta’ Lebedev: Svetlana is the younger of the two Twins, but shares her sisters beauty. She tends to dress a little more casually, and while Anya shows her darkness with a cold, calculating mind and ruthless disposition, Sveta is more wanton. She enjoys the flesh, both the pleasures of it, and the ruining of it. Her technique of interrogation makes even hardened Vory soldiers blanche. Sveta has offered Harry a part-time job as an enforcer for the Vory. To deliver messages for her.

    Anya Lebedev: Of the two Lebedev Twins, Anya was born only a minute or two earlier than her sister. Like Sveta, she is beautiful and maintains a high-fashion wardrobe. She holds much more business savvy than her sister, and spends her time orchestrating the organization she and her sister control. Anya has offered Madman Harry employment as a Vory enforcer after watching him fight at the Gravel Pit.

    Mayor Alphonso Castille: Serving his second consecutive term in office, this mayor was elected on a platform of ending the rising crime-rate in LA that has been steadily blossoming for the last decade or so. His first term saw a marked improvement as the LAPD received increased funding and an influx of recruits. However, around six months into his second term in office, organized crime and gang related activities spiked sharply with the revelation of a new drug kingpin in town and the Russian Vory solidifying under new management. His PR representatives are frantically trying to contain the wave of discontentment that is rising among his constituents as news is broken time and again of open conflict on the streets between the LAPD and the criminal elements. Emblem has discovered that Mayor Castille is also a major shareholder in Blackwater Studios.

    Isabella Woodridge, Chief of Police: With a distinguished background in the United States Armed Forces, Isabella spent six years post-discharge assisting the DEA and FBI before being appointed as the Chief of Police when Mayor Castille took office. They have worked hand-in-hand quite successfully, but she is now feeling the heat of the increased crime war that is sparking in the city.

    Maxwell Strauss: CEO of Blackwater Studios, a popular media studio that specializes in adult content – from erotic to explicit. It has even dabbled in some rather taboo subjects that aren’t strictly legal in the United States. The studio gained notoriety for a few break-through titles such as Nocturnal Delights with Delilah, Sorority Shenanigans and the black market release of The Breaking of Jessica. Maxwell Strauss has been officially invited to host the AVN Awards next year. The Angels in LA keep a close eye on this company, as the rumors of influence by Servants of Andrealphus and Nybbas are to significant to ignore.

    Collin Boone: While gangs have become a commonly identifiable threat, one in particular seems to be trying to repair what damages others have wrought. Known as the Pillars of the Temple – or more commonly Pillars, or even Templars – this gang has strong community connections, and while it most certainly operates many illegal ventures, it is not uncommon to see members helping to carry groceries for single mothers or old ladies, helping rebuild damaged properties or doing general hand-work in their neighborhoods, and standing guard on street corners to keep the peace. Their leader is a charismatic man of African descent with a shaved head, broad shoulders and friendly smile named Collin Boone. He is adept at rallying the people of a community to a noble cause. He is a Solider of Heaven, as are several in his inner circle and his association with Captain Edmund of the East Alonso Precinct is one of the reasons the LAPD hasn’t cracked down on this gangs criminal activities with more than a token resistance.

    Bruno Wolf: Aside from Liam Ellington, Bruno is the last remaining partner in the Ellington and Wolf law firm. He has become cynical, especially after the third founding partner, Adriano Lazari was indicted on espionage and corruption charges. The law firm took a bit of a PR hit, but still does its best to bring an egalitarian edge to the corporate legal boards.

    Liam Ellington: One of the partners for Ellington and Wolf, LLP, a smaller firm specializing in corporate and copyright law. He is in his early fifties, and unlike his partner, he still seems to have a desire to facilitate fair trade between corporate interests.

    Adriano Lazari: The third founding member of Ellington and Wolf, LLP (formerly Ellington, Lazari and Wolf, LLP) he was investigated and charged with corporate espionage and corruption after his under-the-table dealings were brought to light. His trial concluded last month, and as he was being shipped to prison, the transport he was riding in was ambushed by a highly-skilled team of mercenaries that sprung him and disappeared, leaving no witnesses alive on the transport or its escorts. This incident caused a ripple of noise through the Symphony, alerting many to the presence of Angelic or Diabolical influence on the event.

    Malcolm Price: Seventeen year old musical prodigy, Malcolm attends Hollywood Arts High School in his senior year. He is incredibly gifted in both the playing of the guitar and the writing of song lyrics. He's a friendly sort, with few friends, but so far he has managed to keep a profile low enough to avoid the drama of the various cliques in the school. Malcolm assisted Harry, Khalil Dhali and Ramiel in destroying Shax and his demon brethren recently during a large battle by - somehow - channeling divine energy and performing a Song that drained him entirely and left him unconscious.

    Agatha Klassen: On the cusp of her eighteenth birthday, Agatha is the epitome of the Mean Girl persona. A talented dancer, beautiful, from a family wealthy enough to afford her trendy, fashionable clothes, manicured nails and a trip to the salon every week. She is the acknowledged Queen of Hollywood Arts popular clique, alongside her boyfriend Kirsch - a drummer and soccer player of noticeable skill. It is strongly suspected that Agatha is the host for one of the Demons of Factions in Los Angeles.

    Brody Kirsch: A handsome eighteen year old athletic youth with sandy blonde hair blue eyes and tanned skin from spending so much time outdoors at the beach with his girlfriend, Agatha. Kirsch is a skilled drummer, and star forward on the Hollywood Heralds soccer team. Incredibly popular, he is a bit of a bully when he's around his girlfriend and her clique, but is generally a lot nicer if encountered outside of a public social gathering.

    Kaitlin Mayweather: A young junior in Hollywood Arts High School, with a sweet voice and passable pianist. She was an honor student, on the road to scholarships and prestige. Her absentee parents left her and her older brother Justin to raise themselves in a lot of ways, though money was never an issue for them. Recently, Kaitlin has begun to act out in a disturbingly uncharacteristic manner - including drug use, vandalism, theft, and more gruesome displays. Kaitlin was recently revealed to be one of the hosts for Garezar. Khalil and Solomon have recently rescued Kaitlin from a drugged stupor in some twisted recording studio in the basement of the Rhaposdy in Red.

    Louis Dancourt: A convicted mass-murderer and serial killer who is presently attempting an appeal based on claims of evidence tampering by the LAPD and the District Attorney's Office. Has an older sister named Elizabeth. According to Elizabeth, Louis was a family man with a wife whose life began to spiral after he met some woman who was interested in his work. Harry recently broke Louis Dancourt out of prison and stashed him, for the moment, with Mercy.

    Bethany Caulfield: A young aspiring starlet who was pressured into signing a morally questionable contract by a Blackwater Studio scout without the input of her talent agent. Bethany and the agency are asking Ellington and Wolf, LLP to help re-negotiate the contract, or help her break it, to prevent her from being subjected to the kind of soul-crushing films she's slated to be in - despite the considerable wealth they're offering. Presently being represented by Sarah.

    Hanna Pierse: Adopted daughter of Elizabeth Dancourt. Her parents were killed by Louis Dancourt, and he has attempted to kill her on more than one occasion. Hanna is strongly suspected to be one of the Five, as her surname matches that of the Pierse Bloodline. It has been revealed she was being tormented by Baraghur the Habbalah of Fate for unknown reasons.

    Zahrah Brar: A small, waifish Middle-eastern girl with a wispy pixie-cut, and exotic eyes. Talented singer and girlfriend to Simeon Juarez.

    Felix Brar: Brother to Zahrah and friend of Bethany Caulfield.

    Simeon Juarez: A handsome Hispanic man with an unruly mop of black hair, and a very talented pianist. Boyfriend to Zahrah Brar.

    Roman: A Soldier of God, in service to Jerichael. He's a tall, mountain of muscle and works as a bouncer for the Howitzer to better facilitate his usefulness to Jerichael. He's incredibly imposing but overall quite friendly. The hunting knife he carries with him has an ivory handle carved to resemble an angel and is a blessed weapon. Roman was present during the fight against Bethrezen, handling himself with skill and diligence.

    The Remnant: Appearing as a middle-aged black man with a felt top-hat and a ukulele. Speaks with a heavy accent, and a bright and sunny attitude. Spends a lot of time around Thachael's Loft.

    Ryan Prodoruti: A Soldier of Heaven in the LAPD. Brother of Elizabeth Dancourt and foster-uncle of Hanna Pierse.

    Isaac: A good-looking bartender at the Rhapsody in Red. Dresses like a stereotype from a Prohibition-era New York speak-easy.

    Bhabha: A Lyft driver who chauffered Emblem around when he arrived in town.

    Donald Yates: A Texan who now drives a taxi in Los Angeles. Has two teenage children with his wife, an immigrant from Tijuana, Mexico.

    Professor Barton: Kat O'Brien's journalism professor and editor-in-chief of the UCLA newpaper.

    Lucian Morgenstern, Elliot Statham, Grant Mayweather and Robert "La Roy" Desjardin: Other named individuals who are major shareholders in Blackwater Studios. Some of them are reported to be Demons who live out-of-state.



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    Inanna: Thought to be the ancient Pagan Goddess of Babylonian myth, she is quick of wit, brilliant of mind, and gorgeous beyond the ken of mortality. She spends most, if not all her time at Club Babylon where she holds a sort of court for the Celestial and Ethereal visitors to Los Angeles. She is a bit of an information broker, and often trades favors and deals with those who seek her out. She maintains a strict policy of neutrality in The War, and swiftly shuts down anyone who tries to draw her into the political battlefield between Angels and Demons. Inanna seems to be altering her stance of non-interference by actively sheltering and helping the Ofanim Adele while she tries to find a way to break a Geas inflicted on her by Evexiel the Lilim.

    Duke (Marduk): An incredibly handsome man with an impressive physique and a jovial demeanor, it is possible that the doorman at Babylon named Duke is - in reality - Marduk of the ancient Sumerian Faith. Duke was recently roughed up in a brawl with a number of soldiers of Hell who tried to strong-arm him and Inanna at Babylon.

    Hobus: An unknown being known to craft all manner of relics and artifacts. Hiding in the Marches. Supposedly the only one who can provide an item that will help Adele break the Geas upon her. Known to have suffered greatly during the Purity Crusade.


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    "And the people bowed and prayed, To the neon god they made
    And the sign flashed out its warning
    In the words that it was forming
    And the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
    And tenement halls
    And whispered in the sounds of silence"
    - Simon and Garfunkel, Sounds of Silence

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    "Good evening, ladies and gentleman. This is Jan Stevens with the KNX 1070 evening news. Our first story tonight is one of outrage and horror. As we reported a few days ago, the California Supreme Court has agreed to a hearing to discuss the appeal requests for convicted murderer Louis Dancourt. His lawyers have released a statement declaring their intent to have Louis' sentence overturned by claiming that the Los Angeles Police Department manufactured evidence. In response the district attorney has reconvened to review the evidence while a board of inquiry has begun to investigate the possibility of evidence tampering.
    Meanwhile, the family and friends of Mr. Dancourt's victims have joined together in protest outside of the courthouse.
    In other news......."


    September 25th, 2018
    7:45 pm


    The summer months had began to wane, bringing with it a lot of rain from the Pacific due to a low pressure system that had settled over Los Angeles for close to a week. Rain had been pelting the city and surrounding in the early hours of the morning, but the clouds had cleared recently, allowing the first warm rays of the setting sun to bathe the puddle-slicked streets with bands of gold and red.

    The Symphony had been oddly passive for a while, considering the high population of Celestials in Los Angeles. This strange reprieve had been in effect since the roaring cacophony that announced the Infernal ambush on a travelling Angel of Revelation, Thachael. The last two Angels to see him were Solomon - Angel of Faith, and Jerichael, a Servant of the Sword. Both managed to make it to the Tether of Stone, bloodied and bruised, with a tale of unprecedented Diabolical violence. The sort if violence not commonly seen in the cold war-esque stalemate in Los Angeles.

    No one had seen or heard from Thatch since that fateful day, and a brief visit to Heaven by Ysieriel on behalf of the Angel community yielded no answers that Ysieriel was willing to share - only giving a somber glare in askance.

    * * * * *
    Sarah

    Paperwork was the name of the game for Sarah for two days now. When she received a late-night phone call from Liam, he proceeded to ruin her beauty sleep by ranting for almost two hours about how they had a new, potentially high-profile case involving a talent agency, their client and none other than Blackwater Studios. As he tells it, young wishful actress - Bethany Caulfield - was pressured into signing a rather impressively sketchy contract by a Blackwater scout while she was out at a club, without consulting her agent first. The talent agency has filed a motion to either amend the contract to more amiable terms, or claim the contract was signed under duress.

    Since that call, Sarah has spent her time - at Liam's request - going through both the contract for Miss Caulfield, and a host of prior class action suits against Blackwater with a fine toothed comb.

    When she caught the blinding glare of the setting sun finally piercing the cloudy sky, so low in the horizon, Sarah realized that officially her working day had ended two hours ago.

    Before she could make a move, however, there was a light tapping on on her door. Standing with the typical slouch is a young woman, barely out of her teens in an overlarge University of California hoodie and a pair of black leggings and fuzzy ugg-boots. Long, unkempt strawberry blonde hair poked out from around the hood and she wore a crooked grin, the end of a lolipop jutting out from the corner of her mouth.

    "Hey, Sarah." Blastedly chipper, at all hours of the day, the Ofanim of Wind tilted her head. "You done for the day? I've been asked to fetch you for a lil' pow-wow. Something big has the soldiers showing off the starch in their britches a bit more than usual."


    * * * * *

    Jathiriel

    "Jason?" The sweet-voiced Mercurian of Flowers inquired, a smile practically audible in her words. "Would you please lock the front door? We're done for tonight. I don't think anyone else is coming in. Once you're done, you can go if you want....or....well, my offer still stands?"
    Mercy rambled nervously, as if afraid of pressuring or nagging the Balseraph too much.
    She had asked him several times - or more, suggested hopefully - that he join her for a beer at a local watering hole so Mercy could introduce him to some of her other friends. A bigger circle of trust. More watchful eyes to ensure he didn't fall off the wagon. More hugs if he needed support.

    Like a Ten Step Program.
    Which made a certain kind of sense, knowing Mercy. She was loathe to use the term Renegade, and with a strangely cute conviction, she had crossed her arms indignantly and claimed there were no renegade demons. Instead, they were all recovering. Like an addict. Maybe they were.

    "Come on, Jason. Pleeeeaaaaase?" Leave it to an Angel of Flowers to whine.


    * * * * *

    Sopholael

    The school had closed for the night, and most of the staff had left with the students. The Library at Brighton had settled into a strange serenity, with the light of the setting sun amplifying the stillness, the weight of knowledge and ancient learning, and the tables now uncluttered by the mess the students had left behind. Sopholael had long since completed his corporeal obligation to his duty as the librarian for Brighton House. But he had been troubled lately. The destinies of many students had become....muddled. Indistinct.

    It wasn't until he heard the sirens race by outside that the time truly dawned on him. As the local expert on Destiny, Adewale and Jerichael had called him earlier and asked him to come to the Howitzer tonight to have a conference. It was implied that the majority of the Angels in Los Angeles were going to be in attendance.

    And now, be was running a touch late.

    But then, the old rotary phone on his desk began to ring. The phone hadn't worked in as long as Sopholael had worked for Brighton House.

    * * * * * *

    Malchiel

    Copernicus' Carafe off of 34th street was as hoity-toity a coffee bar as Mel had ever seen. It had the requisite hipster presence; an abundance of beards, vaping, and skinny jeans filled his field of view.
    Including on the two youths sitting near his booth, notebooks open as they engaged in a furiously whispered discussion about whether or not the original version of Skinny Love was better than the cover done by Birdy.
    It wasn't such mundane things that brought Mel out today. No, instead, it was the small, folded piece of paper that he found laying on the nightstand of the hotel he'd taken a room in after a shower. There was no damage, or signs of forced entry. No, just the window cracked ever so slightly, allowing a gentle - but cool - breeze in to stir the gauzy curtains. The note itself, folded and folded until it was little larger than a credit card, had very little on it:

    Copernicus' Carafe.
    7:30. Don't be late!
    And bring the sunflower seeds!
    .
    ..
    ....
    .....
    Please.


    It was written in what appeared to be simple, black wax crayon. Almost juvenile, but the cursive was just a touch too eloquent. It carried the weight of years, but the rust of misuse. Of course, there weren't many Angels in Los Angeles that would ask for sunflower seeds. It had to be Morgannin. What the strange, unfriendly Ofanim wanted with Mel, was a mystery however.

    And that is how Mel found himself sitting at the coffee shop, watching from the corner of his eye as a sprightly young girl with rainbow-dyed hair and an overly bright yellow cardigan took to the small corner stage with her acoustic guitar. Based on the first few strums on the slightly out-of-tune guitar, she was going for a rather out of character rendition of the Rolling Stones Sympathy for the Devil.

    Just as she began, there was a tapping - almost frantic - on the glass of the window next to Mel's seat. Outside, was a rather large crow. Just, sitting on the window sill and cawing loudly while continuing to peck at the glass. A few stray passerby's even glanced curiously at the obviously flustered bird.

    * * * * *

    Haralambos

    The weight of the two-by-four felt good in his hands. Solid. Reliable. It certainly did the trick today! Haralambos hefted the two-by-four again, and saw the splattered blood on the - rather splintered - end. The fat imp had dragged its corpulent, bloated body towards the back door, but when you take a solid piece of pine to the jaw with enough force to splinter the wood on your face, your capacity for locomotion is distinctly impeded. Haagenti had sent another two of these little bags of rot into the city. They seemed to be hanging around a lot of all-you-can-eat restaurants, handing out advertisements, or just there to gorge on cheap, greasy Italian or Chinese.

    Haralambos had managed to catch the first one in an alley when it went to find a snack in the nearest dumpster, but he'd ended up needing to tail the second one back to the flop house it had been staying at. The house was also conspicuously empty of other people - which, given the neighborhood, struck Haralambos as a bit odd. He may not have been the sharpest blade in Michael's employ, but he had a pretty good track record with intuition when it came to Demons and their ilk.

    The imp was warbling, and whimpering and obviously trying to speak, though its shattered jaw and copious missing teeth prevented Haralambos from needing to listed to much more than its pathetic mewling.

    He heard a few sirens down the street around the same moment that the imp grasped the handle of the back door, and lurched through it before landing in a heap on the shallow deck beyond. That's when the smell hit him. He'd smelt enough burning meat to know that it wasn't chicken or beef on the barbeque in the back. Especially not when the chef is doing the butchering themselves, if the gore slicked apron over the patio table was any indication.

    He'd stepped in it now. Cannibal imps of Haagenti. Just another day in the office.

    The cops would be there in no time, and the fat imp in his borrowed body wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

    * * * * *

    Khalil Dhali

    The young man was nervous as he sat across the old wooden desk from Khalil, if the constant wringing of his hands, tapping of his foot and abnormal level of perspiration was any indication. He had found Khalil on a random web-search, and approached with a wad of cash - well over $400 in twenties and fifties.

    "I know my sister, sir. She...she was a good kid. She didn't start getting into trouble until she started hanging around Agatha and Victoria and their circle of friends. She used to be an honors student, for ****'s sake!" He seems a little surprised at his own outburst, before rubbing his eyes in frustration. "Now...now Mr. Wilcox doesn't even care she hasn't been to school all week. Out smoking the reefer." His impression of the middle-aged principal seems like it would be a good one.

    "I just...I just don't know what to do. Mom and Dad are out of town all the time and couldn't care less what we do so long as we don't embarrass them. But I swear, something's wrong with her! I got all the cash I could spare. Please! You need to find her and figure out what's wrong with her! Kaitlin doesn't know what she's doing and these new friends of here are just going to make her waste her potential!"

    This young man, Justin, set the wad of bills down on the desk in front of Khalil. When he had shown up looking for the man, with a tale of a wayward little sister throwing her life away, it seemed like a story as old as time. But the more Justin spoke of his sister and her rather....abruptly changing priorities in life, the Angel felt a little twig in the back of his mind that maybe...just maybe...there was something more significant going on here. Experimenting with drugs was one thing a high school student would do, for sure. Maybe vandalism and truancy. But carving and scarring their flesh as a new fashion trend? Khalil certainly didn't understand why the adults involved weren't taking this substantially more seriously.

    Justin sat there with pleading eyes, when the cell phone Khalil had been using to record the boys story began to ring with an unknown number.

    * * * * *

    Ramiel

    He found him in the music room, just like he had been every day for the last week. It was hours since class was let out, and while the teachers at Hollywood Arts were more than happy to accommodate a passionate student, Malcolm had been spending far more time in here, staring intently at a steadily dwindling stack of plain, white paper in front of him.

    He would stare at the paper, thick brows furrowed in deep thought, before humming a few notes to himself. Malcolm would then strum those notes out on the old, beat up acoustic guitar in his lap before furiously scribbling them down on the paper before him. This would go one for ten, fifteen minutes, and Malcolm would get a quarter - maybe halfway - through the page before groaning in growing frustration and crumple it up to be tossed to join the large pile of other crumpled paper in a nearby blue recycling container.

    Malcolm muttered to himself, and took a small sip of the water bottle next to him. Then, he placed red and raw fingertips back on the worn strings, and tried another sequence of notes.

    Even as Ramiel stood in the doorway as Samuel Sheperd, Malcolm didn't seem to notice - far to engrossed in his own work. That's when he heard it, a soft laugh coming from the other entrance to the music room - the one that led to the backstage area of the school auditorium. Malcolm glanced up at the sound, and the look of defeat on his face grew exponentially as he realized it was Agatha Klassen. She was the quintessential mean girl. Trendy clothes. Make up. Perfectly styled hair. Unfortunately, she also came with the nastiest attitude in the school. Her and her boyfriend Kirsch were the effectively the King and Queen of Hollywood Arts - and, yes, they were quite talented as well. Kirsch was a drummer, and could keep a wicked beat. Agatha was a dancer extraordinaire. It was often she was overheard bragging about how she had been performing ballet since she was five.

    "Whatcha doing, Price? How many tree's have you killed today? God! After this? Not even Mother Nature is gonna love you." She snidely claimed as she jerked a thumb towards the pile of crumpled papers.

    Ramiel could see Malcolm's shoulders slump just a bit further at her words, but he was doing his best to ignore her.
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    Sarah was strongly motivated by cases like this. Contracts had the power to foster cooperation and trust. The best of them were clear, comprehensive blueprints of a partnership. Contracts laid out each party's expectations of one another, so that there'd be no misunderstandings. Sadly, some people thought of contracts more like snares. They used hidden loopholes, small print and smooth talk to lure victims into a trap. A big part of Sarah's job involved cutting such victims loose. And even if it weren't her job, both her Choir and Word would push her to do it anyway. Lilim of Trade existed to help people like Bethany Caulfield.

    A knock on the door put an end to Sarah's plans to pull an all-nighter. Looking up from the giant stack of paperwork, a smile crept onto her face. Adele! Sarah got along well with Adele. She wished that the two of them got more chances to hang out. But good luck getting an Ofanite of Wind to stay put for long. Speaking of which, Sarah immediately stood up. She ignored her impulse to check her hair, or brush her clothes before departing. She instead picked up her jacket from the back of her chair, and made straight for the door. Each Choir had their own dos and don'ts for a smooth relationship. Rule number one of working with an Ofanite: Don't keep them waiting.

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    Having been absent the previous day, 'Sam' walks around the school with a notebook in hand, looking for Malcolm. Seemed like he missed a lot in class while he was absent, all thanks to Adewale and his stupid interview. Thankfully, it gave him an excuse to interact with Malcolm, so it wasn't a -total- waste at least. The notebook in his hands was Malcolm's, filled with notes from what he missed yesterday; Sam asked if he could borrow them, and now he planned on using it to get closer to his charge. They were on friendly terms, but not really close friends yet. And in his experience, becoming friends was the best way to keep an eye on someone.

    Opening the music room door, he finds Malcom exactly where he expected to see him; Practicing with his guitar again. They'd only met a week ago, but Sam discovered that Malcolm spent a lot of time here practicing. He kind of admired the kid's dedication. Smiling, he crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe, not wanting to interrupt yet. Then the other door opens, and Sam clicks his tongue in annoyance; Agatha was here to cause trouble. Even with just a week's experience under his belt, Sam knew she was a real irritating person to deal with. Noticing her insults getting to Malcolm, he decides to intervene.

    "Yo, Malcolm!" He calls out to him, walking over and taking a seat next to him. He pays no mind to Agatha, in fact he blatantly ignores her and pretends she's not there for now. People like her feed off of attention, the best insult was to just ignore them. If he was lucky, she'd just leave now that Malcolm wasn't a lone target. "Thanks for letting me copy your notes, you're a lifesaver." He sets the notebook down next to Malcolm's papers, then looks at the stack curiously. "Whatcha working on there, man? New song?" He asks with genuine interest. His head was turned away from Agatha, his attention focused on Malcolm. It wasn't hard to see that he was ignoring her on purpose.

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    I'm a little confused about the scenario.

    It sounds like I am at 1) a random house, 2) smellling human meat being cooked, and 3) police are on the way. Also, the imp is in a human body but really beat up. Is all that correct? I also gather imps cannot easily turn celestial and escape.
    If not, I'll revise this.

    EDIT: upon thinking about it, what is 'standard operating procedure' when dealing with Imps, Soldiers of Hell, undead, etc., at least for Michael & other militant angels? Is it considered best to kill them while you can, or sometimes to let them be taken in for questioning?
    Do imps really die when killed, or just go back to Hell?
    If you kill a celestial (or imp), do the vessel's bodies remain or sorta evaporate?
    If it'd be more normal, or considered better policy, for Harry to kill the imp, he does so assuming no bigger threats are nearby. Regardless, I guess he'll punch it in the face to try to KO it (again, assuming no bigger threats.)

    Regardless, attunes resonance in case someone speaks, to try detect lies.
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    edit: I guess I accidentally put 1d6 instead of 2d6. Here's another d6 for you[roll]1d6[/roll]
    (1d6)[3] CHECK

    edit2: gah. I know the rules about edits & dice rolls are funky. Could you roll the 2nd d6 for me. Or, if you're feeling generous, count my successful check roll as a d6 for a sum of 6 (success!) and you roll the check digit


    Annoyed at the sirens, Haralambos follows the imp in, ready to fight in case it had any friends inside. He'd let it survive to be taken prisoner by the cops. Let the smarter angels in the LAPD tease out some leads out of the mangled imp. He readies the wooden plank should he need it. No longsword, but it'll do.

    Wearing a trenchcoat and scarf, he raises the latter to cover his face, then looks around for anything else that might need a beating, or -- a deep hope in his heart -- someone on the menu he might save.

    He also eyes the building for any windows he could move through, if he needed to run. Questions weren't from cops wasn't great, even if a fellow militant was high up in the police. Worst-case, he'd turn pigeon and fly out. Best-case, he'd scamper out a window.
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    The office of Sentinel Investigations belonged in a different time. The furniture, architecture, and décor were straight out of an old private eye black and white film. Khalil had seen such movies, but never experienced that time period as most of his peers had. He was only 6 years old, after all.

    Khalil shuffled over to the radio and turned it down, the Dancourt case was yet another thing he filed in his mental "to do" list. If he could get around to it, that is. In truth, Khalil was hoping against hope to stumble onto anything to shed light on the Thachael case. Khalil sat down slowly, holding on to the arms of the tattered office chair, he rubbed his knee. His mustache spread across his face with his smile, "Alright young man, what brings you in today?"

    Minutes later...

    "Well, I can see why you're worried. You're a good brother, you know? I'm glad you came in. Tell you what," Khalil grabbed the wads of bills and began to organize and smooth them out. "I'll be more than happy to-

    The phone rings


    "Excuse me a moment, Justin." Khalil fumbled with the phone for a moment, allowing the record function to continue, he answered the call while stepping right outside the office.

    "Hello?"

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    Sarah

    Adele was already fidgeting by the time Sarah had made it to the door, and had just popped the lollipop out of her mouth when Sarah asked her question. In close proximity, Sarah could smell the aroma of strawberries on her breath.

    ”I dunno all the details, Sarah. But it wasn’t just Adam who wanted this meeting. Jeremiah and Gaspariel are heading this one up. In fact, Adam was positively foaming at the mouth when they decided to have a meet up without consulting him first.”

    Adele shrugged a bit, while rocking to and fro on the balls of her feet. ”It’s got to be something significant if the two most senior commanders in the city have need of ALL of us.” The implication that if even some rather solitary angels like Morgannin were coming, it must be at least somewhat significant. Not to mention the Seneschals coming from their Tethers. That alone was worth taking note.

    As they made their way through the offices of Ellington and Wolf, LLP, the few other stragglers nodded their farewells to Sarah, as they went about their usual end-of-day routine. A couple of them gave the young woman next to Sarah a second glance, not used to seeing leggings and ugg boots in such a professional environment. Adele didn’t seem to notice, as she is too busy skipping down the hall, sometimes in front, sometimes beside.

    Suddenly, as they approach the elevator, Adele stops abruptly between the doors and Sarah.

    ”So…..” Adele smiled a bit sheepishly, glancing at the Lilim out of the corner of her eye. ”Did um…did you drive to work today?”

    * * * * *

    Ramiel

    Malcolm seemed startled by Sam’s arrival, sitting up straighter, and turning wide eyes towards the newcomer. The moment his gaze landed on Sam, Malcolm seemed to deflate a bit, the tension running off him in waves. A small smile was offered to his newest acquaintance.

    ”It’s no biggie, man. Mrs. Tomko drones on so much it’s impossible to remember everything she says.” Malcolm idly put his notebook back into the worn canvas messenger bag at his feet, studiously avoiding eye contact with Agatha as she tried her best to loom over the table he was sitting at. She kept flickering her narrowed, spiteful eyes towards Sam with a scowl.

    She opened her mouth to unload a torrent of vitriol, when the door cracked open again and the star forward of the Hollywood Heralds soccer club – and conveniently, Agatha’s boyfriend – poked his head in with a lop-sided grin.

    ”Hey Sam. Hey Malcolm.” said Brody Kirsch. He always was a lot friendlier than his witch of a girlfriend. At the greeting, Agatha turned red as a beet and, huffing indignantly, turned and stomped off towards Kirsch – looking more and more like a charging bull with each angry step. She shoved the soccer player hard, pushing him out into the hall, and letting the door slam shut behind them. Her beautiful singing voice morphed into an angry, bitter keening as the tirade on not associating with losers was heard, slowly fading down the hall.

    Malcolm sighed a bit as what little hostility in the room seemed to dissipate entirely with Agatha’s departure, and he glanced up at Sam with a small shrug.

    ”I dunno, man. Maybe? I’ve got this tune stuck in my head. I’ve been dreaming about it every night. Like it just wants to get written, you know? But I can’t get it right.” Malcolm gestured to the pile of crumpled papers.

    ”And uh….y’know…thanks for that.” Malcolm nods his head to the closed door that Agatha had just vacated.

    * * * * *

    Haralambos

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    I apologize if it wasn’t particularly clear-cut. Some context, would have helped a bit, I think. Hehe

    Harry is doing one of the things he does best. Kill Demons. In this case, it was a target of opportunity. A couple lowly imps (like….6 or 7 Forces at most). You got the first one in the alley, but followed the second back to the flop house in case it led you to more targets.

    As it turns out, it would appear that the rest of the residents of the flop house were dinner for the imps, and maybe a full demon too. Haagenti would love this.

    The cops are on their way, not that you’d know why, and there is human flesh on the BBQ. The flop house is in a low-income neighborhood. Likely the kind of place addicts go to crash while they’re high, or just go to pass out for a bit.

    As far as the opening scene goes, I’m not going to worry about making you roll just yet. So count the Resonance as a success with a check of 4. Does that work for you?



    The inside of the flop-house is conspicuously bare. Most of the furniture that actually exists in this rancid place – a grease-stained futon, a couple bean bags and random sleeping bags in various states of disarray – is filthy. There aren’t even a lot of lightbulbs in the fixtures.

    It seems like the sort of place a brutal Demon would hang out. Not the self-respecting king like a Balseraph or an Impudite.

    The Imp has managed to make it out the back door entirely now, but sags down in defeat on the patio next to the BBQ. It whimpers again, a fat stubby finger poking at the ruins of his lips and jaw, slowly picking a three inch pine splinter from his gums.

    The sirens were much closer when Haralambos heard a sudden sound from the pocket of the groaning imps jeans. Though muffled, it was distinctly clear, and the call caused the Imp to widen beady eyes in a sudden panic.

    How come you're always such a fussy young man,
    Don't want no Cap'n Crunch, don't want no Raisin Bran
    Well don't you know that other kids are starvin' in Japan
    So eat it! Just eat it!


    The Imp begins to rummage weakly through his pocket, attempting to get the cell phone and silence it before it undoubtedly draws the Seraphs attention.

    * * * * *

    Khalil Dhali

    Justin sits, perhaps slouches is more accurate, in his old chair and let's his eyes wander around the room while Khalil steps away to take the call.

    Once he has some privacy, and accepts, there is a momentary pause while a rich baritone voice, thick with a Middle-Eastern accent speaks to someone on the other side of the phone.

    "Salam Khalil. It's Solomon. I'm not interrupting anything important, am I?"

    Solomon, Cherub of Faith. Loyal servant of Khalid, is an honorable Angel, as far as they go, and entirely devoted to not only the Word of Faith, but the ideals held by Khalid as well. A warrior of some skill, Solomon is known for fighting against Demons and Angels, in equal measure - for he participated in the Crusades alongside his Saracen brothers and fought against Legion many years before that.
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    The first words were barely out of Mercy’s mouth when the scrape of a stool and the jingle of keys answered her; one would be forgiven for thinking he had been indulging in the very human behavior of watching the clock until closing, were there any clocks in the flower shop to be watched. Instead, he’d spent the last hour or so since sundown staring at his vessel’s reflection in the storefront windows, alone with the silence and the snapdragons. ‘I think I almost prefer Limbo,’ he thought as he walked down haphazard rows of flowers whose (English) names he wouldn’t remember but for the sprightly tags hand-drawn in colored marker. ‘There isn’t anything there to break.’ Having made it without accidentally brushing against anything, he dutifully flipped the wooden sign from sunflower-framed “OPEN” to nightshade-ringed “CLOSED” and locked the door.

    He hesitated to close the aluminum shutter, his vessel’s mildly apprehensive expression looking back at him while the invitation hung in the air like it had the Friday before. He was no newly-fledged celestial with the naïveté to expect the same blithely-accepting welcome from anyone less than the Angel of Forgiveness, and that was rather the problem. He glanced over his shoulder towards the back room. ‘How can she and I be nearly the same age?’ He shook his head in resignation and finished rolling the shutter closed. ‘You can’t avoid meeting them forever,’ said the part of him that was either the bitter cynic or the starry-eyed optimist — he either hadn’t decided or couldn’t tell which. As he trudged into the back room a minute later, he dangled her keyring from an outstretched index finger and looked her in the eye, saying only, “Who, exactly, is going to be there tonight?



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    His paranoia satisfied, Khalil deactivated the record function. "And unto you, peace, Solomon. Good to hear from you. I am with a client, but can spare a minute for you. How have you been?" Khalid liked Solomon, respected him even. He imagined what it must have been like to fight in the crusades as he did, and against Legion before that. Sometimes Khalil was self-conscious of his inexperience, it made him eager to prove himself, which he tried to be wary of.

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    Sam doesn't even dignify Agatha's scowl with a glance in her direction, doing a very good (and quite irritating) job of pretending she doesn't exist. At the sound of the door opening and Brody saying hello though, Sam lifts his head up and smiles, giving him a casual hand wave and a quick "How's it going?" before Agatha drags him off. The door closes behind them, and he turns his attention back to Malcolm.

    "Song from a dream, huh? Sounds interesting, hm...You try keeping a journal next to your bed or something? Might remember it better right after you wake up, might be able to piece it together if you get the bits you remember down one night at a time." He suggests. The same song every night though? Maybe it was important, if it kept showing up in his dreamscape. Maybe he'd try looking into Malcolm's dreamscape later that night, do a jam session later and 'by chance' drop him some of the bits he couldn't remember.

    "Thanks? For what, saving you from Agatha? Nah, don't worry about it. Consider us even now for lending me your notebook." Sam jokes, giving him a friendly jab in the arm. "Don't let her get you down, she's just trying to get attention. Like one of those small dogs that won't stop yapping at everybody that walks by. Kind of feel bad for Brody though, dude's not that bad a guy from what I've been seeing. That girl's poison to him, I swear."


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    Since they've known each other for a week, I dunno if you want to say Ramiel's probably already attuned to Malcolm or not. Just in case though, I'll use this opportunity from jabbing him in the arm to try and do that unless you want to just say he's already attuned to him.

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    Sarah was glad to know that this meeting really was important. Being called away from Bethany's case for something trivial would have been annoying. Each goodbye from a co-worker received some attention from Sarah. She smiled at friends, and nodded to acquaintances. Little things like this that kept you connected to people. The reactions to Adele's outfit were amusing. Truth be told, Sarah envied the courier for her free fashion. Almost every weekday, Sarah came to work in variations of the same business suit. Her vast, varied wardrobe at home went mostly to waste. Such was the price of professional life.

    Suddenly, Adele's meandering stopped. Sarah almost ran straight into her. From such close quarters, she had a good view of the Ofanite's sheepish expression. The question that followed did a terrible job of concealing its ulterior motive. Adele's angle here was so obvious. Sarah replied playfully, with feigned ignorance.

    "Yes, I did; In my very nice, very fast car. Why do you ask?"

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    Madman Harry smiles. Demon hunting was his real job, after all. With an unnatural speed and grace for his bulky form, he hurtles across the room, skidding across furniture and fixtures -- such as the loathesome room bore -- to land squarely in front of the imp.

    His 2x4 smashes the imp's face in shortly afterwards.
    He listens at the ringing phone, then picks up the Imp's body and pulls it back inside. Still listening for police and ready to shift forms if they look ready to come inside, he opens the phone and listens for whoever might be calling.

    He'd been thinking he should get a reason to go to Mr. Lee's restaurant and send that guy to Hell. Maybe this would let him get a reason to ask the other fighting angels for an OK on that.

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    With a raised eyebrow, he reached out and lifted the receiver,’feeling the comfortable weight of the tried and true in his hand. He put the receiver to his ear and spoke,’already somewhat bothered that he had let himself become late. It mattered less that the phone had previously been inoperative. Destiny had a way.

    “Good evening; Brighton House Library. This is Victor. Can I help you?”

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    Sarah

    Adele didn’t lose the sheepish smile, but the mischievous twinkle in her eye grew. The Ofanim was positively thrumming and vibrating with nervous energy.

    ”Can I drive?! Pretty please?!” Adele was like a kid in a candy shop, but she wasn’t ignorant or dull-witted. Her sheepish smile morphed to have a knowing, sly edge. ”I’ll owe you one?” She knew Sarah would be hard pressed to say no to an offer like that, and Adele REALLY liked her car, so it would be more than worth it to owe the Lilim a favor. Maybe Sarah would even let her take it for a cruise up to Vegas for a weekend? Oh, the wishful thinking of an Ofanim.

    While waiting for Sarah’s response, Adele began to idly tap the down button on the elevator somewhat impatiently. She side-eyed the stairwell door, before taking a quick, cursory glance at Sarah’s professional attire with a small sigh.

    ”What’re you working on these days? Tell me you’re not working all the time still. A girl has to get out and live a little!”

    The last time Adele had said those words to Sarah, she had tried to convince her to go try drag racing in the salt flats.

    * * * * *


    Ramiel

    Malcolm stares glumly at the remaining stack of papers for a moment, and answers Sam’s inquiry about the notepad on the bedside with a distracted yeah, maybe. Sam got a chance then to really look at Malcolm as he stared, somewhat trance-like at the half-written musical notes across the page. The boy looked exhausted – dark circles under his eyes and a slightly sallow complexion that was beginning to replace the usual flush of his skin. His eyes almost looked haunted. There was definitely something going on.

    When Sam broke the reverie by dismissing his thanks for dealing with Agatha, Malcolm actually grinned meaningfully – and the comparison to a yappy dog was enough to earn a heartfelt laugh.

    ”Like a Chihuahua! Someone should copy and paste her head on one of those little purse-dog’s bodies. You know, the ones that the big socialites like to carry around like some freakish accessory?” Malcolm at least seemed a bit more lively at this.

    ”Brody is a good guy, yeah. I don’t think even Agatha could really change him too much, but I suppose stranger things have happened. Brody used to be the drummer for a local garage band last year, but he gave it up to spend more time with her. I wonder what he sees in her? She’s so….fake.”

    Malcolm pauses for a moment, glancing back at the stack of papers before him. ”Do, uh…do you play?”

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    Sure, that works just fine that he’s attuned. Malcolm is, after all, Ramiel’s reason for being here.


    * * * * *


    Khalil Dhali

    ”I have been as well as can be, Khalil. Jerichael and I were with Thachael before he went missing, and we were ambushed at the waterfront by some Demons and a handful of Soldiers. We fended them off just long enough for Thachael to run – he was investigating a prophecy he’d stumbled upon – but hadn’t been able to get us all the information, but we’ve come upon a rather helpful lead. I can’t go into it all right now, but would you mind coming to the Howitzer when you’re done with your client? We’re having a big get together with all the rest of the Angels in the city. There is something big coming.”

    Solomon was a kind Angel, and he never seemed to begrudge Khalil his age or supposed inexperience. In his eyes, any servant of Gabriel was deserving of his respect until they did something to lose it.

    Meanwhile, Justin had turned his gradually darkening expression to his cell phone, as it chimed six times in rapid sequence as a flood of text messages were received.

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    Jathiriel

    Mercy hummed thoughtfully, arching a feathery eyebrow at the speed of which Jason locked up the shop. She seemed to sense the hesitancy in Jason – she was strangely empathetic that way, and took the offered keys from him with a warm smile. Setting the keys aside, she shifted about and settled directly in front of him. Gently, she laid one hand over his heart. Mercy tried to capture his gaze with her own – infinitely deep, and warm, and – for perhaps no reason comprehensible to Jason – compassion.

    ”If what I heard was correct, Jason, it will be most, if not all, of them.” The smile never wavers. “Something important is happening in the city. It’s bringing lots of attention to Los Angeles – and not all of it good. They’ve requested all hands on deck.”

    With that, Mercy turns to step around the desk again and grabs a bead-ridden canvas satchel with sunflower embroidery on the flap from a cupboard.

    ”I know it’s a lot to ask, Jason. But consider the analogy humans have about ripping off a band-aid. Sometimes it’s better to just get it over and done with in one go. Besides, no one will raise a hand to you while you’re under my protection.” For a Mercurian of Flowers, Mercy says that with such distinct finality and intensity that Jason may actually believe it.

    * * * * *

    Haralambos

    The 2x4 ends the corporeal existence of the imp with no fanfare but a satisfyingly wet crunch. The cellphone is an old Nokia, battered and a bit greasy – there are even traces of hot sauce on the edge – from unwashed hands touching it. It even carries the slight scene of old onion rings. With a beep, the call connects and a pig-like voice warbles through the receiver.

    ”You fool! You nincompoop! You ignoramus!” The voice blusters. “You were told to be at the shop with the food hours ago! The Great Hungerer will not answer my summons unless I have enough food for his gloriously insatiable appetite – and I do not wish for him to take a bite of me again! We must be done by tomorrow evening if we want to take the glory of the find before that wretchedly pretty witch! Time is of the essence!” There is a dark chuckle that sounds…..fat.

    The sirens finally stop their approach, and from the sound of it, they are not directly outside – but a few houses down the street.

    * * * * *


    Sopholael

    The voice that crackles through the old rotary phone is wizened, and friendly – and it bears the weight of ages and, perhaps, a hint of grandfatherly pride.

    ”Hello?” The voice crackles through the line. It’s old, and wizened with the burden of years, and maybe holds just the tiniest hint of confusion. ”Is this thing on? Hello?” A second voice sounds close by the first. Soothing and much more youthful. There is a clattering for a moment, and the second voice comes over the line more clearly now – having wrested it from the initial called.

    ”Victor, yes? Please excuse Grandfather. He has far too much on his mind these days. My friends call me Tyne. Grandfather was doing some digging in his books for his friend Thatch, but we haven’t been able to reach him. This number was left in the last message we got from Thatch, so we thought we’d try here.”
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    'I'll owe you one'. Those were the magic words. Sarah's Resonance couldn't actually sense the Need that Adele talked about. But real friends didn't require such tricks. Adele had promised a favour. That was good enough for Sarah. Reaching into her jacket pocket, she handed Adele a set of jangling keys.

    "All right, all right! I can never resist your pretty pleases. Just try not to get me any tickets!"

    Then Adele struck a sore spot. As Sarah felt the gaze run down her boring suit, she winced. Her life of late hadn't exactly been full of thrills. Much as she enjoyed making a positive difference to people's lives, the office routine did sometimes chafe. When she next spoke, Sarah made an (obviously fake) show of lecturing her lackadaisical friend.

    "I'll have you know that my work is very important! I'm a valued, responsible professional. Unlike some people, I can't just go zooming off whenever I feel like it."

    There was a hint of envy in those words. Ofanim and Lilim (whether Bright or Dark) shared a deep love of freedom. Sarah dearly wished she could accept one of Adele's crazy offers. The two of them could speed off to Vegas, dance the night away, and bring good vibes to a ton of random humans. But that was just a dream. Each of the would-be duo had their own place in the Symphony. Adele had to keep moving; And Sarah had to stay put. Their paths crossed all too briefly. Sarah always tried to make the most of their limited time together.

    "That said, even responsible professionals need to unwind sometimes. If you were to ambush me at the right moment, I might be 'forced' to let you drag me somewhere fun..."

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    Khalil had been hoping for a lead, this was good news. Something in his gut told him bad things were coming, "I understand, I'll be down as soon as I can. Please forgive me if I'm a bit late, I have a feeling things may get... complicated on my end. Salam, Solomon."

    With the call completed, Khalil walked back into his office. "I'm terribly sorry, Justin. As I was saying," Khalil took the now-organized bills Justin had brought with him and placed them back in front of the boy, minus $150. "That's all I need for now, call it a first-timer discount. I'm gonna need all the information you can give me on your sister... Is everything alright, Justin?" Khalil wondered what the rapid texts were, and if they were related to this new case.

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    Mel vaguely remembered the song; there was some controversy over it around the time he had returned to earth in the early 70s, though he couldn't recall what that controversy was. He did think it was a rather accurate summation of Satan's blatant execution of his side of the War, and well done for the harsh rings and whines of the electric era of instrumentation.

    A quirky half-smile flashed briefly across his face as he stood and pocketed the canvas bag filled with sunflower seeds. Leaving the cafe, Mel turned and walked past the crow, calling for it to follow with a flick of the wrist. He found a bench along the sidewalk and took a seat and opened the seed bag, pulling a few out to pay off his feathered...contact?

    "To what do I owe the pleasure, Friend of Beasts?" he asked.

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    Haralambos starts walking out of the flophouse, leaving the phone on to see if Lee (?) says anything else. He leaves the doors open. Someone will come by eventually and call the cops.

    When it seems like no useful information will be said, or when he gets to his moped (never did pass that driving exam), he hangs up and starts to drive towards Lee's shop. He gets his phone out of the locked storage case in the moped and calls up Jerichael. (If he can't reach him, he tries van Graff.)

    "Hey, this is Harry. I just fought a couple minions of the hungry demon, and I think Lee called one of them talking about calling his superior. Wanting to do it for some reason before tomorrow night, maybe to try to find someone. It wasn't real clear. But he said a pretty witch was also trying to do it. He wanted to do it first.
    I got one of their cell phones. Would you like it, or should I toss it?
    Would it be okay if I went to that demon's store and sent it to Hell? Um, also, anything you can tell me about his Songs?"


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    Also, do I know if this sounds like Lee? I'm assuming his vessel is a somewhat cliche Chinese buffet owner, so does it sound Asian? (Trying not to sound racist asking that, but I hope you know what I mean.)

    I figured, since my Driving skill is 0 or negative, getting a driver's license would be out of the question. If I have to roll to drive a moped through easy traffic, though, he has a bike instead.

    EDIT: I reckon plot will draw me to the meeting instead of attacking Lee, but just case I'll note that Harry plans to swing by home to grab his sword (kept in a guitar case while on the road, or cello case if guitar is too small). Also would stop a couple miles (or whatever is safe for most song echoing, to not tip off Lee that he's coming) to cast Numinous Corpus: Tail with a five minute casting for +3 TN (so TN 9).
    Can Harry keep a longsword at the Howlitzer, so it's there in case he's called there on short notice & sent out?
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    Sopholael

    The voice that crackles through the old rotary phone is wizened, and friendly – and it bears the weight of ages and, perhaps, a hint of grandfatherly pride.

    ”Hello?” The voice crackles through the line. It’s old, and wizened with the burden of years, and maybe holds just the tiniest hint of confusion. ”Is this thing on? Hello?” A second voice sounds close by the first. Soothing and much more youthful. There is a clattering for a moment, and the second voice comes over the line more clearly now – having wrested it from the initial called.

    ”Victor, yes? Please excuse Grandfather. He has far too much on his mind these days. My friends call me Tyne. Grandfather was doing some digging in his books for his friend Thatch, but we haven’t been able to reach him. This number was left in the last message we got from Thatch, so we thought we’d try here.”
    Sopholael frowned. He was concerned greatly about Thatch as well.

    “I understand. Thank you for helping your grandfather reach out to me, Tyne. If you were friends of Thatch, you are friends of mine. What information was your grandfather looking for on his behalf, if you don’t mind me asking?”

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    Sarah

    The Ofanim snatched the offered keys with a gleeful grin, and as the elevator slowly descended to the parking garage, the happy dance she was doing was infectious.

    Adele – like many Ofanim – don’t have the same empathy for others that some Choirs so, and so – while she didn’t really mean any offense to Sarah – she also didn’t really clue in to the sour feelings the comment may have created.
    Instead, she simply pinched her eyes closed and stuck out her tongue at Sarah and blew a raspberry.

    The floors ticked past slowly, and as they approached the parking garage in the basement, Adele seemed to perk up for a moment as if Sarah’s talk of running off together reminded her of something, and shoved a hand into her hoodie pocket, before thrusting a pair of slips of paper out in front of her – an offering to Sarah – with a wide, almost manic smile.

    ”You’re right! A kidnapping sounds like an AMAZING idea. Maybe when you’re done working on your case you can take a short vacation?”

    The tickets – and they were indeed tickets – were for a couple months from now. They depicted the registration information for two reserved VIP passes to see a triple-header weekend of Tiesto, Britney Spears and Beyonce concerts, plus access to the after-parties.

    ”Umm…I know it’s not drag racing, or snorkeling in the Caribbean, but I know you like to dance and I thought…maybe….y’know…..you’d like to come with me?”

    They arrived in the parking garage, and with a tap of the car-starter on the keys, the lights flashed, illuminating the car in its reserved parking stall, while sort of sheepishly awaiting Sarah’s answer.

    * * * * *

    Khalil Dhali

    ”Just make it when you can, Khalil. If you miss anything, we can fill you in when you arrive. I share your concern – I believe things may get complicated for ALL of us.” A moment later, the line went dead and left Khalil with that rather disturbing feeling in his gut.

    Inside, Justin looked up with a start at Khalil’s return. When Khalil placed the money back on the table, Justin picked up the neat pile and blinked for a moment in surprise, wide-eyed.

    ”T…thank you! I really appreciate it!” But then his expression darkened a bit, and he sighed in resignation. ”No, not really. That was my friend Gregory. He said he saw Kaitlin going to a club she shouldn’t be going to. Oblivion? It’s a rave club. Big on drugs and ****. For Christ’s sake, it’s in Compton! The gangs that hang around down there would eat her for breakfast. She’s not even of age yet!”

    He groans, and slumps forward in his chair, burying his face in his hands in frustration. From beneath them, he speaks again – voice muffled a bit. ”I’ll email you her class schedule, and all the usual people she hangs around with now. I’ll grab you their phone numbers too, if I can track them down.”

    * * * * *

    Malchiel

    The Crow does indeed follow Mel to the park, and seems to happily hop around, snapping up a few of the seeds before gazing up at the Elohim with black, glossy eyes.

    The crow let out a shrieking caw, to the ears of any passerby’s, but to Mel the words come through distinctly clearer.

    ”Son of Eli, you are needed. You must go to the Howitzer. Meet the others. There is a storm growing in the sky. The beasts are restless. The Demons are crawling from their dens and hunting.” When it came to Morgannin, visits were – often – not for pleasure. She gained her fulfillment soaring through the sky, tending to the feathered things of the city and surrounding areas…and collecting shiny things, of course.

    Morgannin fluttered her wings, seemingly perturbed, and snatched a few more sunflower seeds in her beak.

    ”The Angel of Litheroy is gone. The Shadow of Death and the Bloody Hand of Baal made sure of this! I heard his essence ripped apart. But he was crafty, yes. He left us secrets that must be revealed.”


    Haralambos

    Jerichael answers on the first ring, his voice lacking the strange combination of gruffness and friendliness that he usually has.

    ”Harry. Good job on putting them down.” He didn’t ask if Harry had offed the imps. He knew better. If Haralambos caught a servant of Hell, Jerichael would bet essence that it was Harry who walked away.

    ”I’m glad you called, regardless of the minions of Haagenti. You may have to hold off on putting that fat demon filth out of his greasy misery for a little bit. We need you at the Howitzer. Solomon and I are calling a meeting. Everyone is coming….” Jerichael let the implication there hang for a moment.

    ”We can deal with Lee when we’re done, if you’d like. I am concerned why he’d be trying to summon Haagenti now, though. Do you think it can wait a couple hours?” The summoning of a Demon Prince would rock the Symphony to the point that the Angels would all feel it, but each summoning required specific – ingredients – if you will, and it certainly sounded like Lee wanted large quantities of fast food to be delivered by the Imp. Which certainly won’t be happening now.

    Outside, Harry see’s the police car with the lights still flashing – though the sirens have since been silenced. One police officer sits in the driver seat, while the other is talking to a middle-aged woman in jeans and a casual blouse. Her image twigs Harry’s memory, and thought it takes him a moment, it eventually comes to him. Her name was Elizabeth Dancourt – older sister of convicted mass murderer Louis Dancourt.

    * * * * *

    Sopholael

    ”It’s our pleasure of be of assistance. My grandfather has known Thatch for a very long time. Thatch had become…concerned…..recently. You see, a number of mortals in the Marches had begun dreaming of the same dream – a recurring scene, that was revealed to be part of a prophecy. Thatch had asked my grandfather to look in the Library to see whether he could find a copy of the prophecy”.

    Tyne sighs a bit over the line, before continuing. ”What we’ve found isn’t very good. A long time ago a Servant of Eli crafted an artifact – a brass compass with the blood of five faithful Soldiers of Heaven. It was supposed to track down their bloodlines through the years. Always would it be there to find them. The compass was made at the request of Yves himself, though the reasons were rather vague at the time. Thatch found the compass, and the descendant of one of the Soldier’s bloodline. We haven’t found all the details yet, but my Grandfather is distinctly concerned that the Prophecy involved these five bloodlines and the Word-bound Angel of Tears. I don’t believe I need to tell you why a Word-bound being involved in any Prophecy is a bad thing.”
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    Sopholael

    ”It’s our pleasure of be of assistance. My grandfather has known Thatch for a very long time. Thatch had become…concerned…..recently. You see, a number of mortals in the Marches had begun dreaming of the same dream – a recurring scene, that was revealed to be part of a prophecy. Thatch had asked my grandfather to look in the Library to see whether he could find a copy of the prophecy”.

    Tyne sighs a bit over the line, before continuing. ”What we’ve found isn’t very good. A long time ago a Servant of Eli crafted an artifact – a brass compass with the blood of five faithful Soldiers of Heaven. It was supposed to track down their bloodlines through the years. Always would it be there to find them. The compass was made at the request of Yves himself, though the reasons were rather vague at the time. Thatch found the compass, and the descendant of one of the Soldier’s bloodline. We haven’t found all the details yet, but my Grandfather is distinctly concerned that the Prophecy involved these five bloodlines and the Word-bound Angel of Tears. I don’t believe I need to tell you why a Word-bound being involved in any Prophecy is a bad thing.”
    He hastily pulled a moleskine notebook from his desk drawer as Tyne spoke. He copied down all of the words as diligently as possible, nodding as he did so.

    “Were you and your grandfather able to find the names of any other people of interest connected to the compass? Or the prophecy? Did Thatch provide you with any information on procedures if he were to drop out of contact? A failsafe, perhaps?”

    He looked at the clock on the wall. He would be late, but this was critical information.

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    "Lee said he had until tomorrow night. I imagine it can wait, since his imps aren't around anymore. I'd still like to head there tonight, if I can. Better when no customers or staff are nearby, anyway.

    I'll head to the Howlitzer. You still got my spare sword there, right, in case I gotta go somewhere quick after?
    "

    As the experienced angel speaks, Harry's mind clicks on the woman he sees. He adds, "The sister of that murderer is talking to some cops here. Dancourt? My gut's telling me I should listen in. I might be a bird when I show up."

    Harry skirts into an alley, then, after checking nobody is looking, shifts to his pigeon form. Spending essence might be unwise with work tonight, but a bird draws less attention from cops than an eavesdropping, muscular man. Harry's not concerned about any nearby demons feeling his essence use; the imps would let them know sooner or later something happened.

    A few seconds later, a gray pigeon lands near the woman and officer, listening on. And listening for lies.

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    Khalil's heart sank when Justin mentioned the rave-club, Oblivion. That poor girl had potentially gotten mixed up with the ruinous powers, and now he'd have to plunge into the seedy den after her. Khalil straightened up and took a serious tone, "Watch your language, young man. And leave the Lord's name out of your mouth if you're going to blaspheme." He relaxed slightly, placing a hand on the young man's shoulder, "I'll bring Kaitlin home."

    After receiving all the information he can about Kaitlin and sending Justin on his way, Khalil sent a text to Solomon. [Heading to Oblivion. Child involved, cannot wait. Forgive me, pray for her.]

    By the flame, I'm gonna get in trouble, aren't I?

    Khalil started towards Oblivion as quickly as he could.

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    The happy dance! Sarah had missed the happy dance; Along with dancing in general. She had to restrain her own feet from joining in. Adele was like an energising gust of fresh air. Sarah just had to avoid being swept away by it. Luckily, her ironclad sense of duty was immune to any temptawait. Were those VIP tickets?! With way too much eagerness, Sarah grasped the offered slips of paper. These things were dangerous. She could already feel her resistance crumbling.

    "Augh! This is only a step below handcuffing me to your wrist! You're really pulling out all the stops, aren't you?"

    Sarah was still staring at the tickets when she left the elevator. Adele's endearing earnestness added even more pressure. The Ofanite really, really seemed to want this. Sarah was flattered. If it had been up to her, she'd have already said yes. But it wasn't up to her. She was an employee, with specific responsibilities. She couldn't even make a careless promise: Because Angels of Trade gained dissonance for breaking their word. Wait, maybe she could use that to placate Marc! "Sorry boss, I accidentally promised to go on a trip with Adele. If you stop me from going, I'll become dissonant!". That might work...

    ...No no no! Bad Sarah! You're an Angel now. Follow the spirit of the law, rather than just the letter. She needed to be straight with Marc; And with Adele. She needed to gaze into those wide, hopeful eyes, and lay out the real odds.

    "You already know what I want to say. We'd be so great together. But my boss isn't like yours. He sends me to specific places. If he wants me fighting legal battles in L.A, then that's where I have to be.

    Look, I'll try to find an opening. Maybe my schedule will be clear in two months. Maybe there's some useful job near the concerts that I can volunteer for. Just...don't get your hopes up.
    "

    Sarah lived to satisfy good people's Needs. Having to probably disappoint one felt terrible. That's why, instead of moping, she immediately walked over to her car. She wasn't going to let her friend descend into melancholy. One way or another, the two of them were going to enjoy themselves.

    "But please, don't allow a possible future to ruin the present. Whether or not we'll be together in two months, we are together right now. Let's make the most of the time we have. There's a fast, beautiful car here with your name on it. Come and take it for a spin."

    And as they drove, Sarah would find new ways to make Adele happy. There had to be some Needs she could satisfy. No Geases would be gained; No favours exchanged. The smile on her friend's face would be reward enough.

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    Jason’s eyebrow arched slightly at Mercy’s not-at-all reassuring answer of “all of them”, which, for a celestial of his emotional ineptitude self-control, was tantamount to his jaw dropping through the floor. Perhaps equally telling, he did not immediately recoil from her touch, simply because her words were the greater shock. He was only dimly able to process the rest of the conversation, since the best response his mind could muster for a solid minute was a disbelievingly dumbstruck ‘All of them?!’ It was hard to consider the possibility that she was lying to him: she had shown herself to be atrociously bad at deception both in principle and in practice, unless she were lying to him about that too. Failing that, she honestly expected him to be in the same room as at least one Servitor of Stone, one of the Sword, and no fewer than three Servitors of Judgement — one of whom was trying entirely too hard to live up to his predecessor’s reputation and Superior’s trust, and failing to understand why being a hardass of Asmodeus’ caliber wasn’t the way to do it.

    Recovering as smoothly as he could from his shock, he said, “I appreciate your effort, but I don’t think you understand the cause of my concern. This vessel” – he indicated with a sweep of its arm from chest height down – “suffering injury or death is the least of my concerns, Mercy. At least I know how to deal with that!” He crossed his arms and continued, “But you can’t honestly expect to have two Malakim and a Balseraph in the same place without issue, even if said Virtues never draw a weapon.” With a slight note of desperate helplessness in his voice, he added, “And do they know I took part in the Rebellion? If that comes to light, there’s no possible way they’ll just politely ignore the fact for civility’s sake.” And that had been one of his greatest impediments to seeking Redemption in the first place. The newly-appointed Dominic might never have erected some grand monument in Heaven with the names of all the first traitors as an eternal reminder, but neither could he expect that his name and his actions were unknown. ‘I know that’s why the Seraphim Council has yet to reach a verdict on my request for asylum. No one in their right mind would ever trust one of the first of the Fallen.’ It was one thing to know he had to take responsibility for, and own the consequences of, the choices he made long ago; it was quite another to confront and accept the long-suppressed tangle of emotions that were erupting to the surface in the here and now.

    With a grimace, he hung his vessel’s head and looked away from Mercy’s gaze. “The moment I interact with any of them in more than a cursory way, the Council will have cause to call upon them as witnesses to my character, and yet it would be an entirely reasonable and proper reaction for them to disbelieve everything I say and do on principle, even when I’m being completely honest and forthright.



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    Sopholael

    ”Unfortunately, we were only able to find the names of the bloodlines. We don’t know who the current descendants are. They’re Price, DeWitt, Malanowska, Pierse, and Brar. Thatch did figure out that the current descendant of the Price line is Malcolm. He’s a student at Hollywood Arts High School. When Thatch let us know he tracked one down, we passed the word along to the higher ups and from what I gather Michael has sent a Cherub to watch over the boy for now.”

    The sound of shuffling paper – most likely pages turning – sounds softly through the phone for a moment before Tyne continues. ”It says here the Cherub is…..Ramiel. He’s supposedly taken on a role as a student at the school to get close to Malcolm.”

    The much older, wizened voice begins muttering from somewhere on the other side of the phone line, and Tyne sighs a bit wistfully.

    ”Yes, Grandfather. I’ll let him know.” His attention now returned to Sopholael, Tyne continues. ”Thatch was starting to get worried about the fact that somehow this Malcolm was of interest to some Demons as well. He had begun to compile a video diary of some sort to chronicle his investigation. Grandfather said the video was to be released if something happened to him. It would go to his Superior, and the warrior-angels of Los Angeles. Whomever their commanders are. I’m not familiar with who’se on duty there, unfortunately.”

    * * * * *


    Haralambos

    Jerichael grunted in the affirmative, as Harry spoke of his plans. The sound of other voices in the background suddenly rose in volume as it appeared that Jerichael had moved into the common room of the bar.

    ”Right. We’ll see you soon. I’ll keep the armory in the basement unlocked for you when you get here. Help yourself.” Jerichael said. There is a pause at the revelation of Dancourt’s sister, then he chuckles roughly. ”You’ll be in luck. I already set out some bird seed for Morgannin. Peace, brother.” The call ends a half-heartbeat after that.

    Once Harry has become a mighty, divine pigeon, he perches upon the top of a nearby fence.

    The officer who has approached Elizabeth is speaking in hushed tones, though it’s not too hard for Harry to pick up what they’re saying.

    ”Come on, Beth. You need to accept the offer. You’re a sitting duck out here. If one of these protestors starts getting agitated, we don’t want them tracking you down!”

    Elizabeth Dancourt simply shakes her head, a stubborn frown on her face.

    ”I won’t be bullied, Ryan. My brother is a sick man. I sympathize with those people, I really do. But I’m not my brother. I’m not going to let my life be ruled by fear. Me, or my daughter.”

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    Khalil Dhali

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    I’d assume that even a marginally successful Private Eye would have at least a beater (Jessica Jones, aside). I sort of envision Khalil being the kind of Angel who would drive a little red Toyota Tercel or a Volkswagon Beetle for some reason.


    Justin looks properly chastened by Khalil’s admonishments, and nods his head a bit glumly. He nods to the promise of delivering his wayard sister, relief sagging his shoulders, and he heads out for the evening. The email he sent to Khalil contained not only the promised information, but also a photograph of a pretty young girl in bad gothic make-up, smoking a cigarette while leaning against what appears to be her school behind the gymnasium. Along her arm that holds the smoke, her sleeve has fallen slightly, revealing angry red scars – fresh by the look of it – consisting mostly of profane symbols and strange characters.

    The text goes through to Solomon, and a response is swift in returning.

    <<Be safe. There has been a lot of Diabolic activity there recently. Be here when you can. We will ensure you are up to date.>>

    Rush hour is over, so the trip to Oblivion is relatively uneventful. At one point, an exquisitely fancy imported car roars down a side street – the convertible hood down and a pair of women in the front seat, hair streaming behind them. Aside from the roar of a distinctly impressive engine, the sound of a young woman squealing with joy accompanied the screeching of high-quality import tires on asphalt.

    * * * * *


    Sarah

    Adele seemed inordinately proud of her strong-arm tactics against the Lilim, puffing up her chest with hands resting on her hips and she struck a pose like a Super Hero. She only held the pose for a few heartbeats before she descended into maddened giggles.

    When Sarah stopped her, and she was turned in to make eye contact, Adele’s wide eyed gaze took in the gentle sincerity within. Adele sighed wistfully, and nodded thoughtfully, acceptingly. She still wore a smile, though perhaps it was a bit dulled. ”I know, Sarah. I know. You do great work here.” Adele smiles, and nudges her with a shoulder. ”The ticket will still be good if you find a way to make it work.”

    When Sarah dragged her to the car, the Ofanim brightened a little bit and rushed forward to run her hands across the hood, almost sensuously.

    ”Oh. My. God!!” Adele practically moaned with delight, before prancing around the entirety of the gorgeous vehicle. Having made a single full circuit around the car, she promptly lunged at Sarah and squealed in glee as the Ofanim went to wrap Sarah in a fierce hug. ”You are so AWESOME!”

    Once into the car, Adele fumbled for the controls to retract the convertible’s roof. The keys were in. The engine roared to life. Adele turned her intense blue eyes and manic grin to Sarah. ”Buckle up, baby!”
    The engine roared again – the sound reverberating off the concrete of the underground parking garage like some Beast loosed from the depths of Hell, and Adele depressed the accelerator with glee.

    The drive to the Howitzer is thrilling in a white-knuckle sort of way. While most people would see Adele's driving as reckless and incredibly dangerous, she just feels the ride, as she drifts around corners, takes shortcuts that most people would never think to use - like across Mr. Lee's All-You-Can-Eat buffet's terraced lawn. She even slows down when she see's an approaching police car. She just stares at the cop inside wide-eyed, like a kid whose hand is caught in the cookie jar. The officer stares at her quizzically for a moment before shaking his head oddly, and driving away.

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    Jathiriel

    Mercy listened patiently, kindly, as Jason expressed his concern – vigorously. She wore the same smile that was like a ray of sunshine against your face on a summer day. At several points throughout his speech, Mercy opened her mouth for a retort, or to interject, but simply remained silent as he barreled on.

    When he had run his course, Mercy lolled her head to the side curiously, the smile becoming slightly wry.

    ”Are you done finding reasons why you shouldn’t go? Maybe you’re ready for some reasons why you should?” She furrows her brow into a tight frown, and steps back from him, arms crossing over her chest.

    ”I know you’ve spent a long, long time being Selfish, Jason, but I hate to break it to you, friend – you aren’t the first Demon to seek Redemption.” Mercy’s voice holds an edge to it. Still warm and friendly, but brooking no nonsense and with a bit of a growing temper, Jason is struck by the notion that this Angel of Flowers may have a few thorns as well. ”I’m more concerned about this…” she gestures rather erratically at his body ”…vessel being destroyed. Limbo is not a nice place, and it will set you back on your recovery!”

    Mercy huffs indignantly. ”I realize that Balseraph and Malakim go together like oil and water, but you do realize the Malakim take Oaths to ensure that Evil does not live? You also know that my Lady Novalis takes the Malakim into her service? By helping a Demon find Redemption, they fulfil their Oath. They remove a pawn from Lucifer’s armies, and gain an ally with the strength of will, and conviction to actually walk that path. We already count one recovered Lilim amongst our number and I know for a fact she is well-liked by many of our contemporaries.”

    Mercy sighs, releasing a heavy breath and lowers her arms from the prickly stance she had adopted. ”It doesn’t matter if you were one of the original Fallen, Jason. It doesn’t matter what ills you conceived of, or what horrors you committed. It matters what you choose to do with yourself NOW. You will always bear the guilt of your actions, but if you walk this path – difficult though it may be – you will have an eternity in His Symphony to make up for it. Besides. The Council won’t accept your call for sanctuary unless you have character witnesses.”
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    Noticing the rings under his eyes, Ramiel makes a mental note that he will definitely check Malcolms dream that night. From the look of it, that song might not be so good after all...He'd have to go and look at his dreamscape to be sure, though if things were really bad he might have to ask a favor from one of Blandine's subordinates to help deal with the problem, if there was one.

    "Garage band huh? Man, that's a shame he left then, I hear the guy's really good at playing drums." Sam remarks, raising an eyebrow at Malcolm's next question. "Me? Yeah, I can play a piano or a keyboard, not bad at singing either. Why?"


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    It took every iota of inner strength he had not to roll his vessel’s eyes once the hollow platitudes began, and it was only out of respect for Mercy that he even bothered to hold back at all. Granted, the condescension strained the limits of that respect – as if he hadn’t been there when the first Malakim were fledged, or come face-to-face with no small number of Yves’ or Dominic’s in his long existence. He had never found it amusing, exactly, but it was still somehow funny that the youngest Choir suffered the same quintessential problem as the oldest. Something as iron-clad and immutable as the Truth or an Oath ought not to have room for interpretation, and yet acting wisely on either was left as an exercise in judgement to the individual angel. All a Malakite had to do was disbelieve his sincerity or give him no chance to (dis)prove it – easily done, given that no one with even the slightest degree of good sense trusted a Balseraph – and then “suffer not an evil to live” could be upheld in mindlessly violent fashion, and what Archangel save Novalis wouldn’t forgive any dissonance that should happen to come of “I sent a Balseraph screaming back to Hell”? He should know: it had happened to him before. ‘Why can she not understand that?’ he thought, fighting the urge to rub the bridge of his vessel’s nose in frustration. ‘We’re just going round in circles.

    We never had this conversation, so now we’re just going to walk out to your car and forget it ever happened,” is what he meant to say. He knew he should have been trying to break the worst of his bad habits, but it came so naturally and of course he would never have been so idiotic as to let anyone see him with his guard down. That would have been fatally stupid. So of course, the words that came out of his vessel’s mouth, in a perfectly smooth tone and matter-of-fact cadence, were “Your choice of atrociously cliché and meaningless platitudes vindicates my fear that you don’t care enough to learn about me as an individual. I had been hoping to induce you into saying something like that, because I could willfully misinterpret you seeing me as nothing more than a number in some kind of abstract Redemption quota. Then I could run away from this deeply embarrassing and uncomfortable conversation with a clean conscience and no regard for the greater consequences. I secretly hope in spite of myself that the Seraphim Council denies my appeal and sentences me to soul-death instead, because the notion that there’s anyone left in Creation who genuinely cares about me and my well-being has me so terrified out of my scales that oblivion is preferable. I feel so completely unworthy of forgiveness after having abandoned Raphael that I would rather live in uncertain fear than bear the shame of undeserved love, because at least I know how to handle being rejected, belittled, hated, or ignored.

    The silence that followed was deafening. All pretense gone, his vessel’s eyes were as wide as they could possibly be and its jaw had openly dropped. ‘Sweet merciful God above, please tell me I did not just say any of that.’ But as his sense of awkwardness deepened, the inescapable realization sank in. ‘Oh God, I really did say that. Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God! Now is the worst possible time to be like a Seraph again! Damage control! NOW!

    We have been talking about happy memories for the last ten minutes and we are going to keep doing that until we get to the meeting!” was the only thing his frantic mind could produce on a moment’s notice. As before, something deep inside him stirred and compelled him to cast aside his feeble attempt at falsehood: “I also think you haven’t fairly considered that my concerns might be well-founded, and that’s honestly quite hurtful because I wasn’t trying to manipulate you into doing that. I tried to seek Redemption in the years after Raphael sacrificed herself to destroy Legion, because nothing before or since has shaken my faith in Lucifer’s cause or made me consider that I was wrong to rebel in the first place. Even now, I only make the second attempt because I owe it to her memory. Yet that first attempt in Rome ended disastrously through the combination of overzealous Malakim of Purity, my being a Balseraph, and my own past as one of the first of the Fallen.

    He stopped to take a slow breath and was aware of how warm his vessel felt and how hard its heart was pounding. Suddenly filled with the urge to be anywhere but where he was now, he turned and blindly fled at a full sprint back into the store. He fumbled with the handle of the storage closet for a moment until he finally wrenched it open and flung himself into the darkness, where he could curl up into a ball and hopefully die of embarrassment amidst the gardening tools before Mercy recovered from her laughing fit – how could she not be laughing at him now? – and dragged him away to the meeting.



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    CONDITION
    Health 96 / 96, Essence 10 / 10
    Body 12 / 12
    Mind 24 / 24
    Soul 60 / 60

    ACTIVE EFFECTS
    1. Truthfulness/6: Roll (Will – Truthfulness) whenever you attempt to lie or use the Balseraph resonance. Failure obligates you to tell the truth instead.
    Last edited by Failed Phantasm; 2018-03-27 at 01:18 PM.

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