You say "Okay. How does Sephar want to try and make a report? Email and request contact, or go up to Heaven, or what?"
Sephar sets an appointment in SchedulerAbove, of course!
Sephar says "Just to make sure there aren't any conflicts."
Sephar would then probably go to his Boss to report, so up to Heaven, from the lab at night, so he doesn't drive any humans insane.
Demiurge nods to Sephar. So you're zipping up at about what hour of the evening? And before or after The Party at Sistine's?
You say "Sephar, if you can go to a Tether, you can do it automatically."
Sephar says "Oh! Okay."
Sephar says "I'll do that, then."
You say "The National Air and Space Museum is a Tether to Jean. :)"
Sephar says "likely around 2am, after the party, the hour of geeks at work."
Demiurge nods. The computers are humming away.
Sephar rides a mouse into the Tether to stay clear of security and then just lets go, when he's in.
The email is returned within five minutes. | Time available in ten minutes. Please ascend and come to Hall of Electricity soonest. Zawenta. |
You say "(Zawenta is one of Jean's secretaries)"
Sephar ascends.
Sephar mostly just breathes deep and comes out of the mouse with his breath letting go... and zips up the Tether....
The Halls of Progress are as hummingly busy as ever, as you emerge from the transfer-point in front of your Heart, where it shines in a complex cage of actinic lightning and wire.
Sephar grins at the shine and then zooms for the Hall's entrance areas and to Zawenta's office.
One of the Cherub guards notes Sephar, and waves a paw to him as he zips past.
Sephar waves a half a dozen hands.
Zawenta is busy with a mass of papers: she is a Seraph, amethyst-scaled, and is licking at a corner of her lips, a nervous habit, as she handles a pile of paper. She looks up. "Sephar?"
Sephar says "Yes, Ma'am."
Sephar whirls about before her.
She leans to consult a computer screen. "You are on time. Please go right in." She gestures with her tail towards a door at the back of the room.
Sephar nods and zooms toward the door and goes right in if it's open, boss has always had an open-door policy.
Sephar will wait at the door if Boss looks like he's head-deep in something, though.
The door is, indeed, open, and Jean is sitting behind his desk. He is currently in his Elohite form, pale skin and deep colorless eyes, and is frowning at a holographic model of something complex and spherical.
Jean looks up from it, and gestures Sephar in.
Sephar moves in quickly.
Sephar doesn't quite crane at the monitor,but does watch it with a few eyes.
The door closes behind Sephar, with a neat click. Jean folds his hands. On the monitor is a swirling helix-design, an expanded form of the sphere.
Jean says, "Good morning, Sephar, Domination of Lightning. You have requested an audience?"
Sephar says "Yes, sir, to report my latest activities and I kinda wondered what more might have been found from the data I piped up earlier?"
Jean's face remains bland. "You have done a serviceable job of extracting what information you may. It has been determined that the encoded viruses were of Vapulan origin, and recent work."
Jean taps a switch on the keyboard, and the screen changes to a blowup of the Hellscript messages from Asmodeus and in reply from Focalor. "Graphological analysis has determined that these messages were input using a computer keyboard."
Sephar listens carefully.
Jean leans forward slightly. "Are you aware of the value of the information which you have abstracted in this case, Sephar?"
Sephar says "Not really, sir."
Sephar says "In fact, I would appreciate any input you might care to give me, as to how to proceed, either on that information, or on any items you might wish for me to investigate in the area."
Jean nods.
Jean says, casually, "We manage to abstract perhaps six pieces of personal documentation from Asmodeus in one mortal year."
Jean taps the keyboard again, and data begins to scroll past at machine speed. "Also, given the amount of data that you have removed, and the amount that was encoded, they cannot be certain how much you have taken."
Jean says, "I have considered assigning a Cherub to you, for your protection, but am uncertain of the efficacy of this measure, given your movement."
Sephar blinks quietly. "my."
Jean says, "Do not think that I am rebuking your skill or intelligence. I am not. You have performed efficiently."
Jean says, "I believe that you would wish to continue working with your colleagues in Washington DC?"
Sephar looks for a chair to uhm... perch in and then does so quietly. "No, sir, not at all. I just had no idea, it just seemed a fun and intricate data extraction job with the odd addition of the trap..."
Sephar says "I would indeed. They're an interesting collection."
Sephar says "And the Lilim and Ofanite were very good about rescuing me from the trap when I asked them."
Jean nods. He starts tapping at the computer again.
Jean says, absently, "I estimate an eighty-seven per cent chance that they will attempt to locate you within one day, and a seventy-one per cent chance that they will attempt to do so by locating your colleagues."
Sephar says "I'd also like to see what happens with the Remanent that we restored to Destiny last night, that data trail would be interesting to follow. Vanishing data restoration."
Sephar says "Ah."
Sephar says "I could stay within a single host for that period of time, it it would convenience a Cherub."
Jean considers. "I also estimate that within seven days, the probability that they will still be attempting to locate you will have fallen to twenty per cent."
Sephar hrms softly, "So I could just stay well out of their way for a while."
Sephar says "But that would leave the others vulnerable?"
Jean's face is unreadable. "This will, however, probably give them time to locate the others, and to transfer their local corporeal operations."
Sephar thinks a bit, whirling slowly, "So should I provide a target for a strike that can then be followed back to their operations?"
Jean watches the movements of the Kyriotate, eyes focused and clear. "I believe that you would be most efficient if you continue to operate with your friends, while not permitting yourself to be identified if possible."
Sephar's eyes focus back on his boss, and he nods, "Thank you, that is more efficient than I was thinking."
Sephar says "Is there anything specific that I should be targetting if there is an encounter?"
Jean considers, again. Electricicity crackles round his hand as he reaches to one side, adjusting the unfolding hologram.
Jean says, "I require information as to precisely what level of technology Vapula is supplying, and which Prince, and by what channels. Any useful countermeasures should also be documented and reported on."
Sephar says "Certainly, sir. I'll do what I can."
Sephar says "Do you have any suspicions or shall I go in unbiased?"
Jean adjusts the hologram again. "This mention of an Alliance is of interest. I expect full data. I also expect reports upon the condition of the Lilim, with reference to his behaviour patterns and manner."
Daimon . o O ( AUGH!!!!!! )
Sephar nods, "Yes, sir."
Sephar hesitates, "He met Dominic and walked away, Sir. Just so you know."
Jean says, blandly, "Once this audience finishes, you will pause outside and prepare a full report."
Sephar nods, "Certainly, sir."
Sephar. o O ( It's a good thing I have all these hands to type all the reports... goes so much faster... )
Jean says, "I was surprised not to receive an updated one before your request for audience, but I can appreciate that you were engaged in personally monitoring the condition of your colleagues."
Sephar says "Yes, sir. They had an unscheduled social gathering after the opera, so I didn't have time before the optimum meeting time... I'm sorry, sir."
Jean nods. "Understood. Will there be anything else?"
Sephar says "No, sir. I don't think so."
Jean nods again. "It is statistically likely that you will be engaged in combat within the next three days. Would you wish to request any additional resources?"
Pat . o O ( I call this...the Sodomizer. )
Daimon . o O ( *LAUGH* Gee, Pat, I didn't think you were like that. )
Sephar says "Oh. Uhm... Yes, please. If possible, some means of paging combat capable folks for help?"
arcangel . o O (I was thinking a Holy Missile Launcher, myself...)
Sephar says "Or just someone that I could send a message to for combat help? I am... uhm... not a combat specialist."
Jean nods, tapping at his keyboard, then raises his hand. Electricity flickers round it, glaring blue-white, and expands to flare around Sephar, seeming to shriek in a thousand voices.
You paged Sephar with 'You have just acquired the Mercurian of Jean attunement.'.
From afar, Sephar wooo.
You paged Sephar with 'This is the Ethereal Song of Tongues, at a level of your Ethereal forces, though you'll have to spend Essence to activate it.'.
Sephar breathes in deep and lets it out softly. "Thank you, sir."
Sephar pages: Perfect.
Jean nods, as equably as ever.
Jean says, "I will expect your report within thirty minutes. My commendations on the data acquisition."
Jean says, "Good day, Sephar."
Sephar bows just a touch and whirls out the door...
arcangel. o O (Tries to imagine a Kyrio bowing.)
Outside, the secretary nods, and points with her tail towards the workstation at one end of the room.
Sephar's whole cloud dips, bends.
Sephar says "Thanks."
Hitherby . o O ( Maybe Kyrios bow circularly? Rotating a hand and two eyes all the way around,
starting downwards? )
The Seraph's mouth curves. "He usually requests additional reports at that point."
Sephar settles before the workstation and types rapid-fire, but with just two fingers...
Sephar grins back at the Seraph with the mouths on that side, "You're perfectly right. It's so nice
having a boss that's structured."
The Seraph nods, and goes back to her appointment-sorting.
Sephar taptaptaps away... and lists as much as it was in on through the last three days.
The Seraph glances across, when Sephar finally stops for more than ten seconds.
Sephar sighs and the cloud stretches many arms and shoulders and they all crackle just a bit...
Sephar says "I think that's it... indexed, sectioned and tabulated..."
The Seraph nods. "Good. Will there be anything else?"
Sephar says "Uhm... I think I'd like to attach a reference to a copy of the data I piped up, but that
should be it..."
She says, "Certainly. Will you require any further facilities from this office?"
Sephar thinks a bit.
Sephar says "I think I'd like to know one combat-capable operator in the DC area, in case I need
help, I have the means to contact them, but not whom I should contact. A name or face would
be useful."
The secretary leans forward to tap on her computer again. "The Seneschal of the Air and Space
Museum Tether will be able to provide you with the names and files of several of our local
Soldiers, and the two Seraphim in the vicinity."
Sephar says "Thanks! That should be fine, then."
She inclines her head. "An efficient day to you, then."
Sephar smiles, "And to you."
Sephar whirls back for the Tether, then.
The down-transit is easy, and you are soon once again in a comfortable computer and mouse.
Sephar would access the database there for the names and files, but that's about it.
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