From The Supreme Court To A Basement

Demiurge says "Okay. I believe Daimon and Liz were intending to call upon Etecius."

Daimon says "Yes, we were. To, uh, report."

Sepharmouse curls up sleepily in a Liz or Daimon pocket?

Daimon has Emote! He's an actor! He can fake being a Dominican!

Hitherby hides in Liz's holster, because something terrible could happen if she lets these two out of her sight.

Hitherby . o O ( Judgment, Lust. I'm the gal by the gun. )

Demiurge says "Okay. Liz had directions."

Daimon thinks yes, we need sturdy Kyrios to protect us.

Hitherby sincerely hopes that Daimon and Liz don't need protection in the Judgment Tether, though. Jordi would be mad enough if she got in a fight with Andrealphus; if she gets in a fight with Judgment he'll feed her to the dinosaurs.

Demiurge says "You were supposed to go by the Supreme Court, and go to Mr Vorson's office."

Daimon says "Yup."

Daimon looks down. Hmmm, yes. Leather. And leather. And a few unconnected bondage leather pieces. Perfect dress for a servitor of Judgment.

<> Hitherby | "I'm disguised as a subject of investigation."

Daimon thinks he needs a t-shirt that says LOVE JUSTICE across the back, though.

Demiurge is sure you can pick one of those up at a t-shirt shop along the way.

Daimon laughs, and suggests it to Liz.

Sephar peeks out of the pocket and approves of the t-shirt...

Daimon laughs. "Sephar, you are too cool for words."

Sephar dances his tiny mouse dance and cheerfully tucks back into the t-shirt's breast pocket.

Daimon leans back in the seat, trusting Liz to not run the car into anything.

Liz manages to keep the car intact.

Liz says "Daimon, did you want to call Terry while we were driving over?"

Daimon says "Oh, yeah. Duh."

Daimon pulls out his phone and dials Baron von Terence.

Liz grins. "And did you really want that T-shirt?"

Liz can drop by the place she has her corporate t-shirts printed up at.

Terry answers after two rings. "Yeah?"

Daimon says "That would rule."

Daimon blinks. "Terry, man."

Liz makes it so.

Daimon says "I've got in-fo-mation, friend-o-mine."

Terrry says, "Daimon, baby. How's it going?"

Terry says, "You tease. Information?"

Daimon says "Well, you know what they say? Make jokes over lunch about Andre and he shows up. It's true. It's like the whole Demons at Dennys thing."

Terry swallows. "He turned _up_?"

Daimon says "Yup."

Liz smiles, perhaps a little grimly. Good, let *Terry* be the one in for a surprise for a change.

Terry says, voice shading to worried, "You didn't get in the shit?"

Liz pulls up outside the T-shirt shop, borrows Sephar, walks inside.

Daimon says "No, no problems. At least, none that cause me to get turned to ash."

Liz lets Daimon chat.

Daimon says "I would suspect you want to know what was said."

Sephar hops readily onto Liz's shoulder.

Terry whistles. "That's good. Yeah, well, man, you know me from hair to loafers."

Daimon says "I am sooooooooooooo tempted to ask the question. But I won't."

Hitherby scrambles out a bug and flutters to Liz's abandoned seat, the rest remaining in the holster.

Liz orders a few fastball special T-shirts while inside. Having done business with these guys before, they know what she means by 'fastball specials'. She picks a font or two, has 'em run up a couple of prelim designs, and consults with Sephar on some of the designs. "The three-dee one, or the traditional with with the scale background?"

Daimon says "So he gave me some information. Terry, the Boss approached Andre with news of a different alliance. An Asmodeus-Beleth-Kronos alliance."

Sephar peers... "I like the scale background..."

Terry says, "What the _fuck_? Shit. Hell. Damn and blast." He swears in Helltongue, too.

Daimon says "Andre and 'a few others'. I would assume this includes Nybbas. It always includes Nybbas."

Sephar squeaks hopefully, "Anything with fractals?"

Terry says, "Yeah, well, my Boss has fingers everywhere. But, like, you think this means the Mafia people are probably Fate?"

Daimon says "Of course my Boss is a moron, and declared he'd bring them down himself. He concocted some plan which included assisting Renegades - Terry - that part is true."

Inside the shop, they do indeed have beautiful fractals.

Daimon says "Yes, I believe the Mafia people are Fate. Don't go."

Liz says "Hmm. I'm not sure you want fractals in a 'Justice' pattern, but..."

Liz says "Aha."

Daimon says ""

Sephar says "The balanced scales?"

Sephar mrrrs happily.

Daimon says "My friends will call people with black wings and THEY'LL go. Terry, apparently now is the time to strike to embarrass the Game."

Terry pauses. "Mm hmm. Well. Mmm. Of course, if my people just happened to have cameras nearby to broadcast footage all over Shal-Mari, well..."

Daimon says "The Boss wanted to do the full scale embarassment himself, through somehow assisting Renegades. He was going to break their alliance."

Hitherby wibbles her wings worriedly, but cannot speak with only a single bug in the car.

Terry says, "Yeah. Makes sense, I guess."

Liz gets two designs. One with 'Love Justice' over a pair of balanced scales on the back, and a smaller balanced scale logo on the front, and a second one with 'Lightning Justice', a lightning bolt superimposed over fractal scales, with a bigger stylized lightning bolt on the front. "What do you think, Sephar?"

Daimon says "Terry. I need your brain. I need to embarrass them, NOW."

Sephar says "Cool."

Terry says, "My brain is squirming, Daimie, just for you. You want to hit Game, or Fate, or Nightmares?"

Daimon says "Game. The Game is afoot. They're spread thin right now."

Liz has them run the shirts through the new 'fabric color laserprinter', which churns out a shirt ready to wear in about two minutes. "Say, enough for everyone, including Terry and the Lust Tether seneschal?"

Daimon says "We'll just need to call black winged friends to deal with Fate and Nightmares. Terry, you now what gives ME the willies? I had a demon prince come to ME to tell me this stuff."

Liz grins at Sephar.

Sephar says "Yeah. Definitely."

Terry is silent a few moments, thinking.

Sephar giggles quietly.

Liz pays the T-shirt people, waits for her shirts.

Daimon says "I mean, me. Why not some big word bound Kobalite?"

Terry says, "Daimie, baby, I guess that you're not the only person he's talking to. I also guess that he thinks you're minor enough that he can deny it if they catch you."

Daimon says "I've got no Word. I'm not even bound. I'm pretty puny."

Liz gets one of each type for everyone, and an extra couple for Daimon, who's probably hard on his clothing, sized for both vessels.

Daimon says "Ah."

Daimon says "Point."

Terry says, "But, man, you've got contacts. Right? Contacts some people don't have. No names, but right?"

Daimon says "Something like that, I think."

Liz has an extra 'Lightning Justice' shirt made up for the Justice Tether Seneschal.

Daimon says "I'm happy to talk to any of your people, Terry."

Sephar says "Keen."

Sephar chuckles softly, "I wonder if Jordan wears t-shirts?"

Terry says, "Right. Hm. Look, let me think and see if I can figure out anything to embarass the Game. And I'll be careful with Fate. Okay?"

Liz laughs. "Mmm. Good point."

Daimon decides that Media is probably the Ally.

Liz gets Jordan one of each, too, in the extra tall and slender version.

Sephar says "Oo."

Daimon says "Be extremely careful. You're no good to anyone in Trauma or dead."

<> Daimon says "Wait a sec. Terry is no good to anyone ALIVE, EITHER."

<> Jordan agrees with *that* statement!

<> Sarah too!

<> Daimon says "But he's my best friend. So I don't want him dead."

Terry says, "Wilco, Daimie. You too. I don't want to lose you, kid."

Daimon says "I don't think I'm going anywhere yet. Thank god."

Liz included enough shirts for the whole gang, including Azalea, if she wants one.

Daimon says "Oh, Terry?"

Daimon says "I have this oddball question to ask."

Terry says, "Yeah?"

Terry says, "So ask."

Daimon says "Before Nybbas, ah..."

Terry says, "Mm hm?"

Daimon says "Who, um... who were you with?"

Terry says, "Malphas, man."

Daimon says "Yeah? Any fun?"

Terry says, "It was okay, man. I had fun with gossip and stuff. Spread a lot of info. Nybbas does it way better, though."

Daimon says "Mmmmmmmm........ do you have any contacts left there?"

Terry pauses. "Might have a few. You need word what's going there?"

Daimon says "Wouldn't it be nice to know which way the wind is blowing there?"

<> Liz says "Pity the Malphans themselves probably don't know."

<> Daimon says "But it would be interesting to know."

Hitherby sneaks a bug out of Liz's holster to peer at the T-shirts. "They would make comfortable beds," she hums, muffledly, from within the holster.

Terry says, "Yeah, well, I'll see if I can find out what the odour of the month is. Anything else?"

<> Daimon sings, When I was young, and they packed me off to school, and they taught me how not to play the Game.

Liz grins at Hitherby, gets her shirts all boxed up.

Daimon says "That's it. I think that covers all favors and bets for the time being."

Liz keeps one of the 'Love Justice' ones out for Daimon.

Daimon says "Anything else I can feed your brain with?"

Sephar nods to Hitherby, "Hyup. Colorful and pretty beds."

Sephar kinda hovers near one of the Lightning Justice shirts.

<> Sarah wants a 'Love Justice' shirt!

Terry says, "Not right now, Daimie, unless you know something about another bomb threat over at Focal's."

Daimon laughs.

Daimon says "Why, that was Hitherby."

Terry whistles admiringly. "That bug sure knows how to make the news."

Daimon says "False alarm, man. Consider it a practical joke by your local chapter of the Lodge of the Kobalite."

Hitherby hums, speculatively, to Liz, "Perhaps we should consider why the First Comedian was helping Renegades. It obviously has the seeds of a method for embarrassing the Game."

Liz orders a few 'Lightning Justice' pins for the Kyrios while she's at it, although those will take a few days. Lighting superimposed over fractal scales.

Terry says, "Okay. That's it, then. Watch your back, Daimie, and I'll get back to you."

Liz returns to the car with a big box full of shirts.

Hitherby hums, amused, "Bug Justice!"

Daimon pauses. "Last person who told me to watch my back ended up in chains with the Game. Be careful, my man."

Liz tosses Daimon a 'Love Justice' shirt. "Here y'go. I love the new 'laser printers for shirts' that they have. Fast and it looks great."

Hitherby flutters out of Liz's holster and assembles in the car.

Terry says, serious for once, "Always, baby." The phone goes down.

Daimon hangs the phone up, and looks at the t-shirt. "YOU RULE!"

Sephar beams at the pin order.

Liz says "Good. You change, I'll drive."

Daimon pulls off his jacket and shirt, and sides on the t-shirt. Mmmm... white t-shirt, black leather pants. With gold scales over the left breast.

Liz gets in the car, and heads for the Supreme Court, clerks entrance.

Daimon is totally pleased.

Daimon says "So I told Baron von Terence."

Liz says "How'd he take it?"

Daimon says "He's bugged."

Sephar curls up in Daimon pocket.

Daimon says "Not well, I don't think."

Liz says "Mmm. Sounds like his Boss is playing it very cagily. Plausible deniability and that. If Terry gets caught..."

Hitherby hums thoughtfully. "Daimon," she says. "You might ask -- at the Judgment Tether -- about any Redeemed demons who mentioned having Kobal's help? They are no doubt interrogated carefully to prevent -- ringers, and such?"

Daimon says "Good point."

Daimon whips out his notepad and takes a note.

Hitherby says "Judgment and the Sword are most likely to be aware of general trends and general information like that."

Daimon nods. "I will ask."

Liz parks the car in the Judicial Visitors Parking lot.

Hitherby clusters in the holster again.

Liz says "You should probably get in my jacket pocket, Hitherby. I'm going to have to check the holster and gun."

Hitherby hums, startledly, "Oh."

Liz smiles. "Unless you want to pretend to be a brooch."

Hitherby chrisks amusedly.

Hitherby flutters up and arranges herself in a circle on Liz's shirt.

Liz smiles at Hitherby. "Just remember not to move unless we're in the presence of the Seneschal."

Hitherby hums, "I have an idea for embarrassing the Game, but it requires development."

Daimon says "I'm listening Hitherby."

Liz gets out, and leads Daimon over to the clerk's entrance. She checks in with security, gives the role name of the seneschal.

Daimon slides on his shades.

Liz says "We have an appointment."

Daimon doesn't power them, he just wears them. "Oh, Liz?"

Liz says "Yeah, Daimon?"

The security signs you in, takes Liz's gun and holster, gives her a receipt, and gives directions to Mr Vorson's office.

Daimon says "Remind me to send your Boss at least a thank you note."

Liz says "Sure, no problem."

Daimon says "I think I owe one."

Liz grins. "You just might."

Liz walks Daimon up to Mr. Vorson's office, knocks politely.

Hitherby whispers atonally, as the group walks, "You can now summon the Dark Lord of Lust, yes?"

Daimon says "Unfortunately."

Liz says "Hmm. Hitherby, how about we discuss this plan *after* the Report?"

Hitherby whispers, "If we could arrange for him to be arrested as a Renegade -- or to have the attempt made, with them unknowing --"

Hitherby falls silent.

Daimon chokes.

<> Demiurge has several major choking fits.

<> Arcangel boggles quietly.

Liz erks. "Like, much later..."

Daimon says "That's pretty Funny."

<> Sephar beams at the sturdy mind of Hitherby.

<> Daimon says "A mind sturdier than man was meant to know."

A secretary answers the door, and shows you through to Mr Vorson's office. The man behind the desk rises as you come in. He is thin. Thin face, thin hands, thinning hair, thin glasses, thin mouth. Documents are piled very neatly on his desk. He does not offer to shake hands.

Liz thanks the secretary politely, and lets Daimon lead on.

Daimon leads on.

Daimon tries to look friendly.

Liz thinks we're about to find out just how socially 'ept Jordan is, compared to other Justice Seraphim.

<> Daimon says "We love Jordan."

<> Daimon says "He's our own private SoJ."

<> Daimon says "AND he's cute."

<> Jordan rolls his eyes.

The man says, crisply, "I am Etecius. You would be the people who phoned earlier?"

<> Demiurge rolls the d666 and gets 5 4 CHECK: 3.

Daimon says "Yes sir."

Liz winds up in the center of the room. She bows. "Zebina, Wheel of Trade. We spoke earlier. This is Oboth, known as Hitherby, Dominiation of Jordi." She indicates her 'brooch'.

Liz says "And of course Daimonique, Lilim of Dark Humor, in service to Justice."

Etecius nods. He takes a seat, and gestures Daimon and Liz to the hard-seated stiff-backed chairs opposite.

Sephar peeks out of Daimon's pocket, "Sephar, Domination of Lightning."

Liz grins at Sephar.

Daimon sits in one of the stiff-backed chairs.

Hitherby hums softly, "I would indicate respect, but I am failing to figure out how to do so, starting from this position. Good day, Most Holy."

Etecius says, "We are, as ever, pleased to cooperate with the Servitors of other Archangels. You are all given due greeting. I also am gratified to meet my new fellow servant of Judgement."

Daimon nods his head in that general direction.

Liz takes a seat in the chair, shifting position every couple of seconds.

Etecius says, "I understand that I am to hear a report. Please do so."

Daimon looks at Liz, assuming that he's going to speak.

Liz nods at Daimon. You're the Justice Servitor.

<> Daimon says "Damn straight. It says so on my shirt."

<> Jordan looks at Daimon's shirt and *winces*.

Etecius examines Daimon's shirt, eyes like whetted diamond behind the spectacles.

<> Liz says "Fortunately only the balanced scales are visible on the front. The back is another matter."

Daimon says "Sir, we are returning from a meeting with Lord Prince Andrealphus of Lust. We were looking for a certain missing Seneschal of Dark Humor, who had recently been the keeper of a tether, now demolished. We had tracked him down to Lust, and as such, deigned to meet with him. Zebina and Hitherby entered the tether, and upon their enterance, the Seneschal summoned her Prince. And then he summoned me. Mazpatiel, Elohite of Judgment, ah, 'came along for the ride'."

<> Demiurge rolls the d666 and gets 2 1 CHECK: 4.

Etecius says, voice flat, "How was he able to summon you? Are you bound to his service?"

Daimon says "No sir. Not anymore. He, ah, 'sucked me through the phone'. Liz - Zebina - made a phone call to me in his presence, and he sort of magicked me there. He's not very patient."

Etecius nods.

Daimon says "So Pat came along for the ride, which was not the Dark Prince's intentions."

Etecius says, "And the Elohite attempted to protect you. This is understandable. What is his current condition?"

Daimon says "He is shaken, sir. But he is being looked after by the Cherub of Destiny."

<> Daimon says "Shaken, not stirred."

<> Demiurge says "Boy, the image Etecius picks up from that. :)"

<> Arcangel cackles!

<> Daimon is being completely 100% honest!

<> Daimon says "No Funny Stuff!"

Etecius' lips purse a shade. He says, neutrally, "Such methods may be necessary for those traumatised by Lust. Your intentions?"

Daimon says "Sir, I was given information by Lord Andre."

Etecius' eyes widen. He makes a small movement with one hand, his first real gesture since the interview began. "Continue."

Daimon says "Sir, he told me that Lord Prince Kobal of Dark Humor had approached him and several others some time ago with information, and apparently proof, of an alliance between Asmodeus, Beleth, and Kronos. Although Bo-Kobal had information and proof, he intended to 'take them down himself'. Apparently, this involved helping Renegades. Unfortunately, the Game was one step ahead, and now everyone is in a world of hurt."

<> Demiurge rolls the d666 and gets 2 4 CHECK: 2.

<> Daimon noticed he used the colloquialism, 'world of hurt'.

Etecius says, dryly, "An acceptable and highly accurate synonym. Do you intend to obtain proof of this alliance?"

Daimon says "Yes, sir. I believe I already had. The information retrieved by Sephar through the Focals computer - which was, interestingly enough, Vaputech."

Daimon says, "If my theories bear out, we will find that all the locations - Bellman's, Tokoba, and Sancuzzi - are all tethers."

Etecius nods slightly. "As representative of our Lord, and in lieu of personal instructions, I am formally seconding you to investigate this matter, with the aid of Mazpatiel, when he has recovered."

Etecius says, "You are, of course, expected to do so with due care for your personal safety."

Daimon says "Sir, I hate to be forward, but I do not believe, with the Game on heightened alert, that we can safely investigate these places personally."

<> Demiurge rolls the d666 and gets 5 6 CHECK: 4.

Hitherby flutters her wings, vaguely agitated, for a moment.

Etecius says, "You are not forward. Your assessment of the situation is noted. Present what findings you can obtain, and it will be sent with a request for additional forces or investigative teams."

Daimon says "Sir, there is one matter that needs to be investigated. If the Boss was really assisting Renegades, then possibly some made it Bright. If they were debriefed, some evidence may be in their debriefing statements."

Etecius frowns, very slightly. "Such a matter will have to be queried at a higher level, as a number of those who were once Fallen or Hellborn have their files under privacy seal. I will forward your request for assessment of the matter."

Daimon says "Sir, I expected no less. As long as someone looks into the matter, that should be sufficient."

Daimon . o O ( Don't press your luck, kid. )

Etecius says, "So noted." He nods. "You have performed efficiently."

Daimon says "Thank you, sir."

Etecius nods again, then turns his gimlet gaze to Liz. "Wheel of Trade, would you please describe your feelings concerning the penetration of the Tether of Lust."

<> Demiurge rolls the d666 and gets 6 6 CHECK: 5.

<> Hitherby says "Keep working on it, Demi!"

<> Demiurge _eyes_ the dice.

<> Liz *is* about to describe a meeting with a Demonic Superior. The Dice are just reflecting it.

<> Arcangel comments, dryly, "Penetration." "Of a Tether of Lust."

Liz takes a long, somewhat shakey breath. "Feelings? Trepidation. Nervousness. Some few moments of sheer terror when the Prince showed up."

Liz says "It was, perhaps, an ill advised thing to do, but Daimon needs to talk to the missing Seneschal of Dark Humor, and what few leads I have pointed towards him being sheltered by Lust."

<> Demiurge says "Okay. Given Etecius is getting a heavy Truth reading on this one, how severely was Liz tempted?"

Liz says "Unfortunately, I now seem to have gained, along with Daimon, the personal attention of a Demon Prince. I am not happy. I also warned him about the possible involvement of Vapula, along with the aforementioned three other Demon Princes. This gave the Prince of Lust pause, and he said he would follow up on this. I may have done him a... favor. I hope he does not choose to 'reward' me for it, save for letting me alone."

Liz says "We have, however, located the Seneschal, and the Seneschal of the Lust Tether was given instructions to give us access to him and render other reasonable assistance. Our plans are to return to the Tether, interview the Seneschal of Dark Humor, and then make further plans."

Etecius' brows draw together slightly. "It is noted in our records that the Prince of Lust does not tend to actively pursue, unless the subject has particularly attracted his attention. It is to be hoped that you have not done so."

Daimon . o O ( He'll get distracted. )

Etecius says, "Your plans appear reasonable. Now detail your interactions with the Balseraph of the Media."

<> Liz was sexually attracted to Andre, but, as she mentioned at the time, there's something *missing*. In her mined she compared her love with Daimon with the attractiveness of Andre, and the thing that kept her sane was concentrating on the thing that Andre was missing.

Daimon says "Teraphim of Media has been my closest friend, and my personal agent, for as long as I can remember."

Long distance to Sephar: Demiurge grins. Thanks. That was part of what I wanted.

<> Demiurge rolls the d666 and gets 5 6 CHECK: 4.

<> Liz also was severely tempted to make 'witty' remarks at the Lust Seneschal as a distraction to help out Daimon, but she managed to not do so.

Etecius says, sounding a shade surprised, "A disinterested affection. Teraphim, once Seraph of War."

Liz whoa.

Sephar blinks.

Liz blurts out, "Fallen?!"

Etecius nods.

Daimon says "Yeah, I know. I've always known."

Etecius says, "His file can be requisitioned if necessary."

Daimon says "No, that's okay. I don't want to know how he became a Balseraph. And I like him the way he is, not the way he was. I doubt we'd like each other the way he was."

Liz says "You might be surprised, Daimon."

Etecius' expression remains the same. "Very well. Now, what are your intentions concerning him?"

Daimon says "Terry is working in the interests of his Prince. My intentions are to use the Media to screw the Game."

Liz says "I made the mistake of threatening him. It didn't work very well. My intentions are to just avoid him if at all possible."

Daimon says "Sir."

Etecius nods to Daimon, then Liz.

Etecius says, "It is to be hoped that he does not use you in the process."

Daimon says "TANSTAAFL."

<> Daimon answers out of pure habit.

Etecius' brows draw together sharply.

Daimon blinks. "Sir?"

Etecius says, "It has been a while since I spoke to a Lilim. One forgets certain matters."

Daimon says "Excuse me?"

Hitherby carefully walks in a circle on Liz's shirt.

Etecius says, dryly, "I will consider you a breath of fresh air in this office, Daimonique, while you are reporting to me. Is there anything else?"

Daimon says "Yes, sir. Andrealphus gave me one of his Rites."

Etecius does frown at that. "Do you feel that it will taint you, or affect your behaviour?"

<> Demiurge rolls the d666 and gets 2 5 CHECK: 5.

Liz 's head snaps directly over at Daimon.

Daimon says "I do not think so, sir."

Etecius says, "As one who once served him, it is to be expected that you would be able to judge the matter. Should you have any difficulties, speak to Mazpatiel or some other Servitor."

Daimon says "Yes, sir."

Etecius nods.

<> Hitherby considers Etecius' comment, in light of the Rite.

<> Hitherby says "Should you have any difficulties ..."

Daimon says "Also, sir, he would let me 'call upon him as I would my own Prince'. I find this ironic, for several reasons, sir."

Etecius says, "It is presumably an attempt to increase your dependence upon him."

<> Liz suddenly wonders, if Daimon were to attempt to call on Kobal, and get a 666, if this would be a 'Get out of Jail Free' card for Kobal... or if Daimon would wind up in Azzie's office.

<> Demiurge snickers. Try it and see? :)

Daimon says "I assume so, sir. I'm being actively recruited. Luckily, I would not call upon my own Prince if a Malakite was jumping up and down on my head singing 'I'm a little teapot'. Princes tend to aggravate the situation, sir. And I will treat this likewise."

<> Sephar says "Eee."

<> Daimon decides not to try that.

<> Arcangel howls with laughter!

Etecius' jaw twitches slightly at the mention of the Malakite's actions. He inclines his head in a sharp nod. "It is so noted."

Daimon says "Thank you sir. Anything else?"

<> Demiurge | Etecius says, "And I must inform you that Malakim of Dominic do not sing while assaulting suspects..." no no no

Hitherby's legs suddenly go straight, and she says, "Sir?"

<> Daimon has been Funny once again!

<> Arcangel says "Daimon is trying. Very trying."

<> Daimon says "But cute."

Etecius says, to Daimon, "I believe that will be all, Daimonique." He glances to Hitherby. "Yes?"

<> Arcangel says "Uh-oh, Hitherby is pitting her Sturdy Kyriotate Mind against a Seraph of Judgment again!"

Daimon settles back into uncharacteristic Daimonique silence, trying to fight off the 100 or so practical jokes that are creeping around in his brain.

Liz arranges to leave a couple of T-shirts, one of each, behind her for the Seneschal.

Hitherby says "I will be informing my own Seneschal within a few minutes, but it has occurred to me: if Nightmares is as heavily involved in a power ploy as it seems the case -- then it may not be a coincidence that Christopher in the Marches died. And if it is not a coincidence, particularly in the light of the Renegades thing, then the conflict may not be -- as much restricted to Hell as I had thought it natural to assume."

Hitherby says "Power in Hell may not be the objective, or there may be an important secondary objective to them elsewhere."

Etecius frowns slightly. "This is a reasonable projection. The matter will be investigated, and reports will be seconded to Daimonique or Mazpatiel, as your affiliated representatives of Judgement."

Hitherby says, "Most Holy," relaxes her legs into a normal position, and goes silent.

Etecius says, "I would also suggest that you speak to some local Servitor of Stone, should you wish further details, as Christopher was in service to Stone."

Etecius rises.

Liz rises after Etecius, sets the t-shirts on his desk without comment, and bows. "Thank you, Most Holy, for the time."

Hitherby hangs on tight while Liz bows.

Etecius inspects the t-shirts. His jaw twitches, again.

Daimon watches Liz bow, and then mimics her action. Since bowing in Hell requires being on one's knees.

Etecius says, "Your enthusiasm in your service is noted. Walk in Justice."

Daimon says "Thank you, sir."

Liz smiles. "Godspeed."

<> Demiurge wonders how long before Etecius gets a permanent tic. ;)

<> Sephar grins.

Hitherby reports almost the same thing to her Seneschal, around the time Liz straightens, including a tertiary comment of, "If there were something of importance in the Marches, it would explain why Nightmares is involved at all."

Etecius nods again, briskly, and presses a button. His secretary comes in to show Liz, Daimon, and assorted Kyriotates the way out.

Sephar squeeks, "Bye, Most Holy."

Sephar squeaks softly to Liz, "I think he liked the shirts."

Daimon visibly relaxes when he gets out of the office.

The Seneschal of Jordi buzzes thoughtfully, arranging itself in a pattern of comprehension but ignorance. "A Servitor of Dreams would know more of this than I would."

Daimon says "MAN."

Azalea sits in her car.

Liz walks out into the parking lot, looks around for Azalea's car.

Liz looks around casually, at that.

Azalea sits in a grey four-door sedan, unassuming-like.

Daimon follows Liz, leather jacket draped over one shoulder, looking preoccupied.

Liz makes eye contact with Azalea, just for a moment, gets into her car, and drives towards the SEC building.

Liz pulls out her phone, calls ahead to the Seneschal, requesting a short-notice briefing.

Liz thinks.. hmm, no.

Liz puts her phone away.

Liz says "Still want to talk to the Seneschal of that Comedy Tether, Daimon?"

Daimon, who is looking vaguely confused, says, "I was hoping that was our next stop."

Liz parks in the building parking where the Lust Tether is located.

Daimon says "Woah, I get to walk in this time."

Liz says "Stay here for a moment, Daimon. I'll be right back."

Liz says "Should be a switch, yes."

<> Azalea says "What building is this?"

Daimon settles in the seat, and waits.

<> Demiurge says "This is a nice professional building in the expensive corporate section of town."

<> Demiurge says "It doesn't _look_ like a Lust-tether."

<> Daimon says "They never do. :)"

<> Azalea says "Good."

<> Liz says "It's one of the buildings Liz drove to alone, earlier today. When she left, she'd somehow managed to pick up both Daimon and another guy. Oh, and she appeared in the alley."

Liz walks over to Azalea's car, checking to see if there's a second 'tail'.

<> Liz rolls the d666 and gets 1 1 CHECK: 1.

<> Liz says "Would someone please explain how I only managed to get Divine Interventions when looking for Restaurants or Cars?"

<> Arcangel says "It's Destiny?"

<> Liz says "OK, I can understand the cars part, at least..."

<> Daimon says "Damn good resturant."

<> Pat says "The car becomes an artifact!"

Demiurge can only say, Liz, that there is absolutely no sign of a tail. As your keen gaze sweeps along the street and round the carpark, you can definitely, positively say that there is No Tail.

Liz walks confidently over to Azalea's car, to the passenger side, knocks on the window lightly.

Hitherby slips out of the car and tags along, unless advised against it.

Azalea rolls down the window, looking around her, nervously.

<> Azalea rolls the d666 and gets 2 5 CHECK: 5.

Liz says "May I get in? We're not being followed or observed."

Daimon does a good job of looking bored.

Demiurge says "You can't see any tails, Azalea."

Liz amends that to 'We're not being followed.'

Azalea glances down at the cellphone beside her, and then nods, subtly.

<> Hitherby reads scrollback, notes Liz telling Daimon to stay put, and just sort of hangs out sort of between the two cars, instead of following all the way.

Liz slips into the car. "Here's what's going on, in case you're asked for an update."

Daimon, ever manic-depressive, starts thinking up Funny stuff to do. To people. In funny ways.

Azalea says "That would be good. What can I tell them?"

Liz says "The building we're parked next to contains a local Tether of Lust. They're holding someone we need to talk to. We sort of found this out the hard way earlier. Did you hear a *big* burst of Symphonic noise earlier today?"

Azalea says "No."

Azalea says "But I didn't have my radio on."

Liz shrugs. "The first time I was here, Andrealphus showed."

Azalea turns, slowly, and stares at Liz. "So you came back?"

<> Demiurge just laughs.

<> Daimon says "We're stupid that way."

<> Demiurge says "That Says It All."

Liz . o O (If she can be blase', I can be blase'.)

Liz says "I'm not happy about it. The have a Seneschal of Dark Humor in there, and Daimon needs to talk to him. We have been assured of cooperation. Seeing as how we managed to get out alive the first time, I feel it's a good risk to go back in."

Azalea says "I doubt if this is what you want me to tell Mr. Bellman, however."

Liz says "I would greatly appreciate it if you did not tell Mr. Bellman, yes."

Liz says "However, you should report I was driving around looking for things, in some of the seedier parts of the area. You should also probably tell them that I went to the Supreme Court earlier today, with a companion. After we're done here, I plan to go to the SEC, which is a tether of Trade."

Liz says "Also with the same companion."

Liz says "I imagine both are well known as being tethers, although you needn't mention it explicitly."

Liz says "If someone asks where you are now, I appear to be meeting with a client. I went into an office building."

Azalea says "Well, I didn't know they were tethers, so I don't see any reason to report that."

Liz smiles. "Right. I think you're better at this than I am."

Liz says "If Daimon and I don't come out, by the way..."

Azalea says "I just think I'm more - suspicious."

Azalea says "If Daimon and you don't come out?"

Liz scribbles down Pat's phone number. "Call here after an hour. Ask for Pat. Tell him everything I told you. He'll be able to tell you what to do."

Liz says "Use my proper name. Zebina, Ofanite of Trade."

Azalea notes this, and the phone number, carefully, then considers the piece of paper in her hands.

Liz says "Last, I'll meet you at 10:00 pm at Sistine's, and we'll go over the day. You should know what's going on."

Azalea says "I'd like that. This gets a little dull; the blasted radio doesn't work."

Daimon chews on his lip, and thinks up a few funny things. One seems to involve the invoking of a 6' rubber octopus. He pulls the notepad out of his pocket and makes notes.

Liz looks at the car. Tape deck?

<> Azalea says "Smoking, probably."

<> Azalea says "Calabite = !tech"

Liz says "Hmm. Guess not."

Liz would, at this point, ask Sephar to see if he could do something for Azalea's radio.

Daimon smokes and writes. Hmmmm.

Azalea drawls, carefully, "Oh, by the way..."

Sephar squeaks, "Let me have a go." The radio begins to crackle. A spark or two is visible.

Liz says "Yes?"

Azalea says "A bunch of your folks destroyed a Calabite vessel recently; he's downstairs, in Trauma."

<> Pat says "Sorry."

Azalea says "I know you weren't there, since, well, I would have seen you."

<> Daimon says "I wasn't there!"

<> Daimon says "It was my evil and much Funnier alter ego!"

Azalea says "Just figured you ought to know."

The radio cycles through Air Yugoslavia, Pop FM, Greek Open University Lectures, and some more quiet crackling.

Liz says "Huh. I didn't know that."

Liz says "Associate of yours? Friend?"

Liz says "If you like a particular type of music, tell Sephar. I'm sure he can arrange for it."

Azalea looks at Liz, darkly. "I don't have friends. He was a Calabite of Nightmares."

Azalea says "Following one of your friends around, much as I'm doing."

Liz nods.

Liz says "He probably surprised Pat. Or the Judgement Triad."

Liz says "I've made sure that people know you're following me around. You will not be harmed or interfered with."

Azalea's mouth quirks. "That's good to know."

Liz grins a little bit. "I don't think it would be good for you to have a long meeting with your Heart right now."

Azalea says "Nor do I."

Liz nods.

Azalea addresses the radio, "I'll take classical, Sephar, if I could? It's been a long time. Mozart, for choice."

Liz says "Tell Sephar if you'd like a particular type of music. I'm sure he can come up with something."

The radio settles down to Simon and Garfunkel, "The Sounds Of Silence".

The radio flicks again, and manages to find some Mozart.

Liz says "Sephar, I'm going to leave you in our car again, with a Hitherbug. Stay with Azalea too while we're in there?"

Sephar squeaks, from mouse-form, "That okay? Sure."

Liz says "If something happens, I'd like her to have some warning too."

Azalea stiffens a moment, and then nods.

Liz grins at Azalea. "Kyrios are so cool sometimes."

Sephar squeaks, "Will do."

Liz rubs Sepharmousears.

Liz says "Thanks. I hate to keep treating you like a secure cell phone, but it would be bad for all of us to walk into the Lust Tether."

Sephar looks like a mouse who is being ruffled.

Azalea, calmly, "That's fine. Good luck. I'd just as soon not go with you."

Liz grins. "I'd just as soon not go in with me. Unfortunately, someone has to go, and I've already been in, so I'm elected."

Liz says "Take care, Azalea. Godspeed."

Liz says "Oh, a little gift."

Azalea frowns.

Liz gives Azalea one of the Lightning Justice t-shirts she had printed up. It has 'Lightning Justice' in a jaggedy font, over the fractal scales-of justice on the back, and a lightning bolt logo on the front left breast.

<> Arcangel just *dies* giggling.

Liz says "Souvenirs Daimon and Sephar thought up."

<> Daimon says "We have too much time on our hands, apparently."

Liz grins. "You might not want to wear it back at Bellman's. Ta."

Azalea says "I'll remember. Ciao."

Liz slips out of the car and walks back across the parking lot before Azalea can respond.

Hitherby falls in with Liz as she walks back to the car, and asks, curiously, "Our other demonic associate? Or another Trade Servitor?"

<> Demiurge says "Frivolous Angels."

Azalea leans back against her carseat, listening to the music contentedly. "This is so much better than the death metal I usually get."

Liz says "The first. Potentially Redeemable Calabite of Nightmares. I want to make sure that she doesn't wind up like the other one, or worse."

Liz retrieves Daimon from the car, drops off Sephar.

Hitherby makes a faintly embarrassed noise at Liz's comment.

Daimon is retrieved!

Liz says "In we go to talk to your associate."

Hitherby drops off a bug with Sephar, informing the mouse that she will bite if there is trouble.

Liz leads Daimon into the building, to the Elevators.

Hitherby hides in Liz's hair again.

Sephar says, on the radio, at a low level, "Cool. Glad you like it. I like Bach, myself. Mathematical and logical."

Daimon seems amendable to leading and following and stuff. He's in a more manic mood.

Daimon says "Who was in the car, Liz?"

The elevator is where it was, at the end of the lobby.

Liz says "Tell you after we get out of the building."

Liz says "The elevators may have ears."

Daimon says "Ah ha."

Daimon looks for ears on the elevator.

Daimon says "I feel like I've survived armageddon today."

Liz says "So do I. And back in we go."

Daimon says "Hey, never a dull moment. You know what they say, may you live in interesting times."

Liz says "And we do."

Daimon says "Better then thinking."

Liz paces in the elevator until the doors open.

The elevator glides downwards, opening on the quiet corridor with the door at the end and the two nicely-suited goons sitting by it.

Liz walks up to the goons, pulls out the same Gold Card. "IRS."

Liz is tempted to wish them a happy tax day, really she is.

The men check the card, again, then pass it back and nod. The door swings open.

Daimon follows Liz, looking well, like a Kobalite.

Liz leads Daimon back inside the Lust Tether.

<> Hitherby says "Can I keep him, Mom? He followed us into the Tether ..."

<> Liz sighs. 'While Liz was in the Lust Tether, part II.'

<> Daimon thinks Lusty thoughts. :)

The inner room is still the perfect office anteroom. The girl sitting at the desk rises, still in the same white latex basque, and inclines her head. "Mistress, Master. How may I serve you?"

Daimon looks at Liz.

Liz says "I would like to meet with your Mistress again. My apologies for the short notice."

The girl nods. "Certainly, mistress. Just a moment, please." She takes a seat again, and touches a button, murmuring into the intercom. "Mistress, the lady from before is back, and has brought an associate."

There is a pause, then a crackle, and a voice replies, "James will come to fetch them. White room, again."

Liz isn't bothering with the sunglasses this time.

Daimon . o O ( We don't use front doors. No way. We use Andre Express! )

The girl looks up. "Somebody will be by to fetch you in a moment, mistress, master. Can I offer you anything while you are waiting?"

Daimon . o O ( Don't leave home without him! )

Daimon says "No, I'm fine, thanks."

Liz says "I'm fine too, but thank you for asking."

Daimon . o O ( I could use a good lay, a backrub, and the opportunity to hold Azzie's head in a toilet bowl and flushing repeatedly. )

Daimon . o O ( But... I can only get two of those things here, and neither of those are as satisfying as the third. )

A couple of minutes later, the door opens, and the large black man enters, still in ripped t-shirt and jeans. He nods, stonily, and holds the inner door open for the two of you.

Liz walks through the door, in a near identical replay of the first time.

Daimon goes in. Wheee! Into the maws of Hell!

The man turns his muscular back, and leads the way down the corridor to the doorway that Liz will remember from last time. He holds it open, not speaking.

Hitherby reflects, . o O ( It sort of loses something the second time around. )

Liz says, quietly, "Thank you." And she walks in.

Daimon follows Liz. He momentarily thinks about tipping the guy. He does so, with a piece of gum.

Liz looks around the white room. To the extent that she's nervous, she fails to sit, and instead orbits about.

The man puts the gum into his pocket, and closes the door behind the two of you.

Daimon says "Always tip."

The Seneschal is sitting behind the desk. She rises. Her hair is disarrayed, tumbled round her shoulders, and she has a just slightly glazed look in her eyes.

Daimon says, "Hi."

Liz says to the Seneschal, "Thank you for meeting with us. I had thought you might still be...indisposed."

Liz says "I hope things are a little quieter this time."

Hitherby decides that concealment would be beside the point, and flutters out of Liz's hair to adopt The Smiley Formation in the air next to Daimon.

The Seneschal shrugs. "I wouldn't have thought that my Master will be by again that soon. What can I do for you?"

Liz says "This is Daimon Lightner. You weren't properly introduced last time."

Daimon says again, "Hi."

Liz says "He'd like to meet with the Seneschal of Dark Humor."

The woman says, to Daimon, "Shemyaza." She nods to Liz. "I can take you to see him, but he's not very coherent."

Daimon says "He's a Kobalite. How is this different from normal?"

Liz shrugs as if to say, 'He's a Kobalite. You want coherence?' Fortunately Daimon speaks for her.

Liz says "That will be fine, thank you."

Daimon knows his people.

Shemyaza says, "Because most Kobalites normally recognise the line about "Fuck me backwards with a banana and a toothbrush."

Daimon says "Ah yes. I've heard that one before."

Daimon says "Ancient Kobalite saying. Very wise."

Shemyaza smiles, faintly. "I've tried it. It really isn't as much fun as it sounds." She walks from behind the desk, over to the door, and holds it open. "Please, follow me."

Daimon follows. "Ah, well, I bet the Banana part was fun."

Hitherby, grumpily, reassumes camouflage (knowing there are normals about) -- this time as a brooch.

Shemyaza glances back over her shoulder, and lowers her eyelashes. "I've always had a fondness for Bananas."

Liz follows along, says not much of anything.

Daimon says "Really? We should chat then."

Daimon says "Banana cream, banana pudding...."

Liz says "Daimon, one of these days, I'm going to take you to Ecuador to visit the banana plantations. You'll probably get a kick out of it."

Shemyaza's tongue plays over her lips as she makes her way to a door at the end of the corridor. "Mmmm... well, anyhow, this is our rest room. Please come in." She holds the door open.

Daimon survived the Judgment Tether. He's in a good mood.

Daimon walks into the room.

Liz nods to Shemyaza as she walks through. "Thank you. Would you like us to drop by on our way out, or shall we just depart?"

Inside, it is a moderately comfortable room, with sofas and chairs, and a camp-bed in the corner on which a thin man is sitting. He is bandaged round chest and shoulders, and wrapped in a blue silk kimono. There is a blankness to his eyes.

Shemyaza considers. "I wouldn't mind hearing about the basic situation, as long as you don't talk to me about some things." Her eyes go vague.

Daimon settles down on the edge of the bed where the man is sitting, and shakes his head.

Liz says "Fair enough. There's some things I doubt I'd like to hear, either."

Daimon says "What did I say? Don't get caught in your own invisible box. If people listened...."

The man reacts to Daimon's words a little. His hand passes in the air in front of him, prodding in the traditional mime gesture.

Liz says, quietly, to Shemyaza, "Frankly, I'm beginning to wonder if I'm a walking advertisement for Redemption, so we can always just skip that topic." She smiles with good humor, continues on in.

Shemyaza nods, and closes the door behind her. The room is soundproofed, and her steps down the corridor cannot be heard.

Daimon . o O ( Bright. Say that to a Seneschal. Do I have Renegade tattooed on my ass or what? )

Sephar squeaks, to Hitherby, "What's going on?"

Daimon says to the Seneschal, softly, "Can you speak?"

<> Liz says "You're hanging with two angels in a Lust Tether. That would be 'Yes'."

<> Daimon says "Hey, don't point out the obvious here."

<> Arcangel says "He can always say he was stringing Liz along..."

<> Arcangel says "Angels are so gullible."

<> Liz just likes his Banana.

The man's mouth comes open in an automatic reflex. He says, "Banana peels."

<> Daimon says "HEY."

Daimon says "Do you want to know what has been going on?"

Hitherby's bug, in the car, flutters its wings loudly, producing a very slight buzz. It does not seem to be capable of speech as a singleton entity.

Sephar says, on the radio, to Azalea, "No panics yet. All seems under control."

The Seneschal shakes his head, vaguely. He says, forcing out the words, "Samivel? I'll report to the Boss later. What's going on out there?"

Azalea tells Sephar, dryly, "Thanks."

Hitherby's bug, however, realizes that this is silly; while she's got a whole Force in the bug *anyway*, she might as well collect any bugs that pass until she *can* speak. She can ditch them when the bug rejoins the main swarm.

Daimon, figuring it can't hurt anything, starts in on the whole Kobal has been arrested by Asmodeus for playing games with Renegades story.

Daimon speaks of the Boss in the usual tones dripping of reverence and loyalty.

After a couple of minutes, the Seneschal shakes his head. "I haven't got time for that now." He pauses. "What's that noise outside?"

The Seneschal rises from the bed shakily, beginning to walk forward.

Daimon gets up to help him walk.

Hitherby pages: Let me know when I have enough bugs with Sephar to talk :)

The Seneschal goes stock still. "Guns. _Shit_." He turns to say, over his shoulder, "Anyone..."

You paged Hitherby with 'Okay, you have bugs.'.

Hitherby, in the car, bugs gathered, murmurs to Sephar, "There might be something going on back at the defunct Dark Hunmor Tether. Or he may just be remembering things."

Daimon just follows this along.

The Seneschal dives for cover, going sprawling on the floor.

Daimon blinks, and stands out of the way.

The Seneschal shudders, covering his head, as though from shockwaves.

Liz arranges to keep out of the Seneschal's way.

Daimon kneels down next to him. "Who is doing this? Who is bombing the tether?"

The Seneschal gasps, "They're in suits, guns, one of them threw a grenade... shit, they got Samivel." He hauls himself to his feet, grasping at the bandaged

shoulder, and his eyes go wide. "It's Mad Dog... oh, hell."

Daimon says "Who is Mad Dog? You have to tell me. Who is Samivel?"

He says, breath still ragged, "Samivel's dead. They shot him. He'll be in Trauma. Mad Dog's the gunman. I..."

Daimon says "Who does Mad Dog work for? Who is he?"

The Seneschal puts his hands to his head, and cries out, a long wail of absolute despair and loss.

Daimon blinks.

The Seneschal says, "It's gone."

Daimon mutters, "Goddamn Game."

The Seneschal says, "I'm gone."

The Seneschal says, "Dead. Gone."

Daimon says, quietly, "If you don't tell me who Mad Dog is, we will all be dead."

The Seneschal says, "Got to... run."

Hitherby flutters her wings softly.

Daimon rocks back on his heels. "It's been two days. He must be eating dissonance already."

The Seneschal's eyes go blank. "Boss?" He tilts his head, as though trying to listen.

Hitherby hums, softly, "Dissonance? Why?"

Daimon fakes Kobal's voice. Emote! EMOTE!

<> Daimon rolls the d666 and gets 4 2 CHECK: 3.

<> Daimon says "Hey, I can emote."

The Seneschal rocks, holding his shoulder. "Boss? Someone said you were gone." His voice is childlike.

Daimon fakes Kobal's voice with the voice of an actor. "No, my loyal Seneschal, I am not gone. I'm still here. But we cannot egg them back if you do not tell me who Mad Dog works for."

The Seneschal says, pathetically, "He works for the Mafia here, boss. Crazy guy. Sniffs grenades like they were air-freshener."

Daimon continues with Kobal's voice. "My loyal Seneschal, do you know who the Mafia reports to?"

The Seneschal says, vaguely, "Sorry, boss. All I know is that they've got a high-up called Sancuzzi."

Daimon clutches his hands into fists.

Daimon . o O ( Fate. Fate. Dammit. )

Daimon continues with the Boss's voice, "You have been very loyal, my Seneschal. You should rest. Later, you will be rewarded."

<> Daimon wishes he could do the Boss's angst.

The Seneschal says, slowly, "Thanks. Boss." He begins to sag, eyes glazing as though he were finally giving in to total exhaustion.

Daimon tries to help the Seneschal back into bed.

Liz helps Daimon help the Seneschal.

The Seneschal stumbles across, and curls up under the blanket on the camp-bed.

Daimon sighs, looking irritated.

Hitherby decorates Liz's shirt pleasantly while she helps Daimon help the Seneschal.

Liz says "I'll go talk with Shemyaza if you want to keep an eye on him, just in case he talks."

Daimon says "Sure."

Liz says "I want to discuss some things with her, particularly appropriate contact measures."

Daimon realizes that another piece of the puzzle has slid into place nicely.

Daimon says "Sure. I can wait."

Liz says "Take care of yourself."

<> Daimon says "AH HA! Man, I sure have to call Terry a lot. Maybe I'll wait until I have more then one thing to tell him."

Liz smiles, and lets Hitherby stay, go, or split, as need be.

Hitherby hums, "Oh. Liz. Daimon."

Daimon says "Liz, I'm just going to be right here."

Hitherby says, "I have a phone number. For messages."

Liz says "Yes, Hitherby?"

Liz says "Messages?"

Liz mmms.

Demiurge says "Hitherby."

Demiurge says "Make an Int roll."

<> Hitherby rolls the d666 and gets 5 2 CHECK: 5.

Hitherby gets it wrong? :)

Demiurge says "Actually, everyone make an Int roll."

<> Liz rolls the d666 and gets 3 1 CHECK: 4.

<> Daimon rolls the d666 and gets 2 6 CHECK: 1.

Demiurge says "For those who just made their Int rolls (Daimon and Liz) it has just occurred to you that although nobody is in the room, there may be surveillance devices."

Liz nods.

Demiurge says "If you want to shut Hitherby up _before_ it buzzes, up to you."

Liz says "Hitherby, we can talk later, after we're in private."

Liz does so, but kindly.

Liz says "The lone wolf does not howl in the middle of a coyote pack, unless necessary."

Hitherby says, interrupted, "Oh." She makes an amused noise. "Well, I will say later, then. But it will be -- in case of emergencies. Separation, or my host near you dies ..."

Liz nods. "Of course. It makes a great deal of sense."

Liz says "We'll talk about it later, though."

Liz wishes Hitherby inhabited animals rather than bugs. It's sort of awkward to pet a bug.

<> Liz says "Mammals, not animals, excuse me."

There is nobody in the soundproofed corridor. It stretches in front of you, doors bland and impersonal.

Liz walks back down the hall to Shemyaza's office, knocks.

Liz has utterly no desire to know what's going on behind the other doors. Particularly since she might have to do something about it, afterwards.

Hitherby tags along, sneaky as only a brooch can be.

There is a pause, and then the door opens, held by a young woman in a black latex basque that matches the white one on the receptionist. There is a tracery of thin scars up the insides of her arms.

The young woman bows at the waist, and holds the door open.

Liz looks momentarily at the young woman, and her scars, so quickly she might not even notice it, and walks in.

Shemyaza is sitting at the desk, smoothing her sari back into position. She smiles across at Liz. "Did it go well?"

The young woman walks out, bowing again, and closes the door behind her.

Liz says "The Seneschal is not well, but we have two names. Mad-Dog, and Sancuzzi."

Shemyaza frowns delicately. "I don't know the first. We supply the second occasionally, if it's the one I think it is."

Liz smiles. "A trade of information?"

At your table, Daimon cuddles Pat-on-lap.

<> Daimon says "I take it I'm seneschal sitting."

Shemyaza says, regretfully, "Alas that it cannot be more. What do you need to know?"

<> Demiurge says "He seems to be asleep, Daimon."

<> Demiurge says "Even dreaming."

<> Daimon says "Dreaming?"

Liz says "Your information about Sancuzzi, in return for my information about Sancuzzi."

<> Demiurge says "Well, little twitches that would suggest dreams in a human."

Liz says "And related topics."

<> Daimon says "Why, that's odd, unless some other mean GM took some of my expanded dissonance rules. :)"

Shemyaza nods. "Very well. He is a respected don in one of the Mafia families. They run most of their own brothels. Occasionally they require someone, shall we say, specially trained."

Daimon looks over, and watches the Seneschal dream, rather confused.

Liz nods.

Liz says "Is he locally based?"

<> Daimon says "Do you do the Symphony bleeding through for demons as well?"

Daimon whips out his notepad, and on a new sheet of paper, makes some notes.

<> Demiurge says "Pooooossibly. Though it hasn't for Daimon. Though Daimon _would_ know that getting a Tether destroyed is hideously bad for the Seneschal."

Shemyaza says, "I believe his establishment is in one of the suburbs, but he has offices in downtown DC."

Liz nods. "May I have both addresses? I can assure you that we will not let the origin of the information be traced to here."

<> Daimon says "And he's soaking the dissonance now from normal diss conditions."

Daimon curious, reaches down, touches the Seneschal, and resonates.

<> Daimon rolls the d666 and gets 3 1 CHECK: 4.

Shemyaza frowns. "I..." She shakes her head. "Very well."

<> Demiurge says "Daimon, overpowering and total Need is HE WANTS HIS TETHER BACK. It was part of what he WAS, and he's haemorrhaging himself away from the loss of it."

<> Demiurge says "His personality is bleeding away."

Daimon sighs, sadly, because he can't do that.

Daimon knows you need, say, the BOSS to fix that.

Shemyaza dictates the address of a downtown office, then an address in Bethseda.

Liz writes both down, nods. "I realize, this is a major risk. It is a major risk for you even letting me walk out of here, in a normal situation. That I'm here, twice, in the same day, should give you an idea of the importance of the situation to me and my associates."

Liz says "Now, Sancuzzi."

Shemyaza nods, listening, and pleats her sari with her hands.

<> Demiurge rolls the d666 and gets 1 1 CHECK: 3.

Demiurge says "Will roll, btw, Liz."

<> Liz rolls the d666 and gets 3 4 CHECK: 1.

<> Liz wants her extra Celestial Force.

Demiurge says "As you're talking, you can't help noticing that Shemyaza is an attractive woman, and can't help feeling the atmosphere of the Tether, the perceptible touch of lust in the air."

Demiurge says "It's resistible. But you can't help noticing it."

<> Daimon sniffs. Is the seneschal doing anything? Is there anything I can poke around at? Can I make naughty gestures at the cameras?

<> Pat says "Flash them!"

<> Liz siiighs.

<> Daimon considers it. :)

<> Demiurge says "You can search the room, if you want, Daimon, and turn up an astonishing collection of pornography and sex toys."

Liz takes note, and, because it would be impolite to do otherwise, lets her eyes trail slowly (for an Ofanite), over Shemyaza's body.

<> Pat says "Have your evil and Funny twin make the Seneschal start dancing the Macarena."

<> Daimon says "Woo Hoo! I do this thing! I do really Funny yet Dirty things with the sex toys at the cameras."

Liz figures this is probably a nervous reaction for a Habbalite of Lust who's unhappy with the situation. And the prospect of having her Tether location known by the Other Side.

Pat . o O ( Why does that man have a French Tickler on his nose, Mommy? )

Demiurge nods.

Demiurge says "Shemyaza waits for you to tell her about Sancuzzi."

Liz clears her throat softly. "Sancuzzi."

Shemyaza smiles, softly. "Yes?"

Liz says "We have records linking Sancuzzi to Focals Investments. Focals is a local Game tether we tangled with recently. We got a good deal of information out of their computer systems."

Daimon has a good time like only a Kobalite can with sex toys, an unconscious Seneschal, a soundproofed room, and several cameras watching the whole thing. He hopes the security guards enjoy this.

Liz says "Focals was evidently involved in some sort of low level but increasing money laundering."

Shemyaza nods. "Fate and the Game. A logical pair. I should note, by the way, that we have preparations to move the Kobalite out fast if anyone wrong should come looking."

Liz says "Sancuzzi is one end. Bellman's Studios is another end. We have confirmation that Bellman's is a Tether of Nightmares."

<> Daimon says "Rules #1 and #2. Rule 1. Never let the Kobalite drive. Rule 2. Never leave the Kobalite alone with sex toys in a tether of lust."

Liz says "The money flow was from Sancuzzi, through Focals, to Bellman's, if I recall correctly. Standard money laundering. At the time, we thought Focalor was playing games behind his Superior's back. Obviously, we were incorrect."

Shemyaza frowns. "Oh, them. They're so wasteful. But I suppose it makes sense."

Liz says "There was a fourth name."

Liz says "Tokoda."

Liz says "Could be Japanese organized crime, another branch of Fate, perhaps."

Shemyaza shakes her head. "Nothing to me. I can try and look into it, if you like."

Liz says "Or it could be a Japanese electronics firm. If so, that might indicate Technology. We suspect Vapula may be involved in the little enterprise."

Liz says "Which is why I mentioned the disposition of Vapula to your Superior earlier."

Shemyaza pauses. "Mm. Vapula tends to sell toys to everyone." She shivers slightly. "Oh, yes, the Master mentioned it to me as well."

Liz says "If you have any Vapulan items onsite, I would be very, very wary of them. Moreso than usual."

<> Liz says "Does the shivering negate the Lust Projection effect, Demi?"

<> Demiurge says "Actually, it almost ups it."

<> Liz says "Yike."

<> Demiurge says "As though something crossed her mind which intensified it. Though now it's coming down again from the spike."

<> Daimon says "I don't want the seneschal boffing my chick!"

Shemyaza says, stroking one hand against the other, "I will have all the .. ah, equipment .. checked out at once. It will be an arduous duty, but I am sure that it can be done."

Liz doesn't mention how zoned the Seneschal looks. Hey, if she's a Punisher, she should be able to cope with her own emotions.

Liz smiles. "Personally, if need be?"

Shemyaza says, leaning forward a little, "I am a slave to duty."

Hitherby hums quietly, "Acceptance is the first step towards healing."

<> Daimon suddenly wishes that working for Lust wasn't a multiyear, having-to-take-dissonance-conditions thing. He wishes it was, say, 12 hours in a sleezy hotel room with a bag full of toys.

Liz says "I'm sure you Serve your Superior to the utmost of your ability."

<> Arcangel says "And to good looking Ofanim who would be so *cute* with wings... Batwings."

Liz says "We have good, if slightly incomplete, records of the Focals/Sancuzzi/Bellman's/Tokoda link."

Liz says "Any additional information would be appreciated, and we will, where possible, reciprocate the flow of information."

Shemyaza looks at Liz's hair, wistfully, then back to Liz again. "Excellent." She pauses. "I should mention that there are some things I am not to think about, but it sounds as if it makes sense to you."

Shemyaza's eyes shift to slightly zoned out again.

Liz waits for Shemyaza to continue.

Shemyaza says, shifting back to alertness, "Naturally we will be glad to provide all relevant services."

<> Jordan *TWITCH*

<> Demiurge | And we just love providing services to tall handsome Seraphim of Judgement.

<> Jordan ****TWITCH****

Liz says "Did your Master instruct you to provide any other information?"

Liz says "And did you have anything you, yourself, might find relevant?"

Shemyaza shivers again, the hairs on her arms standing up till she strokes them down. "I .. I'm not sure what's relevant. He just told me to assist you." She licks her lips.

Liz says, almost softly, "Shemyaza."

Shemyaza's eyes regain focus. She says, more composed, "Yes?"

Liz says "A favor. For the manners and hospitality you and your Master have shown."

Liz says "You've obviously had some business dealings with Sancuzzi."

Liz says "I'll assume, for a moment, that they're traceable and appear to be legitimate."

Liz says "In the next three to six months, the tax audit to end all tax audits is going to come down on Focals, Sancuzzi, Bellman's, and possibly Tokoda. Anyone they've done business with will probably be looked at carefully."

Shemyaza laughs, dryly. "It's appreciated. So noted."

Liz says "It is, as Daimon would undoubtedly wince at, a freebie."

Liz says "We have to work together. I don't expect it will necessarily be comfortable for either of us, but conside rthis a gesture of good will."

Liz says "I will take up the matter with my superiors as to the release of the detailed financial information to your Master."

Shemyaza nods. "I appreciate the gesture. I would offer to release the Kobalite to you, but frankly I think that he is safer with us."

Liz places a slip of paper with her cellphone numbers (both of them) on Shemyaza's desk, without coming quite into touch contact.

Shemyaza picks up the paper, and strokes it as she examines it.

Liz says "Call me if you have further information. My current role name is Liz Bradley."

Shemyaza says, "Certainly. We will do our best to keep you informed." She smiles faintly.

Shemyaza says, "In the meantime, we can also provide a basic Helltongue phrasebook, if you should come across anything that you need to try to translate."

Liz smiles back, a rather businesslike smile, really. Formal, appropriate, sincere.

Shemyaza says, "From training servants, you understand."

Liz says "Ah."

Liz says "No, thank you. Daimon has been good enough to provide immediate translation services, and my Organization has the capacity to provide further translation where required."

<> Arcangel says "Liz is well trained not to accept gifts, we see."

Shemyaza nods. "The offer is open, in any case."

Liz says "It does remind me though. Along with the tax audit, I'd imagine your staff will be checked to make sure everyone is of the proper age of consent and so forth. You probably have arranged for any appropriate political protection, but I wouldn'tcount on it being present in this instance. There will also likely be an on-site inspection. Please understand, this is not a threat, but

it's highly likely to happen."

Shemyaza says, flatly, "You assume that anybody will be able to find this place. But I am grateful for the warning."

Liz grins. "The humans have a saying about death and taxes."

Liz says "In any case, this has been far more pleasant than I expected. I'm grateful for that. Thank you. We'll speak soon."

Shemyaza rises. "Absolutely. Then again, I think our current goal is for us all to stay alive, no?"

Shemyaza inclines her head. "It was an interesting experience. I will look forward to seeing you again."

<> Arcangel says "And as much of you as possible, you yummy little Ofanite you."

Liz nods. "Stay alive, serve our Superiors, and prevent a new, and extremely unfortunate, power structure."

Shemyaza says, "A good summary. Do you need an escort out, or will you be able to find your own way?"

Liz says "Godspeed, Shemyaza. I'll find my own way out. Oh, the young woman at the desk? What's her name."

Shemyaza says, "Bethany."

Liz nods. "Human?"

Shemyaza nods.

Liz says "Her customer service skills are excellent."

Shemyaza says, "Thank you. I'll put it on her record. We welcome expert evaluations."

Liz bows courteously.

Shemyaza bows in return, then resumes her seat.

Liz walks out, shuts the door, and leaves Shemyaza to any, ah, activities she might wish to pursue.

Liz looks up and down the hall again.

The hall is still empty and silent.

Liz walks over to the 'rest room' door, knocks.

Demiurge will assume that Liz collects Daimon and leaves?

Liz stops in the front hall for a moment, if you please.

Demiurge says "Sure."

Liz steps over to the young woman at the front.

The girl looks up, rising. "Yes, mistress?"

Liz says "Bethany?"

The girl lowers her eyes. "That is my name, mistress."

Liz nods. "I thought you should know, I've informed your supervisor of the excellent service you've provided. Thank you for your courtesy. If you're ever in a position where you are looking to change careers, feel free to contact me, and we'll see about a potential placement. Strictly voluntary, of course.

Bethany shakes her head, eyes still lowered. "The mistress is very kind, but I am happy where I am."

Liz plucks out a personal card (not with Blue Sky on it), and holds it out. "None the less, things change. Give me a call if you're thinking of changing employers."

Liz resonates the girl when she looks at it.

The girl takes the card, but it means nothing particular to her. She's had job offers before.

Liz wants to find out how Shemyaza treats her staff, and if the girl is here by her own will, or if she's held.

Liz nods. Fair enough.

Liz cannot save those who do not wish to be saved.

Liz makes a note to compliment Shemyaza on the loyalty of her staff next time they talk, too.

Liz collects Daimon, and out they go.

Liz has just the most massive adrenaline rush as she gets into the elevator, she practically levitates the car herself.

Demiurge laughs.

Demiurge says "And Liz leaves. At the speed of light."

Liz says "Possibly faster."

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