Reunion

Persona leads the way down the corridor. The Ofanite whirls above, while the Malakim pace some distance behind.

Sepharnique paces after quietly, just watching carefully.

Chephirah pads reassuringly at Sepharnique's side.

Persona swivels his head to murmur, "Perhaps I should tell you a little more, to prevent any awkwardness?"

The corridor is a smooth and gleaming ivory, inlaid with occasional gold.

Sepharnique says "Certainly."

Sepharnique strokes Chephirah's head lightly as she walks, fingers scritching lightly behind the round ears.

Chephirah purrs softly.

Persona says, "From time to time, we allow people sent here by the Princess of Freedom a brief holiday. They take the form of angels themselves, and, well..." He shrugs.

Persona says, "Naturally, we assumed that your friend was in the same category. We will need to clarify the situation first, but it should be possible to work something out."

Sepharnique raises an eyebrow at the well, "Well... what?"

Sepharnique says "What do you do with these... 'angels' on holiday?"

Persona shrugs again, smoothly. "We let them play at being angels. I imagine that the Princess later holds this over them as a reward - or as a threat."

Sepharnique chuckles quietly.

Sepharnique simply walks on, letting them lead where they might.

Persona begins to lead the way down a wide staircase. Crystal-paned windows look out at a golden city outside.

Persona says, "It will probably be easiest if you stay with your friend, for the moment - though if your other friend, the other Kyriotate, should be awkward, I would appreciate your help in calming it."

Sepharnique says "Will you take the collar off when we reach our friend then? Rather than the cell? Or so long as we're 'out' they stay on?"

Persona says, "I would ask you to keep them on for as long as you are here. I will be glad to remove them when you leave."

Persona says, "They will make it obvious to the people who live here that you are guests, and therefore to be treated properly."

Sepharnique nods quietly at that.

Persona comes to a large pair of double doors at the bottom of the stairs, and gestures to one of the Malakim to open them.

Sepharnique wanders down the staircase, quietly eyeing the Malakim at the door.

Persona says, "I am afraid that I need to stay here. Perhaps you will let my assistant and these two escort you? They will take you to where your friend is."

Sepharnique says "That would likely be fine."

Outside the light is bright and harsh on the gold and ivory of the streets and spires. Distant sounds of movement and conversation drift through.

Persona nods, and furls his wings. "Journey towards enlightenment."

Sepharnique murmurs softly, "Walk with God."

Sepharnique walks out the door towards the odd light.

Chephirah follows.

The Ofanite spirals out, hovering ahead, still crooning slightly to itself. The two Malakim follow, at a moderate pace, swords sheathed.

Sepharnique follows the crooning Ofanite, looking around.

The Ofanite turns a corner, leading onto a main street. What might be the Cathedral of the Sword rears nearby, and they have just come out of the "Spires". Angels and blessed souls, pass in the street, and a couple of angels pass overhead.

<> Demiurge says "Sephar, try a Per roll."

<> Sepharnique rolls the d666 and gets 1 5 CHECK: 6.

<> Sepharnique grins.

<> Sepharnique *sees*.

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

<> Demiurge says "But Chephirah doesn't, alas."

<> Sepharnique nods, is getting mildly used to it.

But to Sepharnique's eyes, something is ... wrong. The blessed souls are smiling too widely, too uncertainly. The angels are ... wrong. Too gaudy, too violent.

Sepharnique murmurs softly, "The wings are wrong."

A couple of Malakim in the crowd, spiky chains taut around their chests, glance at Sepharnique and Chephirah as they pass. One comments something softly to another.

Sepharnique says that quietly to Chephirah's round ears and watches the two Malakim, listening quietly.

The second Malakite replies something, tone harsh, and the two pass on.

Chephirah growls, softly, "I still don't see it, but I trust you."

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

The Ofanite leads the way towards a large building, in the ubiquitous gold and ivory, set a little back from the main street among trees. Two Cherubim - no, not quite Cherubim - crouch by the gates, patiently.

Sepharnique strides after, unquestioning.

The Ofanite leads the way past the two Cherubim, and through the doors, which are opened to her knock. Inside, there is a reception area, with a desk, and an Elohite sitting at the desk.

The Ofanite croons, "Two, two to see Daimonique, the Lilim. How is she?"

The Elohite blinks. "She seems to have recovered somewhat from her hallucinations." It glances at Sepharnique, and its eyes widen, then it looks back to the Ofanite. "This will not excite her unduly?

Sepharnique smiles at the Elohite. "Why should she be upset by me?"

The Ofanite croons, "I am sure it will not. The uniting of absent friends, ah, an excellent idea, a passionate event. It will be good for her."

The Elohite looks at Sepharnique again, then glances at her collar. "She was rather disturbed when she woke up, ranting about bringing war and suffering and addiction."

The Elohite says, reassuringly, "She seems much better now, though."

<> Daimonique says "Well, maybe just suffering and addiction."

Chephirah rumbles a growl.

Sepharnique raises an eyebrow quietly. "Sounds like our Daimonique."

Sepharnique smiles sweetly at the reassurance, "She had better be."

The Ofanite croons, "Which room is she in?"

The Elohite is unfazed. "The door to your right, through the reading room, at the end of the corridor. Please do not disturb the other residents, as they are mostly resting."

The Ofanite nods. She croons to Sepharnique and Chephirah, "Is that enough? We can leave you here for the moment.."

Chephirah nods, clearly eager to get to The Attuned One.

Sepharnique nods.

The Elohite nods in turn, and gestures towards the door on their right.

Sepharnique goes towards the door, opening it to let Chephirah in first.

The Ofanite croons, "Later, later..." as she moves towards the outer door. The two Malakim follow her.

Chephirah leads the way through. On the other side is a largish room, of the lounge type, with a number of chairs and several bookcases. A Mercurian is sitting in one corner, hunched over a volume of something doubtless improving. At the far side of the room is another door.

Sepharnique goes to the other door.

Sepharnique opens it as well for Chephirah, quietly.

Chephirah heads through, into the corridor beyond of a dozen rooms or so, to the end, and knocks on the end door.

<> Demiurge says "Daimon, you hear a knock on your door."

Sepharnique then tries to change back to itself, as Chephirah knocks.

Daimonique sits up a bit from where she was lying on the bed, contemplating the joy that was the ceiling. "Yeah? Who is it."

Chephirah rumbles, "Chephirah."

Chephirah rumbles, "And Sephar."

<> Demiurge says "Sephar, it doesn't work."

Sepharnique grins quietly and then blinks mildly.

<> Demiurge says "You seem to be stuck in Daimonique form."

<> Demiurge says "But at least you have pants!"

Sepharnique says softly, "Hrm. I think I'm stuck."

<> Sepharnique grins, player was expecting it, but Sephar...

There is the sounds of scrapings as the chair is moved from where it was, under the doorknob, effectively locking it, and the door is opened.

Sepharnique frowns and tries again, steps one step back from the door as she hears the sounds.

Sepharnique sighs quietly as that doesn't work, either... so looks up when the door opens.

Daimonique stands in the doorway, in those wonderful white flowing robes.

Chephirah is standing there, winged tawny lion, with the amber scarf around its neck, and the gold-and-topaz collar round that. Sepharnique stands behind her, in full Daimonique model, with silver-and-sapphire collar.

Chephirah purrs happily, and rushes forward to rub against Daimonique.

Daimonique looks at Sepharnique.... stunned. Woah.

Sepharnique's eyes get very wide on seeing Daimonique in white flowing robes.

Sepharnique says "Woah."

Daimonique then leans down and huggles Sarah.

Sepharnique says "Oops. Uhm. It's... I think I'm stuck, Daimon."

Sepharnique looks just a bit lost in Daimonique's sleek suited form and then shrugs and steps forward to hug Daimonique a bit tentatively at first.

Daimonique says "Sephar, my secret twin sister!"

Daimonique goes right into Sephar's embrace.

<> Shannen says "Your spirit guide :)"

Sepharnique sighs a deep sigh and hugs Daimonique *tight*.

Chephirah rubs against the pair of them, wings rustling.

Sepharnique says softly, "Hey, you okay?"

Daimonique hugs back, just as tight. Mmmm Sephar, the spirit guide. And Sarah, the guardian angel.

Daimonique says "I'm physically just fine."

Chephirah murmurs, softly, "Should we go in and close the door?"

Sepharnique grins a bit at the sister, looks at Daimonique a bit sharply with the 'physically'.

Daimonique nods. "Yes, definitely. Come on, lets get out of the hallway."

Sepharnique nods at the agreement and moves in with the others.

Chephirah pads into the room.

Daimonique closes the door, and props the chair under the doorknob again.

Sepharnique nods with the prop, "Good idea."

Daimonique says "No kidding. There's no lock on these, and I'm starting to get seriously nervous."

Sepharnique says "Good reason."

Daimonique settles back to sitting on the bed, and grins. "Sephar, you look good like that. The suit hangs well. It's a nice cut."

Sepharnique says "As far as I seem to be able to see, all the supposed angels are actually demons in disguise."

Daimonique nods. "It gets much worse then that."

Sepharnique blinks and then blushes faintly at the grin and the compliment. "Thank... uhm... it's you..."

Sepharnique blinks at the rejoinder, "What?"

Daimonique says "As far as I can tell, this place is an asylum. They have been forcing demons to believe they've redeemed, and then they mess with them here, using faux angels and faux Archangels. And Terry is still here."

Sepharnique says "Oh."

Sepharnique blinks again, "Terry is still here?"

Daimonique says "Some of them really do, I think, want to Redeem. And some of the faux angels want to do some pretty bad things to them."

Sepharnique's eyes narrow at that quietly.

Daimonique gets down on her knees, and pulls from between the mattress the pack of smokes, the lighter, and the note.

Daimonique hands it all to Sephar.

Sepharnique says "So this is where the demons at that Tether went?"

Sepharnique takes the note and studies it along with the lighter and smokes.

Daimonique says "Yes. Usha, the demon that Aron is hunting is here, in the Hospice."

Sepharnique says "Oh."

<> Demiurge says "Heh."

<> Demiurge says "Daimonique, should I ask if you're considering the possibility that you're being listened to?"

Sepharnique blinks again at that last.

<> Daimonique says "Oh, you know what? I JUST thought of that."

<> Shannen grins.

<> Demiurge says "Oops."

<> Daimonique says "I'm hyper intelligent, not wise."

<> Demiurge says "Still, it's not as if Aron has any way of finding her, is it? :)"

<> Daimonique explains that away, yeah.

Sepharnique frowns just a bit and does its handsign that it used to use with Pat to Daimonique.

<> Daimonique says "I have, once again, fucked up."

<> Sepharnique has no idea if Pat taught Daimon its shorthand signs to Sephar during that week off...

<> Demiurge says "I doubt Sephar would get taught them. They are Judgement stuff."

<> Sepharnique says "No no..."

<> Daimonique says "Would Pat have taught me Judgment hand signals?"

<> Demiurge says "Though you might know a couple for "hush" or "we are listened to" or "deadly danger"."

<> Demiurge says "Yes, Daimonique."

<> Sepharnique says "Pat and Sephar had made up their own set of signs, not Judgement signs."

<> Demiurge says "Ah."

<> Sepharnique says "As Sephar couldn't have Judgement signs. So... but wonders if they were related enough that the simple ones might have gotten through..."

<> Demiurge says "There probably is enough relation to communicate very simple broad concepts."

<> Demiurge says "Like "hush" or "overheard" or "lying" or something."

<> Sepharnique nods at that quietly then.

Sepharnique hrms softly and sits down and tries it's sign for 'listened to' on Daimonique. "You know, those robes really do not do you justice."

Daimonique says "Bastards took my pants. But they look good on you."

Sepharnique says "And if there were a way to tell Aron... hrm." A sign for Malakim, then a sign for Cherub linked to... hrm... ASL spelled Usha. "Would you like the pants? I could probably use one of those robes for a skirt or something..."

<> Sepharnique says "ASL = American Sign Language."

Daimonique grins a bit. "Wearing robes and pants would look kind of silly, and in my current form, I might be scandalous if I went around topless. Although that might be entertaining for a while...."

Sepharnique grins.

Daimonique says "Nudity might be highly entertaining!"

Sepharnique says "It probably would be."

Sepharnique says "From what I've seen, it might even be useful."

Daimonique sighs. "So what do we do? This place is a prison."

Daimonique starts to wiggle out of her robes to get nekkid. Be Creationer! Go Buff!

Sepharnique says "It is. They've said that they are going to let us out in a few days."

Sepharnique's hand sign says 'untrue likely', and she watches Daimonique for any sign of understanding.

Daimonique drops the robes back and tries to rearrange them. But now they're all disarrayed. "Sure. After I Fall."

Sepharnique says "That it was a mistake that you were up with the rest."

Sepharnique sings, "You aren't going to Fall."

Daimonique blinks at the hand sign. "Damn straight."

Sepharnique sings it sharp and sure and absolute.

Chephirah purrs in agreement.

<> Sepharnique chuckles, "As absolute as a Servitor of Lightning."

<> Demiurge says "Yup."

Daimonique sighs. "So I guess we wait."

Sepharnique blinks quietly at the rejoinder and at Daimon watching her hands and then nods quietly. "Or gets as much information as possible."

Daimonique says "These poor demons are ill. I feel so bad for them."

Sepharnique frowns quietly at that. "The owner of the places said..." again the 'untrue likely' sign, "That Lilith was sending the collared ones here for a... vacation."

Daimonique lifts an eyebrow, and gestures with her head to the bars on the window.

Sepharnique says "And that this place existed on her approval."

Daimonique makes the equal sign for 'not likely'.

Sepharnique nods at Daimonique and the sign with an expression of satisfaction.

Daimonique makes a sign for 'we wait'.

Sepharnique nods.

Sepharnique adds the sign 'together'.

Daimonique says "And here I'm thinking that I could pass the time with having mad, torrid sex with myself, but I think that's too weird."

Daimonique grins.

Chephirah growls, "The leader is named Persona. He is," she pauses, "or he seems a Seraph."

Daimonique says "Persona? Never heard of him. But I assure you, he's not a Seraph, Sarah. No one here except _us_... we're the only angels."

Sepharnique blinks and blushes at the proposal and then grins back, tentatively at first, but then with a quiet sigh.

Daimonique scoots over and takes Sepharnique's hand in her own. Her very own twin sister!

Sepharnique holds Daimonique's hand happily, and is still blushing faintly.

Daimonique leans over and kisses Sepharnique on the cheek, and holds her.

Sepharnique says "Persona's pretty big, filled me with essence, no problem. Kept it as some guarentee that this collar will come off..."

Sepharnique holds Daimonique as well, gradually relaxing into the contact, easing tight held muscles for the first time in a while.

Daimonique cuddles Sepharnique tenderly.

Daimonique says "We'll be okay."

Chephirah curls up on the bed behind them, forming a backrest.

Sepharnique snuggles in close. "Yeah. I think so. *We* should be okay." and scritches Chephirah quietly as she snuggles in with Daimonique.

There is a knock on the door.

Daimonique sits up, and lets go of Sephar. "Who is it?"

Sepharnique stands up.

Sepharnique moves quietly to the door, motioning Daimonique towards Chephirah.

A voice says, calmly, "Zaeth. One of your fellow Redeemed."

Sepharnique just stands by the door to let Daimonique speak.

Daimonique says "What are you?"

Zaeth says, "Elohite."

Daimonique lifts an eyebrow, and nods for everyone to get back.

Daimonique then moves the chair away and opens the door slowly.

Sepharnique shakes her head gently.

Daimonique says "No?"

Daimonique starts to close the door again.

Sepharnique sighs and sets Daimonique back from the door to open it herself, signs, "They want you" and a snapping motion.

An Elohite - though with a slight oddness to her eyes, and with a set of bruises mottling her left shoulder - stands on the other side. She has a wodge of white fabric over one arm, topped with a golden cord.

Zaeth says, mildly, "I brought some clothing."

Sepharnique says "We have plenty, thank you."

The Elohite has a gold-and-ruby collar.

Daimonique stands there, blinking.

The Elohite says, "My apologies. I was told to bring it so that your sister could change into more appropriate clothing."

Sepharnique 's nostrils flare just a bit with the bruises.

The Elohite says, to Sepharnique, "Might I ask who Redeemed you?"

Daimonique says "My sister is in appropriate clothing. It hangs very nicely off her."

Sepharnique looks totally baffled by the question.

The Elohite bows her head. "I will hope to see you later, then. Your pardon." She turns, walking away.

Sepharnique sighs quietly. "What will they do to you if you return with that clothing?"

Daimonique starts to close the door. "That was... shall we say... bizarre."

The Elohite turns, looking mildly baffled. "Nothing. This is Heaven. I have not disobeyed."

Sepharnique nods at Daimonique then nods at the Elohite, "Then go in peace."

The Elohite nods, and departs.

Daimonique finishes closing the door and props the chair back up.

Daimonique says "I'm officially scared, Sephar."

Sepharnique grins wryly, "I'm terrified."

Daimonique says "I'd say we should run, but there is nowhere to run TO."

Sepharnique says "Exactly."

Daimonique says "And the worst is that there is no where to hide, and we can only do so much to defend ourselves."

Daimonique walks over to hold Sephar.

Sepharnique hugs Daimonique tightlyand whispers in her ear, "And everyone is running to us, Aron has a fix on Usha, and his host is coming here."

Chephirah growls, "If nothing else can save us, then we have our Bright Lords to call upon."

Daimonique says "I know."

Sepharnique nods at Chephirah.

Sepharnique says "But I'm a little worried about..." she gestures after the bruised 'Elohite' "... well, them... what will they do with them?"

Sepharnique says "I trust my Lord to do what's correct. But..."

Sepharnique sighs.

Daimonique says "I don't know. I just don't know."

Sepharnique nods and chuckles, "I guess this is what faith is for."

Sepharnique plucks unconsciously at her collar.

Daimonique says "I'm working on the faith part. As long as we still have the Symphony and each other, we should be able to get through this."

Sepharnique nods. "We will."

Daimonique guides Sephar over to the bed for some warm caring cuddling and a little mutual propping up of hope and spirit.

Sepharnique gets on the bed and snuggles up with Daimonique and Chephirah, and worries, deeply about those outside.

Daimonique just waits, because there isn't anything much else to do.

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Fiat Justitia