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Maasiai sprints, mouth showing just the traces of a leonine predator's grin.
Pat goes crunch crunch crunch through the snow, pacing Maasiai.
Maasiai . o O (Next time, we *don't* stop and play with the insane people, but report them when
we get back...)
The screams and thudding noises die away in the distance, as they cross a boundary... and are
abruptly running on grey sand, across wide grey dunes, under a grey sky. Dark mountains rear
in the distance.
Maasiai continues loping, putting distance between the surviving insane angel and them, and
covering the distance to Subject #1.
Pat thinks, yes, running away from crazed Malakim is wise.
Eventually, they are deep in the sand. No other sounds follow them. The only landmark is the
outcrop of mountains.
Maasiai settles into a steady run, keeping an eye out for more crazed Malakim, or Attuned Subject
#1.
Pat says "Past the mountains?"
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Maasiai shrugs and points in the direction she's headed. "That way."
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Maasiai waves her hand vaguely in that direction, then. "That way."
Pat nods. "Let's go."
The grey dunes stretch ahead, rolling and undulating. The mountains rise darkly to the left.
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As he glances across the sands, Pat spies - footmarks. Tracks, even.
Pat gestures to Maasiai, and angles towards the tracks.
Maasiai blinks at the tracks and nods, altering to follow them.
The tracks might be those of three or four sets of feet. They lead towards a gully that runs
towards the mountain.
Pat squats down to examine the tracks.
Maasiai pauses to wait for Pat to do this thing.
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Pat straightens. "Hm. Does this lead in the right direction?"
Maasiai squints.
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Maasiai squints at the horizon. "He should be ... there somewhere. There's nothing there. The
tracks go in roughly the right direction -- a bit skew."
Pat nods. "We'll correct later then." And he starts walking again.
Maasiai nods. "We're following the tracks, then?" she asks quietly.
Pat says "For now."
The tracks lead into a long gully, that runs towards the mountains.
Maasiai nods again and follows along alertly.
At a few hundred yards from the mountains, there is a spot where the sand is mussed, as though
three or four people had stood there for a discussion for a short while.
Pat pauses at the scuffed spot, and looks for the continuation of the tracks.
Maasiai halts behind Pat and keeps watch, taking care not to get in his way or step in the tracks
he's following.
The tracks continue around the corner; first the barefoot pair (which didn't come back), then one
pair which went round, then came back, then went back again with the other two.
Pat squints. "Hm. Still the proper direction?"
Maasiai nods.
Pat nods, and continues around the corner, then.
Maasiai paces as quietly as possible, behind him.
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As Pat glances around the corner, he sees ahead in the open a cave set into the side of the
mountain - a cave that might hold a tunnel-mouth - and two human-formed guards lounging by
it.
Pat finds himself something to duck behind.
Maasiai hunkers behind Pat, tapping his shoulder so she can sign, "?" at him.
Pat shrugs to Maasiai, turns back to the guards, and resonates on one at random.
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Pat frowns, communicating his blindness to Maasiai in a curt gesture.
Maasiai grimaces.
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As Pat and Maasiai watch, they both independently notice a niche in the rock, some way around
and to the side from where they are. Though nobody is _visible_ there, both have a feeling that
someone is concealed and watching.
Maasiai taps Pat on the shoulder and points at the niche.
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Pat nods. Several quick gestures are made, including 'supposition' and 'Habbalah'
Maasiai lifts an eyebrow and gestures, "Known?"
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Pat flips a few fingers out. 'likely'.
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Maasiai gauges the distance and whether the niche could be snuck up upon.
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Maasiai . o O (Hmm.)
Pat looks into the niche again, pointedly.
Maasiai gestures, "Watchers around corner?" to Pat.
Pat nods, indicating that there are two.
Maasiai looks for a rock and hands it to Pat (if one can be found). Gestures, "Distraction throw
in there?"
Pat peers at the rock. Demonstrates his lack of muscle mass. Hands the rock back.
Maasiai contemplates her throwing skills.
Maasiai gestures to Pat, "I throw, Power?"
Pat nods.
Maasiai aims the rock carefully, trying to judge the least obvious trajectory. She doesn't want it
to hurt, she wants it to make noise in the niche and make the guards investigate.
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The rock curves across the open area, clattering into the niche.
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The guards come alert, jerking upright, and glance around. They don't, however, seem to have
been alert enough to work out quite where the noise came from.
Maasiai. o O (***)
One guard mutters to the other, low-toned. They begin to do a quick sweep around the area,
moving in a circle with their backs toward the mountain and cave.
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Maasiai hisses to Pat, "Shall we?"
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Pat gauges the 'best' moment to run, and takes it.
Maasiai follows Pat, as silently as she is able.
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The guards don't seem to notice, as Pat and Maasiai slip into the silence of the cave.
Inside, a long dark tunnel stretches out. A torch burns at the far end, dimly.
Maasiai doesn't stop till she's around a corner.
Pat whispers, softly, "Direction?"
Maasiai gets round the corner near the torch, then checks direction.
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As they reach the first torch, the tunnel forks multiply. Down one tunnel - and only one - a torch
can be seen burning in the distance.
Maasiai grimaces and points. "That way." That way is solid rock. *sigh*
Maasiai looks to the Elohite for opinions. Wander in the darkness or follow the light?
Pat ponders this for a moment.
Maasiai waits for the brains of this operation to decide what to do.
Pat shrugs, looks for a quarter.
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Pat rolls a 2-sided die. << IC in Progress >> says "1"
Pat pockets the quarter after flipping it, and heads for the lit tunnel.
The tunnel leads to the torch at the end, then forks again; again, only one of the forking exits has
a torch at _its_ far end.
Maasiai wonders if Pat is taking that "Be Objective" direction a bit overmuch, as she follows.
In the distance, deep groaning echoes stir with some far-off hymn or chant.
Pat looks at Maasiai at the next fork.
Maasiai wishes she had hackles to rise effectively at the chanting.
Maasiai shrugs, then whispers, "At least we can see what's happening with the torches?"
Pat nods. "And possibly find a way to the surface."
Pat heads torchwards.
Maasiai follows, occasionally raising her head to scent the air as if it would help.
Perhaps half a dozen or so torches later, they come to the foot of a stairway leading upwards.
Pat looks up. Looks at Maasiai. Ascends the stairs.
The stairs open, at the top, into a well-lit room.
Maasiai follows Pat. Quietquet.
At the top of the stairs is a large granite room, with an ivory door. A Mercurian sits at a desk,
fiddling with several sheaves of documents, a computer terminal beside it. The walls are lined with
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Maasiai is following Pat -- peeking, preferably!
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Maasiai's lip lifts in a silent snarl. Bad Things Here.
Pat frowns, stepping (hopefully) out of earshot and flickering rapid signs at Maasiai. 'Tactic or
cover suggestions?'
Maasiai ponders tactics.
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The "Mercurian" begins to tap on her computer keyboard, busily.
Maasiai shrugs at Pat. Gestures back, "Your witness, Power," and smiles. Wryly.
Pat smiles thinly, and heads back up the stairs, seven different kinds of arrogant.
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Maasiai _eyes_ Pat's back, and follows, three different kinds of looming and apathetic.
The Mercurian looks up from her work, and blinks.
The Mercurian looks faintly martyred. "Names and Princes, please."
Pat fixes the Mercurian with a stare. "Please keep your hands where we can see them. Your
cooperation will be noted in our report."
Maasiai looms nicely.
The Mercurian blinks, wide-eyed. The right side of her body tenses. "I beg your pardon?"
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Maasiai glides over to get behind the Mercurian and make sure that both hands are in sight.
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The Mercurian keeps her hands on the desk. "Game, I take it?"
Maasiai follows Pat's lead, thinking of how much she wants to pat this person down.
Pat smiles, perhaps cruelly. "You're presuming. Presumption is not your place. Your place is to
remain calm and allow us to determine what we need, and to hope sincerely that we have no
reason to include you as more than a footnote in our report. Is that clear?"
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The Mercurian blinks, regarding Pat big-eyed.
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Maasiai slides to behind the Mercurian.
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The Mercurian says, "I'll be glad to help in any way that I can. Who do I have the honour of
addressing?"
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Maasiai considers. She could use some Essence.
There is a knock on the ivory door.
Maasiai gets in *behind* the Mercurian, signs at Pat, "WELL, Power?"
The Mercurian glances towards the door, then to Pat, inquiringly.
Pat steps to the side of the desk opposite the door, and nods to the 'Mercurian'.
The Mercurian calls, calmly, "Who is it?"
A sexless voice replies, "Hemnun. I have those files you wanted. May I come in?"
The Mercurian glances to Pat, again, with flattering deference.
Pat flicks a gesture to Maasiai 'kill her if you must' and then nods to the faux whitewing.
The Mercurian calls, "Come in."
Maasiai smiles faintly and gathers herself to wrap her hands around that fluffwing's throat.
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The door comes smashing open, as two heavy-shouldered "Malakim" come crashing through,
with a paler Elohite behind them. At the same moment, the Mercurian attempts to throw herself
forward across the desk, away from Maasiai.
Maasiai grabs for the Mercurian's wings, hoping to get them and put a knee into her back
*HARD*.
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Indeed, the Mercurian does not move fast enough, and the Mercurian is pinned on the desk, wings
painfully grasped.
Pat looks over the desk for a letter opener.
One of the two "Malakim" heads for Pat, the other for Maasiai. The "Elohite" flicks a quick gaze
across the office, and orients on Pat.
Maasiai plays 'see if the wings or spine go first' and snarls, "Hold it!" to the 'Malakim.'
There is indeed a letter-opener on the desk.
The "Mercurian" screams, struggling. Feathers are strewn across the desk.
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Pat picks up the letter opener, casually. "You have precisely ten seconds to cease your
movements."
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The Elohite regards Pat. She says, simply, "Grief."
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The "Malakim" hold back a few paces, though circling. One barks, "And who are you supposed
to be?"
Maasiai just continues to try to break the 'Mercurian's' spine, slowly, keeping it between her and
the advancing people.
The Mercurian shrieks again, wriggling.
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Pat turns the letter opener in his fingers. "You have attracted far too much attention. There is a
great clamouring for inquiry. We would /hate/ to have to give a poor report."
The Mercurian's spine snaps. She goes limp. Maasiai feels a rush of Essence.
Maasiai smiles, holding the corpse. "Foolish demon," she purrs softly, softly.
The Elohite eyes Maasiai. She murmurs, "Fear."
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Maasiai smirks.
The Elohite's face twists, in a surprisingly Habbalite expression.
Maasiai hisses back, "Yes. Fear."
The first Malakite says, "Okay. If you're from the Game, are you with the previous group?"
Maasiai edges over to Pat to deliver the Essence she just got.
>From the other side of the ivory door, there are faint noises that might be approaching
footsteps.
Pat says "If we were with the previous group, there could be collusion. You know the rules better
than that. We were told of six pairs. How many Asmodeus actually sent, I leave as an exercise for
those with time on their hands."
Pat says "Now. I hope you realize the value of cooperation."
The Malakite nods. "Give us the countersign, then."
>From afar, Maasiai is transferring 3 measures of Essence to Pat.
Long distance to Maasiai: Demiurge nods. You can.
Pat just /glares/ at the Malakite.
The Malakite nods. "Okay. You have clearance. What can we get for you?"
The Elohite steps backwards to the ivory door, reaching for the handle.
Maasiai points at the Elohite. "Stop."
Pat says "Listen to her."
The Elohite smiles at Pat. "Why don't you listen to her, if you like her so much?"
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Pat sighs wistfully. It's a shame that we're working when we could be getting down to some
serious cuddles.
The Elohite rapidly slips through the door.
Pat turns back to the Malakim. "You know how the Bright Sisters are to be handled."
The Malakite blinks. "What do you mean?"
Maasiai edges into a better spot to prop up the wall and incidentally have a good angle of attack
on one of these 'Malakim.'
Maasiai . o O (I am surrounded by packages of Essence. Drat, only 1 per day.)
Pat says "Don't play games, /Virtue/ (said with all due sarcasm). We have confirmation that you
are holding one here. That Media lizard spilled it all."
The Malakite shows teeth. "She's in line for due streaming. It's been cleared at the highest
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Pat wrinkles his nose. "Whose highest level? She's our property."
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The Malakite says, "By what right?"
Maasiai grins ferally.
Pat says "By the rules of the Game, as it has always been."
Pat says "Are you intending to be difficult, Virtue?"
There is a rustle at the door, then it begins to open again.
The Malakite says, squaring shoulders, "If you're here to collect her formally, then you'll have due
clearance."
Maasiai wants a Malakite to be between her and the door. Shield.
Pat reaches into his overcoat. "Of course."
The Elohite enters first, then a brilliant-scaled Seraph, wings glittering with rainbow gems, eyes
as silver as mercury.
The Seraph murmurs, "Perhaps I can be of some assistance here.
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Pat slips the feather out of his pocket, twirling it much as he did the letter opener.
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The Seraph flicks a glance across the room, eyes moving to the Feather. Then his wings swell in
a rainbow of colour, and he Sings.
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The Malakim stagger, also. The one near Maasiai just sits down and plays with his fingers.
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Pat blinks several times with great rapidity. Peers at the Seraph. Blinks again. Snaps the feather
almost as an afterthought.
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Maasiai decides the Hell with it, and tries to pick up the Malakite nearest her and swing it at the
Seraph.
Maasiai . o O (And then I run like Hell out that door behind it I hope.)
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The Malakite is just too heavy for convenient missile use, though he makes a pleasant-sounding
thud on the ground.
Pat says "Oooh."
The Seraph laughs, the sound a growing melody of harps as his wings fully unfurl, and he Sings
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