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Aron does, in fact, unfurl his bruise black wings and push into the air. He makes for the walls.
The walls are high, but achievable. They seem largely unguarded, though a couple of - Cherubim?
- patrol along them in the distance. On the other side lies Heaven - or something like Heaven.
Aron frowns. "There should be Malakim on the walls."
Several major "landmarks" of Heaven look fairly recognisable. A large Glade, wide Groves, high
Council Spires, a tower such as Marc might have, halls like those of Eli or Jean - but smaller, and
crammed into the golden City.
Azalea says "Phineas did say he thought something was wrong."
Below, angels and souls can be seen moving through the main thoroughfares, but far fewer than
are in Heaven.
Aron nods. "I am inclined to agree. Is this a lost dreamscape, I wonder."
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Aron frowns. He considers his compass.
The compass might be pointing towards that building - or any other building in a line with it.
Aron nods. "There, I think," he says, pointing to the stray building.
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Aron does angle a bit higher, trying to get a better look at the building before making towards an
entrance.
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The building seems to be mainly one of gold, sparkling on windows and roofs, set in some minor
grove or arbour - a largish building, with several angels near the door.
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Hitherby looks, in particular, for the proper place to keep chained angels.
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Aron says "For a reflection of Heaven, this place is disturbingly impure."
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Hitherby dips towards the remaining three.
Aron slows his ascent and waits, albeit warily.
Hitherby comes to a halt beside the others, stormcloud wings beating slowly, the six oath chains
placid against her chest. "Thank God," she says. "The cavalry."
Aron raises an eyebrow. "Explain."
Hitherby says, in a rush, utterly forgetting to make introductions, "They have Sephar and Sarah
still, I think; I haven't seen Daimon since we got here. The Game was here; they've got some
angels, I think, brainwashed by Balseraphim to think they're really in Heaven. At least, that's my
current take on things. Sometimes they stage 'escapes'."
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Aron says, carefully, "Who are you?"
Hitherby blinks.
Hitherby looks down.
Hitherby blushes a deep purple.
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Hitherby says, "Hitherby." She grins. "I've been confusing my trail."
Aron looks amused. "Indeed you have." His smile fades. "So this place; it belongs to the
Game?"
Hitherby then resets her face into appropriate Malakite lines.
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Hitherby says, "I don't think so. We have the Media and Dark Humor involved, at the least, and
the Game obviously knows of the place. I don't know if they participate. ... and Technology, at
that."
Aron's features settle into hard, sharp lines. "So Dark Humor has participated in the kidnap of
Daimon."
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Hitherby says, "I don't know if Dark Humor participated. It is safe to say that Dee Aitch knows
she's here, though."
Aron says "And have done nothing. Despite her efforts to save their Prince."
Aron's eyes grow black. "Very well. Where are they being kept?"
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Hitherby says, "The Council Spires. But they were talking nice-nice while I escaped, so I think
they're okay. We have a larger problem, to wit the brainwashed and chained angels." She thinks.
"I estimate that there are a lot of them." She considers. "Although if we want to get them out first,
that's okay."
Hitherby says "Seph 'n Cheph, I mean."
Aron considers. "No, you are right. The other angels should be freed, first."
Aron says, after a moment, "I am very angry."
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Hitherby says, "Anger is appropriate. Especially for a warrior."
Aron nods. "How are the captive angels guarded? And, were they brainwashed with the infernal
device?"
Hitherby rattles off the buildings where she knows that the "angels" *aren't* being kept.
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Hitherby says, "I haven't found the chained ones yet. I don't know how they were brainwashed.
I just know that it would be completely idiotic to fake Heaven if you can't convince people that
they're there."
Hitherby says, "They're setting up some strange stuff at the fake Jean's place." She glances down.
"And that place looks funky." She glances off in another direction. "The Halls of Creation are
pretty empty."
Hitherby says "The Council Spires is where they do scripting, I think. Um, I'm not sure why
they're scripting things."
Aron says "They wouldn't know what to put there."
Aron's smile is thin.
Hitherby says "But they are."
Aron says "Usha, the target of our quest, is in that building."
Aron checks the compass, to confirm.
Indeed, the compass points towards that building.
Hitherby blinks.
Hitherby furrows her brow.
Aron says "It is a good place to start."
Hitherby says, "Maybe that's an interrogation area."
Aron says "Perhaps it is. Let us discover."
Hitherby says, "I will follow your lead."
Hitherby says, "All the demons are disguised as angels. Or supposed to be. By the way."
Hitherby says "But if they're not wearing a chain, it's safe to say they're fair game."
Aron wraps himself, if he can, in armor to match his wings.
Aron nods. "Perhaps," he says as he fades, "it would be best if you led."
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With a ripple, Aron fades from clear view.
Phineas says to Aron, "So .. I can bend reality to my will? Make things appear, or happen?"
Aron nods. "You can, indeed."
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Phineas hmms and looks around, checking out the garb of the various angels, and seeing if he fits
in or needs to change things.
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No other angels are conveniently near them - and given what they've been talking about, this may
be a good thing.
Other angels are visible in the streets below, and seem - from the distance - much as normal.
Aron murmurs, "Perhaps it will be best if Hitherby leads."
Azalea says "The question is: should we all change form?"
Phineas shrugs and seems to have taken quite the backseat role while in the Marches.
Hitherby says, "Yes."
Aron says "I shall attempt to remain unseen. The rest of you should, yes."
Hitherby says, seriously, "Some of them can see through disguises. It's best if they see something
... other than the surface appearance, at least. Particularly for you, Phineas, since I think they just
get vague impressions."
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Phineas looks at Hitherby, "I have absolutely no idea what you just said. Come again?"
Hitherby says, "One Habbalite saw through my disguise, but so poorly that he thought I was a --"
Her voice catches. "A --" She coughs vigorously. "Similarly, if you look like some other kind of
angel, and they see through, they'll probably see you fuzzily enough to think you're an
Impudite."
Hitherby says "I'm not sure that this trick has any value for Azalea."
Azalea says "Why?"
Phineas hmms and shrugs, "Alright .." He considers what kind of demon to look like .. one that
wouldn't be odd carrying around a large axe.
Hitherby says, "If you disguised yourself as a Cherub, and someone saw through it, Azalea, they
couldn't mistake you for a demonic Band -- I mean, Ofanim have a pretty unique appearance.
That's just about as bad as someone perceptive being unable to see a disguise at all."
Hitherby sighs. "I'm probably trying to be too clever."
Phineas says "Wait a second ..."
Azalea says "I hate looking like this."
Phineas says "You want me to try and look like another _angel_?"
Phineas looks confused.
Aron says "I will explain."
Aron says "We are in a place filled with demons pretending to be angels."
Phineas says "Please, because right now I'm feeling like a moron, I don't like that."
Aron says "So, to fit in, we must pretend to be demons pretending to be angels."
Phineas says "Alright .. so why do I need to make myself look like a different angel, if I've already
got the perfect disguise?"
Aron says "If you make yourself look like another angel, and that disguise is pierced, your true
self is only perceived vaguely, it seems."
Aron says "And so you might still be mistaken to be a demon. Thus, the two-layer disguise is
preserved."
Phineas hrms ..
Phineas says "How well can they pierce the disguises?"
Aron turns to Hitherby.
Phineas says "Because, frankly, if it is a hit or miss situation. I'll just stay as is and make them
think that I'm better at disguises than they are."
Hitherby says, "I don't know."
Aron says "Reasonable enough."
Aron says, to Azalea, "Strength, sister."
Hitherby says "I've seen through all of theirs. Sephar didn't. Only one saw through mine. But, um,
I bet there are some out there with clear eyes."
Azalea says "It's dangerous, though, if I /can't/ disguise myself, and you don't when you
could."
Azalea says "One angel-looking angel could be a mistake; two is an alarm."
Phineas smiles, "I'm better at talking my way out of things than disguising myself." He looks at
Azalea and shrugs, "Good point. Alright.. Malakim, here I come." He closes his eyes and imagines
himself a Malakim of War.
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Hitherby swirls in the air, trying to obscure Phineas from the most likely eyes-to-see-him.
Nobody seems to notice anything up on their level.
Phineas opens his eyes and looks at himself, "Damn .. I'm just not any good at this. I'm a
realist."
Aron says "Hm."
Aron wonders if he can attempt to change Phineas' appearance.
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Phineas sighs and closes his eyes again, taking deep breaths and a bit more time.
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The wings darken, oath-chains cross his chest, and Phineas blurs into the form of a stern-browed
Malakite.
Aron says "Not bad."
Aron says "Shall we proceed?"
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Phineas opens his eyes, "Well, I'll be .." He looks at his hands, lifts the oath-chains then shrugs,
hefts his axe again nods to Aron.
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Below waits the golden-walled building. Two "Cherubim" lounge outside the door.
Hitherby says, thoughtfully, "Try looking like you're about to eat some hapless demon's heart,
Phineas. I think they have an exaggerated opinion of Malakite blood-lust."
Hitherby dons such an expression herself.
Phineas furrows his brows and snarls a lot. He lowers his voice to a gruff sorta growl, "How's
this?"
Phineas does a lot of squinting at things, too.
Hitherby makes the OK sign with her fingers.
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Azalea says, irritably, "If I'd known that I was to spend the rest of eternity moving in tiny little
circles I might have rethought this whole Redemption thing."
Phineas looks at Azalea and just growls a little.
Azalea says "I feel like a screen saver."
Hitherby blinks.
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Hitherby says, "I understand that you can determine an Ofanite's age by counting the rings."
Phineas opens his mouth to ask a question then closes it.
Azalea growls at Hitherby. Then, "So, what next?"
Hitherby looks amused for a moment, and then sighs. "Sorry."
Hitherby reassumes blood-thirst.
Phineas says in a gruff voice, "Yeah, but you gotta cut em in half, to see the rings. hur hur
hur."
Hitherby says, "Let's go." and begins to spiral down towards the building.
Phineas does likewise, following Hithermalakim.
The two "Cherubim" outside, both large winged dire wolves, lift their heads as the two "Malakim"
and the Ofanite come drifting down.
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Aron checks his compass as they enter.
Hitherby lands and attempts to stalk right past them.
The compass points right ahead, into the building.
One of the Cherubim rumbles something deep in his throat, but neither makes any attempt to stop
the angels.
Inside, there is a large marble-floored entrance lounge, with a couple of doors leading off it, a few
chairs, and an Elohite sitting at the desk.
Phineas casts them both a glance and squints menacingly, then just walks past them as if he owns
the joint.
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The Elohite inclines its head to the angels. "Good day. Are you here for anybody in
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Hitherby mutters, "Usha."
The Elohite reaches behind her desk, and checks a list of names. "I thought her scripting was on
hold for the moment. Or have you had orders?"
Aron drifts behind the desk, if possible.
Phineas squints and looks around the room, then fixes the Elohite with a bloodthirsty glare.
There are several things visible beside the desk. A whip, for one. Several folders and piles of
paper. And an electronic button about level with the "Elohite's" knee.
Hitherby says, softly, "Yes. From Persona." Raising her voice slightly, "Or are you *questioning*
me?"
Aron tries to skim some names off the list the Elohite's holding.
The Elohite considers a moment, lip curling, then says, "No, no. Not if you have orders. Are you
three working on her together, or do you require some other subjects for reinforcement?"
The names on the Elohite's list are none of them offhand identifiable; Karellin, Siadon, Methiel,
Zephachin, Allos, Lammas...
Hitherby says "Just her, first. Then send some others in in fifteen minutes."
The Elohite nods professionally. "How many, and any particular Choirs or subjects?"
Phineas grins a little, "We're very thorough."
The Elohite glances to Azalea. "Any preferences?"
Azalea says "No."
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Hitherby says, "No specific subjects. Seraphim are preferable."
Phineas just looms.
The Elohite nods. "Through the door to the left, down the corridor, third room on the right. I'll
see that a couple of others "walk in" shortly after that. Enjoy yourselves."
The Elohite nods to the mentioned door.
Hitherby turns and walks in that direction, as if assuming the others will follow.
Phineas goes 'last', giving Aron room infront of him.
Aron takes the space, gratefully, and slps in.
Azalea follows, trying to look as restrained an Ofanite as only Azalea can.
The door on the left leads to a pretty ivory-walled corridor, with the occasional pastel picture of
peaceful landscapes. There are perhaps a dozen rooms off it.
Hitherby's nerves jangle. Think Elohite. Act Calabite. Look Malakite. Thank *God* I'm a
multitasker.
Hitherby walks to the third door on the right, lifts her hand as if to knock, hesitates, and then tries
the handle.
The handle turns, and the room is clearly unlocked.
Phineas continues to go last.
Hitherby opens the door all the way so she can see as she walks in.
Aron precedes Phineas in and, like the others (he imagines), takes stock of the room.
Inside, the room is clean and white and airy. A golden grill is across the window, with the
character for "Hope" worked into it. A pale-winged "Seraph" is curled on the bed, a book open
in front of her.
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The "Seraph" - recognisable as Usha to Aron and Azalea - has a gold-and-opal necklace around
her throat. The room has bed, bedside table, chair, a small jug of water and glass, and that is
all.
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Usha's six eyes go wide. She spreads her wings humbly and slithers off the bed, hastily bowing
her forehead to the ground.
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Hitherby looks at the door, which is wide open. If it's not obvious that it can be locked from the
outside, she closes it almost the whole way.
Phineas whispers to Hitherby, very, VERY quietly, "Is this one real?"
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Aron, meanwhile, looks around the room searching for some form of surveillance.
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Hitherby closes it most of the way, then.
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Hitherby says, "Usha?"
Hitherby shakes her head, the tiniest fraction, at Phineas.
You sense Phineas wonders if Usha is one of the names on the list.
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Aron does, in fact, crawl under.
You paged Phineas with 'She was, yes. Usha, Balseraph of Haagenti. One of the names not
marked with a star.'.
Under the bed is dusty. And dark. And kind of smelly. And there is a thin wire running from one
of the legs of the bed, where it's attached to something small and techno, to a hole in the wall.
Usha keeps her head bowed. "Yes, masters."
Hitherby says, coldly, "You can look up."
Usha lifts her eyes tentatively, wings carefully held controlled.
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Hitherby says, softly, "Have you been enjoying Heaven?"
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Usha's wings tremble. "I am glad to be atoning for my sins, master."
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Azalea glares at Usha as much as a ring of fire can.
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There is a brief, near-inaudible squelching noise from under the bed.
Hitherby assesses that, and then looks faintly ill. Softly, keeping her voice as even as she can, she
murmurs, "Is there anything that would ... improve your stay?"
Phineas places his axe on the ground, blade down, and crosses his hands on the base of the
haft.
Usha's eyes lower again. "Masters, I am sorry for the lying dreams. I hope that I will soon fully
know them for lies. I try to atone for my sins and become pure in the service of Heaven. I will
serve as you request."
Hitherby snaps, "Look at me when you speak."
Usha shivers, and raises her eyes again.
Hitherby curls her wings around, so that one hand is only easily visible from where Usha is.
Aron slips out from under the bed and, in fact, makes himself visible. "Usha."
Usha shrieks, eyes going absolutely wide, and ducks her head to the ground.
Usha whispers, "I'm hallucinating again. Forgive me, masters."
Azalea snaps, "Stand up, Usha."
Hitherby glances at Aron.
Aron looks at Hitherby and points under the bed.
Phineas just stands there silently, looming as best he can.
Usha very slowly uncoils again, whole body quivering, wings twitching.
Aron says "Usha, look at us."
Usha does so, very nervously.
Aron says "Do you remember us?"
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Hitherby murmurs, the next time Usha looks up, "You can call me Joshah." She holds up one
finger on the shielded hand. "I serve the Sword," two fingers, "in our glorious Paradise." Two
fingers again. "We have come to see you --" (one finger) "-- on a matter of gravest importance."
(one finger.)
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Hitherby says, faintly chagrined, "Oh." She bends over and looks under the bed.
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Usha says, slowly, "You look like the Malakite who was in the Redemption hallucination that I
had."
Hitherby says, after seeing the goop, "The only one?" in Aron's direction.
Phineas walks over to Aron and whispers to him.
Azalea says "We don't have time for family reunions, and much as I want to beat this 'master' thing
into pieces, I think it's better we let her keep her illusions and get the heck out of Dodge."
Phineas whispers to Aron, too quietly to be heard by any but him, "Why not just whisper the truth
in her ear instead of playing these games?"
Aron replies, quietly.
Phineas whispers back, "Then why are we here?"
Aron nods. "But there are also others to be rescued."
There is a timid knock on the door.
Hitherby opens the door.
There are three large Malakim standing directly outside.
Phineas turns and looks outside of the door, walking that way.
Hitherby's eyes narrow. "Get lost."
These Malakim are large, with wings that look like heavy obsidian blades, spiky oath-chains, and
they don't look friendly. The lead one says, "We're here for the Seraph."
Phineas says to Hitherby, "I'll take care of this. Continue with her."
Hitherby stalks over to Usha.
Phineas opens the door and steps outside, "You'll have to wait. We're not done with her."
Aron, if he has a chance to do so before he's seen, becomes less visible till the three 'Malakim' are
distracted by Phineas.
The first "Malakite" stares at Phineas, eye-to-eye. He murmurs, "We were scheduled for her."
Phineas meets the stare with one of his own. He practically seethes with restrained rage, "I don't
care. We have orders. Reschedule."
>From afar, Phineas wants to intimidate these bozos.
Hitherby bends over Usha, one wing covering her, and her mouth coming down by her head. She
licks the scale near her earhole, and then murmurs, as softly as she can, "You've been," louder,
"Mm," softer, "lied to," louder, "You taste good, darling."
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The "Malakite" actually backs off a step as Phineas faces him down. He mutters, more quietly,
"Okay, okay. You've had the briefing on her?"
Azalea rotates close to Hitherby, whispering in her ear, "Not *now*."
Usha just stays right where she is.
Phineas looks back at the door and then steps closer to the Malakim, saying in a conspiratorial
whisper, "The other did. Not me. I'd appreciate it if you could tell me what the hell I'm supposed
to know." He's gone from intimidating goon to bestest buddy mode.
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Azalea whispers again, so only Hitherby can hear, "This is /not/ the time."
The Malakite murmurs to Phineas, "Keep on telling her the earlier stuff was hallucinations. Work
on how this place is a dictatorship. She's not at the breaking stage yet."
Hitherby twitches her free wing in the direction of the door.
Phineas nods to the Malakim, "Yeah, I know that. But what happens when she _does_ break? I
mean, I feel like I'm wasting my time here not knowing what the final goal is."
The Malakite's brows knot together. Sharply.
Phineas keeps meeting the Malakim's gaze, not even a single iota of nervousness.
The Malakite says, "Come down the corridor with us. Elspeth on the desk has the
documentation." He doesn't look away, either.
Azalea says "We need him here."
Azalea says "He'll catch up."
Azalea says "New guy. You know."
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The Malakite eyes Azalea for a moment, then says, "I'll be mentioning it. Just so you know. He'd
better get some idea fast."
Phineas says to the Malakim, "I can't leave the cell. I have orders." He gets out of eyeshot of the
door, making a show of it, then looks back at the door saying to the other Malakim, "Bring me
the papers, you haven't got anything better to do."
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Azalea rotates, threateningly. In her best Calabim voice, "He'll get the idea /fast/, I promise."
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The first Malakite leans forward. He says, softly, "You _want_ to come with us."
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Phineas says towards the Cell, "I'll be right back." He then follows the other Malakim.
The first Malakite calls, "We'll show him the stuff. You two can keep busy with Usha, right?"
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Azalea bursts out the door in a sweep of fire, and begins to lay waste.
Hitherby says, "Usha, Malakim *don't have spiked chains*."
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Aron's sword slithers invisibly from its sheath. He resonates Usha.
Hitherby then dashes out, a ways behind Azalea (of course).
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significant damage to him, although she crashes into him and sends him staggering backwards.
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