A Fan Visits (Liriel, Elly)

<<OOC>> Liriel says "This is early on Day 7 I take it?"

<<OOC>> arcangel cues any random chatter if anyone has some. This is, actually, shortly before Day 8.

<<OOC>> Liriel says "Ah! (Note to self, have one Essence more than on sheet. Good.)"

<<OOC>> arcangel idly asks if Elly did that Editorial Piece, chopped from the middle of the Letter To Eli, and put a picture on it?

<<OOC>> Liriel says "http://www.io.com/~arcangel/GamingWarStories/SSO/EllyLiriel1.html"

<<OOC>> Liriel is Being Helpful. ^^;;

<<OOC>> arcangel nods. Picture on the editorial bit?

<<OOC>> Elly says "I'm okay with one; it makes things more capital-I Interesting. XD Would Liriel have put one-?"

<<OOC>> Liriel says "Unless Elly screamed in protest...?"

<<OOC>> Liriel says "Of course!"

<<Scene Start>>

Lo, and it is twilight... Well, it usually is. It's getting on towards Dawn Essence, though, according to these handy little Lightning Clocks in the computers. The paper went out that morning, and has surely gotten around to everyone else by now. Hopefully. More news is flowing in and reporter, editor, and reliever are at work...

Elly rubs between her horns, fighting a mild headache. "I'm getting more coffee - can I refill anyone?"

Salva waves an empty coffee cup. "Please?"

Liriel is hard at work researching for an article on the possibilities in the Heaven-Shangri La relations. "No thank you, Ellone," she answers absently.

Elly takes Salva's cup and heads over to the coffee machine. She makes coffee with a fair bit of sugar for herself, and how Salva likes it for Salva. "Isn't it weird? I always get stage fright the day *after* a big news day, hee."

(Salva likes its black, but with a bit of vanilla sugar.)

Liriel snorts quietly, while at the same time wisting deeply for more sources.

There is a knock at the door.

Liriel says "Ellone, could you...?"

Liriel read read take note read read take more note hmmmmmm.

Elly says "Um, sure, Boss!" She leaves the cups where they were and opens the door. "Can I help you?""

Outside the door... Well, one has to look _up_ a bit. A Watcher. The enfolding cloak is a torn and patched and mended white. The skin is the color of pearls. The hair is bleached white. The eyes are a delicate blue. The gender... is undefined, but gives a certain aura of Flaming Queen With Dignity. "Hello," s/he says. "Is this the office of the Free Voice?"

Elly looks up. *Way* up. "Um, hi! Yes it is!"

Liriel automatically reaches for her sunglasses, but stops that motion when she spies the sheer /size/ of the thing at the door. Okay, that had better not be a Lilim... She looks up from her reading, and rippleblinks.

The Watcher smiles. "How wonderful! Then you must be... Ellone?" A pale hand comes from beneath the cloak, holding one of the paper copies of the Free Voice. The pages are folded to the editorial. "I wanted to come and thank you for such a wonderful article. I never knew that demons could be so logical, so... well-spoken and fair."

Salva leans around to glance at the Watcher, golden eyebrows up, and then goes back to working. Its dark-gold wings fan around the chairback.

Elly beams. "I am! And thank *you*, friend Watcher! I try to do my job with as little bias as possible, and I'm glad it works for you." Behind her back, she makes desperate 'should I invite it in?' gestures.

Liriel coughs quietly and murmurs to Elly, "Aren't you going to invite your guest inside, Ellone?"

Elly says "Please, come inside!"

Ducking his/her head a little, the Watcher steps in. "Thank you! Ah, where are my manners. I'm Mitylene, once of Purity -- as you can probably tell." S/he waves a hand at some errant white hair, smiling with wry good humor.

Elly does NOT scream 'Some of those lived?!' but it's a close call. She maintains a brilliant smile. "Can I get you anything, Mitylene? There's coffee!"

Salva's wings twitch once, but it continues to work.

Mitylene returns the expression, though more muted. "Oh, that would be wonderful, if it's no bother."

The Watcher looks around for an appropriate place to seat his/her statuesque form.

Liriel raises a few eyebrows at that, impressed. Then she gets up from her seat, and slithers over to greet the guest. "Welcome to our makeshift office, Mitylene. Please, you may use this table for a seat. I fear I have no appropriate chairs fitted for your Choir," she apologizes.

There's a small, tall flowertable that can be used as a Watcher-stool.

Elly introduces them. "Mitylene, this is Liriel. She runs the paper. How do you take your coffee?"

Mitylene waves a hand. "Ah, don't worry about it. We're quite used to such things." S/he sits on the floor next to the table, carefully putting a chair out of the way. "I'm glad to meet you, Liriel. A free newspaper is a wonderful thing. And however you think the coffee is best -- I do confess that plain and pure is my first inclination, of course."

Liriel .oO( Okay. I need to secure a proper newsoffice! This was supposed to be my nice, elegant home... )

Elly cheerfully calls over her shoulder, as she fixes additional coffee, "That editorial wouldn't be out at all if it weren't for Liriel's judgment and keen editing skills!"

Mitylene inclines his/her head to Liriel, in a sitting bow. "And I am most glad you possess it!" The pale blue eyes observe Liriel's scales and wing-leather, but the Watcher makes no comment upon the patterning.

Liriel is secretly very glad that this platinum blonde ex-Purite keeps its thoughts to itself. Clearly is has good manners! She chuckles lightly, "My thanks, Watcher. It does good to hear that our work is appreciated."

Elly hands around coffee to the appropriate people, smiling, then takes a seat back in her chair, swiveling to face the Watcher.

Mitylene nods, taking hir coffee with an appreciative smile. "Oh, definitely. And I'm very glad that there's a paper version. I've heard so many rumors about what Lightning's become... I wasn't sure if we wouldn't need little neurological brain ports to plug into something!"

Mitylene sips the coffee, making a happy "Mmmmmm" sound.

Elly chuckles. "Well, Lightning does some very interesting work that I can only approve of, but it doesn't beat the weight of a paper in your hands."

Liriel smiles and nods. "The last hundred years have seen incredible changes, of all kinds. One of the most important principles for the Free Voice is that the news we publish must be available to /all/. Hence the paper version, as a service to those uncomfortable with the latest technology. I draw the line at town criers, mind. And Ellone is quite right -- there's something special about reading an actual paper. Or book for that matter."

The Watcher's cloak shifts a bit as s/he wraps both long-fingered hands around the mug of coffee, opening to reveal equally mended, equally faded-white tunic, and a pair of flared pants that only escape being bell-bottoms by virtue of the soft faded-white leather boots beneath them. "Indeed, indeed. And, well -- while I've no argument with keeping up-to-date with technology, I really was worried what sort of welcome we'd receive from the Archangels. I... gather that Creation is as hostile as ever, certainly."

Liriel shifts her coils a bit. "Apparently he is. But not actively so, as far as I gather. If one doesn't "get in his face", as it were, he will keep his peace. Besides, he is obliged to follow her Ladyship's rules, same as everyone else here."

Elly makes a bit of a face, nodding at Liriel's words. "I don't think he'd HURT any of you..."

Mitylene sniffs, and sips coffee. "I should hope not. Whatever Alan says, I think Hassan has the right point of view on matters. Heaven's reaction is _so_ out of proportion, and there's no need for crawling back when by now, the apologies should be going the other way." The smile returns. "I'm so glad that not everyone here is accepting the Creation party line."

Elly says "I've always been of the opinion that two wrongs don't make a right, personally."

Mitylene nods to Elly. "Especially when it's really not clear how wrong we _were._"

Liriel taps her chin thoughtfully. "The majority of the inhabitants of Shangri-La aren't of Creation, so not accepting their party line is a given. But tell me, do you think your brothers and sisters would find it useful if we did a series of feature interviews with the various Superiors here, and their views on the Grigori situation?"

Elly begins "I can't comment on that, sir, but from what I understand, persecution's rather the *opposite* of the original-" She quiets as Liriel speaks.

Mitylene's ears -- even hidden beneath the hood of hir cloak -- go up at Liriel. "Oh, gracious, _yes._ It would be wonderful to have such a resource of information! And, for all that Jediael's taken on the Word, she's really a bit of a Heaven apologist, like Alan. Can't help it, I suppose, considering. But I don't find her unbiased." S/he looks to Elly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

Elly says "Oh, not at all!"

The pale Watcher sips coffee again, eyes alert and interested.

Back in the next room, wings visible through the archway, Salva continues to type.

Liriel quirks a small smile at Mitylene. "Tell me, Mitylene... Have you come across a Watcher named Fou-Lu and a Wheel named Chadril here in Babylon City?"

Elly glances at Liriel, then back at the Watcher.

Mitylene shakes hir head. "No, I can't say that I have... But, let me think. The Watcher's name sounds somewhat familiar. Was it in the paper?" S/he looks down to where s/he's laid hir copy, starting to flip through the pages with one hand.

Liriel says "They are hard at work trying to extract the Watchers from the shadows and into our society at large. I suppose they're close to the Creation party line, but not /entirely/ so. You might find them interesting to talk to. Or incredibly frustrating..."

Mitylene abandons the paper, laughing easily. "Oh, I find at _least_ half of my siblings incredibly frustrating to talk to. That's nothing new. Most of them don't approve of me."

Elly says, cheerily, "It'd certainly be an interesting meeting of wills and personalities! If you meet, I'd like to be there with a camera."

Liriel smiles at Elly's comment, and swallows a giggle. Composing herself, she gets back to business. "But about an article series... Would you be amendable to provide us with some tips for questions? There are so many things one can ask Superiors about, but which issues are of the main importance to your Choir?"

Mitylene turns hir (unsurprisingly) white smile upon Elly. "Oh, if you want! That would be splendid. I hope it's soon, though. I need to check in on some family lines sometime, make sure Heaven hasn't unearthed them while we've been settling in..." To Liriel, s/he replies, "Oh, let me think. What their position is on benefiting the human race genetically, for one. What their take is on our Choir in general, how they feel about what exile's done to poor Miriam..."

The Watcher sets down the coffee mug to tick off things on long, white fingers. "Whether they think we've been punished enough or not, whether they think we should be admitted back to Heaven if we wished -- not that I'm all that keen on it, personally."

Elly coughs. "Indeed, you might be interested to meet Fou-Lu."

Mitylene says, "Good interested or Chinese interested?" A diamond-white eyebrow lifts curiously.

Liriel is typing as Mitylene speaks, taking notes at top speed. "Both, I think. He's a Judge."

Elly says "In the present tense."

Mitylene snaps hir fingers. "Ah! Of course! I remember him, then! He was trying to talk everyone out of being tried together, unified as angels." S/he pauses. "Present tense? What, that deluded?"

Liriel says "Page 5 has the article you're looking for..."

Liriel blands at Mitylene.

Elly folds her hands in her lap and smiles perkily.

Mitylene pages through, and reads the article...

Mitylene reads through, snorting a few times. "Really, I'd be wary of what he's saying. I can't think that Judgment would take only one of us back -- unless even Dominic has sources of bias. Perhaps my Choir-sib is good under the cloak?"

Elly chokes, then laughs. "Well, you can ask him yourself, I'm sure. He tends to be around the market square, by the pizza place? Usually looking faintly zoned out."

Mitylene sips coffee. "Oh, dear. Is our brother in Judgment falling into perverted ways? For shame. He'd better straighten up if he wants to keep his new-recovered title. Unless he's _really_ good under the cloak."

Elly says "I think he just likes pizza."

Mitylene asks, "Isn't there a Prince of that?"

Liriel strives mightily to remain bland, and manages very nearly. A choked titter escapes her. "Gluttony. But I believe Creation claims first rights to pizza. Anyway, he speaks in Angelic, so unless he has a truly impressive mental Discord of some sort... He has affirmed his claims to me as well. It will be interesting to see how he fares. Fou-Lu lives right next door, by the way."

Mitylene's delicate, shining eyebrows lift. "Gracious. I'll have to take care not to encounter him, then -- unless I have an escape route, of course. He's likely as stiff-necked as my former fellow Servitors."

Elly says "Actually, he's sorta shy. It's kind of cute - and he IS working with a Creationer. I don't know."

Liriel says "He tries, he tries. But actually, he seems to be adjusting. I mean, he deigns to speak in a civil way to me now."

Mitylene sips hir coffee again. "Really? Well, that's something. Maybe he'll come around to a more sensible point of view. And you, madam, most definitely deserve to be spoken to in at _least_ a civil way."

Elly bites her tongue to avoid coughing out, 'flirt.'

Mitylene looks concerned at Elly. "Are you all right, ma'am?"

Elly smiles cheerfully at hir. "Oh, yes, just fine!"

Mitylene says, relieved, "That's good. I'd hate to have caused any discomfort for either of you."

Liriel bows her head gracefully, acknowledging Mitylene's fair words. "Thank you, that is very kind of you to say, Watcher."

Mitylene adds, "Do throw me out, if you need to get back to work. I don't want to impose."

Liriel says "Oh good grief, no. Things are just getting interesting!"

After a brief pause, Liriel steers the conversation back to the newsbusiness. "I think we have a very interesting case to work on here, with the interviews and whatnot. But there's another side of this, and that is the fact that most angels and demons, not to mention ethereals and souls, know next to nothing about your Choir. I would like for that to change. Would you be willing to help us out on that one?"

Mitylene says, "Well, of course I'd like to help! I do need to get down to Earth soon to check on the bloodlines, but if it won't take all my attention, I'm not in any families right now."

Elly smiles cheerfully at him and digs up her notes. If Liriel wants to do it now, best to be prepared.

Liriel smiles and curls her tail excitedly. "Oh by all means, we all have personal projects and duties to attend to. It is to be expected. If you are so inclined, we'd be delighted to accept any articles on the subject that you could do. Or if you prefer to answer questions, we can do interviews. Also, I'd like to hear from as many of the Grigori as possible -- to get the full width of your, for want of a better word, society."

Mitylene chuckles. "Oh, I can try articles, but I'm probably better with interviews. As for the rest of my kin -- well, we'll come forward, soon enough, once a few of us appear in the pages. Where some of us venture, others will follow." S/he toasts Liriel with the almost-empty coffee cup.

Liriel beams! KNEW it was a good idea with the paper version!

Elly also beams! A job well done!

Salva leans around the archway, positioning a small hovercamera in midair.

Liriel answers the toast with a cheerful dipping of her wings. "Excellent! The sooner you become visible to the rest of the people here, the better. Being mysterious is all well and fine, but too much of a good thing can lead to more trouble than it is worth. Ah, and the little one who just placed a camera on us, is my assistant Salva. It hails from Lightning's ranks."

Mitylene looks up, and gives Salva a graceful nod. "Hello, Salva!"

Salva waves back, and leans in on its computer keyboard. The camera hovers, making a few adjustments to focus and aim.

Mitylene leans a bit close to Liriel. "Did I do something wrong, or is it always so quiet?"

Liriel chuckles. "It's the resident techie. Most of its speech is to yell at me when I'm being stupid."

Elly makes an amused face at Liriel.

Salva makes a noise of protest from beyond the archway.

Mitylene... giggles.

Liriel says "Salva is simply a very bossy assistant, and I don't know where I'd be without its help."

Mitylene nods sagely. "Relievers can be that way, I seem to recall. Dear little things, the lot of them."

Elly gives Salva a 'Talking about you as if you aren't there, poor baby' expression.

Salva's wings -- the most easily seen part of it -- seem unconcerned.

The hovercam drifts slightly to the left, getting different angles.

Liriel nods. "Very helpful, that's for sure. The camera isn't bothering you, I hope?" she asks the Grigori politely.

Mitylene waves a hand at it, dismissively. "Oh, not a problem at all, madam. I've left a digital camera in my apartment on Earth, myself, and there's a perfectly functional television there, too. Where's my flying car, hmm?" S/he smiles.

Liriel chuckles. "I'm afraid you'll have to ask Lightning about that, if you wish to go cruising up here. Now, would you have time to answer a few preliminary questions right here and now?"

Mitylene says, "Oh, now is wonderful for me, if it's all right with you! I don't want to impose, really."

Liriel shakes her head in wry amusement. "This is what we /do/. Right, Ellone?"

Elly says "Absolutely! Our job *and* our pleasure!"

Mitylene finishes hir coffee and sets the cup on the table, then folds hir hands in hir lap. "Well, then whenever you're ready!"

Liriel nods. "I'll start, and then Ellone gets the next question and so on. We'll make a thorough job of this, so these are only random beginning questions." Pause. "So. When the sentence was passed, did you all go into hiding on Earth, or did you go about your tasks openly?"

Mitylene says, "Well, let me think. For the most part, we went into hiding from the humans, and demons at the time. We didn't have backup anymore, you see, and there were Infernals about who had grudges to settle. A few of us tried to go back to our lives -- as best we could, after everyone being rounded up like criminals -- but I doubt that lasted long."

Elly waits to see if Mitylene has more to say before she gives one.

Mitylene looks to Elly, alertly.

Elly taps her lips thoughtfully. "How did the persecutions begin? Did they start with outright hunting, or did they step their way up?"

Mitylene says, "Well, do you mean before or after the Outcasting?"

Elly says "Yes. Whatever you think fits the actual term 'persecution', really."

Mitylene leans against the table a bit. "Well, from the start, really. The way they descended upon everyone, as if we'd done something _wrong_ -- horrible. They disrupted everyone's lives, families, children..."

Mitylene continues, "Afterwards, of course... Well, my former co-Servitors were among the worst, those who didn't agree with my reasoning. And that was most of them. Anyone trying to re-establish themselves would be scrutinized by Stone, watched constantly, with little disturbances now and then to 'remind' us. But Purity, they could hit first. I'd heard about kidnappings of children, to keep them until it could be told if they were human or Nephalite. Very sad, that." S/he looks into hir lap for a moment, white hair curling down around hir face.

Elly takes notes, quiet.

Liriel nods to herself, vaguely. "Here's the question I think just about /everyone/ wants to ask: Why did you, as a Choir, insist on being tried as one?"

From afar, Liriel has little memory of the time of Watcher-hunting. I think Gebbeleth removed rather a lot of her memories when he was shuffled on to the next Boss... :P

Metylene says, "Because we weren't committing a _crime,_ frankly. And... we are angels. I know that demons often don't understand, but angels are all connected." S/he lifts hir hands, fingers interlacing. "So many of us were accused of going against our nature, it would have decimated us. We couldn't stand by and watch our brothers and sisters cast out, knowing that if we stayed, it would be as mistrusted criminals and that our siblings would be scrabbling and dying alone on Earth -- playthings of any demons or cruel humans or ethereals who found them."

The Watcher adds, "Miriam was much more... powerful then. She was our focus-point, our leader. I wish she could explain it to you. My memories... are so pale, compared to her words."

Elly looks between them. "How do you feel about the Skulkers?"

Liriel feels a mite uncomfortable as the giant speaks about cruel demons doing mena things to Grigori. But she keeps her demeanor calm and professional.

Mitylene's mouth twists a little. "They are a horrible, horrible perversion, of course. Not that even a repentant one could seek redemption, of course. But still -- the ones who would not seek it, if offered. They are anathama, those Stalkers."

Liriel says "So they do actually exist then? We have heard stories and rumours, but I have yet to encounter someone who is not a Balseraph and who can truthfully claim to have met a Fallen Grigori."

Mitylene says, "They exist. I was nearly killed by an over-enthusiastic angel -- Purity, or perhaps that new-fangled Sword -- chasing after one. Caught it, too, she did."

Elly says "What has happened to the Wordbound Grigori?"

Mitylene smiles. "Oh, they're still around. Hassan and Alan, for two. Jediael, Miriam, of course. A few others here and there. We were a young Choir, so we didn't have that many Word-bound, comparitively, and I fear a few were soul-killed or Fell -- but otherwise? They're around."

Liriel ponders. "I seem to recall that there was one Wordbound to...Culture or Civilization or somesuch. Former Stonie, one assumes? Would this be Hassan or Alan? And do you think either of them are amendable to being interviewed?"

Mitylene says, "Ah! Hassan, Culture. Not Stone's, actually -- Creation. I'm sure I could convince him to talk to you!"

Liriel smiles. "Brilliant! I would be very much obliged if you could mention my name and mission to him, then."

Mitylene returns the smile. "Of course!"

Liriel stretches her wings a little, and folds them again comfortably. "And how do I get in touch with Hassan?"

Mitylene says, "Well, I can talk to him -- he's been staying on Earth, much of the time."

Elly takes notes dutifully.

Liriel nods at that. "I suspected as much. I am grateful for any assistance you can lend," she smiles. "Now, back to the questions... Hm. Apart from being monitored by Stone and hunted by Purity, did the Grigori to your knowledge have any contact with angels? Either as a whole, or seperate cases?"

Mitylene replies, "Well, separate cases, of course. At a minimum, we'd wind up investigating disturbance angels caused. And, naturally, we have to respond to disturbance. The telephone is a marvelous, marvelous thing -- and its not hard to find Tethers, for us. Once we've reported a demon, the natural thing is to hit the Tether speed-dial and let _them_ deal with it."

Liriel says "Of course. But the telephone has only been around for a fraction of the time you've been denied the support of Heaven. There has of course been speculations and rumours about this and that Archangel having secret dealings with the Grigori and your offspring. Is there any truth in this, to your knowledge? And naturally, I here exclude the Archangels of your Choir."

Mitylene regards hir fingers, interlaced. "Hm. Overall, no. I've heard rumors, mind, that Eli keeps tabs on Hassan, or that Novalis tries to look for us now and then -- but I don't know of that personally." S/he doesn't answer how they managed without the phone.

Liriel can pretty well imagine how they managed without the phone, i.e. badly. You just have to take a look at all the Discords. "Mm. You mentioned another Wordbound, Alan. What Word is he upholding?"

Mitylene says, "Alan -- he's of Novalis' rootstock -- is Farming, really. He _ought_ to be agriculture, frankly, but no -- he claims he's a 'simple Farmer.'" S/he snorts delicately.

Liriel aahs and twitches a wing. "Of course. I think I knew that, once. Is he approachable, do you think?"

Mitylene sighs. "I suppose, if you fancy grubbing about in the dirt with him while you do it. You have _no_ idea how tedious he is. He's also a Heaven-apologist, really. But if you really want to get in touch with him, I know some of his sycophants."

Salva's wings fan. The little hovercam drifts, getting good shots of everyone.

Liriel chuckles and tilts her head at Mitylene, eyes twinkling. "I wish to talk to /all/ the Watchers, if I can. As many of you as possible, so that I can present as broad an impression of you as I can. Pro-Heaven, anti-Heaven, couldn't-care-less-about-Heaven... It's all good.

Mitylene chuckles, and tips both hir head and hand at Liriel. "As you say -- reporting needs to see all sides."

Liriel nods. "It does indeed. Real investigative journalism does, anyway. It is one of the many wonders of working in Shangri-La; I get to do the job properly at long last. Now -- how did you and your Choirsibs react when you found out that Eli would move here?"

Mitylene presses a pale hand to a pale brow, just a little theatrically. "Discussion, suspicion, and fear. Probably running around and screaming, too -- but Lightning has ever been neutral, and apparently all our leaders have had... dealings, with Freedom. She keeps her part of bargains, I'm told. Still -- Hassan is on Earth, not up here, and some others of us have already returned, as well."

Liriel takes a couple of notes of her own, and then eyes Mitylene curiously. "How many Watchers are there? Roughly."

Mitylene thinks. "I am not sure, anymore. Less than a thousand, I think. We were never a large Choir, and soul-death has claimed some of us. Others -- don't come back from Limbo, perhaps. Some have probably Fallen." S/he sighs, not theatrical at all. "It's a sadness, to see one's Choir fading around one."

Liriel looks faintly sympathetic. "I can but imagine... Have you considered the possibility of relievers here fledging Grigori? After a while, when they learn more about the eigth Choir?"

Mitylene presses hir fingertips together, in front of hir mouth. "I... I honestly had never considered it. I don't know whether to hope, or dread. The sentence... No Grigori should return to Heaven. I cannot think that even a newborn would be denied Heaven's light."

"It will certainly raise a few issues all round, that's for sure," Liriel muses. And is likely to give Dominic a monster headache. "Would a newborn Watcher we welcomed by the Watchers themselves, you think? I mean, you're all "Grown-ups" as it were, and a newfledged Watcher would be a very different experience, I would expect?"

Mitylene is silent for a moment. "Most of us... most of us would be kind to a new Watcher. As kind as our grief and scars would allow us. Though... if Judgment allowed a new fledge to return to Heaven, and still proclaimed our punishment insufficient for our so-called crimes, I don't know if that would last."

"Interesting," Liriel mutters and jots down more notes. The desire to get an interview with certain central personalities in Heaven is rising, oh yes.

Elly makes her own notes, not knowing to give Liriel a suspicious look.

Liriel says "It might be something that your community should give thought to. Mind you, it might be something that the entire realm should give thought to. Hmmm. I think I'll ask a few Elohim to speculate on the prognisis of such fledging happening..."

Liriel .oO( Eli's face if/when one of his little kids fledge Grigori should be good to get on camera... )

Mitylene chuckles.

Liriel smiles a little. "I'll ask one more question for now, Mitylene: What is /your/ vision of Shangri-La?"

"Oh, my. That's an unexpected one." The Watcher thinks. "A home, I think. A place for those who disagree with Heaven but will not side with Hell. A... a place to raise a family."

Liriel raises an eyebrow. "Raise a family?" she echoes, intriguedly.

Mitylene nods. "Yes. It's always a sadness, to raise one's children as best one can -- and know that eventually, they must leave you and all you can hope for is that they'll go where you never can." His/her pale blue eyes are distant, and a little sad.

Liriel hmms. "Now that would be intriguing. If souls were able to go here, instead of Heaven or Hell, after death... I have seen a few around, but I assumed they came with the Cathedrals and with Freedom's estate."

Mitylene folds hir hands together. "I can but pray."

Liriel nods and finishes her notes. "Thank you for answering these questions, Mitylene. I have a feeling I'll be wanting more answers in the near future," she smiles. "By the by, I ventured into the Grigoris' part of town the other day, and much to my suprise I was approached by one of your siblings. He called himself Achim. Do you know him?"

Mitylene smiles in return. "Ah, yes -- I think I've met Achim. Reclusive sort, that one. And I'm delighted to answer any questions you have." S/he starts to get up, unfolding hir big-boned form gracefully.

Liriel thinks to herself that this smug Achim guy can't be that reclusive if he chose to go chat up a Balseraph reporter, but whatever. She uncoils, and rises up. "Thank you so much for coming by. I must say I really hadn't expected any of you to come visiting, save my neighbour, who likes to pretend I don't exist."

Mitylene lifts hir whitewing eyebrows. "Oh? Why would your neighbor be so rude? I find you to be a gracious and sensible being, madam."

Liriel shrugs and spreads her hands. "Any angel will disapprove of demons. He has held on to his identity as a Judge, and that probably reinforces it. I'm frankly very impressed that one formerly of Purity can stand being in the same room as me."

Mitylene smiles. "You are, however, clearly not as other Balseraphs. And this is a new realm, with, perhaps, new rules. I seem to have more in common with you than some of my own Choir, so it would be churlish of me to see nothing but the leather." S/he bows to Liriel, and then Elly.

Elly beams in return.

Liriel chuckles. "Well spoken, noble Watcher," she quips, but politely so. "I won't deny that I've had a couple of spats with Fou-Lu, though. We hit it off badly, at first. Things seem to be on the mend now, so hopefully we'll get a tolerable working relationship at least." She decides not to push her luck and tell the Pure one that she's a Fallen, and by choice no less. That would be too much information for now. Yes.

Mitylene replies, "It's always good to get along with one's neighbors. Better than having to duck when you step out the door to pick up the milk, at the least! And now, I shall thank you for your time, and let you return to work."

S/he heads for the door, gracefully, the mended-white robe falling into place around him/her.

Liriel follows the gentle Giant, to see him out. "It is I who should be thanking you for /your/ time, Mitylene. I hope to see you again soon. Walk with purpose, Watcher."

Mitylene swirls a final bow. "And may your vision be keen and clear, madam." Then s/he strolls, cloak swirling, for the stairs.

Liriel closes the door and turns to face her staff of one demon and one reliever. "Well! That was different."

<<Scene Stop>>

Liriel also asks Salva to make a post to a couple of the Elohim discussion boards, to see if there's anyone who'd be willing to do an article on reliever fledging, and the chances of any fledging Grigori. :)

Excerpts

Haru says "We should have an Elly. We do not have an Elly character sheet, but I'm willing to approximate with GM's permission. :D;"

arcangel is fine with that.

arcangel is unlikely to make you do lots of skill rolls. O:>

Sirea .oO(Actually, aside from a few stat rolls, I can't remember the last time I needed to reference Fou's stat sheet. Which is good.)

Liriel says "Good! Interventions are too interesting."

arcangel smirks.

You say "So, everyone nicked up and ready?"

Liriel SHINY!

Liriel says "Er, yes. :)"

arcangel giggles.

Elly is nicked!

Liriel says "JANUS! Give 'er back!"

arcangel laughs!

<<Scene Start>>

<<OOC>> Longstrider says "Yes you are now shiny Liriel ;-)"

<<OOC>> Elly snickers.

<<OOC>> Liriel snorts and waits for Wisdom. ^^

<<OOC>> Elly waits for the Boss to set the Stage.

Elly rubs between her horns, fighting a mild headache. "I'm getting more coffee - can I refill anyone?"

Salva waves an empty coffee cup. "Please?"

<<OOC>> Sirea says "Through the boundaries of space and time, across the endless chasms of difference and hatred, above the division of holy and damned; coffee always finds a way to bring people together. A comfortable universal constant."

<<OOC>> Sirea gasps! It's... BIZARRO FOU!! Or his long lost brother-sister-thing.

<<OOC>> arcangel snickers.

<<OOC>> Sirea oogles desc and quiets to watch fun.

Liriel coughs quietly and murmurs to Elly, "Aren't you going to invite your guest inside, Ellone?"

<<OOC>> Elly says "....XD"

<<OOC>> Liriel hi5s!

<<OOC>> Liriel says "..."

<<OOC>> Sirea cues everyone in the room running in circles while screaming?

Liriel .oO( Okay. I need to secure a proper newsoffice! This was supposed to be my nice, elegant home... )

<<OOC>> arcangel thinks there are still one or two rooms downstairs unused -- or you can get a place nearby! Lots of room still!

<<OOC>> Elly says "And goes up 50 points in Liriel's opinion?"

Elly makes a bit of a face, nodding at Liriel's words. "I don't think he'd HURT any of you..."

<<OOC>> Liriel says "He hasn't thrashed Fou yet, so... ^^"

<<OOC>> Elly says "Fou is, like, our yardstick, right? Poke him in the waters to see how deep they are?"

<<OOC>> arcangel laughs!!

Mitylene nods to Elly. "Especially when it's really not clear how wrong we _were._"

<<OOC>> Longstrider says "Oh dears some more."

<<OOC>> Liriel says "I am so going to hire this one. Eli is so going to hate us (more). >_>"

<<OOC>> Sirea returns! Whew. Windy day.

<<OOC>> arcangel rewaves!

<<OOC>> Elly says "We're <s>mocking</s> talking about Fou!"

<<OOC>> Sirea reads. Why yes, you are! Good. Keep doing so.

<<OOC>> arcangel laughs!

<<OOC>> Sirea says "Then I can make lame jokes in the next log with him sneezing at odd moments and feeling vaguely made fun of."

<<OOC>> arcangel smirks. Evilly.

<<OOC>> Ryukage snickers!

<<OOC>> Liriel says "The best bit? We don't know about the Purity Lilim yet!!! XD XD"

<<OOC>> Sirea coughs, and mentions plus-size birth control utilities.

<<OOC>> Longstrider twitches.

Longstrider pages: Scary NPC.

You paged Longstrider with 'Thanks!'

<<OOC>> Liriel says "Elly? Salva? Anyone want to run that one by Eli?"

<<OOC>> Salva uses Email, boss-snake.

<<OOC>> Elly says "Good plan. *Elly is freaked out! It's like another demon, only it's an angel! Weird!*"

<<OOC>> Longstrider wonders what Etseviah would think of this one.

<<OOC>> Sirea | Fou-Lu grunts. Busy foiling the Game. Call back later.

Mitylene snaps hir fingers. "Ah! Of course! I remember him, then! He was trying to talk everyone out of being tried together, unified as angels." S/he pauses. "Present tense? What, that deluded?"

<<OOC>> Sirea snickers. You're all so mean to Fou.

<<OOC>> Liriel says "It's because we wuvs him!"

<<OOC>> Ryukage giggles!

<<OOC>> Elly says "WE DO! We wuvs his cute little ears and his ... his... *Elly begins to pant and make funny faces*."

<<OOC>> Sirea XD XD

<<OOC>> Ryukage /giggles/!

<<OOC>> Sirea helpfully holds up a picture of an angry, bloody Fou, with nasty wings jutting out and blood pooling on the floor.

<<OOC>> Liriel <3 Fou!

<<OOC>> Elly says "...ewwwwwww."

<<OOC>> Ryukage snrrrrrrk.

<<OOC>> Sirea eyes the picture. Huh. That actually makes him look awfully badass and tragic. Well, least it turns the kootchy-meter down.

<<OOC>> Ryukage ...offtopic, fears: http://alonso-andres.sites.uol.com.br/pingpong.html <-- warning: moviefile.

<<OOC>> Liriel steals the Vaputech vacuum cleaner from HxH, and hoovers up the spillage.

<<OOC>> arcangel What's on the article?

<<OOC>> Liriel says "It's Ellone's interview with Fou, about him and Dominic and Stuff."

<<OOC>> Elly says "Ryu - is that the one with the two people pretending to play tennis with the help of stagehands who make it all way funny?"

<<OOC>> Ryukage says "Yes!"

<<OOC>> arcangel does a quick check of URL. O:>

<<OOC>> Elly says "And by tennis, I mean ping-pong."

<<OOC>> Ryukage giggles.

<<OOC>> Elly says "Can I assume Elly did some fact-checking on Fou-Lu's claims before publishing?"

<<OOC>> Liriel says "I assume we mostly write in Angelic, since everyone understand that -- contrary to Demonic?"

<<OOC>> arcangel would suspect as much. Or human languages.

<<OOC>> Elly says "Makes sense. *g* So it's Not Just Hearsay."

<<OOC>> Liriel likes Angelic. It's such a nice, /precise/ language. :)

<<OOC>> Longstrider chuckles at the irony in that statement.

<<OOC>> arcangel admires the irony.

<<OOC>> Ryukage GIGGLES.

<<OOC>> Liriel ignores your snide thoughts! (^^)

<<OOC>> Sirea says ">:| Fou-Lu will see you BURN for that, you not-Pure... MEAN PERSON! *cries in the corner*"

<<OOC>> Longstrider coughs *Redemptionbait* cough cough.

<<OOC>> Mitylene tells the Pure Unvarnished Truth of Speculation, you!

<<OOC>> Liriel LALALAICANTHEARYOULALALA!

<<OOC>> Ryukage hee!

<<OOC>> Ryukage /snrrrrrrrk/.

<<OOC>> Elly | Fou-Lu bangs on the wall, as if on cue. Damn kids can't keep noise down this early in the morning-!

<<OOC>> Ryukage /giggles/!

<<OOC>> Sirea laaaaughs. XD

Elly bites her tongue to avoid coughing out, 'flirt.'

<<OOC>> Sirea | Fou-Lu sniffs. His... his proto-harem is being stolen from him!

<<OOC>> Ryukage /snrk/!

<<OOC>> Mitylene smirks at Fou-Lu. You snooze, you lose.

<<OOC>> Sirea | Fou-Lu mehs. He's got his Chadril. That's lurve'n'snuggles aplenty. Nyaaaaa.

<<OOC>> Elly says "Lemme guess. Mitylene's gonna move in across the hall. Bloody hell, we're a *sitcom*."

<<OOC>> arcangel says "So Fou has been saying!"

<<OOC>> Ryukage /snickers/.

<<OOC>> Longstrider says "The name of the game is Superior *SOAP OPERA*. What did you expect?"

<<OOC>> Liriel heeeeeeeeeeeeee! XD

<<OOC>> Sirea giggles madly.

<<OOC>> Liriel gives LS a cookie.

<<OOC>> Elly says "THREE REPORTERS AND THE GRIGORI!"

<<OOC>> Longstrider likes cookies and grins.

<<OOC>> Ryukage hee!

<<OOC>> Sirea | Fou-Lu sniffs. He's no longer pimpin. He isn't the ladies (and gentlemens) man. HIS MOJO HAS BEEN OVERRULED.

<<OOC>> An' Mitylene doesn't even need Discord! Nyah!

Mitylene says, "Well, of course I'd like to help! I do need to get down to Earth soon to check on the bloodlines, but if it won't take all my attention, I'm not in any families right now."

Longstrider pages: Oh dear... Which bloodlines would those be? White hair, tall light eyes... oh dear. SCARY NPC. Very good EVIL GM.

Long distance to Longstrider: arcangel looks innocent. Hmmmmmm?

Longstrider pages: So did he spend lots of time recently in Northern & Central Europe?

Long distance to Longstrider: arcangel innocents even more heavily. Look! Halo! Onna stick! O-:>

Longstrider pages: You *sure* he's not dream shaping that?

You paged Longstrider with 'The halo?'

From afar, Longstrider was kidding. He knows this is all celestial. "But, yes I was referring to the halo."

Long distance to Longstrider: arcangel grinnnnns.

<<OOC>> Sirea smiles to herself. Fou is no longer the resident "out" Grig. His thunder, it is stolen!

<<OOC>> Liriel fondles Fou's stolen thunger.

<<OOC>> Liriel says "Thunder, even."

<<OOC>> Sirea says "Thundering hunger?"

<<OOC>> Liriel says "Yeah baby."

Mitylene leans a bit close to Liriel. "Did I do something wrong, or is it always so quiet?"

<<OOC>> Sirea says "They're salivating and thinking naughty thoughts. Get used to it."

<<OOC>> Mitylene is not disturbed by 'naughty thoughts,' you big silly.

<<OOC>> Sirea eyes Mitylene and thinks naughty thoughts, then.

Salva makes a noise of protest from beyond the archway.

<<OOC>> Ryukage waves to Demi! Giggles at poor Salva. ^^

Liriel says "So they do actually exist then? We have heard stories and rumours, but I have yet to encounter someone who is not a Balseraph and who can truthfully claim to have met a Fallen Grigori."

<<OOC>> Sirea | Fou-Lu COUGHS at Liriel. Hey hey hey. Right here? He's met plenty! Meany.

Mitylene says, "They exist. I was nearly killed by an over-enthusiastic angel -- Purity, or perhaps that new-fangled Sword -- chasing after one. Caught it, too, she did."

<<OOC>> Sirea laughs a lot at "new-fangled Sword".

<<OOC>> Liriel gives Mity an oldie-cookie. ^^

<<OOC>> Mitylene thanks graciously.

<<OOC>> Elly says "Is it my turn? *g*"

<<OOC>> Liriel says "Yep!"

Elly says "What has happened to the Wordbound Grigori?"

<<OOC>> Liriel says "Has Liri any idea about Hassan and Alan? Words?"

<<OOC>> arcangel tries to remember.

<<OOC>> Liriel says "Were they the two in the clip where Lilith faced down Lucifer?"

<<OOC>> arcangel nods.

<<OOC>> Sirea says "Culture and something else."

<<OOC>> Sirea says "Society, I think?"

<<OOC>> arcangel | You paged Courtney with 'The one woman is... the Angel of Song, wasn't it? One of the men... Culture? Civilization? Something like that. The other woman, you don't really know. The other man... some kind of Wordbound, you think.'.

Demiurge pages: Farming is Alan, Culture is Hassan.

Long distance to Demiurge: arcangel waves her notes around, hee!

From afar, Demiurge grins!

<<OOC>> Sirea dances. She wins. :D

<<OOC>> Liriel says "Ah! Thanks. :)"

<<OOC>> arcangel says "The names might or might not be known to Liriel, sans Words. Words are often more known than names. O:>"

<<OOC>> Liriel reveals that she's no teenager! ^^

<<Scene Start>>

<<OOC>> arcangel | Elly says "What has happened to the Wordbound Grigori?"

<<OOC>> arcangel | Mitylene smiles. "Oh, they're still around. Hassan and Alan, for two. Jediael, Miriam, of course. A few others here and there. We were a young Choir, so we didn't have that many Word-bound, comparitively, and I fear a few were soul-killed or Fell -- but otherwise? They're around."

<<OOC>> arcangel | Liriel ponders. "I seem to recall that there was one Wordbound to...Culture or Civilization or somesuch. Former Stonie, one assumes? Would this be Hassan or Alan? And do you think either of them are amendable to being interviewed?"

<<OOC>> arcangel | Mitylene says, "Ah! Hassan, Culture. Not Stone's, actually -- Creation. I'm sure I could convince him to talk to you!"

<<OOC>> arcangel | Liriel smiles. "Brilliant! I would be very much obliged if you could mention my name and mission to him, then."

<<OOC>> arcangel | Mitylene returns the smile. "Of course!"

<<OOC>> Liriel says "That where we stopped?"

<<OOC>> Sirea | Fou-Lu jealouses at the bright and shiny Grigori smile. Hmph.

<<OOC>> arcangel nods.

<<OOC>> Liriel ponders. Would a Grigori harem be bad for her image? Hm.

<<OOC>> arcangel heeheehee

<<OOC>> Sirea | Fou-Lu .oO(/My/ smile is much rarer, and thus more pretty and shiny and NEAT! I'm a fairy princess too!!) *cry*

<<OOC>> Mitylene sneers. S/he's a much better fairy.

<<OOC>> Liriel loves you both, so calm down.

<<OOC>> Sirea | Fou-Lu will turn you into the Fairy Princess of Broken Bones and Torn Ligaments if you keep it up. T__T

Mitylene says, "Alan -- he's of Novalis' rootstock -- is Farming, really. He _ought_ to be agriculture, frankly, but no -- he claims he's a 'simple Farmer.'" S/he snorts delicately.

<<OOC>> Sirea ouches. Farming iz an important Werd.

<<OOC>> Longstrider mentally replaces 'Heaven-apologist' whenever Mitylene is speaking with 'Someone it would be good to talk to'

<<OOC>> Mitylene accuses Longstrider of being biased against ex-Purity.

<<OOC>> Longstrider says "So much of Purity was insane that I think it's a basis based in fact."

<<OOC>> Sirea | Fou-Lu raspberries at Mit. /Some/ of us know we messed up and want back in, and aren't borderline heretics.

<<OOC>> Mitylene accuses Fou-Lu of being a hyena, lurking around on the edges and panting to get back into the pack.

<<OOC>> Sirea | Fou-Lu shrugs. Fine. Accuse him of such, but at least he'll be safe, happy, back in God's glory.

<<OOC>> Liriel suffers a DI, gets a Big Voice, and tells you two to stop sniping already! I LOVE YOU BOTH! <3

<<OOC>> arcangel laughs!

<<OOC>> Liriel then slinks off in acute embarrassment, hoping ot never be seen again. Ever.

<<OOC>> Sirea | Fou-Lu sniffles. (Funny thing? IC Fou is likely to have a much different reaction and attitude towards Mit. She just likes making him bitchy OCC. :D :D)

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Awwwwwww."

<<OOC>> Longstrider says "Well it's only truly embarrassing if you do the fluttery eyelids as well."

<<OOC>> Sirea | Cue scene of teeming mass of Grigori, who all gawk and then cry out "Aw #$%@!"

<<OOC>> Liriel says "That would be a rather interesting linguistic feat..."

<<OOC>> arcangel snickers.

<<OOC>> Liriel is older than time, and isn't able to call the Grigori old. It would be lying. ;;;)

<<OOC>> Sirea | Fou-Lu cries. Grown-ups? Understatement, Serpent. We're all damn /fossils/ by now.

<<OOC>> Liriel bah. You're just kids.

"Interesting," Liriel mutters and jots down more notes. The desire to get an interview with certain central personalities in Heaven is rising, oh yes.

<<OOC>> Hitherby.Jenna says, "If you make 108 phone calls, you are statistically expected to get an opportunity to interview either God or Satan."

<<OOC>> arcangel heeheehee, and hugs Hitherby.

<<OOC>> Sirea | Fou-Lu sweats a lot and whistles innocently, and shuffles to the side. Him? Subtly encourage new Grigori to fledge? Noooo!

"Oh, my. That's an unexpected one." The Watcher thinks. "A home, I think. A place for those who disagree with Heaven but will not side with Hell. A... a place to raise a family."

Liriel raises an eyebrow. "Raise a family?" she echoes, intriguedly.

<<OOC>> Sirea | Fou-Lu eartwitches. Raise a family. /Brilliant/ plan.

<<OOC>> Sirea .oO(What if Pure Grigori never produced Nephallim? There's an idea...)

<<OOC>> Hitherby.Jenna says "It'd be a handy attunement. Someone should talk to the new Superiors. :)"

<<OOC>> arcangel snickers.

<<OOC>> Hitherby.Jenna says "Work for Knowledge! If your kid would have turned out Nephallite, s/he'll be a bookworm instead!"

<<OOC>> Sirea says "If any Purity angel couldn't Fall, it would seem reasonable that the Grigori would never be tainted and create a Nephallite. Which would be ironic and brain-hurty."

<<OOC>> Hitherby.Jenna | "I keep away the monstrous urges by writing Harry Potter slashfic!" a satisfied customer says.

<<OOC>> Sirea XD

<<OOC>> arcangel heeheeheeheeheeheehee

<<OOC>> Hitherby.Jenna | "It is through yaoi," says another proto-Nephallite, "that I have learned to find God, rather than letting my dark urges draw me down to Hell. You don't have to go bad! You just have to find the right kind of literature for YOU!"

<<OOC>> arcangel laughs!

<<OOC>> Hitherby.Jenna | The Grigor-child beams and shows arcangel his picture of uke Christ and seme Spirit.

<<OOC>> arcangel laughs more!!

<<OOC>> Liriel dies. :)

<<OOC>> Hitherby.Jenna | "I have found God, and God is teh hot."

<<OOC>> Hitherby.Jenna shuts up now.

<<OOC>> arcangel snickers. What about Seme Christ and Uke Spirit?

<<OOC>> arcangel . o O (Maybe they switch...)

Mitylene folds hir hands together. "I can but pray."

<<OOC>> Sirea | Fou-Lu rolls his eyes. Hmph. Namby-pamby pretty boy fairy showoff.

<<OOC>> Hitherby.Jenna says "The Spirit is everywhere, so it's taller."

<<OOC>> Sirea laughs.

<<OOC>> arcangel chortles.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "But why stick to the Height Rule?"

<<OOC>> Hitherby.Jenna looks aghast at arcangel.

<<OOC>> Hitherby.Jenna says "Because God is good!"

<<OOC>> arcangel laughs!!

<<OOC>> Hitherby.Jenna says "Breaking the height rule was the Original Sin! After Adam ate the apple of Knowledge of Top and Bottom and tried to put on clothes and dom God."

<<OOC>> Sirea says "God is good, good is great, so pass the lube and lets ma- ...you can finish that foir yourself."

<<OOC>> arcangel hahahahahahahahaha!

<<OOC>> Sirea says "God is great, rather. And Hitherby, here's a /bowl/ full of cookies for you!"

<<OOC>> Hitherby.Jenna says "He told God, 'My trouser snake taught me that I should eat of your luscious fruit.'"

<<OOC>> Sirea oh dears.

<<OOC>> Sirea says "So that's why Lilith left Adam? They both became Tops and couldn't agree on who get dibs? ;D"

<<OOC>> Hitherby.Jenna says "I call 'em like I see 'em."

<<OOC>> Sirea | Fou-Lu frowns. Hey, he is eating out with you now. He doesn't hate you /that/ much. See? No grab-sword-to-kill reflex!

Mitylene lifts hir whitewing eyebrows. "Oh? Why would your neighbor be so rude? I find you to be a gracious and sensible being, madam."

<<OOC>> Liriel admires.

<<OOC>> Sirea | Fou-Lu flusters and whisks Liriel off. Pay /no/ attention to that glitzy diva.

<<OOC>> Mitylene thinks Fou-Lu is just jealous.

<<OOC>> Sirea | Fou-Lu hmphs. No, he's just trying to keep Liri straight on what a /real/ Grigori is like.

<<OOC>> Mitylene is just as real as Fou-Lu. So nyah.

<<OOC>> Liriel goes to visit Miriam again. At least she is just insane. Liri can deal with that.

<<OOC>> Sirea | Fou-Lu snorts. First Fallen of Lucifer no less, /and/ one that denies her Destiny and what she could have been. And she wonders why he gets so edgy? Pfft.

<<OOC>> arcangel can't think of any better closing line, sans realElly...!

<<OOC>> Sirea thinks that was good. :D

<<OOC>> Liriel nodnods! :)

Liriel hugs Beth! :::D

Fou-Lu tackles Liriel and tries to convince her to not like those kind of Grigori.

arcangel hugs Liriel, giggling!

You say "What kind of Grigori would those be, Fou-Lu?"

Liriel notes that "those kind of Grigori" has no stinky discord!

Liriel says "With a big D!"

Mitylene preens.

Fou-Lu says "The flighty fairy bastards who flirt with demons and want to RAISE FAMILIES."

Sirea brb!

Liriel laughs!

arcangel snickers.

Liriel says "Hey! Why aren't Grigori allowed to flirt with demons? Hiram does it all the time, and Bez did it too!"

arcangel snickers.

You say "Fou is jealous?"

Liriel says "Clearly. He feels threatened."

You say "So it would seem!"

A Discussion That Didn't Happen After The First Half Of This Episode

<<OOC>> arcangel hugs Elly.

<<OOC>> Sirea hugs!

<<OOC>> Liriel hugs Haru! "Thanks for the rp!"

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Liriel - final pose, or pause for later?"

<<OOC>> Elly snugs. :) Thank you ALL so much!

<<OOC>> arcangel cuddles!

<<OOC>> Liriel says "Let's pause."

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Okay!"

<<Scene Stop>>

Liriel twirls her tail. THIS is interesting and deeply cool!

Elly HUGS ALL. THanks again! :) I'll see you around soon, I hope - when's good for people?

You say "Wednesday, I'm busy. Thursday or Friday?"

Liriel says "I can play Thursday, same time as today."

Liriel says "Or Friday."

You say "Works for me!"

Sirea yays.

Elly says "Thursday or Friday both work for me. :)"

You say "Let's try for Thursday, then?"

Liriel says "Okay, then I vote for Thursday! :D"

Liriel says "Instant gratification and all. ;P"

arcangel giggles.

arcangel is glad y'all are entertained!

Liriel is /vastly/ amused! :D

arcangel beams.

Sirea <3 <3

Liriel gives Elly a medal for smoking out the Watchers, with her excellent editorial and Eli-interview!

Demiurge hehs.

Elly does a little dance!

Haru HUGS you all. See you around on Thursday!

arcangel snugs!

Demiurge says "Take care!"

Liriel huggles Haru! :)

Fou-Lu doesn't really look forward to meeting this guy-gal-potato, but he has more things to worry about right now!

Sirea hugs! See you!

You say "Potato??"

arcangel waves to Haru!

Fou-Lu shrugs. Seemed viable. Box of light cream also works.

Liriel says "The most bishie potato in all of creation!"

arcangel snickers.

Liriel says "Fou, you're just jealous. ;P"

Fou-Lu is NOT. Ignore his ears which are twittering with murderous jealousy.

Liriel .oO( Fou-Lu really, really HATES that Other Grigori go visiting to Elly & Liri! )

You say "Why would Fou be jealous? *innocent*"

Fou-Lu says "So the creambox dresses snazzy and has no Discord and is a player. Do /I/ care? Hah! No. I don't care so much, I make Djinn look like emotional fountains of concern!"

Liriel | FOU-LU: Those are MY redemtion-baits, thank you! I NEED the brownie points from Dominic for them! GO AWAY!!!

Fou-Lu doesn't think you'll redeem, though. *ZING*

Mitylene sticks a pale-pink tongue out at Fou-Lu. Nywah.

Haru has disconnected.

Fou-Lu sticks out a semi-gold tongue. Nyaaaaaaa. He has an awesome boyfriend, so there.

Liriel is impressed with Fou! "You may well be the only angel in S-L who doesn't think Liri will redeem!" *gives cookies*

Mitylene sniffs. Only one?

Fou-Lu blushes with anger. "Yes, only one. I'm not some dirty harlot who sleeps with anything with two legs, unlike /some/ Choirmates."

Mitylene doesn't sleep with ANYthing with two legs. Mitylene has high standards!

Liriel coils up and starts filming. No Soap Opera is complete without a thorough catfight!

Liriel smirk.

Fou-Lu says "Which include demons! You dirty mockery of Uriel's Word!"

Fou-Lu swiftly sweeps Angela under the rug, since she's not technically a demon, and Fou is loathe to admit to weird crushes.

Mitylene lifts eyebrows like swanwings. "ExCUSE me? I am being polite to polite demons who show unexpected good sense. I am not _sleeping_ with them."

Fou-Lu says "You're /flirting/ with them."

Mitylene says, "And even if I _am_ -- so?"

Fou-Lu says "What do you think Uriel would say, with you flying around like some bloody fairy queen, making kissy faces at DAMNED DIRTY DEMONS?!"

Mitylene says, "HOPEfully, he'd have a stroke and die, and I wouldn't need to worry about him for the next minute or two!"

Fou-Lu says "Well you /don't/, because he's in Heaven thank God, but there's still the ETHICS of the whole thing! Just because the holder of the Word was a murderous lunatic does not give you the right to spit upon it!"

Mitylene sneers, "And what have _you_ done for Purity lately?"

Liriel .oO( Uriel was okay when he was a Seraph. Those chains really messed him up. )

Fou-Lu crosses his arms smugly and says "I am back in the good graces of my Lord Dominic, which is doing more for the Word of Purity than /you/ are, what with your flirting and floating around like some sort of diva!"

Mitylene sniffs. "You haven't the faintest idea, so-called Judge. And further, you're hardly _Pure_ with all that Discord."

Fou-Lu .oO(And I have that damned Bright tagging along with me. Ugh. I knew Uriel heard what I said! I /knew/ it!)

Liriel .oO( She can hardly be a _damned_ Bright already? Didn't she just redeem? )

Fou-Lu grits his teeth and hisses "I earned my Discord by serving my Word as best I could, not by hiding like a coward and trying to keep families going."

Mitylene says, "If you'd been serving the Word, you wouldn't be Discordant, you silly Grigori."

Liriel facewings. "Fou-Lu... My dear nighbour, don't be so uptight. Is it really so bad that your Choirbrother speaks civilly to Ellone and myself? I'll hardly stop going to the Pub for drinks with you just because a polite Grigori has stepped out from the shadows."

Fou-Lu fumes. "Silly Grigori? You are a blasphemous fool! Do you know how /hard/ it is to serve your Word, with no guidance or support, always trying to keep yourself from the brink of soul-death, always being hunted by /both/ sides?!"

Fou-Lu glares at Liriel. "It's not about that any longer, Serpent. I have my honor and morals to defend against this flighty wannabe of a Grigori."

Mitylene says, "Well, here I am, alive, and serving the Word as best I can, even after it rejected me. And not so... drippy. Ew. How can you _stand_ yourself?"

Fou-Lu fumes some more. "I can stand myself because I still have my duty and my /pride/. I'm not some damned hedonist. If Dominic accepted me back, then it's obvious that my years of effort were not in vain."

Liriel sighs and keeps filming. Catfight is good entertainment, even if it is more Mediaesque than proper news.

Liriel says "Do you know Mitylene at all, Fou?"

Mitylene turns slightly, to toss over hir shoulder, "I'm not a damned hedonist, either, no matter what you think of me. I'm just not allowing myself to become a fossilized relic, lost in the future."

Fou-Lu ignores Liriel. He doesn't like logic getting in the way of a good rant. Especially when his little it of dignity is being attacked!

Liriel says "I thought Judgement were supposed to _investigate_ first, before accusing left, right and center..."

Liriel is just asking questions. It's part of her Wo...er, job!

Mitylene says, "Ah, madam, don't distress yourself. If Judgment had really investigated, instead of crying 'how high?' when Creation yelled 'jump,' then we'd never have been exiled."

Fou-Lu says "I wasn't accusing you of being one. Just some of our other Choirmates."

Fou-Lu grumps at the both of them.

Mitylene looks down hir white nose at Fou.

Liriel says "Fou, give over. You're being judgmental and pissy, and you know it. Don't make me bring in the Relievers..."

Fou-Lu bites back a snarl.

<<OOC>> Ryukage back. ...snrrrrrrk.

Fou-Lu hmphs.

Mitylene says, "Oh, relievers? They're so adorable. I'm so glad to see them again."

Fou-Lu mutters something that vaguely indicates agreement.

Liriel smiles politely to Mitylene and does not mention that Dominic lacked the cooperation of someone bearing the Word of Investigation. This may have caused some difficulties. Ahem.

<<OOC>> Sirea says "You know what's funny? /No/ one ever agrees with Fou's idea of things. I'm waiting for the day when he realizes this, and has a crisis of quiestoning himself. ;D"

<<OOC>> Ryukage laughs!

<<OOC>> Liriel awwws and wuvs Fou! <3 <3 <3

<<OOC>> arcangel awwwws. Chadril likes Fou!

<<OOC>> Liriel is so far remaining faithful to her Djinn anyway. so hah!

<<OOC>> Sirea says "Well, it'll either be "Maybe I'm crazy and a rebel!" or "Maybe I'm surrounded by crazy rebels!""

<<OOC>> Ryukage | Malphas agrees with Fou-Lu. [smilesmile]

<<OOC>> Liriel HEE!

Fou-Lu pouts. Well, he is a "pokerspine" in a realm of Creationers and demons. What did he expect?

arcangel giggles.

<<OOC>> arcangel er, giggles? O:>

<<OOC>> Hitherby.Jenna | Kobal says, "Bah. Malphas agrees with *everyone*. No surprise. No, the funny thing is, *I* support you, Fou-Lu. You've got eyes that see the world clearly."

<<OOC>> Ryukage /laughs/!

Liriel says "He's hardly the only one. There are spiny Malakim and Seraphim around too. And a Bal!"

Ryukage says "And a Lilim! ^^"

<<OOC>> Hitherby.Jenna | Kobal saunters away, saving the whistle until he's out of earshot.

<<OOC>> Ryukage /giggles/.

<<OOC>> arcangel heeheehee

<<OOC>> Liriel laughs!

<<OOC>> Sirea | Fou-Lu runs screaming from the Princes. He'll have /Andre/ to deal with soon. He doesn't need more.