Demiurge grins.

Mellor says "Hi!"

Jude_Wallace puts on the JudeSuit.

Demiurge says "arcangel, you tempter."

Jude_Wallace gets filled with the Judgment of God~!

arcangel blinks innocently.

arcangel is just enticing people, that's all...

Mellor chews a tentacle whilst we're waiting.

You say "Let's see. You both had a message, I recall, directing you to meet Someone In Particular at the campus main gates, at a particular time?"

Jude_Wallace says "Next day, at a time."

Demiurge | Asmodeus checks his Dominic Mask.

Jude_Wallace says "I have to go tell the Boss how everyone is all bad."

arcangel nods, and chuckles.

Mellor says "I can't remember, but yes."

<<Scene Start>>

<<OOC>> Mellor had to bring a female host, as well.

<<OOC>> arcangel can dig up Mellor's and quote it, if Mellor wants?

<<OOC>> Mellor says "That's be good?"

<<OOC>> arcangel digs.

<<OOC>> arcangel | The letter reads, in gothic, slightly drippy calligraphy, "I will meet you day after your first class, at the gates. You will report. Bring a female host." There is no signature.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Heh. Poor Mellor. Jude gets a time. Mellor gets to guess "when.""

<<OOC>> arcangel says "When is Mellor going to start waiting?"

<<OOC>> Mellor says "OK, I'll just have to be there from midnight."

<<OOC>> arcangel grins.

<<OOC>> arcangel starts descriptions, then.

<<OOC>> Mellor gets Angela to bring 'Animal Farm' (and hopes it doesn't count as subversive)

<<OOC>> arcangel says "You can read it while you wait, since there's a streetlight there!"

<<OOC>> Demiurge says "How picturesque."

It's coming on to noon, the time on Jude's note. Mellor/Angela has been there since midnight -- somewhat under protest from Angela, who has had to be soothed with images of handsome mysterious strangers many times -- and occasionally fending off helpful Security guards or random students.

<<OOC>> Mellor says "It's a shame Angela doesn't smoke (yet) or wear black berets."

Jude_Wallace appears ten minutes before noon, notebook in hand, looking very Judgment like. This is his first ever debriefing by the Chief on Earth. How cool! How totally cool!

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Hey, Jude -- it's... that girl again. The one who kissed you. Who Danny said was... Shedite-ridden."

Mellor coils and stretches at the back of Angela's mind, fretting more and more as time goes on. Angela is re-reading the good bits of Animal Farm (where the horse gets driven off to be killed, and where Napoleon gives inspirational speeches), when she catches Jude frmo the corner of an eye.

Jude_Wallace stops in mid-stride, when the _reality_ of what or who is standing at the gate hits him. But... the Chief said _here_. So he has to meet the Chief here, icky nasty gross kissing Shedite or not.

Jude_Wallace keeps a stiff upper lip.

The clock -- several minutes early, chimes thirteen.

Jude_Wallace walks up to the gate and makes a big production of ignoring Angela.

Jude_Wallace is making such a big production out of it, it's very obvious he notices her and is expecting her to notice that he's ignoring her.

Angela flicks through the rest of the book, without reading. The look in her big blue eyes as she picks Jude out is guarded, and darkly suspicious.

<<OOC>> Mellor says "I know my boss is a master of disguise but really..."

<<OOC>> arcangel snickers.

The minutes till Noon creep slowly forward.

One creeps backwards for a few, then jumps ahead five.

Jude_Wallace still ignores Angela in a spectacular not-really-ignoring fashion.

Angela asks, "Looking for someone?"

<<OOC>> Jude_Wallace lags out on Too.

Jude_Wallace says "What? Talking to me?"

The girl smirks and deliberately opens her book again.

Jude_Wallace goes back to doing all sorts of ignoring of Angela.

The minutes creep, in their petty pace...

Jude_Wallace waits, and fidgets.

*tick*tick*tick*

Mellor withdraws inside its host, grateful at least that the malakite isn't here too.

The hands are at Noon now. But there are only students and the occasional teacher passing in and out of the gates, taking no notice of the waiting pair.

Jude_Wallace starts looking around for someone who looks like a Really Huge Seraph in a Robe.

It is five minutes after Noon now.

Angela suppresses a cute yawn. "Did you like the book?" she asks/

Jude_Wallace ignores Angela by answering her, "Oh yeah, I guess."

(Six minutes...)

"Are you sure you really want to hang aruond here?" She says, turning pages without looking at them. "It's not very interesting."

Jude_Wallace says "I'm, um, waiting for someone."

Angela perks up, "Danny?"

Jude_Wallace eyes Angela. "_No_. Sheesh."

Mellor gets this sinking feeling. Doom.

(Seven minutes after noon.)

Jude_Wallace goes back to making a big show of ignoring Angela.

Angela peers at Jude, a malevolent intelligence shining through, "Someone a little more.. distinguished?" she suggests.

Jude_Wallace sniffs. "Someone cooler then you. Although that's not much of a stretch."

Angela pouts, "Fine then. I wont' tell you who I was waiting for either."

Jude_Wallace says "Probably someone else whose icky and has tentacles."

<<OOC>> arcangel snickers.

<<OOC>> arcangel reminds Mellor of all the rumors about certain people's true forms.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Of course, all the rumors are contradictory."

This time its Angela's turn to sniff.

Jude_Wallace looks at Angela and holds his hand up to his nose and waggles his fingers. "See? Tentacles. _BRAIN_ tentacles. They probably leave drippy brain slime."

<<OOC>> Demiurge thinks Jude should have stayed out of his roommate's notes on AD&D Mind Flayers.

Mellor giggles, points out to Angela that he is evidently quite mad.

Jude_Wallace goes back to looking for someone tall, strong, and Seraphic. Maybe the Chief can melt the Shedite to a spot! That would be JUST!

Angela backs off a step and pouts more. "I know you like me," she says, with a vicious edge to the smile, "But you don't have to do that whole act."

It's edging to ten minutes after noon, and there is a sound of a motorcycle engine. Now, this is not unusual, however, there is something about this one that... catches the ear, somehow. It's coming closer, and you hear it and know that it's _coming closer_ and even if you turned and ran, it wouldn't help. Your heart would burst and it would still be on your back, closer and closer.

Angela turns smartly, and swallows.

Jude_Wallace stands straighter.

<<OOC>> Demiurge says "So who's on the motorcycle, and who's in the sidecar? :)"

The noise draws the ears, and the eyes follow. There is a huge motorcycle approaching. It looks like someone skinned a car. It's being driven by a young man in a leather jacket (with chains) and leather chaps over faded blue jeans, wearing army boots. There is someone behind him, riding side-saddle, of which only a bit of blowing black skirt can be seen easily, and a flash of what was once immaculately french-braided blond hair.

Mellor quivers, just in case.

Jude_Wallace finds this all weird, but continues to stand at attention.

<<OOC>> Jude_Wallace flashes to Koko wa Greenwood.

<<OOC>> Jude_Wallace clutches his head! NOOO! Not Greenwood!

The motorcycle pulls up in front of the gates. It can now be seen that the passenger is a tall woman, with narrow cheekbones. Her hair has been wind-blown rather sadly. She is clutching one shoulder of the man's jacket in something of a deathgrip, while the rest of her is plainly attempting to not touch him if at all possible. She is holding one shoe in her other hand, and indeed, seems to be partly barefoot.

The guy purrs, "Here's your stop, babe."

The woman sides off the cycle without a word, and the guy adds, "Hey, you're lucky I came along. Too bad about your car, though."

The woman says, very clipped, "Thank you." She looks at Jude.

The man looks at Mellor/Angela.

Jude_Wallace is all at attention and stuff.

The woman points to a bench -- _outside_ the gates -- which Jude is not entirely sure was there a moment ago. "We will talk there, Judriel," she murmurs.

Mellor has no idea who it is looking at. Well, maybe just enough of an idea to drop its gaze to the ground sharply and forget to breathe.

The guy chuckles and swings off the motorcycle to swagger over to Mellor/Angela.

Jude_Wallace walks over to the bench, straight backed and proper.

Mellor pages: I have to ask. Is he cute?

You paged Mellor with 'He is a Bad Boy. He is everything Angela believes is a wicked rock star. He draws Angela's eyes, though she's thinking he's not... typically cute. She thinks he's more attractive than Danny.'.

The woman limps along after Jude, trying to also be straightbacked and proper, with one heel-broken shoe in her hand.

You paged Mellor with 'Angela is even now entertaining daydreams that he'd toss her onto that motorcycle and they'd ride off into the romantic sunset, the wind in their hair.'.

Jude_Wallace sits on the bench, and whips out.... (da da da da da da BOOM) the Notebook.

Angela's gaze creeps up the biker-dude slowly, and she chews her lip cutely, posture altering.

The woman sits next to Jude and scowls at her shoe, then puts it back on. She sighs, then straightens again. "Please report."

From afar, Mellor boggles at that. (If I can see her daydreams).

Long distance to Mellor: arcangel figures that Mellor can, sure. More fun that way.

The biker-dude has muscles, apparent from the tight chaps and tighter jeans. His black shirt has a few artistic rents in it that hint of more muscles there. His jacket is leather, with chains and buckles. His expression is ... possessive.

Jude_Wallace flips open his notebook. "I've made many observations on the behavior of the students I am with, Ma'am. Many of them are heretics, and some of them..." his eyes flick to Angela, "are demons. Or WORSE. I've made notes on everyone I've met here so far."

The woman nods to Jude. "This is well. We will return to that part of the report later. What have you learned, in your time on Earth?"

"I received your note, Lord," ... foreign words come through Angela's lips.. "In which way might I best serve?"

Mellor passes briefly over any ideas Angela might have about how she might best serve. It's too painful.

Jude_Wallace says "I have learned that humans are strange and interesting people, but actually pretty cool once you get past all the crimes they've committed and still need to repent for. Some are good, some are evil, some are pretty fun, and some act really weird. I've also found out that you shouldn't go around informing humans when they're not acting within the Laws 'cause they don't seem to like that and stuff. They'd rather you, you know, be more subtle with them and teach them and stuff."

The biker-dude's little grin turns wider. "Wanna take a ride, babe?" he purrs. "Nothing unusual or wrong about meeting someone to... talk to him."

The woman nods to Jude again. "This is true. We are also supposed to minimize overt revelations of the War to mortals, by God's instruction."

(Jude is immediately going to feel... like examining his behavior for Black Marks.)

Jude_Wallace says "So I've learned in class, Ma'am."

Mellor has reconnected.

Mellor has partially disconnected.

The woman says, "Good. Have you applied your learning?"

<<OOC>> Mellor says "Does he normally talk like this? (Hmmmmmmmmm)"

Long distance to Mellor: arcangel resends, just in case.| The biker-dude's little grin turns wider. "Wanna take a ride, babe?" he purrs. "Nothing unusual or wrong about meeting someone to... talk to him."

Jude_Wallace says "Not yet. I haven't had any oppportunity to apply what I've learned in class yet."

The woman says, "One of my Seraphim reported that you wish to recruit someone, perhaps?"

Mellor pages: I'm so deeply suspicious.

You paged Mellor with 'Well, you could always try to possess him...'.

Angela grins at the guy goofily, admiring the jacket. "I.. uh.."

You paged Mellor with 'Or you could always ask that Big Seraph over there, talking to Jude, who she came in with.'.

You paged Mellor with '_She_ ought to know.'.

Mellor pages: Uhh

Mellor just asks, "Who are you?"

<<OOC>> Jude_Wallace says "Sorry, jog my memory. Who am I recruiting?"

<<OOC>> Jude_Wallace says "My memory is like a sieve."

The biker-dude pats Angela's cheek, with the fingerless riding gloves warm and smooth. "What, forgot the letter I sent you already? I'd talk here but," and he glances over his shoulder at Jude and the woman, "the company's not the best."

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Jude was telling Greg stuff that was a bit... non-mundane."

Mellor wants to curl up and die now. Still, at least I was here.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Greg being the math-major who Jude met the first day."

Jude_Wallace nods. "I was hoping to be able to recruit and train my roomie, Ma'am."

<<OOC>> Jude_Wallace says "Oh, sorry."

<<OOC>> arcangel nods. "That's okay, you're trying to get to be roomies."

<<OOC>> Jude_Wallace fixes that. Erm. s/roomie/Greg/g.

Mellor also tells Angela to get with it. We're going for a ride with this nice biker-dude.

The woman says, "Ah. Tell me about this Greg."

The biker-dude offers Angela an elbow to escort her the few paces to the motorcycle, and then picks her up and sits her, sidesaddle, on the passenger seat.

Angela nods obediently and makes ehr best effort at slinking over towards the bike. She giggles as she is put on the passenger seat.

Jude_Wallace recites, my rote, everything he knows about Greg, and how he's shy and introverted, but coming into service of the Lord would do his self esteem a world of good.

The biker-dude swings onto the bike himself and starts it back up. (Key? What key? Mellor didn't see no key...) It vibrates disturbingly. "Hang on, babe," he purrs, quietly, but the words reaching Mellor's ears anyway.

Angela puts her arms around his waist, and only wishes there were more people about to admire her.

The biker-dude is brawny. There are some people who are, indeed, casting little stares in their direction. At least two appear to be Campus Security.

<<OOC>> Mellor says "So long, suckers!"

The bike is revved, it vibrates, and then they are speeding off, weaving through incoming students, cars, teachers, and missing a squirrel crossing the road by a wing's thickness.

Shortly, they are on the other side of campus, outside an ice cream pushcart. "What flavour do you like, babe?" the biker-dude asks, again overly quiet but heard nonetheless.

Angela wriggles closer and holds on tight. This is exciting!

"I'll have whatever you're having?" she says hopefully.

<<OOC>> Demiurge says "Brimstone and sulphur flavour?"

The biker-dude grins. "Chocolate all the way, little one." He parks the bike, and swings off, then lifts Angela down and escorts her over.

The woman listens to Jude's recitation patiently. "This is a potentially acceptable recruit, Judriel. However, do not tell him too much, too quickly. You should also contact the local... powers here, to ensure that you are not recruiting someone they wish to recruit."

Jude_Wallace says "You mean Heavenly powers, right Ma'am? Like angels of the Sword?"

The woman says, "I mean Heavenly powers, yes. But, unfortunately... not so reliable as the Sword, in many ways."

Jude_Wallace says "Oh? Not those decadent Creationers! I'd report _them_ immediately."

The woman says, "No, not Creation, though there are some of Creation in service here. It... is not pressing. Tell me about your teachers."

Jude_Wallace says "I have met one teacher, Miss di Ordo. She's, um, tall."

Angela's big eyes open wider, and she sidles closer to her companion.

The biker-dude swaggers up to the pushcart, wearing Angela like an ornament on his arm. He acquires two Haagan-Daaz chocolate chocolate fudge ice-creams, and hands one to Angela, escorting her back to the bike. "Here, hold mine a moment," he says, lifting her up again once both hands are free.

You paged Mellor with 'Angela is probably feeling soooooooo precious, to be fussed over like someone's pet.'.

Mellor pages: I'm sure.

You paged Mellor with 'Mellor is probably waiting for the other jackboot to drop?'.

Mellor pages: I'm sure of that too. Wondering about chocolate ice-cream too though,

You paged Mellor with 'Angela is happy to eat chocolate chocolate fudge!'.

The woman says to Jude, "This is true. And?"

Jude_Wallace says "She's very stern. I suspect she's a Seraph. And she does wear strange gloves."

<<OOC>> Demiurge says "They're just gloves. Really."

The woman says, "She is not a Seraph. What else have you observed about her?"

<<OOC>> Demiurge grins.

Jude_Wallace says "Just that she's stern and kind of mysterious. I haven't seen her enough past that to make a value judgment, Ma'am."

The woman tightens her lips. "That is a pity. More information on her is often... of interest. Very well. Report to me about those you have interacted with."

Jude_Wallace says "Well, Daria is VERY bad, because she's a servitor of the Wind and therefore a heretic."

The woman blinks, slowly, thrice. "Indeed. What has Daria of the Wind done?"

<<OOC>> Jude_Wallace says "What do y ou need?"

<<OOC>> arcangel sent in page.

Angela grins at the man happily and wriggles around on the bike. She takes the ice-cream and licks at it.

The ice-cream is pure, decadent chocolate. It is almost enough to make one understand what Gluttony has going for it to make it a Princely Word. It is much better than that food at the Borgia Center.

The man takes his own ice-cream back and licks it thoughtfully. "So, little one," he murmurs. "Tell me what you've been learning here."

The ice-cream may not be long for this world. Clearly, it is evil stuff and should be cherished.

.. and eaten

Jude_Wallace says "Daria of the Wind has obviously committed crimes. ALL Servitors of the Wind have. AND, she's picked on me."

The woman says, "She's picked on you?"

Jude_Wallace says "Teasing. You know, not acting like a _proper_ Seraph."

The woman says, "Ah. It is true that the Seraphim of the Wind are... often distressingly lax. Has she lied outright, and not simply shaded the Truth as her master allows?"

Jude_Wallace says "Er..... I think she's just been lax, Ma'am."

The woman nods. "This is well, Judriel. And the others?"

Angela crosses her legs at the ankle and smiles up at him. "There's been a lot to assimilate, Lord," the pale-blue voice says diffidently. "Mortals can be skittish, wilful, uncontrolled... but there are ways to try and herd them in the right direction."

Jude_Wallace recites all the others in his list, and gives fairly blah reports on them: nothing good, nothing bad. He doesn't know them enough. And then he gets to these multiple pages filled with notes about this girl... "There's a Shedite about. It's in that girl who left here. And it... it... it KISSED me. Yuck."

The biker-dude nods, taking another thoughtful lick of his ice-cream. "And have you identified other celestials upon campus?"

"None of my own band, Lord. I have been trying to spot signs of other celestial activity, but it seems difficult to distinguish from insanity without risking a more.. um... specific test. I have noted more than one pupil in my own class who knows too much about celestial affairs. The boy at the gate is an angel, I think. He knows a malakite."

Mellor also eats ice-cream -- if I'm going to die, I want to finish this chocolate stuff first!

Mellor remembers to add, more hopefully, "And I took out a triad at the local mall."

The man nods, and takes a bite out of his ice-cream. His teeth are white and inhumanly even. "The boy at the gate is a Servitor of Judgment." He raises his head at Mellor's next revelation. "You did? How interesting. Tell me about that."

Mellor . o O (Judgment. No wonder he acts brainwashed.)

The woman blinks. "Why did it kiss you, my Servitor?"

Jude_Wallace says "I think because it thought it was funny, Ma'am."

The woman says, "Is it a Servitor of Dark Humor, then?"

Jude_Wallace says "Well, I haven't seen it actually prank, or act out in class, or anything that would tip it off as a servitor of Dark Humor. I don't actually know who it works for. I just know it's slimy and stuff."

The woman says, "That is a tautology with Shedim, yes. Even those which are redeemable tend to ... drip, for a short time before redemption. Do you think this Shedite might have been attempting to distract you with corporeal pleasures?"

Jude_Wallace says "Ma'am, I think it was just being shedite-like."

The woman tilts her head for a moment, then nods. "True." She narrows her eyes at Judriel. "I know who it serves, I believe. However, I want you to attempt to uncover this information for yourself. It will be appropriate practice for future work, especially with triads."

Jude_Wallace says "Yes, Ma'am!" with enthusiasm. Cool, an investigation assignment!

Mellor reports succinctly, "I was in the mall, looking for evidence of renegade activity, when I noted three men in dark suits. They spotted me as well, although I made no move, and tried to apprehend me. So I knocked them out and informed mortal security. On questioning them afterwards, I found that they were searching for a celestial of some sort also, and I saw a picture of it."

<<OOC>> Demiurge just admires.

The woman says, "Now. Tell me about the boy you saw at the Mall. The red-haired one, whom you confronted."

The biker-dude lifts one eyebrow. "I am... intrigued. Tell me about this celestial they were searching for."

Mellor makes Angela eat more ice-cream to distract her from commenting on how her memories might not match up entirely with its report.

Jude_Wallace recites, in a businesslike manner, everything that he saw about the red-haired boy. "I chased him through the Mall, of course, Ma'am, attempting to apprehend him myself. But he attempted to foster me off on human security while trying to get away. I suspect he is a demon, or worse. Although I don't think he's another shedite. I reported my activities to the Triad on duty."

Angela nods and describes the picture as accurately as the combined memory of herself and her possessor will allow.

The woman says, "Yes. That was highly appropriate to report to them. He... is not a demon, we believe. However, he has the potential to be dangerous, and should be returned to supervision." She makes a reach, as if for a purse, and then pauses. "If I may have your note book, I will inscribe a phone number you should call, if you see this individual again."

Jude_Wallace hands over his notebook.

The woman takes the notebook and then holds her hand out. "I seem to require a pen," she says, with dry annoyance.

Jude_Wallace also gives the woman his pen.

<<OOC>> Demiurge says "Oh dear, did the purse get left behind with the car? :)"

<<OOC>> Mellor giggles

The biker-dude listens, patient and still, not even eating his ice-cream. Strangely, it does not seem inclined to melt. Perhaps it is afraid to. "Interesting." He pulls out a wallet from one jacket pocket and flips it open. There is a picture of a red-haired man in mirrorshades and a very tacky tie. "Did he look like this at all?"

You paged Mellor with 'hey, red hair. All these humans look alike, right? _Angela_ doesn't think they look exactly alike, though the hair color matches _very_ well.'.

Mellor is about to answer, but pauses a moment to confer with Angela, who has a lifetime's experience of recognising humans.

<<OOC>> Jude_Wallace says "Who are we chasing? Jack Keros? :)"

Angela says, carefully, "I.. We don't think they were exactly alike, Lord. But the hair colour is distinctive. That was the same."

The woman writes the phone number in the note book, in a clear, elegant hand. She hands the notebook and pen back. "There. Now, is there anything that you would ask me, or ask of me?"

Jude_Wallace puts his pen and notebook away. "No, Ma'am. I am dedicated to preserving Judgment, and passing my classes."

The biker-dude nods thoughtfully. "He would not be able to elude all our attentions, so long-term... Did the triad mention why they were seeking this boy whose hair is similar?"

Mellor says "No."

The woman says, "You may regret not asking me questions later. However, you believe there is nothing else you need to know at this time." She stands, and stumbles slightly on the heel-less shoe. With a taut sigh through her nose, she adds, "Do you suppose you could loan me a quarter so I might call for transportation? There was a ... difficulty with my car, and that... _individual_ who gave me a ride here did not pause when my purse-strap broke."

Jude_Wallace also stands up, back straight. He digs into a pocket and hands his Chief a quarter.

The biker-dude nods thoughtfully. "Interesting. All right. Tell me, have you seen anyone who appears like this?" He flicks his wrist and the wallet pictures flip to show two more. One is of a Lilim, green horns, attractive, with a pair of thick glasses. The other is human or Habbalite, in mirror-shades -- a fuzzy picture of her from the waist up, showing her wolf's-head tattoo on her back, and the leather fingerless gloves she wears.

<<OOC>> Mellor says "I don't think I have?"

The woman takes the quarter. "My thanks. Bide a moment." She limps over to a pay phone near the gates and makes her call.

You paged Mellor with 'Give me an Int roll, or a Perception roll.'.

Jude_Wallace waits patiently.

Mellor pages: Int then :)

<<GAME>> Mellor rolls the d666 and gets 4 1 CHECK: 5.

You paged Mellor with 'Well, there's something familiar about the Habbalite/human/whatever. The Lilim, nope, no clue.'.

Mellor winds around inside Angela's head, picking at the photographs with soft girl-hands. She pauses at the tattooed woman for longer. "I don't recall either of these people specifically, but this one looks familiar in some way."

The biker-dude smiles, looking like some great predator himself for a moment. "Interesting. I had hoped they would seek refuge here." He slides the pair of photographs out and hands them to Angela/Mellor. "Keep these. The Lilim is Renegade. The Habbalite is... one I wish to speak to, and one I wish to keep out of the hands of Lust."

The woman finishes her call. She limps back to the bench and sits. "I will await the transportation here. You may return to your duties." Out of nowhere, she produces a white feather, about a finger's length long. "Keep this safe. If you need great aid, call while holding it."

Jude_Wallace takes the feather. "Thank you, Ma'am. Anything else?"

The woman shakes her head. "I do not think so. Go, my Servitor. You likely have classes."

Jude_Wallace picks up his bag and his notebook. "Thank you, Ma'am." And since he's dismissed, he's dismissed. He turns around and scoots back through the gate.

Mellor takes the photographs with as much respect as it would anything else it was given from his hand.

The biker-dude finishes off his ice-cream cone with a crunch. (When had he eaten it all?) "Is there anything else you need to report to me? Or ask, babe?" His voice is also rolling back to the less formal tones.

<<OOC>> Demiurge will let Danny take care of Lust for her, thank you very much. ;)

<<OOC>> arcangel snickers. Don't want a guardian Shedite?

Mellor asks, "Lord, I have seen the malakite around campus. I durst not keep this host much longer while he knows her face, as I dont trust him not to kill her despite the local laws. What is the recourse in this place, if the coropreal rules are broken?"

<<OOC>> Demiurge says "Nope."

<<OOC>> Mellor says "Of course you do! Everyone does!"

The biker-dude nods, slowly, his fingers tapping in slow motion on the leather seat of the bike that Angela/Mellor is perched on. "The one known as 'ArchDean' claims this territory, and will not permit her rules to be broken. It might be fascenating to see if she could be set openly against Judgment, but do not attempt to manipulate the situation -- you are far younger than she, and cannot accomplish such subterfuge."

He falls silent again for a long long heartbeat. "You should have some sort of teacher or mentor, who is aware of your nature. If that one does not bring you to his or her celestial master, you shall return to your Heart and... I will deal with the matter."

Angela nods dutifully and flutters her eyelashes.

<<OOC>> Mellor wants to ask why she had to bring a female host, but hasn't got the nerve )

The biker-dude smiles. "And should I ensure that your host's memories are clouded, my Servitor?"

You paged Mellor with 'Mellor may take that as a 'either way, I'm losing' question.'.

Mellor pages: Eh?

You paged Mellor with 'The tone of voice suggests that saying Yes will somehow be as distressing as saying No.'.

Mellor whispers, "Whatever you feel is best."

The biker-dude chuckles, not reassuringly, and lifts Angela down. He leans down a little and whispers in Angela's ear, "Remember _me_."

Angela is, Mellor can suddenly feel, in the Marches and Mellor is all but alone in her body. The man holds Mellor by the shoulders until the Shedite remembers what legs are, then swings onto his motorcycle.

He says, "She'll be back in a few minutes." And then he's gunning the motorcycle and zooming away...

Mellor is alone in here! Woah! Panic.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "And Mellor is left on the back end of campus."

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Does Mellor remember how to work legs?"

<<OOC>> Demiurge | My tentacles! They've gone rigid!

<<OOC>> Mellor says "I've been kind of lazy and let the hosts worry about that."

<<OOC>> Jude_Wallace says "You are SUCH a Shedite. :)"

<<OOC>> arcangel giggles.

Mellor tries to flex a hand, without overbalancing. Surrounded by a surfeit of flesh.

It can feel that there are traces of Angela there -- but she's dreaming. Without Mellor being with her, in her dreamscape. Sitting down and using all four limbs might be stabler. Or just sitting down.

<<OOC>> Mellor says "Do I have any ice-cream left."

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Ate it all. But Angela has a little money in her purse, and the ice-cream pushcart is still over there."

<<OOC>> Mellor says "But.. but... but 'd have to WALK!"

<<OOC>> arcangel says "True."

<<OOC>> arcangel says "You could wait until Angela comes back."

<<OOC>> Demiurge | Angela, it was all a wonderful *dream* that you had while you were eating your icecream, of a handsome man on a motorbike who carried you away.

Mellor looks at the ice-cream cart and weighs up some possibilities. Maybe just one step in that direction. Just to see...

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Gimme a... Agility roll, Mellor, or Precision."

<<OOC>> Mellor groans. Precision, if its my choice.

<<GAME>> Mellor rolls the d666 and gets 6 2 CHECK: 5.

This walking thing is hard. Mellor starts to take a step and almost falls over. Maybe shuffling would be better.

<<OOC>> Mellor is laughing aloud

The push-cart man glances over at Angela incuriously, and goes back to reading his student newspaper.

Mellor sniffs loudly, already feeling immensely sorry for itself. Forgotten is the fact that its boss seemed to be in a great mood and that the worry of the past few days is laid to rest. It just frets and complains (to a head which has NO-ONE else inside to hear. Waaaah!). It decides to sit, for now.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Amuse me with another Precision roll. Don't blow it too badly."

<<GAME>> Mellor rolls the d666 and gets 2 3 CHECK: 5.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Woah, success!"

<<OOC>> Mellor says "successfully sits down! Fear me!"

<<OOC>> Jude_Wallace fears!

Sitting down is much easier! Angela/Mellor sinks to the sidewalk easily, and even manages to keep her skirt from riding up so far that people snigger at her while Mellor's all alone in the flesh.

Mellor sits heavily, and feels safer being closer to the ground. Less far to fall.

After an eternity of a few minutes, Mellor feels Angela waking up. She seems to have some fuzzy idea that they drove around, she ate ice-cream, and then he promised to come back and visit her every now and then. And something about mushing lips together.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "(How disgusting those humans are! How could you think of doing _that_ with a... a... Prince!)"

Mellor does the Shedite equivalent of letting out a long breath of relief. Even though it is only Angela, it's very very relieved that she's back again. Anything was better than.. just being alone.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Mellor would hate to be a Shedite of Malphas."

<<OOC>> Mellor says "No, nothing she thought would surprise me."

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Just horrify and repulse?"

<<OOC>> Mellor nods and winces. No. Couldn't do factions.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Going to go get some ice-cream?"

Mellor recoils from Angela's more.. physical memories. Nasty little fleshy thing that she is. It's eye is caught by the ice cream again, and hypocritically, it suggests encouragingly that more ice-cream would be a Good Thing.

Angela is happy enough to go along with this. It reminds her of her wonderful memories. She delightedly drifts over and will buy more ice cream in any flavor Mellor desires.

Long distance to Mellor: arcangel thinks that with a final pose or two, this is a wrap?

Mellor pages: Great idea.

Long distance to Mellor: arcangel was noticing the time.

Mellor suggests a few interesting looking flavours at random. At least 6 scoops of ice cream!

This orgy of ice-cream is accomplished, and Mellor and Angela trot back around to a campus gate, happily indulging.

<<OOC>> arcangel closes here?

<<OOC>> Mellor nods and hugs! You are so evil!!!

<<OOC>> arcangel hugs!

<<Scene Stop>>

arcangel beams.

Demiurge laughs.

You say "I'm evil?"

Demiurge says "Of course!"

arcangel _beams_!

Mellor says "Definitely."

arcangel is glad to have been entertaining.