Tarot says "Of course not. ;)"

Tarot pages: Or anything else.

Long distance to Tarot: arcangel grins.

arcangel cracks her knuckles.

You say "So, Daria, what are you doing the day after class?"

Daria ponders. "I probably need to take a little trip. I'd look around for a friend who might want to go for a ride, but if I couldn't find anyone after a few minutes, I'd just go."

You say "About what time would you be leaving?"

Daria says "I don't know what's around IOU, or how far away I have to go, or how long I have to stay to avoid dissonance, though."

Daria says "Mid morning. 10ish."

arcangel nods. "Okay. I can work with this..."

Daria says "Rush hour traffic jams are no fun. :^)"

arcangel grins.

You say "Lessee, it's a little podunk NH town around IOU. There _is_ the Mall, but it's really still in the area you have to get away from."

You say "You could always take trips to the Tether of the Wind at Mt. Washington, now and again."

Daria says "Oh cool! That's where I'll head, since I haven't been there yet."

You say "Okay."

<<Scene Start>>

The day is fine and clear as Daria heads out. At the main gates, she notices a girl in a white dress -- the one from her class yesterday, and she's apparently reading that book that Tarot assigned.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "No friends who wanted to go to Mt. Washington -- a few said they'd like to, but they weren't telling the truth."

<<OOC>> Daria would wrinkle her nose at people who lied and say, "If you don't want to go, you can just *tell* me that, you know! No need to lie about it."

<<OOC>> arcangel says "They insist that _really_ they want to go, but they mean that if she's going to make a big deal about it, maybe they can talk her out of it partway there."

Daria pats her backpack upon seeing the girl, trying to remember if she put the book in there or not. Oh well, no matter, can always read it later. She waves to the girl. Maybe she'll wanna stufy.

<<OOC>> Daria grins.

The girl ignores Daria -- but might not have seen her.

<<OOC>> Daria says "This was the girl doing all the doodling, right?"

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Nope -- this was Angela..."

<<OOC>> Daria says "and I meant, study, not stufy."

<<OOC>> arcangel nods.

<<OOC>> Daria ohs! But I don't know she's Mellor, I think.

<<OOC>> arcangel shakes her head. "Probably don't know, nope."

Daria thinks to herself, Angela is clearly intent on reading that book. She hops on her bike, smiles happily at the purring engine, and rides off.

<<OOC>> Daria says "Well, not OFF, but like, toward the gate."

The wind in her hair is great, even if she doesn't need the Essence of the Rite it could turn into. There's not much traffic yet, and she's sure she'll make good time.

Daria smiles broadly, satisfied, into the wind, keeping an eye open for, like, traffic and cops and road signs and boring stuff like that.

Traffic is light as she moves for one of the north-south roads that go through the state. People are slow in front of her, but she can always pass them before the oncoming traffic gets to her front wheel.

Antique stores and pine trees are the most typical things beside the road.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Oh, amuse me with a Perception roll?"

Daria occasionally smiles and waves to people as she drives past them. She tries to remember the route to get to Mt. Washington, because the map is hard to read while driving.

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

<<OOC>> Daria is character-sheet-less again, so she's just gonna watch the mighty GM for appropriate cues. :^)

Well, Daria's not entirely sure she's on the fastest route -- as the Ofanite drives -- but hey, the scenery's good! Especially that biker-dude heading towards her (though on his side of the road, natch), and his bike.

Biiiiig bike, fancy bike, driven arrow straight down the lane's middle.

It does make a kind of... off-key note to Daria's ears, though.

The engine doesn't purr. It growls, like a rabid tiger.

Daria watches the bike and biker while driving. Wow. It's...huge. But he's driving too straight. That's just not right.

<<OOC>> Tarot has this sudden image of Ofanim In Dodgem Cars.

As he approaches. Daria can see that he has a passenger, sitting side-saddle. Someone wearing a black dress that whips like a flag in the wind, with blown-about blond hair that used to be tightly braided back but which is coming undone slightly.

Daria wrinkles her eyebrows at the sight. So much black. I mean, black is okay, but, ya know, so many people wear it as if it's some political statement or something.

The bike is shining black, with tiny red details and thin stripes along it.

<<OOC>> Daria nods, then. Can I take a Seraph-look at that bike? It's clearly Not Right, and I sure wouldn't want the rider to get hurt. :^)

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Try it. It will be at a slight penalty."

<<OOC>> Tarot | Daria . o 0 ( I want to steal it for myself )

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

<<OOC>> arcangel says "That bike is a corporeal artifact."

<<OOC>> arcangel says "But aside from that, it's a bike..."

And as she approaches it, her sense of its artifact-ness... cuts off. The Truth is shielded away from her.

From afar, Tarot ponders the reaction of Asmodeus to Seraphim of the Wind who try and steal His Bike. :)

Long distance to Tarot: arcangel | _My_ bike.

From afar, Tarot grins.

Long distance to Tarot: arcangel |... Hm. My Seraph? Hmmmm.

From afar, Tarot | My PCs.

Long distance to Tarot: arcangel giggles!

Daria eyes the driver of that bike, not giving much thought to hiding her curiousity, and tries to remember what the riders look like. So strange. Maybe something too big to mess with. But he shouldn't be hiding the truth! That's bad!

As they pass, the man flicks his head to look at Daria for that brief instant, and she can feel a wash of... satisfaction with her precision, delight in her nature of Truth-twister as a Seraph of the Wind. Then, even before she can savour the urges, she is looking into the eyes of the blond woman who clutches the biker's jacket with one hand, the rest of her sitting as far from him as possible, and Daria is struck by every little not-so-angelic thing that she's done on Earth -- maybe she should have checked to see if that book really _were_ in her backpack...

And then the other bike is past.

<<OOC>> Daria says "Hey! I've never done anything not-so-angelic!"

<<OOC>> arcangel says "What, _never_?"

<<OOC>> Daria says "Flirting is perfectly angelic. :^)"

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Not even closed all six of your eyes so you could say you didn't see someone do something?"

<<OOC>> Daria grins.

<<OOC>> arcangel grins. "It's a vague sense that you have _something_ you're guilty of, and should consider it and repent of it, really..."

Daria's head quickly snaps to the front after the bike passes, her eyes on the road, her brain trying to figure out what weird thing just happened to her. Precision? Truth-twisting? Bad stuff? Confusion is so unusual and new.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Usually _Daria's_ the one dealing out confusion, after all..."

Daria ponders. I clearly need the comfort and sanity of my fellow Windies.

<<OOC>> Tarot laughs.

<<OOC>> arcangel cracks up.

<<OOC>> Daria grins. :^)

The road ahead goes up and down and from side to side. In her rear-view mirror, the other bike is still going arrow-straight. Almost as if the hills aren't quite there, in a twisted, headachey way.

And, oh, look -- there's someone's purse in the middle of the road. Shiny black patent leather, with a broken strap.

<<OOC>> Daria says ""Yeah, but she doesn't understand that the stuff she does causes confusion. Just like she doesn't understand that wearing the tight jeans makes people stare at her butt. :^)"

<<OOC>> Daria TOTALLY cracks up at that.

<<OOC>> arcangel snickers.

Daria slows down to grab the purse. Hey, maybe I can return it but change some of the stuff in it!

<<OOC>> Tarot giggles helplessly.

The purse is grabbit.

Daria clutches the purse firmly, driving on until the curiousity gets the best of her (maybe three minutes.)

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Pulling over to check it out?"

<<OOC>> Daria says "Yep. Am I still in a populated area, or am I on a highway?"

<<OOC>> arcangel says "In NH, there are very few highways as sane people understand the term. You can pull over to the side of the road, in at any number of antique shops, or at a Scenic Stopping Point/rest stop."

<<OOC>> Tarot imagines how many angels and demons and others would kill to get their hands on Dominique's Handbag.

<<OOC>> arcangel snickers.

Daria spies a rest stop nearby, and stops there to look in the purse.

The purse is black, and relatively small, compared to some purses people have. The strap seems to have had its stitching come undone from around one of the brass half-rings that anchored it to that end of the purse.

It has a single compartment, zippered closed.

Daria opens it. (Hey, *she* doesn't know who owns it! Maybe there's some ID in there.)

<<OOC>> Daria says "It's not that she has NO common sense. But why would she connect the weirdos on the bike with the lost purse? Surely any creature of immense power would be able to keep track of a purse!"

Inside, there is a small notebook, a wallet (with a change-compartment), a pen, and a small pistol. The pistol and notebook are not obviously relics -- until she touches them, at which point they shout RELIC.

Daria says, "Whoa!" She takes a closer look at the notebook.

The notebook is half-filled with a strange squiggly shorthand that Daria has never seen before. It's very clear and elegantly squiggled, though.

<<OOC>> Daria says "Any clue what kind of relic? As in, what it does? Or is my perception fried by this stuff?"

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Holy Pistol. But you can't tell who made it -- just a great shining light and sense of order. The notebook... goes celestial, though perhaps not in that form."

<<OOC>> Daria says "Ah, okay. Oh God. It just occurred to me what she's going to do with the notebook..."

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Oh dear."

Daria looks admiringly at all this interesting stuff! She puts the notebook back and opens the wallet.

<<OOC>> Daria says "...and the other stuff. So much for getting in good with Judgement. :^)"

From afar, Tarot | In the wallet is a tightly-folded black cloak...

There is a driver's license in there, and several credit cards (MasterCard, Visa, American Express, etc.). The picture on the driver's license (which is, it should be noted, a _New Hampshire_ one) is that of the woman on the back of the bike. The name...

Long distance to Tarot: arcangel laughs! "No, no, she's keeping that in her pocket."

From afar, Tarot grins.

... is Dominique Asta.

<<OOC>> Daria says "Do you think the logical jump there can be made now? :^)"

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Oh, gimme an Int roll. Just don't get Infernal Intervention."

<<OOC>> Tarot says "Hey, this has to be one of the biggest scores by Servitors of Janus _ever_..."

<<GAME>> Daria rolls the d666 and gets 4 6 CHECK: 3.

<<OOC>> Daria says "Okay. :^)"

<<OOC>> Daria imagines explaining this to the other Windies. "No really, I just FOUND it!"

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Um. There aren't many people who would wander around with a Holy Bazooka (hand portable version) and a fancy notebook _and_ a driver's license (and credit cards) that says "Dominique" on it."

<<OOC>> arcangel says "And that guilty feeling you had -- that was really weird."

Liz has connected.

<<OOC>> Liz waves.

<<OOC>> arcangel waves.

<<OOC>> Tarot says "OTOH, this _has_ to give you a +6 to invoke Janus. "The Archangel of Judgement's personal handbag... it fell off the back of a motorcycle.""

Daria blinks. She blinks again. A bag full of relics, a license with Dominique on it...Oh man.

<<OOC>> arcangel giggles. "Could be!"

<<OOC>> Daria says "Well...I *was* heading to a tether anyway!"

<<OOC>> arcangel says "True!"

Daria, probably not totally clear on the whole Janus summoning thing, packs the bag into the storage compartment of the motorcycle, and drives toward the Wind tether. Fast.

Cars whiz by, all unheeding of the great find-of-a-lifetime that Daria is poking through.

The Tether looms ahead her after a time, and Daria slows at the entry gate to pick up the instructions. Keep vehicles in low gear, be careful, etc.

First the narrow road winds up through woods, like a cave of trees, and then she gets above the tree-line. Wind blows about her, stronger and stronger the higher she gets, and a bit chiller as well. The few trees are stunted things, bowed by the everpresent wind. Finally she gets to a pair of parking lots, one above the other on the mountainside, and the building at the top, which is the Tether locus itself. She can hear it singing faintly to her.

Daria drives, totally happy and as bouncy as one can be while driving a motorcycle. Jude may be made at her forever, but Janus will like her which is more important anyway. Sorta. She slows, grabs the instructions, and follows the ones that seem most important at the moment, and drives on.

Daria parks the bike near the building, takes the purse out of the storage compartment, and sprints into the building!

<<OOC>> arcangel says "What's Daria's intentions, upon getting to the Tether?"

<<OOC>> Daria says "She'll want to talk with Janus about it, I think. She digs Windiws, but doesn't trust them to keep a secret. :^)"

<<OOC>> arcangel backwrites. There is a single Mercedes Benz key in the purse.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "As well."

As Daria sprints for the building, someone calls, "Hey, Daria! Kid! Whatcha got?"

Daria stops to look, holding the purse tightly to her chest.

<<OOC>> Daria says "Look at the person, I mean."

<<OOC>> Daria says "Or in the direction of the voice, or whatever."

A breeze wafts around Daria, momentarily strong enough to all but lift her off her feet where she stands. There is a silver Mercades Benz parked near the building, and a brawny, broad-shouldered fellow is jouncing on his heels next to it.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "And his voice was, upon reflection, rather... familiar, at least in the patterns. _Real_ familiar."

<<OOC>> Tarot | Well, yes, so I gave Janus the car key so he could steal Dominique's Mercedes, but...

Daria's momentary look of worry melts into a huge grin. "Hi! It's a present!

Daria walks up to the fellow, grinning maniacally.

The broad-shouldered guy grins back at her. "Great! I love presents!" He heads over, a spring of energy in his step. The breezes play with Daria's hair and clothing.

Daria says "Hiya boss. Where'd that nice car come from?"

He picks Daria up and hugs her, spinning her around in a circle. "I found it, at the side of the road!"

The brawny man adds, setting Daria on her feet again, "Figured that it shouldn't be left there -- why, someone might steal it! So I brought it here for safe keeping." He smirks.

Daria nuzzles her boss while he swings her around. "Wow, what an interesting coincidence, cos I found this thing in the road and thought it would make a cool present for you."

<<OOC>> Liz says "Hoo Boy 'nique's going to have a fit."

He grins. "Really? What is it?" He peers curiously at the purse. More worldly beings might think of kids with looking to unwrap something.

Daria grins happily. She slowly starts to hand it over, but pulls it back quickly. "You're not gonna do anything *bad* with it, right?"

<<OOC>> Daria says "Resonate maybe? Daria loves the guy, but... :^)"

The brawny fellow's face falls. "Who, _me_? I'd just want to make sure that it got back to its proper owner!" He pauses. "Eventually. When they'd gotten shaken up a little."

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Resonate if you want -- Superiors aren't always resonatable, of course. You'd know that they can shield."

<<GAME>> Daria rolls the d666 and gets 5 3 CHECK: 6.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "WOO!"

<<OOC>> Liz says "Good or bad?"

<< GAME >> Arcangel rolls the d666 and gets 1 3 CHECK: 2

<<OOC>> Daria says "Force of habit, being on earth for a few days and being surrounded by so much lies and bad stuff! :^)"

Daria senses... He's wide open to her resonance right now, and the Symphony is filled with blowing and wind and change and chaos in a hurricane in her mind. The Truth blows in, that yes, he'd give it back eventually, after a few days of teasing his fellow (overly stuffy) Archangel about losing it.

Daria giggles and says "Okay. This is so cool! You're gonna love it!"

Daria she hands him the Purse of Judgement.

<<OOC>> Liz has this image of Dominique, dressed in her business suit, still with broken heel, and looking at Janus going, 'Golf? Now?'

He takes it and opens it up with glee. "Oh, man, if I'd known you were going to show up with the key, I could have avoided hotwiring it," he says, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder at the silver car. "Oh man, this is great. Her notebook. Her _notebook_."

He takes the notebook out and holds it upside down and sideways. "And people talk about _my_ handwriting..."

<<OOC>> Daria needs to leave in about 15 minutes, btw. As much as I'm digging this scene. :^)

<<OOC>> arcangel nods.

Daria bounces up and down happily as he goes through the bag. He's so awesome. He's so wonderful. He's so Windy.

Eventually, after marveling over everything, he drops it all back into the purse and makes it vanish. "Good job, kid! Here, catch." He tosses Daria something round and silvery.

<<OOC>> Liz thinks you're in for a major Bonus, Daria. With perhaps a distinction.

Daria catches the silver thing!

<<OOC>> Daria says "Or tries, anyway. :^)"

<<OOC>> arcangel figures she can.

The silver thing is a tiny hurricane broach. It reads as RELIC to the touch, and its creator? A sense of wind and hurricanes and tornados... What it _does_, however, is a little less obvious. Summons something?

He says, "Sit on your motorbike the first time you invoke it."

Daria nods and grins. "Okay. I'm glad you liked the present. It's amazing what you can find down here if you just look around."

He nods back. "It's great!" Then he looks up in the sky. "Oops, gotta run!" Breezes ruffle Daria's hair affectionately, and then her boss... is just _gone_, with a thunderclap in the Symphony.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Gimme a last pose of whatcha gonna do next, and close, methinks?"

Daria calls out "Goodbye!" into the fading Wind. She goes over to her motorcycle and prepares to play with her new present.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Oh, well, if you're going to do _that_, there's a few more poses. Going to sit on it, and invoke it?"

<<OOC>> Daria says "Oh sure. I would have waited until next time, though. :^)"

Daria sits on the motorcycle and concentrates on the relic.

As Daria sits and trips that little mental trigger of the relic... There's a sense of rushing wind, and then her motorcycle is _gone_!

Strangely, she hasn't lost her balance as badly as she might have expected. It's as if breezes are steadying her until she catches her feet.

Daria is momentarily stunned. Where did the bike go? What happened? She looks around.

No one seems to be noticing her. The relic pulses faintly in her hand, like a motorcycle purring.

<<OOC>> Tarot grins.

Daria waits until she has her balance back, and eyes the relic.

The relic, upon being squinted at, seems to now have the impression of a motorcycle in the hurricane-wind etching.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Maybe it toggles?"

Daria may, perhaps, possibly, be slowly getting the point. She concentrates on the relic again.

There is a singing in the Symphony, and Daria feels herself lifted into the air and spun about, her clothes transmuting (with a brief instant of, um, no clothes at all) into a skin-tight, stretchy leather-look jumpsuit, sleek and zippered. She's dropped back down, into the seat of her motorcycle.

No one else seems to have noticed this, interestingly. Or else they can't believe it.

Daria boggles! "Wow! It even comes with a change of costume!" She sits on the bike for a while, pondering the wonders of Wind and pins and purses and such.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Shall I end off here so you can leave?"

<<OOC>> Daria says "Which might be a good place to stop?"

<<OOC>> arcangel grins!

<<Scene Stop>>

arcangel hugs!

Daria hugs aa!!!

arcangel hopes Daria had fun?

Tarot grins.

Daria says "That was fun."

You say "Oh, good!"

Daria pondered giving it to Jude to give to Dominic, but, well...

Tarot hehs.

Tarot says "But you love Janus."

arcangel giggles.

Daria says "I was already almost to the tether, and the campus was just getting so stuffy, and I haven't seen Janus for almost a whole week!!!"

Tarot nods.

Daria hees.

Daria says "Okay, I've gotta go. Thanks again, Beth. :^)"

You say "And now Daria is a Magical Motorcycle Girl!"