imeeji_frontstage | (no subject)

For the rare occasion that someone actually brings good news to our door, yes.

Let me in, then, I've got these nice pamphlets.

[Opening the door for her and offering her a cube chair in the main room. He goes to collect all his fucking notes from this fucking mess and sits down across from her]

Pamphlets, huh? That's some high quality bartering.

[Kicks off her shoes and pads over to sit crosslegged on the cube]

Yeah, it's also a lie, unless you mean the ones left over from last time you made Hurricane copy notes for you.

So, what all'd you see so I can know what gaps I can fill in?

No need to worry about that anymore. I bought a copy machine.

[Pushes this piece of piece of paper in front of her. Along with a map.]

This is what I have started so far.

What, you and Hurricane have a fight?

[and she starts looking over the paper]

Mmm, so other people met Elly, too... But yeah, we went to check out the battlements...that's where we were when we got caught.

I thought you frowned on me making him slave labor? I can find him some other menial task to do if he needs a distraction.

[Points to the part about the Angel]

Two groups. One in the basement. And I don't know where Primrose was when she met her. That makes you group number three.

Busy Angel.

Since when did me frowning make you not wanna do something? Didn't know if I was expected to bring ice cream for the breakup.

And it's not like they had anything else to do. God got kicked out forever ago, and everybody else disappeared. Probably doesn't get to bark at intruders every day.

She say anything interesting to you?

Angels don't have fingerprints. They just sniff each other like dogs.

. . .

What kind of questions were you asking?

I was keeping the conversation going! You try interrogating someone who's got you blinded and're trying to burn your buddies at the stake.

'Sides, that's useful, isn't it? That's how they found us, literally sniffed us out. Was spooked to see we'd waltzed right in the front door.

. . .

Hurricane.

They didn't fucking hurt him, did they?

Not a scratch he didn't come in with.

[her expression goes hard before visibly mentally moving on]

Apparently somebody'd ascended, or else we shouldn't've been able to get through the gates--too much Hell-stank I guess. Though that could've just been wishful thinking and they weren't expecting people who could shrink to come along.

[Glances over at Hurricane. . .

Fucking heaven]

The running theory is that the "ascension" was E's graduation. But for now, it's just that. A theory.

Mm, maybe. I mean, I dunno. Elly didn't seem the smartest. Whatever happened to get Heaven trashed from the inside, I don't think they were behind it. Slept through it all instead. So the info might be kinda out of date.

Then do you think Exael had a part to play in all this?

Elly didn't recognize the name. Buuut, they couldn't say how long they'd been sleeping, so who even knows, Exael might've been born during that nap or whatever. If Exael's really an angel, anyways.

According to what C told me, she's not. She's like Anastasia. Trying to play the role of the princess when we previously thought they were all dead.

He get that from chatting with Lilith?

No, from Exael herself. A story about a princess who pretends to be a princess. Because - after all - if people believe her to be a princess, isn't that the only thing that's important?

[whomst the fuck indeed. the scruffy gal in the froofy military jacket hanging open over a wifebeater looks warily at this--is this an actual adult??]

...What for?

Why, to wet your whistle! Lemonade is the best thing for business meetings, don't you think?

...Do I?