| Logs |
2006 November 30
| Law |
| Realms |
Retired
| Reality Fault |
General Info
 |
| Realms: Law Logs |
Answers
Desert outside Phoenix, AZ, Present Day
The settling in is fairly easily done with the unconscious host. This far out from town, it will be difficult for the Kyriotate to find another host. The cave itself doesn't even seem to have bats and animals mostly hide until the sun begins going down. When the body begins to stir again, a thick groan comes from its throat.
Rosenstern looks up alertly at the groan, standing and moving closer to the Kyrio.
Shateishael sets Deva-Holly on watch with the groggy host of the strange angel, and pulls Rosenstern and Deva-crow aside before the other angel awakens. "Rosie, c'n y' Charm th' angel, an' I c'n ask questions an' make sure it's tellin' Truth, an' Deva, c'n you watch outside? Hopefully that way we c'n get some info outta it."
Devorael agrees easily, and keeps careful watch.
Rosenstern nods to Slate. "I'll try to. Charm is kind of short-lived." But it's better than trying to foist this off onto Judgement.
Shateishael nods to Rosenstern, thanks Deva, and then crouches by the stranger angel. When he groans, Slate gently but firmly holds him still so Rosie can Sing at him.
Harry shifts under Slate's hands, but he's not even really conscious yet, just starting to swim up from the dream-state of being drugged.
Rosenstern takes in a soft breath, then Sings quietly, focusing on the strange Kyriotate. I am friend, I am companion. I am trusted, I am known. Let me share of your secrets and hopes, and let me into your life....
If it takes Harry long enough to wake up, Slate will carefully dribble a little more of the soporific syrup into him again. They don't want the angel able to abandon the host.
Shateishael glances over at Rosenstern as the Mercurian starts to Sing, then holds out one large hand for Rosie to touch. The other hand continues to restrain the handcuffed Harry.
Shateishael rumbles quietly, "How much y'need, Rosie?"
Rosenstern can feel the Song not quite taking hold, and pours himself into the song, feeling the Symphony rising up and threatening to engulf him as he casts Essence into the bars and measures of it. His corporeal Vessel -- throwing this much Essence into a Song makes it hard to focus a bit -- reaches forward to take Slate's hand. "Just a measure or so, double-four time," his Vessel says, in between verses of the Song.
Devorael sits and watches, keeping an eye on Harry so that the other two can give of themselves into the Song.
Shateishael gets a slightly confused, slightly amused look... and Rosenstern receives three Essence from the big Stone angel. "Lemme know if y'need more."
The groggy Kyriotate blinks at Rosie with slightly bemused smile. There's a ripple in the Symphony, the song whispering through it enough that it's likely good no one unfriendly is around. Harry has to clear his throat before he can ask, "Where'mIat?" He doesn't sound nearly as discomfited as the first time he woke.
Shateishael rumbles quietly, "The priest is dead. Do you remember who's next on the list?"
The cat leaps up and curls up next to Harry, purring like a motorcycle and rubbing against his hand.
Harry rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands, making a groggy sound, "Mmf.." One hand reaches to stroke Deva-cat's back, "Next? Uh..."
Shateishael waits patiently for the information to hopefully percolate through the groggy angel's mind, and get verbalized. He doesn't want to scare Harry into silence.
Rosenstern says helpfully, "it's okay, Harry. You're safe, here."
Harry smiles at Rosie, eyes still not completely open, "Next is... Tempr'nce. Still... still looking..."
Shateishael says, "Very good, Harry. Now, do you remember how we choose?"
Devorael continues to purr happily, soothingly. He's a nice kitty, after all.
Harry scoops Deva-cat up and snuggles the tom in his arms, "Mmm... Sheba chooses. Got a list... checking it twice..." He giggles a little dreamily.
Shateishael says, "Excellent. And do you remember why Sheba chooses?"
Rosenstern represses a shudder at the old Christmas song's lyrics being used in that way, but he puts on a smile. "How do you find out who's naughty and nice?"
Harry nods, cheek resting against Deva's back, listening to the soothing purr, "Because she knows. She knows the ones that are... that are violating... things..." He trails off on the last couple of words.
Shateishael says, "And again... why do you work with Sheba?"
Rosenstern steps forward quietly, realizing that, if this goes south, Harry has a hostage.
The Kyriotate smiles the sort of smile of someone who knows the truth about something and is getting to share it with people, "She understands Life. She knows how everything's going wrong..."
Shateishael rumbles quietly, "It's nice to have someone you can trust, isn't it. How do you contact her when you need to talk to her?"
Rosenstern shivers again. Scheisse, he thinks. It really is a cult of some kind. I'd never have thought that there'd be any in the Host.
Harry kisses his fingers and makes a blowing-a-kiss motion, giggling dreamily again, "I tell her where I'm at... she comes to me."
There's no disturbance of a Song, but with the motion and the way he describes it, you know he means he uses the Song of Tongues. Rosie has experienced this same Song recently. It was the way Novalis let him know she wanted him in Heaven to keep him from the museum.
Shateishael gets a funny look as Harry answers, then worriedly checks to be sure Harry's not actually Singing.
Rosenstern frowns a little, and nods to himself. "Song of Tongues," he murmurs. He looks to slate and makes an 'It's okay' gesture. "Harry," he asks, "does Sheba have a Word?"
Shateishael gives a gusty sigh of relief at sensing no Song, then nods to Rosenstern.
The groggy angel shakes his head, "No... they don't understand. But they will.. Sheba understands Life..."
Shateishael murmurs, "Good, Harry. Do you remember everyone who understands like you and Sheba do? Who are they?"
Harry smiles at Slate and strokes Deva's ears, "Well.... me... Jakob... Sheba... Jared... there... there was.." He frowns and shakes his head, "There was... Lillian... but she's gone. She didn't really understand." The smile comes back, "But you do... I can tell."
Devorael purrs even louder to reinforce that idea. Yes, we understand! the cat seems to be communicating. He rubs his head under the other Kyrio's chin.
Shateishael smiles, although it's hard to do, "I bet it's frustrating when your Superior doesn't understand yet. Maybe we can help. Who's your Superior?"
Harry's eyes look sad for a moment, "Gone. Gone up...." He reaches upward and sighs, "But I pretend to help Justice."
Shateishael says, "Purity?"
Harry nods again, looking sad, "But really, I serve Life..."
Shateishael sighs, then rumbles, "Harry, rest now. You've done the best you can... just sleep a bit."
Shateishael leans a hand out to draw Rosenstern's head close to his, to whisper softly in his ear, "You or Deva got any questions? I'm out."
Rosenstern shakes his head, still looking stricken. "none. I think we need to let him sleep this off for a bit so we can decide what to do.
Shateishael figures the cat will be able to catch his words, with its superior hearing.
Rosenstern looks to Deva inquiringly.
Devorael shakes the crow's head, making the cat continue to purr Harry to sleep.
Harry nods and is already starting to drift off into a more natural sleep.
Shateishael nods, then whispers again, "Need a moment." He rises, heads for the mouth of the cave, and sits for a moment. He feels vaguely sick to his stomach, and wants to let that settle before he tries anything else.
Shateishael is not happy at all about this. True, he told no lies... but he knows the kid had the wrong impression of his words. It's dangerously close to lying, to Slate's way of seeing things.
Devorael keeps close to Harry, the bird landing next to Rosie. "That was hard..." it croaks, looking with sympathy at Slate. So close to where the cat could come to harm... so close to lying... neither truly crossed the line, but the sickness isn't limited to the Seraph. Still, Holly-Deva also stays away from Slate for now.
Rosenstern sits down heavily on the ground, and nods to Holly, letting out a breath. "How could he have gotten this far without Falling?" he asks softly.
Devorael says, "I don't know. I can't pretend to understand."
Rosenstern glances over to Slate, and shakes his head to Deva. "I can't, either. It's all so... just incredible to me." He stands, padding over to Slate gingerly. Without saying anything, he quietly puts his arms around Slate from behind in a gentle embrace.
Shateishael sighs unhappily, relaxing a bit as he puts his arms over Rosie's and leans his head back against the smaller angel's. He growls tiredly, "We're gonna hafta call a Superior t'take care a' this kid. He needs help. An' we're gonna hafta get him t'Sing for this Sheba... 'cause I don' wanna just turn him over t'Judgement, an' we can't leave her runnin' around loose."
Shateishael is silent for a moment... then he twists around and wraps his arms around Rosie in a tight hug. He really feels the need for the grounding reassurance of touch just now... and he'd better be feeling really grounded if he's going to call his Superior.
Rosenstern says softly, "What if she's more than we can handle on our own?"
Shateishael says, "We call th' Superior first."
Holly approaches and lays her head on Slate's leg. The bird says "Sorry I got you into this."
Shateishael takes a deep breath, then smiles tightly, and wraps an arm around Holly too, "Not y'r fault, Deva. We walked int'a it ourselves, with our eyes open."
Rosenstern, still standing, is hugging Slate's head to his chest, nodding sullenly and a little tensely. He's fine with Mutter, Novalis, his Superior. There's no sweeter person in all Creation, in his opinion. But David... David is... sterner. He shakes his head gently. "No, Deva. Don't be. If not us, then someone else.
Devorael believes Slate, as it must. "So... I don't think my Pride Leader would come here, and probably would be less than happy with the whole thing. But if we go back to the farm, he might come."
Shateishael will take several long, slow breaths to pull himself together again... then he sighs softly, his tight hugs loosening. "Awright now. Deva's right -- which S'perior we gonna call? We need th' one that c'n best help th' kid, an' possibly face Sheba... who sounds like she may be 'bout ready for a Word, as well as th' others. I c'n prolly reach my Architect, 'n maybe Lawrence. Deva c'n try for Jordi, Rosie f'r Novalis... which d'we think would most help?"
Rosenstern says quietly, "Novalis would help him, at the very least, and not scatter his Forces to the winds."
Devorael says, "What about Bella? Life and Creation are awfully close..."
Shateishael says, "Eli's chancy f'r comin'."
Shateishael says, "'n I don' really wanna call a crazy killer t'our home." He smiles ruefully, "Sorry."
Shateishael says, "So... Lawrence, David, or Novalis?"
Rosenstern looks at Harry. "Lawrence would kill him as soon as he found out that he's been killing Catholics. all honor to the General of the Hosts, but I don't think that would help this any."
Shateishael looks a bit shocked, "He... wow. That bad? Din' know Larry was quite so... terminal."
Devorael tilts the crow's head. *Larry?*
Shateishael sighs... then gently rumbles to Rosenstern, "Rosebud, y'wanna be callin' y'r mutti int'a fight?"
Rosenstern swallows, then nods. "Sure. I'll do that." He smiles a little. "Give me just a bit to do that."
Shateishael looks a bit surprised, but simply says, "You sure?"
Rosenstern says, "I have a feeling that compassion will help Harry most right now. He's not beyond hope, and Mother can help him, I think."
Shateishael raises an eyebrow -- he thinks this is a mistake -- but doesn't gainsay the slight Mercurian. He just nods, rumbling, "'kay, let's get back t' Harry 'n call, then."
Shateishael glances at Deva-Holly, gently ruffling her ears, "C'n you give Rosie some Essence this time, Deva-chan?"
Rosenstern looks around, and frowns. "Wait... no plants in here... I'll have to go outside and find a little patch of green."
Devorael doesn't say anything, but gets up with tail wagging to follow Rosie and, well, being a Golden... just lean on his leg.
Shateishael grins, "Thanks, Deva-chan."
Rosenstern reaches down to scritch Holly-Deva as he steps outside, looking for the nearest such little patch, preferably with flowers.
Devorael doggy-grins, tongue lolling, tail and ears saying it all.
Shateishael settles quietly on guard next to the sleeping Harry. He studies the poor deceived angel for a while... then sighs softly and lightly brushes the host's hair out of his face.
Devorael stays with Slate, too, in catform.
Shateishael smiles at Deva-kitty, lightly patting the ground next to him in invitation.
Devorael settles down and purrs.
Shateishael quietly scritches the big Maine Coon's ears... and prays internally for the souls of the lost angels.
[Previous Log] [Index] [Next Log]