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2002 January 23
| NachtMusik |
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"Sins of the Father"
Nick's big Airstream motor home cruises easily down the highway, its trademark aluminum toaster shape concealing all that is inside. Inside, there are two large Captain's chairs in the cab which can face forwards or back into the living space. The living space has a sofa, which unfolds to be a bed, opposite a couple of small recliners. Past that there is a small table with two bench seats, which has the kitchen counter and sink across from it. Beyond the table are the refrigerator and a closet, with the bathroom across from that. The far end of the motor home, with a wooden door that can close it off, contains a queen-sized bed. Nick is sitting easily at the wheel, as the big engine pulls the motor home along, gliding on its superb suspension. He seems comfortable and at ease there, like he could just drive forever.
Shateishael sprawls relaxedly in the passenger Captain's chair, watching the scenery scroll by, enjoying the radio, and listening with part of his attention to Sax explaining the finer points of shooting to Rosie. He grins slightly to himself, quite sure that Rosie's got that characteristic face he wears when faced with incipient combat or violence -- pale from distaste, but determined to do it right. He thinks silently to himself, Right on, kid... you've got guts, I'll give you that.
Taygeta is wearing another of the ubiquitous crows, listening to Sax's lecture on the fine points of firearms. Sax murmurs, "...no, you can't do that with a single-action and a double-action pistol... here, like this..." Rosenstern does indeed have that look -- a little grim, a little discomfited, but not about to waste the opportunity to learn anything, least of all something that may be of very great use. The last time he fired his gun, he had to use untoward nudging of the Symphony to hit his target.
Of course, the previous time from then that he fired a gun it wasn't quite like anything in the modern inventory of small arms. In point of fact, it wasn't a flintlock (or even a percussion-cap muzzleloader), but it was something that would have been quite comfortable before the turn of the century. The turn of the last century, that is.
Sax is a patient and methodical teacher, explaining things in the simplest possible terms and taking questions as slowly as possible, then drilling the Mercurian until he gets it right. As time goes by he gets quite animated, at one point digressing to explain why revolvers peaked at the Colt Single Action Army. After three hours, he sits back, folding his arms. "Go on and take a break, Rose. That's enough for now."
Rosenstern nods to Sax, feeling a little more tired than he thought he would -- It's probably my nature, he thinks. A little jarring to my normal melody to learn this, but not like dissonance or Discord. But other Novalites learn this sort of thing -- even other Intercessionists of Flowers -- so I can. "Thank you, Sax," he says, smiling quietly. He sits at the table facing the others, sipping the tea quietly.
Shateishael will, at about the two hour mark, walk back and make tea for Nick -- and anyone else who wants it -- and put down a saucer of water for the crow. He doesn't interrupt though, waiting until Sax gets the Essence for his Rite, and Rosie sounds like he needs a break... at the three-hour mark. It's not until then that he unlocks the Captain's chair and turns it so he can easily look at both Nick and the Celestials sitting in back. "So... y'all wanna talk about something else for a bit now? Like, I'm thinking, Lubbock, and all?"
Thessaloniki thanks Slate for the tea and says, "Sure, Slate." He asks, "Have we got anything like a plan?"
Shateishael thinks for a bit, then rumbles quietly, "Well... we know Merwyn's in hiding with a Malachite until the heat goes down. We know the Malachite says Father Meade is a demon. Do we know anything else for sure?"
Thessaloniki adds, "The paper said Father Meade was going to be promoted. Bishop or something. If he is a demon, and he is promoted, it'll be harder to deal with him than it is even now."
Sax says, "First thing I'd like to do is call our boy back and find out where he's at. He'll have to have gone to ground someplace where the heat's not likely to come for him. Frankly, what worries me is that if the Other Side's got hooks in the clergy, it's likely that the heat isn't gonna be completely above board either."
Taygeta caws, "We're not completely sure that the fellow with Merwyn really is a Malakite, either. Though that's the most likely interpretation." He nods at Sax' comment. "Hell-Soldiers in the local police, you think? Possibly even some demons?"
The War Angel licks one of his canines absently. "Possibly, Tay... I know there's at least one bad cop in Texas that belongs to the Game..."
Shateishael frowns quietly, still thinking... then says, "We sure we wanna call Merwyn right off? Maybe we might be better off finding out if the demon really is a demon, first?" He sighs, then adds, "That's not true, Tay. Merwyn saw the other Celestial's form, and it understood Angelic."
Thessaloniki considers, then says, "Sax... while I don't want to leave Merwyn high and dry, maybe there's a few things we could consider doing first. For instance, this is not the world's most conspicuous vehicle -- that would be the Oscar Mayer Weinermobile -- but it's pretty close. I'd suggest we stop on the outskirts of town and rent a car, maybe two, and find an RV park." He nods, adding, "Slate's got the right idea. I trust Merwyn, but I'd like to verify before we meet this slightly insistent Malakite that we do have a demon to cope with."
Shateishael snickers quietly at his teacup at the mention of the Weinermobile. He nods to Nick, then rumbles, "Other things to keep in mind, guys... we can't just walk up and ask the priest if he's a demon. We'll have to try to think of another way to do so. Also, if it is indeed a demon, what's its motivation?"
Rosenstern says, "We should also do some research into Meade. I think I'll be able to scrounge something up from the town library. Newspaper clippings, records, that sort of thing. The Internet, if they have a computer in the library. Oh... and... maybe it might be a good idea not to tell the Malakim that I've the Corporeal Song of Healing, right off the bat."
Shateishael nods to Rosie, "Good point, guy."
Thessaloniki also asks, "And if this is a demon in the Church, and the two fighters on hand were hurt, why didn't they call Upstairs for help? Laurence or Dominic would be happy to send more firepower, don't you think, especially considering it's the Church. Why not get backup?"
Taygeta says, "They're busy in Mexico, but... they ought to be able to shake someone loose from somewhere for something like this..."
Sax says, "Well, if Mer's considering this little joyride his next Quest, that explains why he didn't ask... I can't speak for the Malakite. Maybe he thinks it beneath him, or he doesn't want anyone to know he needs help 'cause of his bum hand. Not sure."
Thessaloniki says, "Well, personally, I'm all for calling in the cavalry if that's what it boils down to. If a pistol at reasonably close range bounces, then we've got a pretty serious demon on our hands."
Shateishael hms... then looks up, "Y'know, I just had a weird thought. If a demon that wasn't in Austin wanted to Redeem... it's not like it could wander cheerfully around asking angels to please believe it. What if..." his voice trails off thoughtfully... and then a moment later he continues musingly, "What if this is the most subtle request to Redeem we've ever seen in a demon? It's showing graphically it wishes to do good... by helping people?"
Thessaloniki looks quietly stunned by Slate's suggestion. After a moment, he says, "Oy." Shateishael grins lazily at Nick... then goes back to thoughtfully sipping his tea.
Sax squints. "Well... it's ass-backwards enough to be in character for a Balseraph." Shateishael chuckles quietly.
Taygeta-crow peers at Slate. "You do have a way of coming up with interesting ideas..."
Thessaloniki says, "How could we tell?"
Shateishael shrugs easily, "Hey, could be a crap idea too." He looks at Nick, "Let him know we're angels, once we're sure he's a demon. If he really wants to Redeem, he'll be wary but thrilled, I expect. More to the point... how're we gonna tell for sure if he's demonic or not? Especially if we can't get close to- uhh... hm. Maybe we could send me to Confession with him? There's some lines in that ritual that a demonic priest would have to be lying to say, I bet."
Taygeta says, "Or I could try Borrowing him... if he's a demon, I won't be able to."
Shateishael just looks at Tay... then shakes his head and goes back to his tea. Sax says, "Malakite Resonance can tag a Balseraph... but just a Balseraph... if it gets a real good lock on the melody. And Malakites are tuned for honor. Most of them consider lying beneath them." He pauses and says, "And if he is a demon, and he doesn't want to Redeem, we'll get to find out exactly why Merwyn's dead shot didn't drop him."
Shateishael says, "Well... Seraphs can kinda tell Balseraphs too, Sax, so maybe that'll help too. But I need to get close to him to tell that way... even touch, maybe."
Rosenstern arches an eyebrow to Slate. "A demon trying to Redeem by posing as a priest? Unerschrocken. Bold. He's got to know that if he's found out, Laurence and Dominic will rip him apart and scatter the shreds of his being to the four winds... but it's possible... and would also explain why he's still at the church after an angel tried to shoot him. He must know that it was an angel or Soldier of God who tried to shoot him. Who else would know his secret? Unless he has none."
Shateishael says, "Why would they tear him apart, Rosie... if he's doing a good job of selflessness?"
Rosenstern says, "They wouldn't give him a chance. Laurence is a Malakite, and I think Dominic is... traditionally leery of Redemption."
Thessaloniki says, "In that case, we need to catch him alone and ask him, and then cope with it either way; by getting an appropriate Superior who can actually help him, or by shooting him very dead."
Sax says, "I wish I knew what he was up to... he had to have some kind of defenses up. Merwyn's a sniper by trade. I've seen him shoot fifty-six times since I met him, and not once has he ever missed. He's the kind of guy that prides himself on shooting the eyes out of playing cards."
Shateishael mutters something under his breath about that explaining Merwyn's sword arm... but his voice is lazily good natured, and he's grinning slightly as he does so. Then he looks up thoughtfully, "There's another possible way to tell, maybe? Rosie, could you tell the relationship between the congregation and the priest? Like... if it's based on deceit or not?"
Thessaloniki asks, "Would that prove he's a demon, or just a lying human?"
Shateishael says, "It's not definitive -- there are deceit- right, what Nick said -- but it'd tell us whether we needed to keep trying or not."
Rosenstern looks to Slate and chews on his lip a bit. "It's tricky to resonate with something as subtle as that, but... I can certainly try. That would mean him being in front of the congregation, however.
Taygeta says, "Friday night?"
Shateishael glances at Rosenstern, then nods, "Okay. So... we wanna do research first, establish if it's a demon or not first... then find Merwyn, be sure he's okay? And... I'm thinking this is Merwyn's gig. If it is a demon, we should kick it upstairs to his boss for further instructions on how he wants the demon handled."
Thessaloniki hmms, then says, "I had an idea, but it'd be a little dangerous. Maybe a lot dangerous."
Rosenstern shakes his head. "Unless there's a Saturday midnight mass, that would mean waiting until Sunday." He blinks to Nick. "What is it?"
Sax says, "I'm open to suggestions."
Rosenstern nods quietly. "In the worst case, he might bolt if he knows that angels are on to his deception, which would prove his guilt."
Shateishael adds quietly to Rosie, "Nah, he bolts, our problems are solved -- just kill him. It's if he holds steady that we'll have to assume we gotta be careful about the surrounding congregation of mortals."
Thessaloniki says, "Surprise, in a Celestial form. If one of us were to pop up out of the floor in his bedroom celestially, he'd react. A demon would run or attack. A human would flee or be enraptured." He grins mischievously, "If he's really a priest, then seeing an angel might not be so bad for him anyway, especially if the form of whoever goes is pleasing." He sighs and adds, "But that'd be dangerous, and we'd have to be ready to react fast if he was a demon and did attack."
Shateishael raises an eyebrow at Nick... then tosses his head back and laughs! -and then turns to look, still grinning, at the pretty Mercurian. Rosenstern blinks. "That... would make me the best choice for that. If he's an innocent human and he manages to perceive me, then he'd just go to bed happy." He fidgets a little. "On the other hand, if he is a demon he'll recognize me as an Intercessionist. If he's trying to Redeem, that's fine... but if not..." He grins a little lopsidedly. "Well, unerschrocken, at least as much as a demon posing as a priest. I'm game for it."
Shateishael grins at the fidgety Mercurian, "Don't sweat it, dude. We'll be doing research first anyway, and even if we did ask you to be bait, we'd be your backup."
Rosenstern says, "Oh, I'm not worried about backup. Not really worried much at all, actually. It'll be a pretty certain way to see partly what he's up to." He taps his chin. "Only one thing bothers me. What if the demon has backup of his own?"
Shateishael growls lazily, "There'll be a rumble, dude. What'd you think?" He grins at Rosie over his teacup, taking a sip, then says, "All right. So... we agreed? Research first, then find out what Merwyn's boss wants?"
Rosenstern looks hardly reassured. "Okay, let me rephrase: STRONG backup. What if he's so sure that he's pretty hard to hit, even considering the usual self-delusion Balseraphs work under?
Thessaloniki says, "Considering the Heavenly Host has brought in backup already -- that being us -- the demons might have too."
Saxon says, "I told you, kid, I'd personally fuck up anyone that laid a hand on you. Quit your worrying."
Thessaloniki asks, "How do we research? Go to church and see what we can see? Sniff around town?"
Rosenstern nods, letting out a breath. "Right. Research first, then worry!" He blinks to Sax, and smiles sheepishly. "Okay... I'll take worrying of the schedule."
Sax says, "'S right." The War Angel folds his arms behind his head. "There's the library, the church... hell, if he's in line to be Bishop we could ask some parishioners."
Shateishael gives Rosie an amused glance, "Bigger they think they are... harder they fall, guy." He pauses, regarding the crow for a moment, then says, "Hang on, Nick... let's establish one thing up front, okay? Rosie already knows to stick with you in combat and do what you say, 'cause you know not to shoot the front line fighters like me 'n' Sax inna back by accident. Tay..." he looks at the crow, "-if you find anything out, you bring that info back -- don't fuck around any more! -and if there's combat, you go sit on Nick's shoulder and do what he says, okay?" He glances at Nick, "Sorry to saddle you with him, but I don't want any screw-ups that get mortals hurt. That okay with you?"
Thessaloniki nods, "Unless you or Sax want his help, that's fine with me." Shateishael snorts at Nick's comment, but courteously doesn't say anything.
Rosenstern blinks a bit, then pulls out a small pad of paper and pen. "Right, then. One freelance reporter, in Lubbock to do some footwork for an article about the priest so important that someone's taking potshots at him..." He grins sheepishly and looks to Slate. "Er... sorry. I'll try to do that out of earshot."
Taygeta nods. "Should work. I'll borrow a sparrow or something to scout around, and leave this Vessel here."
Shateishael glares at the crow, "I don't want maybes from you. I want a nice, truthful, definitive 'yes' that you'll do what I just said!"
Thessaloniki says, "Don't stretch yourself too far, Tay."
Taygeta nods to Slate. "All right, I will!" He shrugs at Nick. "I've got some of me to spare yet. Animal vessels don't use much of my attention."
Shateishael nods grimly once at the crow's response, "Good," then turns to look at Sax and Rosie, "Yeah, reporter sounds fine to me too. Sax, can you go with Rosie for his backup while he does research? -and umm... maybe Nick 'n' I could scout out the church and grounds?"
Sax says, "Sure, I'll watch the kid. No prob."
Thessaloniki says, "That works for me, Slate. You're better at sensing the truth than I am, but I'm better at stretching it." He grins cheerfully.
Shateishael says to Sax, "Thanks, dude." He laughs softly at Nick's comment, "Yeah, yeah... someone's gotta make sure you don't get hurt when you snap it, though!"
Sax says, "Whatever y'all do... wake me when we get to Lubbock."
Having safely parked the RV and switched it for a couple of less conspicuous sedans, the angels split up as planned. Sax and Rosenstern head for the local library, and Slate and Nick head for the largest church in town. Our Lady of Forgiveness is a large, impressively constructed stone church on the south edge of Lubbock. There are lights on inside, shining through a series of tall, stained-glass casements that depict the Virgin in several beautifully crafted scenes.
Thessaloniki looks up admiringly, "Pretty building." He asks, "How's it feel to you?"
Shateishael runs a hand along the stone. "Mm... nice stonework. Let's walk around once; see what we see before we go in. So far looks like a real nice holy place." He studies the large church thoughtfully, adding, "Real fine construction. Good, sturdy granite. Looks like it could take a good-sized bomb blast, in fact." He glances at the pretty stained glass windows, adding, "Well... windows are another story..."
Thessaloniki nods, "Okay. Want to go in, or walk around it once just to see what's handy?"
Shateishael nods to Nick, "Yeah, walk-around first." As he paces he murmurs under his breath, studying the window motif, "Wonder what she thinks of what they made of her..."
Thessaloniki shrugs, "Hard to say, Slate, hard to say," and looks at the building. He'll stop if he sees anything interesting, and make sure Slate sees it too. Shateishael nods silently, feeling a little sorry for Mary, but continues to look around thoughtfully. He studies the church, the grounds, and any other buildings or folks they meet. He figures the priest has to live here somewhere, even if it's not Father Meade.
As the angels walk around they find only a reasonably kept lawn and, in back, a small, brown stone house, presumably a rectory, with a lamp on in the lower story. Mary looks down at the two prowlers beneath her, alternately sad and smiling and, once, wearing the blood of her son. Her expression in that window is strangely hard to read. Shateishael winces at that window, muttering a quiet prayer to himself. Thessaloniki nods, "Shall we go in?"
Shateishael nods to Nick, "Yeah. Wanna knock on the rectory door, or check out the inside?"
Thessaloniki says, "Let's see if anybody's in the main building before we bother the priest at home." Shateishael nods, pacing around to the front entry again. He checks the doors to see if the church is open.
The main doors are open slightly, and the lights are definitely on inside. There are a few people sitting in the pews, though there does not appear to be a service in progress. Shateishael swings one of the ornate, heavy doors wider for Nick, rumbling quietly. "'S open." He follows Nick in, looking around curiously. Taygeta watches them enter, then flies up to the roof of the building to watch for danger. Animal vessels do have limitations at times.
Thessaloniki steps in, then off to one side of the aisle at the back, looking around to see who is handy and where they are and if there's someone presiding, or if these are just people here to pray in the quiet solitude of the church. His hands remain in his pockets, and he smiles a little, looking like his usual affable-uncle persona, nicely harmless. The Viking god behind him isn't so harmless looking, but he at least has had the decency not to bring his hammer.
On the inside, the church is of stately construction, buttressed and arched with a kind of ponderous grace that big stone buildings often possess. The pews are made of wood and carefully carved, worn smooth from long years of weekly use, and the altar at the far end of the nave is clean-cut stone. A simple cross hangs above the altar, having no occupant, but merely a deep purple drape.
A few older couples sit toward the front of the church, and one or two young people sit alone at pews or in couples. A priest is sitting in the front pews next to an elderly man, nodding at intervals. The building smells like Murphy's Oil and old paper, and is very, very calm and quiet.
Shateishael studies the church with pleasure, his gaze noting and appreciating the nice workmanship. He likes this building. The small bulletin board in the entranceway reads "Confession Fri." and also "Bingo on Saturdays." Shateishael gently nudges Nick, nodding towards the bulletin board. Thessaloniki reads the sign and grins, murmuring very softly, "Just what we needed. Wait for the Father, I guess. Hope it's the right one."
Shateishael nods to Nick. He thinks a moment, then paces over to the nearest person in a pew -- some white guy in a dress shirt and slacks. He leans so he's not looming over the young man, and whispers politely (since they are in a holy place, after all), "'Scuse me... is there a line for confession with Father Meade?"
The young man blinks, looking up and leaning away from Slate slightly, "Uh... F-father Meade? I don't know the priest's name... but he just comes around from pew to pew. You just have to wait."
Shateishael smiles, hopefully reassuringly, "Thanks," and goes back to Nick, relating the news.
Thessaloniki murmurs quietly to Slate, "Let's wait, then. One or the other of us will have to confess something." He grins, and moves to the far end of one pew to wait. Shateishael nods, then glances around the church again. His Resonance didn't detect lies from the young man, but then he doesn't think the guy would have any reason to do so. Also, there's enough folks that it'll probably be a while.
Thessaloniki idly wonders when the last time he went to a confession was, and if it would make the priest unhappy if he said he hadn't been in a hundred and fifty years. Or does talking to Dominic's minions count? Or to Eli?
Shateishael murmurs quietly to Nick, "I'm gonna go check if this is the right church -- the bulletin board should say. Think I'm gonna try sending Tay off after the others too... we need a visual of this guy. You got any messages you wanna send?"
Thessaloniki softly replies, "Don't go too far. If he comes over, I don't want you to miss it."
Shateishael nods to Nick, "Just cough loudly if you need me ASAP... be right back." He heads for the outside, pausing to study the bulletin board carefully for the name of the priest. Down at the bottom of the board, in small letters, it reads 'Pastor, L. Meade.' Shateishael looks relieved. Then he steps outside, glancing around for any crows. After having given Tay a moment to spot him, he casually steps under a tree... so a crow could sit in it unnoticeably and chat with him.
Taygeta flutters down a moment later and caws, then says, "Anything?"
Shateishael rumbles quietly as he looks around, "L. Meade is the pastor, and there's a priest in there doing confessions, and Nick's waiting. We need a visual though. Can you go find the others, bring us a photo or something?"
Taygeta nods. "I can give it a shot. I'll be back soon as I can." The bird drops from his perch and flies off into the rapidly darkening sky.
Shateishael watches the crow fly off as he has a smoke as his excuse for stepping outside... then he stubs the cigarette out and heads back in, in order to settle quietly next to Nick again. Since he's not a Christian, the irony of his first puff of smoke going to Father Sky, and the second to Mother Earth... escapes him. For Slate it's simply long-standing habit learned from the Comanche. He doesn't usually smoke.
The priest finishes with his current elderly parishioner, then stands up, yawning and stretching quietly, cricking his neck. He's a middle-aged man, with black hair graying at the temples, and far more in shape than one would expect of a man of the cloth. Wearing one of those short-sleeved black clerical shirts that on most priests look terribly un-hip, it's obvious that Father Meade spends as much time pushing iron as he does passing bread. Spotting Nick, he walks quietly down the aisle toward him.
Thessaloniki is watching, and smiles a little at the approaching father, although he is a bit surprised the priest wouldn't talk to all the regulars first, as Nick made a point to kind of be off near the back. Father Meade sits down next to Nick on the pew, and smiles a bit. "Well, howdy. Haven't seen you around here before."
Shateishael pauses, realizing the priest is with Nick already, then paces quietly to sit in the pew behind Nick. He nods politely, but lets Nick explain why he's there... he can't think of a good reason himself, off the top of his head. Thessaloniki smiles in return, and says, "No, I'm sure you haven't. I'm in town to help out a friend, up from Austin." He introduces himself as Nick, and asks, "Are you Father Meade?"
The priest nods and offers his hand. "Sure am. Nice to meet you. And what should I call you?"
Thessaloniki says, "Oh, Nick is fine," and smiles. He says, "I read in the paper that some wacko took a potshot at you. That must have been pretty upsetting. Any idea why they'd try something like that?"
Father Meade sighs a little and grins lopsidedly. "I have to admit, it was quite a scare, but... well, I'll tell you what I've been telling everyone else. I just put my faith in the Lord," he laughs quietly, "-and in a metal podium to duck under."
Shateishael has to cover a quiet grin at that one. Thessaloniki chuckles softly, "Now that's wisdom for you. But do you know why would someone try something like that?"
Father Meade sits back a bit, folding his arms, and looks up at the cross. "That's a damn good question, Nick, but I can't really say. Takes all kinds, and we got more than it takes here in Texas. We got more than our share of misguided brothers and sisters who're convinced the Archangel David speaks to 'em through their toasters."
Shateishael has to cover his grin rather strongly... he's struggling not to laugh. The Real Truth he's getting from his Resonance is that the priest ducked under his pulpit and prayed he took a hit somewhere non-vital. The exact words Slate's getting are 'Jesus, Lord, just not a kidney!' He blinks startledly at the priest's last comment, then says incredulously, "A toaster?!" He blinks again, looking sheepish, "Er... sorry, padre... I'll wait my turn..." He can't help thinking it sure wouldn't be a stupid toaster though...
Father Meade sits up, turning around partway, "Oh, sorry there, son. Didn't mean to startle you."
Thessaloniki smiles and introduces, "Father, this is a friend of mine, Slate. I've known him a very long time, and I doubt he'd startle that easily." He adds, "Be very amused, yes, startle, no."
The priest grins good-naturedly, "My humor ain't for everyone, I guess. Pleased to meet you, son."
Shateishael grins quietly, "Nah, just thought it was funny." He nods at the introduction and offers his hand to the priest. Once they're shaking hands he says, with another, slightly conspiratorial grin, "No sweat, dude... was just thinking it'd have to be a pretty useless toaster... all made of stone." Okay, let's see if you rise to the bait.
Father Meade says, "Stone? Heh, ain't ever seen a toaster made of stone, but I suppose some of our local militia types can't afford anything better, right? Hard to get electricity out there in the foothills." He laughs softly.
Thessaloniki smiles quietly, and thinks fondly of the Airstream, but doesn't say anything. Shateishael's smile freezes a little as he studies the priest... then he carefully lets go of the man's hand and leans back, taking a slow breath, and rumbles, "Nick, F-father... I didn't mean to take up all your time." He grins tightly, "I'll hush up now."
Meade shrugs, "Suit yourself, son." He turns back to Nick, "So, you here to hear confession, or just spending a little more time with the Lord?"
Thessaloniki nods and says quietly, "That's right, there's other folks here to see you too, and I'd hate to keep them waiting any longer. It's very thoughtful of you to take time to talk to new faces as they come in, and I approve." To the Father's comment he says, "I wasn't aware tonight was confession. I came in for a little peace, and to admire your lovely church."
Father Meade grins, "It's a good old building. Hope they don't try to pull me too far from her. Anyway, you're right, and I've been keeping the parishioners waiting... you both feel free to stay here long as you like."
Thessaloniki smiles and thanks the Father. After a quiet hour's contemplation (so that Slate can regain his Essence), Nick stands, nudges Slate, and makes his way out, pausing to leave a donation. He stops outside to stretch. On the way back to the car he asks, "What'd you think of the Father?"
Shateishael sits and thinks furiously... Nick has to nudge him twice to get a reaction. Once they're safely outside and away, Slate rumbles quietly to his old friend, "The priest is a demon, Nick. A very, very well disguised demon. Hugo was an easy mark as far as Balseraphs go -- he was real sloppy from living in Austin."
He's silent a moment, then adds confusedly, "Nick... this guy doesn't radiate selfishness the way Hugo did. In fact he seems to be trying to be making a point of telling the truth. I got a distinct 'why would anyone want to kill me? I've done everything right so far' feeling from the guy. Hm... maybe he's confident that his cover's still intact? -if it is in fact a cover...?" He takes a deep breath, then adds to Nick, "When he got shot at... he was praying, Nick! Uh... can demons do that?!" He gnaws absently on his lip, then adds, "We gotta talk to the others, dude. I... don't know how you ask a demon priest, in one of the Maker's houses, in front of mortals -- if he's trying to Redeem or not, y'know?"
Thessaloniki hmms, and looks back at Slate. He says, "The simple answer is that you don't. Let's talk to the others." Shateishael nods, following Nick with a worried expression.
The municipal library is still open. Apparently they're keeping later hours while they're doing some kind of promotional Book Fair during the day, judging by the brightly colored banners draping the otherwise nondescript, squat, concrete-and-glass building. Sax pulls into the parking lot across the street and finds a spot with time left on it, then kicks in an extra quarter for good measure. "All right, bro. Let's dig this snake out."
Rosenstern nods and steps out of the car, going up to the library and keeping pace with Sax. "There's gotta be something here. I'll ask the librarian when Father Meade first arrived, and check the newspaper articles then...."
Sax nods, "Right on." He pauses at the double doors, looking inside at the pylons on either side of the entrance. "Metal det- in a library? You gotta be kidding me..." He grumbles. "Feh. Okay, look. I'm gonna take a walk around the block. I'll meet you back at the car. If... something happens in the library, just go Celestial and come find me. I'll be on this block on the sidewalk."
Rosenstern blinks in surprise, murmuring, "A metal detector in a library. That's a surprise. Geez... sure thing, Sax, no worries! As soon as something happens I'll be out of there."
Sax shrugs, "It's either for the books or for the patrons; either way I don't wanna cause a scene. I'll meet you back at the car, kid. Remember what I said." He walks back down to the sidewalk, shaking his head, and walks off along it.
Rosenstern nods solemnly to Sax, then makes his way inside. He's not worried about being on his own -- Sax isn't at all far away, so he's not really alone -- as he approaches one of the librarians, smiling warmly. "Hi... I'm a freelance journalist doing some research on Father Meade; just got in tonight. Can you tell me when the Father took charge of his parish, and where I could find any newspaper articles about him?"
The librarian, a schoolmarm-ish young Japanese lady, looks up from her terminal and says, "Oh, er... I'm not really sure, sorry, but you can access the newspaper archives from any computer in the building. Just follow the menus. And please just ask if you need help."
Rosenstern looks over to a computer, then looks back to the librarian, smiling. "Thank you, ma'am." He makes his way over to the computer. Damn, a computer. Not my strong point. Okay... let's see if it's really just as easy as 'follow the menus'... He sits at the computer. A moment or two later, he's not sure, but he thinks that by all rights the computer should have stood up and stalked off in frustration. But instead it sits there and seems to understand what he wants to do. Heavens, he thinks, Jean's people must have installed this system. These computers are just getting better and better. Eventually he starts getting information about Father Meade...
Rosenstern has little trouble finding what he's looking for. The library's resources are extensive, and surprisingly user-friendly. Having access to the internet and the newspaper archives, as well as older microfiche storage, Rosenstern learns that Father Larry (Lazarus) Meade was born in Lubbock in 1956, served in Vietnam and received an honorable discharge from the Army, then returned to the town and entered the priesthood in 1979, becoming pastor of Our Lady of Forgiveness in 1982. A quick browse of the newspaper archives reveals that since coming under Meade's care the church has been renovated, instituted a program to help preschoolers learn to read, encouraged parishioners to volunteer at the local homeless shelter, and made substantial donations both to the Red Cross and the local fire and police departments.
Rosenstern reads on, fascinated. Partly he marvels at the completeness of the history. So... he was born here, supposedly. At least that's what the records say. He'd probably have had to go to school here. I wonder if I can find the high school yearbooks here in the library? He makes some notes on his notepad, general things that you'd expect a freelance journalist to make a note of. The interesting things he keeps in his head. If he's a demon, he's done an incredible job of insinuating himself here. Maybe he replaced the original Meade in Vietnam. One of Mom's Cherubim said it was pretty rough over there; Meade might have died and the demon took his place.
Either way, he's apparently done a lot for the church here. This is certainly a record to be proud of. He was pretty young, too, when he went right into the priesthood -- I guess that means he went into a seminary then. Now to find the yearbooks.
The librarian patiently explains how to print them out, and that there's no charge for under ten pages worth. Rosenstern smiles and thanks the librarian, then prints out only a couple of pages. Then he wonders if there's anything in the local papers about 'local boy joins army,' or anything before Meade left for Vietnam. Not that the pictures will be anything but identical. I'm sure that the Princes can make a Vessel that is identical to a normal mortal human body. So much for that angle. He does ask the librarian just before he heads out, "This might be a personal question, ma'am, but do you know Father Meade, or attend his church?"
The librarian shakes her head, "I'm afraid I don't, sir. Are you writing some kind of article about him?"
Rosenstern says, "I hope to, yes. Some of the papers in Austin have been asking about him after we heard about, uh, what happened, and I decided to come up here myself." He grins softly. "Best way to get things first-hand, you know? Anyway, I came up here not too long ago. Do you know how I can get to his church?"
The librarian says, "There's a directory on the curb outside. I'm sure you'll find it there."
Rosenstern smiles, knowing that this is about all he'll be able to get from the young lady. "Thank you very much for your time, ma'am, I appreciate it." Then he steps outside and down the steps, looking around for Sax.
Saxon steps around the corner, smoking a cigarette -- or, more accurately, a very small cigar. "What'd you find, bro?"
Rosenstern lets out a breath, looking around in case anyone is close enough to listen. "He's been an angel -- well, figuratively." He briefly lays out what he found, adding, "If he's a demon, he's laid one heck of a good cover story. And he hasn't done anything untoward either, at least obviously."
Sax huhs. "Well, I guess we'll find out when we meet Mer's new buddy... you smoke?" The War Angel holds out a small pack of the cigarillos.
Rosenstern replies easily, "Not recently, no, but thank you. Have demons ever done that before, Sax? Replaced people, taking over their Roles, and carrying on their lives?"
Sax steps out into the street, crossing back to the car, "Nah, neither do I. Filthy habit." He shrugs, "Well, usually it's Laurence's folks that do that. But I guess it's not that farfetched. Laurence doesn't really hold the patent on anything but being a tightass." Sax pauses at that, looking up at the sky, then crosses himself. Just in case.
A crow lands near the two and caws to get their attention. When no one else is around, he hops over and asks, "Did you find any pictures? Slate wants to be sure they've got the right fellow at that church."
Rosenstern looks up at the crow's caw, then looks around briefly to see if anyone is looking. One of the disadvantages of working with Kyriotates, he thinks, remembering his days in Berlin. It's hard to explain why you're talking to any animal other than a cat or dog... He unfolds the paper and holds it out flat, as if he's looking at it, but conveniently where Tay-crow can see it as well.
At Sax's declaration of smoking being a filthy habit he looks briefly and quizzically to the Cherub, then grins quietly and glances upward as he crosses himself. "He'll never hear that from me," he says, smiling. "Can you see it, Tay? Is that the guy? Oh, heck..." He folds one of the articles, one with a good photo. "Can you take this and bring it to Slate and Nick?"
Taygeta caws. "No need... I can display it once I've seen it... but this might be easier to explain. I haven't been inside the church myself."
Sax says, "Or you can get in the car and give us directions."
Rosenstern grins, "That works even better." He slips into the car, leaving the door open long enough for the crow to slip in quickly and unobtrusively.
Taygeta says, "That'd work better, actually."
Sax mutters as he gets behind the wheel, "Damn sight easier than conjuring up a flyin' television in a church." So saying, the Cherub pulls out of the lot. Taygeta caws agreement, and provides directions back toward the church.
Sax pulls into the church parking lot, looking around for the other sedan. Shateishael looks up, from where he and Nick are getting into their rented car, and rumbles, "Here come the others." He waves.
Thessaloniki looks up, "Oh, there they are. Maybe we should head back to the motor home and talk. This will need some thought."
Sax pulls up and rolls his window down. "What's up, guys? Rosenstern got the dirt on the guy, you find anything out?" Rosenstern nods, and holds up a small sheaf of paper at Sax's words.
Shateishael nods to Nick, then nods again to Sax, "Yeah. Meet you at the motorhome." He pauses, "Show us a photo, if you got one?"
Rosenstern hands over the best article-and-photo that he could get hold of. "He's fairly golden, all the articles had nothing but praise for him. What did you guys find? Did you talk with him? Is he...?"
Shateishael nods quietly, "Yup. That's him." He slides into the car, "Okay... let's go palaver."
Sax nods, "Right on." He pulls out and drives for the RV park.
Thessaloniki looks at the photo, then nods, "Well, it's definitely him." He looks up, "Let's go back and talk someplace private." He drives off, returning to the Airstream in its quiet RV park, disables the security system and heads in, turning on lights and setting some water to heat on the propane stove. It's not long before everyone is collected there.
Saxon enters last, leaning in the doorway with folded arms and keeping watch. "So... what's the word? You guys meet the man of the hour?"
Shateishael sips tea a short while later, and sighs... then updates the others on what he discovered. Once he's heard what Rosie has to say he rumbles, "So... either this guy's replaced our mortal boy in Vietnam, and is trying to Redeem... or he's a real patient demon that's doing its best to cause a lot of shit."
Thessaloniki nods, "We did. Pretty interesting, and slightly confusing." He nods at Slate's conclusion, "If it's one, I'd feel kind of bad about killing him. If it's the other... he's got to go." Shateishael nods agreement to Nick.
Taygeta says, "And the question then becomes, how do we tell?"
Thessaloniki smiles, "Personally, I'd take a page from Slate's book and just ask."
Shateishael grins at Nick, then frowns, "Dunno when, though. Tonight, when he's alone?"
Saxon says, "Might wanna grab Merwyn before we do that, though... if he is trying to Redeem, it'll be a real pisser if he accidentally blows up the guy after the fact."
Rosenstern nods quietly in agreement with Nick, sipping from a nice hot cuppa. "He'd need to be really patient either way. As for telling... well, we need to find out for certain either way. And sooner than later. There's no telling when Merwyn and the Malakite are going to try again..."
Shateishael nods to Sax, "Ayup." Rosenstern nods enthusiastically at Sax's assessment.
Thessaloniki says, "Middle of the night sometime would make sense. He should be up, or could be." He looks at Sax, "Now, how do you think Merwyn would feel about someone Redeeming? And what about the Malakite? Would he let him live long enough to ask?" Shateishael pulls out his cell to call Merwyn... then pauses, giving Sax an interested look for the answer.
Taygeta says, "Malakites... are problematic about that."
Thessaloniki agrees, "It's critical to keep them informed, yes. But if the Malakite's going to say, 'What? Demon?! Kill it!' then maybe we'd better not get them too involved just yet. As helpful as that could be."
Saxon doesn't say anything for a long time. Finally he says, "He's friends with me," still looking out the window.
Shateishael rumbles, "Who, Sax. Merwyn? Or do you know the Malachite too?"
Sax says, "Merwyn. I don't know the Malakite. But I'll keep him out of your hair. If I have to cold-cock him to do it."
Thessaloniki says, "I don't want to have to do that. They're to suffer no demon to live; converting them counts, right? On the other hand, if he'll wait long enough to let us ask, then his help and strength might be welcome and invaluable." Rosenstern looks to Sax a little worriedly, but looks away quickly. He's... uncomfortable with dissention in the Host, and simply hopes that Nick is right.
Sax says, "I sure hope so. I don't think he's one of my posse... I've never met a Warrior Virtue that would hesitate to sock you with or without broken fingers."
Shateishael nods slowly, thinking... then says, "Guys... if we go ask, we need to be prepared for if the demon doesn't want to Redeem -- and right then will be our best bet to hit it hard, if the answer is no. So... I'm thinking right now might be a good time to have Trent ask Laurence what he wants done. Killed at once, or replaced, or forced to Redeem, or what?"
Saxon says, "Merwyn'll have to do it. If Trent calls him, he'll show up in Austin."
Thessaloniki asks, "Is Laurence the best to ask? Laurence might say no, which seems a pity to me. I'd rather know that question first."
The Cherub sighs, "He's just gonna have to bite the bullet and ask Laurence... he's in way over his head here."
Rosenstern bites his lip. "I'm thinking he already knows that he's been fingered, Slate. You said that he mentioned 'Archangel David.' In the Catholic Church the angels are considered saints, and there is no Saint David or Archangel David named in Catholic canon."
Shateishael says, "Well... let's think. Laurence is Merwyn's boss, so it seems only polite, since Merwyn's technically the lead here. Trent told Nick he'd pass the buck up to Laurence if... er... what, Rosie?" He thinks slowly... then grins, "Damnation, he's good... he just had no way to know he wasn't talking to a Christian angel!" He laughs quietly, "Sure hope he's wanting to Redeem. I like his sense of humor."
Thessaloniki says, "Then he does know. I wonder if he'll try and split." He says, "We'd better talk to Merwyn, then, and get him to call Laurence, and find out what's up with this Malakite. My suggestion would be to ask Laurence what he wants, then to surround the rectory -- presuming that's where he is -- and telephone and ask. If he says yes, he wants to Redeem, we get a Superior to do so -- otherwise we blast him. That'd be my suggestion, anyway." He nods at Slate's last words. He considers carefully, but doesn't say something.
Shateishael shakes his head in quiet amusement, then continues, "Well... so we need Laurence's input now. So... Nick, would you call Trent, ask him to get Laurence's input or something here?"
Rosenstern looks up to Slate and coughs a little. "Er... I spent a hundred years in a Catholic monastery..." he says a bit lamely. "Now would be the time to move, then. He didn't seem too worried when you were talking, and didn't try to run away. Either he's being very cool, or... well, he's being very cool about it."
Thessaloniki says, "It'd be bad form not to go through Merwyn, Slate, don't you think?"
Sax shakes his head, "Trent calls him, Laurence ends up in Austin and irritated about ending up in the wrong city."
Thessaloniki says, "That, too."
Shateishael grins at Rosenstern, "Rosie, you're such a geek sometimes!" His tone is more affectionately amused than anything else. He holds up his phone, "Okay, who talks to Merwyn then?" Rosenstern blinks, then smiles sheepishly to Slate, bowing in his seat.
Thessaloniki says, "Sax, can you handle that? You know him best."
Saxon sighs, "Like I said... he's just gonna have to swallow his pride on this one and call Laurence. No shame in it... nobody knew it was gonna be this complicated. I'll convince him."
Thessaloniki nods, "Better to ask and know than to fuck it up."
Shateishael nods to Sax and hands him the phone. "Good luck, Maker-bless, guy."
Sax picks up the phone. It rings for a very long time. "Merwyn? ...oh. Yeah, I'm his back up. Yes, I'm on the fucking level, I-" He pulls the phone away from his ear and glares at it, "Fine." He opens his mouth and does something most angels can't do -- he speaks in Angelic. His tones, however, are less than mellifluous, under the circumstances. "There. You believe me now?"
Shateishael grins at Sax' rather... pointed commentary in Angelic, but says nothing. Rosenstern blinks. I didn't know you could do that. Heck with that, I didn't know you could say that in Enochian! Thessaloniki sips tea and listens, looking out the window at the darkness.
There's a long pause. "Yes, I am with War. Kind of you to notice. Look, we've got a plan. We need to see you guys....uh huh. Yeah. Right on. Okay then... set it up, we're on our way. Make sure it's good, too. No complications." He closes the phone.
Thessaloniki comments, "Polite fellow. What's the word?"
Rosenstern blinks. "'Complications'?" Oh, joy. I'm about to meet a Malakite. He'll want to see me celestially. He's going to freak out when he sees I'm Novalite, I bet, if he's giving Sax guff.
Saxon says, "They're holed up in a biker bar outside the city limits. Apparently Father Meade was pretty popular with the local angels of Stone, and they're not real cool with the revelation. They're letting them hide out in their usual dive."
Shateishael looks pleased. "Let's go, then." Rosenstern blinks, looking to Slate with a moment of pleasure that Slate's going to be meeting some of his fellows in Stone.
Sax says, "I got the directions."
Thessaloniki says, "Well, if he Redeems, they get to stay pleased with him and can keep an eye on him, right? Let's go."
Shateishael glances at Tay, "Can you have a sparrow watching the rectory, just in case of bolting or attack?"
Taygeta nods. "Simple enough. Or a bat, if we're going in at night."
The bar doesn't appear to have a name... unless that name is BAR, as proclaimed by the single, dust-furred neon sign in the window. A low, wooden building, yet another roadhouse type establishment, this one distinguished by a long, long row of powerful-looking motorcycles, each and every one of American construction, thank you very much. The bar appears to be pretty crowded. A powerfully built Hispanic man in a leather jacket stands beside the door with arms crossed.
Shateishael grins as he gets out of the car, feeling better already. Thessaloniki looks at the bikes curiously and chuckles, vaguely glad Slate didn't bring the BMW, and that the rental place pretty much had Fords. People are funny about things. He lets Sax lead, as he knows the plan. Rosenstern studiously makes sure he's the last out, and in the back of the group. These are most assuredly Slate's people, and while he's sure that he's going to be asked to introduce himself sooner or later, for the time being he'll stay back.
The man at the door adjusts his headwear, a yellow handkerchief tied over his hair, which spills out in back. He eyes the approaching angels, especially the old man and the hippie, quite carefully. Saxon's loud Hawaiian shirt doesn't seem to impress him much, either. He stops them at the door, rasping, "Odelay."
The old man smiles, "Nice bikes." Shateishael grins, just watching. This is Sax' show right now... but it's still fun to watch. Who knows? Maybe they'll have a nice rumble at some point. He'd like that... too much political crap recently.
The big man on the door just grunts, "You got that right," to Nick, and eyes Saxon expectantly. "Odelay," replies Sax, "We're here to see the Anglos in the back room." The doorman says, "Anglo says you know the password." Sax glares, "You gonna make me do this again?" "Say the right words or I make you disappear."
Shateishael grins again in spite of himself... although he does quietly shift so he's nearer the front of the group. Sax sighs, and sings out in Angelic a second time, "I got your damned password right here." The doorman seems favorably impressed. "Well. That's all you had to say, ese. C'mon." Shateishael chuckles quietly.
Taygeta turns his head to watch from his perch on Slate's shoulder. His other self catches bugs and watches the rectory as a bat. Shateishael grins and can't resist muttering to the crow, "Sings almost as pretty as you, eh?" Taygeta clicks his beak at that, but doesn't say anything. Shateishael lets Nick and Rosie follow Sax, then tailgates them. Rosenstern is a little uncomfortable just walking in there, but he doesn't complain. Sax has the front, Slate has the back; he and Nick are going to be fine.
The bar is filled on the inside with a wide array of tough looking dudes with fashion running from denim on the one side to leather on the other, with little variation. Most of them wear yellow handkerchiefs on their heads or tied around one arm. Most of those in attendance are Hispanic, but there's a smattering of black and white members as well. All the vests and jackets are encrusted with all manner of patches and insignia and, most prominently on the back, a sledgehammer with wings and the legend "DOMINIONS M.C." in bold red letters. The only notable exception is a positively rat-like man sitting down at the end of the bar, wearing a wrinkled black suit and tie over an equally wrinkled white shirt.
Shateishael looks around curiously, the corners of his mouth quirking up slightly. His jacket is just that -- a sturdy, beat-up leather jacket with no markings. He supposes that's a good thing right now... no colors to squabble over. Thessaloniki looks rather out of place, and doesn't seem to give a damn. His 'affable uncle' act seems as appropriate as any, and he will be polite to everyone he meets. He follows Sax.
Rosenstern follows quietly and closely, taking note of the bikers' colors. Dominions Motorcycle Club. A gang of Stone Kyrios? Probably not. He tries to take solace in the fact that he's in a biker bar full of angels, and not Hell's Angels at that. He tries not to let his nervousness show. Then he notices the man. Well, at least we're not the only ones out of place here!
Sax asks the doorman, "Who's the rodent on the bar?" The doorman rasps, "Name's Zephon. The lieutenants called him in from town when the shit went down. He's with Judgement. Good guy. Helped us out with the law before." He leads the angels to a back hallway -- a bare wooden corridor lit with a single bulb. "Down at the end on the right."
Shateishael looks curiously at the ratty judge, wondering what Dominic's reaction to all this is going to be, as he paces silently by. Rosenstern blinks in surprise at the guy being Judgement. One of Dominic's? And he 'helped out' a biker gang? There's gotta be a story there... but not now... Shateishael makes a mental note to check out any biker gangs in Austin when he gets back. Would be fun to have some brothers to ride with.
The back room is also lit by a bare bulb in a tin shade, and is occupied by four people. Standing on the far side of the room is the tall, taciturn Sword Angel. Next to the door as the angels enter is a lean, wiry white man wearing a white T-shirt and his colors on one of the denim vests. Sitting in a chair at the edge of the circle of light is a shirtless Hispanic man with a compact, muscular build and very close-cropped hair. His torso is covered with tattoos: Roman numerals, phrases in Spanish... he's wearing his colors, too. The fourth man, sitting across from the shirtless biker... is Sue.
Thessaloniki smiles, "Hey, Sue. I didn't expect to see you here. Small world." He fully expects that to break Sue's brain, as he's a lot less likely to be there than Sue is, but that's okay. Rosenstern blinks, looking to Nick, then back to Sue, then back to Nick... and lets out a breath. Synchronicity? Oh, Adonai...
Sue turns and grins a little, one arm hanging over the back of his chair, that hand wrapped in a boxing glove of gauze and tape. "Hey, Nick! Didn't think I'd see you here... sorry I had to run out on you like that. You get your cut of the pot?"
Thessaloniki grins and says, "I was just going to apologize for leaving you high and dry like I did when I turned tail and ran away. Considering how badly that confused them, I didn't worry about it."
Shateishael eyes the lieutenants, and nods politely as he casually tucks his bandanna a bit more firmly into his back pocket. No need to have that mistaken for flashing colors. At Nick's words he turns and stares interestedly at the Malachite... then nods amusedly at him too. He grins at the other Ofanite, "Hey, Merwyn. Good to see you."
Merwyn smiles wanly and bows. "It is good to see you too... I apologize for having involved you in this."
Rosenstern smiles, then, looking over to Merwyn and waving to the Laurencian quietly. Shateishael grins, "Nah, don't be sorry. What're friends for, and all that." He studies the other two people, wondering if one or both are of Stone.
Thessaloniki chuckles, "Hey, Merwyn, what are friends for? You help each other out. Oh, no! I got to drive for five hours!" He grins.
Sue grins, "Nah, I handled it. Didn't get away unscathed, obviously," he holds up the boxing glove, "-but that's what happens when you get run over by an F-150."
Thessaloniki says, "Now, I'm sorry to hear you're hurt like that. You've been working with Merwyn here, then?"
The Malakite smiles broadly, "Don't worry, my man... you should see what happened to the guy in the truck!" The two lieutenants nod simultaneously to Slate.
Shateishael waves a hand at the appropriate person as he calls off names, "I'm Slate, this is Nick, Sax, Rosie, Tay." Rosenstern nods and waves a little as Slate introduces him. This is clearly out of his element, oddly enough for a Mercurian.
Thessaloniki smiles at being introduced, then says, "So, Merwyn tells us that the Father's a demon. This is not such a good thing to hear, because he sure seems to be a nice fellow who wants to do good things for the people around him."
The white Lieutenant nods to Nick, "Yeah. Your friend says there's a plan. We'd like to hear it... this is a serious problem for our community. Heh, I mean, no shit, right?"
Sax nods, "Hey." He circles around to Merwyn, "You okay, Merwyn? Jesus, man, did you ever dive into it headfirst..." The two of them converse quietly. The shirtless Lieutenant stands up and offers Slate his hand. "He told us you were coming. Good to see you, brother."
Shateishael shakes hands firmly, pleased to meet another Stone angel, "He's a good man. Good to see you, too. Things are... weird in Austin." He grins in spite of himself at the other lieutenant's words.
The big Hispanic claps Slate on the shoulder. "'S what they tell me. Jesse," he calls to the other Lieutenant, "-go get Zephon. Let's talk about this plan." Jesse nods and walks out. Merwyn pulls a few more chairs closer to the circle of light and sits down. Jesse and Zephon return momentarily. The Judge remains standing just outside the light, his face illuminated by a cigarette.
Shateishael grins ruefully at the nameless lieutenant, "No shit." When chairs are offered he takes one, turns it around, and sits astride it at the edge of the light so he's not blinded by it. He shifts so the crow on his shoulder isn't blinded either.
Thessaloniki looks up to the Lieutenant, "Yeah, it's a problem. More so, because I can only think of two things that it means. One is that this is a very, very skilled demon, carefully building trust so he can cause serious damage later. Any demon that plans that far ahead needs to go." He looks at Sue, adding, "The other thing that occurs to me is that he really does want to help people, and doesn't know any other way to do it, because he's a demon. What if the poor sucker wants to Redeem, but is afraid to ask? Would you feel good about having wasted someone who'd have become an ally?"
Rosenstern remains quiet, not sitting unless there are enough chairs, and staying close to... er... staying with the group. He remains quiet even as Nick relates the story, and holds any words he might have. Of course the Novalite is going to be the first one to jump on the idea that Meade might be trying to Redeem.
The Stone Angel bikers remain silent for the moment, allowing Nick to speak. Sue says, "'I Shall Suffer No Demon To Live.' That's the oath we all take." Then he smiles a little as he pulls a wrinkled cigarette out of his pocket. "But we all swear other things. Heh, you guys know that better'n anyone." He grins to the bikers, apparently referring to their Malakite Superior. "One of mine is 'I Shall Not Destroy Without Cause.' The boss liked that one. It means I don't break shit at random, and I don't start fights for no reason. Right now, all I know is this guy's a Balseraph, and he's been bullshitting everyone for years. You're gonna have to show me some serious proof... but if you can prove it, I won't lift any of my five remaining fingers."
Rosenstern almost visibly relaxes when he hears Sue relate his other oath. He bows his head quietly to Sue. Shateishael rumbles quietly, "Well... way I see it we have one real good chance to deal with the guy, no matter how he reacts -- when we ask him flat out if he wants to Redeem or not. That's when," he glances at Merwyn, "-if the answer is no, we need to know and act on whatever Laurence wants done. So... you need to ask, Merwyn... the guy's on to us, and would be stupid to give us repeated chances at him."
Thessaloniki says, "Well, I wouldn't ask you to suffer a demon to live. If he says, 'No,' I'm all for wasting him there on the spot. However, I hope we can pause long enough to let the Seraph ask him the question. If he's lying we'll know right away. If he wants to convert, we cope with it right now, and then you can all look out for Father Meade and keep an eye on him. And if he says no, the world has one less demon in it." He says, "I realize just going up and asking might sound stupid, but sometimes simple plans are best."
Shateishael grins quietly at Nick, resting his chin on his crossed forearms... then adds thoughtfully, "Any of you guys know if demons can pray?"
The big Hispanic makes a face, "He prayed? Fucking blasphemy, man!" The other grins and shrugs, "Maybe he's serious, George. You know the rules... we don't hit first."
Shateishael says, "Uhm... not out loud. It was what he was thinking when Mer took his first shot at him." Slate grins in spite of himself, quoting, "It was, 'Jesus, Lord, just not a kidney!'"
George shakes his head, "Tch." Jesse smirks a little.
Thessaloniki smiles at George, "I, however am under no such restriction. If he says, 'No,' then I can start things, which he's bound to follow up. Then y'all can leap right in and save me." His smile is a little nasty for a codger. Shateishael grins lazily at Nick. He already knows they make a good team.
Merwyn says, "I think you may be right. This has grown more complicated by the day... Laurence should know."
Shateishael looks relieved at Merwyn's words, "Cool. Let's do it, then. Wanna call him now?"
Thessaloniki looks at Merwyn, "I think that would be best."
Merwyn takes a deep breath, then looks at George, "May I use this room to do so?" George asks, "You need us?" Merwyn shakes his head, "No, I simply need a moment. Please, if you will just move back..."
Shateishael shifts well back. He's interested in seeing Laurence again... but not in being smooshed by accident... and it'd be hard to explain to Tay what happened to his crow vessel. Taygeta shifts as Slate moves back, then looks with interest toward the others. This should be interesting. Shateishael wonders if he should offer his sword to help call Laurence... then remembers Merwyn's sword was okay. Not as nice as his, to his (somewhat jaundiced) eye... but his shouldn't be necessary. Thessaloniki moves out of harm's way, although stays in the room unless Merwyn shoos him out.
Rosenstern blinks. What the... oh, dear Joyful Sower and Sorrowful Reaper, he's going to summon LAURENCE! Gah, I forgot, Laurence isn't Jean, you just don't e-mail the Commander of the Host! He stands, and moves quickly back, wondering if he could just jump into a nearby planter and shoop off to somewhere a mile away... He swallows, and straightens. Relax, Rosie... just, relax.
Merwyn reaches out and plucks his sword from the air. He looks at it for a few moments, then breathes deeply again. He kneels down, sword before him, and begins to murmur softly as if praying. He crosses himself once, then rises, his voice suddenly rising, raising the blade and declaring, "For he is the minister of God to thee for good. But if thou do that which is evil, be afraid, for he beareth not The Sword in vain, for he is the minister of God, a revenger to execute wrath upon him that doeth evil! Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most mighty, with thy glory and thy majesty!" With that, he brings the blade down, burying the tip in the wooden floor.
Shateishael shifts to politely stand. This is an archangel they're calling, after all, even if it's not his. Thessaloniki watches, hands in sweater pockets, affably smiling, curious.
There's a long silence. Then... something. Sax looks up at the ceiling, and finds himself taking his cigarillos out of his pocket and surreptitiously tossing them aside. Just in case. It's a tiny ripple in the Symphony, from somewhere above. Way above. Taygeta shifts again, resettling the Vessel's wings as the Symphony twitches. Certainly a traditional summoning...
Then, suddenly, it's coming down, like the blade that buried itself in the floor, and growing louder.
Rosenstern swallows, finding himself straightening. No matter what else, Laurence is the Commander of the Host, technically their commander short of the Higher Powers. Then he blinks. Louder? Oh, dear. There's no way Meade'll miss this... A moment later he remembers -- they're far enough out of town that it's unlikely the demon priest will hear them. Shateishael's eyes narrow as he watches and waits. He likes David's entries better... but then he's Stone's, not Sword's. Taygeta winces at the noise. E-mail has a lot more to recommend it, in some ways...
And then he's there, tall and bright, an ebon-winged Malakite, wearing his traditional black uniform and bearing a long, curved blade. It's easy to see upon whom Merwyn based his Vessel upon.
Shateishael bows politely to the Archangel of the Sword, but remains silent unless he's requested to give the data he collected. Thessaloniki nods politely and smiles when the Archangel appears. He also remains quiet unless spoken to or introduced, letting Merwyn do the talking. Rosenstern swallows and is glad that in this case he's just along for the ride and won't have to say anything. At seeing Slate's bow he automatically does so as well; it just seems like the proper courtesy due to an Archangel.
Laurence looks around appraisingly and actually returns the nods he's given. He then raises his blade and rests the flat upon his shoulder. He picks up Merwyn's sword. "You were fortunate to catch my ear when you did, Captain. Rise, and report."
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