spend all your time waiting

[angel_of_prey]

The basement has been rather quiet since most of the Wanderers moved out. Egon doesn't mind; he doesn't really get the whole crowds thing anyway. Though he feels a foreign pang of regret that Eloi left with the others, he's not sure how he feels about having a son. He's grateful for the chance to reflect on it, if nothing else. So, of course, he's

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[somebodysdeath]

If he happens to wander into the cafeteria, Dinah is there, making food. It's kind of what she does.

Actually, she's preparing it, setting the whole spread on the table for any hungry angel or even wanderer (there are a few still down here), who might want something to eat.

And she'll smile at him when he enters.

"Hello. Don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new?"

[angel_of_prey]

Egon smiles back, just a little, enough to satisfy social niceties. "Basically. Just passing through, mostly." He hopes, anyway. "I'm Egon Lothar. Archangel," he adds after a moment's thought. There seem to be several types of angels hanging around, and he figures it might be important to know which ones are which. Could come in handy later.

[somebodysdeath]

"Got it. Yeah, I never plan to stay anywhere very long... but then there's always something that keeps me for longer than I planned. So then I stopped planning."

Dinah smirks, a little, and then shrugs.

"I'm Dinah. Just an angel of death." Which tends not to be useful in battle situations. Unless there's a need to have her walk around, meeting people's gazes, and leading them through their death.

[angel_of_prey]

Egon lets out a quiet snort of laughter, his thoughts turning to his unexpected son. "Tell me about it."

He's not really in the mood for a meal, but he does take the opportunity to grab a coffee while he's here. It seems to be the thing to do, anyway. "Dinah," he acknowledges. "Much call for angels of death around here, is there?"

[somebodysdeath]

Dinah a little smiles at the laughter.

"It's a good pot of coffee. Robin Rice's assistant, Oliver made it so it has to be good or there'll be hell to pay. From Robin."

She nods, looking away for a moment.

"There's plenty of death wherever you go. More here though than most places, of course. When people say Chicago is the center of this whole world right now... it's not much of an exaggeration, I'm afraid."