And I've wondered who's the woman for whom we all kill...

[thrillofthekill]

[[OOC: Party thread of awesome, guys! This operates on the same scale as all of our party threads in the past. For those of you don't remember or weren't here. See the following threads. Those of you who have archangels waiting in the wings can fill free to tag in and chat amongst your fellows. Those of you have kids already in the basement can

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[armedandangelic]

"Okay. I won't tell you, but I will say if Vince had to buy the damn thing, I would have shot him in the kneecap." She says that out of love, because she loves her captain. Really.

She puts the palm pilot away, having adequately set a proper meeting and emailed Eizu the specs so he can get on the ball with that, and gives Dmitri an appraising look. She apparently likes what she sees, because she grins a little wider. Somewhere nearby, greeting other angels, Vincent is justifiably edgy just under the surface, and he's not sure why.

"Oh this was actually my idea," she says, jerking her thumb in Vince's direction. "Ask him to do plan anything more than a simple 'shoot 'em up' mission, and he'll look at you like a neanderthal might look at someone if they gave him two sticks and asked him to invent fire. I'm the brains." She looks out at the lot and makes a rather pained grimace. "'Course this is not my best work. Big war broke out down in South America and half of Vincent's team is down there dealing with some Neqa'el with too much power. It's gone all Scarface last I heard, and not a damn one except Georgia and Martin, who weren't in it in the first place could get away. Everyone else is pretty much bottom of the barrel. Good kids, but... Not the best bunch to have when Chicago's going crazy."

Should she be telling all this? Probably not. Then again, archangel politics aren't really a big secret. They kill things. Occasionally in South America

[nowinprint]

Dmitri is liking this little Archangel. Liking her a lot. She's got attitude.

"South America?" Dmitri pokes her head up. "Like, where in South America. Where I'm from, we had this big problem with a family of nephilim in Suriname who decided to go on a racial superiority kick. Man, and you think nephilim would be the last..." She trails off, giving Mitzi a considering look. "Yeah. I'm from the next Chicago over. Came through the Rift in a Great Experiment sort of thing." She jerks her pen sideways, like the other Chicago is right over there!

[armedandangelic]

And Mitzi's thinking this chick's not too bad herself.

"Brazil, for the most part, although that Neq's got strongholds fuckin' everywhere in that general area just to piss off any archangel infiltration squad who gets frisky." An eyebrow goes up at the mention of the Nephilim, because that didn't happen as far as she knows, but then the reason why presents itself and she makes an audible noise of realization. "Oh... Well fuck me without mercy, that's impressive. Another universe almost just like this one. Jesus, that'd make my tech boys happy. They could prattle on about the Rift until the sun burnt out."

Most of them were very sad to hear they weren't going to Chicago with her.

"I'm Mitsuki, by the way. Mitsuki Takahashi, weapons dealer out of Tokyo. I'm also his-" she jerks her thumb towards Vince "-assistant. In a sense."

[nowinprint]

"Damn, yeah, some Neq are like that," she agrees. "Smart, in a kinda those-damn-fuckers kind of way. You know, there was Muslim First Angel who made a really close study of Neqa'el tactics and actually used them to hold Arsuf in the 1190s in the Third Crusade. I mean, the Crusades were human, mostly, but sometimes you can't beat an Archangel for offensive warfare and sometimes you can't beat a Neqa'el for defensive. It's instinct or something. Some freakish racial memory."

She taps her notepad.

"Oh, hey, you hear anything about this local guy? I've talked to literally dozens of people and all of them say he makes as much sense as a dachshund in a blue dress. A few demon haunts muttering about his pansy-assed excuse for an attempted empire. Sounds like a character."

[armedandangelic]

Mitsuki? Really should have been an Angel of Knowledge. Occasionally it's damn near crazy how much she adores history.

"You're telling me, and you get that in every war, it seems. Hell, Vince and a bunch of his buddies were in Vietnam for shits and giggles and because the Viet Cong were employing demons among their ranks. If you're ever up in Tokyo, we've got archives out our ass thanks to the high concentration of Angels of Knowledge in the area. Almost every major event in angel and demon history is recorded in those books."

And people wonder why Mitsuki never leaves Tokyo.

She shakes her head at the question. "Vincent doesn't tell me anything, because half the time he doesn't know, but I think I'd actually prefer that brand of crazy than some of the special kinds of crazy these other fuckers can dredge up. Closest I've ever found to that kind of thinking is Genji over in Okinawa, but even he'd eat your face if you looked at him sideways. Pretty damn subtle for a former Behemoth, I tell you." She tucks her hair behind her ear and crosses her arms over her chest. "No, all I've really heard is that the guy's got a guardian angel and it's one of those damn Barnam kids, and that's enough to weird me out about him."

There you go, Dmi. Food for thought.