(Multicharacter post)
Harry has set up a stone target in the Main Gauche courtyard - nothing fancy, just a big rock with a frowny face painted on - and is tossing tiny spears of Hellfire at it with his blasting rod. His control is much greater than he remembers; the surrounding ground is barely scorched. He wonders if it would be possible to cast a Hellfire whip of some sort. None of Lash's other hosts have bothered trying, but there's a first time for everything. He's rather excited about the idea, despite his former reluctance to rely on Lash for much, and has nearly forgotten why he resisted in the first place.
The sudden influx of Archangels has made Egon a little nervous, but his boredom has outweighed his unease, so he is out strolling the sidewalks near the hotel. He knows that he should probably meet up with Eloi again before he leaves - not that the other angels have scared him off already; he just doesn't think he'll be staying very long. Though he'd rather not get involved, he can't help but feel obligated to do something. Eloi is his own blood, his responsibility. A mistake far too old to correct, and now all he can do is deal with it. Ignoring him won't make him go away. Problem is, he doesn't know the first thing about family relationships. It might be helpful to find a complete stranger to talk to about it, which shouldn't be hard. It's helped him in the past, anyway.
Kashtta Tower has been mostly quiet since Torchwood moved in, except for the occasional kerfuffle. HK-47 has stationed himself in the main lobby, unmoving except for his head. To one who doesn't know there is a droid in the building, he could be mistaken for an odd decoration. Daniel glances at him briefly on his way in, most of his attention on his lifesigns detector. The screen is scattered with blue dots for humans, with one or two gold dots indicating the resident Guardian Angels. HK-47 doesn't show up at all, and he jots that down in a small notebook, wishing once again that one of his scientists had come through with him. Damn the Ancients. What's wrong with the occasional instruction manual? In any case, without a demon to scan and program their biosignal into the device, the detector still shows them as human. He makes a note to consult Tosh about any readings she might have, and another note to consult Gwen about Torchwood's previous history in dealing with demons. A volunteer would be fantastic, if unlikely, and he doesn't want to find an unwilling participant. If there's one thing he learned at the SGC, it's to not piss off the neighbors. The Goa'uld and the Wraith were bad enough.\
[OOC: Kat, are we going to handwave Daniel and Revan's session in the park, or do you want to do that thread? Me taking off last week kind of derailed it. ^_^;;; Sorry.]
The sudden influx of Archangels has made Egon a little nervous, but his boredom has outweighed his unease, so he is out strolling the sidewalks near the hotel. He knows that he should probably meet up with Eloi again before he leaves - not that the other angels have scared him off already; he just doesn't think he'll be staying very long. Though he'd rather not get involved, he can't help but feel obligated to do something. Eloi is his own blood, his responsibility. A mistake far too old to correct, and now all he can do is deal with it. Ignoring him won't make him go away. Problem is, he doesn't know the first thing about family relationships. It might be helpful to find a complete stranger to talk to about it, which shouldn't be hard. It's helped him in the past, anyway.
Kashtta Tower has been mostly quiet since Torchwood moved in, except for the occasional kerfuffle. HK-47 has stationed himself in the main lobby, unmoving except for his head. To one who doesn't know there is a droid in the building, he could be mistaken for an odd decoration. Daniel glances at him briefly on his way in, most of his attention on his lifesigns detector. The screen is scattered with blue dots for humans, with one or two gold dots indicating the resident Guardian Angels. HK-47 doesn't show up at all, and he jots that down in a small notebook, wishing once again that one of his scientists had come through with him. Damn the Ancients. What's wrong with the occasional instruction manual? In any case, without a demon to scan and program their biosignal into the device, the detector still shows them as human. He makes a note to consult Tosh about any readings she might have, and another note to consult Gwen about Torchwood's previous history in dealing with demons. A volunteer would be fantastic, if unlikely, and he doesn't want to find an unwilling participant. If there's one thing he learned at the SGC, it's to not piss off the neighbors. The Goa'uld and the Wraith were bad enough.\
[OOC: Kat, are we going to handwave Daniel and Revan's session in the park, or do you want to do that thread? Me taking off last week kind of derailed it. ^_^;;; Sorry.]