And we will be as one god, and we will be as one people...

[forissancta]

There's a building in a not-terribly bad area of Chicago that's been being transformed, one step at a time, into a place for people to live and work and worship. It's not an ideal location for the purposes it's being used for... A building with its own Rift opening would be perfect, but those are in short supply

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[wholelota_angel]

Ariel glances back at her wings when he mentions them and just rolls her eyes. She honestly hadn't noticed them coming out in the whole fall from the 'whatever the hell that had been for the last who knows how long'. Decaying man vs wings, which would be easier to explain and who has the time to argue?

Her brows furrow together at the news. Someone who knows about angels of death, obviously. She has a sudden pain in her chest at the description, weak as it is, she knows exactly who was killed. No sense in jumping to conclusions, but angels of death aren't exactly a dime a dozen. If she wasn't pissed enough before, she is absolutely raging now and it's all kept very carefully below the surface while she takes care of the whole zombie on her front doorstep issue.

"Okay. Okay. Thank you for the information," she sighs and moves to the other side of the necromancer, wrapping an arm around him to hold him up. She doesn't exactly trust the dead guy's strength to hold him up. Although, zombies are supposed to have super strength? Hell, she doesn't know a damn thing about them. "It's the archangels, who'll want to hear this story. I can relay the message just fine, but you all shouldn't be walkin' around the streets like this. Especially with you goin' all unconscious on us. So c'mon to the basement for the night. Round to the backside."

Which just brings up the lovely question of the night, what the hell do you do with a zombie anyway?

This is not what she wanted to deal with seconds after getting back. It's supposed to be ward, then... everything else.

[paradoxkitten]

Schro gratefully lets himself be held up. He's still trying to walk, but honestly, sometimes, it's more like being dragged.

"Jay c'n give you a description of th' guy." Schro's words are slightly exhaustion-slurred, but he's trying. "You jus' gotta be slow, go easy on him. His brain's not in great shape right now. Longer they've been dead, the more decay sets into th' brain, and the more you've got to give 'em orders. Don't usually bother bringing someone up this far gone, but I thought maybe it'd be worth it. Guy should get some justice. So should Jacks. And the other angel. S'not fuckin' fair... Death's no big deal, but fucking someone over like that..." Yeah, Schro has strange morals. It's a necro thing.

Jay just helps carry him along, not really complaining, but he turns his head to look at Schro at the necromancer's next words, laced with what little power Schro has remaining.

"Listen. Jay. Sweetie. Some stuff for you to do. First, if the angels need something from you before 'm up, do what they tell you, okay? Tell 'em what they gotta know, help out if y'want. When they're done, if y'wanna go rest again, jus' go. You deserve that. Understand?"

"Yeah." Jay shrugs a little. "But if they don't?" Zombie-Jay looks over at Ariel, obviously having some trouble with this train of thought thing. "I'm kinda dead. It's... fuckin' creepy. If..." He frowns a little, not sure where to go with that sentence.

"If they're freaked out," Schro says, following that trail of logic, "y'jus' stay with me. Work it out when 'm up." He blinks at Ariel, exhausted, really wanting to pass out, especially after the additional power drain, but there's one point he wants to get across.

"Look. 'bout Jay, he's... s'not his fault. Just a guy. Kinda smells weird, looks weird, but just think of some guy got fucked over, got some brain damage. Wants t' help. Said so. Gotta tell 'im stuff 'cause of the brain... thing... But there's... still... a person... in there. Don't..."

Sorry Ariel. It's you and the zombie carrying an unconscious Schro the rest of the way.

[wholelota_angel]

"Yeah, I got it, kid. Don't worry," Ariel says, right before he goes unconscious.

She glances at the zombie- Jay. Just a guy. Right. Her last experience with zombies had been a completely different story than this one, but zombie experiences depend on the necromancer that has raised them. She hadn't seen one in so long, she figured necromancers were all, but gone. Should have known better. Ariel picks up the necromancer in her own arms.

"I'll get him."

It'd probably be faster that way or at least, maybe, provide less strain on the decaying guy. She watched a Zombie lose an arm once trying to pick up a musket. She opens the door for the zombie. Schro's kind of slung over her shoulder at the moment. It's comfortable, honest, (not that he can tell now) even if it's not the most flattering of positions to be in.

"Don't worry, Jay. Ain't nobody gonna treat you badly here. This is my house. If they do anything to you, sweetie, they answer to me so just head right in. Nobody's awake now so we shouldn't have to worry about catchin' someone unaware."