There is no comfort in fate
Location: Stigmata
Characters: Albion, Sebastian, Grif, "April", Liam, Stragen
* Sebastian appears with a whipcrack and a vaguely nauseous expression.
* Albion steps into the bar. He's a very pale fellow with blind eyes but a sure step. A spot in the center of his forehead glows brightly, and a few inches in front of it, a small ball of flame floats. It is a very nice fire if you lead a righteous life, or are otherwise cool with the G-man upstairs. If you are a big sinner or otherwise damned, it is not a very nice fire at all. Fortunately, the AV Field will even protect you from angelic flame. How convenient!
Sebastian: "Hullo." Abby, my heartflower, do you need a description of this fellow?
Albion: "Hello." Yes please! Albion might not know what he's looking at, but his writer is a selfish girl.
* Sebastian is a fellow on the shorter end of things with a cane to off-set his limb. Underneath a Geordie accent his voice shows a bit of BBC English and something unplottably European. (Possibly Slavic?)
Sebastian: "D'you want anything from the bar?"
Albion: "Yes, please. White wine if they have it." Albion's voice is quiet but very beautiful. He wasn't expecting the offer, but is pleased to accept it. "I don't think we've met. I'm Albion."
Sebastian: "Sebastian." He seems fairly comfortable poking through someone else's cupboards and it's not long before he's found and uncorked a bottle of something fairly dry and white. "There's a glass here on the bar, I've put it right beside the part where the bar meets the wall."
Albion" "Thank you," Albion says with a smile like a marble statue in a garden. "The place is very empty tonight. It's been a while since I came to this part of the nexus. Has something happened?"
* Sebastian seems relatively at ease with all the weirdness. "I don't really know. I never manage to stay here long enough."
* Grif teleports in through a green-and-black portal that opens near the bar's doors. Obviously, mentioning the place being empty prompts other people to show up, or something.
Albion: "Manage-" Albion cuts off as Grif 'ports in. That is a heavy step. A large step.
Albion: "Hello?"
* Sebastian waves, "'lo. You want anything while I'm here?"
Grif: "Hi!" The voice is slightly filtered and amplified, but then there's a tiny, brief hiss of air as Grif takes off his helmet, after which his voice is normal (if perhaps not as deep and booming as someone his size might be expected to have).
Grif: "Uh, yeah, get me a beer, please?" He points out the general area that usually has the sorts of beer he prefers.
* Liam comes in through a /door/, like a normal person, Grif. If like, normal people look as though they fell out of a Franz Ferdinand video. He's wearing a tie, it's insane.
* `April: follows, for once wearing something both conservative and pastel instead of...screamingly bright and hipster-fabulous. She even has her hair up in a loose up-do; truly, they have both clearly lost their minds, or been taken by the pod people.
* Sebastian shrugs and picks out a bottle at random. Here you go, Grif. "Hullo. You want anything?" It seems that he's playing barkeep for the night.
* Grif comes in straight from his universe. He sees no need to teleport outside and then walk in the doors, because he is lazy.
* Grif doesn't do that right now, because he's already here. But, y'know, in general.
Grif: "Thanks, dude." He turns to Liam and April. "Hey, kids!"
"April": "Heeey, how are you? - We're not kids, also, I mean- well, Liam is forty inside, I guess I'm debatable." So...no, that's the same bouncing creature she usually is.
* Albion settles at the bar with his wine and adjusts to more people in the room. His face is quietly interested, behind the bright spot of fire.
* Albion cocks his head particularly at April. It's the Nexus, everyone is odd, but there is certainly something interesting about her.
* Liam looks mock-affronted, he is like 22 years ancient! ...no, he doesn't care. He waves loosely at Grif, then turns yet another psuedo-expression on Emilypril, because he doesn't know how to make real ones. This time it is a mock-glower. B| Behold.
* Sebastian pours himself a mug of tea and with a bit of effort perches on a barstool. Should anyone else want anything, he's willing to serve.
* Liam also, SLOWLY, notices Albion, and the expression--a real one--on his face suggests his presence is reminiscent of a place he has been before, which was probably not a time that was all that pleasant. Eff. So ....damned it is, apparently. "So I'm going to go shoot myself in the face, be arr be." ....he speaks in internet.
* Albion looks perplexed. Huh?
"April": ".......um, please don't do that?" Because what in the name of Christ, Liam, she was SO NICE at dinner- and then she also notices Albion, which clears up nothing, because she doesn't work in the same paradigm as either of them. Liam hates guys with fire in front of their heads? The blind? A mystery.
* Grif waves off the 'we're not kids' protests, because he himself totally feels all old and crusty sometimes. (That might have something to do with being ten years older than you think you are, dude.)
Liam" ....Christ, you say. "No, really, it'll just take a second. Hold my tie." He'll just work that off, shall he? Yes. A second glance, during which he actually like, notices the blindness, among other things, so .....maybe this will be fine. SURELY. "On second thought, I could just drink."
Grif: Talk of shooting oneself in the face, meanwhile, gets Liam some B| -facing. "Hey, now, none of that." He has no idea what Liam might've picked up on from Albion, not having had any particular reaction to the fire either way, but he's not really down on suicide.
Liam: It's okay, Grif, Liam just has all this leftover blasphemy he wasn't spewing all day long at his parents, because he is self-aware enough to realize it is not actually their fault he's all B| about their buddy deity....s. Deities. (No he isn't.) "It's fine, I've decided to take it out on my liver."
"April": "We still have to go to Hasi's, and pick up the rest of the stuff-" She will still hold his tie, since she's still amazed he even had one. She also picks up on the irony of her cautioning against drinking, and so- "Um, hi, I'm April, I don't think we've met?" This, of course, to Albion.
Albion: "Hm? Oh, I'm sorry. This doesn't do me any good." He points at the little ball of fire. "I'm Albion."
Sebastian "And I'm Sebastian." TOGETHER, they fight crime!
* Albion does, actually, but is not above playing up the ascetic blind kid image to put people more at ease.
Grif: "Grif." He tends to fight zombies more than crime. Occasionally, he rescues people from them, too, or from other stuff. On the other hand, he used to be a thief and a con-man, and currently makes money by selling toys at high prices at holidays. On the gripping hand, it's questionable whether there's any sort of divine where he's from. Thus, fairly neutral.
Liam: "April," oh hey, an alias; he must be deeply serious, or just inconsistent, "can I borrow you? Just for a tiny, tiny minute."
"April": "Like Britain?" She's eyeing that ball of fire, and yes, there is something distinctly odd about her; she's human-shaped, not human-flavored, and in terms of condemnation, well, she is trying to save the world (via sabotage and terrorism). "-okay, let's sneak away /inconspicuously/."
* Stragen ducks as he enters the bar, because at his height a child on his shoulders will otherwise smack headfirst into the doorframe. Between his cream satin doublet, the eight year old in knee breeches and the moderately surprised expression, this might not have been where they were aiming for.
* Liam is human in shape and consistency! Blah blah magick blah blah lingering scent of fire and brimstone or something blah blah sin blah blah atonement going badly, etc. 'Blah blah etc' is actually how he defines himself on Rorschach tests. "Or you could be weird about it, that's great too." Since he's being /so normal/.
Albion: This makes Albion smile a little wider. "Something like that, a little older, to be honest. Good evening."
* Grif chuckles, then waves at Stragen's arrival. "Hey! How's it going?" The little boy also gets a friendly little wave of his own.
* Sebastian might actually be the most normal one in the room. This thought is enough to make him grin. :3
"April": "Because I'm ever not weird-" She waves at people, drifting over to Liam for that borrowing, and then Stragen comes in and she /beams/ at the two of them. "Hi! Oh, you must be Nikolau, I am going to come over there and meet you in just a second." Ominous? /You decide/.
Stragen: "In an unanticipated direction," Stragen supplies cheerfully, tumbling Nikolau down over his head and catching the boy against his chest. "Good evening." ...that gentleman's head is on fire, and it's still not the weirdest thing he's ever seen.
Stragen: "-darling!" This is for April. Nikolau waves, after considering it.
* Liam is /pained/, Emily, can we be darlinged at later. ....no, fine, he'll wait over here.
* `April is not so easily distracted from 'huge mystery', even by really great people, so she will (if not somehow prevented) pull Liam towards a covenient #stigmatahallway.
Albion: "Hello and hello," says the gentleman with the fire.
Stragen: Nikolau scrutinizes Albion from his godfather's arms, solemnly. "Hello," he contributes.
* Sebastian refreshes his mug of tea. :9
* `April returns, Liam in tow, and proceeds directly to Stragen, with this expression: ::::D
* Stragen has found himself (and Nikolau) a sofa by this point, and he pulls Niko into his lap to make room for her. "Well, hello."
"April": "Liam, Stragen, Stragen, Liam. Nikolau, April, Liam again." And now they are all acquianted!
Sebastian: "....er, and Sebastian." --Now-- they're all acquainted.
Albion: "Heh."
* Grif chuckles at the rapid-fire introduction.
Stragen: "It's a pleasure," Stragen says, brightly, to Liam - and Nikolau peers over at Sebastian.
Liam: "Hi." He totally doesn't ask if Stragen is doing Emily, he wants a present. ....that's not even true.
Stragen: "This is my godson," he introduces Nikolau more thoroughly, "and a very charming young man when he starts talking."
Liam: Secret fact: Liam does kind of okay with kids, for the same reason Holden Caulfield does kind of okay with kids. "It's okay if you don't, I'm really good at dumb faces. You can ask Emily." Yes, do ask Emily that.
Liam: "Or--April." Lala.
Stragen: Nikolau looks from Liam to Emilypril and back again, thoughtfully, and then he pulls a face of his own at Liam, haHA. ...Stragen valiantly does not start laughing.
* Grif has more trouble, sniggering into his beer bottle. Sorry, Liam.
* Albion starts up a quiet conversation with Sebastian.
"April": "I remind him of Emily Dickinson, because he's kind of insane, but don't hold it against him." Which comes with a kind of brittleness to it, for whatever reason. "And he /is/ good at dumb faces." ...she's just going to laugh, what's wrong with you people.
* Liam very slowly, seriously, crosses his eyes. That's SO DISTURBING, actually, but uh ...probably ridiculous black irises are nothing to a world where Martel can have the hair he does and no one bats an eye.
Stragen: Nikolau examines Liam closely, and then decides that this is a success and rewards himself by fishing sweets out of Stragen's pocket. "You can have one," he tells Liam, generously.
Liam: "Thank you." Just like Nikolau is a miniature adult. He's ...going to end up giving this to Emily, probably--don't read into it, it's because she likes candy and he does not. B|
* Stragen chuckles, putting the /rest/ of the sweets back in his pocket, Nikolau, you don't need that many at once. (But A+ learning of bad habits from your godfather.)
"April": "So, how do you like the nexus so far, Nikolau?" Emily/April/WHOEVER sits down next to them, leaving room next to her for Liam, which is another thing no one should read into. (They made-out in this bar two days ago, no reading is...actually even required.)
Stragen: "My sisters aren't here," Nikolau says, happily.
* Liam coughs into his sleeve, rather than laugh outright, because he's disaffected or something. ALso, it would be RUDE. Plus there's a holy personage in the room and he's all creeped out.
"April": "Oh, God, I know what you mean," she says, with the deepest and truest empathy despite...having no siblings.
* Stragen laughs /freely/, because that's why he brought Nikolau in the first place. "Home is devoted to Nouria's wedding right now - I thought he could use a little adventure of his own."
Liam: "I can't decide if that was charitable or a really shitty thing to do, in this context," as Liam blithely swears around children.
Stragen: "It's going well so far," Stragen shrugs, wiping the side of Nikolau's mouth with his thumb as someone accustomed to other people's children eating candy in his lap.
Grif: "Aw. This place isn't really all that much worse for kids than it is for adults. There's even, like, schools here, and stuff."
Liam: "You should ignore at least every third thing I say, I have this issue where I hate everything." And apparently, he's really comfortable with that. It's awesome.
Stragen: "Reminds me of his father," Stragen says merrily, nudging Nikolau illustratively.
* Stragen is either the best or WORST friend, ever.
Stragen: "Papa likes some things," Nikolau says, the tiny voice of authority, and then falls silent while he tries to think of some of them. "Mama," he says, eventually, triumphant.
"April": "No you don't, you like /me/. And the color black. Look, two things!" She holds up her hand to enumerate them. "The nexus is not even a bad place, we have dinosaurs /and/ I found out where they're having one of those- tourneys? With the horses and sticks?"
Stragen: "Jousting," Nikolau says immediately, brightening. /He is so going to do that/.
* Liam feels that way about Emily! --that she is the best or worst friend, not that--DAMN it. "And cigarettes, I like those too." A pause. "Are you going to a /ren faire/."
Liam: If she does, she can presumably get a puffy shirt from the depths of her roommate's closet.
Stragen: "I prefer duelling, but they would go and make it illegal." ...has that ever stopped Stragen? No.
"April": "Yeah, your godfather said you liked knights, and then I saw this flier, and it's apparently going to last a couple of days so I have time to get a dress or something." So much shopping, lately, though if she finds out about that shirt she's going as Robin Hood and nothing can stop her.
Stragen: "I'm going to be a novice soon," Nikolau tells her, proudly, on the subject of knights. He is appropriately thrilled with this prospect.
Stragen: "In a few of years," Stragen amends for him. ...he's eight, that's still very young.
Grif: "We've got a couple of star systems, back in my universe, where the people live out historical re-enactments. I've never gotten around to giving it a try, myself."
Albion: "Star systems?"
Grif: "Yeah, uh, a star and all the planets around it? Well, probably not *all* of them are habitable, but the ones that are?"
Liam: "Celestial bodies," contributes Liam, snidely.
Stragen: "Like the Delphae-"
Stragen: "Not like the Delphae, Nikolau."
"April": "Like...if little pencil erasers revolved around the thing in front of your head." She smiles his way, even if it's not something he can see. She's like that. "What does being a novice mean? I'm kind of a peasant in your world, probably."
Albion: "I haven't seen a star joust in - everyone, I am wearing shoes with rubber soles. I know what science is."
Albion: "I've never heard of anyone talking about re-enactments on a planetary scale, is all."
* Stragen is wearing a doublet and doesn't know what a rubber is, but nevermind that. Nikolau tells Emily, "Novices are learning to be knights."
Grif: "There're plenty of people who wear sneakers and aren't great with the science. Hell, I'm not very good with it myself, but I'm from The Future, I have to deal with space a lot."
"April": "So there's a lot of...swordy stuff?" She is honestly kind of lost, with this. "And- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like a jerk, you just never know here."
Liam: "You didn't sound like a jerk," is Liam's abruptly fervent response. Let's pick and choose at what times we are friendly, shall we?
Albion: "It's alright. ...I doubt I could convince an eraser to orbit me. I'm starting to consider walking around with a pocketful of marshmallows and a portable toasting fork, though."
Stragen: Nikolau and Stragen are a bit out of their depth science-wise, so they're sticking to the conversation that makes sense (although Stragen is letting Nikolau talk, and listening to the rest of them).
Stragen: "They learn to fight and speak languages and faith," he says, "and do magic, like Mama and Papa and Uncle Stragen."
Albion: "There are a great many things for knights to know, yes. I know a very brave knight, Nikolau. He throws fine feasts and hosts tourneys. A very generous man."
Stragen: "I know lots of knights," Nikolau says, pleased. "Papa was, but he's not any more."
* `April just- smiles at Liam, because that was unexpected, and- no, she's not going to read too much into it, not yet. "Your knights do magic, huh? I don't know if many of ours did, probably some, at least."
* Liam eyes ...all of this, speculatively. He's going to smoke now. :| "Is 'faith' an option or a requirement?"
* Albion comes from the weirdest world. Well, no he comes from a very normal world, but only if you don't know how to look at it.
Liam: "Arthur did." Liam examines his fingernails, becuase he can say that without reprisal, but not like ...a whole lot more. "At least that's the story, anyway."
Stragen: "They're church knights," Nikolau says, "but-" he hesitates, and looks up at Stragen for a lead.
Stragen: "It's complicated," Stragen supplies. "It's a religious order - of /soldiers/, not monks."
Liam: "I see." ...kind....of. "But /joining/ it isn't something everyone has to do?"
"April": "Really?" The fictional Arthur, obviously. "And- Liam, we just got back from their /house/." What?
Stragen: "No one's forced to become a priest, either," Stragen drawls, shrugging.
* Stragen cocks his eyebrow at that. How interesting :>
Albion: "Unless they are a third son," Albion says quietly, with a smile.
"April": "Anyway, Nik, what are your plans for knighthood? Dragon slaying? Princess rescuing? Vanquishing evil in all its forms?"
Liam: "My parents are religious. I'm not." That is such a great explanation. "So I'm always curious about how other places do it--yeah, like /that/." He spits the last word, helpfully.
Stragen: "Speaking as a younger son-" in a very, very dry tone, Stragen's father wasn't exactly thrilled to acknowledge his bastard, "-I only recently took up any sort of religion at all. The Elene God never appealed to me very much."
Stragen: "I want to be the preceptor," Nikolau asserts firmly to Emily.
Albion: "It was a particular custom of a particular culture in a particular time period. Men interpret their obligation to the divine in many different ways."
"April": "What does the preceptor do?" She is focusing intently on him in the half-hearted hope she can somehow /ignore/ the vehemence going on behind her.
Liam: "Or they don't actually have any, that's one interpretation." .....he's FINE.
Stragen: "He's the leader," Nikolau tells her. "He has to be responsible for all of the knights in his Order, and report to the Queen. And Sarathi. He's like the Patriarchs but not as dull." ...an eloquent summary.
* Albion is as calm as a lake on a windless night. He's curious about the Preceptor himself.
Stragen: "Patriarch is a high ranking priest," Stragen supplies, quietly.
"April": "Big ambitions, but I think if you've got it figured out already you will do awesome, Nik." She smiles, gently. "Tell me more in like, two seconds, I have a boy I have to deal with."
* Grif keeps out of the religion debate, seeing as a lot of folks don't really bother so much anymore, where he's from.
* Liam wants to live in Grifland. :| ...no he doesn't.
Stragen: Nikolau nods, and lets Stragen feed him more sweets. (Stragen is opting not to debate religion, either; he doesn't even really care about the religion /he/ follows.)
* `April twists around. "Liam," she says, "Stop it. This is not the place or the time and- please."
* Albion has a rather different viewpoint on religion than most. One does not doubt the Host of Heaven when it comes and frowns at you on a regular basis. "The knights I have met were squires first - they learned to be knights while serving other knights. Is it like that for novices where you are from?"
Stragen: "Squires are different," Nikolau says, firmly.
Stragen: "Except your soon-to-be brother-in-law," Stragen reminds him, "but Khalad's a special case."
Albion: "I suppose there is more to learn, if you are going to become a Preceptor."
Stragen: "They choose one from the knights," Nikolau says, of preceptors.
Grif: "That sounds like a looooot of rank-climbing." He only barely doesn't make it quite sound like 'ass-kissing.'
* Liam 's typist SO SLOW. REGARDLESS: "No, you know, it's really not. And it has nothing to do with anyone else, so--I'll see you at home." Later, presumably. --and then he's distracted by Grif, and he laughs. Grif is his favorite futurist abomination. :D
Grif: Awww, than--- hey, wait.
Liam: Well, you know, in terms of the other Traditions! Liam is too disaffected to have a Tradition. B|
Stragen: "Nobody really wants it," Stragen says, "judging by the fact the Pandions are still on an interim
Preceptor: while they try to replace Vanion. It'd be Martel, if he were still in." Knightly politics! A good time had by none.
* Stragen finds it kind of entertaining, too, but that's just him. Nikolau takes this all Very Seriously, meanwhile.
* `April takes advantage of this distraction to, uh, once again show how friendly they are and crawl over to put her arms around Liam's neck. "If I let you leave without me you'd just- escape."
"April": "Plus we're probably already late, actually."
* Grif 's helmet beeps a couple of times, and he picks it up and looks into the screen inside. "Oh, hey, on that note, there's the alert that I need to get stuff out of the oven back at base."
Albion: "Goodnight then, all of you."
Stragen: "We should get on if we're going to see the fire domes before Nikolau's mother hunts me down for kidnapping her child," Stragen agrees, starting to move so he can lift Nik back onto his shoulders.
Stragen ("Again," Nikolau says, helpfully.)
* Grif finishes his beer and trashes the bottle before putting his helmet on. "Probably a good idea. Liam, uh, 'April,' I guess I'll see you later? Everyone else, take care."
* Liam is suddenly beset by a HORRIBLE SPIDER CREATURE--no, it's just Emily. "That was my best intention, yes." It is not to be, young man. Oh hey--"See you, spaceman."
* Grif waves and heads for the door, teleporting out along the way. To do work in a kitchen. In armor. Everyone enjoy that, folks.
"April": "Bye!!" He is really their favorite mechanical man.
"April"" "Anyway, so- dispersing, I guess, and Liam, for the record, when I make bad jokes that are totally timed wrong and call back to awkward moments, you should laugh. Or smoke harder, you know, expressions of mirth."
Stragen: "Be well," Stragen says, dryly, and exits with Nikolau craning around to wave goodbye to Liam.
Liam: "I'm trying not to have facial expressions." Very intently, apparently. "Where the fuck are my cigarettes, by the way--" He is going to smoke like eight hundred of them, which makes it a tragedy that he has two left. HEY A SMALL CHILD--Liam does wave, uh. Enjoy him, he's also a child. A 22 year old child.
* Stragen (lurker@dm-16958.jetstream.xtra.co.nz) has left #stigmata
"April": "Baby, why do you say these things to me?" She climbs off the couch (after waving to the terrible two (the other ones)), pouting (as she is so well-equipped to do). "Annnd I took them while you weren't paying attention." So...this is called 'I am so frivolous and infuriating and generally peverse that you have no choice but to be cheered, somehow.'
Liam: "I politely request that you give them back before I chew a hole in my shirt." That's ...progress?
"April": "Actually I've decided to take up smoking," she says, which- why is she headed to Albion while she pulls one of the two out of the pack-
"April": Unless someone stops her she's going to light it off his fireball.
Liam: "You're such a /liar/--" okay, FINE, he's laughing now, at ...the expense of a blind angel. That's awesome; he will have his own acre in hell.
* Albion will actually sit there and see if she really truly is going to do it. It is not...normal fire so it is quite likely that the cigarette won't survive the experience.
* `April has no shame or sense of decency, like...anywhere, so of course she does try; however, she's tentative enough, and maybe added by whatever goddess looks after little spidergirls, that she succeeds in not wrecking the second last of Liam's deathsticks.
"April": So, smiling, she takes a puff and- "Oh my god these are so disgusting." ::::(
Albion: "They tend to be, yes." Albion says something else, softly enough that no one else can hear.
Albion: "You are bold, but if you disrespect me or anyone else in my presence, this fire that dances before my eyes will lick you back, and teach you better."
Liam: "Yeah, you have to keep smoking them until you don't care anymore." His rationalization is the truest thing ever. "Can I have that now, since apparently you're not gonna need it?"
* `April has leaned in, listening to something Albion is saying with wide (but fearless, blank, uncolored) eyes.
"April": "Oh," she says, and then quietly replies.
"April": "You love, don't you? Ovid angels. You love them, these people, so- I'd be bolder, I'd spit venom in your face to make him laugh, and I'm not afraid of fire. I care, too."
* Albion is suddenly not just a young man with a weird supernatural effect. He begins to glow from within and without, and it is almost as if he is draining the sound out of the room. "Child, you have no idea what it is that I am. If you truly care, then you must learn to be careful. I require an apology."
Liam: "Don't you dare." ...it is not clear, at first, who he's talking to, it could be either of them, but it's actually Emily. "He can't make you do anything." Liam is theoretically supernatural himself, but he sucks at it; mostly he's just an angry kid. "She doesn't owe you shit, and /I/ know what you are, or at least--I have an idea."
Albion: "She does, actually. You, young man, have yet to be actively rude, though your hostility is noted. And if you know what I am, you will stand back and be Quiet, lest you make it worse. I am patient, not spineless, and I have put up with enough."
"April": "Please- no, don't, he's just- this was my fault," she says, and she is not /scared/, no, she's fearless and invulnerable in her own mind, but- "I'm sorry, sir, I really am, I- didn't mean to offend you, and thank you, for giving me the chance to apologize," she says to the floor, softly, backing away.
Albion: "Apology accepted. Please enjoy your evening." Somewhere else, before he has to go all demigod on something.
* Albion turns down the special effects and sips his wine.
* Liam ...spits on the ground in front of /the angel/, why. Oh...right, that's why. "How's that for actively rude? Does it meet your standards? Because I can keep doing this forever, or until you smite me or whatever. Except that doesn't work here, so all you've /got/ is glowing like a fucking Lite-Brite. And good on you for threatening a teenaged girl, by the way."
Albion: "You think /I/ am an angel?" He laughs. "I'm not going to 'smite' you, lad. You don't know any better."
Liam "Mostly I think you're an asshole." ....WE ARE SO MATURE. Up in here.
* `April looks up, sharply, and places herself between the two of them with a suddeness that doesn't really seem possible. "If you do anything to him I'll feed you whatever you have that passes for a heart," she says, pert and vicious and very, very /sure/, and she reaches behind her to take Liam's hand so she can pull him towards the door.
Albion: "You should meet a /real/ angel sometime. Go, both of you, and for what it's worth, may you learn before you are taught."
"April": "Oh, never." She laughs, brightly, and turns around so she can offer Liam his cigarette.
Liam: "I didn't say I thought you were an angel." He doesn't even sound angry anymore, just tired. "I hope you're not, because my parents believe in angels, and I think you'd be an enormous fucking disappointment." Oh, a cigarette. "Can we go?"
"April": "Yeah. And don't worry, he's not, I can tell now." She squeezes his hand tightly and leans against his side. "We are so /totally/ late, it's not even funny."
Liam: "Well, give me my tie back, if we're late and I'm not wearing it, they'll think we were up to something." ......Look, it's not even awkward now! Haha. LEAVE. They're totally going. Shoo.
* `April concurs, and will...eventually give back his tie, hopefully not after using it to aggravate some other supernatural being- wait Liam already is a supernatural being, it's too late. AND THEY ARE GONE.
* Albion sighs and says to nothing visible. "It must be exhausting to be so angry all the time. Can you imagine?" The lights dim a little bit, and he smiles.