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[wolflord_andain]

Tracking a fallen angel across a solar system is far from an easy task, but at last, it seems, Galadan has managed

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[un_fallen]

Now. Now is optimal, really. And restricted as he is by what he knows of Galadan's future, Raguel is still firmly convinced of the cathartic properties of a really good fistfight.

Even if teeth and fire are involved.

Even if someone dies, it was an accident.

Not that that will happen, surely.

Raguel steps out of the transit station, grinning to himself, and starts walking.

[wolflord_andain]

Galadan slides into wolf-shape, getting the feel of the ground under his feet, this dry, bare earth so different from what he knows in Fionavar.

He appreciates the harshness of dust in his throat as he runs, a black shadow crowned with silver slipping far from the common trails. There is a shift in the air, the faintest crackle of not-presence against the corners of his mind, and he knows.

Now. Now is when he must be ready.

There is no room for error.

[un_fallen]

There's a faint glow around him as he moves, but in the slanting late afternoon light it's not so noticable. Nor, oddly, is it noticable when his speed increases until it's much faster than a mortal man could move.

The sudden blurring of the scenery is a trick of the light. It's not as if anyone on Whitefall especially cares, though.

It's different when he's prepared.

[wolflord_andain]

Raguel is far from the only one that is prepared.

Doubtless he is, in part, expecting that as well.

But eventually, when he's made a particular turn, speed carrying him deep into the scrub brush--

Why, there he'll find Galadan waiting for him, winter-grey eyes cool and piercing as a spear-thrust from the Hunt.

"Raguel. I do hope you got my message."

[un_fallen]

"I'm here," he says by way of agreement, and holds out a handful of wooden tiles. Every one is etched with the letter G.

"It looks like you owe me a lot of favors. Any particular occasion?"

[wolflord_andain]

Galadan smiles.

Were any of Fionavar here at this moment, they might begin to be very afraid.

"Call them reminders of unfinished business, if you like."

[un_fallen]

"As if I would forget," he grins, and the tiles begin to slip through his fingers.

"Very thoughtful, though."

[wolflord_andain]

"It would be very dull if you had, certainly."

One corner of Galadan's mouth twitches.

"Though I doubt such an event would trouble you overmuch."

[un_fallen]

"Oh, I'd hate to miss running into you again. Last time you left so quickly."

He grins widely, the same one he'd flashed at Gabriel suggesting they shared a secret joke.

"I remember you from before that."

[wolflord_andain]

Galadan is quick to put clues together.

"The bar? We did speak there, once."

Beat.

"In my time, of course. You seem to have taken my advice to heart."

[un_fallen]

"Once, huh?" he asks, thinking back.

"Oh, we talked about switching sides, yeah. You're a real laugh. As I remember, you had done the same thing yourself."

[wolflord_andain]

"Had done, have done. It seems much the same from where I'm standing."

Galadan does not shrug.

"Though I wonder. How do you find your new master, Raguel?"

[un_fallen]

"I don't have a new master," he says. He looks a little confused by the question.

"I act on my own insights."

[wolflord_andain]

"Do you."

It isn't a question.

"I may have been misinformed, then. Or you are far more under his thumb than I would have thought."

[un_fallen]

"Oh, don't even bother to tell me what a pawn I must be, how my free will is an illusion and I'm a slave to Lucifer and blah blah blah," Raguel snaps.

"You don't know anything about it. And certainly not about me. I'm not the angel you met in a bar."

It sounds like this has been building up for a while.

[wolflord_andain]

"Oh, I wouldn't say 'slave'."

Galadan's tone is incredibly sardonic.

"You choose to let him give you your marching orders. It appears quite easily done, on the whole."