A model of decorum and tranquility...

[wineandvenom]

There are a couple of demons walking into the Main Gauche. Eric Delaflote has been gone a while, on orders from Elashte, and... Well, mission successful. There are extensive notes on the natures of angels and demons in his briefcase, as well as copies journaled over to Elashte (locked, of course), courtesy of the latest Oxford Angel of Knowledge

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[elashte]

It's a good thing for all involved that Eric is the sort to make and keep appointments, because El's been in and out today. So he's sitting on a lawn chair reading when they come in, and when he notices, he closes the book, puts aside his drink, and walks over.

"Eric," he greets, brushing his mind and taking a good look at the other one's. "Jeremy. A pleasure to meet you." He raised a couple of fingers, a sort of nontactile allusion to shaking hands, then turned back to Eric. "I must say, I am impressed."

And vaguely amused at the array of scars Eric's come back with. One can't, of course, deny him his fun.

[hymnsofgenocide]

Eric doesn't miss the amusement, but in El's situation, he'd be amused, too, so he merely accepts the praise with a slight nod of acknowledgment. "I hope everything turned out to your satisfaction... and, as promised, I brought a friend." The word 'friend' here takes on a connotation somewhere between 'stray dog' and 'absolute bastard who I want to kill very much', though not a hint of that in his tone.

Jeremy just snorts softly. "I love how he says that, like we can stand each other." No, subtlety and tact are not his strong points. "It's kinda cute, actually." He ignores the way Eric's smile tightens -- oh yeah, they've been getting on each other's nerves the whole trip. "So. You're a brand-new Neqa'el, and there are a whole lot of angels in town. Have I got that much right?" He's got no patience for politics, but he tries to keep a general idea of what's going on. Once he's verified that, it comes down to what Elashte needs, and what he's willing to let Jeremy get away with.

[elashte]

Elashte nods to Eric, putting across the vague impression that while his attention is shifting to the older Rakshasa, Eric's the one he actually cares anything about. It's subtle, but it's there.

"Went through my metamorphosis just after Calisto died," he says. "And we have quite the crop of Angels. The ones living here are off-limits, of course, but the First among first has seen fit to arrive and she's brought a small army with her. She'd be knocking at our door already were it not for certain... difficulties with her local Wanderers."

Whereas Wanderers, for him, have been at best tentative allies and at worst keen amusements. Well, technically, at worst they've been plague-bearers, but he managed to turn even that to his advantage.

"And, if you would like to know a house secret," he says, a dark smile tingeing his face, "one of the Angels we have seems to be an Angel of Vengeance with a crusade against Archangels." His tone is a mix of many things: How interesting are these things that happen, and You may want to check

[hymnsofgenocide]

"Really... Vengeance against Archangels? I think I like this place already." The way Jeremy's face lights up, you'd think El just gave him a Christmas present. Maybe coming wasn't a mistake after all.

He doesn't miss the subtle indication that Eric's in good with the boss, but then, Eric is already labeled in his mind as 'hopeless kiss-up'.

"So. This army could stand to have its ranks thinned?"

[archangelet]

There's an angel in a tree by the entrance.

No, really. She's just perched up in the branches, her wings out, watching them. Trying to decide if they're a threat or not. To El, that is. And therefore to her.

She wishes she could just shoot them. But she has to leave her guns in her room unless she's going out. Otherwise the temptation... well.

They may feel free to notice her.

[hymnsofgenocide]

Jeremy does, of course. Even on demon ground, he's not one for letting his guard down.

So he strolls over, peering up at the little at the baby angel perched up there. "It's a little angel in a tree. That could be modern art at its finest, but I doubt it. You have a name?"

He might just be incredibly amused by the whole thing. Angel-in-a-tree. What will they think of next.

[archangelet]

Tay rolls her eyes and makes a face at him. "Yeah, fuck off, asshole."

She's not little. And if she can't shoot him on sight, she can at least be a bitch to him.

Though she's feeling a little off-kilter anyway, considering she let Buffy convince her to wear some of her new clothes. So... hip-huggers (not too tight, but tight enough) and a shirt designed to show off what curves she's got, as well as a little bit of tummy. She's not exactly the most comfortable angel in the world right now, and it shows.

[hymnsofgenocide]

"'Fuck Off Asshole'?" Jer gives every appearance of musing over the words, as if she really had given her name. "Did your parents just really hate you when you were little, or are you trying to intimidate me with your attitude and fierce tree-perching?"

...It's at that point Eric notices that he's lost Jeremy somewhere, and doubles back to find him. He takes in the whole tableau... Angel in a tree, Jeremy being an ass as usual, allright, then.

"I'm sorry about him," Eric tells the angel. "Immensely talented in other ways, completely lacking in social skills. I'm Eric."