And I've wondered who's the woman for whom we all kill...
[[OOC: Party thread of awesome, guys! This operates on the same scale as all of our party threads in the past. For those of you don't remember or weren't here. See the following threads. Those of you who have archangels waiting in the wings can fill free to tag in and chat amongst your fellows. Those of you have kids already in the basement can ( Read more... )
Comments 52
Instead, she's found a crowd of people milling about and looking like Archangels. Except for that one guy in the purple suit. Whatever. She has a feeling that Romana will probably not have much time for her just now.
She slips into the press, reporter's notebook out, and singles out one of them - Mitsuki, as it happens. "Hey," she says, letting out her wings, just to look like she fits in. "Dmitri Lang, Angel of Knowledge. Want to give me a statement for the record?"
Reply
"I have a few statements about how traveling in an obscenely small minivan from O'Hare to here with this many bumpkins should be elected as the eighth level of Hell, but I bet that's not what you're asking."
Oh girls. Have fun.
Reply
She pauses for a moment, tapping her pen against her chin.
Reply
Reply
"God there had better be alcohol," she drawls, rolling her eyes. "Dontcha think, Steve?" she asks her seatmate from the van, and if she had gum she would have popped it at that point.
Good lord she's annoying. A sweetheart when it comes down to it, a terrified kid, but... annoying.
Reply
"Alcohol," he repeats as if he was making sure he heard that right. "And here I was thinking you were more of a fruit punch kind of girl."
Teasing, really, although gently and not as extreme as he can be. Being stuck in that damn minivan sobered him up some, because there's only so much eccentricity one can handle in close quarters... Also he's afraid of Mitsuki. She hits hard.
Reply
Don't ask why she's clung onto him. There's something about his intensity- the way he doesn't really seem to all be there- that makes her like him.
"Granted," she continues, "I do like those little umbrellas they put in the kind of fruity drinks? Those things are fun when you spin them- the pattern goes 'whoo'!" Yes, whoo. Oh Kiki.
Reply
Pssh. He's known her for less than a week or just a little more than a week (it's hard to tell on those long flights halfway across the world), so he only barely knows her, but Steve likes to think he has a certain way with people that allows him to really get to know them in short periods of time... Or something.
"I love those things!" He replies gleefully. "I wonder if they have those here. I mean in the hotel part. They have a bar, right? They gotta have a bar- it would be criminal if they didn't. We should totally get one after the, uh... Whatchamadooji." He snaps his fingers, trying to remember that cool lingo Vince and Mitsuki were using before. "The briefing! Oooh. I wonder if we'll get to meet Romana. I hear she's so cool, if not totally terrifying."
And the eccentric side emerges. Apparently, the concept of fruity drinks perks him right up.
Reply
She should check out the fresh meat (never mind that most of the 'fresh meat' is much, much older than she is), but she can't resist wandering over and saying hi to Vincent first.
"You," she says, smirking, "have got cojones the size of fuckin' moons."
And she means that with respect, really.
{{OOC: Since she's technically part of the original group brought over, I'll leave it to you just how much of a relationship or lack thereof Vincent has with her, but she does like/respect him, whether from afar or otherwise.}}
Reply
Vincent is relatively pleased that his first exposure to the old regime isn't Romana, herself. It's not that he doesn't want to see her (he does- desperately)... He just wants to work up to her. Slowly. Or something.
He throws out his arms in a way that suggests he's either expecting a hug (not all archangels are big on that, but it's nice to throw up the offer) or is shrugging really dramatically, and gives Elena one of his cheesiest grins, "I bet you say that to everyone who does what I did, queridito."
He's kidding, of course. No one's that stupid. Not even him, mostly, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Reply
Elena's tough. She's hard. She's a woman you Do Not Fuck With, who does not go in for chick flicks, manicures, talking about feelings, and other girly stuff.
She just happens to be pouncing on Vincent and hugging him very, very tightly right now. There may have been a little squeeing in there as well. Just don't tell anyone ( ... )
Reply
Vincent does that to everyone. He is a huggable guy for a fucking hardass archangel, but it's part of his charm. He hugs her back tightly and decides not to call her on the squeeing, because he's nicer than that.
He chuckles as she pulls away. It's good to see the old gang again. He's happy to be back, but her words bring out the frowny face, because the idea of anyone else bringing down Romana irks him. He's the captain. The second. The one who takes it on himself to bring Romana down from her frenzy when it needs to be done, and only then. Her standing's been compromised enough and while she doesn't care how these people (the wanderers, the other angels) see her, he does. It's a PR thing. Not that she needs PR or anything of the sort, but... Well, you get it ( ... )
Reply
There are, however, two who don't look like teenagers or punkass kids or... okay, there are absolutely no words for Steve.
There's a man with slightly messy brown hair and a brown leather jacket leaning against the wall, arms folded over his chest, looking vaguely like he'd like to curl up somewhere and sleep for a long, long time. International flights, plus a minivan ride, the entire trip spent with a group of archangels... oh yeah. He's got good reason to be tired out.
His partner, however, is pretty far from exhausted. She's been cooped up way too long, and is therefore wandering around the lobby - not quite bouncing, but very close - and investigating. There's not much that's very interesting here, but... oh, look, panic buttons at the reception desk ( ... )
Reply
Wolverine was in the lobby before the massive group of angels arrived. He considered leaving, but then thought it better to remain quiet by the wall behind the desk and see just what all he's going to have to deal with for the next who knows how long if when he decides to leave his room.
Reply
Martin contemplates slamming his head back against the wall. Maybe if he hit himself hard enough, he'd pass out and then he could get some sleep. He also contemplates apologizing to this guy for Georgia, but... eh, if he apologized to everyone Georgia spoke to, he wouldn't have time for anything else.
Reply
And they were too late to be of any help then.
But the Doctor destroyed the warehouse of death and Wolverine killed the demon so... it's not as if they did nothing at all.
"They won't anymore. Not many wanderers left down here, least not ones that'll need any help."
Reply
The elevator hums softly as it descends, and then the doors slide open, revealing the First among Firsts standing there, brown and white wings already out and half-spread. She's really not prone to dramatic entrances. Sometimes these things just happen.
Reply
Vince notices Romana and the angel he was playfully roughhousing with slowly backs away in a 'okay, man, do what you gotta do' gesture. He takes a deep breath and adjusts his tie a little. Chin high, no tail between his legs. He was not hiding from her, dammit. Chicago is cursed when it comes to archangels. Apparently whatever strange thing happened to keep Romana away while Calisto was exploding affected him too.
Mitsuki follows him over without being asked and he's very thankful for it if only so she can provide a better explanation of the specs of what happened than he can. He's so bad at that stuff.
"Well," Vincent says, once he's in front of her. "I'm finally back. Transportation into Chicago is a bitch."
It's a good thing Mitsuki is tiny. No one generally notices when she rolls her eyes.
Reply
"It's generally considered polite to leave notice when you leave town. You could have called to let me know you were delayed." Instead of dropping out of contact altogether and... yes, it looked pretty much like running and hiding from a certain perspective.
Reply
He suddenly blurts out, "Tokyo exploded."
....Well, that was part of it anyway. Although as far as excuses for not calling or writing go, it's not the best one.
Reply
Leave a comment