A departure and an arrival

[birdhunter]

Date: April 22nd, 2003
Status: Public - Complete
Setting: Uriel's room -> lobby -> entrance -> hotel -> ...
Summary: An oblivious genius and a very controlled one do not mesh well. Uriel leaves. Artemis arrives.

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[norseloki]

Looking for something to occupy himself with, Loki came down from his room. If Mary was at her desk, he might find some distraction that might turn into some fun. If it was Rose, all the better. The girl was something of a challenge.

Just as he entered the lobby, someone else did so as well. A young man - or really rather a boy - had just stepped through the door. Well, where there was a boy there usually also was a father or, better yet, a mother. And the way this hotel seemed to draw supernatural people, saying hello certainly couldn't hurt.

With a smile, he walked towards the newcomer.

[birdhunter]

...Well. First something he was currently counting off as a hallucination, and now... this. The man was wearing a pair of jeans and a vest, sure, but there was no hide nor hair of a proper shirt, and the scratches on his arms certainly didn't speak of a reputable man. Nevertheless, Artemis had learnt better than to disregard people at teh first glance. Better hide his true reactions until he had figured out whether he could benefit from them.

"Good afternoon," he said. "Might I ask what exactly is this place? At the village I was told this is some form of a hotel, but..." But there was certainly more to the place than just that.

[norseloki]

"The village was quite right in that," Loki observed. "It's a hotel, albeit one with somewhat unusual guests."

If the boy was going to stay for any amount of time, there was no way he wouldn't notice on his own anyway. If he wasn't...

Loki lowered his voice conspiratorially. "One of them is a writer," he said.

Let him make of that piece of information what he would. "You're the vanguard?" The boy really didn't look old enough for staying at a hotel all on his own. Not these days. They had long stopped considering people adults when they were able to wield a normally-sized weapon.

[birdhunter]

"Writers are the least of trouble," murmured Artemis. He qualified as one himself, after all, although his creations were more in the vein of scientific research rather than fiction. Writing did not explain the disappearing winged man calling himself an angel.

"...The vanguard?" he then echoed. "That is hardly an applicable term outside specialized fields nowadays... and no. I'm the only one arriving." He eyed the man challengingly as though daring him to disagree. He was an adult, thank you very much, and even before reaching that particular point he had been well capable of taking care of himself.

[cattygabriel]

Gabriel gently kept Ta-Miu from pouncing on the bird with one hand and caught the note with the other, unfolding it carefully.

Gabs, I'm afraid a cat may have wandered into my room at one point recently and gotten paint on his fur. If the creature was one of your pets, I apologize. You have to admit the pink spots look quite charming on him, though.

Ah. Gabriel had suspected as much when Earl Grey had come back with pink spots on his fur. He'd laughed and tapped the pink-spotted nose fondly before carefully giving the kitten a bath, and later he'd had to wash the bloody scratches on his own arms. Still, Earl Grey had looked rather fetching before he'd turned into a wet, snarling, claw-happy, bedraggled mess in the bathtub.

He frowned lightly at the 'Gabs' and at Uriel's mentions of his assignment and the angels he had Severed, though. Uriel had a difficult function. I hope he's alrightGabriel attempted to fold it back into the delicate origami bird, but soon gave up as it degenerated into a crumpled mess, even when he tried

[angelofawesome]

Michael was going for a nice jog when he felt an incoming projectile. He reached up and caught the square that was aimed for his head. He could feel Uriel's mark on it with little touches from the other two angels in the Manor, and so he unfolded it as he kept running.

Michael, try not to get into too many fights. I'd say don't do anything I wouldn't do, but given the number of angels I've more or less slain I shall refrain; just remember the rules of the place.

He good-naturedly gaped at that. Oh Uriel, he thought fondly, lighten up, would you? You haven't Felled as many demons as I've smote, after all. And why does Gabriel get a nickname and I don't? I'm hurt. Oh well. Have fun on your new assignment. Say hi to Father for me; hopefully I'll be home soon too.

He threw the letter up into the air, where it dissipated back into the Presence. He, smiling, kept jogging.