Gunfire And Bars

The world shifts... and changes. And Sephar and Torquaret are standing in front of high stark gold and ivory spires.

Nearby, a Lilim and a Cherub stand together, in discussion. Those who know them might recognise Daimonique and Maasiai.

Sephar peers about, then up at the spires. "Good, they aren't black any more..."

Sephar peers at the two talking and floats quietly towards them.

<> Torquaret says "Do I still have the Hug A Judge shirt?"

Maasiai shifts position, illustrating some point with a twitch of a wing. Her light chainmail vest jangles lightly.

<> Demiurge says "Quite likely, yes, Torquaret."

Torquaret blinks once and follows Sephar, observing the surroundings.

<> Sephar says "Do I know Maasiai, yet?"

<> Maasiai . o O (Thinks maybe not in celestial form?)

Daimonique turns slightly, black uniform sleek in the dark with black duster swinging lightly. The light gleams off the handle of the gold-plated .45 at her belt. She gazes at Sephar mildly, and asks, "Sephar, what happened to your sword?"

<> Sephar says "Probably not."

Torquaret also pulls out a notebook and begins taking some notes.

Sephar blinks every eye it has, "Sword?"

Maasiai looks over her shoulder at the pair, frowning slightly.

<> Maasiai is in lionesss form, mind.

<> Maasiai . o O (Can I see Dana's Hug A Judge T-shirt?)

Daimonique nods. "Dangerous times dictate that we go about armed. But you know that, Sephar. Hello, Torquaret."

<> Torquaret says "I'm not wearing it, but it's slung over an arm."

Maasiai turns and pads over, her lioness ears up and curious. "What have you there, Torquaret?"

Torquaret says "Hi Daimonique. How are things?" She looks curiously at the lioness. "A present from someone, actually."

Sephar murmurs softly, "Dangerous times, indeed, it seems, if even I would have a sword." It sighs mildly.

Maasiai cranes her neck. "A shirt of some kind?" She gives Torquaret a faintly odd look, then shrugs, flicking her wings and sitting back down. Her mail chimes softly.

Daimonique says "Things are things. Why are you two not at your posts and unarmed?"

Daimonique pads over closer, quiet as a cat prowling for a mouse.

Torquaret smiles momentarily at Sephar, and watches Daimonique approach. "Yes, just a shirt."

Sephar eyes Daimonique warily, mouse instincts, long instilled coming to the fore.

Sephar says "Was there another you and another Chephirah through here recently?"

Maasiai blinks.

<> Sephar does the direct approach, as ever.

Sephar says this to Daimonique, as she has its full attention.

Torquaret steps closer to Sephar, protectively.

Daimonique says "Not that I have heard of."

Maasiai stands, edging a bit closer to Daimonique, also protectively.

Daimonique crosses her arms, and gazes at Torquaret and Sephar calmly.

Sephar bobs a nod, then quietly, murmurs to Torquaret. "I don't think this is where we need to be. Shall we keep moving?"

Maasiai carefully taps something on a recording crystal that is woven into her chainmail vest.

Sephar gazes back warily.

Maasiai growls to Daimonique, "Could they have been..."

Torquaret smiles pleasantly at Daimonique and the lioness, and whispers, "If you say so, Sephar."

Sephar moves back towards the pad, then, a few ears perked at what Maasiai says.

The disk of the portal is merely a pale rainbow ripple in the air, scarcely noticeable unless you are looking for it.

Daimonique says "Excuse me. What are you two doing?"

Sephar says "Moving on."

Daimonique says "On to where, may I ask?"

Maasiai narrows her eyes and crouches in a pounce-like manner. "Back to a gift-giver?" she says, softly.

Sephar chuckles, "You may ask, but I do not think I could answer."

Sephar says very shortly to Maasiai, "No."

Daimonique starts to move her hand for her gun. "I think you should move away from there."

Torquaret stands silent and watches, a protective eye on Sephar.

Sephar says "You don't need to do that, Daimonique," as it says with a mouth on Torquaret's side, softly, "Go through, I"'ll follow quick."

Torquaret steps toward the portal.

Daimonique nods her head to Maasiai, an almost inperceptible movement, and at the same time she draws her gold plated .45.

Sephar dives for the portal with the draw.

Maasiai launches herself at Torquaret.

Daimonique fires on Sephar.

<> Demiurge says "Hm. Shall I ask for a roll, or just adjudicate?"

<> Daimonique says "Adjudicate!!!"

Sephar is sucked through the portal in a ripple of light, Daimonique's bullet striking the Kyriotate as it plunges through. Silver ooze flows.

Torquaret lands part-through the portal. The world shifts and trembles round her, as Maasiai - who has hold of a leg - attempts to pull her back.

Maasiai grabs with her fangs and digs her claws in, pulling the other Cherub back!

Sephar grabs its end of Torquaret and uses Will to *pull*.

Torquaret struggles to free herself of the lioness, kicking with all her might.

Sephar is hurt, but hey.

Daimonique runs over to help drag Torquaret back from the portal. *dive* *grab*

Maasiai pullpullpull. Start digging teeth in more firmly.

With Sephar's heave and Torquaret's struggling, Torquaret goes tumbling through the portal. Head over heels. Plus bite and scratch marks. Maasiai and Daimonique go tumbling on the other end, as the portal closes with a *crackle*.

Maasiai mutters about having to report all this. Pronto.

Sephar growls mildly as it lands with a silver splat and tries to cushion Torquaret's fall.

Torquaret lands with a thud, or perhaps a Kyrio-softened squish, and grimaces in pain.

The two angels, Kyriotate and Cherub, find themselves in - Heaven. They stand in front of a high police station in gold and ivory, on the streets of a busy city. High tower blocks rise above them.

Sephar blinks up and up.

Sephar checks out the gunshot wound, how bad it actually is.

Torquaret rubs her leg where the teeth had bitten in.

The wound is not life-threatening, but is moderately nasty - the equivalent of a limb wound in a human-formed angel.

Sephar sighs mildly, and puts pressure on it with a hand to try and stop the bleeding and peers at Torquaret.

For the moment, the square seems quiet and peaceful.

Sephar looks at the police station, "I wonder if they can help us out?"

Sephar says "This seems a bit less of a gun-happy place than the last."

Torquaret says quietly, "Maybe. Are you sure we're following them?"

Sephar sighs sadly, "No, I'm not entirely sure if we are any more, they said they hadn't seen them (was it in Celestial?)."

<> Demiurge says "They said they hadn't seen them, true, Sephar. And it was in Celestial. But they looked as if they'd only just got there themselves."

Torquaret says "I guess we're stuck doing this regardless, then. Seeing Daimonique with a gun was just bizarre."

Torquaret says "Did you know that Cherub with her?"

Sephar says "It was, very bizarre, especially since she was willing to use it."

Maasiai looks out the door of the police station. She is human-formed, in blouse and slacks, wearing a tan trenchcoat. A shoulder-holster is barely visible beneath it.

Sephar says "I didn't know her on sight, but she sounded like a Judgement Cherub that used to occassionally appear at Pat's."

Sephar peers at the station, and sighs, "Is that her again?"

Sephar peers at the station, and the woman in there, "Now, that's who I thought she sounded like."

Maasiai points at Sephar. "Hey, Techie! No sneaking out for a smoke before you tell us what that Dirty Trickster left!"

Sephar says, utterly bemused, "Smoke."

Torquaret looks up. "Smoke?"

Maasiai folds her arms and taps her foot. "Okay, so you've finished."

Maasiai eyes Sephar. "Hey, what happened to your labcoat?"

Sephar wordlessly shows Maasiai the gunshot wound.

Sephar says "I seem to have taken a... hit."

Maasiai blinks, then strides across to examine it. "Damn! What happened? No, never mind -- that can wait until we get you somewhere to be treated. And get a good, stiff drink."

Sephar gives a deep sigh, "That would be very nice. And if you could also have my friend here looked after as well?"

Torquaret's eyes brighten at the mention of a good stiff drink. She attempts to stand, a little shakily.

Maasiai looks at Torquaret. "They got one of us, too? Wretched demons. Okay, come on, you two." She tries to give Sephar and Torquaret both a shoulder to lean on.

Torquaret leans, grateful, and makes a mental note of the landmarks in this area. "Thanks."

Sephar leans mildly and looks around as well.

Maasiai says, "No problem." She leads them around past the police station, down a street, around another corner, and towards what looks like a bar.

Sephar keeps pressure on the wound and staggers cheerfully with.

Inside, the bar is dark and shadowy, some patrons taking refuge in the dimly lit corners. Behind the long oak bar is Daimonique, with a towel over one corner and standing in front of a long rack of bottles, endlessly wiping a dishrag around in circles and nodding her head to the passions of the patrons.

Maasiai calls out, "Hey, Daimonique! We've got wounded here! Get the first aid kit and a drink for the police, eh?"

Torquaret smiles and goes wherever she is led. "Nice job benefits."

Daimonique looks up and swears. She grabs the kit from beneath the bar and hurries over to Sephar and Torquaret. "Man, you look like you got yourselves caught up in a helluva firefight."

Sephar peers at Daimonique, this one does not look like she has a tendency to shoot.

Maasiai grins at Torquaret. "Ain't they, sister!"

Sephar bobs a nod mildly.

Maasiai helps position the two wounded on chairs near the bar.

Torquaret smiles at Daimonique and the woman. "We got jumped, you could say."

Daimonique helps the wounded over to stools, and ducks behind the bar. Nothing helps the pain like a good shot of whiskey.

Sephar settles on the stool, "Thank you."

Maasiai scowls. "Jumped. Figures. Did you get an ID on the demons what did it?"

Sephar says "No ID on demons, no."

Sephar looks a bit sad at that. "I'm not used to firefights."

Maasiai swears again, under her breath. "Mighta been more Dirty Tricks stuff." She pats Sephar on a spare shoulder. "Don't worry -- you're a techie, not Police."

Torquaret shakes her head at Sephar. "Sorry I couldn't have been more help to you."

Daimonique puts drinks on the bar and nods understandingly.

Sephar nods up at Maasiai and grins a bit at Torquaret, "It's okay, you did what you could."

Torquaret takes the drink, gratefully. "Thank you so much."

Maasiai nods approvingly at the drinks. "Don't let that go to waste, you two. I'm gonna go call up the station, tell 'em there's more than just that Focalor around."

Sephar peers at the drink, at Torquaret taking it, so takes the one nearest it.

Maasiai heads off to a phone.

Daimonique nods, and keeps the drinks coming.

Sephar watches Torquaret and then drinks it the way she does.

Torquaret smiles and takes another drink, emptying it less quickly than the first. She says to Daimonique, "Thanks again. What's the news?"

The whiskey hits the inexperienced Sephar like a blast of fire at the back of its throat. But a warming, comforting blast of fire.

Daimonique clears her throat. "Demons. Focalor's people came through, shot up a joint down on 5th. Bodies everywhere. It's a real mess."

Sephar coughs at the blast, nearly chokes, but does its best to swallow the warmth, then finally sighs as the heat hits from the inside out.

Sephar says "Ow. That's bad."

Torquaret says "That's awful." She looks over at Sephar. "Hey, you okay? Maybe you should slow down a little.""

Sephar says "Uhm. Bad abou' Focal'r, that is..."

Daimonique nods, and serves up more shots.

Sephar takes its second drink and sips it like Torquaret, a bit careful about breathing with each sip, and it sighs happily as the warmth works through and it starts to puddle a bit.

Sephar peers owlishly at Torquaret.

Torquaret looks over Sephar with Cherubic concern. "Sephar, are you going to be okay, or will I need to carry you home?"

Sephar says "Uhm..."

Torquaret stands next to Sephar on the barstool, ready to catch the Kyrio when it falls over.

Maasiai comes back and takes a seat on the other side of Sephar. "Welp, I told 'em that Sephar here got a hit, along with one of our own." She nods to Torquaret.

Sephar peers mildly at itself and giggles quietly, "I hope... not. Would be messy..." as it kinda peers at the oozing silver. "Maybe..."

Torquaret pats Sephar on a convenient limb and listens to Maasiai. "What's next?"

Maasiai peers at Sephar. "Careful there, little guy."

Daimonique blinks at the drunken Kyriotate.

Sephar kinda jiggles like jello cloud with the pat and chuckles. "Hey, I feel pretty good."

Maasiai replies to Torquaret, "Next? We get you and Sephar here a bit less in pain, then we sober up Sephar and bring him back to see what Vapulan thing Focalor left behind."

Maasiai adds, "Keeping our eyes open for demons. If demons show up, we shoot 'em."

Sephar says "Ewwww... nasty Vapulan thing..."

Maasiai tells Sephar, "Could be a bomb of some kind. You know what sort of stuff Weapons makes."

Sephar bounces, "Shoot 'em!" and scrambles a bit to keep from flopping off the chair with the bounce.

Maasiai helps catch Sephar. "Careful, kid!"

Sephar says "That sounds nasty... okay... I'll help."

Sephar beams up at Maasiai, on that side, "Thanks."

Maasiai gives Sephar a dubious look. "Coffee first." She turns to Daimonique. "Bartender -- a good strong coffee for our little friend here?"

Torquaret struggles to keep Sephar on the chair, and laughs. "Just relax, Sephar."

Sephar says "And... uhm... bandages?"

Sephar beams up at Torquaret, "You are nice."

Sephar hiccups.

Torquaret smiles down at Sephar. "You're pretty nice too."

Sephar sighs very happily, floomphs even more into a drunk Kyriotate pancake, that giggles to itself now and again.

Daimonique puts out two cups of coffee.

Torquaret firmly keeps hold of the Kyriotate, giggling a little.

Maasiai helps supports Sephar, making sure that any bandaging job doesn't get mussed by its giggling.

Sephar sniffsniffs from where it's floomped, and holds mostly still for bandaging.

Sephar then creeps up, pokes an eye at bar level before snagging the coffee cup and then sipping.

Maasiai uses the first aid kit to deal with oozing.

Torquaret tries to facilitate Maasiai's bandaging as much as possible, by holding the Kyrio still.

Daimonique just lifts an eyebrow. Swish goes the rag over the countertop.

Maasiai tsks a lot.

Sephar stills and sips and giggles now and again, feeling *no* pain.

Torquaret lazily holds the Kyrio, and looks up at Daimonique with a smile. "So what's a nice girl like you doing working in a joint like this?"

Maasiai ties off the bandage firmly. "Now don't morph too much here, or it'll fall off," she warns.

Daimonique says "Wiping the bar."

Torquaret blinks at Daimonique. "Excellently."

Sephar peers at its bandaged part, wiggles it experimentally, "Ow." and stops wiggling it and beams up at Maasiai, "Okay. I woo'nt want my parts to fall off..."

Daimonique . o O ( But you aren't _wearing_ any... )

Maasiai pats Sephar on a stray limb. "And neither would Dai, here! She'd have to clean it up!"

Sephar bobs a bit at that, "That'd be bad." and sips coffee, getting to that unique state of the wired drunk.

Maasiai nods. "So hey, what happened to your lab-coat? The demons steal it?"

Torquaret kisses Sephar on an appropriate limb. "You're very brave. And soon you can help with the Vapulan stuff."

Sephar beams at Torquaret and blushes silver.

Sephar peers at Maasiai, "I din' have no lab coat. But 'kin we go see the bomb, soon? I'd like ta help."

Maasiai frowns. "You had a lab coat when you came over to the station," she points out.

Sephar frowns at that, blinking several eyes.

Torquaret says "I don't remember seeing a demon with a lab coat."

Maasiai blinks back, then shrugs. "Guess that's what I get, feeding whisky to a techie!"

Sephar hiccups happily.

Torquaret smiles and holds Sephar. "I'm sure it will all get worked out."

Sephar beams up at Torquaret and nods at Maasiai.

Maasiai chuckles. "Drink your coffee, kid, and we'll wander back to the station."

Sephar drinks coffee obediently and the time gets it sobered up enough to get float control mostly back on-line.

Daimonique ministers to another customer. There are _always_ other customers.

Torquaret reaches out and drinks her own coffee once Sephar is no longer in danger of falling off the barstool.

Maasiai supports Sephar so that Torquaret can get her coffee.

Sephar beams at the supporters happily and gets its hiccups under control and a nice coffee buzz.

Torquaret smiles at Maasiai. "Thanks. Where was the device found?"

Maasiai says, "Focalor dropped it when his car crashed. We dunno quite what it is, but it looks dangerous."

Shannen walks into the joint, bandaged arm in a sling, red eyes peering ahead. She heads directly for the bar.

Torquaret nods. "Any idea what he's up to?"

Maasiai chuckles. "What's any Asmodean up to? Dirty Tricks!"

Torquaret grins. "Right, right. But anything in particular?"

Sephar peeks at Shannen, a little more sober on seeing her that way and nods at Maasiai mildly.

Torquaret stands and makes room for the injured Mercurian.

Sephar says "Is there... uhm... shomthin' I'm supposed to be lookin' for?"

Shannen nods to Torquaret and motions to Daimonique with her unbandaged arm, taking a second to wipe some tears from her eyes.

Maasiai pats Sephar. "No hurry, no hurry. You just rest up a little. We can getcha 'nother coffee."

Daimonique leans on the bar and passes a drink to Shannen.

Daimonique says "So, you gonna talk about it, or are you gonna just stand there looking red-eyed?"

Sephar says "Hokay."

Maasiai eyes Shannen as well, with that hard-boiled cop look.

Sephar sips coffee a bit more attentively now, listening a bit.

Shannen eyes the drink and swirls it around the glass slowly, taking deep breaths "I..just can't..believe it. It just wasn't like him..I don't under..stand.." Sniffles and sobs punctuate her speech "Well..sort of. But.."

Torquaret puts an arm around Shannen. "What happened?"

Shannen takes a small drink "Bast..ard..shot me. I..wanted to help..but.." She looks warily down the bar and drinks again "Tissue?"

Torquaret gives Shannen a napkin. "Who?"

Daimonique provides tissue. And booze. Lots of booze.

Sephar perks up a bit more, getting a bit more ovoid, rather than pancake like.

Shannen dabs the tissue at her eyes and proceeds to partake of the booze more "HIM. The bas..bas" She rests her head on Torquaret's shoulder, crying harder "bas..tard." Down goes more alcohol.

Daimonique goes into 'impartial listener' mode.

Torquaret sighs quietly and holds the Mercurian (at least it seems like a Mercurian). "Nobody is going to hurt you here."

Shannen hehs softly and drinks more, wiping at her eyes again "Not worried..about hurting." A big sigh, followed by more alcohol "I just want my Focie back. That's all." and more crying.

Sephar blinks many eyes.

Torquaret blinks. "Focie?"

Maasiai sighs. "Focie."

Sephar peers at Shannen, "Uhm... in the venacular, does that mean you're Focalor's girlfriend? Or at least wish to remain so?"

Daimonique says, "He's a bastard. You should leave him."

<> Demiurge says "Of course, Shannen has no connection with "Focie" in the "real" Fiat. Really. Honestly."

<> Daimonique goes running off screaming into the sunset.

<> Sephar giggles so much.

<> Torquaret cuddles Demi's brain lots and lots.

<> Demiurge says "Really!"

Shannen nods, going back to swirling alcohol in the glass. "Focie. Tall, handsome. Such lovely eyes..eyes that pierce.." she smiles dreamily, "Good hair.. Yet, powerful and protective. Strong.." She drinks more and sniffs, looking over to Sephar and nodding wanly "Fociepoo." and crying more.

<> Shannen knows nothing. ;)

Maasiai sighs and covers her eyes with her hand, leaning on the bar.

Sephar just gets more and more wide-eyed at the realization that there are demons *in* Heaven.

Maasiai mutters something about, "Servitors of Romance."

<> Shannen sniffs "It's not my fault! It's my Word :)"

Sephar finally, after the drunken fuzz, got the connection that they had thought it was gunned down in front of the police station and and and...

Sephar sighs.

Torquaret keeps holding Shannen. "But what does he do for you?"

<> Shannen coughs politely "I don't talk about that in public ;)"

<> Torquaret says "That's not what I meant! Geez!"

<> Sephar blushes simply at what isn't talkeda bout.

<> Daimonique just curls up in a ball.

Shannen lets out a dreamy sigh "He holds me and we go for walks in the park and he gives me nice back rubs. And oh so many fancy dinners and parties. We even had a ring picked out. A RING!" She mutters into her glass before finishing it off and holding it out to Daimonique, sniffling.

Torquaret says "And he shot you."

Shannen nods sadly and taps the glass on the bar.

Daimonique takes the glass, and refills it.

<> Shannen says "No one really knew Focalor. Not like I did.."

Sephar says "Uhm... what happened that made him shoot you?"

Shannen glances at Sephar for a second, out of the corner of her eye and takes a nice, healthy drink "I..I..d not like to talk about..it..right now. Please."

A shadow appears at the door, and a deep voice says, "Then let's not talk about it." It's Focalor, to a drift of snappy drums, trenchcoat drifting round him, hand on his gun.

<> Jo says "This heaven has a soundtrack?"

Daimonique starts to reach under the bar for her shotgun.

Maasiai freezes a moment, then reaches for her shoulder-holster!

<> Demiurge says "It's John Woo Heaven! It has a soundtrack!"

Torquaret turns and drags Sephar under a table.

<> Shannen nods to Jo "Of course."

Focalor smoothly unholsters his gun, and aims at Daimonique.

Sephar is dragged willingly.

Focalor says, "They always say it's bad luck to shoot the bartender. But I believe in making my own luck."

Sephar peers at the gun.

Shannen spins around at the bar, grinning brightly and somewhat drunkenly. "Focie!"

Focalor says, "Shannen. Poor child, did Pat hurt you when he shot you?"

Maasiai freezes, her hand on her gun. She growls, "Shoot our favorite bartender, 'Focie,' and you'll regret it."

Daimonique pulls out her shotgun while 'Focie' is distracted by Shannen and opens fire! *boom* *rack*

Shannen pauses for a second and looks down at my arm "Well. My arm. But..but.." Confusions washes over her face a bit, as she tries to make her way over to him "They said..you....but you never would!"

Torquaret whispers to Sephar "I think we need to get out of here."

Shannen is grinning again.

Focalor goes rolling, as the blast slams into the door frame. He drops backwards, with a cry of pain, outside.

Sephar bobs a nod at Torquaret and edges backwards...

Daimonique jumps on the bar. "Yeah 'Focie'? Then just bring it."

Maasiai draws her gun and heads for the door, trying not to get in the line of fire of Daimonique!

Torquaret looks around for a door that does not contain a guy with a gun.

Sephar follows Torquaret's lead.

The side door does not seem to contain a guy with a gun.

Sephar edges towards the side door

Torquaret points Sephar over at the door. "You go first. I'm bigger, so I'll follow."

Shannen screams and divers for the floor, trying to crawl over to Focalor "Stop it everyone, please!"

Maasiai fires in Focalor's direction, snarling, "Freeze! Police!"

From outside, Focalor calls, "Shannen! Meet me tonight at the usual place!"

Sephar says, "okay..." and keeps going for the door.

Daimonique fires again through the open doorway. *boom* *rack*

Torquaret follows Sephar, all protective-like, nudging the Kyrio closer to the door.

As gunfire erupts behind them, Sephar and Torquaret can make it out of the side door.

Sephar gets out pretty quickly and floats back towards the station.

Maasiai dodges out as Daimonique racks her shotgun, firing herself!

Torquaret runs back toward the station, dragging Sephar if she gets ahead.

Sephar runs with.

The sound of gunfire and yells drifts behind them, as they make it back to the Station. The Portal floats in the air still.

Shannen shouts "Of course!" and works to crawl out of the place and run away.

Sephar says "I wanna duck in and look at what they have, and try to ID it quick, before jumping, if it'll help 'em as they helped us."

Torquaret says "Okay, let's go. But make it quick."

Sephar ducks into the station, goes for where the lab would likely be... and tries to see if the Device may be quickly found.

Torquaret looks around the street and the front of the police station, for pursuers and demons and people with guns and such.

The laboratory of the police station is quickly found. There's an angel there striding impatiently, night-dark wings folded back, steel gun gleaming at his side like moonlight. The angel looks at Sephar, and he has the eyes of an Archangel.

The Archangel says, "You're the lab help?"

Sephar blinks back up at the Archangel, "Uhm... somewhat, Sir, I'd like to be of help."

Sephar says "But I need to be quick."

<> Sephar is straightforward even to archangels. eep.

The Archangel nods. "Call me Laurence. And analyse that." He points at a humming contraption of silvery wires buzzing on the table.

Sephar takes a deep in breath and hurries over to the table.

Sephar peers at the wires, at the set up at whtever makes it a system...

<> Sephar can use Electronics? Or?

<> Demiurge says "Roll."

<> Sephar rolls the d666 and gets 4 5 CHECK: 6.

To Sephar's trained perceptions, the device is a fairly straightforward timer system, designed to detonate and release certain radioactive elements set in small vials inside it. It has - by good fortune - been defused.

Torquaret gets impatient, and goes inside to look for Sephar.

Sephar says precisely that to the Archangel.

Sephar says "It seems inert for the moment, Sir."

Laurence nods. "Thank you."

Laurence strides for the door.

Sephar bobs a bow and follows Laurence.

Laurence, striding through the door and into the corridor, nearly walks into Torquaret, stepping aside with incredible skill and reflexes, and reaching out to catch her.

Torquaret blinks in surprise. "Excuse me, sorry."

Laurence says, deep-toned, "Watch your step, detective," and carries on down the corridor, turning deeper into the Station.

Torquaret looks at Sephar. "Ready?" She starts dragging the Kyrio to the portal before waiting for an answer.

Sephar follows along, with a meep of acquiescence.

Torquaret says "Well. I wonder what will be next." And goes through the portal."

And the world changes...

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Fiat Justitia