Logfile from Brass&Steel.

Club Bluebird
	
Zach saunters into the club and heads for the bar. He is smiling from ear
to ear and seems to be in a very good mood.

You sit down at the bar. The bartender lets you know he'll be right with
you. The bar.

Lucian takes a sip of the coffee as it arrives, nodding his head and
smiling as the jukebox plays, his eyes straying towards the empty stage.

Lucian sits down at Table 9.

Duke takes a long swallow of his drink, and when there's enough free space
in the glass, starts swirling it in his hand to make the ice cubes run the
inside wall of it. No particular reason, just ... enjoying the ambience.

Zach gets a bottle of beer from the bartender and swings around on his
stool to survey the room.

Lucian looks up from his coffee and studies the room intently. A small,
soft groan escapes his lips as he spots Zach at the bar.

Zach reclines back against the bar, smiling. The smile fades as he notices
Professor Szabo's white locks, though...

Lucian senses "Zach is looking daggers at you."

Duke doesn't seem to notice much of *anyone*, really, not being at the bar
and focussing more on the stage, at a right angle to both bar and door. As
one particular well-wisher comes forward and is *NOT* rebuffed, the old
man gets to play some kind of 'capo da tutti cappi', and invites the lad
to sit.

You sense Lucian notes your stare, and looks back at you with a raised
eyebrow and a small, mocking smile.

Zach taps a finger on his beerbottle and seems to make a desicion. He
slips off his stool and moves over toward Lucian's table. He doesn't seem
to have noticed Duke yet.

Lucian sighs, and takes a swallow of his coffee. He straightens up, and
glances about, frown still on his lips.

Zach slips down on a chair by Lucian's table, smiling.

At your table, Zach says "Good afternoon, Professor. How's life?"
	
At your table, Lucian shrugs. "Things are well, Mister Ellis. School has
begun again. I have been quite busy with my students. What of yourself?"

At your table, Zach guzzles some beer. "Oh I've been good. Lotsa work and
a new flat to decorate. 's all good."

At your table, Lucian smiles, insincerely. "Really? No doubt
congratulations are in order."

Lucian and Zach are conversing at Lucian's table.

Duke drains his club soda, and motions for another as his own conversation
with the young man who has joined him continues.

At your table, Zach grins wolfishly. "Why thank you, dude...I mean
Professor. So how 'bout your new students? Any promising dudes and
dudettes?"

At your table, Lucian inclines his head. "Quite. But then, this early, an
optimist might find them all full of promise... until they can prove such
a person wrong."

Wrath has arrived.

<OOC> Wrath says, "Please keep RPing so I can catch the "rhythm" of this
scene. Also, please don't use TT for the moment, if possible."

Zach tsks. "Here you go being gloomy and pessimistic again, mister
professor. Is it your easern European backgound talking?"

Duke is, for his own part, continuing to 'hold court' with the younger man
-- clearly a musician, now, by the way he beats a restless tattoo on the
tabletop with his fingertips as he talks -- who has joined him.

"Something of my background, da," Lucian says dryly. "I have seen far too
many students who refuse to be involved in their education." He sits at
the table with Zach, conducting a quiet conversation. Taking another
swallow of coffee, he glances around the bar, just a bit worriedly.

Zach relaxes back on his chair and smiles. "They refuse to be involved or
they refuse to be consumed?" He lifts his beerbottle to his lips and
drinks.

Lucian's only reaction is a blink and a raise of his eyebrows. "I beg your
pardon?" He takes a long swallow of coffee, and puts it down. He looks
around the bar again.

Several waiters and a maitre'd walk briskly out of the kitchen. The move
to observer a space where are few tables. The maitre'd issues some
instructions to the waiters and they begin to move the wine racks in that
area off to the side as though making room for something.

Zach gestures with his bottle. "Well I've been hearing that you are an
extremely strict teacher, and that your classes tend to erupt into heated
discussions. Some people might take a less...er...passionate interest in
the stuff."

Lucian shakes his head. "Truly, such is a shame." He glances towards the
waiters with a small frown. "I ask a certain degree of... engagement, from
my students. At least, I ask such from those in the courses I choose to
teach."

Once the area is cleared, two more waiters carry a table from the kitchen
to the newly-opened space. And yet two more waiters follow behind them,
bringing a total of four chairs to the table. Now there are a gaggle of
waiters near that spot. Or is it a murder of waiters?

Zach looks curiously over to the crowd of waiters. "I wonder what that's
all about.." 

Duke finally must give some kind of benediction or end to the 'audience',
as his tableguest leaves, leaving the old man alone to his club soda and
his canned jazz music.

You paged Duke with 'How would you say you are seated compared to our
table?'.

Lucian frowns at the murder of waiters. "Quite," he says, glancing towards
Zach briefly, then looking towards the door, measuring steps with his
eyes.

Duke pages: Honestly, I'm assuming there's more than 10 tables and we're
just at the 'important' onces, so I dunno.

Zach looks back at Lucian with a small smile. "You seem kinda restless,
pro. Kids giving you a hard time?"

You paged Duke with 'Right. :)'.

Lucian shakes his head. "Nu, nu. Why do you ask?" He looks at Zach
suspiciously.

Finally the waiters disband, going about their regularly scheduled duties,
leaving a single black sign with silver letters on the table: RESERVED

Zach chuckles. "Oh no reasin really, you just seem....restless. Kinda
fidgety without actually fidgeting y'know."

Duke finishes his club soda and sets the glass down. Fragments of ice
malinger and melt on the bottom of it, as he pushes it gently to one side.

Zach drinks his beer and glances once again curiously at the new table.

"Perhaps I have had too much coffee," Lucian remarks with a shrug. He
forcibly calms down, and glances towards the table again, scanning about.

A single, tall, black-suited man enters the restaurant, let immediately
through the greeters. He makes his way slowly toward the table, very
watchfully eyeing people as he passes them.

Zach nods and smiles wanly. "Yeah, that might be it. Mebbe you should
switch to decaf." He grimaces and wrinkles his nose.

Duke, his 'interview' concluded, does start to give some notice to the new
table. After a moment, however, he simply rises.

Lucian raises an eyebrow. "Not a fan of coffee, Mister Ellis?"

Zach chuckles and looks around the room. "I love coffe. The real,
newground good stuff. Now decaf - that's just pure Evil." He notices Duke
and raises his bottle in a salute.

Lucian glances in the direction of Zach's salute. With a small chuckle, he
raises his own coffee cup in matching salute. "I would argue with you,
Mister Ellis - but I fear we are in agreement on that point."

Duke stands and leaves Table 3.

Duke starts to make his way through the crowd towards the bar counter.

Zach makes a mock show of being horrified. "Well shit. Ain't that a bitch
now. We actually agree on something!"

"Stranger things have happened," Lucian says blandly.

Duke engages in a few moments of quiet discussion with the bartender.

Zach snorts and shakes his head. "Indeed they have, mister professor.
Indeed they have," he says softly, gazing intently at Lucian.

You paged Lucian with 'Resonate'.

AutoJudge:  Zach rolls: 6 + 3 = 9 . Check die: 3

You paged Lucian with 'Fail'.

Several minutes after the first suited man enters, another, similarly
dressed man enters. He's walking to the side and slightly behind a
teenaged male whose face is plastered across the walls of more teenage
girls' bedrooms than Elvis would have dreamed of being. The man leads the
kid over to the reserved table to sit.

Jerzy has arrived.

Duke, having just completed a quiet conversation to one side of the bar,
with one of the bar staff, nods politely to the other man and starts to
take his leave.

Duke makes his way for the door, moving through the swelling post-work
crowd.

Zach looks curiously at the entourage entering the club. He mutters
something to Lucian.

Jerzy sits down at the table, almost rather nervously. For someone who's
accustomed to the limelight, he sure seems a little skittish. One of the
two suited men says something quietly to Jerzy, and the kid smiles at him
and nods his head.

At your table, Zach says "Woah, lookie here. A popstar or something.."

Golden blond hair falls just so, caressing the tall young man's face. His
eyes are the color of a lightening bolt, his face strong and beautiful,
but most definitely male. Slightly pronounced cheekbones give him a bit of
an aristocratic air, but the lopsided smile that so often lingers on his
full lips sends that air plumeting back down. Slightly arched eyebrows and
a wealth of thick golden eyelashes enhance his eyes naturally, the frame
for a masterpiece. Just a trace of softness about the jaw indicates that
the young man is still in his teens, and not fully matured.

The kid's wearing a short-sleeved, button-up shirt worn untucked from his
pants. The shirt is a light olive green with darker green vertical and
horizontal lines. His pants are tan khakis with cargo pockets on the legs.
They're just one size too large for the kid and are held to his slender
waist with an olive green belt. His shoes are black Docs worn under the
pant legs. They look new and unscuffed. Under his hair can be seen a
single silver hoop earring in each lobe.

At your table, Lucian raises an eyebrow. "Quite."

Zach lifts his beerbottle in a small salute to Jerzy and smiles to him,
before draining the bottle.

Duke steps outside.

Zach straightens up a bit on his chair and signals to a water to get him
another beer.

At your table, Lucian raises an eyebrow and looks Jerzy over, before
shrugging, artfully. "At the least, it proves an interesting shift to the
evening," he murmurs.

Zach mutters to Lucian, "Yeah,... another..."

You whisper "Yeah, sure does. You want another coffe, pro?" to Lucian.

Zach grins to his tablemate.

Lucian nods, slowly, eyeing his tablemate with what can only be called
suspicion.

A waiter comes over and takes their orders. Bottlebeer for the
leatherpanted dude, coffee for the Gentleman.

Two waiters come to the table to tend to Jerzy and his two escorts. He
seems quite congenial with them, being very courteous and polite.

Zach beams to his tablemate, quite unabashed by the suspicious look.

Club sodas for the MiBs and iced tea for Jerzy. The second MiB, the one
who walked in with Jerzy, seems to be on friendlier terms with the kid.
They talk about the menu choices.

Zach mutters to Lucian, "... dude...er professor.... like... gonna...
drug, right?"

You whisper "Don't worry dude...er professor. It's not like I'm gonna
poison you. ALthough... Caffeine /is/ a drug, right?" to Lucian.

Zach mutters to Lucian, "... I... gotten... the... get the..."

You whisper "Maybe I should have gotten you cocoa, if the caffeine is
making you twitcy? I could get the waiter back here?" to Lucian.

Lucian frowns slightly. "Nu," he says, quite clearly, with a firm shake of
his head.

Zach smiles and shrugs. "Okiedokie."

The waiter doesn't tarry long before he returns to the Gentleman and the
dude with beer and coffe. He places the beverages before them on the table
and scoots off, throwing a glance over at the kid.

The other MiB, the first one to enter, excuses himself and heads out the
front door of the restaurant, leaving Jerzy with the second man. The MiB
orders a Caesar salad. Jerzy gets a tuna steak with pecan-encrusted heart
of palm.

Lucian raises an eyebrow, and mutters to his tablemate.

Lucian whispers "The child has expensive tastes."

Zach glances over to the newcomer again and nods to Lucian as he answers.

Zach mutters to Lucian, "... say. I have... face... think..."

You whisper "Yeah I'll say. I have seen that face somewhere though. I
think he's famous." to Lucian.

Jerzy actually offers a friendly smile when Zach looks over. He seems
unphased by the attention, like he's used to it.

Zach smiles back to the kid, his eyes warm and somewhat mischiveous.

There's something about Zach expression that gives Jerzy a moment of
pause, studying him. Then he turns his head to look at his tablemate,
listening politely to some question being asked.

Lucian taps his jaw slightly as he studies the boy, then snaps his
fingers, a smile forming.

Lucian mutters to Zach, "... have seen... face before.... The... sort."

Lucian whispers "Ah! I have seen his face before. Television. The boy is a
musician of some sort."

Zach stratches his long legs comfortably and fingers his bottle
considering his tablemates words. He frowns slightly as if concentrating
hard, then nods to the Gentleman.

Zach mutters to Lucian, "... You're... young... into... after some family
tragedy, I think. Now... his name..."

You whisper "Oh yeah! You're right. He's that young dude that went into
hiding after some family tragedy, I think. Now what wass his name
again..." to Lucian.

<OOC> Zach says, "Int check"

AutoJudge:  Zach rolls: 1 + 1 = 2 . Check die: 4

<OOC> Zach says, "Woah! :)"

<OOC> Lucian says, "Sweeeeet."

Zach taps his bottle and bites his lower lip, then brightens and says
something to his tablemate.

Zach mutters to Lucian, "He's Jerzy... kid!"

You whisper "He's Jerzy Holland. Gray Holland's kid!" to Lucian.

Two waiters bring out the plates for Jerzy and his tablemate. WIth a very
friendly smile, he thanks them both then sets about to eating his food not
like a celebrity, but like a teenage boy: ravenously.

Lucian closes his eyes and shakes his head at the young man's ravening
hunger, and continues to speak quietly to his table mate.

Lucian mutters to Zach, "... the... of... refinement."

Lucian whispers "Alas, for the end of culture and refinement."

Zach blinks at Lucian and then starts to chuckle helplessly, his shoulders
shaking with mirth. "Aw come /on/!"

Lucian looks sidelong at Zach with a roll of his eyes. "What would /you/
know, /mechanic/?"

Zach chuckles even more, trying hard to not break out in guffaws. "What
would...heehee.../I/ know?" *chortle* "I know a healthy, growing kid when
I see one!"

Lucian rolls his eyes, and shakes his head in apparent dismay.

Suddenly a very anxious girl, perhaps 12 or 13 years old, being gently
encouraged by a woman standing behind her who could be her mother,
approaches the table where Jerzy and the MiB are eating. She has a napkin
in her hand. As simultaneously terrified and excited as a girl can be, she
asks Jerzy if he would sign her napkin.

Lucian raises his eyebrow, and snorts. "Bothersome little child," he says
sternly. Perhaps Lucian has certain lack-of-understanding issues with the
under-20 set.

Zach manages to control his mirth more and winks to Lucian. "Oh come on,
pro. You don't seriously mean that kids should tiptoe around acting like
copies of grown ups? Yaknow they kinda stopped thinking like that like a
hundred and fifty years ago!"

"They had some good ideas, then," Lucian replies calmly. "At least this
one has an adult monitoring it."

The MiB at the table with Jerzy reflexively reaches into the inside pocket
of his suit jacket and produces a black Sharpie(tm). Looks like this
happens pretty often.  It becomes obvious why Jerzy is so good at what he
does. He focuses on that young girl like she was the only person on the
entire Earth, he makes her the complete center of his attention for those
few minutes. She smiles and flushes bright red as Jerzy talks to her like
they were friends. Finally, Jerzy takes the marker and writes something
elaborate on the a copy of the menu and gives it the kid. After a few
minutes, the mother starts to lead the child away so Jerzy and his
companion can finish their meals. Looking back at Jerzy, the mother
silently mouths "Thank you" to him. He smiles at her genuinely.

If Lucian grimaced before, now he looks genuinely disgusted. He takes a
long swallow of coffee, as if to cleanse his mouth of a bad taste.

Zach smiles widely at the sight of the excited girl and her napkin. "Oh
have a heart, man. The kid just had the time of her life. You really
should get out more..."

"At least she showed proper respect," Lucian grumbles.

Although Jerzy's guardian for the evening seems rather nonplussed, Jerzy
has a little bit more pep to his movements as he digs heartily into his
meal.

Zach downs some more of his beer and keeps grinning at the grumpy
professor.

Zach mutters to Lucian, "... hero that... would... been... really... to
meet?"

You whisper "Have you never had a hero that you would have been really,
really excited to meet?" to Lucian.

Lucian glowers at Zach and says nothing, perhaps conceding the point.

Zach shifts on his chair and smiles to his tablemate. "Hit a spot there,
yeah? Come on admit it. That /was/ a sweet scene."

Lucian keeps up the stern look, and mutters something under his breath.

Lucian mutters to Zach, "MY... did more... sing a... song."

Lucian whispers "MY heroes did more than merely sing a pretty song."

Zach mutters to Lucian, "... child?" You whisper "Even when you were a
child?" to Lucian.

Lucian mutters to Zach.

Lucian whispers "Even then."

Zach shrugs. "So? From what I've heard the dude's gonna get into charity
and use his influence to help people. That ain't such a bad hero by any
standards."

Lucian rolls his eyes. "Coddling the weak," he dismisses it.

Jerzy and his guardian don't seem to have any more disturbances (other
than the fawning wait staff) for the rest of their meal. Once they've
finished, the adult pays for the meal with a credit card.

Zach looks exasperatedly at Lucian. "Man you are a gloomy dude! Being
generous and giving people a second chance ain't coddling."

Zach leans foreward on the table and lowers his voice.

Zach mutters to Lucian, "And you know..."

You whisper "And you know it." to Lucian.

Lucian looks at Zach, and shrugs. "Believe what you will, Mister Ellis."

Zach sighs and shakes his head. "I'm thinkin' doobies. Big ones..."

Lucian arches an eyebrow. "Doobies?"

Jerzy takes turn shaking the hand of each member of the wait staff, signs
some napkins for a few of them, and even poses for a picture with the
manager. All this he does with complete grace, showing not even a trace of
irritation. When the affair is done, he heads out.

"Doobies," Zach confirms.

"What, pray do tell," Lucian says with a slightly baffled look, "Is a
doobie?"

Zach smiles and waves to the kid.

Jerzy steps outside.

Zach chuckles. "A doobie, my dear professor, is a small miracle. It's an
item made out of hacked-up leaves of a plant rolled into some very thin
paper in a slightly conical form. You light up the wide end and draw in
air through the thin end. And woosh... Happiness ensues."

Lucian blinks, slowly, at Zach. He blinks several more times, and then
chuckles. He bites his lip to keep from saying something, but it's clear
that SOMETHING amuses him terribly.

Zach leans back on his chair, stretches his legs and downs the last of his
beer.

"Then have yourself a... doobie," Lucian says with a shake of his head.

Zach considers this. "Actually - I was more like thing that you might
benefit from a few of those." He grins. "Of course there were also the
Doobie Brothers, but /they/ were some sort of sixties boyband... OR was it
fifties.."

From afar, Lucian laughs hysterically. You're trying to get the Balseraph
stoned?? :p

You paged Lucian with 'Damn straight!!! :) :)'.

Lucian pages: That's just... so very wrong, on so many levels.

"You are... offering ME... a doobie?" Lucian blinks, perhaps baffled by
the offer.

You paged Lucian with 'No it's not! :)'.

Zach beams at Lucian. "See this is why /you/ are a professor and I'm not.
You catch on very quickly indeed. It's pure herbal bliss I tell ya, and if
you haven't tried one you really haven't lived."

Bafflement doesn't even begin to describe this. "I suspect I have lived
quite sufficiently," he says, guardedly.

Zach smiles a genuine smile over the table. "SO you /are/ familiar with
doobies then?" he asks innocently.

"I am familiar with a wide variety of things, Mister Ellis," Lucian
replies, looking at Zach with what might be approaching exasperation.

You say, "Well then, professor. Will you have a doobie then?"

Lucian shakes his head and raises a hand to demur. "Nu," he declines.

Zach chuckles and puts his empty beerbottle over to the side. "You sure?
It ain't gonna hurt you yaknow. The offer stands."

Lucian shakes his hand. "I must decline."

Zach shurgs. "Oh well. Anytime."

Lucian frowns, thoughtfully. "You know, Mister Ellis, perhaps your idea is
not so bad after all." Whoah! 180-degree spin for the Professor! Danger,
Will Robinson!

Zach lights up in a great, beaming smile. "We can putter off to the
duckpond in Huron Park right now if you like?"

Lucian frowns, perhaps a bit concerned. "Is that not a bit, ahm...
public?"

<OOC> Zach says, "You just gotta love bals:)"

<OOC> Lucian says, "Afterwards, perhaps, I'll explain Lucian's bizarre
reasoning... :p"

Zach nods. "That's the beauty of it. It's too public for anyone to belive
yer actually smoking weed. But if you'd rather be more 'hidden' I guess we
could go somewhere more private."

"I believe somewhere more private would be in order, da," Lucian says with
an emphatic nod.

Zach crincles a smile. "Okay. Hm... Where to go.. There are secluded spots
in a few of the parks in town. And the open air makes the smoke and smell
go away.."

Lucian nods, slowly. "Someplace properly secluded would be in order."

You say, "Right. Let's go to Huron Park then. I know that place well."

Roger enters from the street.

Lucian nods, slowly. "Very well..." He rises from his table.

Zach smiles and raises too. "Lets mosey over."

Roger steps into the Club, glancing around as if looking for someone.

Lucian and Zach are just rising from a table and seem to be ready to leave
the club together. Zach is smiling, Lucian seems a bit more reserved.

Roger spots Zach and Lucian as they stand and makes his way over to them.
"Evening folks."

<OOC> Lucian says, "Oops. I gotta run -- I've been told dinner's ready.
Shall we continue this another time?"

<OOC> Zach says, "Yeah, this has promise of much fun and general
wrongness:)"

Lucian pages: Either that, or, as Lucian suspects, this is all an evil
ploy to lure each other into a secluded place so they can thwomp each
other. :p

Lucian nods to Zach. "I shall meet you there, later," Lucian says with a
small frown. As he heads towards the door, he smiles at Roger. "Good
evening, Lieutenant. Always good to see a man at leisure from a thankless
job, nu?" He smiles broadly - perhaps too broadly - and makes his way out
the door.

You paged Lucian with 'No! I wanna see the professor stoned out of his
brains not stomped out of his brains:)'.

Lucian has left.

Lucian pages: See, we have different plots.

Roger watches Lucian leaving looking a bit distracted.

Zach ambles over to Roger and smiles like a million dollars. "Hey dude!"

Roger glances over at Zach and smiles slightly "Hey, hows it going?

Zach grins even broader, devils dancing in his eyes. "Oh it's going swell!
Wanna take a walk with me? I'm heading for the park."

Roger raises an eyebrow at Zach's clear pleasure in something "Sure, just
as long as you tell me what's got you so worked up."

Zach chuckles and leads on out of the club.

[They head for Huron Park]
	
You walk into the park.

Huron Park

cat enters the park.

Roger sticks his hands in his pockets as he walks, looking somewhat
troubled

Cat just looked at you.

cat sneaks along in the bushes. Just a stray.

Roger glances over at the cat and smiles slightly "Hey there kitty."

cat meows.

Zach glances over and notices the cat too. He psspsspsses to it.

A little gray-tabby cat, carrying a kitten.

cat says, "fft!"

Zach chuckles. "Hey that's a feisly little missy."

cat swivels her ears, hearing the sound of a can-opener from... elsewhere.

cat heads out of the park.

Roger looks over at Zach "So....what's up?

Zach gazes closely at Roger. "Hm. Maybe that should be /my/ quiestion..
You look troubled?"

AutoJudge:  Zach rolls: 5 + 1 = 6 . Check die: 4 

<OOC> Zach says, "Effing finally!!"

<OOC> Roger laughs

<OOC> Roger says, "what do you get for a cd 4?"

You paged Roger with 'Being within 1 yard of each other pushes CD up one
notch. Gimme CD 5 virtues, honey! :)'.

<OOC> Zach dances a happydance! :)

<OOC> Roger says, "is this greatest virtue and worst vice ever in his
life?"

You paged Roger with 'most and least noble act last week, 3 most and lead
noble acts last year, greatest and worst act ever. Yes. :)'.

Roger pages: ok least noble act for the week: getting Duke pissed at him
for adressing him as an angel. Most noble: helping a troubled teen get
counciling. Least nobles act for the year: Sleeping with Traci, getting
pissed that Roxanne hasn't called him and failing to break up an illeagal
fighting club. Most noble: Signing up as a Solider, helping start a teen
center in his troubled neighborhood and spending time with his family.
Most noble thing ever: Signing up as a Soilder, most unnoble: Sleeping
with Traci.

Zach lifts an eyebrow and then chuckles a bit.

Roger frowns at him "What's so funny?"

Zach ambles over to a secluded spot with a bench they can sit on. "Your
long face, Roge. You been annoying old Duke, have you?"

Roger sits down and nods "Yeah, he gave me a long lecture last night.
Look, both you and Hachilah have been fairly open. I though he would be
too."

Zach smiles. "Most of us are pretty careful and tightlipped actually.
Especially those that are deeply entrenched in their role down here. I

You say, "I'm sorry. I should have remembered to tell you..."

Roger makes a face "Yeah, that's something you really should have
mentioned. Haven't you done this befor?

Zach grins. "If it's any comfort, he yelled at me too when I first came to
town. I was being overenthusiastic and not at all subtle. And I serve the
Wind. I /like/ a bit of ruckus!"

Roger smiles slightly "He did say that he was going to have *words* with
you about not mentioning that most angels like to be subtle."

Zach groans and makes a face. "Outch.. I'm up for a chewing-out by the old
dude. Man.."

Roger's grin gets bigger "Wouldn;t mind being a fly on the wall for that
one."

You say, "Aw hell! I bet you wouldn't!"

Zach sighs and kicks a small stone.

Roger pats his shoulder "One more thing, probably more important...."

Zach grumbles a bit and looks at Roger with some trepidation.

You say, "What?"

Roger's worried look has returned "It's about Hachilah...I'm not sure if
she's well."

Zach stiffens. "What? How? When?"

Roger says, "It was a few days ago. We were out talking when she started
acting all arrogant, saying that Angels were superior to humans, mentally,
physically and spiritually."  Roger frowns "Then she burst into tears and
saying that she didn't know what was happening to her and ran away.""

Zach looks aghast. "She did what? But that ain't her at all! She /loves/
people..humans....everybody. Oh holy shit in a handbasket!" He jumps up
and starts pacing. "Did she say anything else? Do anyting? Did you notice
anything more?"

Roger thinks for a minute "She was talking to Lucian just a little while
before all this happened. Like half an hour before."

Zach stops dead and clenches his fits. With much feeling he utters one
word: "Fuck!"

Roger looks confused "What? What's the matter?"

Zach sighs heavily continues his pacing. "This ain't good. At all."

Roger leans back on the bench "Well, ok Hachilah's acting a bit odd but
well, people do that."

Zach shakes his head. "Not like that. Hachi is odd by many standards,
but..." He stops pacing and sits down. "That Lucian is bad news, but I'm
working on it."

Roger leans forward "Bad news in what way? He's kinda standoffish but so?"

Zach mutters very, very quietly. "He's also kinda demonic."

Roger eyebrows shoot up "You're kidding me?"

Zach shakes his head. "No I most certainly am not."

Roger simply stares at him "But..but I just saw you talking to him. Why
would you do that if he's a demon?

Zach smiles sadly. "For Hachi's sake actually. I'm trying to work an angle
on him, although I don't have much hope. It'll end up bloody I think."

Roger runs his hands over his face "Ok, what sort of demon is he?"

Zach frowns and grumbles. "Worst kind. A balseraph. The antithesis of the
seraph. A Liar."

Roger nods "And who does he work for?

Zach shrugs. "That I don't know. I have theories, but.. He's a bal. He
could be working for anyone."

Roger looks down at the ground frowning "Remind me what Balseraph's can do
again"

Zach grits his teeth. "They can drag you into their own little world of
thought and make you belive /anything/ they say. And I mean /really/
belive."

Roger says, "So could they make me belive that the sky was mauve...that
was what Lucian was trying to do to Hachi. He wanted her to say that the
sky was a different color.""

Zach swears again, rather inventivly. "Yes, they can do that."

Roger scowls "Ok, so what's your plan for this guy? Do you think he's
working with Traci?

Zach hmms. "He doesn't seem much of a Lusty to me, but... He might be
Factions, he certainly likes to stir fights. Never been up against
Factions before, though so I'm far from sure. As for my plan. If he shows
up here tonight the plan is to get him well and truly stoned and talk with
him. If that fails, I kill him."

Roger chokes slightly "Stoned? How are you going to do that?"

Zach flashes a grin to Roger. "How do you think, Roge? I'm going to give
him a big ol' doobie to smoke!"

Roger sputters a bit, clearly a bit shocked at the plan "But but, will he
smoke it?"

Zach smiles and chuckles at Roger's extremely expressive face. "Yes I hope
so. He has agreed to come and share a few doobies with yours truly."

Roger groans "Well I guess it's in a good cause and I can turn a blind
eye."

Zach pats Roger's shoulder. "That's the spirit, man!" He grins wickedly.

Roger sighs "What do you expect him to tell you?

Zach shrugs and says honestly: "I have absolutely no idea, Roge."

Roger admits "I guess it could be kinda interesting. How did you talk him
into it?"

Zach laughs a little. "I suppose I just surprised the shit out of him.
First he declined and then he changed his mind again. he is probably both
curious and suspicious as hell. He quite probably knows or suspects that
I'm from Upstairs."

Roger chuckles "How did you find out what he was?

You say, "I looked him in the eye and asked the Symphony. It told me loud
and clear exactly what a sinkhole of selfishness that one is."

Roger sounds curious "What exactly did it tell you?

You say, "That he is a bal."

Roger nods "What were his dishonorable deeds?

Zach looks curiously at Roger. "How do you mean? His standards or mine?"

Roger frowns "Does it make a difference?"

Zach clears his throat and stares at Roger. "/Yes/."

Roger blinks "Alright, by your standards."

Zach thinks for a moment. "He's been trying to make an angel Fall and he's
plotting to hurt the College in town seriously."

Roger nods slowly "Do you think that the angel could be Hachilah?"

Zach nods reluctantly. "After what you told me, I would have to say yes..."

Roger sighs "Why pick on Hachilah I wonder? Is it because she's a Seraph?

You say, "Could be. She's extremely young and inexperienced. They met
several months ago, and I fear that she stood out like a sore thumb. He
probably had her number right away."

Roger makes a face "Yeah, I can see that. What do you think is her
problem?

You say, "Eh?"

Roger says, "err Hachilah's. Why do you think she started ranting about
humans and stuff?"

Zach sighs and his eyes grow dark with worry and restrained anger. "It may
be stuff he planted in her mind."

Roger bites his lip "What sort of stuff?

You say, "The belief that humans are lesser than angels on all accounts."

Roger makes a face "Oh, great. Just great." He falls quiet for a few
minute and then says slowly "What are we going to do about Traci?"

Zach sighs. "Mind you, there are plenty of angels who think like that.
Only they accept God's orders and do as they are told. Lucifer and his
rebels did not." He stretches out his legs. "Traci. Yes... Do you know if
Hacilhah has spoken with her?"

Roger shakes his head "Not to my knowlage at least."

You say, "We did promise to let Hachi have a go at her first. But if Hachi
has had a brainjob by a bal..."

Roger hesitates "Well maybe you should talk to her first youknow. She did
say she wanted to talk to you."

Zach turns and looks at Roger. "Hachilah? Yeah, but... Aw Hell! I am so
not fit to make big plans. I'll just find her, ask if she wants to redeem
and if not - splat!"

Zach grumbles. "But I did promise..."

Roger nods "Talk to Hachilah first. Try to find out what's wrong with
her."

You say, "I will. Definitely. And I will not break my promise unless Traci
gives me no other choice."

<OOC> Roger needs to take off for dinner. Be back in a while!
[Public] Roger waves "Later all!
<OOC> Roger waves!
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