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[OPEN] + [NETWORK] Be Not Afraid...
"Most curious..."
Philemon's Servant elucidated the nature of the place she now stood in; a nexus between dreams and reality, mind and matter who's surroundings changed shape to accommodate those who passed through. She was sure she wouldn't even be allowed to enter such a place, seeing as she lost her Wild Card status when Yaldabaoth forced divinity on her, but the Velvet Room's Master seemed to think otherwise, explaining that even non-Wild Card users even found themselves here.
It was easier to accept this than most others would think. But she was now a Messenger without a message to convey, and no desire to do so again for no-one but herself. She was Zadkiel, patron of Mercy and Forgiveness, but she was also still Gogo Akechi, someone who valued free-will and found irony in her new station. And that had only gotten stronger, despite her changes.
So, she decided to exercise the right of all those under heaven, and explore this pocket of between-reality.
[OPTION 1]
You stumble across a most curious sight; a woman, clad in silks and gold armor, and a massive pair of white wings. Despite how much this person stands out, it seems like none of the cognitive patrons think it's strange. She is a stoic monolith, and she's...listening to the music of Jazz Jin, sipping a rainbow coloured mocktail. A mundane action, contrasted by her appearance, and the chipped, broken spear she has leaned against the chair next to her.
Do you approach?
[OPTION 2 - Network]
A message one day appears on the Network;
Philemon's Servant elucidated the nature of the place she now stood in; a nexus between dreams and reality, mind and matter who's surroundings changed shape to accommodate those who passed through. She was sure she wouldn't even be allowed to enter such a place, seeing as she lost her Wild Card status when Yaldabaoth forced divinity on her, but the Velvet Room's Master seemed to think otherwise, explaining that even non-Wild Card users even found themselves here.
It was easier to accept this than most others would think. But she was now a Messenger without a message to convey, and no desire to do so again for no-one but herself. She was Zadkiel, patron of Mercy and Forgiveness, but she was also still Gogo Akechi, someone who valued free-will and found irony in her new station. And that had only gotten stronger, despite her changes.
So, she decided to exercise the right of all those under heaven, and explore this pocket of between-reality.
[OPTION 1]
You stumble across a most curious sight; a woman, clad in silks and gold armor, and a massive pair of white wings. Despite how much this person stands out, it seems like none of the cognitive patrons think it's strange. She is a stoic monolith, and she's...listening to the music of Jazz Jin, sipping a rainbow coloured mocktail. A mundane action, contrasted by her appearance, and the chipped, broken spear she has leaned against the chair next to her.
Do you approach?
[OPTION 2 - Network]
A message one day appears on the Network;
{I wish to introduce myself to the Sons of Adam, Daughters of Eve and Children of God that have come to know this place; I am Zadkiel, and I preside over Forgiveness and Mercy. But I was not always so. I was once the Daughter of Eve known as Gogo Akechi. We fell under the sway of Yaldabaoth, who forced divinity on us, and if were not for Joker and his rebellious thieves granting mercy on me themselves, I would have died for certain.}
{I understand that various other Akechis have appeared here. I go by either Gogo Akechi, or Zadkiel, as both are true of me. That said, I know there is already a Gogo Akechi here, so it makes more sense to refer to me as the latter. Be not afraid to ask any questions of me.}
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His Royal Highness, the Prince Goro, son of Stolas of the Ars Goetia surveyed his demesne with a contemplative air, and without apparently noticing the angelic audience, turned his attention to the libations on offer.
He bore a not insignificant amount of demonic magic within him, and what was worse, the angelic mark of what could, to the trained observer, only be The Adversary. The blood of angels, too, stained his metaphorical hands, if one were possessed of the clairvoyance necessary to detect it. Toward what foul purpose this beacon of Infernal power could be working was, as of yet, a mystery.
"Cinderella and a program for whatever's performing tonight, please and thank you."
The voice of Goetic Royalty, lacking utterly in imperious venom, managed instead to convey the sort of quiet exhaustion that suggested its owner had no plans more nefarious than a quiet drink and some music for the evening, a feat of acting prowess which surely had to have deceived many an innocent. The truth lay in action. Watch closely how insidiously the enemy slouched onto a stool at the bar. Examine with care the way he contrived to rest the icy vessel of the complementary water against one temple, giving the affectation of one nursing a headache.
"Mind if I order takeout, of course you don't, you never do, Muhen would, but you're not him."
... Or perhaps His Highness really was merely tired and desirous of a quiet evening.
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Oh, he definitely looked unassuming; everything they did, from how they ordered their drink, to how they put on the affectation of an exhausted bar-goer gave this impression. But she'd been an Angel long enough to know that most Fallen Angels or Demons did not entertain coincidences or lucky guesses. He appeared in an area that her human self would frequent, but only when she was an Angel. And the forever war between Diabolical and Divine seemed to stretch into eternity. Zadkiel no longer wanted any part of that, but she had no faith that this Demon also felt similarly.
So, without hesitation, she picked up her Broken Spear and lobbed it directly at them. It was not her Holy Spear; it would not do permanent damage, but it would make a clear statement...
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He dove. It caught his shoulder rather than his chest, and a spray of black blood accompanied its impact in the unsuspecting cognition behind him.
It didn't burn like angelic steel, and that was a blessing, for lack of a better word- but he caught a glimpse of golden hair and white wings-
And that was enough.
He took the moment to roll behind the counter, dipped his fingers in the wound and called out. Invite conversation. Goad them. Get the self-righteous pricks talking and they'd give you room enough to prepare. "You know, it's the damnedest thing, I've been wondering for the better part of a year now why there wasn't backlash! Some kind of retaliation! But I never expected to run into it here! What's the story, I'm dying to know- dimensional analogue that got suckered into Yaldabaoth's game? Disgraced Exterminator out for blood? I'd be really interested to know if that was the case, incidentally, since that'd mean you followed me here- or did you not see the sign on the board and this is just another case of 'shoot the big scary demon bird because clearly-"
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The Demon was oddly verbose and sarcastic for such a powerful figure. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned the Broken Spear back to her hand, which would have reminded her past self of Space Wars, and grasped it firmly, pointing it in the other's direction: a threat, and a defence, all at once.
"Please, do not mock me by insinuating that I'd willingly do that odious deity's bidding any longer. I know he was not above even using the Demons he hated to rat out traitors. All good causes need malefactors, after all..."
Still, there was...something familiar about this Demon. Or, more like, there felt like there was a commonality between the two of them. But that would not stop her from protecting herself.
"Everyone on either side is quite lustful for the forever war going on, and I just want to live peacefully. I do not know your intentions, so I made the most logical course of action. Until I know otherwise, that is what I will always do. Surely, you understand, right?"
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"Oh, no, it'd be terrible if I inadvertently insulted you, maybe I should throw a fucking spear at you instead!" He rolled through the portal and came out with pistol in hand, aimed squarely for center of mass. Standing his ground. "So, angel, you tell me. I, for one, don't particularly enjoy war. Tried it, won it, good people still died. But if some self-righteous bitch is going to come here and start shit up again, you had better believe that you're going to find out every possible meaning of the phrase 'Mad as Hell'. In short: up to you."
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She was thrown for a loop; neither Yaldaboath's peons nor hell's minions would have kept the charade up for this long and it stayed her spear, even if only slightly. She drew it back to her side, making it clear that, at any point, it would be pointed at the demon again.
"I would say otherwise. I've had Yaldabaoth's servants eager to have Zadkiel, once the Daughter of Eve named Gogo Akechi, under his sway again. Not to mention, the demons that the God of Control has manipulated to harass me. Either that, or they can't resist doing in an Angel..."
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Those had been his thoughts. Along the way, they passed the filter of his brain, and instead what was given voice was:
"Zadkiel. Alright. Goro of the Ars Goetia. Nice to meet you, which is of course a bare-faced lie, but be careful with names around here, because they have power, and there's fae who live here. For convenience, I'll answer to Phoenix, and oh yes- I am not interested in doing any god's bidding, let alone Yaldabaoth's. You could have asked."
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Well, that most certainly explained her odd sense of association; this was another version of Akechi, like her: male, this time, and a demon to boot. Not to mention, if the rules of the Fae were real here, despite being fiction in her world, then she just gave him both of her names. She let out an unangelic-sounding expletive, dismissing her Broken Spear. She crossed her arms, glaring at the other.
"...and I all but guaranteed my undoing by giving you both of my names. It would be idiotic of me try and attack you further."
She was a fool, in more ways than one. History was wont to repeat itself, even here in the Velvet Room...
"I shan't apologise, as I believe I explained myself and my situation. But you have my word that I will not try to kill you again. I will also acknowledge my foolishness..."
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He drew in a breath. Held it, for a moment. And let it out. "How gracious of you. Truly, your generosity puts we lowly denizens of the lower planes in such a poor light. Now excuse me while I patch up my fucking shoulder and maybe find somewhere else to relax."
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"Oh, come the fuck on, you bird brain! I don't expect forgiveness, but I at least expect a distinct lack of hypocrisy!"
And there she was, a hand held on her hip, like she wasn't clad in angelic silks, like divine wings didn't sprout from her back.
Like she was a Daughter of Eve...
"Whatever... Leave. Like you wouldn't do the same in my situation. Ponder that while you fuck off and whine about it..."
She too, was an Akechi...
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It crept in like ice in his veins, the urge to don the hated and familiar mask, the smile that had so often been both sword and shield. He let it take him, let that poisonous honey coat his voice, knowing full well that she- being what she was- would recognize it. Because...
Because if he didn't. Then he was going to throttle her, with her wings and her stupid silks and her golden fucking hair- No. If he did that, then it'd be war. War in the Velvet Room, and everyone would be dragged in again. Because of him. He'd rather have pissed on his mother's grave. So instead- he smiled. "Point of order, Zadkiel, removing myself from a situation that's likely to inspire me to breathtaking violence is, in fact, exactly what you... didn't! Do. But it's alright. I forgive you. I'm probably going to vent a little bit to some of my friends, but that's natural and healthy, and after today, well. This... minor altercation isn't going to bother me at all. You're the one who's going to have to decide if it bothers you at all that you couldn't manage an apology for attempted murder. Would that have helped? I'm not sure. But I hear tell on very good authority that it starts... with 'sorry'."
He bowed, respectfully, opening a portal and backing through it. "Enjoy your evening~"
The portal closed.