[OPEN] + [NETWORK] Be Not Afraid...

[angel_of_mercy]

 "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;

{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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[herewardbound]

There was no real preternatural awareness or sixth sense- just an awareness of rapid movement that drew his attention back and a blur of motion that screamed weapon, WEAPON, SPEAR FLYING AT TORSO-

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-"