<> Daimon rolls the d666 and gets 2 3 CHECK: 3. <> Rorschach rolls the d666 and gets 2 2 CHECK: 1. Daimon sits on the Kobalite. Rorschach splats. Daimon should write up that Kobalite snippet. Hrm. Faber settles and wing-stretches with a soft sigh, and raises an eyebrow at the inkblot being sat on by a Lilim. Daimon grins in a "This Impudite? Nothing" sort of way. arcangel sits and admires Faber. Daimon ADMIRES Faber. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yep. Faber chuckles quietly and rests quietly, closing his eyes a bit and contemplating the architecture of a building in the City of Angels. (thinking over the Faber story worked out with Demi...) Daimon just stares at the black wings and grins. Daimon is a ball of hormones. Aron has disconnected. arcangel goes up behind Dai and gives him a shove in the Malakite's direction. Daimon stumbles off the inkblot and into the Malakite's direction. Ooof. Faber's eyes open as the Daimon oofs into him and he catches the Lilim with some grace. Daimon stumbles into Faber's arms. *flump* You say "Hi."" Daimon says "Hiya." Faber grins. Daimon(#545PVc) A young man with longish black hair and large grey eyes. He's wearing a HUG JUSTICE t-shirt, jeans, tennies, and a long leather jacket, the right pocket of which has been converted into a MouseHouse. He is wearing a gold cross on a gold chain around his neck. He has this distracted air about him, as he's probably Thinking again, you know how that goes. On his lapel is pinned a small black ribbon. Daimon grins right back. You say "Nice shirt." arcangel . o O (C'mon, c'mon, wrap those wings around Dai...) Daimon says "Um... thanks. Nice, er, wings, there." Faber's right wing stretches out as he turns to look at it, "Hrm. They're just wings. You like flying?" Faber(#674Pc) Quiet, dark, shaded with iron and shadow, black wings and eyes the color of new steel. He's wearing jeans, his wings, and five heavy chains, and that's about it. Daimon just melts like butter in a microwave. "Yeah...." Faber grins and one of those scarred hands lightly brushes Daimon's jawline and he's looking quietly at Daimon's mouth. Faber murmurs softly, "Probaby in more ways than one." Rorschach has disconnected. Daimon says "Um..." Daimon is all flustered and stuff. Faber raises an eyebrow at the uhm, quietly listening. Daimon says "I'm uh... hi! I'm Daimon." Faber grins, "Hi, I'm Faber. Glad to meet you." Daimon says "Uh, nice wings. They're very... nice. And black. Very black. Full of good wholesome blackness." Faber grins and wraps said wholesome blackness about Daimon and himself and hugs Daimon quietly, wings and arms, both. Faber's wings are the color of coal in the heart of a forging fire. Daimon just oooooooohs, and closes eyes, and wiggles closer into the hug where it's nice and toasty warm. Aron has connected. Daimon is a very happy Lilim. Faber mmms very softly, wings and arms tightening just a bit and then just holding quietly. arcangel . o O (Aron has been replaced by a more obliging Malakite of Creation...?) Daimon makes a whole bevy of Happy Lilim Noises (tm). (Recordings available on Nybbas Records in the Shal-Mari Recordtown Near You.) <> arcangel just cracks up. Faber listens contentedly, hands rubbing at the back of Daimon's neck, along his shoulders and back, slow kneading. He grins a bit at arcangel's thought. Daimon makes slightly different Happy Lilim Noises, as the tension is rubbed out of tight neck and shoulder muscles. <> Daimon says "Lilim make a whole set of cool noises! It's true!" Daimon cuddles and just looks totally happy. Faber whistles softly along some of the less-obvious melody lines of Daimon's sounds. Daimon . o O ( THIS is why we redeem, girls. ) Faber just wordlessly cuddles Daimon, quietly content himself. Daimon cuddles back, all blissed out and high on happies. arcangel . o O (Redeem for the Malakite cuddles, and the Seraph cuddles, and the Ofanite cuddles , and the Elohite cuddles and the Mercurian cuddles and the Kyriotate cuddles and the Cherub cuddles...) Faber chuckles. Daimon points out that Lilim are serious cuddle junkies. Daimon also points out that Demons are not usually cuddly. And if they are, it's because they want something. You say "True." Daimon says "An' sometimes Lilim just want to be cuddled to be cuddled, because it's warm and safe and happy. So you gotta go to angels, but angels will chop you into kibble. So.... there's only one way to solve _that_ problem." Faber kisses Daimon on the hair and nods quietly. Daimon ooooohs. "Although Eli solved it for me." Faber grins. "He's good at creative solutions." Daimon says "And I make icky kibble. I mean, you can't cuddle if you're dead." Faber chuckles. Faber scratches Daimon lightly along his back. Daimon says "And I'd rather cuddle for free, you know, to get cuddles back. So...." You say "That's much easier with an angel, yes." Daimon says "So I had no choice, you see!" Faber laughs! Daimon says "I'm not very good at being mean and nasty and drippy and oozy." Faber's voice is amused, "None?" You say "Ah." Daimon says "No choice at all." Faber looks Daimon's suit and coat up and down, "Yeah, definitely not the oozy type." Daimon says "Nope. It's all those Needs. You're walking along the street, and here's this kid, and she's homeless and she has no money and no food and no where to go. And you're passing along on the way to this expensive resturant with some friend, and you get a glimpse in her eye. Can you still keep going with that stack of $20s in your pocket, or can you do without a little bit?" Daimon says "You can either give the money away and make her do something later that's really nasty and evil, or you can give the money away and feel better about yourself. That's yer choice." You say "It is a choice, nonetheless, and some people make the other one." Ann has connected. Daimon cuddles more. "Not me. I'm nothing more then a big softie. I can't just go walking by. I mean, I've been there, and it's icky. So I have to give her cash, or give blood, or help change a tire, or do other stuff that people Need. Faber nods quietly and snugs Daimon. Daimon snuggles on back, thinking it's better to give then to receive. Faber nods at Daimon and grins, unwrapping from about the Lilim a bit to settle in one of the overstuffed armchairs with room for his wings. Daimon demonstrates, by giving cuddles! Daimon follows along. Mmmm... warm Malakite. Faber is, indeed, warm and wraps quietly about Daimon again. Daimon says "So I guess that's the Bright Lilim schtick, when I sit down and think about it." Faber nods. "Could be. To do what's Needed." You say "It's a unique way of going about the work of God and Heaven, but seems as valid as any of the others, perhaps more so as it speaks directly to the things that cause people to give up." Daimon says "Well, I dunno. No one seems to know, really, if that's how it works. I guess it is, and that's what I do. If I start getting sick, I'll know it's not right." Faber nods. Daimon says "And then somehow I'll have to figure out what is right. I suppose I'll figure it out eventually. But in the mean time, I don't want to screw up, and I seriously dig the cuddling." Faber smiles and snugs and thinks, "Hrm. Askin' seems the right way to figure out if somethin' gonna be a screw-up. Sometimes the rocky bit's believein' the answer." Daimon says "Well, I gotta ask people what's up. Because it's alot of learning." Faber nods. You say "S'lot to catch up on." Daimon says "I'm young. I've got plenty of time." Faber nods. "Good." Pat has connected. Daimon snuggles in. <> arcangel greets Pat! Faber snugs quietly and waves a hi to Pat. Daimon eyes the Elohite who just showed up, because Elohites ruin all the good fun,. Pat says "We do not." Faber chuckles. Daimon tells Faber, "He does. He's a mean old judgmenter." arcangel . o O (Isn't he also Dai's partner?) Daimon . o O ( YEP! He is!! ) You say "Ah. Judgement, that would be more likely to ruin fun than simply being of the balanced Choir." Daimon hrms. "Pat's okay. He's kinda stiffnecked about some things, but he can be pretty cool when he tries." Rorschach has connected. Faber mmmm's at Daimon and looks Pat over a little curiously. Pat looks Faber over in return. <> Faber laughs and is going to have to come up with stats, someday... Daimon cuddles with Faber, cause he's a Malakite and cool and well... <> Rorschach says "Howdy." <> Daimon says "Hey, Ink Blot." <> Faber says "Hi hi." <> Rorschach wavies. "How come you're not a puddle of drool, Dai?" <> Faber grins, "'Cause he's being cuddled." <> arcangel says "Faber's been cuddling, and talking." <> Rorschach says "Woo!" Rorschach sits down at Table 1. <> Daimon turned into a puddle of cuddle. Faber marvels just a bit at a part of Freedom choosing to follow the lonely Wanderer's way, is all, and choosing beat up old iron to snuggle up to. Daimon is just a very very small part of Freedom. "Besides, there's far more freedom in Heaven then there ever will be in the rat race of Hell. Especially among Creation." Faber chuckles quietly, "True. Compared to Hell there's more Freedom for most in Heaven. Though there are a few that would limit it, put bounds on it." He shrugs quietly, wings and shoulders, "But, yes, that is a primary truth, in that there are more chances to choose." Daimon says "Or you just get tired of it. There's alot of effort that goes into keeping your head above water in Hell. And if you slack off, you drown. They drown you in slime. And I just got... tired." Faber nods quietly and snugs at that. Daimon snuggles up. "I don't want to do that anymore. I just want to be me." Faber murmurs quietly, eyes half-lidded, "Strings cut now / She falls skinning knees on edged / two-fold choice." Daimon stays snuggled. "I'm happy with my choice, though. It was the right one." Faber nods. Faber's wings stay firmly wrapped about Daimon, "It's sounded more brutal than you'd hoped, though, in spots." Daimon says "It's better to be in the land of love then in the land of selfishness. Even if I won't ever be anything important there." Faber chuckles quietly. You say "You've probably been yakked at before, but, doll, everyone's important in Heaven." You say "Everyone." Daimon says "I hope so. I just wanna be happy." <> Arcangel rolls the d666 and gets 3 2 CHECK: 6. <> arcangel resistes Pat's resonance. <> Pat mutters. Faber frowns quietly for a bit at that, "Sometimes I wonder if happiness is over-rated." <> Faber eyes Pat. Faber laughs quietly, "But that may just be because I'm envious of those that are always happy." Daimon says "I'm working on it. It's my ultimate goal - to be happy." Daimon says "Right now, I'll settle for content." Pat's ears perk at the mention of Envy. Faber nods quietly, listening and snugs Daimon quietly, wings wrapped snugly, "Well, I am that at the moment." Faber hrms at Pat, "Am I actually in the thralls of Envy, or just grumpy about getting beat up, killed by the angel I love most, or captured and messed with to an inch of my Vessel's lives all the time?" <> arcangel sits and giggles. "But you look so scrumptious when that happens?" "Grumpy," Pat comments, "Is not sin. So you tell me." Faber meets Pat eyes squarely. You say "I don't look, much, at my innards." Daimon falls quiet and content and back to making happy lilim noises. Nothing like being cuddled by a malakite. _Nothing_. Pat says "No?" <> Faber grins at arcangel, "Especially when hung from a wall in one of Andre's pleasure spots?" Faber shakes his head quietly. <> Daimon says "Because they're glorious and beautiful and they beat the living crap out of the badguys who hurt good people." <> arcangel says "YUM!" <> Daimon says "It's especially good when you're a little weenie Lilim who just wants to be Needed." Pat says "May I ask why not?" You say "Haven't much need to." You say "There's just too much reality that I get ta Deal with to bother much with internal housekeeping." Pat says "I see." <> Daimon needs to go. Will stay cuddled on Faber. Will be back. <> Faber watches the Malakite and Elohim completely miss. Faber snugs Daimon quietly. <> Faber waves. Daimon has disconnected. <> Pat smooches! <> Pat misses! <> Faber laughs! Ann waves. <> Faber hugs Pat and eyes this part of the character that hadn't been there before, or at least not explored. <> arcangel grins. Ann pounce on Faber. "Hi! I'm Zebina. Wanna dance?" (well, no, not really.) Faber oofs. You say "I love dancing." <> arcangel chuckles. "Ofanite luv. Makes you dizzy." Pat lifts an eyebrow. Faber lifts an eyebrow in answer, eyes bland. <> arcangel thinks that Judgmenters and Creationer Malakim just Don't Get Along. <> Faber gets along just fine! <> Faber says "Just usually on my own." <> arcangel says "With Judgmenters, Faber?" <> Faber laughs quietly and thinks, "Depends on what they ask, I think." <> Pat thinks Judgmenters wouldn't be nearly so bad if people just answered questions. :) <> Pat says "I mean, do you have something to hide?" <> Faber says "If it's 'Where's Eli?' it's easy, I just shrug and say, "Don't know."" <> Faber says "Nope." <> arcangel can see Pat's point, yes... <> Rorschach has many things to hide from Judgment. <> Pat says "You're also a demon." <> Faber has nothing to hide from Judgement. <> arcangel says "Rory, you claim to be Impudite..." <> Rorschach says ""Well, yeah." Pat finds some coffee. <> Faber is utterly comfortable with both his faults and strengths and abilities. <> arcangel wonders if Judgment much cares, unless the Impudite is Fallen... <> Rorschach was just born this way. Faber's nose twitches at the scent of coffee. Pat says "Coffee?" You say "Please." Pat smiles reassuringly. Pat says "Of course." Pat fixes another mug. Faber settles in the armchair with the armful of Lilim comfortably relaxed. Pat says "Cream? Sugar?" <> arcangel says "Ah, the way to deal with Creationers. Feed them coffee. Jordan could learn from this." You say "Black, please." <> arcangel imagines Jordan waving a thermos of gormet coffee at a Creationer as an inducement to let the triad in. <> Faber grins. Pat nods, and puts a spoon of sugar in his own before carrying the mugs over and offering Faber his. <> Faber let the Laurencian triad in with much less. Faber takes it, carefully. Pat sits down opposite the cuddle chair with his own. Faber doesn't spill on Daimon and sips and sighs deeply, muscles relaxing into the warmth and taste. Pat says "There are a good number who say your sister's choice of employment is...odd." <> Faber eyes the difference in play with a... gosh... humanlike body... Faber's eyes flick a bit at Daimon's face with the word 'sister' and then he smiles quietly, "Yeah. I'd suppose so, especially with some of the Wanderer's other children." He says the nickname without rancour, almost a sad fondness. Pat nods. "In truth, it works both ways." Faber chuckles, eyes lighting a bit, "A Creationer in Judgment's halls, like a bug up a hardass. Hrm. Hadn't thoughta that." He grins, "But it's her choice, and I'd defend her making it as befits what she would be." Pat says "Would you defend her from her brothers?" You say "If she couldn't take care of them herself, yes." Pat says "And if, in doing so, you had to defend Judgment itself? Would you do that for her?" You say "All of Judgement? No. I'd defend her choice and actions in serving, yes, specifics, yes. Totalality of abstractions can take care of themselves." Pat says "Not for some." Pat says "For some, the principle itself is to be attacked." Faber cocks his head at that. You say "Then I'll let them tilt at windmills." Pat smiles, a bit pleased, and sips his coffee. "I see." Faber sips his coffee, balanced and contained, cradling Daimonique quietly. Pat says "Do you think it could even be traced to a cause?" You say "What could be traced?" Pat says "The animosity." Faber thinks abou tthat quietly. You say "It might, in each angel that harbors it." Daimon has connected. Pat says "To each, their own anger?" Daimon sits down at Table 1. You say "Some fear, some wish revenge for sometimes being arrested or hunted unfairly, some ..." he shrugs, "Some simply respond to their peers. I think the causes are different for each." Pat says "And that is one side." Faber strokes Daimon quietly. Faber nods at Pat. Pat says "I could not say it was not reciprocated, if there were a Seraph present." Faber nods quietly, "I have seen." Daimon looks happy, being held. Pat takes a sip of coffee. "Sometimes, it is a reaction. The Wanderer's children have, on occasion, resisted. And also on occasion, there have been actual crimes. Some of ours have become thusly cynical. Sometimes, it it is nothing more than over-eagerness. Interpretation of our Lord's directives in a more...excessive context. This is normally corrected when discovered. Temperance is not easy for some." <> Daimon says "Bright Lilim are easy to please. Plunk them into the lap of a Malakite of Creation. :)" Faber nods, "And my nature calls for the creation of good temper and the forging of alliances. So in some parlace, I am 'easy'." <> arcangel nods. "Mm-hm!" <> Faber grins and is glad to see that Daimon's no longer hiding under every bit of furniture in sight at him. <> Daimon has upgraded from hiding under the bed to the lap. <> arcangel says "You can hide from a Malakite in his lap?" <> Daimon says "I don't wanna hide if I'm snuggled in the lap!" Pat nods. "In the same fashion that mine dictates balance. One might go so far as to say with more ease, the situation would be calmer." <> Faber snuggles Daimon thoroughly. <> Rorschach woooo! <> Daimon makes all sorts of happy lilim noises. You say "I would, yes." Pat nods, sipping his coffee. Daimon peers at Pat, but doesn't move from the warm cuddle spot. Pat peers back at Daimon. Faber drinks his coffee with the arm not supporting Daimon and peers into its dark depths and then softly asks the dark liquid, "WHat's it like to work for an Archangel that checks on you every week?" <> arcangel | (Jordan thinks, "Comforting.") | (Arcangel contemplates this and the character. Hm. Interesting reaction.) Pat says "In a word? Secure. Rare is the slow drift from Grace among my fellows." Daimon tries to figure out if it's bad for a servitor of Judgment to cuddle up to a Malakite of Creation, and then decides everyone should love everyone so it's probably okay. <> Pat hugs arcangel, and wouldn't admit to emotion being the first thought. :) Faber grins at Daimon and curls a black wing closer about him, nodding slowly at Pat. <> arcangel grins and hugs back. Pat says "When something does befall us, to seperate us..." He pauses for a sip of coffee as his voice drains of inflection. "It is normally a sudden occurance, the sort that cannot be averted." Faber nods quietly. <> Rorschach need Caliah and Faber to get mixed up with some operatives of Kobal. Should suggest same to Demi sometime. Pat says "And the other way around? What is it like to be without your creator's guidance?" <> Daimon says "Rory, you're more obsessed with the big K then I am. That's pretty..... frightening, to say the least." Faber says slowly, "But... I cannot lose Grace, it's reality is always with me, even as my Lord is not physically with me. His acceptance of me is engrained, without checkups. I guess, in some ways, it's now an element of the Faith that is my core." You say "I do miss him." You say "But..." <> Rorschach says "It's my speciality. The only thing I'm good at." Pat says "But?" <> Daimon says "But what if you're forced to become obsessed with say, Nybbas? What will you do?" <> Daimon is obsessed with the Media, oh yeah, baby. You say "... I think I carry his love with me even without frequent proof, any more." Pat nods. "I would like, if you would permit, to speak in complete conjecture." Faber laughs quietly, wings and arms hugging Daimon quietly, "Though I guess you are a bit of proof, and they do come now and again." Faber listens to Pat and nods quietly. Daimon nods. "Eli is pretty keen." Faber nods and smiles at Daimon. Daimon says "I just figure that people love me, and that's all I need. Well, and frequent cuddles and the occasional stuffy." You say "Stuffy?" Daimon says "You know, like a.... uh... erm. A stuffed animal. A portable bit of fluff to cuddle when it's dark and scary and I'm lonely." Faber blinks quietly. Pat says "I think that he is missed by all. It has been said countless times that Eli was one of the brightest, and if that light were to be dimmed in any way, the tragedy would be immeasurable. As for my Lord, it is his nature to ascertain, to hold the light in Judgment and determine its magnitude. Our directives are not for arrest, they are for answers. Dominic, and by extension his angels, want to /know/. We want that assurance. But, I may be misinterpreting." Daimon blushes brightly. "I still get a little scared." <> Pat erks. Speech. Sorry. :) <> Daimon grabs Pat and HUGS. Faber grins and snugs Daimon and listens to Pat quietly. <> Faber grins and liked it. Pat shrugs a bit and sips coffee., Pat says "I'm poor at expressing my personal views." You say "It seems a solid enough conjecture, and parallels some of my own thoughts, I'd love assurance from him, sometimes. But I also know that I'm not going to get it. That seems the reality, and one that I work with every day." You say "So I simply take him on Faith." Pat sighs. "That, though, is not something that we can accept. God is infallible. The Archangels, including my own, are not." Faber chuckles softly, "If I could not accept that, I would be dead, torn apart into loose Forces by now." Pat says "Oh?" Faber nods quietly. Pat says "May I ask why?" Ann has disconnected. Faber takes a deep quiet breath, frowning just a bit. "You may ask, I don't know how satisfying my answer will be." Pat says "Then I will ask. Why?" You say "If my faith in him depended on concrete proof, then I would likely have thrownmyself headlong into every battle, wishing solely to die, to end this existance without him. If I were so proud as to think that only his presense could validate my existance, I would be dead. I think..." You say "... does that make any sense?" Pat says "Yes." Daimon makes a little noise and snuggles closer. Faber scritches Daimon quietly. Faber frowns a little, "Maybe that's what make his love for me all the more valuable, as it requires that I not depend on him." You say "It requires that I choose." Pat nods. Pat pages: Mazpatiel, angel of Moral Questions. Daimon says "I figure _all_ the archangels are good and know what they're doing and wise and stuff, even though some of them are really spooky. To believe otherwise is not healthy for me right now." Pat says "For the most part, Daimon, they are. I would never call an Archangel anything but good, save in the face of overwhelming proof." <> arcangel thinks that someone can know what they're doing and still make a mistake sometimes, too. <> arcangel says "It only takes one mistake to not be infallable." <> Daimon is currently under the belief that Archangels are infallible, so shhhhhh. No bubble breaking. :) <> Pat phrased it very carefully, yes. :) Faber nods at Daimon. <> Faber grins. Pat says "If you could have him back, would you?" Rorschach has disconnected. You say "If it were his choice, of course." Pat nods. "Then you want no more, or no less than we do. It just what you will accept that differs." Faber remembers something and squeezes Daimon just a bit, "Yeah, I get scared, too, sometimes." Faber nods at Pat. "I am beginning to see that." Pat nods silently. Daimon says "I didn't think Malakim ever got scared." Pat says "There is nothing wrong with fear, Daimon." Daimon says "I get scared, mostly at night when it's really dark out, because there's stuff I don't want to think about." Faber raises an eyebrow at Daimon. You say "Why wouldn't we get scared sometimes?" Pat says "Before the Fall, Beleth held that Word. The Fear that urges prudence. The same Fear that gives a mother strength when her children are threatened. The Fear that causes a soldier to survive on instinct. Preserving Fear." Daimon says "Because you're _Malakim_. You go and beat up demons and kill the bad guy and have oaths and stuff." Daimon says "Malakim don't have fear, they have swords." Faber blinks at that. You say "Uhm. A sword does not courage make." You say "Besides, there is no courage without fear." You say "There might be unthinking reaction without fear, but not courage." <> Pat says "Faber Understands!" <> Faber hehs, is an old battlehorse. Daimon says "Oh." <> Pat hi5s. <> Faber hi5's. Faber chuckles softly, "The most frightening moment in my life was when Caliah had to go up those stairs by herself, and all I could do was watch and wait. Action is the best expression for fear, sometimes. Maybe that's why you see what you see." Daimon says "When I was Before, Malakim were the scariest thing in the entire universe. I mean, all the flashing swords and steel and relentlessness... okay, not the scariest thing in the entire universe. There are _way_ scarier. But when you're working topside, you know, very spooky." Faber thinks that through. "I guess I could see that." You say "In battle it's usually a mistake to let emotion take over action, so I'd probably appear pretty single minded." Daimon says "Well, I haven't been able to kill anything for a really long time." You say "Ah." Faber chuckles, "Then I won't tell you a unique usage of strawberry ice cream." Daimon cuddles. "I hope it's used for fun reasons." Faber snuggles Daimon and simply remains quiet. <> arcangel says "(He's a Malakite. It's fun to slay evil.)" <> Faber says "Fun and you should have seen the look on the Mercurian's face when he said, "I didn't know you could *do* that with strawberry ice cream."" <> Pat says "Hee." <> arcangel giggles. Daimon says "When you're a demon, you're mostly run on fear. That's a big motivation there. And when you get to go topside, you never want to leave. So people who just kill you are really frightening, because no only do you have to face your Boss, you have to face your peers and you might not be allowed to come back. So Malakim are high on the list of Bad People." <> Daimon has to take off, eh. Daimon snuggles up and falls silent. <> Pat hugs and smooches! Faber snuggles wamly. <> Daimon has to go pick up the movie. <> arcangel waves to Dai! <> Faber hugs! Have fun! <> Daimon hugs and smooches Pat, and ONLY hugs everyone else. :) :) Daimon has disconnected. <> ------- End of Forwarded Message