Daniel Young: Knocks on the door to the hotel room.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte opens the door, wearing a teeny white hotel towel and a soft smile. "Come in, love. Just stepped out of the bath." She opens the door for him and walks back farther into the room, shaking wet locks. She doesn't seem to mind that she's dripping all over the place.

Daniel Young: Smiling he walks in taking off his sports coat, his shoulder holster holding his gun wrapped around his gray sweater, he's wearing khaki slacks and some simple black shoes.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She looks over her shoulder with a sly grin to the man "So, love.. are you going to tell me your name now?"

Daniel Young: He smiles tossing the jacket on the floor and walks over to her "You first"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a soft laugh and meanders toward the bed, taking a seat on the corner edge. "Ouestucati, love. A humble Ishhara."

Daniel Young: He pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and puts one in his mouth, then looks up at her "Do you mind?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smiles, leaning back with a delicate pose. "Only if I get one."

Daniel Young: He pulls the one from his mouth and hands it to her still smiling and pulls another out "Now Crimson Star... Tom, he was telling me about your gang, but we didn't have much time. There was a crowd of people and we didn't want to talk in public"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods. "Smart of you, love. Not that I'm much affiliated with any sort of.. 'gang' as you so eloquently put it." She slips the cig in her mouth, waiting for him to light it. Expecting such an action.

William Halloran: He comes up to the front door, having gone out for some essentials that they need...cigarettes, alcohol, maybe some food. The big guy's not the quietest of people, tromping heavily along the hallway by sheer virtue of size. He pauses at the door and knocks, not one to enter unless invited...even if he has been staying there for the past few nights.

Big and scary. Those are the two best words to describe the man standing there. Standing a touch over seven feet tall, and easily weighing over 400 pounds, the man pretty much defines the saying “I wouldn’t want to meet HIM in a dark alley!” His hair, a dark brown, is just a little too long to be considered short, and is worn combed straight back, revealing his face...and that’s not a good thing. The right side of his face is distorted and misshapen, looking somewhat caved in at the cheekbone, as if from an old wound. The eye above is perpetually bloodshot, though the original green reflected in the other eye struggles to show through. He’s dressed in a T-Shirt advertising New York City Wrestling, a huge pair of blue jeans, and size 17 boots. His gaze is surprisingly gentle for someone as intimidating as he is, and the look he gives off indicates...loneliness, perhaps? ((Fame 2: Check Who's Who for Details))

Daniel Young: He lights hers and then his own taking a long draw from it before blowing smoke up at the ceiling "So you're not with his circle?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny smile, looking to the door. "That would be my William." She inhales when he lighst her cig "I was with the infernal court. The minister of dust, in fact. But.." She squints. "Things are changing. I'm not sure what's going to happen.. but as far as I'm concerned, I'm independent. I'll work for those who work for me." She calls to the door "Come in, my love!"

Daniel Young: Brow quirks "Thought we were going to be alone" he says it quietly though, rhetorically but definitely she could have heard it. (There a bar or table with chairs or something?)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (table with chairs, yes.)

Daniel Young: (Some place to sit is what I'm looking for LOL)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny smile. "Does company bother you, love? Anything you can say to me you can say to my William." She stands with a loose grip on the teeny towel meandering for the door.

William Halloran: The door opens and he walks in, ducking under the doorstep. His ruined face smiles at seeing Brigette. "Heya..." He looks over at Daniel, giving him an appraising once-over, then a nod. His eyes go back to Brigette, holding the bags from the grocery and liquor store. "We're stocked."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (sorry! there's a massive bed, a table with chairs, and a couch.)

Daniel Young: Walks over to the table and has a seat, looking to the door

Daniel Young: (That's fine *G*)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She casts a loving smile to William, gently tugging him down into a passionate kiss. When she pulls away she says "FABulous, love. Put everything away, now. I've someone over who needs to talk to me."

William Halloran: The young girl pulls him down remarkably easy for his size, and he kisses her back, even as he blushes a little at the open display of affection in front of Daniel. "Awright." He nods a little, smiling, and goes to put the stuff away.

Daniel Young: As Will leaves he looks oddly at her "So what's the advantages of being independant?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte meanders back toward the table and chairs to sit with daniel, taking a slow drag from the cig and flicking ash to a tray on the surface of the table. She takes a seat, folding a long fair leg over the other. "Few and far between. It's not something I chose, love. My actions were put into question when my last host was killed. The other fallen.. don't trust me like they used to. Which is why I've pulled away from either organization."

William Halloran: He listens quietly as he sets the alcohol bottles in the minifridge, food stuffs that need to go in there following close behind. The cigarettes go on top, the man moving carefully so as to be quiet and not disturb the conversation.

Daniel Young: Another puff of the cigarette, "So what's the stuff on the laptop? Who was that guy that got his head blown off the other day?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She squints at the man, with another slow drag. "I have no idea, love. Wish I did."

William Halloran: Once everything is put away, his straightens back up and pulls out his cigarettes. Everyone else is smoking, so he doesn't imagine they'll mind if he does. He lights up.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte leans forward against the table, with a sultry grin to Daniel. Under the table she runs a delicate foot up the man's leg. "Now, love.. it's your turn to share. I told you mine."

Daniel Young: Puts his cigarette out and lights another one "Okay... so far I've got something called an Infernal Court, a Minister of Dust, the Fallen, and unaffiliated you... and your real name Osteoperosis.... just come clean with me, are we talking about some big drug syndicate here or what?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She quirks a brow at the man "You've GOT to be kidding me.. right?" Sweet lucifer.. No more recruiting for the crimsonstar..

William Halloran: He frowns down at Daniel. He doesn't know what the hell they're talking about, really, but anyone could detect sarcasm like that.

Daniel Young: (No sarcasm, really, he's pretty well confused Will)

William Halloran: ((I assume he didn't honestly confuse Ouestucati for Osteoporosis. *G*))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She takes a deep breath, letting loose the towel to run both delicate hands along her temples. "Alright. From the beginning.. what.. EXACTLY.. did the crimsonstar tell you, love?"

Daniel Young: "No, no kidding, what's really going on here, what was that feeling I felt from Tom and you felt it too..." Looking at her scrutinizingly

Daniel Young: "Crimsonstar, I'm assuming you're talking about Tom, he didn't tell me much of anything, after the assassin got away from us we went back to the shop and there was a crowd, I got the sense he wanted to get the hell outta there so I gave him my card and told him to go on and covered for him with the other cop that showed up, now what's goin on here?" (No the name thing was a bit sarcastic *G* but he's still confused)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte utters another frustrated sigh, running a hand down her cheek. "So, when you said you wanted to catch up on old times.. You meant.. yesterday?" Her tone a bitter disbeleif.

William Halloran: Assassins? People with heads blown off? Tom the Crimsonstar? As his recent deceased ex-girlfriend would say, WTF? He crosses his arms over his chest, moving to stand protectively behind Brigette, watching the two of them.

Daniel Young: He laughs, "Yes, I was making a joke" He squints at her a little bit "When you started talking about Crimsonstar I figured you thought I knew something and I wanted to know what that is... I still do"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She flicks a bitter glare to the man and points to the door. "Leave, Daniel. Just go."

Daniel Young: (Dunno if Will caught the description or not but Daniel's wearing a shoulder holster gun, ya I know Will's big and scary I saw the DD, Danny's not here to shoot anyone, just wanted to let ya know it's there)

William Halloran: ((I know. *S*))

Daniel Young: "That's it? Just go?" Stares unbelieving at her.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Get out.. of my prescence." She states, coldly. Irritated. Who does this mortal think he IS?! Wasting MY time? Insignificant prick..

William Halloran: "Ya heard 'er," he says, glaring down at the man. "She said go. Now, go." ((Cha+Intim coming))

William Halloran: d10: Cha+Intimidation(WP): 1,3,8,6,4,2,

Daniel Young: Another pull on his cigarette before he puts it out in the ashtray. He stands and shakes his head "Something's up, and when I get the information off that computer I'll probably want to talk to you downtown... Call it a hunch if you want but you're involved in something Amber... Thanks for the conversation" He starts for the door grabbing his jacket before he gets there.

Daniel Young: d10: willpower: 9,6,6,9,9,5,7,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smirks. "I'll call you, love. Thanks for the smoke."

Daniel Young: Looks to Will "I'm going, no reason to give me the stink eye, Have a nice evening folks" And he heads out the door.

William Halloran: He follows the man to the door, to make sure there's no second thoughts. Once he's out, William shuts the door and turns, looking at Brigette. The glare is, of course, gone when he looks back. "Y'okay?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: When the door closes, Brigitte bolts out of her chair to an angry pace "The NERVE of that fucking mortal!" She takes a quick drag from the smoke, pacing back and forth.

William Halloran: Guess not. He watches her, taking a drag off his cigarette, not sure what to do.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: After a few circles around the room, she stops at the table to smash out the cigarette. The young girl lets out a frustrated sigh and leans back against William. "Goddanmit.."

William Halloran: He wraps his arms carefully around Brigette, gentle as always. "Anythin' I c'n do ta help, V?" Amber, V...whatever her name. It seems obvious that she's got all sorts of interesting names...he's just going with what he knows.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She shakes her head. "No, love. I'm just.. " another sigh. "Just a misunderstanding on my part." Fucking mortal.. damnit.. "It'll be alright. No harm done." She nuzzles her haed into his chest "I'm glad you were here. If he would have tried anything.."

William Halloran: "He woulda gone through the window head-first," he says to complete her sentance. "An' it's a long drop down."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smiles, pulling him down for another kiss. "I love you, william."

William Halloran: He smiles a little bit, easily tugged downward. "I, umm..." He blushes a little bit. "I love ya too, V." His throat clears a little bit, enormous body going a bit sheepish. He still doesn't do the soft stuff really well yet.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a soft laugh, pulling back and meandering toward the bed. "That's my boy. Wasn't so hard now was it?"

William Halloran: He chuckles a little and follows her to take a seat on the bed. "Guess not." The bedsprings groan their protest as he settles down. "Just ain't neva said it b'fore, and...y'know." He scratches at the back of his neck. "Meant it like that."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She slips gracefully to the bed, crawling up toward the headboard. "How many women have you been with William?"

William Halloran: "Including you? Three." He shrugs a little bit, looking at his knees, still sitting at the side of the bed. "Ain't neva been a huge hit with th' ladies, on account-a my face and size. Tend to think I'm gonna mug 'em, not...umm...show interest in 'em."

Danny: (Oh, I forgot, thank you two for the scene *G* was fun)

William Halloran: ((Any time, Arioch! *S*))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (danke!)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She playfully pokes the giant's back with dainty toes. "Hey now.. no pouting on my shift, love. Come here."

William Halloran: He looks over his shoulder and smiles a bit, scooting up on the bed and rolling over to get closer to her. "So, ah...you got some pretty dangerous folks you hang around, dontcha? Or folks where dangerous shit can happen around 'em..."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods with a soft smile to him. "Sometimes. If you want out, love.. you don't have to stick aroud. I enjoy your company.. but I know I can be a.." She thinks and gives a soft laugh ".. a lot to handle."

William Halloran: "Naah." Said without even thinking about it. "Jus' means ya could use someone like me around. 'sides, I already said I'd protect ya. I don' break my word. Ain't got much else to give, but what I give, I don' take back."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She reaches over to grace his cheek with a delicate hand "You.. are positively prescious." She gives a soft laugh and kisses the tip if his nose. "If you ever have any questions, love.. I want you to feel comfortable asking them. When we're alone. When I have company over.. especially dangerous looking company, it's best to smile, nod, and keep your mouth shut. If they assume you know what's going on you'll look quite a bit more threatening."

William Halloran: He nods a little, understanding. Silent muscle in public...he can do that. "Awright. I guess...I just been hearin' a lotta words that I don't get. Willworker, Fourth House...ya explained Earthbound, and I kinda got that Fallen is what you are...I guess the conversation's kinda hard for me t'follow from time to time, is all."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods, leaning back with a stretch. "The fallen are divided into houses, love. Groups. Each with a specific design and purpose. I'm of the fouth of these houses. I'm what is known as a Defiler." she gives a tiny laugh, grinning down to the man "But we're really not as bad as our name makes us out to be. We're muses.. water demons. Keepers of storm and inspiration. I also have the ability to shift the appearance of myself or others. Would you like to see?"

William Halloran: He nods a little bit, taking all of this in. "Sure."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a wide grin and shuffles off the bed. Motioning for him to follow her she makes her way toward the vanity. When he's there, she pulls him gently down in the chair facing the mirror, standing behind him with arms draped around his shoulder. "Alright, love. I'm going to touch the scarring on your face. When I do, the skin with smooth over and you can see what you would look like without it. I'm only going to do it on a temporary basis. Do you trust me?"

William Halloran: He follows along and swallows, a little nervous, but only at the thought of seeing himself without the scar. "I trust ya." No doubt in his mind on that one.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She kisses the back of the man's head and runs a gentle hand over his cheek.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: transfig: 10,8,8,8,3,

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> William Halloran: (she's attempting the obvious.)

William Halloran: The blinks as his face remakes itself, eye going back to normal coloring...looking normal again. He's still not pretty by any means, but he's no longer deformed. He stares at his reflection in the mirror a long moment, open-mouthed, a hand coming up hesitantly to rub at his cheek.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She lays delicate hands on his shoulders, watching the man and his reaction with a soft smile. There for him.. when he's ready.

William Halloran: "I...holy, um...I mean..." He blinks, eyes locked on his own face for a long moment. He looks down to Brigette, amazed and awed. "Umm...damn--I mean..." He's just kind of lost. What words are okay and not okay to say to a fallen angel? Compound to that his stunned reaction to his face as it looks as normal, the vast improvement there, and he's just sort of lost for words.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: After a few moments his face returns to the way it was, Brigitts still standing behind him with the same soft smile.

William Halloran: "That's some, ahh...that's impressive shit," he says quietly. "Must come in handy, I guess..."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: invocation: 3,5,7,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods "That's why I was asking about your scars, love. I can remove them at any time.. if you decide that's what you want." She frowns and turns away, looking to the foor. "Who is it?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> William Halloran: (quick question.. ouestu was just invoked by another demon.. she doesn't know that demon's name.. can she two way communicate if she wasn't the one who started it? IE, can he hear her after invoking?)

William Halloran: He opens his mouth to answer, but then stops, shutting up with a confused look as she looks to the floor and starts speaking to no one.

William Halloran -> Brigitte Clara Deleon: ((She can communicate, yes.))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Her eyes widen, pacing now "Sweet Lucifer. You ~are~ one of us.." still rambling to herself it seems.

William Halloran: ((Phone call, one sec))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a heavy sigh, meandering back toward the bed. "You really don't know what you are.. do you, love?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She purses her lips, sprawling out on the bed to look at the ceiling. Ignoring Will for the time being. "First things first, love. You're talking to yourself in public. Excuse yourself to the bathroom.. or pretend you're talking on the phone next time. What you did.. when you said my name.. My celestial name.. was invoke communication with me. This simple act tells me.. that you are no mere mortal. Mortals can't DO that.."

William Halloran: He watches Brigette, frowning and scratching his head. He's thinking this is probably one of those times to keep his damn mouth shut. Hell, the last girl he lives with did wierder shit, and she wasn't even a fallen angel. He follows her toward the bed, silently, sitting next to her.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte curls up next to the giant with an apologetic 'on moment' flick of the finger, still talking to herself.. and listening to the voices in her head.

William Halloran: ((Gotta reboot, BRB))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She sighs. "Very smooth, love. Now. We need to set up a meeting. You need to have some things explained to you. I'm sorry I lost my temper before. I thought you were wasting my time. Do you forgive me?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smirks. "Love.. you've recently had the good fortune to be posessed by one of the fallen. A demon if you will. Congratulations. If you want to be fully debreifed I really do like looking people in the eye when I speak to them."

William Halloran: He puts a hand on her shoulder, saying nothing. Just being there, and listening.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "If you want to get snippy with me, I'll let you figure it out on your own. Or worse.. Cooperate, love.. and I'll help you as best I can. I already apologized.. I'm not doing it again."

William Halloran: He frowns a little, puzzling this out. It certainly SOUNDS like she's talking to that Daniel guy. Hmm. Interesting. More listen, more hand on Brigette's shoulder, supportive.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smiles, curling into the large man "William's a kitten. He isn't going to hurt you unless you deserve it." She kisses the man's cheek. "If you're raelly all that scared.. we can meet alone. Do you have a place in mind, love?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a soft laugh "Right, love.. jail. If you act against me, I'd hardly concern myself with thoughts of jail. I'll send your immortal soul screaming back to the pits of hell.. and your host body trundling to a morge downtown." A smirk, errily innocent. "Are you coming over tonight then?"

William Halloran: A raised eyebrow, lips pursing...jail and hell and morgues. That doesn't sound good.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Are you coming over tonight then?" she repeats slowly. More firmly.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (*giggles* jail and hell and morgues.. oh my!)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She grins. "Fabulous. I'll start shaking some martinis. Be safe, love."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: After cutting the invocation she leans over to lay a gentle kiss to william's lips. "Daniel's coming back over, love. It might serve both you well to hear quite a number of things. He's more confused than you are."

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> William Halloran: (i have to run something up to dark's office. i'll be back as soon as humanly possible, but it'll take a bit. have to pack up bebe buddah. *poofs and rushes*)

William Halloran: He leans over to accept the kiss, and nods a little bit. "Awright. I can listen up." ((Which is ironic, 'cause I got to go to my TT now. You can assume he stays there and keeps a vigilant watch over Brigette, just log for me...or you can write him out, have Brigette send him off to the store 'cause they're out of grenadine or something.))

William Halloran: ((Or pause until I get home tonight, if you guys will be one. Whatever works for you all...just don't to hold you guys up. Will be home in about 4-5 hours, is all.))

William Halloran: ((just don't want, even.))

William Halloran: ((Taking off now...just let me know what's up. *Hugs to all and vamooses*))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte, curling up with Will blinks confused at the voice. "Yes?" Gahh.. not another one.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: faith: 6,2,4,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a heavy sigh, curling against the giant in her bed. "Sweet lucifer.. who died and made me infernal babysitter? Did she tell you where I live?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny sigh, shaking her head with a kiss to the giant's chest. "I'm sorry, love. I shouldn't have snapped. It's been a trying evening. Come on over. I've another that's new in the city that's coming over as well. You both could stand to hear the same information. I'm staying at.." she rattles off the location of her hotel and suite number.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte cuts the invocation and leans up off william. "I should get dressed if we're having company, my love." She kisses his chest and makes a slow meander to her duffle bag.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl slips into a thin white sundress with a fluid grace before making her way back to the mini fridge. She pulls out a bottle of Skyy and pours herself a glass. It's going to be a long night. She looks to william. "Normally, love.. this is where I'd nonchalantly send you for more drinks.. or something of that nature.. but with two unidentified celestials coming to meet me at once, I'd really rather have you stay. Just remember what I said, my love. We'll get through this." she blows him a kiss and takes a sip from her vodka.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte moves over to set a chair by the window, cracking the thing open just in inch. She takes a pack of Virginia slims from her bag and lights one, sitting next to the window and waiting.

Daniel Young: Knocks on the door again, shifting a bit nervously

Brigitte Clara Deleon: William apts to stand on the other side of the window, doing what he does best... looking scary. Arms folded.. you know the drill. Just like last time.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She calls to the door "It's open, love." with a slow drag from the slim, exhaling in loose coils through pretty lips. She smiles to the door.

Daniel Young: Opens the door and walks in, this time wearing his Knicks jacket, he shrugs it off and dumps it near the door walking in. He nods to the big fellow pulling his gun from the holster and setting it on the table sliding it towards Brigitte "I'm not here for trouble, I only want some answer" Nods to the gun "Show of good faith"

Daniel Young: (answers)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a soft smile to the man "FABulous. A little faith goes a long way in my book, love. Pull up a chair." She motions "We've another newcomer coming over as well. Feel free to get yourself something to drink. We have Skyy and Jack."

Daniel Young: He turns and walks back to the kitchen and finds a glass then starts looking for the Jack.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The jack can be found in the minifridge. An appropriate place. Brigitte leans back in her chair with a curious squint to the man "So. You've no recollection of the war.. or heaven.. the pit.. you don't know your name I'm assuming.. house.. faction.."

Daniel Young: Pulls out the Jack and pours himself three fingers. Pursing his lips he takes a drink, pours a little more in and walks back towards the table. "You know, I was thinking on my way over here, this woman is seriously cracked... she's on heavy duty medication, she was born a crack baby... I'm gonna get there and they'll be all naked covered in goat's blood and they'll have a knife and ask me to join in... but" He sits down and lights a cigarette frowning again

Daniel Young: "What the hell is Sky?" He asks taking another big drag off his cig

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a soft laugh and takes a slow drag from her slim. "Well, love I suppose we could start there.. but then again we hardly know each other. We only break out the goat's blood for very special occasions." She gives a sultry wink

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She swirls the clear liquid in her glass. "It's vodka, love. Very tasty." She takes a sip

Johan "Susy Joe" Dorebach: Down the street, there's a solid clud clud clud clud clud clud of someone running in boots.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte peers out the window.

Daniel Young: "Ah" Nods knowingly "This might be all fun for you but this is insane... I remember, I mean I've had dreams, I don't know what your name means Ouestucati but it's familiar... like I knew people with the same name once upon a time... what the hell is going on with me?"

Johan "Susy Joe" Dorebach: The little goth is booting it down the sidewalk surprisingly fast. She skids to a halt in front of the hotel, and looks around to verify the address quickly.

Daniel Young: He seems calm on the outside, but if she looks at his eyes she can see there is some serious inner turmoil going on unless she's terribly blind.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a soft smile. "I told you already. You've been embodied.. by a celestial. One of the tools of creation. Made by the host.. fallen from grace.." She makes a flighty wave of the hand "Yadda yadda yadda.. In these dreams.. can you see yourself? Do you have a name?"

Johan "Susy Joe" Dorebach: She regains her breath calmly, smirks at the doorman, and makes her way to the elevator.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The doorman smirks back. Another weirdo.. he knows where SHE'S going..

Daniel Young: Looks at her, a chill down his spine "Yes, and a sword like lightning, and a horse made of black thunder clouds..." He shakes a moment and blinks and looks up at Will, "Aren't you a wrestler?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte shakes her head, frowing to Daniel "We aren't here to talk about my william, love. We're here to talk about you. The two of you can discuss occupations some other time.. when I'm not wasting away dealing with every infernal in the city that doesn't know their ass from a hole in the ground.."

Johan "Susy Joe" Dorebach: Screw the elevator! Clud clud clud clud clud clud, and up the stairs the little goth goes.

Daniel Young: He downs the rest of his Jack and puts the empty glass on the table and sucks hard on the cigarette that is nearly finished before stuffing it in the ashtray and pulling out yet another one. "I woulda been here sooner but I was in my car, trying to talk myself out of coming"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods, rubbing a single temple. For the love of morningstar the other's better appreciate this.. "Alright love. Your name. What is your name?"

Johan "Susy Joe" Dorebach: Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte calls to the door without looking up "Come in, love it's open."

Daniel Young: "Why is my name so important?" He looks at her eyes narrowing slightly, his mind racing "You're explaining to me how I'm one of the Fallen Angels of God-" He hesitates "I chose Lucifer over God?" He puffs his cigarette again "I feel like I'm trapped in an episode of the Twilight Zone"

Johan "Susy Joe" Dorebach: She opens the door and pokes her head in, "Allo." Raven haired, spiked collar, pale skin, black lipstick.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She purses her lips with a stern look to the man "You didn't choose Lucifer over god. You chose to aid our struggle to free humanity from the host's tyrannical concepts. Yes.. we were led my Lucifer. But we by no means followed blindly."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny wave to the girl, motioning for her to join them.

Daniel Young: Looks to the door, face is familiar, "You were at the coffee shop too, you went to the bathroom" Looks back to Amber "My name gives you power over me"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She frowns "Your true name, yes. Your celestial name is a way for me to remember who you are.. and contact you if I need to. I can't help you.. without that information. If you don't want my help.. get the fuck out of my home." Her irritation rising again.

Johan "Susy Joe" Dorebach: She steps inside, closing the door behind herself, and bends down to untie her boots. Black nail polish, red striped shirt, short shorts. Oh yeah, she's dressed for winter. Her pale legs are frozen white from the cold.

Daniel Young: The muscles in his face relax a bit, his eyes seem to calm somewhat. He puffs the cigarette not realizing even then that it's burnt down to the filter and gone out. He slowly drops it in the ashtray. He doesn't seem to even notice her irritation or really even that she spoke. "Balhadad-Sapon, the Lord of Thunder Commander under Abaddon in the Ebon Legion..." He trails off, sitting there a moment.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: intel+leg: 7,6,6,6,2,

Johan "Susy Joe" Dorebach: "Yeah. Cooooold." She streaks through the room and bounces into the bed, covering her legs with covers.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She squints at the man, taking a long drag of the slim before snubbing it out in the tray. "Lovely. Another of Abaddon's little minions.." She murmers, a clear bitter tone. "I don't suppose we can change that now.."

Johan "Susy Joe" Dorebach: d10: Int + Legacy: 7,8,3,7,4,5,9,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She presses a finger to her chin "Hmmm.. An Adad.. not bad." she thinks, giving the man a once over.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte stretches and stands, leaning over and pulling William down with a gentle tug so she can whisper in the giant's ear. After a tiny pause, she nods and hands him some cash. He makes a heavy pace out the door, closing it behind him.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smirks to the goth girl. "So.. An Ishhara, an Adad and a Scourge walk into a bar.. stop me if you've heard this one.." She giggles and leans down to grasp her glass of skyy. "Drink, love?"

Johan "Susy Joe" Dorebach: She watches William leave from her position on the bed with lazy eyes.