The GM says, "You have chosen to assume roles as staff members at the 
prison, and to be escorted over around midnight by Xiao Li, Jane's 
lieutenant.  The wait was in order to get some more information, though 
the means of such investigation hadn't yet been discussed."

The GM says, "Is there anything you'd like to check out specifically 
before heading across the Domain?"

Draco is going to have to do mostly recording, because as a Seraph he 
can't effectively do a lot of "pretending to be someone else" in all 
this.

Asher [to William]: Huh. Nothing comes to mind. 

Asher [to fadethecat]: Never had a Role?

StevenE has made StevenE's local name Ekur

Draco [to William]: If there's time, actually, I would like to do a quick 
scamper around the city. See what the local ethereal vermin have to say, 
if anything. Look for anyone who has any of the Knight's preferred 
in-joke signs on his appearance. (Which he might not have bothered with, 
if he's keeping really quiet, but it's worth asking.)

Draco [to Neil]: ...actually, no.

Draco [to Neil]: He was always working in the Marches. Did a little 
supervision of other demon with Roles for Tether-building purposes, but 
he never worked for long on Earth. His only corporeal vessel is an 
animal, and those /can't/ have Roles.

Session 45 -- Arc 8, Episode 2: The Big House

William [to Draco]: The local vermin are mostly unintelligent figments, 
several of whom are most unpleasantly surprised at how tough you are when 
they try to grab a snack of ferret.  There is not a high population of 
the talking kind.  Mephibosheth does not appear to be cutting a 
noticeable profile, if he is out here.

Draco [to William]: Well, it was worth a shot. And it's fun to run 
beneath the floorboards once in a while.

fadethecat [to Asher]: Also, on the issue of roles: it's easy enough for 
a Seraph to say "I'm a librarian" when they actually /are/ a librarian, 
by virtue of the Role. I don't think the connection here is True enough 
for Draco to claim he's really staff.

William [to Draco]: You do get the location of a few local services which 
may come in handy; some healers, priests of an astonishing number of 
religions, some Essence loansharkers.

The GM says, "Fast forward to midnight?"

Draco is fine with that.

Neil nods.

The GM says, "The three of you meet Xiao Li outside Jane's office.  The 
tall Chinese swordsman bows briefly and begins walking you down the road 
toward the edge of town."

Ekur autorezzes the guy, of course.  No reaction-tests in mind.

Xiao Li says, "You may wish to take on human appearance before arriving 
at the Domain border.  Yazz orders it that Prison hews closely to worldly 
physics, except in some isolated and guarded regions."

Neil resonates Xiao Li as well. How's he done for himself?

Neil rolled 12 versus 18 and succeeded by 6.

Ekur adjusts his clothing to resemble a prison-guard uniform.

Draco rolled 9 versus 22 and succeeded by 13.

Draco turns on the resonance, on principle.

William [to Ekur]: Very calm, content with his duties and position, knows 
why the three of you are here.

Asher [to William]: What were the three staff positions we were to fill?

Draco drops off his current shoulder perch, and blinks a few times. Human 
appearance. Right. He's done that on occasion.

William [to Neil]: Lieutenant to a Domain Mistress, an advance over his 
previous status and one he is apparently fitting with at the moment.

William [to Neil]: Not worked out yet.  You're showing up when most of 
the prisoner population is dispersed, so presumably you'll pick this when 
you get a chance to talk to Yazz.

Draco [to William]: Half a sec, I'm blanking on appearances here. Will be 
dreamed up properly in a sec.

The GM says, "One suspects Draco would also be hesitating; quite natural 
for a Seraph."

StevenE [to fadethecat]: President Reagan!

Neil spins out sweatpants, sweatshirt, and a whistle around his neck.

The GM says, "(It's currently mid-1997.)"

StevenE [to William]: Right.  Former President.

Draco becomes, briefly, a six-foot tall ferret, which is much less 
adorable at that height. "No, no, wait," he says. "I almost have this. 
Ethereals with affinities for authority and discipline are the most 
likely to take these sorts of jobs, I imagine." With a completely 
superfluous puff of pink smoke, Draco reshapes his form to that of a 
librarian, complete with plaid skirt and ruler in hand. More the kind 
likely to show up on movies in specialized cable channels than in your 
average library. She tucks the notebook into a skirt pocket. "Okay, ready 
to go."

Neil eyes Draco. "Nice look. Reminds me, we should see how Eri's settled 
in."

The GM says, "Over the space of a few miles, the city dwindles to gaslamp 
residential area with cobblestone street, then bayou through which a 
gravel road runs.  At a wooden bridge, the atmosphere alters palpably.  
Passing out from under the dark shadow of some moss-laden trees, you come 
to the imposing flat outer wall of a long, low building, with stone 
fencing topped with barbed wire extending off into the distance.  
Floodlights illuminate areas both on your side and within it; they 
compeltely obscure the stars above."

Draco makes some minor edits to her new appearance on the walk; the 
jiggling was getting annoying. "Are the walls strictly mundane physics, 
or do they have any special properties?"

Xiao Li says, "Primarily for the physics.  I understand special 
arrangements are made for flight-capable forms.  I am not conversant with 
the details."

Xiao Li says, "Naturally, they also reinforce the identity of place.  A 
prison requires walls."

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The GM says, "A figure in a guard uniform, carrying a rifle, steps out of 
a booth in front of the truck-sized double doors.  After a moment, you 
recognize Bob, a crewmember from the dirigible-stealing dream-raider, one 
of the first criminals you sent here."

Bob says, "Master Li.  Who've you brought us?"

Xiao Li visibly hesitates.

Xiao Li says, "Job applicants.  Special applicants.  They'll want to see 
Yazz."  He turns to you and says very quietly, "I thought we were to be 
met personally by Yazz.  This is unexpected."

Neil resonates Bob.

Neil rolled 13 versus 18 and succeeded by 5.

William [to Neil]: Bob is happy to be invested in a job, but several of 
his former acquaintances are not as thrilled with his new social status.

William [to Neil]: MDA is still the old; nothing worse has been added to 
the list since he served his time.

Ekur zaps Bob, too.

Draco waits patiently for Bob's answer, smiling brightly.

William [to Ekur]: A bit confused.  People don't usually stop by at 
midnight.

Bob says, "There was some ruckus in the hospital wing during dispersal.  
They called for the Warden.  He'd been waiting out here for a while -- 
oh, I guess that must have been for you."

William [to Draco]: Completely true, insofar as he knows it.  He doesn't 
feel like there would be any reason to lie.

Neil shakes Bob's hand. "How has life been treating you?"

Bob steps back from the contact attempt.  "You might wanna... hey, it's 
you!"

Bob says, "But don't you... have a job?"

Bob eyes Ekur and suddenly remembers him again.  He eyes Draco and 
clearly doesn't.

Neil smiles. "Yes. We do."

Draco says, "And I'm with them."

Bob visibly 'gets it.'  "Aaah.  'Job applicants.'  Right.  Okay, mum's 
the word."

Neil says, ""Now as I was asking... how's life been treating you, Bob?"

Ekur pauses, and tries adjusting his features to more resemble, oh, an 
enforcer of the law he remembers from Sumer, just in case somebody else 
could make him.

Neil ... makes the whistle bigger?

Ekur rolled 8 versus 18 and succeeded by 10.

Neil rolled 7 versus 20 and critically succeeded by 13.

fadethecat [to Asher]: ...you had to use a crit on /that/? Please tell me 
that wasn't a DI.

Asher [to fadethecat]: Nah, I just beat it by 13. 

Bob says, "Oh, not so bad, not so bad.  Got paroled a few years ago.  
Didn't have much of anywhere else to go, so I stayed on as a guard.  
Switched sides, as it were.  Some of my cellmates weren't too thrilled 
with that, but, you know, gotta make a living, and I decided I didn't 
want to head back out to raiding."

Bob says, "Lotta guys do, y'know."

Neil nods approvingly. "Good choice, honest work, not so many Tsayadim 
and plea bargains."

Neil says, "How'd -- Rick, was it -- take that decision?"

Bob reddens, and your enhanced resonance feels the painful prick where 
that relationship is.  "I don't get assigned to his squad, let's put it 
that way," he says.  "But he's due up for the end of his sentence in a 
couple of months, so hopefully that'll put an end to that."

Neil nods. "I see."

William [to Neil]: Your enhanced resonance gets more of a sense of the 
relationships between guards and prisoners here.  Civis' prisoners, 
assigned to Jane as military conscripts, often *are* guards... 
differentiating them from the more mundane prisoners held by contract in 
the Prison itself.  It's a source of friction.

Neil . o O ( Charismatic criminal with Hellish connections -- we'll be 
looking to see what kind of world Rick's made for himself. )

William [to Neil]: Then there are the private hires, who form a third 
group entirely, not beholden to Sorcerous contract and able to come and 
go as they please.

The GM says, "A person-sized door opens in one of the towers flanking the 
gate, and Yazz walks out of it.  He's changed, a little... a little 
older-seeming, dark sunglasses, a generalized set of slacks and white 
shirt instead of rubber-tire armor.  The axe is now a large, holstered 
knife, next to a sidearm -- non-relic, but then the place is very 
'physical.'"

Bob comes to attention.  "Warden."  Yazz nods at him, likewise at Xiao 
Li.

Xiao Li returns the nod and turns to you.  "If you require assistance 
from outside the Prison and have a chance to make a telephone call, I 
will be available.  Good luck, gentlemen."  He leaves.

Draco checks her pockets to see if she remembered to make herself a cell 
phone. Though she's not sure if it would get coverage from inside the 
prison, if so.

Neil waves, and turns back to Yazz. "Somewhere we can speak privately, 
old friend?"

Yazz daubs a spot of blood off of his face -- apparently, the cut's his 
own -- and nods.  First he eyes Draco.  "Thais?" he asks incredulously.

Neil snickers. "No."

Draco stiffles a giggle. "Should I be honored to be mistaken for her, or 
outraged on her behalf?"

Yazz says, "Well, you might want to... tone it down a little.  We got 
some prisoners'd be very interested in what you're apparently offering, 
but strictly speaking it's not a regular staff position."

Yazz says, "Hang on, I'll loosen up the rules a bit..." you feel the 
Domain become a bit more malleable in your vicinity.

Draco spreads her hands. "I don't do this whole human thing often. Let me 
see..." She leaves her human appearance about the same, but swaps from 
sexy librarian to a nun's habit. "Better? Or is this a uniform-only 
position?"

Yazz says, "Nun, huh?  Well, we've got some chaplains, not a lot of 
Catholics in the prisoner population though.  Come on in, let's get 
settled in my office."

Neil follows Yazz for the second debriefing.

The GM says, "He leads you inside the gate block, and up a couple of 
flights of stairs, to an office that overlooks the inner yards.  The 
Prison is a forbidding place; the walls are thick, heavy stone, with bare 
light bulbs above.  Utility pipes and wiring, rare sights in the Marches, 
are in their usual places here."

The GM says, "Visible from the back windows of the office are a number of 
freestanding buildings and fenced-in yards.  One of them is covered over 
with barbed wire, and contains a number of avian perches.  The buildings' 
windows are all darkened, though lights illuminate the outer areas 
starkly."

Neil looks around. "A fearful place."

Yazz sits behind his desk.  "That's what it's for."  He pulls out a rack 
of alchemical preparations and fiddles with an ointment in a small 
mirror.

Yazz says, "'course, you ain't even seen death row yet."

Neil examines the wound. "What happened there? Bob said there was a 
scuffle."

The GM says, "Yazz' accent has turned from vaguely Australian to vaguely 
redneck, by the way."

The GM says, "The wound disappears under the effects of Ethereal Healing.  
Yazz nods.  'The hospital wing all decided they didn't want to follow the 
rules.  We told 'em if they didn't disperse they'd be dispersed.  Took a 
couple of examples before the rest got the hint.'"

William [to Draco]: Yazz is not aware of the entire reason behind the 
affray.  He assumes it is malcontent prisoners.  This is only part of the 
truth.

Yazz says, "Stuff like that's been happening more often recently.  Figure 
that's what you came about?"  He sits back and puts his feet up on the 
desk.  There are some additional metal chairs in the room, if you wish to 
sit.

Ekur rezzes Yazz.

Ekur says, "A little bird warned us about potential trouble."

Draco says, "And there's more to it than contumacious prisoners."

William [to Ekur]: Yazz is simultaneously worried on professional levels 
-- "I have a problem with the running of my business" -- and personal -- 
"My personal wellbeing is at risk from this."  He's both grateful for 
help and resentful that it's needed.  Tactful phrasing is called for.

Neil says, "We think you've got... deeeeeeeeeeeeeemons."

Neil swears -- SWEARS -- he typed that before he got William's line about 
tact.

William [to Neil]: How exactly is the tone of that, anyway?  I'm not sure 
of the inflections.

fadethecat [to Asher]: Oo, does it involve finger quotes in the air?

Asher [to fadethecat]: Wiggly fingers, yes. 

Asher [to William]: "There *is* a problem, and it does merit the 
attention of Civis' finest, but we don't think it's especially serious. 
Especially now that we're here".

Asher [to William]: Not contemptious or insulting, but... maybe making 
light of it. Telling him he's not afraid, he's *right* -- and we're gonna 
fix it.

Yazz says, "Well, that'd be a perfectly good explanation, except I'd have 
no clue how they got here.  The guards are invested ethereals, the 
prisoners checked daily at dispersal, and visitors are watched.  If 
somebody's running around physically, they've dug a tunnel into the 
exercise yard or something."

William [to Draco]: They haven't.

Draco pulls her notebook out of her habit. "What security do you have in 
place for keeping out people using very small images? Any sort of rat 
problem?"

Draco hmms. "Or even mosquitoes, come to think of it. Depends on how much 
this Domain constrains image size."

Yazz says, "Anybody comes in here looking like a rat, they'll be thinking 
like a rat until they leave.  At least I'll be trying to make them, which 
is pretty distracting to start with."

William [to Draco]: He's pretty confident of his abilities in that area, 
too.

Neil pushes against it, experimentally.

Neil rolled 10 versus 20 and succeeded by 10.

Yazz says, "Now, we might have Shedim riding the humans, but they'd still 
have to leave..."

Asher [to William]: No change, just trying to figure the penalty.

William [to Neil]: Yazz looks at you funny.

roll 3d6

On 3d6, you rolled 9.

Draco looks slightly impressed. Not everyone would think of that. Well, 
not at first. Probably doesn't take long to find any security holes in a 
prison, courtesy of the prisoners who don't want to stay.

William [to Neil]: You start to feel like there might be some interesting 
food to eat if you follow the smells.  It passes.

Neil blinks. "That was... odd. I tried to shift forms and... got hungry?"


William [to Neil]: You were trying to be a rat, right?

Yazz says, "Rat instincts, I suppose."

Asher [to William]: What? No, I wasn't trying to shift anything, except 
maybe a shudder or ripple -- just testing the strength of the 
forbiddance. But trying to go rat works, I guess.

William [to Asher]: Ah.  I read too much into it, then.

Ekur looks over at Draco.  "I'm very glad you didn't stay a six-foot 
ferret."

Yazz says, "Now, the prisoners are bound to obey the rules and not try 
escaping, and that's through Dot's weekly visits -- obviously, it seems 
like she's doing her job, but I can't personally vouch.  Still, we don't 
tend to get prisoners try to pull a fast one on the Will-War more than 
once.  She gets the Essence to burn from the guards, and we'll stick you 
in solitary for trying to get uppity."

Neil hmms. "Why do the guards have so much Essence to spare for her?"

Ekur pauses, mumbling to himself.  "Hmm.  Assuming that a six-foot ferret 
could enter.  What if someone came in as, say, a three-inch human?  Or as 
Tinkerbell?"

Yazz says amusedly, "'cause she asks for it.  The guards feed her their 
Essence if the prisoner decides he doesn't want to throw the Will-War.  
She burns it, lays the smack down, and ties the prisoner down for another 
month or so.  We toss the little snot in solitary to teach him not to do 
that."

Ekur says, "And certainly Ethereals have Essence to match other 
Ethereals."

William [to Ekur]: He thinks about that.  "...I dunno.  I try to keep the 
place as real as possible, and I know three-inch humans ain't real.  
We've got some nonhuman prisoners, but whatever they look like in their 
natural shapes, they can survive with."

Yazz says, "There ain't any demons that look like rats, though, right?"

William [to Draco]: Actually, there was this one Djinn you used to 
know...

Draco says, "Oh, some of them. It's not a very popular form, but you 
don't always get to choose."

Draco gestures a little too expansively. This body's way too big for 
sweeping gestures; she's going to end up clocking someone in the head 
with a ruler at this rate. "Djinn, mostly. They're the only ones with a 
real animal look to them."

Yazz says, "Oh yeah, Djinn.  Well, they're big suckers, anyway."  He sits 
back.

Neil looks upward. "Bob was wary about shaking my hand. Given that I 
planned to resonate his life history off him, that wasn't a bad plan, but 
how'd he know?"

Neil says, "And -- on that topic -- mind if I take your hand for a 
second?"

Yazz says, "Eh?  Oh, just being cautious, I guess.  You get paranoid 
after a while, being a guard.  Some of you, anyway."  He offers his hand.  
"Checking to see I'm still me?"

Neil takes his hand, and resonates him.

Neil rolled 7 versus 20 and critically succeeded by 13.

Neil says, "No -- I'm a Mercurian. I know your place in the Domain -- 
anyone who knows someone *you* don't know is someone we should 
investigate."

William [to Neil]: It's still him.  Socially, he's still largely in 
control of his life and his relationships, being in a position of 
authority.  While that control is threatened at the moment, honestly, 
that's a passing thing.  There's a particular malign entity doing the 
disrupting of his life, but that entity's hostility isn't directly aimed 
at him.  Which, frankly, Yazz might take as almost more insulting that 
being targeted.

William [to Neil]: Ah, so you're doing a group resonance?

Asher [to William]: Not specifically -- I was just profiling Yazz so I'd 
have the right questions to ask on *future* group resonances.

The GM says, "'k"

Neil hmms. "Yep. There's something out there contesting your authority, 
but -- and this is the weird part -- it isn't personal, or even 
especially focused on you."

Draco scratches the back of her head with a pencil. "Hey, Neil. Take a 
look and see if you can find a connection to that someone anywhere in my 
background, would you?"

Yazz says, "Say what now?  You mean somebody's messing with my prison and 
I'm not even the..."

Neil takes Draco's hand and Yazz's arm, and *thinks*.

William [to Neil]: Spotted.  There is indeed a small Bacon number 
connecting Yazz, our unknown interloper, and Draco.

Neil says, "Yep. Yazz, your problem is related to an old friend of our 
newest friend, whom I haven't introduced to you. Yazz, this is Draco 
Bonnefoy, Angel of Trade. Draco, Yazz, Warden of the Prison of Roxburgh."


Yazz eyes Draco somewhat disgustedly.  "I assume this friend of a friend 
is in fact a friend of neither."

William [to Ekur]: Now he feels used and disrespected, which will shortly 
be leading in to 'pissed.'

William [to Ekur]: Not disrespected by you, of course.

Draco bobs a curtsy to Yazz. "I'm still thinking I should have shredded 
him and blamed it on pixies back when I had the power to do so 
singlehandedly. Hindsight, and all that. Maybe I'll get a chance to 
correct the oversight."

Ekur says, "Demons are right bastards."

Yazz harrumphs, and stands up.  "Allright.  So your holy hocus-pocus 
tells us we've probably got a demon on the premises.  I still don't know 
where, but we can figure it out.  I can lock this place down tighter than 
the Hanoi Hilton.  We can comb it from top to bottom, and bloody well 
discorporate any prisoners that try to stand in our way.  Whoever's left, 
that's our man, yeah?"

Draco hmms. "...maybe. If this really is the person I think it is, he's 
not stupid. Not by a long shot. I would bet good money on him having some 
sneaky means of avoiding detection even if we do that. Especially if he's 
not in as a prisoner. I mean, if I were in a position like this, I'd be a 
lot more inclined to come in as a guard or some other staff member. More 
freedom of movement, for one."

The GM says, "Warning bells should be going off in *everybody's* 
Dissonance Conditions."

Asher [to William]: Wait, why mine?

fadethecat [to William]: Wait, why mine?

Asher [to William]: It's not the best way to approach the problem, but 
"getting smacked 'cause you disobeyed a Just and lawful order" doesn't 
strike me as a problem.

Draco doesn't remember making any promises regarding discorporating 
prisoners...

William [to Neil]: Because Yazz is peeved and talking about an unduly 
harsh crackdown on a lot of prisoners that did nothing to deserve an 
extra helping of violence; okay, not Marc's; and not Blandine's 
specifically, but what he's describing isn't going to be particularly 
hope-inspiring... well, perhaps I overestimated.

Ekur says, "Um.  That's may well play into the demons' hands, by making 
people more reluctant to use this facility.  As long as you have three 
angels that are very, very good at finding things out around, a more 
subtle approach may well work better."

Draco nods. "I really don't think we should pull out the nuclear option 
at /least/ until we're sure we know where this demon is. Making everyone 
twitchy is only going to make the discontent-formenting job all the 
easier."

Neil smiles. "Problem with demons is that they're very, very hard to 
kill. We smack him, and he's back here in three days with a brand-new 
Fiendish Plan.

Draco . o O ( Speaking from experience, and all that. )

Neil says, "What we need to do is *humiliate* him, and tell him and his 
boss that there's just no POINT in coming back here."

Draco looks over at Neil with big hopeful eyes. "We could /also/ shred 
him, in the process. It might help. It would certainly make me feel 
better about all this."

Yazz slows down from his agitated pacing.  He sighs.  "Allright.  I can 
see that.  And I wouldn't mind getting a lick or two of shredding in 
myself."

Yazz says, "So you three need to poke around.  Well and good.  We can 
tell people you're new hires, all I need is your covers."

Neil says, "Jane said you had some staff openings?"

Draco adjusts her habit. "I should probably try another look. I need a 
role where I can listen to what's going on and not answer a lot of 
questions."

Yazz says, "There's always room for a few more guards, especially with 
the human population ramping up.  We can't herd the humans, but we need 
to keep the prisoners away from 'em.  If you want to be listening to 
prisoners..." he thinks.

Yazz says, "...how's your doctorin'?"

Draco says, "I mean, if you have Catholic prisoners, I could do the 
priest thing, but I'm not actually Catholic. I don't think it would be 
appropriate--doctoring? No formal training there."

William [to Draco]: (For reference, EthHealing at 19 and Psychology at 20 
means you make a pretty good shrink.)

fadethecat [to William]: Oh, right, I /do/ have Healing.

Draco brightens. "But I know enough about the mind and healing ethereals 
that I could handle it /here/, I believe."

Ekur says, "I'm reasonably good."

Ekur . o O ( Psychology 17, Eth Healing 21 . . . )

Draco says, "It would give as an excuse to quiz anyone involved in 
fights, at that."

Neil says, "It'd be risky, to be a guard. Running into a human would be a 
problem. Any positions as a teacher open?"

Yazz says, "Shrinks, huh?  I suppose we could add some to the staff."  He 
looks at Neil.  "Teacher?  'sakes, we don't have a school here.  What 
could we teach anyone?"

Yazz says, "For that matter, what can *you* teach?"

The GM says, "(Law, math, Songs, Japanese, English...)"

Asher [to William]: <nod>

Neil replies, "English. Math, a couple Songs. What do you do to keep the 
inmates occupied?"

Yazz says, "Well, Civis prisoners are usually guards, or bound to Jane.  
Others, depends on what they're good for.  Mostly farmhands during the 
day; since we keep the Domain physical, spirits that figure they need 
food and the like need to get fed stuff that got grown.  That means 
cooks, laundries, janitors to support that whole crew.  Mechanics and 
fixers occasionally.  But farmhands, mostly."

Draco scribbles down notes. "That's a lot of staff for potential demonic 
hiding places. Or do all staff go floaty at midnight too?"

Yazz says, "Most of the jobs I just described are prisoner jobs.  
Busywork.  The invested staff are the guards, the head doctors, and some 
fellows that patrol the border.  They gotta be ethereals to anchor here 
and get invested.  I know 'em all personally."

Yazz says, "After that, any stuff we need we import from Jane under the 
contract.  That's our major traffic from outside.  That and prisoners on 
day passes.  Which, you know, you've gotta have a carrot for good 
behaviors, even if it is a security risk."

Neil says, "Hmm. What about two of us being subtle, and one of us 
stomping around publically, causing trouble and giving our demon 
something to focus his efforts on?"

Neil says, "Say, an Ofanite or a Malakite -- something nice and physical, 
but without aggravating 'holy hocus-pocus', thank you for the imagery."

Neil turns to Draco. "I can't remember -- what kind of demon is 
Me-whoosits?"

Draco says, "Balseraph. Typical arrogant example of the breed."

Ekur says, "Malakim have that Honor resonance.  A Wheel would work 
better."

Yazz jumps.  "Wait, you know who this guy is?"

Draco says, "I don't have /proof/, but I have reason to believe it's a 
Balseraph I knew a while back."

Draco [to William]: At least, I don't think I had proof.

William [to Draco]: Right.  What you've got is the rumor that 
Mephibosheth was running around in a Domain that sounds like this one, 
causing trouble aimed at you and Hanniel.

Yazz lets out a long breath.  "Well, it's good to have a suspect attached 
to this mess."

Yazz looks at Neil.  "So you gon' be a teacher, or an Ofanite come 
tearing around the place?"  He turns to Draco.  "Or are you gonna be the 
one making your presence known, if you're who he's after?"

Neil . o O ( Hate to make it personal, but if Draco wants to call him out 
directly, well, it's his choice. )

Draco hesitates. "If I made myself known as an angel, that might draw him 
out. If I made myself known as /myself/, well. I'm not sure I could 
actually take him by myself. As a Seraph, I would find it easier to be 
the obvious one, if we want to play it that way." He looks over to Neil 
and Ekur. "I believe I'll go with your game plan, here. Should I go start 
asking nosy questions of people? I can do the whole Most Holy thing. It 
sort of comes naturally."

Neil says, "Splashy, but effective."

Yazz says, "You realize, if a shrink, a teacher and an angel all show up 
on the same day, every prisoner with half a brain is gonna suspect three 
angels showed up."

Neil [to William]: test

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William [to Neil]: Pong

Ekur says, "I think it would be best if we kept cover."

Draco says, "Maybe that would be best."

Draco looks rather relieved to not have to actually go walking around 
doing the Most Holy thing. The whole poker spine aspect gives him neck 
cramps.

Yazz says, "Right then.  Looks like we're getting into the 
social-scervices business."

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