Michelle, Arlett, and Sam meet a Demon

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: After checking in and paying, Eli leads them to the room, slinging the door open and making an immediate strut for the bathroom to check on his makeup.

Samantha Jacobs: She glances at exits, and stands by the door with crossed arms.

Arlett: *she moves in, giggling at Eli going there* I say it.. you really are such a girl *smiles, jocking, moving to sit, cross legged on the endge of the bed*

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: Eli lets out a loud laugh from the bathroom "How'd you know, love?" He asks, sounding entirely serious.

Arlett: Is the glitter *nodsnods, she still seems to still be jocking* and the hip swish *nods more, eyeing Sam*

Samantha Jacobs: Sam is quiet. Silent. Like always.

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: He gives another slight laugh and moves out of the bathroom to sit next to arlett on the bed, eyeing sam with a bit of amusement "So love.. would you like for me to take care of those scars of yours? If I do that.. then will you at least pretend I'm halfway human." Halfway indeed.. he thinks to himself with a smirk.

Samantha Jacobs: "Take care of my scars how?" She sounds... irritated, like she doesn't appreciate bullshitting. Those dark eyes on him.

Arlett: *blinks, looking up to Eli, then to Sam and back to Eli* uh...

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: "Umm.. removing them?" Gives a duh look at sam. "It won't hurt.. I promise."

Samantha Jacobs: "I've had enough cosmetic surgery to last me a liettime, no thank you."

Arlett: *blinks now, looking pu to Eli, curious* how?

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: Motions around the room. "Do you see any surgical equiptment simply lying about, love?" Gives a slight laugh "To be honest I wouldn't know what to do with the shit if I had it.. but I do know.. that I have the capacity to make them vanish. All you have to do is let me touch you. Nothing more. What have you got to lose?"

Samantha Jacobs: "No." She says it flatly. "I don't know what shit your pulling, but I hate my chain being yanked. I don't know what you are, or what you can do, but no. They stay."

: ((Somewhere a rock chick cheers Sam. *S*))

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: He gives a soft laugh, leaning back on the bed and putting his weight on his elbows "I'm not yanking your chain love.. I'm trying to help you. You're obviously unhappy about the scars.. And if you'd get off your high horse martyr fucking pity trip.. I could releive you of them." Shakes his head and looks to arlett "So tansy really didn't tell you what I am, eh? I know she told some.." Gives another slight laugh "They aparently didn't take the news so well."

Samantha Jacobs: "No. No, I'm not happy about sacrs that remind me everyday I'm missing a lung and good men died. But I'm still proud of them. They stay. Please. Do not dare act like you know me when you don't. Thank you. You mentioned Red Hook."

Arlett: *blinks, frowns* what you are?

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: Grins at the woman "Right.. Baby had nothing to do with Red Hook. She's one of us... was merely out scoping the place for evidence when you and your crew showed up starting shit."

Samantha Jacobs: ((brb, pause un momento?))

Arlett: *Looks to Eli* we ain't started nothing.. she just apeared of not.. your crew?!

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: ((dats cool))

Arlett: ((kk..=P))

Samantha Jacobs: ((Back!)) "Who's us?"

Samantha Jacobs: "And we didn't start anything. We looked around."

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: Smirks at Arlett "I really shouldn't discuss my own nature around individuals of so little faith." flicks his gaze to sam.. then back to the girl "And by crew.. I meant nothing illwilled.. I simply meant you, samantha, and michelle. The ones scoping about where you didn't belong."

Samantha Jacobs: "Who are 'you'?" She asked again, arms crossing.

Arlett: *looks to Elijah, not knowing what he is talking about, she turns the game boy on, and starts pressing buttons* ((erhgs.... she is gonna prime scan Eli.. jsut cause he made her suspicious))

Arlett: 6,7,

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: 4,3,7,6,

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: ((that was my awareness roll.. and prime would show nothing strange about eli.. i think it's spirit to pick up on wiggidyness of his kind))

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: ((ohhhh.. my bad then. i didn't think prime had anything to do with it. lemme check with rav to see what she'd find.))

Arlett: ((sure =) ))

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: Eli quirks his brow when he feels magic being used "That isn't funny.. I've shown no hostile actions against you and I don't plan on it. Don't fuck with me."

Arlett: *frowns, eying the screen then flitches, perking to look to eli, somewhat wide eyes* I ain't attacking ya!...

Samantha Jacobs: "It's not an attack." She rumbles out, a han falling to rest in her gun. He's not a mage, but he can feel magic. "You brought us in here, offered to take away my scars, and said 'your people' were taking care of red hook. What -are- you peopel? I'd appreciate it if you stopped dancing around the issue."

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: Eli flicks his gaze to Sam looking annoyed as well at this point "And the matter of who I am is quite the long story, love.. One I'm sure would bore an untrusting soul like yours to tears."

Samantha Jacobs: "I've got plenty of time to listen."

Arlett: *starts bitting her lips, fiding with the gameboy, moving a tad on the bed, turning to really look to Eli, just .... trying to fidle with something in her mind*

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: Cocks a brow at Sam "You really shouldn't startle me, love.. If you want to see what I really am.. I can show you. But you'll have to put the gun away first. I'm not getting shot over this."

Samantha Jacobs: "I'll undo it from the holster, but it doesn't leave my sight."

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: He shrugs "That's fine.. I have no need for the damn thing. Just slide it out of your reach for now so I can breath a bit." Sits up straight, looking over at sam

Arlett: *Is looking VERY quietly at Eli, talking with Sam*

Samantha Jacobs: She undoes the holster, and places it on a dresser, the walks a few paces away.

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: Eli nods and leans back on his elbows again, with his pretty eyes set on sam "I was created a.. very.. long time ago. Well before humanity.. as a Lammasu. The fifth house of angels." Stops there to give them time to react.. laugh.. deny.. draw arms.. what have you.

Arlett: *Frowns, eh.. scietinfic mind.... logical* Angels are not suposed to be corrupted.... if.. they.. existed...

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: "If indeed, love.. and I'm not corrupted, thank you very much." Smirks at the girl "Can I continue? There will be a show and tell portion at the end of the story.."

Samantha Jacobs: "God doesn't exist." Its VERY flat.

Samantha Jacobs: "And is there is no God, there is no Angel."

Arlett: *she looks to Sam, then to Eli, frowns to Eli*

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: Smirks at Sam "Not anymore he doesn't." He flicks his hand in front of his face to check on his nails.. the conversation obviously boring him

Samantha Jacobs: She waits. Maybe he's just crazy.

Arlett: *frowns, before saying* your quintaessencial or inneregertic energy IS tainted *pouting, before she says* just go on...

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: Gives a slight laugh, shaking his head "I told you it was pointless to discuss what I am with those who have no faith.. And you didn't listen." Shakes his head "Silly mortals.. But for some reason.. Magic.. makes more sense? You can believe that, but a celestial being older than the sea itself has the kindness to expose itself to you.. and you shove it off."

Samantha Jacobs: "I can see magic. And magic doesn't make people suffer."

Arlett: *Glances to Sam* it does... when you ain't use it right

Samantha Jacobs: "I can't believe anyone who claimed to love and create hummanity would let most of them suffer in horrific ways."

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: Glares at Samantha "Mind your tone, child. You're trying my patience. *I* do not make people suffer." Shakes off the irritation "Moving right alone.."

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: ((along))

Arlett: *Pouts, she has conflict with thinking there is God, so looks from one to the other while they discuss*

Samantha Jacobs: She crosses her arms and glares back, but she falls silent.

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: "The host created the different types of angels for different purposes.. Some were to forge the rocks.. others the cosmos. My house was the one in charge of the sea and matters of inspiration." Pauses then continues "We all worked together to build paradise for humanity.. as they were intended to hold the spark of the creator. They had the potential for greatness."

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: "When humanity was created.. we were given two very specific guidelines in dealing with the race. We were first.. to love them as much as we would the creator. This of course didn't need much enforcement, as most of us had grown to already love them as our own. We wanted to see them reach their full potential.. and grow to greatness."

Arlett: *is quiet... little Arlett engineering brain listening*

Samantha Jacobs: Her arms remained crossed.

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: "The second was that we were to refrain from contact. The creator.." His gaze hardening ".. for some reason.. wanted humanity to feel that they were entirely alone.. isolated.. and quite ignorant of the world around them. This task.. was quite a bit harder to uphold but for a time we did as was requested.."

Arlett: *keeps silent, listening*

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: "Years past.. the humans multiplied, but they were.. empty. They lived out their lives as mere animals, without any chance of enlightenment or growth." Eli's pretty green eyes seem to fill with a tinge of pain speaking of this time.. he continues "After a while a master of the fates saw something terrible in humanity's future. A great destructive force that grew stronger and darker with each passing day."

Arlett: *frowning a bit, starts fidgeting with her gadget*

Samantha Jacobs: She watches, arms still crossed and unbelieving.

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: "This is what broke the angels into two broad groups.. There were those who were faithful to the creator, content to let humanity travel down this path for fear of intervention.. And there were the rebels, whose deep love for the people they'd cared for made the choice quite clear. There was then a great war." He ushers a long pause, letting his eyes flick to the carpet.

Arlett: *Eyeing Eli, then Sam, then Eli*

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: Eli lets out a tiny sigh, knowing damn well that neither of them are actually listening "To make a long story.. well.. less long. The war was fought long and hard.. But in the end the rebels were defeated, of course cast into what your morals have deemed 'hell'.. the abyss. It has been only recently.. to my knowledge that beings have started escaping from the abyss. And living on the surface."

: Open? Where is this?

Samantha Jacobs: "So God said no, they disobryed, God laid the smackdown, and now you're all escaping."

Samantha Jacobs: ((Closed. Random hotel))

Arlett: ((is -actally listenig....-))*fidgets, looing to Eli.... a bit... lost*

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: Glares to Samantha "More like God said fuck the humans.. We fought to protect them.. and were cast from paradise because of it."

Arlett: *moves to pull her legs over on the bed, hugging to them, gadget still in hands*

Samantha Jacobs: "I know saying anything will be taken as an attack, so I'm not." She murmurs.

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: Eli gives a deep sigh, looking again down to the carpet "I.. didnt mean it like that. I'm sorry. I'm just a bit sensitive is all. It is very hard for me to share this with someone.. and have them not believe a word of it."

Arlett: *Looks up to Eli* is just.....

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: He flashes Arlett a warm smile "It's alright, love.. If someone had told that story to Elijah, I doubt he would have believed it either."

Samantha Jacobs: "It's very hard to believe in God when you end up rejected from society because you can no longer cope like a normal person because you were -blown up-." She tries not to let it come out bitter. Its obvious she's trying. "It's hard to believe in a being that supposed to be kind and good when all you see is pain and suffering and... shit."

Samantha Jacobs: A pause. And she looks at Eli funny, as if to say 'you're Elijah'.

Arlett: *blinks* uh.. you are Eli...

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: Eli's lips straighten "I never said the creator was a nice.. or fair entity, love. If he was.. I likely wouldn't have turned against him."

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: Blinks a bit at the odd looks, then gives a bit of a sigh "Right.. When cracks started to form in the abyss.. and the demons started slipping through the only way they can remain on the surface is either to embody an object.. or a person with a void big enough to let them in.. in most cases, someone dead in one way or another." He gives a slight laugh "You really don't think that I look like THIS do you?" Motions down to his body.

Samantha Jacobs: "It... wasn't a choice?" No. No, Sam is NOT taking this well. Its very obvious she's taking it HORRIBLY

Arlett: *keeps fidgeting, glancing to Sam, then to Eli, frowning, Very confsued... and... very.... unsure*

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: Eli's lips straighten "Well I didn't exactly get to shake hands with the boy.. If I'd had the chance to ask permission I would have. Elijah's lack of passion for life was what drew me to this state. If it hadn't been me.. it would have been someone else. And beLIEVE me.. there are FAR worse of my kind than me. I've been able to keep my inner torment at bay.. while others.." shakes his head "either can't.. or won't."

Samantha Jacobs: 9,3,7,3,6,

Samantha Jacobs: She swallows, and slowly reaches out to take her gun. "I'm going to leave." Her voice is rough, and strangled. "I'm going to leave, before I harm you, or Arlett." Fingers curl around the gun, and start to bring it back to her holster. "I am going to make a call outside the door. I won't leave till Arlett leave, but I have. To. Get. Out. Of. This. Room." She starts to back towards the door.

Arlett: *blinks as Samantah leaves, her eyes going a bit wide as she glances again to Elijah*

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: Elijah pushes himself slowly from the bed

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: 2,8,3,

Samantha Jacobs: "Whatever you're doing, don't." She warns, voice high pitched and strangled, gun freezing halfway inside the holster.

Samantha Jacobs: 4,9,8,6,8,

Elijah Phillips [hotel]: Eli's form fades and is replaced by a woman of muselike beauty (appearacnce 6). Platinum locks extend all the way to the floor, bright eyes shine like emeralds and you can get the faintest scent of seabreeze in her prescence. She's adorning a shimmering sheer gown that leaves, as one could imagine, nothing to the imagination.

Samantha Jacobs: She manages to get back to the door, fingers grasping behind her for the knob, to turn it and let herself out.

Ouestucati: ((if you're still in the room with the woman, roll wp, diff 3 to see if you suffer revalation))

Arlett: *lets out a tiny yelp, before going startledly silent, just.... gazing at... it....even if she backs slightly*

Arlett: 5,2,5,5,3,

Arlett: ((uhum?))

Samantha Jacobs: 6,2,10,5,4,

Samantha Jacobs: She chokes. There is no other way to describe the noise she makes. And she lifts her gun out of the holster very fast to point it at Elijah, or whatvever the fuck Elijah was now. "S-stop... p-please my body... f-fuck!" Her breathing starts to sound raspy.

Arlett: *swallows, staring to .. it. then to Sam, and moves on to Sam, just pushing her out of the room with a * go with Michelle...*trying to get her out.. just... so she.. doesn't...*

Ouestucati: The woman holds out her arms in a volnerable pose. She makes no movement toward either of them, simply gazing at their direction with a hurt look about her. "I don't mean you any harm.. You wanted to know what I am.." Her voice a soft tone, comforting.

Samantha Jacobs: Since Sam was half opening the door before she pulled her gun, she stumbles out it, gun still trained on Ouestu. She's trembling, eyes almost freakily wide as she shoves the gun into her holster violently.

Samantha Jacobs: 8,5,3,7,1,

Arlett: Go with Michelle! *wow.. Arlett is trying to give orders, she'll see Sam out, before turning... still.. kind of staring at ...* what... *swallowS* how....*frowns* why?

Samantha Jacobs: Her gaze goes disturbingly unfocused and she lookes very scared. She pushes herself up against the wall across from the door, in the hall, and starts to mutter pitifully. "I'm in New York, I'm in New York, I'm in New York..." Fumbling for her phone.

Ouestucati: She places a hand on her hip, guaging arlett's reaction "Are you alright love? Do you need to sit down?" Offers the girl a warm smile and keeps her distance.

Samantha Jacobs: "Talk. Talk talk talk talk talk." She mutters into the phone, clucthing it for her dear life. "Tell me I'm in New York. Tell me I'm in New York, Michelle please."

Arlett: *is gonna shut the door, so Sam can regarin her bearings.... still staring at ...* I'm... fine...

Ouestucati: She nods "Your friend isn't going to try and hurt me is she?" Her eyes soft on the girl "I am a member of the treaty you know.. and this is still neutral ground.."

Samantha Jacobs: "I don't knoooow." She moans into the phone, curling up alone in the hallway. "Angels, and God, and demons and shit and oh god, I'm in New York. I'm in fucking New York..."

Arlett: *blinks, blinks, eyeing the door, swallows, Treaty... Treaty, seems to sigh relieved at something, nods* she... won't....*frowns* she, has... things to deal with. ARe you really ,r eally an angel?

Samantha Jacobs: 1,5,3,2,4,

Arlett: 88oh damm...))

Ouestucati: Her lips straighten "I said I was created as an angel. I gave up that title when I rebelled."

Arlett: *frowns, fidgering* then... what are you?.. you are like the lady in the alley, the one you were talking to

Samantha Jacobs: "I'm... I'm..." Where was she? Wide eyes looked down the hallway, delusioned. Barracks? Was she. It was cold. NO, it was hot. She was in Iraq! Where was the enemy? Why the HELL was she holding a phone? Was she talking to a commander? She must have been. "Seargent?"

Ouestucati: "I have no shame in admitting that I'm a demon, love. I'm from the abyss. This doesn't make me a bad person, in my eyes. I'd gladly walk out on the heavenly host if I had it to do over again."

Arlett: *she frowns, demon.... like vampire... shakes her head* but.. you... won't... you're not going to harm us...?

Samantha Jacobs: "I'm... I think I lost my unit, Sergant. I don't see them. I'm very sorry ma'am, I don't know were Felds, or Jacobs, or the others are." She sounds -very- upset at this. She stands, slowly undoing her weapon at her side. "I don't... know if I'm in enemy terrirtory, ma'am. Orders?"

Ouestucati: She offers a soft laugh "No love.. I'm not going to harm you. If I was going to do that.. what would be the point in revealing myself?"

Arlett: ((Dam it Arlett should have known =P))

Arlett: *bites her lips* it's been done before *very low* uh... wh, what happened? in the alley?

Ouestucati: She nods "The murders were committed by another demon. One who likes to pick on the homeless. It isn't the first time it's happened.. but hopefully if we have antyhing to say about it.. it'll be the last."

Samantha Jacobs: "Street corner? Ma'am, are you feeling alright? I don't think there are street corners here." But she starts to move anyway, gun still pulled out.

Arlett: *frowns, nodding, silent a long good moment, like if thinking* I can find it

Arlett: *glancing at the door a moment, frowning, then back to ... uhrs Eli*

Ouestucati: She shakes her head "It would eat you alive, love. We know where she is. We're handling it."

Samantha Jacobs: "Yes Sergant, will do." She says it obidiently as she moves down the hallway, slowly VERY slowly, gun out. Eventually, she gets outside and rattles off the the adress to Michelle. "Huh. That's a weird street name..."

Arlett: *frowns, but nods slightly*

Samantha Jacobs: "Yes ma'am Sergant. Holding position."

Ouestucati: She offers the girl a warm smile "Are you upset with me arlett?"

Michelle Morgan: She speeds down the street as best she can, heading into Downtown toward the address given.

Arlett: *blinks* I.... don't.. know....

Arlett: ((damm. be right back!!))

Ouestucati: ((yeah.. leave me to get shot by the crazy soldier and her rockstar chica!!))

Samantha Jacobs: Sam... is there. On the corner. Looking a little bewildered.

Samantha Jacobs: ((Bwaha))

Michelle Morgan: She pulls up to the corner, screeching the car to a halt and leaping out with a slam. She moves to Sam, taking her by the shoulders. "Samantha! Sam, it's me. Michelle. Look at me and hear me."

Samantha Jacobs: 3,3,10,9,1,

Ouestucati: ((*giggles* bout time someone took it poorly.. i was starting to wonder about you silly willworkers))

Samantha Jacobs: She seems startled as she's suddenly grasped, hand tightening on the weapon in it's holster. Confusion starts to flit through her gaze, and she might have mumbled 'sergant' but its just that, a mumble.

Michelle Morgan: "Samantha!" She looks at her. "I'm Michelle Morgan. It's June, 2005, and you're in New York City. You live with me, we have two kittens. You're my security manager, and I love you. Now snap out of it, sweetie, please." She gives a quick look around, to make sure no one's paying attention, and kisses the other, birefly but passionately.

Samantha Jacobs: 2,7,5,6,9,

Arlett: (bakc!))

Samantha Jacobs: That kicks her back into reality. There is a moment where she freezes, and then arms snap out to cling to Michelle, digging in almost painfully into the others arms. "New York." She gasps against Michelle in the kiss. "Michelle.. I'm... " She trailed off into a whimpe.

Arlett: ((ARlett is freaked out... she just... well damm she dated a vamp!!! is not like she CAN judge...))

Ouestucati: Ouestucati will take a step in Arlett's direction with a curious gaze to the girl "It's still me, love.. you have nothing to be afraid of."

Michelle Morgan: She hugs Sam close, gasping in relief. "Shh, sweetie. You're here. I'm here with you. It's all okay, all right?"

Arlett: *bites her lips, looking still quite in awa at her.. him... Eli...* I.... just... I'm confused.... and.. don't know

Samantha Jacobs: "Arlett. Arlett is upstairs, in the room. I don't... know if its... bad, or goood, or... fuck." She holds Michelle tightly.

Michelle Morgan: She looks up, suddenly tense. "What's up there, Sam?" She holds the woman close. "What's with Arlett?"

Ouestucati: She nods "If you'd like we can call it quits for today, love.. You look like you need some time to gather your thoughts." With that she lets her form fade, falling back to looking like good ol glitterboy.

Samantha Jacobs: She opens her mouth, and then stares blankly at all the people around them. When did she get back outside? "I... it... " She looks bewildered.

Arlett: ((lights KEEP going off =( ))

Michelle Morgan: "Stay here." She disengages from Sam and books it upstairs, gun drawn. Her chantrymate's in danger.

Samantha Jacobs: She blinks, and then whirls to follow after Michelle.

Arlett: *she nods, startled... frowning* just.... don't want... another fried.. turning out....*frowns, shaking her head hard, in NOT happening* just....

Michelle Morgan: Up the stairs she moves, throwing the door open when she gets to the top, gun held out at the ready. "Arlett!"

Samantha Jacobs: And she moves off, just behind Michelle.

Elijah Phillips: Eli's eyes widen "Excuse me?"

Arlett: *flitches, looking to the door with a flitch adn start, before she kinda moves in front of Eli* I'm fine!

Samantha Jacobs: 4,1,7,6,4,10,5,

Michelle Morgan: The gun is trained on Eli. He's the unknown quantity, and she stands in the door frame. "Someone start explaining things, REAL quick." Her face, usually all joy and happiness, is dead cold.

Elijah Phillips: Eli cocks a brow at Michelle, suspicious.

Samantha Jacobs: It changed fucking BACK?! She twitches, visibly, and places her gun back into her holster. She mumbles something violently, and then places her hand on Michelle's shoulder.

Elijah Phillips: Shakes his head "The last time someone asked me to explain things I did.. And Sam flipped out. I don't want you to flip out on me too.. Not with a fucking gun pointed at me."

Arlett: *flitches a bit more, looking to Sam, then to Michelle, and just says* He is A TReaty Member

Elijah Phillips: Raises a finger "An excellent point arlett.."

Samantha Jacobs: "You didn't listen to me when I said -stop-." Her voice is even more rough, gravelly, and almost unsure.

Elijah Phillips: ((he couldn't have stopped.. by the time you'd felt it he had already changed.))

Arlett: *fidgets, keeping really.. in front of Eli* he ain't harmed us... he just... explained things.... *nop, not giving it reasong to no one*

Samantha Jacobs: ((Yeah, but SHE doesn't know that *G*))

Elijah Phillips: "Reluctantly I might add.. I told you I didn't want to.. that you'd flip out. And you DID."

Elijah Phillips: ((but it would have happened simultaneously.. i just happen to be a slow typist.))

Samantha Jacobs: ((Thought she said stop before he started... my bad.)) "I'm prone to violent flashbacks. I didn't think you'd fucking -change-." She hisses, and then shuts the door behind them.

Michelle Morgan: ((Chalk it up to the flashback. *S*)) "A Treaty member, eh?" The gun lowers, just slightly. "Good. Then I don't have to explain why I hope you won't do anything funky. Now, I did ask an explanation. I'd like an answer, since you're here with a Chantry mate and...my security manager...please indulge me."

Arlett: *blinking to Michelle* he was with the lady from the Alley... the... deaths... where I found the claws... he was trying to explain....

Michelle Morgan: "So explain, then." A brief smile to Arlett before she looks to Elijah.

Samantha Jacobs: "Says he's a former Angel escape from hell." She mutters behind Michelle.

Arlett: *and pouts, somewhat to her, before she just sighs, still staying in front of Eli*

Elijah Phillips: Gives a deep sigh "Jesus christ.. They all want to hear but no one wants to fucking listen. Long story short, love. I'm a rebel angel. A demon. A demon committed those murders in red hook.. a nasty one. WE are taking care of it."

Elijah Phillips: ((sorry.. dark just brought over a house full of people. i'm back for real now))

Arlett: ((*giggleS* party! *G*hugzes*))((I need to leave in like ten.20 mins))

Michelle Morgan: She frowns a little. "Listen, how about you do me a favor and tell me before you accuse me of not listening, all right?" She lowers the gun the rest of the way. "So. You're a Demon. Wouldn't be the first time I've heard of you. You know Tansy?"

Elijah Phillips: Eli gives a loud laugh "Yeah.. you could say that."

Michelle Morgan: "I see." She regards the man, her expression remaining neutral. "How well?"

Samantha Jacobs: She fidgets, listening silently

Arlett: *once Michelle lowerst the guns she moves a bit... looking from one to ther other, still not REALLY sure of all that just happened*

Elijah Phillips: His pretty eyes narrow on the woman "I'll assume that you're like her.. you know about her condition?"

Samantha Jacobs: (("I am that baby's daddy!"))

Michelle Morgan: "Yes, I know about her condition." She nods evenly. "You'll notice I've said nothing one way or the other, so stop narrowing those eyes at me, Mr. Why-Are-You-So-Judgmental."

Arlett: *and looks again from Michelle to Eli* what condition? ((*pouts* I need to go *sniffles*))

Elijah Phillips: Grins at the woman, eyes softening a bit. He seems to like this one... "Love.. you have to understand. I've already been infomed that SOME of your types aren't fond of me. I'm being cautious for a reason."

Michelle Morgan: "I'm not at liberty to say, Arlett. Not my place. You'll have to ask Tansy or this person...what's your name again?"

Elijah Phillips: He takes a deep breath "Eli."

Arlett: *frowns, looking from one to the other and just out pouts*

Michelle Morgan: "Ahh, but you're not willing to understand why we might be cautious. With things like guns for defense. Before you spout understanding, try being that way yourself."

Samantha Jacobs: She frowns a bit, bit says nothing.

Elijah Phillips: His eyes widen "I've been entirely open in this whole situation.. I accept what you are.. When I felt one of them do magic on me, I did NOTHING in resoponse. I think I'm taking all this VERY well, thank you."

Michelle Morgan: "That's...not quite what I've heard, Eli. But I'll take your word for it." She sighs, remaining near the door. "So. You're a Demon." Yes, she said it before, she'll say it again. "Now what?"

Elijah Phillips: Quirks a brow at michelle "Umm.. Well I was actually thinking of going home and having a martini.. maybe soak in a tub a bit." He offers a playful smile in michelle's direction.

Michelle Morgan: "No. I meant..." He sighs. "Never mind. Do you mind, as a Treaty member, if I violate the Treaty and scan you? Not that I don't trust you, just...well, PR is a bitch, and PR says Demons are bad. You know."

Elijah Phillips: He shrugs "None taken.. Scan away.. everyone else's takin a damn poke." Grins at the woman and plops back down on the bed, leaning back on his elbows. May as well relax... "I'll warn you.. you might now completely like what you find. I mean.. I DID spend quite some time in the abyss.. it's tainted my light a bit."

Arlett: *frowns, still looking form one to the other* ((And I HAVE to go... so Arlett will stick around now quite, and confused and then leave with Miche and Sam))

Arlett: ((a bit? *G*))

Samantha Jacobs: ((Byeee))

Elijah Phillips: ((*G* bye))

Arlett: ((waves* tel lme what happens =) ))

Elijah Phillips: ((might NOT.. damn i suck tonight))

Michelle Morgan: ((Bye, hon!)) She nods, and looks at Eli, smiling a little. "Don't get too hyped by this." She looks to Sam, leaning in and whispering to her.

Samantha Jacobs: She ducks her head, listening.

Elijah Phillips: Grins and squirms on the bed just slightly. Hmm..

Michelle Morgan -> Samantha Jacobs: "Sweetie, I gotta do a kiss at least to scan him. You mind?"

Elijah Phillips: Flicks his gaze around the room, a bit bored "Everyone else gets to play with their toys.. but I'm not allowed to do one simple act of kindness.." shakes his head with a wide grin "Un-fucking-believable.."

Michelle Morgan -> Samantha Jacobs: "You, I mean. Not him. Him would make it easier, but I don't plan on it."

Samantha Jacobs: She shakes her head a little to Michelle. "Go ahead." And she stares a bit at Elijah. Not sure if he means her.

Samantha Jacobs: And she relaxes at something else Michelle said, with a little nod.

Elijah Phillips: Hearing sam speak, he flashes a grin in her direction. It's pretty obvious he does mean her. He watches.

Samantha Jacobs: She starts to look agitated again, her face twisting into frown. "You don't get it."

Michelle Morgan: A nod, and she smiles, stroking Samantha's cheek and kissing her, humming as she does so. ((Prime/Mind scan; 1 quint spent to lower diff to 3, doing multiple rolls. So it's a long kiss. *S*))

Elijah Phillips: Eli leans back, watching the woman with the same schoolboy grin.

Michelle Morgan: 5,10,2,

Samantha Jacobs: She doesn't seem to mind. Its only there, with Michelle, with the woman kissing her, does she seem to actually relax and loose that rigidness. Fingers press Michelle's to her cheek briefly, as she kisses the woman back.

Michelle Morgan: 1,2,6,

Michelle Morgan: 2,5,9,

Elijah Phillips: Eli's shins dangle off the edge of the bed abesently.. simply.. waiting for the girls to get through making out so he could get to his bath.

Michelle Morgan: Finally, she breaks the kiss, then presses another to Samantha's forehead, before looking back to Elijah, eyebrow raised. "Equal parts Heaven and Hell. Interesting." She nods to him a little. "All right."

Samantha Jacobs: He eyes close at the kiss to her forehead and then reopen again.

Elijah Phillips: Nods with a grin to the woman "Do I meet up to your standards, love?" gives a slight laugh "Keep in mind I just got here.. I'm working on my situation."

Michelle Morgan: "Let's just say I'm open to the possibility. That's a start." She sighs, leaning into Sam a little. "Good enough for you?"

Samantha Jacobs: "As long as I get a warning next time." She muttered, but relaxing around Michelle. Hard to stay angry with a hot rock chick leaning against you.

Elijah Phillips: Rocks his head back and forth playfully "I can live with that." Blinks between the two of them with a warm smile "So is there anything that needs to be explained further? Or am I done being grilled for this particular evening.." Looks to Sam with a confused look "A warning, love?"

Samantha Jacobs: "You do the change thing. Don't... do that. Without a warning." She can't look at Eli, her face twisted into confusion. She has a lot to take it. Dammit. She JUST conviced herself God didn't exist.

Elijah Phillips: He gives a tiny pout "Most people LIKE the way I look.. You said you wanted to know what I was.."

Michelle Morgan: She nods. "I'm done. Thanks for your time, Eli. And yes, a warning before you..." She looks at Sam, then to Eli questioningly. "...change? That might be nice."

Samantha Jacobs: "Most people don't function as off kilter as I do." She mutters. "I have violent flashbacks. You triggered one today. You're lucky I didn't think you were an Iraqi shoulder and shoot you. Just... a warning."

Elijah Phillips: Shakes his head with wide eyes. "Uh uh.. not with her in the room. I already have a big enough headache as it is without a fucking willworker going apeshit on me."

Michelle Morgan: "I wasn't asking you to change. Just saying that when you do, a warning might be nice."

Elijah Phillips: Gives a slight sigh of releif. "Alright then."

Michelle Morgan: She nods, then looks to Sam. "You ready to go, sweetie?"

Samantha Jacobs: "Yes."

Elijah Phillips: Simply sits there watching the two. He flicks his eyes over sam's scars again.

Michelle Morgan: Another kiss to the woman's forehead, and she nods. "All right." She starts to move with Sam to the door, opening it for her.

Samantha Jacobs: She slides out after Eli, not looking at him -her?- once the entire time.

Samantha Jacobs: ((after Michelle."

Elijah Phillips: Grinning at the two of them "It was fun.. we should do it again sometime."

Michelle Morgan: A look to Elijah, shaking her head with a smile, before she shuts the door behind them, heading down to her car.

Samantha Jacobs: She trails after Michelle silently.

Elijah Phillips: Eli will keep an eye out the window to see that they'd gone.. give it some time.. then slip out himself.

Michelle Morgan: Once down to the car, she opens the door for Sam, letting her get in before shutting it and moving around to her side. She doesn't rush, though she's not exactly dawdling, either. Being efficient is more like it.

Elijah Phillips: ((thanks guys. *G* I have to run get dog food.))

Michelle Morgan: ((Thanks. *S*))

Samantha Jacobs: ((Bye! Thanks for the scene!)) Sam slides in quickly without a word.

Michelle Morgan: She pulls the parking ticket off her side--another headache for Larry to handle--and starts the car. "Talk to me, Samantha. Tell me what you're feeling."

Samantha Jacobs: "I hated God. I stopped believing on God, beacause I didn't believe he could let such suffering. But fuck dammit, there is a fucking God."

Michelle Morgan: "And apparently, he doesn't care." A sigh. "That fits, sadly."

Samantha Jacobs: "Fuck." She mutters.

Michelle Morgan: She looks to Sam as she drives off. "How does this make you feel, Sam?"

Samantha Jacobs: "Pissed. Really. Fucking. Pissed."

Michelle Morgan: "Okay. Why?" She drives on, calmly questioning. The same old practice. Same exercise as before.

Samantha Jacobs: "Because I just fucking convinced myself he didn't exist."

Michelle Morgan: "So what are you pissed at, exactly?"

Samantha Jacobs: "I don't know." She mumbles.