Trevor Clarke: ((You can set the scene, O Wise and Powerful ST))
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): Scene:
An upscale club in the northern edge of the Upper West Side, called the Vertigo. It's
trendy, it's popular, and they have a great mix of house & darker techno playing.
Trevor Clarke: *He sits at a table, watching those who are dancing and sipping a drink. Almost six months out of the Pit and he still marvels at these little pleasures...life is good*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): The
song playing is a moody, dark mix of "Send Me an Angel" by Purr Machine. The
dance floor is a throbbing mass of humanity, moving to the beat of the music.
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): ((Sorry,
retcon...the artist in question for this particular mix is Deadstar Assembly))
Trevor Clarke: *He smirks a little. Maybe he'll dance a little. He
looks for a dance partner, preferably female, attractive and alone*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): ((Gimme
a Per+Alertness))
Trevor Clarke: 2,2,8,5,
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): There's
a couple good candidates that Trevor spots. A Industragoth, maybe 24 or 25, very lithe,
well-built, is on the dance floor. There's a more subdued-style girl, black fishnet top
over a halter-top and miniskirt, on the edge of the dance floor, watching the scene.
Trevor Clarke: *He stands and moves up behind the more subdued
one, tapping her on the shoulder* Hello.
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
looks over her shoulder at him, smiling a little as she turns in his direction.
"Hello, back."
Trevor Clarke: Care to dance?
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
arches an intrigued eyebrow and nods, taking him by the hands and moving him out to the
dance floor.
Trevor Clarke: *He moves out onto the floor with her, matching his
movements to the beat of the song*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She's
a pretty good dancer, and she moves in perfect time with him, a little too close to be
just friendly, but not quite close enough to be considered intimate...not yet, anyway.
Trevor Clarke: *He smiles a bit at the closeness* So what's your
name?
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): "Ashley.
You?"
Trevor Clarke: Trevor. *As the song comes to an end* Looks like that
was a good song for me. *with a little wink*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
chuckles. "Seems so." She looks him over. "Want to get a drink?"
Trevor Clarke: Only if you let me buy. *offering her a gentlemanly
arm*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
smiles, and takes the arm, walking with him to the bar. "Rum and coke, if you don't
mind."
Trevor Clarke: Not at all. *Ordering the same for himself and
leading her back to his table* I like your outfit.
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): "This?"
She runs her hands over her torso, smiling. "Thanks. Glad to know it works." She
winks at him.
Trevor Clarke: Works? *RAE* And here I thought it was the song that
sent me an angel.
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
chuckles. "That was corny. But it works, too." She sips her drink, grinning to
him.
Trevor Clarke: It suits you. *Sipping his own* You come here often?
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
nods. "Yeah. Dancing's a good way to get some tension out after the weekly grind,
y'know?" She grins. "Plus, you can find some interesting people here, too."
Trevor Clarke: *He smiles* I know exactly what you mean. I don't
dance much, but I can appreciate meeting people. What do you do? *Sipping his drink*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): "EMT.
How about you?"
Trevor Clarke: I'm a vampire. *winking* Otherwise known as a lawyer.
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
gives a throaty chuckle. "Ah-hah. Then you fit in here. There's wannnabe vampires all
over the place. 'Least you're the real thing." She winks at him.
Trevor Clarke: *He nods, looking her over appreciatively* Care to go
for a walk in a little while, after some more dancing?
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
nods. "Sure, I can deal with that. Just warnin' ya, I'm a tae kwon do student, so no
funny business." It's said mostly in jest.
Trevor Clarke: *He laughs adn jokes* I'd be careful, sweetheart. I
can turn it around to make it look like you attacked me unnecisarily. *Finishing his drink
and standing, extending a hand*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
downs the rest of her drink in a swallow, then takes his hand, letting him lead her.
Trevor Clarke: *He leads her through a slow song, hands stroking
her back, testing how low he can go*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
doesn't object to however low he tries to go, moving along with him, moving in close.
Trevor Clarke: *Finally, his hands on her gorgeous bottom, he asks*
Care to come back to my place?
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
looks at him, and smiles. "I think I'd like that."
Trevor Clarke: *He chuckles and leads her from the club as the song
ends, pausing to grab their coats and putting an arm around her waist as they leave* So
what's it like being an EMT? *As they walk toward his condo*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
smiles, leaning into him. "Stressful beyond belief. But rewarding, when you can save
people. Depressing, when you can't."
Trevor Clarke: I'll bet your male patients appreciate having you
there. *He chuckles*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
shakes her head, laughing a little. "Yeah, those gunshot victims really like a hot
chick to look at as they die." It's said chidingly, but without malice behind it.
Trevor Clarke: You ever treat anyone who insists on you performing
their last rites?
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): "Twice.
Told 'em I'm not Catholic, and they weren't dying. Only one of them did."
Trevor Clarke: What religion are you?
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): "Episcopalian.
Catholic-lite, as I heard a comic say once."
Trevor Clarke: Heh. *He chuckles as they reach his condo* Come on
in. You want something to drink?
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
heads in with him, taking her coat off and nodding. "Surprise me."
Trevor Clarke: *He heads into the kitchen and starts mixing a
drink* Do you believe in angels, Ashley?
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
blinks at the question, and smiles. "Angels? You mean the real thing, or in a
metaphorical sense?"
Trevor Clarke: Either way. What's your thoughts? *Turning his back
slightly more to her as he shakes the drink so she can't see his lips move as he whispers
a few words of Enochian* ((Using "Insinuate"))
Trevor Clarke: 2,3,4,6,8,5,
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): 3,8,7,4,3,
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
shrugs. "Well, yeah, I believe in angels in a non-winged sense. As in, people who
will do amazing acts of genrosity, or save lives. But the whole white wing harp bit?"
She smiles, and shakes her head. "Naah."
Trevor Clarke: So sure about that? *pouring two drinks and walking
over to her, extending one*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
takes the drink from him, chuckling. "Yeah. Why, do you?"
Trevor Clarke: Not only do I believe in angels, I believe Lucifer
got a bad rap because history is written by the winners, not for any legitimate reason.
*He sips his drink* You could call it a hobby of mine.
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
takes a sip of her drink, smiling. "Strange hobby. But at least it's
interesting."
Trevor Clarke: You know the whole story about Adam and Eve and the
apple in Eden, right?
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
nods. "Of course."
Trevor Clarke: What would you say if I told you Lucifer gave Adam
and Eve knowledge because he loved and pitied them?
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): "I'd
say that's highly revisionist, but I'll go along with it for now." She folds her
arms, looking at him. "What's your proof?"
Trevor Clarke: Think about it. He's helped create intelligent beings
with incredible potential, but God wants to keep them ignorant, to know nothing but him
and remain ignorant of the world around them. What would any loving father do? Lock their
child in a dark room their entire life and try to keep them mental infants? Or help them
try to become more?
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
looks at him. "Okay...but I don't remember in the Bible where God was keeping man
ignorant. Maybe we read different Bibles."
Trevor Clarke: Read between the lines. God says he doesn't want man
to eat the Fruit of Knowledge because then man will be only one step removed from being
like him. I don't know about you, but to me, from a legal standpoint, it speaks of fear.
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
gives him a skeptical look, but nods. "Okay, I'll follow that line of logic, I
guess."
Trevor Clarke: This next part isn't in Genesis, but it's hinted at
in other parts of the Bible. You know about the Fall, right, where Lucifer and a third of
the angels were cast out of Heaven for rebelling against God? *Motions to the drink* Drink
up.
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
nods, and takes another drink. "Yeah..."
Trevor Clarke: The act of rebellion was convincing Adam and Eve to
eat the fruit, not an attack on God. Lucifer gave them self-awareness, and for that he and
his followers were banished. The thousand-year war followed, at the end of which the
fallen were cast into Hell. But not Lucifer.
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): "SO
what happened to him?" She smiles.
Trevor Clarke: That's the big question, isn't it? According to the
Bible, he still wanders the Earth, occasionally having contact with God. In the book of
Job, he makes a wager that he can turn a man's faith. In the New Testament, he tests
Jesus. How could he do any of those things if he were trapped in Hell?
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): "Maybe
he could get out of Hell." She shrugs.
Trevor Clarke: Not much of a punishment if you can leave whenever
you want, is it?
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
shrugs. "Okay, sure. What's the point of all this, though?"
Trevor Clarke: Just making conversation. *He chuckles a little*
Sorry. Not that romantic, is it? *sitting down beside her on the couch*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
grins. "It's okay. Everyone's got hobbies. Me, I studied the Kennedy assassination
for years when I was young. It was my obsession."
Trevor Clarke: Got any good conspiracy theories? *Letting an arm
drape across her shoulder as he sips his drink*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
nods. "Johnson did it. Lyndon Johnson. He was TOTALLY behind the whole thing."
Trevor Clarke: *He chuckles* Sounds as likely as anything else I've
heard. Did you see the article the Onion did on it?
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): "The
mock newspaper?" She shakes her head. "Nope."
Trevor Clarke: It said he was killed by the Freemasons,
Communists, Johnsons, Elders of Zion and a few others, by getting shot 147 times from 62
angles. *He chuckles*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): That
draws an honest laugh from her. "Nice." She finishes off her drink and sets the
glass down.
Trevor Clarke: Care to stay a while? *Setting his own drink aside*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
looks at him, and nods, smiling a little. "Sure."
Trevor Clarke: *He smiles a little and strokes some hair back from
her face, leaning in to kiss her*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
meets the kiss, gentle at first, her arm coming around his waist.
Trevor Clarke: *His lips part slightly, testing the waters with his
tongue as a hand rubs her waist, toying with the bottom hem of her shirt*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
opens her mouth and her tongue meets his. ((Shall we fast-forward?))
Trevor Clarke: ((Certainly))
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): ((So...))
After the fact, she lies in bed (or on the couch, wherever) with him, smiling.
"Mmmm." Like that was a full sentance.
Trevor Clarke: Enjoy that, did you? *stroking her body* You were
good.
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
chuckles, leaning against him. "You weren't half-bad yourself."
Trevor Clarke: You want to see something?
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
gets a playful grin. "Something I haven't seen up-close-and-personal yet?" She
winks. "Sure."
Trevor Clarke: *He chuckles, slipping out of the bed and tugging a
sheet with him, draping it about his body almost like a toga* You remember what I was
saying earlier about Lucifer's rebellion? You asked me what my proof was?
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
furrows her brow a little, still smiling. "Yeah..."
Trevor Clarke: *He smiles a little, then concentrates, sloughing off
his mortal shell for his true form* ((Rolling Faith))
Trevor Clarke: 5,9,8,
Trevor Clarke: *He rises to float a few inches above the ground, a
corona of multicolored, jewel-like light surrounding his form. Massive eagle wings sprout
from his shoulders and extend to a span of nearly eighteen feet, almost brushing the
opposite walls. His face and form are refined to inhuman perfection, radiant. He could
well be a god*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): 9,5,7,4,7,
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): "Holy
shit!" She leaps off the bed, backing up against the wall. Her expression is amazed,
enrapt, though she's obviously not gibbering.
Trevor Clarke: *He smiles gently, his voice ringing like a bell*
BE NOT AFRAID. I OFFER YOU NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH. I KNOW THE THINGS I DO OF THE FALL
BECAUSE I WAS THERE.
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
looks at him, eyes wide. "You were...you're an..." She blinks.
Trevor Clarke: I AM A FALLEN ANGEL. WE FOUGHT AND WE FELL FOR LOVE
OF YOU. *He extends a hand* TAKE MY HAND AND I WILL LEAD YOU TO GLORY, STRENGTHENING YOUR
SOUL AGAINST THE DARK OF THE WORLD.
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
steps forward, involuntarily, but stops. "H...how do I know that you're not..."
She stops, unable to complete the sentance. Afraid to, in the face of such might.
Trevor Clarke: LYING? *a soft smile* WHY WOULD I LIE TO ONE I LOVE
ENOUGH TO TURN AWAY FROM HEAVEN FOR?
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
swallows hard at that, and nods. "Y..." She sighs heavily, nodding again, and
reaching forward to take his hand.
Trevor Clarke: WHAT DO YOU DESIRE MORE THAN ANYTHING, ASHLEY?
*Sa-Holanim asks as he prepares to reshape her soul with her nascent faith*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): "I...I..."
She thinks. "I want to be able to save more people. I want to make more of a
difference."
Trevor Clarke: *a soft smile* DOES YOUR PROFESSION SOMETIMES REQUIRE
YOU TO VENTURE INTO DANGEROUS AREAS, SEARCHING FOR TRAPPED VICTIMS?
Trevor Clarke -> Ravyn (ST, not NPC): ((How much Faith does he have to work with?))
Ravyn (ST, not NPC) -> Trevor Clarke: ((She's a standard 2 Faith Mortal))
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
nods. "Y...yeah, sometimes."
Trevor Clarke: THEN YOU WILL BE GIFTED WITH INCREASED SENSES TO
FIND THEM. *As he takes the advantage his own form gives him and uses her Faith to reshape
her soul, gifting her with the same enhanced senses* ((Giving her "Sense the
Hidden" from the apocalyptic form))
Trevor Clarke: IN RETURN, YOUR FAITH WILL HELP TO SUSTAIN ME, AND
FOR THAT I AM ETERNALLY GRATEFUL. *His free hand comes up to caress her cheek, then he
leans in to kiss her on the forehead*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): The
feeling of the bond of Faith forming swirls between them, and she breathes in, surprised
at the feeling. And then it's done.
Trevor Clarke: *He lets the flesh overtake him once more, floating
back to the floor and resuming his limited, rather plain host body. He hugs Ashley
tightly* Thank you, Ashley.
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She's
more shocked then anything else, but she allows herself to be hugged, and even returns the
gesture, squeezing tightly.
Trevor Clarke: *He whispers* I have one more thing to tell you, a
way to contact me if you need my help. *He pauses* It is my name, and I have to ask that
you never speak it unless you really need me. Do you understand?
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
nods. "I do."
Trevor Clarke: *He nods* My name is Sa-Holanim. Whisper it when you
need me, and if I am able I will be there.
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
nods, committing it to memory. "O...okay."
Trevor Clarke: Now, why don't we go back to bed. We both need sleep.
*Slipping an arm about her waist and gently guiding her back to the bed*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
allows herself to be guided, many questions in her eyes...questions, she's decided, that
will wait for another day.
Trevor Clarke: One last thing. *As he curls up with her, gently
stroking her hair back from her head* It hardly needs to be said, but I want to drive the
point home. NEVER tell anyone about me, unless I've told you that it's all right to talk
to a particular person about me.
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
nods. "O....of course not." She actually manages a small smile.
Trevor Clarke: *He smiles a little* Now...any chance I can get your
phone number?
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): She
looks at him a long moment, and then laughs. Like they've grown far beyond the idea of
asking for a phone number. "Yeah, no problem."
Trevor Clarke: *He laughs, spooning with her and gently stroking her
body, nibbling her ear as they drift off to sleep*
Ravyn (ST, not NPC): ((Aaaand
FTB. *S*))