Da'at, Zahi, and C meet at the bar inside LAX..  Corat aka John Wyatt sits at the bar chatting with a pair of pilots.  He waves you over.

Zahira walks in wearing her normal jeans and t-shirt   She walks over, "Hello, haven't seen you in a long time." She has a warm smile

‹Corat› Hey

Corat is all warmth and joviality, though there's a hint of some heaviness there too   He is dressed comfortably, "business casual".  The two pilots are in uniform--that's how you know they're pilots. One is dark-skinned, possibly African or some sort of Creole.  You can tell he works out, even under the suit

‹Zahira› Sitting down next to him, "So how are you today?"

‹Corat› Not bad Sister.  Workin'

‹Da'at› walks in, taking his overcoat off and folding it on his arm. He quickly survays the bar and recognizing the two angels - walk up to them and takes a seat. "Good evening John, Zahira. Good to see you again"

‹Corat› Good middle-of-the-night, Glen  This (indicates the dark-skinned pilot) is Marty, and this is Steve.

(Both pilots offer handshakes)

‹Zahira› will shake each of their hands, "Nice to meet you."

 * Da'at shakes hands with the pilots though staying focused on Corat

 ‹Da'at› A pleasure

* Steve holds up his glass.  “Soda.  Working...”

‹Corat› These are the guys who'll be flying our plane tonight

* Corat looks well enough, though you can see that he's drinking from a wine glass

‹Zahira› smiling, "Well it's good to see you are nice and awake then"

‹Da'at› How are the skies tonight?

‹Marty› Clear sailing I think.  Weather report's good and nothing on the news

 * Marty has a faint and hard to place accent

‹Da'at› Wonderful. How long, would you say, the flight will be?

* Corat seems to sense the gaps in the conversation

‹Marty› Well, we pick up the plane when it comes in from Honolulu, we fly to San Francisco, about an hour.  On to Seattle (a couple more) hours, then to Denver.  Full shift.

‹Zahira› So you'll be staying with us for all the legs of the flight

‹Marty› Yes we will   I'll try not to make it too bumpy.  So you going to Denver?

‹Zahira› That's interesting.  I always just assumed that pilots only flew for one leg of a flight.

‹Marty› Oh heck no!  In fact we used to fly it from start to finish, but the airline got sick of the overtime.  It's actually cheaper for them to put the guy up here in LA than to pay Steve and I for the six hours over the ocean

‹Zahira› It's hard to imagine that putting someone up in this city would be cheaper than anything.

* Marty and the two others laugh at that

‹Corat› Marty--these folks are part of the 'boardroom' I was telling you about

* Marty nods, understanding.

‹Marty› You won't mind if I come back and say hello though?

* Marty looks at the two of you

‹Zahira› looks to Corat expectantly

‹Corat› Yeah.  I'll signal you if it's a bad time, maybe let the flight attendant know

 * Da'at gives Marty a warm smile

‹Da'at› Of course. Thank you.

* Corat is trying to read the room, to figure out who wants what.

 * Corat seems at a loss

‹Da'at› John? is everything alright?

‹Corat› Eh.  Just uh, the meeting tonight.  Didn't know if maybe...you want to talk?

‹Da'at› I'd be delighted. Would you prefer if we found a more quite place?

‹Corat› I just got the feeling...well, haven't seen you in a week.  That'll work.  Marty, Steve, catch you later?

‹Da'at› "Gentlemen." Inclines his head to the pilots. and follows C

Zahira takes a seat, she still has her smile and cherry disposition, but doesn't seem as nervous anymore.  Or cheery even.

‹Corat› Don't worry about them Zahi.  Good people

‹Da'at› Da'at will - if possible take the seat facing C. "You've known them long?"

‹Corat› Yeah, years.  Marty's been flying this route almost as long as I have

 ‹Da'at› How have you been doing this week and a half ?

‹Corat› He's recently married...

* Corat sighs

 ‹Corat› Long week and change.  Working the Air Marshall gig mostly.  Went to the Breckenridge funeral.  Being the Air Marshall gives you a lot of time to sit and do nothing

‹Da'at› How was it?

 * Corat shrugs

‹Corat› It was a funeral.

‹Zahira›Is his mother alright?

‹Corat› ((You don't have to be a Seraph to know he is terribly understating that))

‹Corat› She'll be fine.  She's got Glen now, her older son.  That was huge

‹Zahira› That's good to hear.  How about you?

‹Corat› Some of...me?

‹Da'at› yes. You. How are you?

‹Corat› Lots of the kid's friends were there...Rina was there...

‹Zahira› I was wondering how you were doing?  I'm afraid I got here late so I don't know how to expect you to take everything.

* Corat gets a WTF look on his face, fleetingly

‹Corat› It was a hard week.  I'll be glad when it's over

‹Zahira› “Well if there is anything that I can do to help that's what I'm here for."  Her smile makes it obvious that she really does want to be useful

* Corat reaches over for a brief hug

‹Corat› Thanks luv

‹Da'at› a little bitter smile is on Da'at lips as he asks: "What did you want to talk about?"

‹Corat› You mean tonight, or just now?

‹Zahira› hmmm... How about we start with just now and then more on to tonight if there is time?

‹Da'at› "Start with now, we'll get to later" His smile warms up.

‹Corat› Fair enough.  Just now--wanted away from ears in case you didn't want to make small talk with people you don't know.  And you know, how's your week been.   How did...(hesitation, as though he's not sure he wants to know) last weekend go?

‹Zahira› It's been ok, I've been trying to undo some of the damage I caused.

‹Corat› Damage?

‹Da'at› nothing we couldn't handle. there were some glitches but everybody pulled off their part.

* Corat looks at Zahi, and then Da'at

‹Zahira› I see you haven't been briefed.  I thought that remnants were human- long story.  Anyway when he became a remnant- I thought we could save him and told Rina-el that.  Then her and Shem got in a fight.  It all worked out, but it was messy between us.

* Corat laughs, wearily.

‹Corat› Those two at it again?

‹Zahira› Well I don't know about the past, but this time was my fault I'm afraid.

‹Corat› I tell you, if I didn't adore her, and need them both around... What was it you told me about forgiving yourself?

‹Zahira› laughs a bit, "That doesn't mean I can't try and fix it in the process.  I've been talking to him to see if I can help them find a compromise."

* Corat is clearly pleased at this

‹Zahira› Perhaps that's why I stumbled into this group- I'm more suited to talking, but not opposed to violence.

‹Da'at› ah - then you have been luckier then I. Jasmin has been busy all week and couldn't meet.

‹Corat› (to Zahi) You sound like Kyle.

‹Zahira› Who?   I had a brief meeting with Shen, but that was about all I could manage so far. 

‹Corat› (to Da'at) I wonder what she's been doing?

‹Corat› Kyle.  A Cherub I know on The Corps.  He's usually their face man because he can be so reasonable

‹Zahira› Sounds like a kind comparison then.

‹Da'at› You know her longer than I do, I'm afraid. She probably needed some time to clear her head.

‹Corat› Yeah, I've known her, God...centuries.  Been through a few Roles in that time, but we keep in touch

 ‹Zahira› Then maybe you can give me some clues to help work things out.

‹Corat› I'll try

‹Zahira›  I'm thinking that if I could get her to be a bit more formal with Shen it would go a long way toward getting him to be a bit less formal with her.  Just not sure how to convince her

‹Corat› More formal with Shenmachel?  That's not easy.

‹Da'at› I agree. but it can be done. But to be frank - I'm also worried about you.

‹Corat› She wins folks over by being friendly.  I've tried to set an example on that, going with titles, but she didn't follow

‹Zahira› Well I plan to talk to her directly to try and find a way to help.  He seems to be willing to try a bit at least

* Corat looks at Da'at for just a second

‹Corat› Just tell her that he likes that.  I mean, really makes him happy to hear all the titles and formalities and stuff

‹Zahira› Zahira will look at Corat- like she's waiting on him to answer Da'at

‹Corat› Call it etiquette?

* Corat endures a moment of uncomfortable silence... and sighs

‹Corat› Why are you worried about me?

‹Zahira› I'll try that approach.  How about you- are you ok.  Is there anything we can do to help you?  Because Da'at and the others are.  If that many all feel they need to worry about you then there is most likely a good reason.

Zahira seems to be waiting expectantly on Da'at to fill in a more concrete reason

‹Da'at› Why? because you are worthy of it. Because you've had a lot on you these few weeks. Because you are trying to pass of an event that obviously made an impact on you as trivial.

* Corat leans over, as though physically in pain

‹Corat› It's over

‹Zahira› Not knowing what to say she will reach out and cently squeze his hand

‹Corat› There's nothing I can do about it now

* Corat pulls away

‹Da'at› Yes. you can talk. You can let us help with understanding and accepting and handling the aftermath.

*Zahira places her hands back in her lap and look a bit nervous, not really knowing enough about Corat to know what approach to take

‹Corat› He's dead.  A demon is dead.

‹Da'at› Yes. But he wasn't "A" demon. Was he?

‹Corat› A demon that made contact with a Loa and tried to start World War Fucking Three, is dead.  Not that he could have pulled it off.

‹Zahira› But you were involved with the family and I have no idea what kind of ripples there is in the family.  Or having to talk about it like it was a tragedy.  Knowing the truth and not being able to tell the family.  Knowing that if they knew what had happened they wouldn't understand.  I'm sure that there is more that I'm missing too.

‹Corat› Glen actually mentioned to some folks that his little brother had been a demon.  Luckily, I suppose, he was blowing it off as a joke.

‹Zahira› All those little things that you have to deal with that the rest of us don't since we just swept in.  We can't deal with them for you, but we can talk and help you deal with them. Does glen know?

‹Corat› Tasteless.  I guess Pepito had Kobalite gifts I didn't know about.

 * Corat says that last with some anger

‹Da'at› True. But that's not it either. You weren't there last weekend. Why?

‹Corat› It isn't fair  I was ordered not to be.

‹Da'at› Yes. I know. and still - Pepito is just "A" demon?

‹Zahira› Do you know why?

‹Corat› No, not really.  Got the orders secondhand.  Not even positive from whom, Archangelwise

‹Da'at› You have no idea why? 

* Da'at smiles slightly

‹Corat› I could guess, but I'd be guessing

‹Da'at› then guess.

‹Corat› I got the orders on All Soul's Night, from Ulysses, the commander of the Corps unit.  Someone called it in to him.  Meaning the decision was made that night

‹Zahira› "I'm sorry.  Surely there was a good reason though."  She still has the confidence in Heaven of a newly redeemed and it is obvious in her tone of voice when she says this

‹Corat› Lots of phone calls went around that night...  My guess is one of our little crew convinced his or her Superior that Pepito was a danger to me.

‹Da'at› was he?

* Corat has noticed that you're driving at this, and isn't too happy about it

‹Corat› He was a little Impudite, not very bright, holding down a role which made him too hard to finish off

Zahira just waits patiently- unsure of what to say at this junction

‹Corat› So I had to minimize his impact on those around him. Which was mostly easy.  He wasn't very bright

* Corat comes to some realization, and looks off into the distance

‹Da'at› And?

*Rina-el walks in, sees everyone, offers hugs and sits down She gives Corat a penetrating look..

‹Rina-el›  Sorry I'm late.. Traffic.

‹Rina-el› Is everything alright?

‹Zahira› Smiling at both of them, "Hello"

Mitch enters the bar soon after Rina and joins them at the table "Hello."

* Corat doesn't answer for a minute, seemingly deep in thought.   He looks up and puts on a smile, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

‹Da'at› "Hello Jasmin, Mitch. How have you been?" His gaze is still on C.

‹Corat› Hey Jasmine, Mitch.  Glad you could join us

 *Mitch orders a beer and glances between Corat and Da'at "Is everything alright?"

*Rina-el adds a request for tea..

‹Corat› It's alright.

* Corat sips at his wine

*Rina-el looks at C and Da'at..

‹Rina-el› What's going on?

‹Corat› Did I mention I've known her forever? 

‹Zahira› Just talking things over for the meeting.  Talking about what happened.

 * Rina-el smiles at him fondly, but there's something hard in her gaze..

‹Da'at› "Indeed". He smiles. 

‹Rina-el› Care to fill me in?

* Corat looks pointedly at Da'at

‹Mitch› Mitch nods "How is Pepito's mother dealing with things?”

* Corat looks to Rina-el

‹Corat› She looked okay to me.  I think getting her other son back really did help

* Rina-el raises an eyebrow at Corat..

‹Rina-el› Makes sense, that..

*Zahira just watches trying to figure out the new dynamic

* Rina-el raises an eyebrow at Da'at, too..

‹Rina-el› C, what's going on?

* Da'at smiles at Rina-el.

‹Corat› I was just...going to lie in front of a Seraph.  Hi Mitch.

 * Corat hides frustration behind a smile

 ‹Corat› We were just talking about Pepito.

 ‹Mitch› Mitch gives Corat a small smile "Not normally a wise thing to do Corat. Have you filled in on what happened?”

 ‹Da'at› Yes. Mitch - impecable timing. 

 ‹Rina-el› Right.. Once again. C, Glen, *WHAT* is going on?

 ‹Mitch› Mitch looks closely at Corat "What was the lie you were going to tell?”

 * Corat laughs

‹Corat› Nice try Mitch.

‹Da'at› Da'at raises an eyebrow, obviously surprised by Rina-el's reaction. "I was offering advice to Corat. Are you ok, Jasmine? I've been trying to reach you this week..."

‹Mitch› Mitch simply smiles and sips his beer

 ‹Zahira› I thought we were supposed to trust each other and work together?

‹Rina-el› I would be interested in hearing this advice, Da'at.. Sorry, I've been busy and a little out of touch this week.

* Corat attempts to put his arm over Zahi's shoulder, briefly, affectionately

 ‹Corat› You're sweet.  (to Da'at) Yes, what is this advice?

‹Mitch› Yes, she is, but it is also true.

‹Rina-el› Rina smiles at Zahira, including Corat.. "Yes, you are!"

‹Corat› Mm-hmm.  Tell me Mitch--do you think there is ever a time when a lie is appropriate?

‹Mitch› Mitch ponders that for a moment "My Seraph natures tells me no, but I must admit that sometimes Trade is  better handled with a small white lie once in a very great while. But in most situations, no."

‹Da'at› Da'at laughs surprised and smiles at Zahira. "You are wonderful Zahira." To Corat: "It is clear to me that you need to accept things as they are. I would be glad to help in that if I could".

* Corat Listens to the room for a minute

‹Corat› I have a Discord, Da'at.  I don't know when, or how, I got it. 

* Rina-el slides over and hugs Corat

‹Corat› I only became aware of it on All Soul's Night, though it seems it's been there longer than that

‹Da'at› Ah... Finally. Yes. I know. I sensed it last time we met.

‹Mitch› Mitch frowns slightly "A Discord? That is troubling."

‹Corat› (mildly sarcastic) Yes it is

‹Rina-el› We've been really worried about you, Windy.. Why didn't you talk to me?

* Corat gives that WTF look again

‹Corat› Because I didn't know

‹Mitch› Mitch ignores the tone of voice "What are you going to do about it?"

‹Da'at› I also were able to understand from the Imp that he has been a major influence on that discord of yours. I believe THAT is why you were ordered to be away.

‹Rina-el› She sighs, then hugs him again..

* Corat is not accepting hugs at this time...

* Rina-el seems to stiffen slightly at the mention of the Imp

‹Corat› (coldly) he what?

‹Rina-el› (She's used to his not accepting hugs, she simply lets go and gives him room..)

‹Da'at› Corat, do you understand the nature of your discord?

‹Corat› Claustrophobia.  I get wiggy when I feel locked in

‹Rina-el› Yeah, Windy.. He was given instructions on how to spin you into Discord.. Because of your anger - which *wasn't* aimed at him. C, what happened?

‹Corat› (to Rina) What do you mean, what happened?

‹Rina-el› What made you so *angry*?

‹Mitch› That's troubling for a pilot. But I ask, what are you going to do about it? Confessing to Janus sounds simplest.

* Corat thinks on that, long and hard.  The thousand-yard stare...

‹Da'at› I see. Corat, look at your reactions when he is brought up. You've become angry twice in this conversation alone at the mention of him

* Corat looks briefly at each of you, and then back into the stare

‹Corat› Where's Shenmachel?

* Rina-el mutters something under her breath

‹Mitch› Mitch shakes his head "I'm not sure, I hope he joins us."

‹Corat› He should hear this

‹Mitch› Which part?

‹Corat› The part I haven't said yet. And I'm not a pilot.  I sit in the back and watch for trouble.  The fact that the plane's moving seems to offset the phobia.  Wind...

‹Mitch› Mitch says softly "Well, are you willing to talk about it without him here?”

‹Corat› Alright.  Yes, to that.  Maybe he can get the short version later.

* Corat looks over to the two pilots, and the empty  lounge

 ‹Corat› I can't watch for listeners and tell this too.  Looks safe enough.  If we go on board Derek can watch to make sure we're not overheard, but he'll overhear.  So will Velga, but she already knows

* Rina-el sips at her tea, attentively listening..

‹Corat› And that's part of the trouble, Mitch.  Janus already knows. Confessing, isn't productive

‹Mitch› And who are Derek and Velga?

* Corat breathes easier at the diversion

‹Corat› Derek is the Seneschal of the Janus tether.  Velga's my boss, under Michael

‹Mitch› Mitch raises an eyebrow "And he's doing nothing about it? Does he want you to deal with it yourself somehow?"

‹Corat› Since it happened.  There's not a lot he can do.

‹Rina-el› Rina-el looks at Corat, startled.. "Since when, C?"

‹Corat› I got stuck in an argument between Michael and Dominic, and I lost.

‹Zahira› Do you maybe have to come to terms with it and figure out how it happened before it can be effectively dealt with?

* Corat waits for the implications to sink in

‹Rina-el› What? How? When? C, why is this the first I'm hearing about this stuff?!

‹Zahira› Argument between Michael and Dominic?

‹Mitch› Mitch blinks "Just what was the argument between Michael and Dominic about?"

‹Corat› The argument.  Because I'm  not proud of it, Rina.  I'd rather forget it ever happened.  And you help me forget.

Rina-el immediately softens at that, blushing slightly..

‹Mitch› What argument? What am I missing?

‹Corat› What is appropriate behavior for War

‹Mitch› Mitch nods "The trial. How were you involved in this argument?”

‹Corat› Right.

*Rina pales as she thinks about what that means.

* Corat is clearly struggling to get this out, tactfully, correctly

‹Corat› When I was first fledged, I was a pilgrimage angel.  We guided pilgrims to Mecca, Jerusalem, Canterbury...other sites.  Got them there safely  That's where I learned the bow

*Mitch leans forward, listening carefuly.

‹Corat› Not just the Lord's sites though.  We guided them spiritually, and we didn't limit ourselves to people who were already halfway there.  Janus is a hard one to reach.  He's not big on giving instructions.  So we largely chose who to guide, and where.

Zahira listens- seeming to be afraid that if she interupts him he won't finish

* Corat pauses. He waits.  Watches to see if anyone understands yet, or if he has to continue

Mitch nods at him to continue

‹Corat› I chose Yasukuni  Shrine

‹Zahira› so you used to work with the ethereals?

‹Corat› No.  I did not work with them.

‹Mitch› Where is that found?

* Rina-el raises her head, looking at C, surprised..

‹Corat› It's in Tokyo. I guided pilgrims to sites that happened to worship ethereals. 

‹Zahira› Ok, so far I don't see a huge problem.  Faith is a good thing most of the time.

‹Mitch› Why did you chose that site and not another?

‹Corat› I don't know.  It hadn't been done before.

* Da'at nods in understanding

‹Corat› There was a Triad sniffing around.  We Windies kind of get used to that  But they took exception.

‹Mitch› Oh, when was this by the way? How long ago?

‹Corat› 1972, give or take. There was a trial

 ‹Da'at› Corat - What happened with Dominic?

* Rina-el puts some things together and her face shows that she's realized something..

 * Corat waits.  Hopes...

‹Rina-el› Oh, Windy! Seriously!

*Mitch simply frowns "What were the charges?”

‹Corat› Promoting a pagan war cult.  Condoning premeditated suicide. Condoning moral relativism.

‹Rina-el› Dominic doesn't do anything halfway, does he?

‹Zahira› she looks absolutely shocked, "But you were just trying to help people."

‹Corat› It wasn't him personally.  The Triad, a Cherub and two Seraphim

‹Mitch› A blank look appears on Mitch's face "Err, perhaps you should tell us more about the Ethereals that were worshiped at the shrine. It is my understanding that most Japanese deities were fairly peaceful."

‹Rina-el› Except that he was doing so under the "wrong" Archangel, Zahira.. Things really aren't *that* much better on this side.

‹Corat› They were Ethereals.  The Triad didn't care what kind.  And ultimately...that wasn't...

* Corat is upset, confused

‹Mitch› Mitch frowns at Rina "I must disagree, Janus and Dominic have their differences of opinion, but he is an Archangel, and a Seraph, he must be fair.”

‹Rina-el› And Dominic and Michael, Mitch?

* Rina-el mutters.. "or something" is partially clear..

‹Mitch› That seems to me to be mostly on Michael's side, Dominic certainly has no official policy of harassing Michael or his Servitors. But we can discuss this later, I wish to hear Corat's story.

‹Corat› Nothing official, no.  But you've worked for Janus long enough, you know they hang around

* Rina-el nods

* Zahira looks shocked at the way they seem to be bickering

‹Da'at› Corat - I understand all this - but how is this connected to here and now?

‹Corat› You asked me what I was angry about, and somehow we got talking about this

‹Rina-el› C, honey.. What happened at the Trial?

‹Corat› I was pulled off the pilgrimage for one thing.  I never got to see what happened to those people.

Mitch sighs "Yes, I'm sure there are individual Judgment servitors who harass both Windys and War."

 *Mitch falls quiet as Corat continues

‹Corat› The Seraph and the Cherub of Judgment were split.  One for, one against.  The third, a Seraph of the Sword, was (his voice cracks) undecided

He could not decide

‹Mitch› Mitch frowns "What was a Seraph of the Sword doing judging a trial? Why didn't the third member of Triad have a voice?"

‹Corat› He was the third member. IST Judgment.  He did decide, eventually, though. 

‹Mitch› And what was his judgment?

‹Corat› Michael sent a repre...someone to talk to him.  This was a war shrine after all. The Swordsman was offended at the tampering, and voted guilty.

 * Rina-el raises her hand in an abortive gesture of starting a hug, then pauses, thinking twice about it, and puts her hand down..

 * Corat 's voice trails off, and he's exhausted at the memory

‹Rina-el› Oh, Windy. I'm so sorry!

 * Corat closes his eyes to hide the tears, but holds a hand up to Rina as though to say "stop"

‹Mitch› Mitch frowns a bit "He used bad judgment then. I hope you discussed the matter with his superior."

* Corat starts a smartass remark, but can't follow through

‹Mitch› Did you appeal the matter?

‹Corat› (very quietly) No.

‹Rina-el› Why not, C?

‹Mitch› Mitch tilts his head "Why not?"

‹Corat› I was promoting a pagan war cult.  A noble one maybe, but I did it.  Judgment isn't about technicalities

‹Mitch› So you felt that you were guilty?

‹Rina-el› So? If the deciding vote was biased.

* Rina-el 's voice trails off..

‹Corat› I did what they said I did

* Zahira seems very conflicted as she hears the story

‹Mitch› What was the sentence?

‹Corat› Off pilgrimages.  Until further notice.  Probably forever.

* Rina-el cringes

‹Mitch› And you feel that was fair?

‹Rina-el› Mitch, how,by all that is holy, could that be fair?!

‹Corat› (crying, looks up at the pilots who don't seem to have noticed) I was nearly the Word of Pilgrimage.  How can I feel that was fair??

* Rina-el looks at Corat, shocked

‹Rina-el› And you *didn't* fight this? C, what's wrong with you?

‹Mitch› Mitch winces "I'm sorry to hear that.”

‹Zahira› Then why not appeal it, the fact that you did it, does not make it wrong.  Appeal on the fact that you did what was right.

‹Mitch› Mitch nods "Yes, you should have appealed.”

‹Corat› I DID WHAT THEY SAID I DID.  You don't think I argued that?

* Corat is getting quite worked up

‹Rina-el› And you *didn't do anything wrong* C, you're usually not stupid, either!

‹Corat› You don't think I explained to them about virtues?  About sacrifice?  About the inherent unselfishness of that culture??

‹Zahira› You promoted faith, perhaps I could talk to someone above me.  Maybe Khalid could help.

* Corat takes a few deep breaths

‹Mitch› Were the people worshiping a member of the Japanese Pantheon?

‹Corat› Yes.  Gods and ancestors.  Yes. And war heroes.  And that's where Michael also comes in.

‹Rina-el› Mitch, what difference does that make? It shouldn't be C's job to determine who can get the benefits of a pilgrimage and who can't, based on what they believe!  Unless you want to tell me now that Khalid had it right, before - that only a certain belief deserves to be valued and encouraged? And that the rest can - literally - go to Hell?

*Corat takes a napkin to his eyes.  He notices the pilots getting up and waves at them.  With some effort he normalizes his voice.

‹Corat› We'll be up in a minute

‹Zahira› Were they honorable?  Were the things that they promoted in keeping with people meeting their destiny or their fates?

‹Corat› Rina-el...that was a minor point.  Suicide.  Premeditated suicide.

‹Mitch› Buddism or Shintoism?

‹Rina-el› Which is only wrong in *some* traditions. *not* something you should have been judged on at all, anyway!

‹Corat› (to Mitch) Kind of both.  Fairly typical for Japanese folks to mix the two.

* Rina-el is very, very upset.  She is practically shouting, towards the end.. 

* Corat snort-laughs, it almost comes out a sneeze

‹Corat› You can imagine my reaction when Velga told me to chat up Ryuki, after that...

* Rina-el looks at C in astonishment

‹Mitch› Well Buddhism is a Divine religion. Did you argue that they were sending essence to Heaven by worshipping there?

‹Corat› I argued that Divine believers weren't the only ones needed guidance.

‹Corat› (aside, to Rina-el)  Not a word to him about this.

‹Rina-el› Wow, you *think?

‹Mitch› Mitch says half to himself  "And you could have honestly argued that you were promoting Heavenly values by nudging them closer to Buddhism and away from Shintoism. Or trying to influence the Shinto gods though their worshipers.”

‹Corat› Shinto reveres family and nation, cleanliness, patience.

 ‹Mitch› Yes, but they've currently made a pact with Nybbas. They were hit hard by the Purity Crusades.

‹Corat› I know.  I wasn't interested in their gods.  I was guiding people.  Like I always had.

*Zahira just sits listening, trying to figure out the things that she was not told during her debriefings

‹Corat› Heck, I'd led people to Plymouth Rock, not a peep.

‹Mitch› Mitch rubs his chin "I wonder why the Triad simply did not tell you to take up a different site rather then ban you totally from pilgrimages.”

‹Corat› "Poor judgment"

‹Mitch› After all it was not the idea of pilgrimages they objected to, simply this one.

‹Rina-el› C, why didn't you fight back?!

‹Corat› I did fight back.  I argued in my own defense.  I argued for the virtues of those people.  That, and Michael interfered.

‹Rina-el› "interfered?!”

‹Corat› Sending his servitor to talk to the undecided Seraph.  I understand Janus chewed his ear off for that...

‹Mitch› Yes, but if the Seraph of the Sword was influenced by his annoyance at the interference he was just not judging justly and you could have appealed that it seems.

‹Corat› I didn't.  I was crushed.  Really, that's what it came down to.  I was past fighting.

Mitch leans forward "It's not too late. You could probably still appeal."

‹Rina-el› You should have told me, Corat. I would have found some way to help!

* Corat shakes his head.

‹Corat› Michael tried to...well, he helped, in his way.  He couldn't force the issue without dealing with that old argument.  But Janus made it clear--you broke it, you fix it

‹Mitch› Appeal the sentence at least. Argue for a lesser penalty

‹Zahira› "Perhaps I could somehow help?"  She doesn't sound anywhere near as sure of herself as she was earlier

‹Mitch› Mitch nods "Perhaps a neutral third party such as Marc could help or yes, Faith."

‹Corat› Help?  You either help me to understand what I did wrong, or you tell Dominic's Triad that they were wrong. You're willing to throw yourself into an Archangel feud.

* Corat is incredulous.  And very flattered.

‹Mitch› Dominic's triads are not the sole arbiters of right and wrong. You can appeal above them, to the Seraphim Council if needed.

‹Rina-el› You didn't do anything wrong! That's what we keep trying to tell you! You should go and argue that the Triad made a bad call and they were too harsh!

‹Mitch› A Word is on the line after all, thats nothing to sneeze at.

 ‹Corat› Except now I've got a mission for Michael.  Two of them actually, but that's another story. I can't abandon that, Pilgrimage or no.

‹Mitch› Mitch nods at Rina.  "Exactly."

‹Zahira› "If the ethereals in question were allied with Beleth then you were assisting in providing her with essence to use against heaven in the war.  If that was not happenning how does the idea of suicide work?"  She looks specifically to Da'at.  "We've already seen that the metaphysics I learned prior to redemption are questionable."

‹Mitch› By the way if Janus was so annoyed about Michael interfering in the trial why did he allow you to go into service with him?

‹Corat› That, that's kind of a funny story

* Corat smiles a bit now

‹Mitch› Do tell.

‹Corat› It was quoted to me "You broke him, you fix him".  So Michael put me on the Corps. Well, boot camp.  Never quite made the cut, but they didn't really expect me to.

‹Rina-el› Really? and you *conveniently* forgot to tell me *that*, too.

* Rina-el gives C a withering look

* Corat smiles, perhaps glad for the familiar tone

‹Corat› I was a wreck.  The honor of training with Michael's elite and oh yeah, 'round the clock ass-kicking.  For 12 weeks I didn't have time to do anything but train and follow orders.

‹Zahira› I wish I knew what to say.

‹Rina-el› C, while I'm glad I'm *finally* hearing about this, how is this connected to your getting Discordant?

‹Corat› Fixed me right up.  Well, apparently not all the way.

‹Mitch› Mitch nods "I've heard about their training sessions. Brutal, but useful."

‹Corat› I'm angry.  (Yes, they are).  Look at yourselves, hearing about this.  You're willing to throw yourselves in front of the oldest grudge in Heaven.  But what did it serve me to be angry at a Triad?  At Dominic?  At Michael?  That's treason.

‹Da'at› no it isn't Corat!

‹Rina-el› Not when they were *wrong*, C!

‹Corat› Were they?  I've never really understood that.

Mitch simply nods at Corat to go on.

‹Corat› I did what I did.  I argued my case, and at least one Seraph believed I was wrong. I'm sure Dominic got the report, and he didn't fall over himself to change it.

‹Zahira› Perhaps if you tried to kill them, or went along doing what you were banned from doing, but arguing and appealing doesn't seem like treason.

‹Corat› Wanted to wring Archangel neck...yeah...

‹Da'at› Then why are you angry?? Because you think they're wrong. So did Michael. Did he commit treason?

‹Rina-el› Zahira, we don't try to kill our own, no matter how angry we get at them.. Even when they're wrong.

‹Corat› Michael is Michael.  Pardoned by the Lord Himself.  Guilty, but not condemned.  He was wrong, then...?

‹Zahira› That's what I was saying- perhaps if he did that it would be treason, but that isn't the same as just being angry at them.

‹Corat› There is one other thing.  We, um, have a job to do.  Much as I wish I'd gotten you all together for me...let's kind of remember Little Boss, and the Baron...

‹Mitch› Mich nods

‹Rina-el› Why, are you not important enough, C?

‹Corat› Speaking of..  (his phone rings)

‹Corat› Yeah, on the way in.

‹Rina-el› It looks like most of us think you're worth fighting for!

‹Corat› Thank you luv.  But I won't have another War started over me.  Nobody wins that.

‹Rina-el› Why are you so sure it will be a War? Seriously, C, we're not all incompetent!

‹Corat› Maybe you can mention it to Velga...she knows all this, but well, Elokite...  Sorry Da'at.

* Da'at raises an eyebrow

‹Mitch› It won't come to that, we simply have a unjust sentence to put right.

‹Zahira› Well why don't we look at what we're supposed to do now, and look into taking time to think about the rest of this

‹Da'at› We do have a job to do. And the job needs you able and fit. And let me say one more thing about the subject

‹Mitch› Yes, what's the job Corat?

‹Corat› Yes.  And we have to involve Shenmachel.  My hunch is he's here by way of Dominic.  Great person to test out the argument on.

* Corat leads you towards the plane

‹Rina-el› Hold on! Da'at, what were you saying?

‹Corat› We had to find out what the Baron is, and we did.  And what he wants, and whether and how to stop him

‹Mitch› Is that the job, finding out how to stop him?

‹Corat› Near as I know.  When I first got the mission it sounded like Janus giving orders.  "Go here, see what happens, do something"

‹Zahira› Well if we find him possessing someone I can be a bit of help

‹Corat› Oh nice!

: * Rina-el gives *everyone* a withering glare

: * Da'at quit

‹Corat› What???

‹Mitch› Mitch peers at Rina "What's wrong?”

‹Rina-el› Nevermind..

‹Corat› It’s a standard 767, clean and scrupulously maintained.  You’re greeted by a lean young man with an animated voice who greets you affectionately yet professionally.  His name tag reads ‘Derek’, and he directs you to your seats near the back of the plane as though you’re just another set of passengers.  On your way back you see a handful of other passengers spread out through the front of the plane including a man in business class sleeping under a blanket, a lock of sable hair peeking over the top of it, the seat belt dutifully buckled over it.  Two older guys in business suits recognize ‘John Wyatt’ and look up from their conversation to say hello, then decide just to wave when they see he is not alone.  Further back, in coach, a pair of blond guys, clearly brothers, rest bleary-eyed in their seats;  unlike the guy in the expensive seats they apparently did not sleep through the landing.  A lone teenaged girl plays with a video game, oblivious to your entrance.  A middle-aged woman sits up and reads, seemingly jaded to the hour of the night.

The tether itself seems to simply be the back section, carefully sequestered from the rest of the world by your 'flight attendant'

‹Mitch› Mitch leans over and whispers to Corat "Where is the plane going? I shouldn't leave my shop for days on end."

‹Corat› Just to Denver, though this should only take a minute.  I can ask Marty to hold us on the tarmac for a little bit.

‹Mitch› Mitch nods "So, what's the job?"

‹Zahira› "I had just assumed we were flying out and back in." looks to Corat for confirmation

‹Corat› Commercial jet, though we can get a return ticket.  Really, this will only take a minute

‹Rina-el› Well?

* Zahira will sit where directed and wait for things to begin

‹Corat› ((There is a Disturbance near the back of the plane--someone coming through the tether))

‹Mitch› Mitch turns to see who's arriving.

‹Corat› and then you see her.  A woman, tall and lean with impossibly green eyes, lounges back in the seat—well, as nearly as anyone can lounge in a coach airplane seat.  She nods to each of you pleasantly as you sit down, inviting half of you to occupy the row behind her.  “Hello, I’m Velga.”  She lets her name go to the celestial hum you’ve become familiar with, and you know that it is short for Velvet Glove.

* Rina-el nods at her

: ‹Zahira› Hello I'm Zahira

‹Mitch› Mitch stands and Sings "Mitchim, Seraph of Trade."

* Velga stands and accepts the handshakes. She looks to Corat, starts to say something, and sees...or perhaps resonates.

‹Velga› I see.  I was hoping to watch your little group in action, but this is unexpected  I'd still like you to stay on board and give me your reports, but maybe...  But I'll follow you, if need be.  We won't have to worry about listeners.  I've brought you a present.

Ih’Ivelga (to use her proper name—Iron Hand in Velvet Glove) pulls out six little velvet boxes, and hands one to each of you.  “A gift, from Michael.  Actually more of a loan, something he feels you should have on this mission.  Go ahead, open it.  I think you’ll find them useful.”

‹Mitch› Mitch accepts the box and opens it, peering inside.

* Rina-el looks at the offered box..

* Zahira opens the box

‹Rina-el› C, I don't know about this..

‹Corat› Trust me.  She's a little rough around the edges, but I don't think she'll do you wrong

‹Velga› Inside each box is a pocket knife, with the classical portrait of the Archangel Michael on it—steel breastplate, hairless face, driving a lance into a bat-winged devil at his heel.  It is clear to your celestial senses however that these are no ordinary pocketknives—they are relics.  Velga watches the look of comprehension on your faces.

‹Rina-el› I'm not War, C.. I *really* don't know about this.

‹Corat› It's alright Rina.  We need you.  I need you.

* Rina-el hardens.

‹Mitch› Mich picks it up and studies it "What do they do?”

‹Velga› “Inside each of those little tchotchkes  is the Vassal of War distinction.  If you want to Speak, you hold it up to your lips like this,” the gesture appears almost a blessing or a kiss, and then her voice switches to celestial, coming impossibly from her human lips, “and you will be able to speak from your vessels.  Others will just hear a little tune, of course.  This will last for the duration of the combat, or the argument as the case may be.  You’ll have to reactivate it then, and I understand it’s got three Essence charges in it.  After that you’re using your own, though it should still work.”

‹Rina-el› No, C, you don't. If you did, I wouldn't be pulled in the middle of something that has been brewing for years without knowing about it. I can't commit to something like this.

‹Velga› You like?

* Velga arches an eyebrow at Rina-el

* Zahira nodding, "thank you."

‹Mitch› Mitch smiles and nods "Yes, I assume he'll want them back in good condition afterwards?" He bows slightly to Velga "I thank you and your Superior for this loan."

‹Velga› But Angel of Flowers, you know Los Angeles.  We have reason to believe that is his base of operations. (to Mitch) If it's possible, please.

‹Rina-el› I'm sorry, Velga. I appreciate the offer, but I can't do this. Of course I'll follow what's going on in Los Angeles! But…

* Velga rolls eyes and then looks at C

‹Velga› I've heard that one before

* Rina-el stiffens

‹Mitch› Just to clarify, Archangel Michael wants us to deal with Baron Samedi here in LA.

‹Velga› (almost sarcastically) Buuuuut if you-or one of your Superiors (she scans the room) takes exception, I'm sure they'll find some suitable substitute

‹Mitch› Does he want us to chase him back to the Marches or what?

‹Velga› (to Mitch) We'd like you to deal with him.  Our intel says his stronghold is Los Angeles, but that could change.  He is a nomad.

‹Mitch› Mitch nods "How are you defining ‘Deal with’ him?"

* Rina-el in a voice that is cold as steel:

‹Rina-el› I will not let *anyone* - least of all you, Michaelite - speak to me like that.

‹Mitch› Mitch glances over at Rina, clearly a bit puzzled at her refusal of the loan.

‹Velga› Substitute for the knife, dear angel

* Rina-el just shrugs, still coldly angry

‹Velga› "Deal with him" depends on what he wants.  Yves speaks true, we may have to extinguish him.  We may simply have to keep him away from demons.  We don't know yet.

‹Velga› Up until a few months ago, we didn't know who we were dealing with

‹Mitch› I hope we can simply convince him to return to the Marches.

* Velga nods

‹Rina-el› (muttering) "Show's how good *your* intel is.."

* Rina-el turns around and walks towards the nearest exit

‹Velga› That is why we need you

*Mitch raises an eyebrow at Rina-el, but lets it slide for now.

* Velga sighs and looks at Corat, who shrugs

‹Mitch› Well, lets track him down and try talking first. It's what Trade is good at after all. If that fails, we'll look into other options.

‹Velga› That's your call, all of you

‹Zahira› We need to find a way to keep him out of people's heads.

‹Rina-el› (Assuming no one stops her, she quietly tells Derek that she's on the wrong flight and asks to be let off..)

 ((You can hear Derek's reaction from there, though you can't make out the exact words.  He's sweetness, fawning, honey-what's-wrong  In other words, he knows who you are))