sarcastass: (lil)
'Szelhamos' ([personal profile] sarcastass) wrote in [community profile] genessia2017-12-01 01:15 pm
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Action for Genessia | Forward dated to Saturday

[Honestly, waking up in what was obviously, totally, clearly the roiling pits of Hell was, to put it lightly... a bit jarring.

First of all angels don't sleep, that's silly.

Second of all

HELL.

So one might forgive him for the dire and explosive need to escape said Hell. One might even applaud him for how he got out, because honestly four billion years of living will perfect anyone's ability at making Irish Goodbyes.

Though while his sudden exit from Hell (scenic Gluttony in the fortress) was subtle and no one seemed to notice it, such could not be said for the explosion of light and sound that momentarily just enveloped part of Genessia City.

Now, nothing was destroyed, this appearance was certainly not a violent one. LOUD AND BRILLIANT but not violent.

It came as if it were a strike of lightning, gold, orange, yellow, red, fading to brilliant reds and pinks and purples.

For one moment, the entity at its epicenter could be seen, without hiding, without the use of any illusions to make the appearance any more understandable.

A towering creature, all six sunset colored wings flared like a sunburst, a multitude of smooth, seemingly resin ebony colored arms flickering in and out around folds of cloudy nebula, eight blazing eyes blinking in and out of existence rapidly on an otherwise smooth and featureless face.

And then, in the blink of an eye, it all imploded, the light sharply shooting back towards the blazing creature-

And leaving... Well.

A six winged, highly anxious looking, somewhat disheveled young man, who couldn't, or perhaps wouldn't quite seem to get all human aspects right, as several tendrils of hair continued to hazily drift about his head as if immersed in water.

At least people can fuckin' look at him now though, he's still a bit busy making sure nothing followed him and all his parts are here and weren't chewed off, a few glass-like feathers shedding here and there.
]

[[ooc: I'M GONNA BE BUSYISH this weekend so here's an AU'd Szel! Here is a look at what he looks like right now, and here is a brief summary of how he'll be less of a dick until the 9th. Have fun!]]
pianola: Dorothy from the side, looking up, curious (and likewise if behind is front)

[personal profile] pianola 2017-12-02 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dorothy looks up, from the street, at the sight above.

She's ... in awe. Mostly-forgotten Memories flickering back to her. Was this what a real 'angel' looked like?

A bird who never lost its feathers ...

But one more gawking person in the crowd might not catch the man's attention. ]
pianola: Dorothy, looking emotionless, looking up as you look down at her. (that her face at first just ghostly)

[personal profile] pianola 2017-12-02 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yes, why exactly would he think that'd work, again?

At least one person appears to be calm, not freaking out, as if it's not affecting her at all.

She walks up to the stranger, easily making her way through the crowd.

Her voice is calm, not quite a monotone: ]


Do you need help?

[ Getting off this street. Away from people. ]
black_black_heart: (Default)

[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-12-02 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wh..."

Look, Tannusen lived in Everglade, or at least a subarchway off of it. It wasn't exactly shocking that he was at hand when someone burst out of another subarchway off the same city. Astride an idling Jethro of the motorcycle variety, the tiger gaped pretty openly at the mess that was...

...

"...Lev?"
pianola: Dorothy from the side, looking up, curious (and likewise if behind is front)

[personal profile] pianola 2017-12-02 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dorothy looked at his face, and not at those wings.

The wings which still were inviting strange Memories.

The messenger of the original writer of the book, of the truth -

The past wasn't important. As always, the present was. ]


There are many options.

There is a cafe down the road there.

There is a library a little further away.

And, further away still, there is Fayren, which has woods where few will see your present form.

[ She couldn't recall seeing him post before. Was this someone who just arrived to Genessia? ]

I will lead you to wherever you want to go.
black_black_heart: look, when a character generator lets me make mah boi correctly, I'mma do it and take pictures!! (the fuck is that)

abuses them elipses

[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-12-02 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
WELL. Tannusen had made some very quick calculations. He knew this wasn't Lil; he hadn't accidentally shape-shifted the little AI -- again, let alone done so and then teleported him into public. And Szel... well, he didn't have eyeballs.

And... Tannusen had glimpsed what Szel's real form really looked like, these days, and what he'd just seen certainly wasn't... it. Or maybe it was it, but it wasn't wrecked like the demon's.

Something fucky was up and while he didn't know what that was, yet, what kind of Fae would he be if he needed all the facts up-front?

"It was very bright," he agreed after a moment, and then, "what are you doing here? You're not... usually here."
black_black_heart: (Jethro)

...aieee...

[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-12-02 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Tannusen himself wasn't part of any creation Lev had ever encountered either, to be sure. That soul -- stitched together with something... odd, perhaps -- didn't follow the right pattern.

"I..."

Right. Right. Whatever was going on, Tannusen realized pretty quickly that he was just complicating matters by running his damn mouth like an idiot.

"Come on, let's go somewhere with less people," Tannusen settled on that, first, twisting a bit to pat the back half of Jethro's seat. The motorcycle wouldn't seem like anything different than just a motorcycle, even to an angel. "Ever been on a motorcycle?"
pianola: Dorothy looking forward in profile, blank expression (so I wandered through my playing cards)

[personal profile] pianola 2017-12-02 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't mind.

Follow me.

[ Dorothy was just exploring, people-watching, as she normally did when she wasn't working.

It was a type of hobby, anyway. ]


My name is R. Dorothy Wayneright.

What is your name?
black_black_heart: look, when a character generator lets me make mah boi correctly, I'mma do it and take pictures!! (the fuck is that)

[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-12-02 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"I imagine not. Do you lot even have roads, up there?" Tannusen had spent more than enough time around both Lil and Szel to know that the best way to manage this guy was by asking questions. Though he gave some basic instructions before they took off; keep your wings out of the wheels, these pegs are for your feet, hold onto my waist.

And then they were off, the tiger keeping Jethro's speed to a dull roar for the seraph's sake.
black_black_heart: (platinum blond)

[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-12-02 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Right in one," Tannusen confirmed, driving right on through the archway, when they reached it, that lead out of Everglade and into Genessia proper. His destination would be an easy guess to anyone who knew him; baffled by something, of course he was taking it to Velvet Lust.

The alternative was the house, and no one needed the chaos of Cassian with a shotgun right this moment!

(Maybe later.)

"Where were you before you tried to blind half the city?"
pianola: Dorothy from the side, looking up, curious (and likewise if behind is front)

[personal profile] pianola 2017-12-02 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Just Dorothy is fine.

[ Tilts her head a little, curious. It's certainly not any human language, and of course it wasn't robotic. She wasn't sure she could approximate the sound, and ... some Memory told her it might not be safe to try.

It was beautiful, though, and she was a bit awed by it. Even on her calm, robotic face, some of that awe showed. ]


... Thank you.

I don't think I can manage to say your name. I apologize.
black_black_heart: (Velvet Lust - Skull)

[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-12-02 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh... good.

Great, wonderful.

"I'll explain as best as I can once we get to my bar," Tannusen promised, and if they went just a touch slower for the rest of the way there while his brain gnawed this all over at length, well, that was just how it went wasn't it? "I'm still figuring it out myself."

Oh boy.

But short of taking a detour, getting there couldn't be delayed for too long before they pulled up outside of a tall brick building with its purple neon cursive sign; Velvet Lust. Closed for the day as usual, of course, but that was nothing that would slow the owner down.
black_black_heart: (Velvet Lust - Sometimes I Don't)

[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-12-02 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sometimes there are, Jethro's usually one of the only ones here though," Tannusen left Jethro on its kickstand, of course, engine superficially shut off. He paused at unlocking the heavy oaken door of the place to gesture back at the bike, "--Ah, the bike, that is. That's Jethro."

Look, he was still wrapping his head around Sz-- Lev not already knowing some things.

He finished unlocking the door and lead the way inside, flicking on the overhead lights. As always, Velvet was a whole lot of gleaming, polished hardwood and metal, infinitely classier than the name would suggest.

"Do you drink?" For once, he was a little tempted himself, but when he went around behind the bar he just worked on making one of his usual teas.
black_black_heart: (Default)

[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-12-02 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Tea? Let's start with tea."

Easy enough to pour two cups of the variety he was making for himself, after all. He remembered Lil's confusion over how to eat a sandwich, but Szel ate and drank, so...? ??

While Lev was poking at a bit of wall art, Tannusen set their tea on the bar along with the pot full of the rest of it, and came around himself to drop into one of the stools, collecting his head for a moment before reaching into an inner pocket of his suit jacket for his phone.

Just a couple button pokes, and it was dialing... well...

Someone.

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