http://armoralchemy.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] armoralchemy.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2006-03-13 02:04 pm

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Al enters the bar and makes his way to the bar to see if there are any messages from Ed. There aren't, and he gets The Notice instead.

Al exits the bar again.

He returns a second later with some odd-looking currency, and puts it on the bartop. His tab disappears. Hooray for gainfully employed brothers.

That settled, he goes over to his table and starts reading something huge and scientific.

[identity profile] mark-of-samael.livejournal.com 2006-03-13 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"you were a person... but you're changed."

Her face creases as she puzzles. "are you an angel?"

[identity profile] mark-of-samael.livejournal.com 2006-03-13 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"...it wasn't God?" she asks, cautious, suspicious, trying to ascertain if he's safely aberrant.

Alchemy...

[identity profile] mark-of-samael.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
it isn't happening yet

She sags with relief.

Then looks him over with caution. "...how can you do alchemy without God?" she asks. From the tone, she might be asking "How can you cook without heat?"

[identity profile] mark-of-samael.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
She blinks, then, as he holds the bird out, tentatively reaches forward, her movements slow and nervous, almost as if she's afraid her hand will fly away if it's too far from her body. One finger traces the bird's wing.

"you do it too..." She looks him over in awe.

"i don't know that place," she answers, "i'm from Silent Hill."

[identity profile] mark-of-samael.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"it used to be," she says, nodding sadly, "before God was born."

She thinks this over a little. "there was a lake and an amusement park."

[identity profile] mark-of-samael.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
She bows her head. "i couldn't stop it. the Seal... i tried, but..."

She looks up. With a rustle, a sheet of paper drops onto the table from thin air. A strange seal- a triangle within two circles, and glyphs all around- is marked on it in a red liquid.

[identity profile] mark-of-samael.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"it's to stop G-" She drops to her knees, curling in pain.

[identity profile] mark-of-samael.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"doctor..." She shudders. "it's God... she'll..."

With a cry, she drops again. And then fades away. The "array" remains.

[identity profile] mark-of-samael.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[OOP: Thanks for the RP! ^_^ If Al wants to do further investigation, feel free to ping me at SeraFurikku or email furikku at gmail with questions.

PS: Al is so great!]

[identity profile] mark-of-samael.livejournal.com 2006-03-13 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[OOP: I must be off, as work is done. Slowtime OK?]