Omen OOC (Sep 2, 2010 11:03:21 PM)
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Lntrn OOC (Sep 2, 2010 11:04:46 PM)
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Dusk OOC (Sep 2, 2010 11:05:41 PM)
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Omen OOC (Sep 2, 2010 11:16:30 PM)
The park ran along a shallow river through New Orleans and served as a natural border to the swamplands. The nocturnal insects of the swamp sang a cacophany of chaos into the air. It was the music of life, of death and structure. The only other sound was the buzz and flicker of the nearest park light as it revealed the cigarette butts and other refuge littering the park in short burts of luminescence. It seemed fitting. Zagan stood by a park bench, gingerly nursing a cigarette as he gazed out towards the river. He was watching one of the many gator that frequented the area, idly hoping to see it feed. Perhaps on one of the many local bums. Not likely. The stench would surely repel even a hungry reptile.

Lntrn OOC (Sep 2, 2010 11:23:09 PM)
Orobas walked causually throught the park, laptop open. He was trying to find a decent wi-fi signal. He found a few, but none of them worth the minor effort to hack into. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he stopped near a bench and sat down.

Dusk OOC (Sep 2, 2010 11:24:05 PM)
*Sophie steps into the park showing no fear of the either the darkness or shadows as she begins to make her way along the walks to shortcut back to her run down apartment complex. Clothed in a simple faded denim skirt and white peasant blouse the blonde hair falls freely around her face as she smiles at some unknown thought that seemed determined to leave her eyes dancing with hidden mischief. A hand reaching out to pluck a small green leaf from a nearby bush she passes underneath one of the softly glowing lights her presence suddenly becoming a beacon in the night, as the divinity of the elohim seems to wash out of her, the mortal body unable to contain it so that it seemed to call out to the shadows that surrounded her.*

Omen OOC (Sep 2, 2010 11:29:44 PM)
To say he was hard to miss was an understatement. Clad in a white tailored suit, crisp and clean, he stood out like a beacon amongst the dimly lit park and the trash strewn paths. The fact the Fiend had sat down only a few feet away without noticing him was merely a testament to the other fallen's devotion to the strange human devices. Zagan only shook his head, exhaling a thick stream of smoke from his nostrils. He was about to speak when something else caught his eye. It was a feeling at first, the rising of the hairs on the back of his neck, or a scent, like a familiar storm. It was when she came around a distant bend in the path that she caught his eye and his lips curled into a brief smirk. "Swan....", he spat, as if using the name for the other elohim was still strange or distasteful to him. "Friend of yours?"

Lntrn OOC (Sep 2, 2010 11:33:35 PM)
Swan chuckled, "You say that like I have a shitload of them." He didn't even bother to look up, as he'd found a suitable signal to hack into. The computer's glow helping to illuminate his pale face and dingy white-ish shirt. "Must be a n00b. I think I have something in here about a few additions to out shitty city," he adds as his fingers flying as he types away.

Dusk OOC (Sep 2, 2010 11:36:07 PM)
*Unaware of being the subject of their conversation she continued upon her path, her eyes moving over to the strange pair where they sat, the only other two present at this late hour. A thoughtless smile given to them, she twirls the leaf between her fingers letting it slide from her grasp and be born away by the wind as the task of playing with it began to bore her. Her eyes flicking up and to the stars above she felt the wind ruffling through her hair, the scent of the swamps nearby apparently somehow offending her as she wrinkled her nose and let forth a brief sigh, the sound of which was enough to set the hearts of any that could hear it stirring.* I miss the ocean. *She smiled to the two as she approached close enough to speak, her voice touched by that same beckoning divinity that seemed to hang suspended in the air around her.*

Omen OOC (Sep 2, 2010 11:44:04 PM)
As she drew nearer Zagan's apparent demeanor shifted slightly. The smirk faded away to be replaced with a calm and natural smile if somewhat aloof and roguish. The cigarette was flipped away, hissing as it found it's death in the murky waters of the river. He chuckled quietly at 'Swans' response before taking a step into the path, still several meters away from the approaching Liaphon. His faith flashed then, a rising golden light deep within his mortal host, a shimmering beacon of purity that only other elohim could see. It was the spark of the Creator's voice made manisphest and it touched Liaphon soul, illuminating it.

Lntrn OOC (Sep 2, 2010 11:48:26 PM)
Orobas chcukled again, as good a hacker as he was, Zagan was the ultimate with his form of hacking. He didn't even bother to look away from the laptop, seeing the flash of faith with the corner of his vision was more than enought to know what Zagan was doing. He mumbled softly, "Play nice now."

Dusk OOC (Sep 2, 2010 11:53:14 PM)
*She stops in front of Tony watching him for a moment in silence before her head tilted to the side and a brief flicker of frustration touched her features.... Liaphons frustration as the full memories refused to surface and her voice when it spoke his name seemed touched with light and question, the sound almost a caress as it was spoken gently into the knight.* Zagan? I know your name, but... do you know me?