Logfile from Brass&Steel.


Zach is a tall man in his thirties, probably about 6'3". Slim, well built
and rather handsome, his apperance is one of goodnatured machismo. He
carries himself well, with an air of cheerful confidence and a flirtatious
sparkle showing in his green eyes. Movements are smooth and precise. His
hair is relatively short cut, black and wavy. A workman's tan is visible,
and hints to much time being spent outdoors. On his right upper arm is a
magnificent, intensely colored tattoo depicting phoenix sinously rising
from an inferno of flames.
	In the clothes department he sports black jeans, a black armless
t-shirt and black Doc Martens.

Zach is currently lounging on his couch with his guitar in his lap. He is
playing a malody that sounds susiciously like "Stairway to Heaven", but
with a few added little extras.

<OOC> Roger says, "brb"

Harriet walks up the flight of stairs, and looks around. Is this the right
place? "I think so..." She knocks, rather tentatively, on the door and
prepares an excuse, in case it's not.

Zach yells without losing a note, "Come on in! It's open! ...I think."

Harriet tries the door, smiling with relief as she recognizes the voice
within. She pokes her head inside. "Hey, Zach. I hope I'm not
interrupting, you know?"

Zach brightens up at the most welcome sight and sound of Harriet. "Harriet
baby! C'mon in! Don't stand out there in the cold. You're not disturbing
in the least!" He puts his guitar aside and jumps up to give her a huge,
welcoming hug. "How are you, hon?"

Harriet chuckles, and slides inside, returning his hug with great
enthusiasm. "I'm doing well, you know? I was on my way to the park, and I
thought I recognized where you lived, and decided to see if I was right."
She grins up at him.

Zach beams right back at her. "Seems you had it pegged perfectly, my dear.
Come sit down, can I get you anything? Orange cheesecake? Some lemonade?
Beer? Coffee? Tea?"

"A piece of orange cheesecake sounds mighty good," she says with a wide
smile, as she finds a seat. Her eyes twinkle at him. "How have you been,
you know?"

Zach trundles over to his fridge to bring out the cake. He starts
distributing pieces of it onto plates for himself and Harriet. "I've been
okay mostly. I'm getting antsy over all the damn junk mail I keep gettin',
and some kids keep damaging my truck.. But part from that, I'm fine." He
hands her a plate with a big piece of nice, fresh cheesecake. Obviously
home made.

Roger knocks on the door and calls out "Zach?

Harriet nods ruefully. "Junk mail is the bane of the modern age," she
says, and takes a bite of the cheesecake, making small appreciative
noises. At the voice, she smiles, and looks towards the door. "Busy
day..."

You say, "C'mon in Roge, it's open!"

Roger opens the door and walks in. He smiles when he sees Harriet "Hey
there, hows it going?"

Zach rises and gets another plate with another huge piece of cake on for
the new guest. "Come in, sit down, have some orange cheescake." He regards
Roger with a sudden look of regret and shame.

Harriet waves and grins. "Going well. It just got a lot better, with the
company, and this cheesecake, you know?" She puts her fork down just long
enough to give Zach two thumbs up. Turning back to Roger, she smiles.
"What about you?" She misses Zach's look.

Roger blinks "Orange cheescake. That's a new one for me." Still he takes
the plate and joins Harriet at the table." He notes Zach's look and gives
him a shrug and a smile.

Zach shuffles his feet and sighs. "Roger.. I'm sorry I yelled at you the
other night. I shouldn'ave. I especially do not think that you are a
'stupid fuck'. Please forgive me."

Harriet blinks at Zach, her eyes widen, then she looks at Roger, and
immediately turns to regard her cheesecake with a I'm-not-here-really sort
of stare.

The cake is a normal, homemade cheescake but with added orange jell-o into
the cheesmix and as a glasure on top. With orange boats in it. It's really
fresh and melts on the tounge.

Roger sighs "Sure I suppose. Try not to do it again. Err, hows the truck?

Zach sits down and starts in on his own piece fo cake. He shrugs. "Better
after I fixed it. But for how long..?"

Roger frowns "Are you saying this is harrasment? It wasn;t just an
accident or something?

Harriet takes another bite of the truly scrumptious cheesecake. After she
swallows, she says, tentatively, "Do you know who's doing it? Or, uh, have
any idea at all?"

Zach sighs and frowns. "It's really damn odd that's what I'm saying. I've
noticed that my truck is the only vehicle getting bothered in this area.
I've so far been unable to catch the little bastards, but hopefully I'll
get a good look at 'em soon. I might try and install a camera or something
on or near the truck. It's been going on for a couple of weeks now."

Roger blinks "Are you sure it's children and not just an annoyed neighbor
or something?

Harriet eats cake, and reaches over to pat Zach sympathetically on the
arm.

Zach snorts. "Must be one helluva small, kidlike neighbour then. I've
given chase a couple of times, but whoever it is knows the area
bettern'me, and keeps getting away."

Roger ah's softly "Want me to take a report?"

Harriet frowns. "Is it just one, then? What exactly are they doing? Keying
the truck and things like that, you know?"

Zach nods to Harriet. "That and smashing it's lights, painting over the
number plates... Petty shit." He turns to Roger, "I'll make a complaint
about it to the cops here if I can't sort it out myself. With
photographs."

Roger nods "Do that, you'll be able to prosucte better with a police
report and pictures.

<OOC> Zach says, "brb"

Harriet purses her lips. "That's horrid," she says, and nods in agreement
with Roger, before taking another bite of the cake.

Roger glances at Harriet "So, hows it going for you?

Harriet smiles at him. "It's going well, you know? How about you?"

Roger shrugs "Oh, not bad. I have to go to work later. You know how it
is."

Harriet nods. "How is that task force you mentioned forming up?"

Zach regards them both with a small smile playng about his lips and a
twinkle in his eyes. Something is clearly amusing him. In a good way.

Harriet is a woman in her early twenties. She's below average in height,
and thin and pale, as if she doesn't get out much. She has short-cropped,
unruly, dark brown hair, and green eyes. Her round, open face seems as if
it's used to doing a lot of smiling. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses
perch--slightly askew--on her nose.
 Harriet is wearing a thick, fuzzy sweater portraying a winter scene,
jeans patched with colorful pieces of cloth, and hightop sneakers in a
particularly brilliant shade of yellow. The tips of the sneakers have been
improved by the addition of smiley face stickers. Harriet is also wearing
a large, thick denim jacket, which has been patched, whether it needed it
or not, with numerous squares of rainbow and tye-dyed cloth.

Roger raises an eyebrow at Zach "What's so funny." Then he smiles at
Harriet "Slowly I'm afraid."

"I'm sorry to hear that, you know? But I'm sure it'll work out." She looks
over at Zach, also puzzled. Her gaze slides down to his arm, and widen.
"How long have you had that," she says, indicating the tattoo, "Have I
just not noticed?"

Zach chuckles and answers the last question first. "I've had it for years.
I just haven't showed it off yet." He shifts and looks smilingly at them
both. "Now, I'm not sure about how much you guys are aware of stuff and
things, so lemme make some introductions. Harriet - meet Roger Freeman,
Soldier of God. Roger, meet Harriet Davis - wonderful artist and just
recently informed about the existance of Heaven, God and angels and
stuff."

Roger grins "You're late to that party man, we talked about it a few days
ago."

Harriet smiles at Roger, then back at Zach, her eyebrow rising just a bit.
"We, uh, kinda covered that on our own a couple of days ago, you know?"

Zach nods happily. "Good! I'm glad you have. I'm thinkin' it'll be easier
on you both having another real human being to talk to about all this. Us
angels can only understand so much of you humans."

Roger grins "Yes, so I've noticed."

Roger takes another bite of the cheesecake "I also spoke with Cosmo.

Zach's eyebrows rise slightly in amused questioning.

Harriet smiles brilliantly at Roger. "I think it'll help a lot. And, hey,
it's just /cool/, you know?"

Long distance to Roger: Zach giggles. Haven't you been on the lookout for
a girlfirend...? ;P

From afar, Roger laughs "Ah, but Roger looks at Harriet as more of a
little sister :)

Roger nods "Yep, it is indeed cool"

You paged Roger with 'That could be remedied. ...or I could get a female
Vessel.. Would that freak Roger out, I wonder? >:)'.

Roger pages: good lord yes.

Zach laughs and stuffs himself woth more cake. "I couldn't have said it
better myself! So...er...how did it go after I left on Saturday night,
Hzrriet? I haven't had a chance to speak with Cosmo yet? Did Lucian behave
himself or..?"

The smile is wiped off of Harriet's face. "No, he did not. Most
emphatically, you know?" She shrugs. "But it did eventually wear off."

The mention of Cosmo reminds Roger of something "Oh hey Cosmo said that he
was going to get in touch with Stone. He thought that I'd be happier
working for them rather then Creation. No offence."

Zach grumbles at Harriet's response. "Damn prick!" He sighs and gives her
a hug, looking over at Roger. "None taken, Roger," he says kindly. "You
were recruited by the Sword, and Stone is closer to their way of thinkin'
than Creation. I probably would have come up with that eventually myself.
I did contact them about that kid, but I haven't heard back yet. Maybe Cos
will do better..." He looks a tad uncertain at that though.

Roger raises an eyebrow "What kid?

You say, "Goldie"

Roger says, "Ah...have you seen her around at all?"

Harriet pats Zach on the back, and smiles. "S'okay, you know? I have
decided to consider it a learning experience." She looks back and forth
between the two of them. "So, 'Stone' is another of those Word things,
right? How many 'Words' are there?"

Roger nods "Stone sounded like something I would be interested. Cosmo said
they were big on building communities.

Zach shakes his head worriedly to Roger. Then he focuses on Harriet, "Oh
dear... More Words than there are angels I think. Technically there's a
Word for every single little detail in the Symphony that is our reality
and existence on all levels. Now the Words themselves, or concepts if you
like, are given in the Divine language that is spoken in Heaven and given
by God. 'Stone' is one of the major ones, and it translates rather poorly
to English, I'm afraid. It covers the earth, minerals, stone, clay, hard
things in general, solidness and on a metaphorical level it covers
resilience, toughness, community, standing together and so on.."

Roger nods "To be strong as Stone for example."

You say, "The Archangel who holds that word is David. One of the first
angels God ever created. He is a great builder, and of more than walls and
houses..."

Harriet ahs. "Okay," she says, and nods. "I see, now. Sorry to interrupt,"
she smiles at both of them, "but it does seem like Stone would fit you,
Roger." She pats him on the arm.

Roger grins at Harriet and then looks at Zach to continue."

Zach smiles warmly to Roger. "Yes I think you'd be fairly happy with Stone
as long at the Sword ain't here to claim you. The Archangel of Stone is a
malakite like myself and the Commander, the second one to change after
Uriel. He's not much of a party animal, but he's one of the mightiest
warriors in Heaven. Although he and his are living a strickt 'self-defense
only' line."

Roger frowns "Hmm, self-defense only? How does that work?

Harriet seems pretty happy about the self-defense only part, and smiles as
she finishes off her cake.

You say, "It means that they will not, under any circumstances, attack
first. Ever. It's David himself who has laid down that law, and if any of
his angels including himself, breake it... Well it hurts the very
fundament of their souls. They become what we call Dissonant. They music
in 'em gets marred by a sorta screeching, ugly note for all to see and
hear."

Zach smiles to Harriet. "More cake?"

Roger looks thoughtful as he scoops up another bite "I see. But what about
humans. If work for them and throw the first punch, what happenes?

Harriet shakes her head. "I'm fine, thanks. It was excellent, you know?"
Then she places her hands in her lap, and goes back to listening intently.

<OOC> Roger waves and needs to head off.

<OOC> Harriet awws and hugs goodbye. "Thanks for the RP!"

Zach makes a gesture toward the fridge. "If you want anything, please make
yourself at home. My fridge es su fridge.." He leans back on the couch and
thinks Roger's question over. "Any Archangel will expect his Soldiers to
work within the realm of his Word. So if you wanna be like Murtaugh and
Riggs from the Lethal Weapon movies, I'd suggest joining Wind, War or even
Creation before Stone..." He grins.

<OOC> Zach says, "Take care! Thanks for the rp, dude! :)"

Roger looks down as his pager goes off and he curses softly "Sorry, got to
run. Catch you two around!

<OOC> Roger waves "See ya!

Roger has disconnected.

Harriet waves goodbye to Roger, and sighs. "Ah, the life of a policeman,
you know?"

Zach waves after Roger as he bolts out the door and into the cold weather
outside. "Yeah, I know. He's such a good guy that one. I really approve of
the idea to hook him up with Stone. Wish I'd a thought of that."

Harriet smiles, and gives Zach a hug. "He /is/ a good guy, and I'm sure
you've had a lot of stuff to do, you know?" She hmms. "Although, it might
be kinda dangerous to be a policeman who can /never/ hit first, though."

Zach shrugs and smiles. "Roger won't be bound by that condition, just
expected to avoid breaking it too much. Stone's guys aren't supposed to
use ranged weapons either. It's either up-real-close-and-personal, or it
ain't happenin' at all. Anyway, Roger is pledged to another Archangel. It
was an angel of the Sword who recruited him, so that's where he belongs.
And the Sword has no problems attacking first, as long as they're
honorable about it."

Harriet blinks, and thinks about it. "So, I guess that means I belong with
Creation, right? I mean, Roger said that's who you worked for, you know?"
She smiles at him.

Zach nods and smiles. "Yes I do. My Archangel is Eli and his Word is
Creation. Now before old man Jazz comes breaking down my door, I should
stress something vitally important to you: The War between Heaven and
Hell, the existance of angels and demons... all that stuff is extremely
secret. We're all supposed to keep mum on it, so be very, very careful
about talking to anyone about this. We're forbidden to reveal it unless
we're recruiting.."

Harriet nods solemnly. "Okay. Not a word shall I breathe without your
permission, you know?" She sighs, "Even if I don't quite understand. I
mean, if people /knew/ about demons, couldn't they protect themselves
better?"

Zach scratches his head and sighs a bit. "Personally that's what I'd like
to belive too, but see... This is God's Law. The whole Rebellion started
with God banning the angels from visiting Earth and interacting with
humans. He didn't want his angels meddling. The whole idea was that
humanity was gonna be allowed to develop on it's own without celestial
meddling. But many angels resented this. They had been part og building
the Earth and creating all the stuff on it. To then be banned from the
Corporeal plane in favour of some creatures that they saw as lesser... It
irked their pride somethin' awful. Lucifer was the one irked the most, and
he went and complained to God about it. So came the Eden thing where
Lucifer wanted to prove to God that humans were flawed and not worth the
effort and certainly not fit to take care of the Earth all by themselves.
Stuff happened, an angel in the guise of a serpent messed up the
experiment and God called it off. Lucifer was miffed to put it mildly.
Then he went about talking to everyone, convincing a good third of the
angels to join him and rebel against God. The War happened and they lost."

Harriet ahs, and thinks. "But because the demons can get here, the angels
have to come down, too...but they're still trying not to interfere too
much?" She looks at him, "Have I got this remotely right, you know?"

Zach nods and smiles brightly. "You have it completely right. For some
reason only known to himself, the Adversary demands the same subtlety from
his demons as God expects from his angels. Just after the Fall, God again
allowed angels down on Earth, but under strick conditions to be subtle and
secret. After a while, the Horde managed to get out of Hell and ever since
then the War have raged on silently. All over the world.." He looks sad at
that. "Our side fights to help humans reach their Destiny and keep them
away from Hell. The other side fights every day to corrupt humanity in all
ways, dragging them to damnation and to become Essence cattle in Hell.
Desperately trying to prove to themselves, to us and to God that humans
are lesser, flawed beings. Not worthy of the love that God reseves for
them."

Harriet sighs sadly. "Hence Lucian." The name seems to remind her of
something, and she frowns, and gives Zach a little, sidelong glance. "Uh.
What happens if a human finds out about the War, but doesn't /want/ to
join either side, you know?"

You say, "Y'know... I dunno really. It depends on the person and wether
anyone knows that he knows. If someone becomes Aware without either side
knowing, they should be safe. But if any side finds out that here's one
with potential, we'll try to recruit. If he refuses, it won't stop. Both
sides will keep on trying. If he stirs up trouble that might hurt either
side, that side will probably try to eliminate the trouble. Up to and
including killing him. That's an extreme measure though. At least for
Heaven's side."

Harriet sighs again, and nods. "That's pretty much what he said, too, you
know?" She looks up at Zach, and smiles. "But I was serious about wanting
to help. I'm not going to run away."

Zach looks at her proudly. "That's good to hear, honey. I should probably
tell you at this point that when I said that your showing was blessed...
It really /was/ capital B Blessed. I was touched by God there, and I also
noticed that my Archangel came by... Eli was checkin' out your stuff. I
didn't notice him until he was walking out the door, though so I din't get
the chance to talk to him..."

You paged Harriet with 'How's THAT for a DI? :)'.

Harriet gapes a little, then beams. "An Archangel was at /my/ showing?"
She blinks. "Ah,....ah, oh, wow, you know?"

Harriet pages: Whoa! :P

Zach grins hugely and beams at her. "Yeppers! That's some showing, innit?
Two angels, a Soldier, a demon and an Archangel eh?"

Harriet smiles back at him, and then it slips a bit. "And a murder, you
know?" She sighs, and shakes her head. "I keep forgetting to ask Roger if
he's heard anything about that."

Zach strokes her cheek gently. "Yeah, and a murder. Done by a celestial.
That's how I could hear it happening. When an angel or a demon damages or
destroys something here on Earth, it disturbs the Symphony here. We're not
natives in this are of it, and everything we do here creates little
foreign notes. Big stuff like wounding or killing a human being creates
massive ampounts of such noise. I'm sorry that kid died.. He wasn't a bad
sort at all..." He sighs sadly. "The police are never gonna solve that
case..."

Harriet frowns, looking angry for a brief moment, before going back to her
usual cheerful, or at least, not enraged, expression. "That's horrid, you
know? I mean, yes, he was dealing, and I'd really have liked to see him
thrown in jail for that, but...what happened to him was horrid." She runs
a hand through her hair in frustration. "But I guess I can't do anything
about it now."

Zach nods in agreement, reaching out and putting an arm around her. "I was
kinda wary of him at first, but then I had a good look into his heart and
found him to be quite decent. I just quietly urged him to be damn careful
since there was a cop in the room, and I dind't want any sort of scandal
ruining your showing. Now I regret scaring him off. If I hadn't, he might
have been alive today..." Zach sighs heavily and looks glum as the thought
sinks in.

"It was /not/ your fault, Zach," Harriet says, forcefully, as she wraps
her arms around him and gives a good squeeze. "Only the murderer has any
guilt to shoulder here, you know? You were trying to /protect/ the kid,
and he probably would have left soon, anyway. If it wasn't random, then he
probably would have...been killed no matter /when/ he left." She shakes
him a little, expression stern. "Don't you dare blame yourself."

Long distance to Harriet: Zach grins. I had a small problem with that kid.
First I wanted to svare him off, and was about to tell Roger about him.
Then I saw my Boss buying his stuff... And then I suddently had to try and
protect the kid from my blessed Sodier. :D

<OOC> Zach says, "Sheesh but my spelling sucks!"

Harriet pages: Oh, hell. :) What on earth was he /selling/?

You paged Harriet with 'I dunno. Drugs of some sort.:) Eli probably
transubstantiated it anyway.'.

Harriet pages: It made my gallery liasion really, really happy. And
awfully...perceptive. No other bad effects, though...aside from scaring
Harriet out of her wits.

Zach smiles sadly at her. "I know, I know... But it irks me you know. I
ran as fast as I could but I saw and heard nothing of the killer. Only the
carnage hhe or she left."

You paged Harriet with 'What if your liason is one of those extremely rare
creatures who are extremely sensitive to the Symphony.... You know... The
Outcasts.. ? :)'.

Harriet sighs and rubs his back. "It's a bad business all around, that's
true enough. But I guess we can only do as much as we can, you know?"

From afar, Harriet grins. "Wouldn't /that/ be something?"

You say, "I wonder why he was murdered, though. There wasn't anything in
him that I could see that'd justify such a thing. Not even demons go
around killing mortals randomly. Most of the time anyway. And certainly
not in posh hotels.."

Harriet sighs and leans her head against Zach's shoulder. "Do demons deal
drugs? If so, maybe his...supplier, or whatever you call them, was a demon
and the kid didn't know it, and ripped him off...or wanted out, or
something."

Zach sighs. "There is even a demon price of Drugs these days. It's a damn
shame, because drugs when used right serves to heighten the perception and
lift your spirit. But I don't think... I mean, the kid seemed to have a
very strict code toward his supplyers. He wasn't about to rip 'em off...
He /had/ done a bit of minor cheating, giving out some stuff for free -
but that's hardly enough to warrant that kind of personal retaliation. At
the worst, a demon supplier would have sent human goonies out to break an
arm or two.."

"Well then," Harriet says, turning it over in her mind, "maybe the kid had
something that the killer wanted, but wouldn't give it over? A stairwell's
not a real good place to do something like that, but if the killer was in
a hurry, it could explain the...violence of the death, you know? Thwarted
anger and time constraints..." She shrugs. "I don't know, and I don't
really have the evidence to even speculate well, you know?"

Zach hmms and hugs Harriet, just because. "I wonder what kinda candy he
was sellin'. I didn't think to check his pockets while I was waiting for
the cops to come 'round.."

Harriet shudders, and leans happily into the hug. "I should hope not," she
says, slightly prim.

Zach gives her an extra squeeze. "So have you anyting you wanna ask? I
could talk a mile a minute about all sortsa supernatural stuff, but..."

Harriet hmms. Eventually, she says, "What exactly /are/ Malakites? I mean,
I know about the whole 'Honor of the Symphony', but what does that mean,
you know? And what do you look like...really?" She smiles. "I know what
Lucian looks like, kind of..."

Zach smiles gently and fiddles with a lock of hair on her head. "The
malakim are one of the seven choirs of angels. Or more precisely one of
the seven choirs that deal with the corporeal plane. We are the dark
warriors of Heaven, Out nature and purpose is to remove Evil from the
Symphony. As that, we are known to be rather grim. My celestial form is
much like this one, only I'm all dark and shadowy with big, void-black
feathery wings."

Harriet tries to join 'Zach' and 'grim' together in the same concept, and
visibly boggles. After a moment, however, she chuckles, and snuggles a
bit. "I bet you're beautiful, you know?"

Zach laughs softly. "All angels are. And yet we pale in comparison with
the blessed souls of the humans wandering the Eternal City. I only need to
take one look at one of those, to reaffirm my faith in God's designs." He
kisses her temple gently. "Not all of my choir-brothers are as fond of
humans as I am. I guess some of it comes with having an Archangel who is
really, really fond of humanity in all it's facets."

Harriet smiles up at him. "I think I like your Archangel, you know?" Then
her gaze slips to her watch, and she sighs regretfully. "And I fear that I
must go. I'm expecting a phone call at home from a lawyer, and it's kinda
important." She stands up and grins. "It was good to see you again, Zach."

Zach stands with her and shows her to the door. "And it was really good to
see you again too, Harriet. I've been worried, you know. But I trusted Cos
to look after you, and he did. I'll pop by later one day, ok? And if you
need anything - anything at all, please don't hesitate to call me or come
by here, kay?"

Harriet gives him a firm hug before slipping out the door. "Don't worry
too much, you know?" She smiles. "I'm surprisingly resiliant. I'll see you
later, and we'll have much fun."

Harriet pages: Nevermind the polite death threats from Lucian, of course.
:)

Harriet goes home.

You paged Harriet with 'We'll make handbags and shoes of him soon
enough... :)'.