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"Lucien? What did I tell you about running off on your own?"

Somewhat unsurprisingly, his son didn't answer him with more than a grin. And a splash, once Claude had drawn closer.

Leave it to any child of his to throw off his nice new boots just to stick his feet in the first likely looking stream that came along.

It wasn't even as if they'd gone that far out of town, but away from the roads, from the other sorcer-sorts and Aethies, even the breeze felt calmer, though it had hardly caught to much all the while they'd been walking. Claude being glad they had any at all, as hot as it had been the past few days.

The storm the night before had left lacy scatters of twigs and leaves and knocked down spider webs. Clean and still damp, the leaves overhead and tangled in the grass, they looked pieces of stained glass. And the trees, when they nodded, they sounded clear as harp strings with nothing else to cut the sound.

Out of farmland use and the whiles of any humans at all, the stream had been left so clear, so delicious looking. Just begging for some little blond imp of a boy to come along and kick his heels in it.

Well, one already had. Claude didn't bother with another sigh. He pulled his shoes off and laid them in the stones at his side, stretching lazy as he reached his own toes towards the glittering surface.

And promptly jerked back with a yelp. "Child of mine? That's /cold/."

"I know," said Lucien. "I think it feels nice."

"Maybe if you're part bear. I've always halfway figured, you know."

They had some teasing hums between them and Claude crossed his legs, feet now on the warm pebbles along the bank where they damnwell belonged.

"I think I got that from your side of the family," his son suggested after a while. "Anyway, why do you think it's like that? I don't hear anybody around."

"That wasn't tagging along?"

"Well..." The boy knitted his fingers in his hair, tugging himself a wingtip curl along his temple. "I think I'd only notice Nene if she was /gone/."

"And as for our new friends?"

"They couldn't have gone far. They know we have candy." To which, he nodded. Ever so sure of himself.

Ah, children. Children had gotten him this far with their self-assured beings. And children had found him what was really a rather strange clearing on closer inspection. The stream wore deeper through some places in the grass than others, showing shifts of rock, glints of moss and tree roots sneaking by. It divided the clearing just about cleanly in half.

Besides, on the edge of the forest easing back into being, a great, old ash stood.

Covered in tiny flowers. Pink and violet and hints of white. All of them, growing in streaks as if the bark had long ago turned to soil, though the tree seemed healthy and strong otherwise.

Besides.

"Papa," said Lucian, voice hushed. "There aren't any birds here, are there?"

"No," Claude answered after a moment. "It's just you and I and /a bunch of stinkers who ran off from us/."

"Oh, so that doesn't include me?"

"Child of mine."

They had a few more hums, there in the quiet of the clearing.

There, before something very strange and very faint began to creep along Claude's Aether lines.

It felt like being tickled almost. Anyway, it made him smile. Lucien too.

And next, there his son darted off again, racing over the grass and into the middle of the clearing, where he stood staring into the sky and whistling. Expecting a giant Gust to come sailing down in the form of a giant bird? It might just be that.

Welcome!

Note that anything your characters do in the clearing may result in posts back of things happening around them, even if these aren't exactly invited. Something's lurking around here, and it wants a snack!

Feel free to bring your own fairies, ghosts, mages and seriously confused regular people.

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Jack, at a loose end, gave up his hold on the ground and let himself bob gently up and down. Forget walking, this was much more comfortable. Though he would not let go his hold on the human form and puff back into his proper shape. It seemed as if everyone here was human, and it would be rude to distract from that pleasing symmtry.

Also, he liked being human, dark and sleekly handsome. Even if it was so much more limited-- no tail to curl around a sister's wrist or a lover's thigh. Hands, in comparison, were dull.

The being in front of him was floating.

Gabriel knew, whatever he was, he wasn't human. The sense was overwhelming, and he narrowed his eyes. Even Lucy didn't radiate these waves of...darkness. Temptation. Not like this.

He drew himself up, making his angelic presence known. "What are you?" he asked, voice even.

Jack turned, or rather bobbed himself around, and saw before him a young man who was really quite ageless and had a presence about him Jack had never before felt. He also, point of interest, looked as if he thought he was better than everyone else.

Within him, Miranda stiffened in outrage and Charlotte saddened and Nicholas and Pip whispered "do it, dooooo it, you know you want to, do it."

Jack grinned.

"I am Jackson, Prince of Starside, grandson of Nancy, son of Christopher and Isobel, brother of Miranda and Charlotte, father to none, grandfather to none," he intoned. "What are you, who accost me so?"

"I am Gabriel," he said, letting his name and tone speak volumes. He would not be cowed by this...being, whatever he was. Demons feared him. (Lucy was the exception, as she so often was.) "Archangel. You are not demonic, but you are...dark. What kind of darkness?"

Somebody thought he was more important than he was. Or at least better known. Jack went on grinning at him, like a cat who knows something. "Just darkness. Night and cool and fading bird calls, the heightening of senses besides that of sight. Sleep. Sex. All of those dark-type things."

Well, it was a reasonable question.

That grin set Gabriel on edge. Everything about him set him on edge, like nothing he'd ever encountered before. Lucy was irritating, but this wasn't irritation. This was slicker. More insidious. More appealing, in a dangerous way.

"You're not trustworthy," he said at last, eyeing him closely.

"Not at all," Jack said. "Never claimed to be. Unless you're one of my sisters, which you manifestly are not."

Or, well, Nicholas and Pip could trust him too, and his parents. But no one else. And definitely not his grandmother.

"Anyway, you didn't answer my question. That's rude." He shook a lazy finger in Gabriel's direction. "Tsk, tsk."

"I answered your question," he said, primly. "It's your own fault if you weren't paying attention."

"You answered it," Jack corrected, still grinning, "in the most concise and inexplanatory manner ever. I know what an angel is but I'm not sure which god you claim to serve. It's been many years since I was Sunside, cut me a break."

"I do not claim to serve any God," Gabriel said, bristling. "I do serve Him, and His Will, whatever that may bring."

Even if He did make baffling decisions regarding Lucy.

"All right," Jack said, loading his tone with patience. "You serve God. Which God? There's a lot."

Yeah, okay, he was winding Gabriel up.

Couldn't help it if it was fun, now, could he?

"The only God there is!"

This, at least, he could be sure about. Other rules might be broken. This one never would be.

OOC: Gabriel is like this far away from a full-blown existential crisis. It's going to be amazing.

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Okay, that had sounded a touch... hysterical. Jack let the grin drop and blinked at him.

"Er, actually, I can think of at least three other gods with angels, off the top of my head. Human gods, at any rate."

ooc: awwwwwwwesome. He can go have a meltdown and then Summer will make him feel better. If you like. :D

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So apparently this guy could float in midair. That would be useful if, say, you had to either hope to the bathroom or spend a few minutes dealing with putting on a leg.

Bill wasn't bitter. Really. He just thought it would be useful.

Also, he thought the guy was damn hot, and Brenda would totally agree. Too bad she wasn't here. They could potentially have a threesome.

As long as the guy didn't float during sex. Moot point, though; no Brenda.

"What's up with the floating?" he asked.

Oh, hey, another guy. Jack smiled at him. "Got sick of staying down," he said, and bobbed up and down a bit like a cork on the water. "Why, never seen a guy float before?"

Probably not, if he was human, as he smelled. But after the last guy, this was refreshing.

"I did once see a paratrooper get his chute caught in a tree." Bill grinned. "That was dangling, not floating, though." They'd eventually cut him down. It would have been sooner if he hadn't been such an elitist dick.

"Suppose I should have added 'of his own free will,'" Jack said, and bobbed again. "I'm definitely controlling this. Kind of fun, actually."

"It looks like it," Bill said. "So how are you doing it? I don't see a jetpack."

"No jetpack," he said. "I don't know how I do it, actually. I just do. Kind of like you breathe."

Bill accepted that. He might not be sure what was going on here, but given he'd tried to get in his car and wound up in a forest, pretty much anything was possible. "You're not human, then?"

Which, granted, was one of the weirder questions he'd asked in a long time.

"Nope," Jack said, popping the p. "But you are, you smell like it. I'm a Shade, on the off chance that you know what we are."

He shook his head. "Not a clue. Shade just means a way to get out of the sun for me."

"Didn't think so," Jack said, undisturbed. "Nobody here does. We're... uh, well, to start with I don't usually look like this. It's just a favorite form for when there are people around who are easily disturbed."

Bill's marriage had no rules against checking other people out or harmlessly flirting. He looked the man--no, Shade--over, smiling slightly. "There's nothing disturbing about this form. It's the opposite."

"Why thank you," Jack said, and grinned. "I'm flattered. Your form's pretty attractive itself."

Ah, the delights of flirting. It had been too long.

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