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	:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer's eyes narrow a bit before he turns away from the scene and the ongoing changing of I am the Law by Nick and entorage so he can look upon the device. Something about it. It's taking in the input, giving the output, and then glitching to something else. "Is there anything else we need to know of this scenario?" He asks the device, which may cause it to skirtz out again. But then, maybe not. Lucifer is simply wanting all the paintings he can get. It's also helping ebb his desire to go topple the Gates and beat Enoch to a bloody pulp.<br><br>As if he could.<br><br>"We do not know the future now any more than we did an hour ago. And I suspect each thing we're seeing here is now not going to come to pass. Reality won't let it because we've seen it. Course, this also throws a whole wrench into the idea that we have free will and that God knows all..." Which puts Lucifer's brain into a sort of fritz as well. He's now now sure what to believe.		:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer's eyes narrow a bit before he turns away from the scene and the ongoing changing of I am the Law by Nick and entorage so he can look upon the device. Something about it. It's taking in the input, giving the output, and then glitching to something else. "Is there anything else we need to know of this scenario?" He asks the device, which may cause it to skirtz out again. But then, maybe not. Lucifer is simply wanting all the paintings he can get. It's also helping ebb his desire to go topple the Gates and beat Enoch to a bloody pulp.<br><br>As if he could.<br><br>"We do not know the future now any more than we did an hour ago. And I suspect each thing we're seeing here is now not going to come to pass. Reality won't let it because we've seen it. Course, this also throws a whole wrench into the idea that we have free will and that God knows all..." Which puts Lucifer's brain into a sort of fritz as well. He's now now sure what to believe.

	:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Perhaps. But by seeing it, maybe all the other possible failures won't happen either. Because of that one outcome. <~~span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y"~~>    "I understand this is where you roost<br>    but I've got grace, soul, and a power boost<br><br>    You've viewed weakness when seeing untapped force<br>    Just pushed too far, now you've set the course.<br><br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law"<br><br></span>As the other voices start to chime in, Metatron glares. "ENOUGH! STOP THIS." With a quick swipe he knocks down one of the clones. But it appears to have the opposite of the intended effect. Several of the quieter clones frown before they start joining in, making the next round of the chorus louder.<br><br><span class="fg_c bg_n ++ c">    "He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-"</span><br><br>With the joined voices, there's a slight crackle in the environment. <br><br>"YOU WILL CEASE THI-"<br><br><span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">    "Of how you rule we all just saw,<br>    You're now fired I am NOW the law.<br><br>    You won't speak til I want you to,<br>    I've grown so bored<br>    Your plans are shattered,<br>    it's the end of your world.<br><br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law"</span><br><br><span class="~~fg c~~ bg n ++ c">    "He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-"</span><br><br>Or maybe the general message is that not all things are solved by violence. Sometimes you just need a catchy song number and a bunch of grace infused clones to back up your claims. <br><br>Regardless of the reason, there's an almost light show as a light storm erupts from the singing clones, converging upon the one they're declaring to be the law. A glorious sight. In theory. If Nick wasn't knocked to the floor with the force of the blast, giving a shout of agony. His sword clatters away from him, leaving him effectively unarmed <br><br>Metatron, now unable to speak out loud says more than enough with his growing sneer. His own weapon in hand as he strides forward with purpose.		:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Perhaps. But by seeing it, maybe all the other possible failures won't happen either. Because of that one outcome. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">"I understand this is where you roost<br>    but I've got grace, soul, and a power boost<br><br>    You've viewed weakness when seeing untapped force<br>    Just pushed too far, now you've set the course.<br><br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law"<br><br></span>As the other voices start to chime in, Metatron glares. "ENOUGH! STOP THIS." With a quick swipe he knocks down one of the clones. But it appears to have the opposite of the intended effect. Several of the quieter clones frown before they start joining in, making the next round of the chorus louder.<br><br><span class="fg_c bg_n ++ c">    "He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-"</span><br><br>With the joined voices, there's a slight crackle in the environment. <br><br>"YOU WILL CEASE THI-"<br><br><span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">    "Of how you rule we all just saw,<br>    You're now fired I am NOW the law.<br><br>    You won't speak til I want you to,<br>    I've grown so bored<br>    Your plans are shattered,<br>    it's the end of your world.<br><br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law"</span><br><br><span class="fg_c bg n ++ c">    "He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-"</span><br><br>Or maybe the general message is that not all things are solved by violence. Sometimes you just need a catchy song number and a bunch of grace infused clones to back up your claims. <br><br>Regardless of the reason, there's an almost light show as a light storm erupts from the singing clones, converging upon the one they're declaring to be the law. A glorious sight. In theory. If Nick wasn't knocked to the floor with the force of the blast, giving a shout of agony. His sword clatters away from him, leaving him effectively unarmed <br><br>Metatron, now unable to speak out loud says more than enough with his growing sneer. His own weapon in hand as he strides forward with purpose.

	:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Chaos theorum has a few very peculiar little side-rules for its slide-rules. One is the observer effect -- but this is ... oh, it's quantum but there's also entanglement, here. Mainly because of the connections here and the... well, nevermind me, I'm doing sciencey geek-speak again." Sinister muses, looking faintly apologetic to the devil. <br><br>He quiets at the panning out of the song, the power that it has, but also its limits. He frowns, it gradually gets deeper below the ruby diamond. <br><br>"This is infinite improbability, sifting the most likely of outcomes. The future isn't fixed. But there are likely effects. That's the way the world works, cause and effect. That's how -magic- works. Cause and effect. That's a universal rule. What this is telling us is -why-. And -how-. And potentially other strings along the theorum line."<br><br>He looks at Lucifer, then back at the scenario. "I might just have forgiven Uriel slightly."		:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Chaos theorum has a few very peculiar little side-rules for its slide-rules. One is the observer effect -- but this is ... oh, it's quantum but there's also entanglement, here. Mainly because of the connections here and the... well, nevermind me, I'm doing sciencey geek-speak again." Sinister muses, looking faintly apologetic to the devil. <br><br>He quiets at the panning out of the song, the power that it has, but also its limits. He frowns, it gradually gets deeper below the ruby diamond. <br><br>"This is infinite improbability, sifting the most likely of outcomes. The future isn't fixed. But there are likely effects. That's the way the world works, cause and effect. That's how -magic- works. Cause and effect. That's a universal rule. What this is telling us is -why-. And -how-. And potentially other strings along the theorum line."<br><br>He looks at Lucifer, then back at the scenario. "I might just have forgiven Uriel slightly."

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	:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer takes a slow breath. At least now he knows that Raphael and Michael are alive. Though a part of him could find glee in Michael being taken down a notch or few...not like that. That's the worst.<br><br>He would know.<br><br>Then there's another breath as Leo hands off a hat and keys. His head tilts just so as he listens. Leo has hope and that's a plus. It's just good to know they're all alive and relatively healthy. That's a relief to him.<br><br>"Alright. How does Nick fare further in the current scenario against Enoch with MD3 close by?"		:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer takes a slow breath. At least now he knows that Raphael and Michael are alive. Though a part of him could find glee in Michael being taken down a notch or few...not like that. That's the worst.<br><br>He would know.<br><br>Then there's another breath as Leo hands off a hat and keys. His head tilts just so as he listens. Leo has hope and that's a plus. It's just good to know they're all alive and relatively healthy. That's a relief to him.<br><br>"Alright. How does Nick fare further in the current scenario against Enoch with MD3 close by?"

	:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>The device does what it can to balance the demands of the two differing requests. Well, different, and yet related. And with the constantly flipping back and forth between channels to keep track of two shows playing at the same time. Some details MIGHT get dropped.<br><br>Cap and keys handed off, Leo turns as Raphael walks over to murmur something to the Irishman. There's a soft chuckle before the man looks back to the cave. "Slan agat."<br><br>He turns, walking towards the cave entrance.<br><br>PHZZT<br><br> At some point while being on the other channel, there must have been some banter exchanged. They won't ever know the lead in to what occurred most likely. But it becomes apparent that Nick has realized direct combat might not the best thing to try at this moment. <br><br>And so, with arms spread out, a palm facing upward with one hand while the other holds on to his sword, he starts going into a modified version of The Law by Reach. <br><br>Tsk. So lazy. But then again, he had other things on his mind than songwriting the past few days. <br><br>Well, the rhythm is there at least. But the lyrics have been twisted in places and replaced in others. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">'Do not mistake my inaction for some notable fear.<br>    There just was no need to do it myself when my friends were near.<br><br>    But now you've gone and forced my hands<br>    So now you'll find I won't heed your demands.<br><br>    The gates are open there's no other course,<br>    This is the end. No final remorse.<br><br>    Of how you rule we all just saw<br>    You're now fired I am NOW the law'</span><br><br>As Nick belts out the tune, he treats the room as his stage, strutting about, just out of the reach of anyone the irritated Metatron starts sending after him. And in an odd turn of events, the inner sense of rhythm of the clones start to sway-<br><br>And then Metatron tackles him, ending the song.<br><br>...Spoilsport.<br><br>PHZZT!<br><br>Nick spins out of the way of the bullish Angel. Ole! Just in time for the chorus to hit. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">'I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law'</span><br><br>Off to the back of the room, a similar voice pops up as MD3 joins in with a modified version <br><br>    <span class="~~fg_b~~ bg_n ++ b">'He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-'</span><br>MD3 bobs, acting like he's grooving with the music as well, doing a 'join in' gesture to the soldiers looking his way.<br><br>There's a moment before several of them start to join in on the new chorus.<br><br>Hmm. Maybe using an established song for a base WAS on purpose.		:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>The device does what it can to balance the demands of the two differing requests. Well, different, and yet related. And with the constantly flipping back and forth between channels to keep track of two shows playing at the same time. Some details MIGHT get dropped.<br><br>Cap and keys handed off, Leo turns as Raphael walks over to murmur something to the Irishman. There's a soft chuckle before the man looks back to the cave. "Slan agat."<br><br>He turns, walking towards the cave entrance.<br><br>PHZZT<br><br> At some point while being on the other channel, there must have been some banter exchanged. They won't ever know the lead in to what occurred most likely. But it becomes apparent that Nick has realized direct combat might not the best thing to try at this moment. <br><br>And so, with arms spread out, a palm facing upward with one hand while the other holds on to his sword, he starts going into a modified version of The Law by Reach. <br><br>Tsk. So lazy. But then again, he had other things on his mind than songwriting the past few days. <br><br>Well, the rhythm is there at least. But the lyrics have been twisted in places and replaced in others. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">'Do not mistake my inaction for some notable fear.<br>    There just was no need to do it myself when my friends were near.<br><br>    But now you've gone and forced my hands<br>    So now you'll find I won't heed your demands.<br><br>    The gates are open there's no other course,<br>    This is the end. No final remorse.<br><br>    Of how you rule we all just saw<br>    You're now fired I am NOW the law'</span><br><br>As Nick belts out the tune, he treats the room as his stage, strutting about, just out of the reach of anyone the irritated Metatron starts sending after him. And in an odd turn of events, the inner sense of rhythm of the clones start to sway-<br><br>And then Metatron tackles him, ending the song.<br><br>...Spoilsport.<br><br>PHZZT!<br><br>Nick spins out of the way of the bullish Angel. Ole! Just in time for the chorus to hit. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">'I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law'</span><br><br>Off to the back of the room, a similar voice pops up as MD3 joins in with a modified version <br><br>    <span class="fg_c bg_n ++ c">'He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-'</span><br>MD3 bobs, acting like he's grooving with the music as well, doing a 'join in' gesture to the soldiers looking his way.<br><br>There's a moment before several of them start to join in on the new chorus.<br><br>Hmm. Maybe using an established song for a base WAS on purpose.

	:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"I think that's an interesting answer," Sinister murmurs, head tilting just a slight bit as if listening to a whisper only he can hear. His gaze shifts through the wall, fixing on a shape that only he can see, a mind that he knows is there, but is hard to read. But this is him. Not just anyone. And certainly not an elevated angel. He looks back at the scenario played out, the contagion imbedded in the music, in the power of the Spell, visible at least in the offings of it. He gives a rare smirk at the fact that it's becoming a bit of a dance routine. <br><br>Everyone needs a back up dancer troupe, right? If they're a professhnul singer anyway...<br><br>"You know, I wonder if that's why..." he murmurs as something of a nonsequitur, but does elaborate some. "If one knows the future..." he glances at the device, its golden glint showing when the glow of the feather occasionally shines through. "...it's nice to throw chaos to what would've otherwise been a rather ordered take-over of Armageddon. I mean... if a son of Man with the dragons tongue is also a child of Dreams, sometimes, you can create just the perfect storm where a song in a dream changes all of reality."		:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"I think that's an interesting answer," Sinister murmurs, head tilting just a slight bit as if listening to a whisper only he can hear. His gaze shifts through the wall, fixing on a shape that only he can see, a mind that he knows is there, but is hard to read. But this is him. Not just anyone. And certainly not an elevated angel. He looks back at the scenario played out, the contagion imbedded in the music, in the power of the Spell, visible at least in the offings of it. He gives a rare smirk at the fact that it's becoming a bit of a dance routine. <br><br>Everyone needs a back up dancer troupe, right? If they're a professhnul singer anyway...<br><br>"You know, I wonder if that's why..." he murmurs as something of a nonsequitur, but does elaborate some. "If one knows the future..." he glances at the device, its golden glint showing when the glow of the feather occasionally shines through. "...it's nice to throw chaos to what would've otherwise been a rather ordered take-over of Armageddon. I mean... if a son of Man with the dragons tongue is also a child of Dreams, sometimes, you can create just the perfect storm where a song in a dream changes all of reality."
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	:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer's eyes narrow a bit before he turns away from the scene and the ongoing changing of I am the Law by Nick and entorage so he can look upon the device. Something about it. It's taking in the input, giving the output, and then glitching to something else. "Is there anything else we need to know of this scenario?" He asks the device, which may cause it to skirtz out again. But then, maybe not. Lucifer is simply wanting all the paintings he can get. It's also helping ebb his desire to go topple the Gates and beat Enoch to a bloody pulp.<br><br>As if he could.<br><br>"We do not know the future now any more than we did an hour ago. And I suspect each thing we're seeing here is now not going to come to pass. Reality won't let it because we've seen it. Course, this also throws a whole wrench into the idea that we have free will and that God knows all..." Which puts Lucifer's brain into a sort of fritz as well. He's now now sure what to believe.		:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer's eyes narrow a bit before he turns away from the scene and the ongoing changing of I am the Law by Nick and entorage so he can look upon the device. Something about it. It's taking in the input, giving the output, and then glitching to something else. "Is there anything else we need to know of this scenario?" He asks the device, which may cause it to skirtz out again. But then, maybe not. Lucifer is simply wanting all the paintings he can get. It's also helping ebb his desire to go topple the Gates and beat Enoch to a bloody pulp.<br><br>As if he could.<br><br>"We do not know the future now any more than we did an hour ago. And I suspect each thing we're seeing here is now not going to come to pass. Reality won't let it because we've seen it. Course, this also throws a whole wrench into the idea that we have free will and that God knows all..." Which puts Lucifer's brain into a sort of fritz as well. He's now now sure what to believe.

	:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Perhaps. But by seeing it, maybe all the other possible failures won't happen either. Because of that one outcome. <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">    "I understand this is where you roost<br>    but I've got grace, soul, and a power boost<br><br>    You've viewed weakness when seeing untapped force<br>    Just pushed too far, now you've set the course.<br><br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law"<br><br></span>As the other voices start to chime in, Metatron glares. "ENOUGH! STOP THIS." With a quick swipe he knocks down one of the clones. But it appears to have the opposite of the intended effect. Several of the quieter clones frown before they start joining in, making the next round of the chorus louder.<br><br><span class="~~fg_b~~ bg_n ++ b">    "He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-"</span><br><br>With the joined voices, there's a slight crackle in the environment. <br><br>"YOU WILL CEASE THI-"<br><br><span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">    "Of how you rule we all just saw,<br>    You're now fired I am NOW the law.<br><br>    You won't speak til I want you to,<br>    I've grown so bored<br>    Your plans are shattered,<br>    it's the end of your world.<br><br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law"</span><br><br><span class="~~fg_b bg_n~~ ++ b">    "He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-"</span><br><br>Or maybe the general message is that not all things are solved by violence. Sometimes you just need a catchy song number and a bunch of grace infused clones to back up your claims. <br><br>Regardless of the reason, there's an almost light show as a light storm erupts from the singing clones, converging upon the one they're declaring to be the law. A glorious sight. In theory. If Nick wasn't knocked to the floor with the force of the blast, giving a shout of agony. His sword clatters away from him, leaving him effectively unarmed <br><br>Metatron, now unable to speak out loud says more than enough with his growing sneer. His own weapon in hand as he strides forward with purpose.		:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Perhaps. But by seeing it, maybe all the other possible failures won't happen either. Because of that one outcome. <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">    "I understand this is where you roost<br>    but I've got grace, soul, and a power boost<br><br>    You've viewed weakness when seeing untapped force<br>    Just pushed too far, now you've set the course.<br><br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law"<br><br></span>As the other voices start to chime in, Metatron glares. "ENOUGH! STOP THIS." With a quick swipe he knocks down one of the clones. But it appears to have the opposite of the intended effect. Several of the quieter clones frown before they start joining in, making the next round of the chorus louder.<br><br><span class="fg_c bg_n ++ c">    "He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-"</span><br><br>With the joined voices, there's a slight crackle in the environment. <br><br>"YOU WILL CEASE THI-"<br><br><span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">    "Of how you rule we all just saw,<br>    You're now fired I am NOW the law.<br><br>    You won't speak til I want you to,<br>    I've grown so bored<br>    Your plans are shattered,<br>    it's the end of your world.<br><br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law"</span><br><br><span class="fg c bg n ++ c">    "He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-"</span><br><br>Or maybe the general message is that not all things are solved by violence. Sometimes you just need a catchy song number and a bunch of grace infused clones to back up your claims. <br><br>Regardless of the reason, there's an almost light show as a light storm erupts from the singing clones, converging upon the one they're declaring to be the law. A glorious sight. In theory. If Nick wasn't knocked to the floor with the force of the blast, giving a shout of agony. His sword clatters away from him, leaving him effectively unarmed <br><br>Metatron, now unable to speak out loud says more than enough with his growing sneer. His own weapon in hand as he strides forward with purpose.

	:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Chaos theorum has a few very peculiar little side-rules for its slide-rules. One is the observer effect -- but this is ... oh, it's quantum but there's also entanglement, here. Mainly because of the connections here and the... well, nevermind me, I'm doing sciencey geek-speak again." Sinister muses, looking faintly apologetic to the devil. <br><br>He quiets at the panning out of the song, the power that it has, but also its limits. He frowns, it gradually gets deeper below the ruby diamond. <br><br>"This is infinite improbability, sifting the most likely of outcomes. The future isn't fixed. But there are likely effects. That's the way the world works, cause and effect. That's how -magic- works. Cause and effect. That's a universal rule. What this is telling us is -why-. And -how-. And potentially other strings along the theorum line."<br><br>He looks at Lucifer, then back at the scenario. "I might just have forgiven Uriel slightly."		:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Chaos theorum has a few very peculiar little side-rules for its slide-rules. One is the observer effect -- but this is ... oh, it's quantum but there's also entanglement, here. Mainly because of the connections here and the... well, nevermind me, I'm doing sciencey geek-speak again." Sinister muses, looking faintly apologetic to the devil. <br><br>He quiets at the panning out of the song, the power that it has, but also its limits. He frowns, it gradually gets deeper below the ruby diamond. <br><br>"This is infinite improbability, sifting the most likely of outcomes. The future isn't fixed. But there are likely effects. That's the way the world works, cause and effect. That's how -magic- works. Cause and effect. That's a universal rule. What this is telling us is -why-. And -how-. And potentially other strings along the theorum line."<br><br>He looks at Lucifer, then back at the scenario. "I might just have forgiven Uriel slightly."

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	:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>In some ways, the pain and the dazedness might be a mercy in the scenario in front of them. <br>Idiot, yes. But also a manipulative git that's been patient for millenia -- there's only a few that are just as patient in their plotting. <br><br>The darkness brings Sin to stare at it, fixedly... a quick reaction, followed by a vigorous cackle that is bordering on hysteria, but not quite. It could be that some times, dramatic timing is just perfect. "And then came the Meggido flame..." he whispers as the scenario tints gold, then shimmers and glitches. It's not QUITE perfect after all, very few things are in this creation, when the hand of the imperfect tries to emmulate Deus ex Machina. <br><br>But he has that image in his mind and may well dream of it, of the black shadow surging toward the Metatron...<br><br>"I think this might have bled out. I was... concentrating hard..." he informs, between cackles.		:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>In some ways, the pain and the dazedness might be a mercy in the scenario in front of them. <br>Idiot, yes. But also a manipulative git that's been patient for millenia -- there's only a few that are just as patient in their plotting. <br><br>The darkness brings Sin to stare at it, fixedly... a quick reaction, followed by a vigorous cackle that is bordering on hysteria, but not quite. It could be that some times, dramatic timing is just perfect. "And then came the Meggido flame..." he whispers as the scenario tints gold, then shimmers and glitches. It's not QUITE perfect after all, very few things are in this creation, when the hand of the imperfect tries to emmulate Deus ex Machina. <br><br>But he has that image in his mind and may well dream of it, of the black shadow surging toward the Metatron...<br><br>"I think this might have bled out. I was... concentrating hard..." he informs, between cackles.

	~~:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Sinister says, "this, right here. Place holder. Like one of those cast iron stag beetles to prop the log open, or you know, a bookmark."~~

	:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>When all goes black, Lucifer looks around for a moment. It doesn't feel over so it can't be over right? So then? What's this? It also poses a lot of questions. Like what happened when Nick tried again to defy Enoch. And what the hell did Enock mean when he said he made Nick. Was that a bleed out from God?<br><br>Then there's the cackling from Sinister and the Devil turns his head to look at his beloved laughing like a maniac. Bled out? Like others were now influencing it a bit? Watching? He finally turns to the machine and tilts his head. "What happens if Nick's song succeeds?"		:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>When all goes black, Lucifer looks around for a moment. It doesn't feel over so it can't be over right? So then? What's this? It also poses a lot of questions. Like what happened when Nick tried again to defy Enoch. And what the hell did Enock mean when he said he made Nick. Was that a bleed out from God?<br><br>Then there's the cackling from Sinister and the Devil turns his head to look at his beloved laughing like a maniac. Bled out? Like others were now influencing it a bit? Watching? He finally turns to the machine and tilts his head. "What happens if Nick's song succeeds?"
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	:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer takes a slow breath. At least now he knows that Raphael and Michael are alive. Though a part of him could find glee in Michael being taken down a notch or few...not like that. That's the worst.<br><br>He would know.<br><br>Then there's another breath as Leo hands off a hat and keys. His head tilts just so as he listens. Leo has hope and that's a plus. It's just good to know they're all alive and relatively healthy. That's a relief to him.<br><br>"Alright. How does Nick fare further in the current scenario against Enoch with MD3 close by?"		:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer takes a slow breath. At least now he knows that Raphael and Michael are alive. Though a part of him could find glee in Michael being taken down a notch or few...not like that. That's the worst.<br><br>He would know.<br><br>Then there's another breath as Leo hands off a hat and keys. His head tilts just so as he listens. Leo has hope and that's a plus. It's just good to know they're all alive and relatively healthy. That's a relief to him.<br><br>"Alright. How does Nick fare further in the current scenario against Enoch with MD3 close by?"

	:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>The device does what it can to balance the demands of the two differing requests. Well, different, and yet related. And with the constantly flipping back and forth between channels to keep track of two shows playing at the same time. Some details MIGHT get dropped.<br><br>Cap and keys handed off, Leo turns as Raphael walks over to murmur something to the Irishman. There's a soft chuckle before the man looks back to the cave. "Slan agat."<br><br>He turns, walking towards the cave entrance.<br><br>PHZZT<br><br> At some point while being on the other channel, there must have been some banter exchanged. They won't ever know the lead in to what occurred most likely. But it becomes apparent that Nick has realized direct combat might not the best thing to try at this moment. <br><br>And so, with arms spread out, a palm facing upward with one hand while the other holds on to his sword, he starts going into a modified version of The Law by Reach. <br><br>Tsk. So lazy. But then again, he had other things on his mind than songwriting the past few days. <br><br>Well, the rhythm is there at least. But the lyrics have been twisted in places and replaced in others. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">'Do not mistake my inaction for some notable fear.<br>    There just was no need to do it myself when my friends were near.<br><br>    But now you've gone and forced my hands<br>    So now you'll find I won't heed your demands.<br><br>    The gates are open there's no other course,<br>    This is the end. No final remorse.<br><br>    Of how you rule we all just saw<br>    You're now fired I am NOW the law'</span><br><br>As Nick belts out the tune, he treats the room as his stage, strutting about, just out of the reach of anyone the irritated Metatron starts sending after him. And in an odd turn of events, the inner sense of rhythm of the clones start to sway-<br><br>And then Metatron tackles him, ending the song.<br><br>...Spoilsport.<br><br>PHZZT!<br><br>Nick spins out of the way of the bullish Angel. Ole! Just in time for the chorus to hit. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">'I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law'</span><br><br>Off to the back of the room, a similar voice pops up as MD3 joins in with a modified version <br><br>		:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>The device does what it can to balance the demands of the two differing requests. Well, different, and yet related. And with the constantly flipping back and forth between channels to keep track of two shows playing at the same time. Some details MIGHT get dropped.<br><br>Cap and keys handed off, Leo turns as Raphael walks over to murmur something to the Irishman. There's a soft chuckle before the man looks back to the cave. "Slan agat."<br><br>He turns, walking towards the cave entrance.<br><br>PHZZT<br><br> At some point while being on the other channel, there must have been some banter exchanged. They won't ever know the lead in to what occurred most likely. But it becomes apparent that Nick has realized direct combat might not the best thing to try at this moment. <br><br>And so, with arms spread out, a palm facing upward with one hand while the other holds on to his sword, he starts going into a modified version of The Law by Reach. <br><br>Tsk. So lazy. But then again, he had other things on his mind than songwriting the past few days. <br><br>Well, the rhythm is there at least. But the lyrics have been twisted in places and replaced in others. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">'Do not mistake my inaction for some notable fear.<br>    There just was no need to do it myself when my friends were near.<br><br>    But now you've gone and forced my hands<br>    So now you'll find I won't heed your demands.<br><br>    The gates are open there's no other course,<br>    This is the end. No final remorse.<br><br>    Of how you rule we all just saw<br>    You're now fired I am NOW the law'</span><br><br>As Nick belts out the tune, he treats the room as his stage, strutting about, just out of the reach of anyone the irritated Metatron starts sending after him. And in an odd turn of events, the inner sense of rhythm of the clones start to sway-<br><br>And then Metatron tackles him, ending the song.<br><br>...Spoilsport.<br><br>PHZZT!<br><br>Nick spins out of the way of the bullish Angel. Ole! Just in time for the chorus to hit. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">'I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law'</span><br><br>Off to the back of the room, a similar voice pops up as MD3 joins in with a modified version <br><br>    <span class="fg_b bg_n ++ b">'He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-'</span><br>MD3 bobs, acting like he's grooving with the music as well, doing a 'join in' gesture to the soldiers looking his way.<br><br>There's a moment before several of them start to join in on the new chorus.<br><br>Hmm. Maybe using an established song for a base WAS on purpose.

	<span class="~~fg_y~~ bg_n ++ b">'He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-'</span><br>MD3 bobs, acting like he's grooving with the music as well, doing a 'join in' gesture to the soldiers looking his way.<br><br>There's a moment before several of them start to join in on the new chorus.<br><br>Hmm. Maybe using an established song for a base WAS on purpose.

	:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"I think that's an interesting answer," Sinister murmurs, head tilting just a slight bit as if listening to a whisper only he can hear. His gaze shifts through the wall, fixing on a shape that only he can see, a mind that he knows is there, but is hard to read. But this is him. Not just anyone. And certainly not an elevated angel. He looks back at the scenario played out, the contagion imbedded in the music, in the power of the Spell, visible at least in the offings of it. He gives a rare smirk at the fact that it's becoming a bit of a dance routine. <br><br>Everyone needs a back up dancer troupe, right? If they're a professhnul singer anyway...<br><br>"You know, I wonder if that's why..." he murmurs as something of a nonsequitur, but does elaborate some. "If one knows the future..." he glances at the device, its golden glint showing when the glow of the feather occasionally shines through. "...it's nice to throw chaos to what would've otherwise been a rather ordered take-over of Armageddon. I mean... if a son of Man with the dragons tongue is also a child of Dreams, sometimes, you can create just the perfect storm where a song in a dream changes all of reality."		:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"I think that's an interesting answer," Sinister murmurs, head tilting just a slight bit as if listening to a whisper only he can hear. His gaze shifts through the wall, fixing on a shape that only he can see, a mind that he knows is there, but is hard to read. But this is him. Not just anyone. And certainly not an elevated angel. He looks back at the scenario played out, the contagion imbedded in the music, in the power of the Spell, visible at least in the offings of it. He gives a rare smirk at the fact that it's becoming a bit of a dance routine. <br><br>Everyone needs a back up dancer troupe, right? If they're a professhnul singer anyway...<br><br>"You know, I wonder if that's why..." he murmurs as something of a nonsequitur, but does elaborate some. "If one knows the future..." he glances at the device, its golden glint showing when the glow of the feather occasionally shines through. "...it's nice to throw chaos to what would've otherwise been a rather ordered take-over of Armageddon. I mean... if a son of Man with the dragons tongue is also a child of Dreams, sometimes, you can create just the perfect storm where a song in a dream changes all of reality."

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	:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>"What do you want me to do... go and drag him into this room and force him to sing it?" Lucifer hisses this, but it's more because he's sorting through all the emotions right now and so he takes a breath. "Sorry. I don't think it'll work unless Nick is here... and will it actually work..." He stops himself. He forgets what all the songs do each. Plus, his mind is running marathons while he's trying to slow it down to sprints.<br><br>"I'm stuck. I want to react so badly but I know there's no sense to it. And I don't know what we need that song for. I also kinda wanna go and just kill Enoch now so this cannot happen." But that just means another will come. Will they be better? Worse? There's no real way to tell. And the vein in his forehead begins to visibly pulsate.		:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>"What do you want me to do... go and drag him into this room and force him to sing it?" Lucifer hisses this, but it's more because he's sorting through all the emotions right now and so he takes a breath. "Sorry. I don't think it'll work unless Nick is here... and will it actually work..." He stops himself. He forgets what all the songs do each. Plus, his mind is running marathons while he's trying to slow it down to sprints.<br><br>"I'm stuck. I want to react so badly but I know there's no sense to it. And I don't know what we need that song for. I also kinda wanna go and just kill Enoch now so this cannot happen." But that just means another will come. Will they be better? Worse? There's no real way to tell. And the vein in his forehead begins to visibly pulsate.

	:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer and Sinister apparently are not the only ones who are finding Metatron's words disagreeable. Of the pair of unwinged clones that have been brought in, while one seems a bit glazed over in expression, there's a momentary flash of distaste to his features before he blinks, adopting the same expression as the sibling next to them. <br><br>Good thing no one is really focused that way, MD3.<br><br>Nick's teeth clench as he's lectured. Pale eyes look to the peacocked wings, before he shakes his head, looking to Metatron with a glare. "I beg to differ."<br><br>Metatron looks over to one of the ones holding Nick, giving another silent order. <br><br>The movement is quick, unseen, but it jostles Nick in a way that doesn't agree with his injuries. With a grunt of pain, Nick's head tilts down. <br><br>Metatron shakes his head once more, "You are making this more difficult than it has to be, Michael Nicholas. Your allies have been cast out. There's nothing left to do than just do as you're told."<br><br>Nick's shoulders rise and fall with a drawn out sigh. And perhaps for anyone who is looking closely enough, a glimmer of hope.<br><br>     <span ~~style~~="~~color:xterm220~~">"No matter how many times you tell us heel <br>    I can assure you I will not Kneel<br>    I won't be your soldier.<br>    It's over."</span><br><br>Metatron glares. "I MADE YOU. You will CEASE this...TEMPER TANTRUM!"		:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer and Sinister apparently are not the only ones who are finding Metatron's words disagreeable. Of the pair of unwinged clones that have been brought in, while one seems a bit glazed over in expression, there's a momentary flash of distaste to his features before he blinks, adopting the same expression as the sibling next to them. <br><br>Good thing no one is really focused that way, MD3.<br><br>Nick's teeth clench as he's lectured. Pale eyes look to the peacocked wings, before he shakes his head, looking to Metatron with a glare. "I beg to differ."<br><br>Metatron looks over to one of the ones holding Nick, giving another silent order. <br><br>The movement is quick, unseen, but it jostles Nick in a way that doesn't agree with his injuries. With a grunt of pain, Nick's head tilts down. <br><br>Metatron shakes his head once more, "You are making this more difficult than it has to be, Michael Nicholas. Your allies have been cast out. There's nothing left to do than just do as you're told."<br><br>Nick's shoulders rise and fall with a drawn out sigh. And perhaps for anyone who is looking closely enough, a glimmer of hope.<br><br>     <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">"No matter how many times you tell us heel <br>    I can assure you I will not Kneel<br>    I won't be your soldier.<br>    It's over."</span><br><br>Metatron glares. "I MADE YOU. You will CEASE this...TEMPER TANTRUM!"

	:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Sinister's hand clenches gently as the scenario plays out. Being on the outside looking in, there's a small smile as it plays out in defiance. "I think this might have happened..." he murmurs much to himself, gives an odd little shake of the devil's wrist. "Do nothing. Right now, do -nothing-. Witness..." but he nods, because he DOES understand. Lucifer is patient to a degree, but he's a creature of chaotic impulse and action so very much of the time. Machiavellian plotting is a side-gig for him, not the main show. <br><br>Red eyes track face to face, picking up nuances as best he can, a thing born of cruelty and scientific dispassion... is the ability to read psychological cues and subtleties; all those things they won't tell you out of well... this: The Defiance. <br><br>"I'm so proud of him right now. He won't submit..." he gives another squeeze of Lucifer's wrist. "...Look at that!"<br><br>There's a slow, deep breath. "The song of Samael -- Defiance and free will. The one thing that so many have learned from -you- my dear, is a strange truth: you make us realise we have our own agency. Even here. Even now."		:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Sinister's hand clenches gently as the scenario plays out. Being on the outside looking in, there's a small smile as it plays out in defiance. "I think this might have happened..." he murmurs much to himself, gives an odd little shake of the devil's wrist. "Do nothing. Right now, do -nothing-. Witness..." but he nods, because he DOES understand. Lucifer is patient to a degree, but he's a creature of chaotic impulse and action so very much of the time. Machiavellian plotting is a side-gig for him, not the main show. <br><br>Red eyes track face to face, picking up nuances as best he can, a thing born of cruelty and scientific dispassion... is the ability to read psychological cues and subtleties; all those things they won't tell you out of well... this: The Defiance. <br><br>"I'm so proud of him right now. He won't submit..." he gives another squeeze of Lucifer's wrist. "...Look at that!"<br><br>There's a slow, deep breath. "The song of Samael -- Defiance and free will. The one thing that so many have learned from -you- my dear, is a strange truth: you make us realise we have our own agency. Even here. Even now."
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	:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>That shake to his wrist is enough to pull Lucifer just so out of his mental anguish. There's a breath. A calming. Then he nods his head. Watch. Wait. Do nothing.<br><br>Which is extremely hard to do but also easy to do if he keeps reminding himself this isn't actually happening. They are just watching a what if. A possibility. Why is that so hard to remember? Then, something else begins. Nick shows defiance. It actually makes Lucifer smile and his heart nearly burst with the joy he feels in this moment. Thatta boy, Nick. You tell that dickweed who's boss!<br><br>The very fact that Metatron goes a little bonkers after only proves that maybe...just maybe...there's not as much stability as there seems to be. Plus. Another thought. He could have just cut the wings off his siblings. And wings? They can be mended. Or grow back entirely.<br><br>Idiot.		:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>That shake to his wrist is enough to pull Lucifer just so out of his mental anguish. There's a breath. A calming. Then he nods his head. Watch. Wait. Do nothing.<br><br>Which is extremely hard to do but also easy to do if he keeps reminding himself this isn't actually happening. They are just watching a what if. A possibility. Why is that so hard to remember? Then, something else begins. Nick shows defiance. It actually makes Lucifer smile and his heart nearly burst with the joy he feels in this moment. Thatta boy, Nick. You tell that dickweed who's boss!<br><br>The very fact that Metatron goes a little bonkers after only proves that maybe...just maybe...there's not as much stability as there seems to be. Plus. Another thought. He could have just cut the wings off his siblings. And wings? They can be mended. Or grow back entirely.<br><br>Idiot.

	:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Yes! Defiance! Yay Nick! Things are looking up!<br><br>Angered, Metatron barges forward. It almost seems like he wants to tackle the musician but there's no lifting of the arms. Just one as indicates towards Nick as he gets closer. <br><br>    <span ~~style~~="~~color:xterm220~~">"We can't be a pa-"<br><br>...<br>    "Pa-"</span><br><br>As Nick is silenced, Metatron smiles slightly. "I think we're quite done here. Don't you think?"<br><br>Nick's eyes widen but the glance to his face is obstructed as something unseen hits him from behind. With the force, he pitches forward out of the grip of the ones holding him. With a thunk Nick lands ungracefully upon the floor. <br><br>Metatron's smile falters as he turns his head to look to the general direction the hit had to have come from. <br><br>What the hell was that?<br><br>Nick may be down. But he's not out...cold. But he does sound like he has one as he coughs, hand clenching in a fist. "No..."<br><br>From nowhere, darkness appears. <br><br>Nick lies there, eyes closed in pain.		:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Yes! Defiance! Yay Nick! Things are looking up!<br><br>Angered, Metatron barges forward. It almost seems like he wants to tackle the musician but there's no lifting of the arms. Just one as indicates towards Nick as he gets closer. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">"We can't be a pa-"<br><br>...<br>    "Pa-"</span><br><br>As Nick is silenced, Metatron smiles slightly. "I think we're quite done here. Don't you think?"<br><br>Nick's eyes widen but the glance to his face is obstructed as something unseen hits him from behind. With the force, he pitches forward out of the grip of the ones holding him. With a thunk Nick lands ungracefully upon the floor. <br><br>Metatron's smile falters as he turns his head to look to the general direction the hit had to have come from. <br><br>What the hell was that?<br><br>Nick may be down. But he's not out...cold. But he does sound like he has one as he coughs, hand clenching in a fist. "No..."<br><br>From nowhere, darkness appears. <br><br>Nick lies there, eyes closed in pain.

	:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>In some ways, the pain and the dazedness might be a mercy in the scenario in front of them. <br>Idiot, yes. But also a manipulative git that's been patient for millenia -- there's only a few that are just as patient in their plotting. <br><br>The darkness brings Sin to stare at it, fixedly... a quick reaction, followed by a vigorous cackle that is bordering on hysteria, but not quite. It could be that some times, dramatic timing is just perfect. "And then came the Meggido flame..." he whispers as the scenario tints gold, then shimmers and glitches. It's not QUITE perfect after all, very few things are in this creation, when the hand of the imperfect tries to emmulate Deus ex Machina. <br><br>But he has that image in his mind and may well dream of it, of the black shadow surging toward the Metatron...<br><br>"I think this might have bled out. I was... concentrating hard..." he informs, between cackles.		:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>In some ways, the pain and the dazedness might be a mercy in the scenario in front of them. <br>Idiot, yes. But also a manipulative git that's been patient for millenia -- there's only a few that are just as patient in their plotting. <br><br>The darkness brings Sin to stare at it, fixedly... a quick reaction, followed by a vigorous cackle that is bordering on hysteria, but not quite. It could be that some times, dramatic timing is just perfect. "And then came the Meggido flame..." he whispers as the scenario tints gold, then shimmers and glitches. It's not QUITE perfect after all, very few things are in this creation, when the hand of the imperfect tries to emmulate Deus ex Machina. <br><br>But he has that image in his mind and may well dream of it, of the black shadow surging toward the Metatron...<br><br>"I think this might have bled out. I was... concentrating hard..." he informs, between cackles.
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	:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer takes a slow breath. At least now he knows that Raphael and Michael are alive. Though a part of him could find glee in Michael being taken down a notch or few...not like that. That's the worst.<br><br>He would know.<br><br>Then there's another breath as Leo hands off a hat and keys. His head tilts just so as he listens. Leo has hope and that's a plus. It's just good to know they're all alive and relatively healthy. That's a relief to him.<br><br>"Alright. How does Nick fare further in the current scenario against Enoch with MD3 close by?"		:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer takes a slow breath. At least now he knows that Raphael and Michael are alive. Though a part of him could find glee in Michael being taken down a notch or few...not like that. That's the worst.<br><br>He would know.<br><br>Then there's another breath as Leo hands off a hat and keys. His head tilts just so as he listens. Leo has hope and that's a plus. It's just good to know they're all alive and relatively healthy. That's a relief to him.<br><br>"Alright. How does Nick fare further in the current scenario against Enoch with MD3 close by?"

	:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>The device does what it can to balance the demands of the two differing requests. Well, different, and yet related. And with the constantly flipping back and forth between channels to keep track of two shows playing at the same time. Some details MIGHT get dropped.<br><br>Cap and keys handed off, Leo turns as Raphael walks over to murmur something to the Irishman. There's a soft chuckle before the man looks back to the cave. "Slan agat."<br><br>He turns, walking towards the cave entrance.<br><br>PHZZT<br><br> At some point while being on the other channel, there must have been some banter exchanged. They won't ever know the lead in to what occurred most likely. But it becomes apparent that Nick has realized direct combat might not the best thing to try at this moment. <br><br>And so, with arms spread out, a palm facing upward with one hand while the other holds on to his sword, he starts going into a modified version of The Law by Reach. <br><br>Tsk. So lazy. But then again, he had other things on his mind than songwriting the past few days. <br><br>Well, the rhythm is there at least. But the lyrics have been twisted in places and replaced in others. <br><br>    <span ~~style~~="~~color:xterm44~~">'Do not mistake my inaction for some notable fear.<br>    There just was no need to do it myself when my friends were near.<br><br>    But now you've gone and forced my hands<br>    So now you'll find I won't heed your demands.<br><br>    The gates are open there's no other course,<br>    This is the end. No final remorse.<br><br>    Of how you rule we all just saw<br>    You're now fired I am NOW the law'</span><br><br>As Nick belts out the tune, he treats the room as his stage, strutting about, just out of the reach of anyone the irritated Metatron starts sending after him. And in an odd turn of events, the inner sense of rhythm of the clones start to sway-<br><br>And then Metatron tackles him, ending the song.<br><br>...Spoilsport.<br><br>PHZZT!<br><br>Nick spins out of the way of the bullish Angel. Ole! Just in time for the chorus to hit. <br><br>    <span ~~style~~="~~color:xterm44~~">'I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law'</span><br><br>Off to the back of the room, a similar voice pops up as MD3 joins in with a modified version <br><br>    <span ~~style~~="~~color:xterm20~~">'He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-'</span><br>MD3 bobs, acting like he's grooving with the music as well, doing a 'join in' gesture to the soldiers looking his way.<br><br>There's a moment before several of them start to join in on the new chorus.<br><br>Hmm. Maybe using an established song for a base WAS on purpose.		:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>The device does what it can to balance the demands of the two differing requests. Well, different, and yet related. And with the constantly flipping back and forth between channels to keep track of two shows playing at the same time. Some details MIGHT get dropped.<br><br>Cap and keys handed off, Leo turns as Raphael walks over to murmur something to the Irishman. There's a soft chuckle before the man looks back to the cave. "Slan agat."<br><br>He turns, walking towards the cave entrance.<br><br>PHZZT<br><br> At some point while being on the other channel, there must have been some banter exchanged. They won't ever know the lead in to what occurred most likely. But it becomes apparent that Nick has realized direct combat might not the best thing to try at this moment. <br><br>And so, with arms spread out, a palm facing upward with one hand while the other holds on to his sword, he starts going into a modified version of The Law by Reach. <br><br>Tsk. So lazy. But then again, he had other things on his mind than songwriting the past few days. <br><br>Well, the rhythm is there at least. But the lyrics have been twisted in places and replaced in others. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">'Do not mistake my inaction for some notable fear.<br>    There just was no need to do it myself when my friends were near.<br><br>    But now you've gone and forced my hands<br>    So now you'll find I won't heed your demands.<br><br>    The gates are open there's no other course,<br>    This is the end. No final remorse.<br><br>    Of how you rule we all just saw<br>    You're now fired I am NOW the law'</span><br><br>As Nick belts out the tune, he treats the room as his stage, strutting about, just out of the reach of anyone the irritated Metatron starts sending after him. And in an odd turn of events, the inner sense of rhythm of the clones start to sway-<br><br>And then Metatron tackles him, ending the song.<br><br>...Spoilsport.<br><br>PHZZT!<br><br>Nick spins out of the way of the bullish Angel. Ole! Just in time for the chorus to hit. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">'I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law'</span><br><br>Off to the back of the room, a similar voice pops up as MD3 joins in with a modified version <br><br>

			<span class="fg_y bg_n ++ b">'He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-'</span><br>MD3 bobs, acting like he's grooving with the music as well, doing a 'join in' gesture to the soldiers looking his way.<br><br>There's a moment before several of them start to join in on the new chorus.<br><br>Hmm. Maybe using an established song for a base WAS on purpose.

	:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"I think that's an interesting answer," Sinister murmurs, head tilting just a slight bit as if listening to a whisper only he can hear. His gaze shifts through the wall, fixing on a shape that only he can see, a mind that he knows is there, but is hard to read. But this is him. Not just anyone. And certainly not an elevated angel. He looks back at the scenario played out, the contagion imbedded in the music, in the power of the Spell, visible at least in the offings of it. He gives a rare smirk at the fact that it's becoming a bit of a dance routine. <br><br>Everyone needs a back up dancer troupe, right? If they're a professhnul singer anyway...<br><br>"You know, I wonder if that's why..." he murmurs as something of a nonsequitur, but does elaborate some. "If one knows the future..." he glances at the device, its golden glint showing when the glow of the feather occasionally shines through. "...it's nice to throw chaos to what would've otherwise been a rather ordered take-over of Armageddon. I mean... if a son of Man with the dragons tongue is also a child of Dreams, sometimes, you can create just the perfect storm where a song in a dream changes all of reality."		:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"I think that's an interesting answer," Sinister murmurs, head tilting just a slight bit as if listening to a whisper only he can hear. His gaze shifts through the wall, fixing on a shape that only he can see, a mind that he knows is there, but is hard to read. But this is him. Not just anyone. And certainly not an elevated angel. He looks back at the scenario played out, the contagion imbedded in the music, in the power of the Spell, visible at least in the offings of it. He gives a rare smirk at the fact that it's becoming a bit of a dance routine. <br><br>Everyone needs a back up dancer troupe, right? If they're a professhnul singer anyway...<br><br>"You know, I wonder if that's why..." he murmurs as something of a nonsequitur, but does elaborate some. "If one knows the future..." he glances at the device, its golden glint showing when the glow of the feather occasionally shines through. "...it's nice to throw chaos to what would've otherwise been a rather ordered take-over of Armageddon. I mean... if a son of Man with the dragons tongue is also a child of Dreams, sometimes, you can create just the perfect storm where a song in a dream changes all of reality."

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	:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer's eyes narrow a bit before he turns away from the scene and the ongoing changing of I am the Law by Nick and entorage so he can look upon the device. Something about it. It's taking in the input, giving the output, and then glitching to something else. "Is there anything else we need to know of this scenario?" He asks the device, which may cause it to skirtz out again. But then, maybe not. Lucifer is simply wanting all the paintings he can get. It's also helping ebb his desire to go topple the Gates and beat Enoch to a bloody pulp.<br><br>As if he could.<br><br>"We do not know the future now any more than we did an hour ago. And I suspect each thing we're seeing here is now not going to come to pass. Reality won't let it because we've seen it. Course, this also throws a whole wrench into the idea that we have free will and that God knows all..." Which puts Lucifer's brain into a sort of fritz as well. He's now now sure what to believe.		:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer's eyes narrow a bit before he turns away from the scene and the ongoing changing of I am the Law by Nick and entorage so he can look upon the device. Something about it. It's taking in the input, giving the output, and then glitching to something else. "Is there anything else we need to know of this scenario?" He asks the device, which may cause it to skirtz out again. But then, maybe not. Lucifer is simply wanting all the paintings he can get. It's also helping ebb his desire to go topple the Gates and beat Enoch to a bloody pulp.<br><br>As if he could.<br><br>"We do not know the future now any more than we did an hour ago. And I suspect each thing we're seeing here is now not going to come to pass. Reality won't let it because we've seen it. Course, this also throws a whole wrench into the idea that we have free will and that God knows all..." Which puts Lucifer's brain into a sort of fritz as well. He's now now sure what to believe.

	:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Perhaps. But by seeing it, maybe all the other possible failures won't happen either. Because of that one outcome. <~~span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y"~~>    "I understand this is where you roost<br>    but I've got grace, soul, and a power boost<br><br>    You've viewed weakness when seeing untapped force<br>    Just pushed too far, now you've set the course.<br><br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law"<br><br></span>As the other voices start to chime in, Metatron glares. "ENOUGH! STOP THIS." With a quick swipe he knocks down one of the clones. But it appears to have the opposite of the intended effect. Several of the quieter clones frown before they start joining in, making the next round of the chorus louder.<br><br><span class="fg_c bg_n ++ c">    "He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-"</span><br><br>With the joined voices, there's a slight crackle in the environment. <br><br>"YOU WILL CEASE THI-"<br><br><span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">    "Of how you rule we all just saw,<br>    You're now fired I am NOW the law.<br><br>    You won't speak til I want you to,<br>    I've grown so bored<br>    Your plans are shattered,<br>    it's the end of your world.<br><br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law"</span><br><br><span class="~~fg c~~ bg n ++ c">    "He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-"</span><br><br>Or maybe the general message is that not all things are solved by violence. Sometimes you just need a catchy song number and a bunch of grace infused clones to back up your claims. <br><br>Regardless of the reason, there's an almost light show as a light storm erupts from the singing clones, converging upon the one they're declaring to be the law. A glorious sight. In theory. If Nick wasn't knocked to the floor with the force of the blast, giving a shout of agony. His sword clatters away from him, leaving him effectively unarmed <br><br>Metatron, now unable to speak out loud says more than enough with his growing sneer. His own weapon in hand as he strides forward with purpose.		:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Perhaps. But by seeing it, maybe all the other possible failures won't happen either. Because of that one outcome. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">"I understand this is where you roost<br>    but I've got grace, soul, and a power boost<br><br>    You've viewed weakness when seeing untapped force<br>    Just pushed too far, now you've set the course.<br><br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law"<br><br></span>As the other voices start to chime in, Metatron glares. "ENOUGH! STOP THIS." With a quick swipe he knocks down one of the clones. But it appears to have the opposite of the intended effect. Several of the quieter clones frown before they start joining in, making the next round of the chorus louder.<br><br><span class="fg_c bg_n ++ c">    "He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-"</span><br><br>With the joined voices, there's a slight crackle in the environment. <br><br>"YOU WILL CEASE THI-"<br><br><span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">    "Of how you rule we all just saw,<br>    You're now fired I am NOW the law.<br><br>    You won't speak til I want you to,<br>    I've grown so bored<br>    Your plans are shattered,<br>    it's the end of your world.<br><br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law"</span><br><br><span class="fg_c bg n ++ c">    "He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-"</span><br><br>Or maybe the general message is that not all things are solved by violence. Sometimes you just need a catchy song number and a bunch of grace infused clones to back up your claims. <br><br>Regardless of the reason, there's an almost light show as a light storm erupts from the singing clones, converging upon the one they're declaring to be the law. A glorious sight. In theory. If Nick wasn't knocked to the floor with the force of the blast, giving a shout of agony. His sword clatters away from him, leaving him effectively unarmed <br><br>Metatron, now unable to speak out loud says more than enough with his growing sneer. His own weapon in hand as he strides forward with purpose.

	:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Chaos theorum has a few very peculiar little side-rules for its slide-rules. One is the observer effect -- but this is ... oh, it's quantum but there's also entanglement, here. Mainly because of the connections here and the... well, nevermind me, I'm doing sciencey geek-speak again." Sinister muses, looking faintly apologetic to the devil. <br><br>He quiets at the panning out of the song, the power that it has, but also its limits. He frowns, it gradually gets deeper below the ruby diamond. <br><br>"This is infinite improbability, sifting the most likely of outcomes. The future isn't fixed. But there are likely effects. That's the way the world works, cause and effect. That's how -magic- works. Cause and effect. That's a universal rule. What this is telling us is -why-. And -how-. And potentially other strings along the theorum line."<br><br>He looks at Lucifer, then back at the scenario. "I might just have forgiven Uriel slightly."		:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Chaos theorum has a few very peculiar little side-rules for its slide-rules. One is the observer effect -- but this is ... oh, it's quantum but there's also entanglement, here. Mainly because of the connections here and the... well, nevermind me, I'm doing sciencey geek-speak again." Sinister muses, looking faintly apologetic to the devil. <br><br>He quiets at the panning out of the song, the power that it has, but also its limits. He frowns, it gradually gets deeper below the ruby diamond. <br><br>"This is infinite improbability, sifting the most likely of outcomes. The future isn't fixed. But there are likely effects. That's the way the world works, cause and effect. That's how -magic- works. Cause and effect. That's a universal rule. What this is telling us is -why-. And -how-. And potentially other strings along the theorum line."<br><br>He looks at Lucifer, then back at the scenario. "I might just have forgiven Uriel slightly."

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	:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer takes a slow breath. At least now he knows that Raphael and Michael are alive. Though a part of him could find glee in Michael being taken down a notch or few...not like that. That's the worst.<br><br>He would know.<br><br>Then there's another breath as Leo hands off a hat and keys. His head tilts just so as he listens. Leo has hope and that's a plus. It's just good to know they're all alive and relatively healthy. That's a relief to him.<br><br>"Alright. How does Nick fare further in the current scenario against Enoch with MD3 close by?"		:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer takes a slow breath. At least now he knows that Raphael and Michael are alive. Though a part of him could find glee in Michael being taken down a notch or few...not like that. That's the worst.<br><br>He would know.<br><br>Then there's another breath as Leo hands off a hat and keys. His head tilts just so as he listens. Leo has hope and that's a plus. It's just good to know they're all alive and relatively healthy. That's a relief to him.<br><br>"Alright. How does Nick fare further in the current scenario against Enoch with MD3 close by?"

	:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>The device does what it can to balance the demands of the two differing requests. Well, different, and yet related. And with the constantly flipping back and forth between channels to keep track of two shows playing at the same time. Some details MIGHT get dropped.<br><br>Cap and keys handed off, Leo turns as Raphael walks over to murmur something to the Irishman. There's a soft chuckle before the man looks back to the cave. "Slan agat."<br><br>He turns, walking towards the cave entrance.<br><br>PHZZT<br><br> At some point while being on the other channel, there must have been some banter exchanged. They won't ever know the lead in to what occurred most likely. But it becomes apparent that Nick has realized direct combat might not the best thing to try at this moment. <br><br>And so, with arms spread out, a palm facing upward with one hand while the other holds on to his sword, he starts going into a modified version of The Law by Reach. <br><br>Tsk. So lazy. But then again, he had other things on his mind than songwriting the past few days. <br><br>Well, the rhythm is there at least. But the lyrics have been twisted in places and replaced in others. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">'Do not mistake my inaction for some notable fear.<br>    There just was no need to do it myself when my friends were near.<br><br>    But now you've gone and forced my hands<br>    So now you'll find I won't heed your demands.<br><br>    The gates are open there's no other course,<br>    This is the end. No final remorse.<br><br>    Of how you rule we all just saw<br>    You're now fired I am NOW the law'</span><br><br>As Nick belts out the tune, he treats the room as his stage, strutting about, just out of the reach of anyone the irritated Metatron starts sending after him. And in an odd turn of events, the inner sense of rhythm of the clones start to sway-<br><br>And then Metatron tackles him, ending the song.<br><br>...Spoilsport.<br><br>PHZZT!<br><br>Nick spins out of the way of the bullish Angel. Ole! Just in time for the chorus to hit. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">'I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law'</span><br><br>Off to the back of the room, a similar voice pops up as MD3 joins in with a modified version <br><br>    <span class="~~fg_b~~ bg_n ++ b">'He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-'</span><br>MD3 bobs, acting like he's grooving with the music as well, doing a 'join in' gesture to the soldiers looking his way.<br><br>There's a moment before several of them start to join in on the new chorus.<br><br>Hmm. Maybe using an established song for a base WAS on purpose.		:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>The device does what it can to balance the demands of the two differing requests. Well, different, and yet related. And with the constantly flipping back and forth between channels to keep track of two shows playing at the same time. Some details MIGHT get dropped.<br><br>Cap and keys handed off, Leo turns as Raphael walks over to murmur something to the Irishman. There's a soft chuckle before the man looks back to the cave. "Slan agat."<br><br>He turns, walking towards the cave entrance.<br><br>PHZZT<br><br> At some point while being on the other channel, there must have been some banter exchanged. They won't ever know the lead in to what occurred most likely. But it becomes apparent that Nick has realized direct combat might not the best thing to try at this moment. <br><br>And so, with arms spread out, a palm facing upward with one hand while the other holds on to his sword, he starts going into a modified version of The Law by Reach. <br><br>Tsk. So lazy. But then again, he had other things on his mind than songwriting the past few days. <br><br>Well, the rhythm is there at least. But the lyrics have been twisted in places and replaced in others. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">'Do not mistake my inaction for some notable fear.<br>    There just was no need to do it myself when my friends were near.<br><br>    But now you've gone and forced my hands<br>    So now you'll find I won't heed your demands.<br><br>    The gates are open there's no other course,<br>    This is the end. No final remorse.<br><br>    Of how you rule we all just saw<br>    You're now fired I am NOW the law'</span><br><br>As Nick belts out the tune, he treats the room as his stage, strutting about, just out of the reach of anyone the irritated Metatron starts sending after him. And in an odd turn of events, the inner sense of rhythm of the clones start to sway-<br><br>And then Metatron tackles him, ending the song.<br><br>...Spoilsport.<br><br>PHZZT!<br><br>Nick spins out of the way of the bullish Angel. Ole! Just in time for the chorus to hit. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">'I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law'</span><br><br>Off to the back of the room, a similar voice pops up as MD3 joins in with a modified version <br><br>    <span class="fg_c bg_n ++ c">'He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-'</span><br>MD3 bobs, acting like he's grooving with the music as well, doing a 'join in' gesture to the soldiers looking his way.<br><br>There's a moment before several of them start to join in on the new chorus.<br><br>Hmm. Maybe using an established song for a base WAS on purpose.

	:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"I think that's an interesting answer," Sinister murmurs, head tilting just a slight bit as if listening to a whisper only he can hear. His gaze shifts through the wall, fixing on a shape that only he can see, a mind that he knows is there, but is hard to read. But this is him. Not just anyone. And certainly not an elevated angel. He looks back at the scenario played out, the contagion imbedded in the music, in the power of the Spell, visible at least in the offings of it. He gives a rare smirk at the fact that it's becoming a bit of a dance routine. <br><br>Everyone needs a back up dancer troupe, right? If they're a professhnul singer anyway...<br><br>"You know, I wonder if that's why..." he murmurs as something of a nonsequitur, but does elaborate some. "If one knows the future..." he glances at the device, its golden glint showing when the glow of the feather occasionally shines through. "...it's nice to throw chaos to what would've otherwise been a rather ordered take-over of Armageddon. I mean... if a son of Man with the dragons tongue is also a child of Dreams, sometimes, you can create just the perfect storm where a song in a dream changes all of reality."		:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"I think that's an interesting answer," Sinister murmurs, head tilting just a slight bit as if listening to a whisper only he can hear. His gaze shifts through the wall, fixing on a shape that only he can see, a mind that he knows is there, but is hard to read. But this is him. Not just anyone. And certainly not an elevated angel. He looks back at the scenario played out, the contagion imbedded in the music, in the power of the Spell, visible at least in the offings of it. He gives a rare smirk at the fact that it's becoming a bit of a dance routine. <br><br>Everyone needs a back up dancer troupe, right? If they're a professhnul singer anyway...<br><br>"You know, I wonder if that's why..." he murmurs as something of a nonsequitur, but does elaborate some. "If one knows the future..." he glances at the device, its golden glint showing when the glow of the feather occasionally shines through. "...it's nice to throw chaos to what would've otherwise been a rather ordered take-over of Armageddon. I mean... if a son of Man with the dragons tongue is also a child of Dreams, sometimes, you can create just the perfect storm where a song in a dream changes all of reality."
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	:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer's eyes narrow a bit before he turns away from the scene and the ongoing changing of I am the Law by Nick and entorage so he can look upon the device. Something about it. It's taking in the input, giving the output, and then glitching to something else. "Is there anything else we need to know of this scenario?" He asks the device, which may cause it to skirtz out again. But then, maybe not. Lucifer is simply wanting all the paintings he can get. It's also helping ebb his desire to go topple the Gates and beat Enoch to a bloody pulp.<br><br>As if he could.<br><br>"We do not know the future now any more than we did an hour ago. And I suspect each thing we're seeing here is now not going to come to pass. Reality won't let it because we've seen it. Course, this also throws a whole wrench into the idea that we have free will and that God knows all..." Which puts Lucifer's brain into a sort of fritz as well. He's now now sure what to believe.		:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer's eyes narrow a bit before he turns away from the scene and the ongoing changing of I am the Law by Nick and entorage so he can look upon the device. Something about it. It's taking in the input, giving the output, and then glitching to something else. "Is there anything else we need to know of this scenario?" He asks the device, which may cause it to skirtz out again. But then, maybe not. Lucifer is simply wanting all the paintings he can get. It's also helping ebb his desire to go topple the Gates and beat Enoch to a bloody pulp.<br><br>As if he could.<br><br>"We do not know the future now any more than we did an hour ago. And I suspect each thing we're seeing here is now not going to come to pass. Reality won't let it because we've seen it. Course, this also throws a whole wrench into the idea that we have free will and that God knows all..." Which puts Lucifer's brain into a sort of fritz as well. He's now now sure what to believe.

	:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Perhaps. But by seeing it, maybe all the other possible failures won't happen either. Because of that one outcome. <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">    "I understand this is where you roost<br>    but I've got grace, soul, and a power boost<br><br>    You've viewed weakness when seeing untapped force<br>    Just pushed too far, now you've set the course.<br><br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law"<br><br></span>As the other voices start to chime in, Metatron glares. "ENOUGH! STOP THIS." With a quick swipe he knocks down one of the clones. But it appears to have the opposite of the intended effect. Several of the quieter clones frown before they start joining in, making the next round of the chorus louder.<br><br><span class="~~fg_b~~ bg_n ++ b">    "He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-"</span><br><br>With the joined voices, there's a slight crackle in the environment. <br><br>"YOU WILL CEASE THI-"<br><br><span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">    "Of how you rule we all just saw,<br>    You're now fired I am NOW the law.<br><br>    You won't speak til I want you to,<br>    I've grown so bored<br>    Your plans are shattered,<br>    it's the end of your world.<br><br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law"</span><br><br><span class="~~fg_b bg_n~~ ++ b">    "He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-"</span><br><br>Or maybe the general message is that not all things are solved by violence. Sometimes you just need a catchy song number and a bunch of grace infused clones to back up your claims. <br><br>Regardless of the reason, there's an almost light show as a light storm erupts from the singing clones, converging upon the one they're declaring to be the law. A glorious sight. In theory. If Nick wasn't knocked to the floor with the force of the blast, giving a shout of agony. His sword clatters away from him, leaving him effectively unarmed <br><br>Metatron, now unable to speak out loud says more than enough with his growing sneer. His own weapon in hand as he strides forward with purpose.		:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Perhaps. But by seeing it, maybe all the other possible failures won't happen either. Because of that one outcome. <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">    "I understand this is where you roost<br>    but I've got grace, soul, and a power boost<br><br>    You've viewed weakness when seeing untapped force<br>    Just pushed too far, now you've set the course.<br><br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law"<br><br></span>As the other voices start to chime in, Metatron glares. "ENOUGH! STOP THIS." With a quick swipe he knocks down one of the clones. But it appears to have the opposite of the intended effect. Several of the quieter clones frown before they start joining in, making the next round of the chorus louder.<br><br><span class="fg_c bg_n ++ c">    "He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-"</span><br><br>With the joined voices, there's a slight crackle in the environment. <br><br>"YOU WILL CEASE THI-"<br><br><span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">    "Of how you rule we all just saw,<br>    You're now fired I am NOW the law.<br><br>    You won't speak til I want you to,<br>    I've grown so bored<br>    Your plans are shattered,<br>    it's the end of your world.<br><br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law"</span><br><br><span class="fg c bg n ++ c">    "He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-"</span><br><br>Or maybe the general message is that not all things are solved by violence. Sometimes you just need a catchy song number and a bunch of grace infused clones to back up your claims. <br><br>Regardless of the reason, there's an almost light show as a light storm erupts from the singing clones, converging upon the one they're declaring to be the law. A glorious sight. In theory. If Nick wasn't knocked to the floor with the force of the blast, giving a shout of agony. His sword clatters away from him, leaving him effectively unarmed <br><br>Metatron, now unable to speak out loud says more than enough with his growing sneer. His own weapon in hand as he strides forward with purpose.

	:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Chaos theorum has a few very peculiar little side-rules for its slide-rules. One is the observer effect -- but this is ... oh, it's quantum but there's also entanglement, here. Mainly because of the connections here and the... well, nevermind me, I'm doing sciencey geek-speak again." Sinister muses, looking faintly apologetic to the devil. <br><br>He quiets at the panning out of the song, the power that it has, but also its limits. He frowns, it gradually gets deeper below the ruby diamond. <br><br>"This is infinite improbability, sifting the most likely of outcomes. The future isn't fixed. But there are likely effects. That's the way the world works, cause and effect. That's how -magic- works. Cause and effect. That's a universal rule. What this is telling us is -why-. And -how-. And potentially other strings along the theorum line."<br><br>He looks at Lucifer, then back at the scenario. "I might just have forgiven Uriel slightly."		:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"Chaos theorum has a few very peculiar little side-rules for its slide-rules. One is the observer effect -- but this is ... oh, it's quantum but there's also entanglement, here. Mainly because of the connections here and the... well, nevermind me, I'm doing sciencey geek-speak again." Sinister muses, looking faintly apologetic to the devil. <br><br>He quiets at the panning out of the song, the power that it has, but also its limits. He frowns, it gradually gets deeper below the ruby diamond. <br><br>"This is infinite improbability, sifting the most likely of outcomes. The future isn't fixed. But there are likely effects. That's the way the world works, cause and effect. That's how -magic- works. Cause and effect. That's a universal rule. What this is telling us is -why-. And -how-. And potentially other strings along the theorum line."<br><br>He looks at Lucifer, then back at the scenario. "I might just have forgiven Uriel slightly."

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	:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>In some ways, the pain and the dazedness might be a mercy in the scenario in front of them. <br>Idiot, yes. But also a manipulative git that's been patient for millenia -- there's only a few that are just as patient in their plotting. <br><br>The darkness brings Sin to stare at it, fixedly... a quick reaction, followed by a vigorous cackle that is bordering on hysteria, but not quite. It could be that some times, dramatic timing is just perfect. "And then came the Meggido flame..." he whispers as the scenario tints gold, then shimmers and glitches. It's not QUITE perfect after all, very few things are in this creation, when the hand of the imperfect tries to emmulate Deus ex Machina. <br><br>But he has that image in his mind and may well dream of it, of the black shadow surging toward the Metatron...<br><br>"I think this might have bled out. I was... concentrating hard..." he informs, between cackles.		:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>In some ways, the pain and the dazedness might be a mercy in the scenario in front of them. <br>Idiot, yes. But also a manipulative git that's been patient for millenia -- there's only a few that are just as patient in their plotting. <br><br>The darkness brings Sin to stare at it, fixedly... a quick reaction, followed by a vigorous cackle that is bordering on hysteria, but not quite. It could be that some times, dramatic timing is just perfect. "And then came the Meggido flame..." he whispers as the scenario tints gold, then shimmers and glitches. It's not QUITE perfect after all, very few things are in this creation, when the hand of the imperfect tries to emmulate Deus ex Machina. <br><br>But he has that image in his mind and may well dream of it, of the black shadow surging toward the Metatron...<br><br>"I think this might have bled out. I was... concentrating hard..." he informs, between cackles.

	~~:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Sinister says, "this, right here. Place holder. Like one of those cast iron stag beetles to prop the log open, or you know, a bookmark."~~

	:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>When all goes black, Lucifer looks around for a moment. It doesn't feel over so it can't be over right? So then? What's this? It also poses a lot of questions. Like what happened when Nick tried again to defy Enoch. And what the hell did Enock mean when he said he made Nick. Was that a bleed out from God?<br><br>Then there's the cackling from Sinister and the Devil turns his head to look at his beloved laughing like a maniac. Bled out? Like others were now influencing it a bit? Watching? He finally turns to the machine and tilts his head. "What happens if Nick's song succeeds?"		:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>When all goes black, Lucifer looks around for a moment. It doesn't feel over so it can't be over right? So then? What's this? It also poses a lot of questions. Like what happened when Nick tried again to defy Enoch. And what the hell did Enock mean when he said he made Nick. Was that a bleed out from God?<br><br>Then there's the cackling from Sinister and the Devil turns his head to look at his beloved laughing like a maniac. Bled out? Like others were now influencing it a bit? Watching? He finally turns to the machine and tilts his head. "What happens if Nick's song succeeds?"
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	:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer takes a slow breath. At least now he knows that Raphael and Michael are alive. Though a part of him could find glee in Michael being taken down a notch or few...not like that. That's the worst.<br><br>He would know.<br><br>Then there's another breath as Leo hands off a hat and keys. His head tilts just so as he listens. Leo has hope and that's a plus. It's just good to know they're all alive and relatively healthy. That's a relief to him.<br><br>"Alright. How does Nick fare further in the current scenario against Enoch with MD3 close by?"		:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer takes a slow breath. At least now he knows that Raphael and Michael are alive. Though a part of him could find glee in Michael being taken down a notch or few...not like that. That's the worst.<br><br>He would know.<br><br>Then there's another breath as Leo hands off a hat and keys. His head tilts just so as he listens. Leo has hope and that's a plus. It's just good to know they're all alive and relatively healthy. That's a relief to him.<br><br>"Alright. How does Nick fare further in the current scenario against Enoch with MD3 close by?"

	:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>The device does what it can to balance the demands of the two differing requests. Well, different, and yet related. And with the constantly flipping back and forth between channels to keep track of two shows playing at the same time. Some details MIGHT get dropped.<br><br>Cap and keys handed off, Leo turns as Raphael walks over to murmur something to the Irishman. There's a soft chuckle before the man looks back to the cave. "Slan agat."<br><br>He turns, walking towards the cave entrance.<br><br>PHZZT<br><br> At some point while being on the other channel, there must have been some banter exchanged. They won't ever know the lead in to what occurred most likely. But it becomes apparent that Nick has realized direct combat might not the best thing to try at this moment. <br><br>And so, with arms spread out, a palm facing upward with one hand while the other holds on to his sword, he starts going into a modified version of The Law by Reach. <br><br>Tsk. So lazy. But then again, he had other things on his mind than songwriting the past few days. <br><br>Well, the rhythm is there at least. But the lyrics have been twisted in places and replaced in others. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">'Do not mistake my inaction for some notable fear.<br>    There just was no need to do it myself when my friends were near.<br><br>    But now you've gone and forced my hands<br>    So now you'll find I won't heed your demands.<br><br>    The gates are open there's no other course,<br>    This is the end. No final remorse.<br><br>    Of how you rule we all just saw<br>    You're now fired I am NOW the law'</span><br><br>As Nick belts out the tune, he treats the room as his stage, strutting about, just out of the reach of anyone the irritated Metatron starts sending after him. And in an odd turn of events, the inner sense of rhythm of the clones start to sway-<br><br>And then Metatron tackles him, ending the song.<br><br>...Spoilsport.<br><br>PHZZT!<br><br>Nick spins out of the way of the bullish Angel. Ole! Just in time for the chorus to hit. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">'I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law'</span><br><br>Off to the back of the room, a similar voice pops up as MD3 joins in with a modified version <br><br>		:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>The device does what it can to balance the demands of the two differing requests. Well, different, and yet related. And with the constantly flipping back and forth between channels to keep track of two shows playing at the same time. Some details MIGHT get dropped.<br><br>Cap and keys handed off, Leo turns as Raphael walks over to murmur something to the Irishman. There's a soft chuckle before the man looks back to the cave. "Slan agat."<br><br>He turns, walking towards the cave entrance.<br><br>PHZZT<br><br> At some point while being on the other channel, there must have been some banter exchanged. They won't ever know the lead in to what occurred most likely. But it becomes apparent that Nick has realized direct combat might not the best thing to try at this moment. <br><br>And so, with arms spread out, a palm facing upward with one hand while the other holds on to his sword, he starts going into a modified version of The Law by Reach. <br><br>Tsk. So lazy. But then again, he had other things on his mind than songwriting the past few days. <br><br>Well, the rhythm is there at least. But the lyrics have been twisted in places and replaced in others. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">'Do not mistake my inaction for some notable fear.<br>    There just was no need to do it myself when my friends were near.<br><br>    But now you've gone and forced my hands<br>    So now you'll find I won't heed your demands.<br><br>    The gates are open there's no other course,<br>    This is the end. No final remorse.<br><br>    Of how you rule we all just saw<br>    You're now fired I am NOW the law'</span><br><br>As Nick belts out the tune, he treats the room as his stage, strutting about, just out of the reach of anyone the irritated Metatron starts sending after him. And in an odd turn of events, the inner sense of rhythm of the clones start to sway-<br><br>And then Metatron tackles him, ending the song.<br><br>...Spoilsport.<br><br>PHZZT!<br><br>Nick spins out of the way of the bullish Angel. Ole! Just in time for the chorus to hit. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">'I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law'</span><br><br>Off to the back of the room, a similar voice pops up as MD3 joins in with a modified version <br><br>    <span class="fg_b bg_n ++ b">'He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-'</span><br>MD3 bobs, acting like he's grooving with the music as well, doing a 'join in' gesture to the soldiers looking his way.<br><br>There's a moment before several of them start to join in on the new chorus.<br><br>Hmm. Maybe using an established song for a base WAS on purpose.

	<span class="~~fg_y~~ bg_n ++ b">'He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-'</span><br>MD3 bobs, acting like he's grooving with the music as well, doing a 'join in' gesture to the soldiers looking his way.<br><br>There's a moment before several of them start to join in on the new chorus.<br><br>Hmm. Maybe using an established song for a base WAS on purpose.

	:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"I think that's an interesting answer," Sinister murmurs, head tilting just a slight bit as if listening to a whisper only he can hear. His gaze shifts through the wall, fixing on a shape that only he can see, a mind that he knows is there, but is hard to read. But this is him. Not just anyone. And certainly not an elevated angel. He looks back at the scenario played out, the contagion imbedded in the music, in the power of the Spell, visible at least in the offings of it. He gives a rare smirk at the fact that it's becoming a bit of a dance routine. <br><br>Everyone needs a back up dancer troupe, right? If they're a professhnul singer anyway...<br><br>"You know, I wonder if that's why..." he murmurs as something of a nonsequitur, but does elaborate some. "If one knows the future..." he glances at the device, its golden glint showing when the glow of the feather occasionally shines through. "...it's nice to throw chaos to what would've otherwise been a rather ordered take-over of Armageddon. I mean... if a son of Man with the dragons tongue is also a child of Dreams, sometimes, you can create just the perfect storm where a song in a dream changes all of reality."		:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"I think that's an interesting answer," Sinister murmurs, head tilting just a slight bit as if listening to a whisper only he can hear. His gaze shifts through the wall, fixing on a shape that only he can see, a mind that he knows is there, but is hard to read. But this is him. Not just anyone. And certainly not an elevated angel. He looks back at the scenario played out, the contagion imbedded in the music, in the power of the Spell, visible at least in the offings of it. He gives a rare smirk at the fact that it's becoming a bit of a dance routine. <br><br>Everyone needs a back up dancer troupe, right? If they're a professhnul singer anyway...<br><br>"You know, I wonder if that's why..." he murmurs as something of a nonsequitur, but does elaborate some. "If one knows the future..." he glances at the device, its golden glint showing when the glow of the feather occasionally shines through. "...it's nice to throw chaos to what would've otherwise been a rather ordered take-over of Armageddon. I mean... if a son of Man with the dragons tongue is also a child of Dreams, sometimes, you can create just the perfect storm where a song in a dream changes all of reality."

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	:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>"What do you want me to do... go and drag him into this room and force him to sing it?" Lucifer hisses this, but it's more because he's sorting through all the emotions right now and so he takes a breath. "Sorry. I don't think it'll work unless Nick is here... and will it actually work..." He stops himself. He forgets what all the songs do each. Plus, his mind is running marathons while he's trying to slow it down to sprints.<br><br>"I'm stuck. I want to react so badly but I know there's no sense to it. And I don't know what we need that song for. I also kinda wanna go and just kill Enoch now so this cannot happen." But that just means another will come. Will they be better? Worse? There's no real way to tell. And the vein in his forehead begins to visibly pulsate.		:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>"What do you want me to do... go and drag him into this room and force him to sing it?" Lucifer hisses this, but it's more because he's sorting through all the emotions right now and so he takes a breath. "Sorry. I don't think it'll work unless Nick is here... and will it actually work..." He stops himself. He forgets what all the songs do each. Plus, his mind is running marathons while he's trying to slow it down to sprints.<br><br>"I'm stuck. I want to react so badly but I know there's no sense to it. And I don't know what we need that song for. I also kinda wanna go and just kill Enoch now so this cannot happen." But that just means another will come. Will they be better? Worse? There's no real way to tell. And the vein in his forehead begins to visibly pulsate.

	:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer and Sinister apparently are not the only ones who are finding Metatron's words disagreeable. Of the pair of unwinged clones that have been brought in, while one seems a bit glazed over in expression, there's a momentary flash of distaste to his features before he blinks, adopting the same expression as the sibling next to them. <br><br>Good thing no one is really focused that way, MD3.<br><br>Nick's teeth clench as he's lectured. Pale eyes look to the peacocked wings, before he shakes his head, looking to Metatron with a glare. "I beg to differ."<br><br>Metatron looks over to one of the ones holding Nick, giving another silent order. <br><br>The movement is quick, unseen, but it jostles Nick in a way that doesn't agree with his injuries. With a grunt of pain, Nick's head tilts down. <br><br>Metatron shakes his head once more, "You are making this more difficult than it has to be, Michael Nicholas. Your allies have been cast out. There's nothing left to do than just do as you're told."<br><br>Nick's shoulders rise and fall with a drawn out sigh. And perhaps for anyone who is looking closely enough, a glimmer of hope.<br><br>     <span ~~style~~="~~color:xterm220~~">"No matter how many times you tell us heel <br>    I can assure you I will not Kneel<br>    I won't be your soldier.<br>    It's over."</span><br><br>Metatron glares. "I MADE YOU. You will CEASE this...TEMPER TANTRUM!"		:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer and Sinister apparently are not the only ones who are finding Metatron's words disagreeable. Of the pair of unwinged clones that have been brought in, while one seems a bit glazed over in expression, there's a momentary flash of distaste to his features before he blinks, adopting the same expression as the sibling next to them. <br><br>Good thing no one is really focused that way, MD3.<br><br>Nick's teeth clench as he's lectured. Pale eyes look to the peacocked wings, before he shakes his head, looking to Metatron with a glare. "I beg to differ."<br><br>Metatron looks over to one of the ones holding Nick, giving another silent order. <br><br>The movement is quick, unseen, but it jostles Nick in a way that doesn't agree with his injuries. With a grunt of pain, Nick's head tilts down. <br><br>Metatron shakes his head once more, "You are making this more difficult than it has to be, Michael Nicholas. Your allies have been cast out. There's nothing left to do than just do as you're told."<br><br>Nick's shoulders rise and fall with a drawn out sigh. And perhaps for anyone who is looking closely enough, a glimmer of hope.<br><br>     <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">"No matter how many times you tell us heel <br>    I can assure you I will not Kneel<br>    I won't be your soldier.<br>    It's over."</span><br><br>Metatron glares. "I MADE YOU. You will CEASE this...TEMPER TANTRUM!"

	:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Sinister's hand clenches gently as the scenario plays out. Being on the outside looking in, there's a small smile as it plays out in defiance. "I think this might have happened..." he murmurs much to himself, gives an odd little shake of the devil's wrist. "Do nothing. Right now, do -nothing-. Witness..." but he nods, because he DOES understand. Lucifer is patient to a degree, but he's a creature of chaotic impulse and action so very much of the time. Machiavellian plotting is a side-gig for him, not the main show. <br><br>Red eyes track face to face, picking up nuances as best he can, a thing born of cruelty and scientific dispassion... is the ability to read psychological cues and subtleties; all those things they won't tell you out of well... this: The Defiance. <br><br>"I'm so proud of him right now. He won't submit..." he gives another squeeze of Lucifer's wrist. "...Look at that!"<br><br>There's a slow, deep breath. "The song of Samael -- Defiance and free will. The one thing that so many have learned from -you- my dear, is a strange truth: you make us realise we have our own agency. Even here. Even now."		:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>Sinister's hand clenches gently as the scenario plays out. Being on the outside looking in, there's a small smile as it plays out in defiance. "I think this might have happened..." he murmurs much to himself, gives an odd little shake of the devil's wrist. "Do nothing. Right now, do -nothing-. Witness..." but he nods, because he DOES understand. Lucifer is patient to a degree, but he's a creature of chaotic impulse and action so very much of the time. Machiavellian plotting is a side-gig for him, not the main show. <br><br>Red eyes track face to face, picking up nuances as best he can, a thing born of cruelty and scientific dispassion... is the ability to read psychological cues and subtleties; all those things they won't tell you out of well... this: The Defiance. <br><br>"I'm so proud of him right now. He won't submit..." he gives another squeeze of Lucifer's wrist. "...Look at that!"<br><br>There's a slow, deep breath. "The song of Samael -- Defiance and free will. The one thing that so many have learned from -you- my dear, is a strange truth: you make us realise we have our own agency. Even here. Even now."
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	:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>That shake to his wrist is enough to pull Lucifer just so out of his mental anguish. There's a breath. A calming. Then he nods his head. Watch. Wait. Do nothing.<br><br>Which is extremely hard to do but also easy to do if he keeps reminding himself this isn't actually happening. They are just watching a what if. A possibility. Why is that so hard to remember? Then, something else begins. Nick shows defiance. It actually makes Lucifer smile and his heart nearly burst with the joy he feels in this moment. Thatta boy, Nick. You tell that dickweed who's boss!<br><br>The very fact that Metatron goes a little bonkers after only proves that maybe...just maybe...there's not as much stability as there seems to be. Plus. Another thought. He could have just cut the wings off his siblings. And wings? They can be mended. Or grow back entirely.<br><br>Idiot.		:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>That shake to his wrist is enough to pull Lucifer just so out of his mental anguish. There's a breath. A calming. Then he nods his head. Watch. Wait. Do nothing.<br><br>Which is extremely hard to do but also easy to do if he keeps reminding himself this isn't actually happening. They are just watching a what if. A possibility. Why is that so hard to remember? Then, something else begins. Nick shows defiance. It actually makes Lucifer smile and his heart nearly burst with the joy he feels in this moment. Thatta boy, Nick. You tell that dickweed who's boss!<br><br>The very fact that Metatron goes a little bonkers after only proves that maybe...just maybe...there's not as much stability as there seems to be. Plus. Another thought. He could have just cut the wings off his siblings. And wings? They can be mended. Or grow back entirely.<br><br>Idiot.

	:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Yes! Defiance! Yay Nick! Things are looking up!<br><br>Angered, Metatron barges forward. It almost seems like he wants to tackle the musician but there's no lifting of the arms. Just one as indicates towards Nick as he gets closer. <br><br>    <span ~~style~~="~~color:xterm220~~">"We can't be a pa-"<br><br>...<br>    "Pa-"</span><br><br>As Nick is silenced, Metatron smiles slightly. "I think we're quite done here. Don't you think?"<br><br>Nick's eyes widen but the glance to his face is obstructed as something unseen hits him from behind. With the force, he pitches forward out of the grip of the ones holding him. With a thunk Nick lands ungracefully upon the floor. <br><br>Metatron's smile falters as he turns his head to look to the general direction the hit had to have come from. <br><br>What the hell was that?<br><br>Nick may be down. But he's not out...cold. But he does sound like he has one as he coughs, hand clenching in a fist. "No..."<br><br>From nowhere, darkness appears. <br><br>Nick lies there, eyes closed in pain.		:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>Yes! Defiance! Yay Nick! Things are looking up!<br><br>Angered, Metatron barges forward. It almost seems like he wants to tackle the musician but there's no lifting of the arms. Just one as indicates towards Nick as he gets closer. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">"We can't be a pa-"<br><br>...<br>    "Pa-"</span><br><br>As Nick is silenced, Metatron smiles slightly. "I think we're quite done here. Don't you think?"<br><br>Nick's eyes widen but the glance to his face is obstructed as something unseen hits him from behind. With the force, he pitches forward out of the grip of the ones holding him. With a thunk Nick lands ungracefully upon the floor. <br><br>Metatron's smile falters as he turns his head to look to the general direction the hit had to have come from. <br><br>What the hell was that?<br><br>Nick may be down. But he's not out...cold. But he does sound like he has one as he coughs, hand clenching in a fist. "No..."<br><br>From nowhere, darkness appears. <br><br>Nick lies there, eyes closed in pain.

	:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>In some ways, the pain and the dazedness might be a mercy in the scenario in front of them. <br>Idiot, yes. But also a manipulative git that's been patient for millenia -- there's only a few that are just as patient in their plotting. <br><br>The darkness brings Sin to stare at it, fixedly... a quick reaction, followed by a vigorous cackle that is bordering on hysteria, but not quite. It could be that some times, dramatic timing is just perfect. "And then came the Meggido flame..." he whispers as the scenario tints gold, then shimmers and glitches. It's not QUITE perfect after all, very few things are in this creation, when the hand of the imperfect tries to emmulate Deus ex Machina. <br><br>But he has that image in his mind and may well dream of it, of the black shadow surging toward the Metatron...<br><br>"I think this might have bled out. I was... concentrating hard..." he informs, between cackles.		:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>In some ways, the pain and the dazedness might be a mercy in the scenario in front of them. <br>Idiot, yes. But also a manipulative git that's been patient for millenia -- there's only a few that are just as patient in their plotting. <br><br>The darkness brings Sin to stare at it, fixedly... a quick reaction, followed by a vigorous cackle that is bordering on hysteria, but not quite. It could be that some times, dramatic timing is just perfect. "And then came the Meggido flame..." he whispers as the scenario tints gold, then shimmers and glitches. It's not QUITE perfect after all, very few things are in this creation, when the hand of the imperfect tries to emmulate Deus ex Machina. <br><br>But he has that image in his mind and may well dream of it, of the black shadow surging toward the Metatron...<br><br>"I think this might have bled out. I was... concentrating hard..." he informs, between cackles.
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	:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer takes a slow breath. At least now he knows that Raphael and Michael are alive. Though a part of him could find glee in Michael being taken down a notch or few...not like that. That's the worst.<br><br>He would know.<br><br>Then there's another breath as Leo hands off a hat and keys. His head tilts just so as he listens. Leo has hope and that's a plus. It's just good to know they're all alive and relatively healthy. That's a relief to him.<br><br>"Alright. How does Nick fare further in the current scenario against Enoch with MD3 close by?"		:'''{{#var:735\|Lucifer (735)}} has posed:'''<br>Lucifer takes a slow breath. At least now he knows that Raphael and Michael are alive. Though a part of him could find glee in Michael being taken down a notch or few...not like that. That's the worst.<br><br>He would know.<br><br>Then there's another breath as Leo hands off a hat and keys. His head tilts just so as he listens. Leo has hope and that's a plus. It's just good to know they're all alive and relatively healthy. That's a relief to him.<br><br>"Alright. How does Nick fare further in the current scenario against Enoch with MD3 close by?"

	:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>The device does what it can to balance the demands of the two differing requests. Well, different, and yet related. And with the constantly flipping back and forth between channels to keep track of two shows playing at the same time. Some details MIGHT get dropped.<br><br>Cap and keys handed off, Leo turns as Raphael walks over to murmur something to the Irishman. There's a soft chuckle before the man looks back to the cave. "Slan agat."<br><br>He turns, walking towards the cave entrance.<br><br>PHZZT<br><br> At some point while being on the other channel, there must have been some banter exchanged. They won't ever know the lead in to what occurred most likely. But it becomes apparent that Nick has realized direct combat might not the best thing to try at this moment. <br><br>And so, with arms spread out, a palm facing upward with one hand while the other holds on to his sword, he starts going into a modified version of The Law by Reach. <br><br>Tsk. So lazy. But then again, he had other things on his mind than songwriting the past few days. <br><br>Well, the rhythm is there at least. But the lyrics have been twisted in places and replaced in others. <br><br>    <span ~~style~~="~~color:xterm44~~">'Do not mistake my inaction for some notable fear.<br>    There just was no need to do it myself when my friends were near.<br><br>    But now you've gone and forced my hands<br>    So now you'll find I won't heed your demands.<br><br>    The gates are open there's no other course,<br>    This is the end. No final remorse.<br><br>    Of how you rule we all just saw<br>    You're now fired I am NOW the law'</span><br><br>As Nick belts out the tune, he treats the room as his stage, strutting about, just out of the reach of anyone the irritated Metatron starts sending after him. And in an odd turn of events, the inner sense of rhythm of the clones start to sway-<br><br>And then Metatron tackles him, ending the song.<br><br>...Spoilsport.<br><br>PHZZT!<br><br>Nick spins out of the way of the bullish Angel. Ole! Just in time for the chorus to hit. <br><br>    <span ~~style~~="~~color:xterm44~~">'I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law'</span><br><br>Off to the back of the room, a similar voice pops up as MD3 joins in with a modified version <br><br>    <span ~~style~~="~~color:xterm20~~">'He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-'</span><br>MD3 bobs, acting like he's grooving with the music as well, doing a 'join in' gesture to the soldiers looking his way.<br><br>There's a moment before several of them start to join in on the new chorus.<br><br>Hmm. Maybe using an established song for a base WAS on purpose.		:'''{{#var:9039\|Nick Drago (9039)}} has posed:'''<br>The device does what it can to balance the demands of the two differing requests. Well, different, and yet related. And with the constantly flipping back and forth between channels to keep track of two shows playing at the same time. Some details MIGHT get dropped.<br><br>Cap and keys handed off, Leo turns as Raphael walks over to murmur something to the Irishman. There's a soft chuckle before the man looks back to the cave. "Slan agat."<br><br>He turns, walking towards the cave entrance.<br><br>PHZZT<br><br> At some point while being on the other channel, there must have been some banter exchanged. They won't ever know the lead in to what occurred most likely. But it becomes apparent that Nick has realized direct combat might not the best thing to try at this moment. <br><br>And so, with arms spread out, a palm facing upward with one hand while the other holds on to his sword, he starts going into a modified version of The Law by Reach. <br><br>Tsk. So lazy. But then again, he had other things on his mind than songwriting the past few days. <br><br>Well, the rhythm is there at least. But the lyrics have been twisted in places and replaced in others. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">'Do not mistake my inaction for some notable fear.<br>    There just was no need to do it myself when my friends were near.<br><br>    But now you've gone and forced my hands<br>    So now you'll find I won't heed your demands.<br><br>    The gates are open there's no other course,<br>    This is the end. No final remorse.<br><br>    Of how you rule we all just saw<br>    You're now fired I am NOW the law'</span><br><br>As Nick belts out the tune, he treats the room as his stage, strutting about, just out of the reach of anyone the irritated Metatron starts sending after him. And in an odd turn of events, the inner sense of rhythm of the clones start to sway-<br><br>And then Metatron tackles him, ending the song.<br><br>...Spoilsport.<br><br>PHZZT!<br><br>Nick spins out of the way of the bullish Angel. Ole! Just in time for the chorus to hit. <br><br>    <span class="fg_y bg_n ++ y">'I am the law, I am the law, I am the law<br>    I am the law, I am the law, I am the law'</span><br><br>Off to the back of the room, a similar voice pops up as MD3 joins in with a modified version <br><br>

			<span class="fg_y bg_n ++ b">'He is the law, He is the law, He is the law<br>    He is the law, He is the law, He is the law-'</span><br>MD3 bobs, acting like he's grooving with the music as well, doing a 'join in' gesture to the soldiers looking his way.<br><br>There's a moment before several of them start to join in on the new chorus.<br><br>Hmm. Maybe using an established song for a base WAS on purpose.

	:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"I think that's an interesting answer," Sinister murmurs, head tilting just a slight bit as if listening to a whisper only he can hear. His gaze shifts through the wall, fixing on a shape that only he can see, a mind that he knows is there, but is hard to read. But this is him. Not just anyone. And certainly not an elevated angel. He looks back at the scenario played out, the contagion imbedded in the music, in the power of the Spell, visible at least in the offings of it. He gives a rare smirk at the fact that it's becoming a bit of a dance routine. <br><br>Everyone needs a back up dancer troupe, right? If they're a professhnul singer anyway...<br><br>"You know, I wonder if that's why..." he murmurs as something of a nonsequitur, but does elaborate some. "If one knows the future..." he glances at the device, its golden glint showing when the glow of the feather occasionally shines through. "...it's nice to throw chaos to what would've otherwise been a rather ordered take-over of Armageddon. I mean... if a son of Man with the dragons tongue is also a child of Dreams, sometimes, you can create just the perfect storm where a song in a dream changes all of reality."		:'''{{#var:231\|Sinister (231)}} has posed:'''<br>"I think that's an interesting answer," Sinister murmurs, head tilting just a slight bit as if listening to a whisper only he can hear. His gaze shifts through the wall, fixing on a shape that only he can see, a mind that he knows is there, but is hard to read. But this is him. Not just anyone. And certainly not an elevated angel. He looks back at the scenario played out, the contagion imbedded in the music, in the power of the Spell, visible at least in the offings of it. He gives a rare smirk at the fact that it's becoming a bit of a dance routine. <br><br>Everyone needs a back up dancer troupe, right? If they're a professhnul singer anyway...<br><br>"You know, I wonder if that's why..." he murmurs as something of a nonsequitur, but does elaborate some. "If one knows the future..." he glances at the device, its golden glint showing when the glow of the feather occasionally shines through. "...it's nice to throw chaos to what would've otherwise been a rather ordered take-over of Armageddon. I mean... if a son of Man with the dragons tongue is also a child of Dreams, sometimes, you can create just the perfect storm where a song in a dream changes all of reality."