1539/Log

Log
Date of Scene:	18 July 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Doctor Strange, Ahadiel

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Doctor Strange has posed:
The night is clear and above the Sanctum Sanctorum, all the stars can be seen, but only if you are standing atop the mystic abode. If you are on the sidewalk beside, even then the stars are not visible. You have to be on top.

Thus tonight, our story takes place there. Stephen stands upon nothing, the wizard floats several feet in the air and is rising up slowly towards the cloudless (for him) night. He rises to the heavens slowly, words muttering and chanted softly as he rises up towards the black heavens.

Ahadiel has posed:
Occasionally, an angel needs a chance to cast aside her mortal seeming and spread her wings. Which is precisely what Ahadiel has decided to do tonight. Black feathered wings flap as she seems to blend in this city of wonders... so many things to look up and see, that an actual Angel draws little attention.

Then, there's a certain tugging of her attention. Not much, but it's as if someone's whispering in your ear, though you can't quite make out what is being said. Curious, she banks and flies towards the source of the murmuring, flaming hair cascading behind her as she sees the wizard floating in the middle of air.

Doctor Strange has posed:
Stephen continues to rise up through the air and the cloudy night for Ahadiel would shift drastically into a crystal clear sky, even without the normal smog and light pollution that plagues New York City. Stephen turns his attention as the woman crosses the threshold, invited by his words with a soft smile gracing the wizard's lips.

"I did not expect such a true angel to answer my calls so swiftly." Stephen says as he slows his accent to the heavens and turns to face Ahadiel fully, his arms held out as if he was treading water and his cape unfurling in the weak wind.

Ahadiel has posed:
Ahadiel actually laughs, her voice ringing like music as she says, "I was in the neighborhood when I heard the Call." She straightens, hovering in midair, wings flapping easily behind her as she looks much like an Angel of Vengeance... save perhaps the empty scabbard where her sword would be. On the bright side, she doesn't have a flaming sword in hand either.

Ahadiel then tilts her head, regarding Stephen with a curious expression, "What can I do for you this evening?" She cuts right to the point, amber eyes gazing intently at the Sorcerer Supreme. While she doesn't know him by /name/ exactly, it doesn't take much to sense the power that can actually compel angels to answer a Call.

Doctor Strange has posed:
"I am seeking the remaining Stones of the Seasons." Stephen says abruptly, noting her appearance and not once recoiling from it. He's experienced harsher, scarier, and even deadlier things in his life, but he does give her an eye of respect and kindess as he would hope to receive in turn.

A quick eye reveals that she too is seeking after something and this he presumes is something of great import to her.

"Do this for me, and I will help you find your blade."

Ahadiel has posed:
Ahadiel blinks. Then laughs again, a long and musical sound that seems positively enchanting in its own way. Not mockery, but actual amusement as she looks at the Sorcerer Supreme.

"Oh, dear mage..." She smiles warmly, with an expression that could launch a thousand ships, "Where my blade is, you could not hope to retrieve it, nor would I ask you too. That part of my existence is done with, for better or for worse, though I would think the better." Her eyebrow arches a bit at the request for the Stones of the Seasons, "However, I would be willing to aid you in your quest to find the Stones of the Seasons." Her voice sounds intrigued, more than anything else, as apparently angels also suffer from curiosity. "Why do you seek these?"

Doctor Strange has posed:
"I do not." Stephen says rather flatly before continuing on to explain. "I know one who does, because from what she claims, devious men with sinister schemes chase the artifacts to use for unsavory ends."

He lifts his legs to tuck underneath himself and sit crosslegged, in the lotus position as he studies Ahadiel's face and his own curiosity is piqued. "Tell me this then: Why do you wear your scabbard if you do not seek the blade it fromerly housed?" Getting a bit psychological with an angel.

Ahadiel has posed:
Ahadiel arches a brow, "I was created to be an Angel of Vengeance, and for nine thousand years, I did my task as assigned by the Name and Word." Her voice grows a bit distant, as she says, "But then... I saw something, that... it changed me. And I could no longer serve the Name in such a way."

Her voice cracks a little, as if it were only yesterday. Then again, considering who she is, it might as well be, as she continues, "My Superior took my sword, the scabbard remained to remind me of what I had surrendered... and then my duties were reassigned." She doesn't even think to lie, as a mortal might, her heart poured into her words as she closes her eyes a moment, gathering herself.

Doctor Strange has posed:
"Do you not put the scabbard on every morning?" Strange inquires further. "There is a reason you do this. A reason you yourself may not know, but a reason." Strange says.

"Help me, and I in turn will help you. Angel." Stephen offers an alliance, for how long is left to be scene, but the great sorcerer is someone anyone would be thankful to have in debtted to them.

Ahadiel has posed:
Ahadiel looks back at Doctor Strange, and nods slightly, "Very well, I will assist you with what I can." What that might be, she doesn't exactly say, but well... she /is/ an angel. Resources are something she has quite a bit of.

Besides, not that she'd ever admit it, it sounds like an adventure. This could be fun!