Harukami:
I've been writing today.
Harukami:
In class.
Hoyden:
Hurray! What?"
Hoyden:
can't type. I have GOT to wake up.
Harukami:
Mission. Azrael and Suriel, under orders, take Cherior on a mission. Trauma
ensues. *inserts portion which has been edited out*
Hoyden:
WOW.
Harukami:
I've actually got another page written, but not typed up.
Harukami:
*shyly* I'm introducing a new character, if that's okay.
Hoyden:
*glomps her* OF COURSE that's okay. It's OURS.
Hoyden:
So who is this new character?
Harukami:
Mmm. It's Sandalphon, of course.
Hoyden:
YES!!!! *swings her around in a hug* Er, that was to Sandalphon.
Harukami:
Is that okay? Have you been waiting for Sandalphon?
Hoyden:
We talked once, a really fricking long time ago, but not about details, just a
sort of "Isn't that a cool name" etc.
Harukami:
Did we? I thought that was Cassiel.
Hoyden:
No, we either talked about it, or I thought about it. One of the two.
Harukami:
Dude. You DO know one of Sandalphon's jobs, right?
Hoyden:
I seem to remember inane giggling on my part about nicknaming her
"Sandy" which suggests that I was talking to you. And no, I don't
know. What are they?
Harukami:
Nono, that was MY Sandalphon from "Archangel's Nightclub". Sandy and
Met, co-owners. Different series.
Hoyden:
*blinks* Okay, nevermind. I am one confused little hoyden.
Harukami:
Sandalphon: Takes the souls of foetal children and brings them to maturity, then
tutors them in all the things they'll ever need to know. Rather a special
teacher in his own right. AND the Metatron's twin brother.
Hoyden:
It's a he? I thought it was a she. And if that's so, where the hell has Sandy
been all this time? (not to rain on your parade, just a contingency thing).
Hoyden:
I knew about the twin thing, at least.
Harukami:
Nope. A he. And because of his 'job' I imagine him to be a rather antisocial
type. To an extreme. As in, he lives in a dark, one-room place somewhere
squirreled away back in the school and wears so much heavy clothing that they're
not even sure he has wings. And mutters instead of talking, at least to adults.
And yeah, check your 'angel names' thing. They're twin brothers.
Hoyden:
Just saw. Wery inerwesting. God, interactions between him and Metatron...
Harukami:
They get along, I think, because they're both flaky, but at opposite extremes.
They jusn't don't visit much because if they stay around each other for too
long, they drive each other batty.
Hoyden:
Ah- like real family then. ^_^.
Harukami:
Yeah, just a REAL Family.
Hoyden:
I'm trying to decided just how Uriel decided to wait at the Palace. Was it
because he already lost a bet with Raphael (in which case, I don't know what it
is, and I just may choose to keep Met in the dark) or because he had an
extraordinary consideration of how someone else might feel?
Hoyden:
God, I still cannot type. Bear with me, please.
Harukami:
I am bearing with you, and listening. Anything else, before I bounce ideas at
you and vice versa?
Hoyden:
Please bounce away.
Hoyden:
Wait, that could be taken badly.
Hoyden:
Bounce IDEAS.
Harukami:
Which reminds me, I think there's something wrong with my lymph glands. Perhaps
he was given another 'send forth the Wrath of Most Holy tonight at 9:00' message
and, unable to find Metatron, decided to wait for him in his bedroom, which he
was, of course, familiar with? And his twisted sense of humour sprung up when
the Metatron didn't see him at first and so he decided to wait to see when our
Met did see him?
Hoyden:
Actually, that could be good - except for, who do these missives come from,
except Metatron? Unless MH has sort of a vested interest in playing matchmaker.
Hoyden:
Yeah, Most Holy as yenta. *hangs head in shame*
Hoyden:
*has bad flashbacks to Fiddler on the Roof and imagines MH with a kerchief,
singing the "Matchmaker" song*
Harukami:
Hoooo boy. Okay. The Metatron, before this whole thing blew up in his face, had
mentioned one a few days earlier and, in the mess, forgot. Most Holy, realizing
that even He'd get snapped at if He stuck His nose in when the Metatron was
hysterical, decided not to mention it, you know, "we can try again next
week" type thing. But Uriel showed up anyway.
Hoyden:
*claps hands* Lovely!
Harukami:
That works?
Hoyden:
Yes, that works. But now, how do I get Uriel to give up his weekend wanderings?
I don't know how much concern he really has, overall, for our Met. I hope I made
it clear at the end that Uriel was completely misinterpreting innocent actions
on Met's part.
Harukami:
Oh, completely. I think he does care about the Met as a friend. There's a
character from a Tanya Huff novel who's described as this. '"All of his
lovers are his friends, you know." She shook her head. "He's got a lot
of friends..."' He cares about the Metatron, but hasn't given himself a
chance to fall in love. He might. Even then, it'd be what's called an 'open'
relationship and he'd sleep with whoever caught his fancy. But if it worked, the
Metatron would have his heart, whoever else had his fancy.
Hoyden:
Which book is that?
Harukami:
Um... "The Quartered Sea", I think. There's a blind bard in it who
skanks on any male he finds.
Harukami:
But is actually a really nice guy.
Hoyden:
Cool.
Hoyden:
I really like that. I really do. You know I love you, you brilliant woman.
Harukami:
*dances with Hoyden*
Hoyden:
I have a horrible habit of leading. You mind?
Harukami:
I have a horrible habit of not being able to lead. Go ahead.
Hoyden:
Excellent. *dances on*
Hoyden:
I bet you we'd be pretty good. Same height and all.
Harukami:
You might be right.
Harukami:
Have you betad Childlike? *big eyes*
Harukami:
Didn't mean to push, sorry. Um. So. Dude. *snuggles Metatron*
Hoyden:
I'm doing a lot of blinking tonight. No, I didn't beta it, but I put it up. We
did talk about it quite a bit, so I didn't see story contiunity problems, and
I've been watching harder for referents in both my work and others. I'll sit
down do it if you'd like. *snuggles da Haru and the metatron*
Harukami:
Well, eventually. ^^ I like getting commentary. *snuggles Metatron and Hoyden,
now*
Hoyden:
I will, then, though it may end up as more of an mst.
Harukami:
That's fine. Enjoyable to read.
Kal: *looks on, one finger tapping his mouth*
Hoyden:
*grins* I always enjoy yours. Most notably, "Kick his ass, Met! Then do
other things to his ass!"
Harukami:
*cheers happily*
Hoyden:
The more I think about this fic, the more I like your idea.
Harukami:
You think? Makes more sense for Uriel, or?
Hoyden:
It does. It really does.
Harukami:
We love our moronic Uriel.
Harukami:
At some point, can you send me a really detailed description of Dev?
Hoyden:
Mmm.. of Dev? What do you want to know, beyond the story?
Harukami:
I-ma-ge. I want to draw him.
Hoyden:
Hmm. Dark green hair, sort of straight. At least past shoulder length. Slender.
Think poet-boy.
Harukami:
.........no, no, really detailed.
Harukami:
Pretend you had to report his phys. desc. for a crime.
Hoyden:
*sighs* I'm sort of rotten at this, especially since I was mentally picturing a
more boyish Saionji without the sneer. But I'll try.
Harukami:
Okidokii.
Hoyden:
A little taller than average, slender in face and body, I never made a decision
about his eye color so hazel, long straight green hair, artist's hands, very
slimly muscular.
Hoyden:
Quiet, contemplative face.
Harukami:
How straight hair? Um, I did a kinda pic where the hair sorta went in jagged
spikes down his back. Not visciously but kinda quietly, as if got his hair
layered a long time ago.
Hoyden:
Quietly spiking is cool.
Harukami:
sokay.
Hoyden:
Why oh why must I live four hours from you. So annoying when I want to see as
you're doing it.
Hoyden:
I knew I should have been born Canadian. ^^ Then I would have had Monday off.
Harukami:
^^;; ung. I only wish. And i'm going to pass out, so...
Hoyden:
Sleep well, PLEASE make it safely to your bed.
Harukami:
I'll try not to impact with another wall.
On second thought, I think the book was "No Quarter"... Though the bard was in ALL the Quarter series...