jovahs_heiress | for the world slows and the stars falter

Isabella sings harmonics - including with Micaiah, once he's learned the mass to performance quality; there's a forty-five minute section in the middle that's perfect for extracting and presenting to the wee hours of the morning at the Eyrie.

She flies on intercessions, and generally brings him along, for rain, to halt a blizzard, to calm a storm, and once she finds a plague flag and puts Micaiah down far away from the settlement while she quizzes the healthier community members about their symptoms. Angels rarely catch the plague; she feels safe enough picking Micaiah up again so he can listen to her sing through the verse designated for each complaint (this for fever, that for cough, the other for the rash) and watch the pills fall to earth. The flag comes down and they continue home.

She keeps half an eye on Nathaniel, and quietly informs Baruch of the situation as well so he'll be mindful of the boy's potential sensitivities.

She falls into an assistant role with Delilah - nothing so formal as the situation she had with Linus, because Isabella would be living at the Eyrie either way, but Delilah sends her to greet visitors and has her take notes at meetings and occasionally even asks her opinion on questions about this or that.

And one morning, Isabella opens her door to leave her quarters and sing a pre-dawn duet with Serah - and the hallway is not there.

"Micaiah," she murmurs.

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jovahs_heiress

Angela half-listens, and also adds an entry to the guestbook about who she has met today and what has been discussed.

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eversomuchfun

Sherlock happily offers opinions and information. Physical protections are the highest priority, but that doesn't mean other protections should be neglected, as long as he thinks they're reasonably likely to transfer well.

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dark_light

Amariah writes down notes. "She might veto the tattoos," she says. "Kas has a bayleaf, but he doesn't mind being marked up and he definitely doesn't mind it hurting. I cursed him with cluster headaches a while ago as a present and he complains when I suppress them because I'm worried Petaal's going to crash her cloudpine if one strikes at the wrong moment."

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jovahs_heiress

"Is that something I'll have to find a way to live with too?" Angela asks. "Or - no. Oh, Jovah's good, he took care of it already." She smiles.

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dark_light

"...Your god handled your boyfriend being a masochist for you already?"

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jovahs_heiress

Angela taps the Kiss in her arm. "I mentioned that Jovah chose us for each other. There's the colors, but many people's Kisses also hurt when they're active. Mine doesn't. Micaiah's does, especially when I sing." Pause. "He makes the most curious faces sometimes..."

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dark_light

"Oh. Convenient!" says Amariah approvingly. "And yeah, I absolutely hear you about the faces."

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eversomuchfun

Sherlock laughs. "I really must meet this person," he remarks. "Both of him."

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dark_light

"There's a bunch running around. There's ours, there's Stella's, there's the one Stella put on an asteroid and Shell Bell shot so she could take his stuff."

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eversomuchfun

"Yes, he was in the guestbook. I don't remember Shell Bell mentioning anything about shooting him, however."

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dark_light

"She didn't write it down, but she told me about it. When she was resource-collecting, she found that one, he recognized her as one of Stella, and he said she could have his guns if she shot him with one of them. And she was like, '...okaaaaay...' and she shot him and took his stuff." Amariah shrugs. "He was all right, it turned out, Kas is always very excited to see him when they run into each other, but don't assume you can collect arbitrary injuries here - he shows up in his dreams when he's asleep, not through doors."

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eversomuchfun

"I am already pretty durable, except when it comes to fire, sunlight, and a few other things. Perks of vampirism."

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dark_light

"I won't mutter any ignition spells, then," says Amariah pleasantly.

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eversomuchfun

"You're too kind," he says, laughing.

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dark_light

"The sunlight thing is sad. I suppose you can't even feel moonlight and starlight to compensate," she says.

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jovahs_heiress

"...Can you?" Angela asks. "I didn't think mort- I thought only angels could. Flying at night is -"

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dark_light

"Oh it's the best thing," enthuses Amariah. "Like silk ribbons or snow or - you get it too? I thought it was only witches, Petaal can get it if she shifts right but -"

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jovahs_heiress

"Yes I feel it, it's exactly indescribable but that's what I'd say if I had to explain it too, silk ribbons or snow - there's nothing as soothing as going aloft in the dark and just having it pour over my wings -"

And then both Isabellas are hugging each other, chattering about celestial light and night-flying.

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eversomuchfun

Awwwww.

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jovahs_heiress

"How fast does your branch go, anyway?"

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dark_light

"If I really open it up? Maybe a hundred and ten miles an hour overland in good weather," says Amariah. "Why, you wanna race?"

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jovahs_heiress

"I would," laughs Angela, "but you're more than twice as fast as me! It wouldn't be interesting. Oh well."

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truthwright

The closed bedroom door opens, and out comes Kas with Petaal perched on his shoulder as an ermine.

"Hi, guys!"

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dark_light

"Hi!" says Amariah. "You all worn out? This is yet a third Sherlock we found downstairs. His soul is not only interior but also parasitized by a demonic creature."