{ so have a little mingle }

[falconing]

Who: Visitors aboard the S.S. Huntress.
Action: The Huntress.
When: It's a mingle!

[ create top levels, mingle, say hello to the recently awoken comatose pilot, etc ]

Comments

[collegedropout]

People tend to have a lot of preconceived notions that aren't entirely right. The only reason I really know anything accurately about the supernatural is because I was taught everything by my dad and brother...

I think a lot of it just comes from not interacting with other beings.

They have to kind of fill in the blanks themselves, and it's... usually not exactly right.

[nerdeology]

Oh, for sure. We had that problem when we were trying to restore the blessing of the Lords of the Land. Even in a town that was steeped in the legends of humans and seraphim cooperating, the church had completely lost touch with how it actually works. We had to search the whole city to find one person who would actually listen and follow our instructions. Most didn't believe we were actually among them- it'd been too long since anyone saw a seraph.

[collegedropout]

That was pretty much us with angels. I would have never guessed they needed vessels in a million years, from what I learned as a kid. Or that they'd want an apocalypse...

[EHEHEH.]

[nerdeology]

[That's never a good word to hear in conversation.]

Sounds like some of your angels are more like hellions than seraphim.

[collegedropout]

[He sighs.]

A lot of them weren't fans of humanity. They wanted paradise, but it would have caused the death of billions of people; a lot of them... they wanted guidance from a god that wasn't really there for them anymore. Wasn't there for anyone, really.

[Our god is kind of a deadbeat.]

[nerdeology]

[Oh geez, him too?]

I can sympathize. Back home we're investigating the disappearance of the Five Lords- they're elder seraphim, considered to have been present at the forming of the world itself. They're among the few seraphim still worshipped by humans, so they're as close as it gets to being called gods.

[Kinda sucks when the big bosses vanish on you.]

[collegedropout]

[He chuckles softly.]

Is it an absentee father kind of situation with you, too?

Or is that to be discovered?

[nerdeology]

Ah... neither. Seraphim don't reproduce, nor are we created through any sort of sentient will. I don't have parents, biologically speaking.

[collegedropout]

Wow. I guess that's something you have in common with angels on top of the other stuff.

You got people you consider family? Brothers, sisters?

[nerdeology]

We can form families of our own if we choose, yeah. I was raised by a village of seraphim, and I see each and every one of them as my family.

1/2

[collegedropout]

Good. Someone once told me that family doesn't end in blood.

Sometimes you kinda have to broaden your horizons on what makes someone your own.

[collegedropout]

... [Oh, right.] Uh, do you need any help?

[I STILL FEEL BAD, DUDE, MAKING YOU HAVE LONG THREADS WITH ME

WHEN YOUR CLOTHES ARE STILL SOGGY ALL THESE WEEKS LATER]

[nerdeology]

I appreciate the offer, but it really is faster this way.

[All the chatting has distracted him somewhat, but he's already halfway through the pile with his floating washing machine.]

Just sweeping the salt is enough, and I've enjoyed the conversation. Don't let me keep you, though. Have you fully satisfied your ghostly curiosity?

[collegedropout]

[He shakes his waterlogged head with mild embarrassment, hands on his hips. But there's a contentment there.

Not a bad meeting.]

I think I have, yeah. If there's a real ghost around causing trouble, feel free to send me sarcastic messages.

[nerdeology]

I'll be sure to do that, though maybe next time you should try speaking up before you throw the salt.

[Granted, it's about as harmless an attack as one can get, unless he's meeting some kind of giant sentient slug. Still, it's an inconvenience when it makes this sort of mess.]

[collegedropout]

[He salutes like a lame-ass nerd.

He's hopeless.]

Sir, yes sir. I'll keep that in mind.