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[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

Date: February 20, 2000 - during and after The Fall
Setting: The bar, may wander
Status: Open
Summary: The Felling of an Archangel has ripples and echoes - and so, for that matter, does the attempted suicide of an Archangel. (I've been AWOL, and I figured, well - this is a BIG EVENT, the other residents of the manor are damn well gonna react. We know where Wednesday is, and the arch-angels [of course] - this is for the others.)

Something was going to happen. Destruction could taste it. And oh, it was frustrating, knowing that he could know, he could be there - if he had not renounced his kingdom. Yes, it was definitely in his former domain.

He paced the bar, a nearly-empty bottle of vodka in his hand. It hadn't happened yet. He could find it. But how close could he go without resuming his function? He would not take up the sword again.

He turned suddenly and hurled the bottle at the wall with a cry. It shattered loudly, echoing through the bar and the corridors beyond. Echoing like the Event. He could go, he couldn't go...

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[barking-harry.livejournal.com]

Harry, who had been cleaning the tables at the back of the bar, looked up in shock as he heard the cry and the smashing of the glass.

He had been assuaged by feelings of mild aprehension, the cause of which he was unable to pinpoint, all day. He knew it was not due to his nightmares. He hadn't had any of the really terrifying ones since the sleepwalking incident. So he'd put it down to it just being 'one of those days', until now.

"Are... are you all right sir?" he asked, rather shaken and quite unable to think of a more sensible question.

[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

Destruction looked up, startled. He hadn't noticed anyone in the room when he came in. "I'm alright, kid." He said gruffly. "It's the world that's gone twisty."

[barking-harry.livejournal.com]

Something told Harry that it was too much to hope that the man was refering to alcohol induced balance problems when he talked about the world going 'twisty'.

"When you say twisty do you mean dangerous?" asked Harry cautiously, as he went to search for a dustpan and brush behind the bar. "I mean, Adam's said that it's safe here but...." He trailed off, not quite sure him what the 'but' in question was.

[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

Destruction frowned and stopped pacing. "You're right. It can't be happening here. But..." He stroked his chin thoughtfully, thinking absently that perhaps it was time to grow a beard again. "If there's one thing I know it's that every system ahs a loophole. It must start outside."

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

Draco had said that she wasn't to disturb Harry, so she didn't. What Luna did do, though, was to give him a small wave.

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

Luna walked into the bar reading the latest edition of the Quibbler upside down with her wand tucked safely behind her ear, although everything else about her was askew. She stopped and scribbled something on the page she was reading, then chewed at the end of her pencil before suddenly noticing the tension in the air. Luna looked up to see Harry talking to a hefty man who was stroking his chin.

"Um, hi?" said Luna, as though she wasn't really sure where she was. "Is there anywhere I can get a Butterbeer here?"

(ooc: wasn't sure if I was supposed to start a new thread or not... um. yeah. so should I move this?)

[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

Nah, it's fine. We don't wanna go all lefty anyway. Just as long as people don't get confused.

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

(ooc: ok cool. And just to clarify, Luna doesn't know where she is, so perhaps a better sentence would be, "She didn't know where she was." instead of "as though..."

[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

Destruction turns when he hears the voice. "Butterbeer?" He chuckles. "Well, our immortal bartender isn't present, but you may as well ahve a rifle through the cupboards. You never know. I had this bottle of vodka, but, you know." He gestured vaguely to the shards on the floor.

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

"I can do that?" asked Luna, genuinely clueless.

"Oh, that's easy. Reparo!" said Luna and the bottle of vodka reformed itself. "There, good as new." she said, handing the bottle to Destruction. Then she Banished her magazine to her room and walked over to the bar counter, scanning the cupboards for any Butterbeer. She'd grown rather fond of it over the years at Hogwarts.

[entropyoptimism.livejournal.com]

Destruction raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'm not complaining about free vodka." Of course, he'd created the bottle out of raw firmament in the first place, and he found it interesting to note that not all of the little flourishes he'd put on the label had survived the reparation. He held it out to Hugo, and then turned back to Luna.

"So, you're a witch then. D'you know if anything really big and magical's going on?"

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

"Big and magical? You'll have to be a little more specific than that, I'm afraid. There are quite a few big and magical things going on now, like the Rotfang conspiracy, for one," said Luna. She hadn't been able to find any Butterbeer in the cupboards. "Accio Butterbeer!" hadn't worked either. Shrugging, Luna Summoned a glass and filled it with Butterbeer from her wand.

"But there does seem to be a lot of energy here as well. Stifling energy, and no wind. In Muggle terms, I suppose they'd say it's the 'calm before the storm'. But I don't think that there's anything we can do except to wait for the axe to fall."

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

Walking over to the window, Luna remarked, "Seems like a real storm is gathering too, I think. Is that what a real storm looks like? With big black clouds and everything?"

[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

Ellie crept into the bar, driven by an instinct she couldn't identify to seek out the company of others where she was normally inclined to avoid it. Hugging herself as though chilled, though she wasn't, she went straight to a table near the back and slid into a chair, avoiding eye contact with those already present.

She didn't know them, but it was clear just from the ambient energy in the room that the same oppressive feeling was affecting everyone in the Manor, not just her. She wished that Aziraphale or John or Belial or Crowley were around; any familiar face would be a comfort right now, even if none of them could say what was going on.

Still, for the moment at least, staying in an occupied area seemed preferrable to wandering the halls, looking for her friends. So she sat and waited for whatever was going to happen, to happen, hoping none of those who fell into that category were involved.

[roadkill-god.livejournal.com]

Horus perched in hawk form on a branch just outside the manor. He'd felt the abrupt shift of powers the moment it happened, and it frightened him. He was too wary of the inhabitents of the manor to enter it, but he peered in a window, wondering what was going on.

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

Luna heard the rustle of feathers as a large bird alighted on a branch outside a window, and walked over to find herself face to face with a hawk. Pulling off her sweater, she transfigured it into a falconer's glove over her left arm and tried to coax it in with a bit of raw meat. The thought did cross her mind that it might not be the wisest thing to do, but hey, the bar certainly seemed spacious enough.

She figured it was due to her spending so much time with Gryffindors.

[roadkill-god.livejournal.com]

Horus was surprised when the girl approached him. He fluttered up to a higher branch, watching her closely and trying to figure out what she wanted. She seemed friendly enough but he wasn't certain, it had been a long time since he'd spent any amount of time around people, and with the sudden strange shift in power he was more wary than usual.

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

Luna looked up as the hawk fluttered up to a higher branch. It seemed as though the bird was nervous also, like the woman who had just sprouted wings, amongst other less noticable things.

"Don't worry, it's just a demon... no wait, an angel... or is it a demon? No, I've got it; an angel fell and became a demon - that's why the world is acting all funny and strange and odd. But it'll so be alright again, I think.

I'll just leave this bit of meat here on the window ledge. You can come down; I won't harm you. I just think it might be safer if you came into the manor." Luna thought for a bit. "Or at least stay on the Manor grounds," echoing Destruction.

Luna backed away slowly, still within view if someone looked in the window, but she couldn't see the hawk anymore, and she assumed that he? why she was thinking of the hawk as he? it couldn't either.

[roadkill-god.livejournal.com]

Horus continued to carefully watch the girl set the meat on the ledge. He hopped back to the lower branch as she stepped away, thinking over her words with a concentration that would seem odd to anyone who thought him an ordinary bird. Safer inside the mansion? He hated to be inside. He wasn't quite sure what she meant by angels and demons and Falling, either. Still, he was hungry, and the meat was at least a meal he didn't have to hunt for... After abit more deliberation he fluttered from the branch to the windowsill and tore into the meat.

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

Luna almost crowed with delight as the hawk fluttered to the windowsill and began tearing into the meat, but she managed to keep it in, for she'd read (and known from personal experience) that wild animals got spooked easily. She Summoned a few more pieces from the kitchen and laid the pieces out carefully in a trail that led to another branch.

One that hadn't been in the wall before, because it had previously been part of the wall. Not after Luna had Transfigured it, however. She hoped that the meat would be enough to tempt the hawk into staying, although she knew that if he didn't want to, she could do nothing about it.

Why did she keep thinking of the hawk as 'he'?

[vivacious-witch.livejournal.com]

Anathema entered the bar. She wasn't sure exactly what was happening, but whatever it was--well, Lower Tadfield in general and the Manor in particular were probably among the better places to be.

She looked around. No one she knew...hmm.

[polldancer.livejournal.com]

Famine was surprised to see the uneasy looking crowd in the bar as he walked past. He paused and looked around, wondering what had happened. As he stepped inside he vaguely recognized one young woman from the failed apocalypse and nodded to her politely.

[vivacious-witch.livejournal.com]

Anathema nodded back, not quite recognizing him. "Do you know anything about what's happening? The group by the counter is saying an angel has been damned."

She was definitely out of her depth. That had never stopped her before, but what could she do?

[polldancer.livejournal.com]

Famine raised an eyebrow, surprised. "No, I don't, I don't usually keep track of the angels and demons very closely. I don't suppose anyone knows who it was?" This was out of his area of expertise, but it would probably be a good idea to keep track of these things while he was here.

[vivacious-witch.livejournal.com]

"One of the archangels. No one seems to know anything more." Anathema frowned. "But why would an archangel be damned?"