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Log, Essentially Complete but for a few finishing bits.

When; The morning of the 6th
Rating; PG13, because otherwise Lucifer go crezzeh.
Characters; Uriel

againstgod. Then later anyone who wants to stick their oar in (probably the usual gang).
Summary; ON LAST NIGHT'S EPISODE: Rosiel's sale of Uriel to Jack Sparrow seems to have had some rather unhappy consequences, because it meant he had to spend a reasonable amount of time talking to Jan Valentine and Agent Sands, which is enough to send anyone la vida batshit loca. A great deal of pent up frustration finally explodes out of Uriel and brings on a fit of Avenging Rage, manifesting in the appearance of his mask (the thing into which he puts all his anger and rage for when he needs it to punish the wicked, in case you don't know Angel Sanctuary) and a huge ass thunderstorm. Matters were made worse by the arrival of the Kraken at building eight, which caused him to throw a massive shitfit and hurl lightning bolts at the poor, harmless, innocent squidly, and probably catching Ranmaru in the crossfire at some point. He is perching on the crow's nest of the Black Swann, glaring into the turbulent ocean when Alexiel arrives to try and calm him down. Ooh, wasn't that a long summary. Sorry about that.

LOG:

He would punish them all. He could feel their sins, all around him. The city was riddled with sin, rank with it, begging him to cast the mortals into eternal damnation. Fools and traitors and guilt, guilt anger hate EVERYWHERE DRIVING HIM MAD. He should cleanse them all. Raze their souls to the ground with cleansing fire, with the Holy Light of El.

No. No more God. God was dead. Death had deserted him here. There was only justice, and he, the hand of justice. He would begin with the blind one. He could feel his soul from here, a mean little soul full of selfishness and arrogance, on the ship below, with the cowering one Rosiel had sold him to... He would...

He looked up and saw her, radiant and resplendent, and his eyes were filled with the light...

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Alexiel did not mind the rain and the floor. There were rare occasions she could enjoy the water dripping over her head in the City. It was natural to rain, so the water would return to the soil and moist the flowers. It puzzled her it did not happen very often.

The storm had become unusually violent with Uriel’s awoken wrath. She had to put an end to that fit before the fool hurt his friends and himself.

Clasped with a brown cloak, quite modest to not attract attention, Alexiel spread her wings to fly into the building, going through it as if her body was made of light – a radiance that pierced into the bleak darkness until she reached the ragging sky of the beach.

She stopped her flight a few meters away from Uriel, hair and face concealed by the cloak, protected of the merciless rain, with Nanatsusaya sheathed in case she would need it to beat sense into the Earth Guardian. Pulling down her cloth, she said impassibly:

“Uriel. That's enough.”

Uriel slowly raised his head to look at Alexiel out through the mask and stared. Even now, in his rage, he saw that she was beautiful, resplendent and spectacular. She bore the many-bladed sword, and it reminded him of seeing her in battle, the avenging goddess he remembered so well.

"I knew you would come." He said. "Enough. Lucifer would not hold back from this, why did you not bring him? Will we not then cleanse this City of Sin as we did in the great old days before time? As we did to Sodom and Gomorrah. It is rife, and ripe for destruction!"

Alexiel shook her head lightly, still floating above him. A halo started to emit out her body, a radiance that dried her and stopped the rain from touching her. She flew closer, extending her arm to him, offering Uriel no harm.

“Lucifer is not here. This sword is soulless, Guardian of Earth, Angel of Death,” commented Alexiel, “I have come to talk with you, not to aid you in retribution.” She motioned to the beach, sweeping the water to leave them a spot to land. “Come down with me, Uriel.”

She had no intention to retake her duties as the Angel of Retribution - the executer of the judge’s sentence.

The wind whipped around them, catching up his black hair in a tangle of night-strands. In any state of being, Uriel would listen to Alexiel. The mask had no power over love, could not prevent him from loving her and from wanting to do what would make her happy. He took her hand, and the two of them sank to the beach. Once his feet touched the earth again, he looked her in the eyes.

"You will not aid me, then? Very well. Talk as you wish, and then I will act alone, as ever. But you will not dissuade me."

His voice was like the tolling of a dark and terrible bell, and his eyes were the grey of an angry sea, looking to swallow ships whole.

Alexiel assented serenely, with her face covered the emotionless mask that was invisible unlike Uriel’s own. Closing her eyes briefly, she made the air warmer, gentler around them.

“Hold your judgment, Uriel, for many innocents will be trapped in your thirst of vengeance,” Alexiel advised softly, pointing with her free hand to the sand beneath them. The soil shifted, turning into fertile earth that soon was covered with green grass and white blossoms. It was taxing to modify the City, even so little for such short time but the Organic Angel did it, anyway. “Will they endure your anger as well?” she questioned, offering him a seed. “Will you harm with your sharp scythe the seeds of precious lives to quench your urge?”

Uriel's eyes followed Alexiel's hand to the blooming sand, and deep within his soul, something else blossomed back into life, and sank deep roots into his mind, drawing out the poisonous rage.

He took the seed, and felt the tiny life inside it, pausing, not alive yet, but so full of potential. So fragile, so beautiful, and he remembered the garden and the trees, and the life blood pulsing in the earth.

He put a hand to his face, and sank to his knees before the green things, overwhelmed with shame and sadness. The mask shattered, and fell from his face, the shards vanishing into thin air.

"No..." He muttered, in Enochian, the language that only he and she there understood. "I cannot. I could never harm them. Forgive me, little ones. I have been weak again." He covered his face with both hands and bowed his head.

Alexiel bent over to caress his dark hair and remove it out his face. She was silent first to listen to his words filled with shame and grief. Quiet she allowed him mourn for the first minutes until she moved from contact, inclining further to pick up the shattered mask.

“No, Uriel, you were just human…” she trailed off amusingly, extending her hand to give Uriel the pieced mask. “You can no longer pretend your anger doesn’t exist. It’s unhealthy for you and everything you love. You feel fury as well. Try to seek a better way to express it.”

Uriel looked at the remaining unvanished pieces in his hand and crushed them. Then he cast them down onto the beach angrily. "I do not know how. I have been without fury and anger too long. But I will learn. I will remember this feeling, for I have been foolish. There is no more need for that thing for there is no more El to command me to punish. I will learn to be angry. I must change in many ways for this place." He stood up and faced her. "Forgive me. It must vex you to be forced to deal with me so often.."

Alexiel smiled when she saw Uriel’s angry action with his mask. She straightened her posture and gestured to the shattered item. “You are learning,” she said, proudly. “You will continue learning. It’s difficult to adapt, I know that very well. To be without El, to be free; it’s almost a frightening concept.”

She leaped and spread her wings, floating above Uriel. “Save your apologies. You did not wrong me, Uriel. Your ‘Master’ must be looking for you.”

Uriel nodded. "I feel him. I felt him before, when I was angry, cowering beneath his bed." Uriel, of course, never smiled, but there was something in his eyes that betrayed amusement. "Rosiel's selling me is teaching me many new things. In a painful fashion, undoubtedly, but still. I am glad that he did."

Jack has spent a good while seated under the desk in his quarters, watching a bottle slide across the floor with the rocking of his ship on the rough waters. It became a game after a while: Any time the rum slid past his hand, he would try to catch it and take a draught before returning it to it to it's waltz.

This has gotten boring. Jack wonders if his angel is done with the task of slaying his enemy. He was rather surprised he agreed, really.
Boredom and curiosity draw the pirate from the safety of his ship and into the storm. He holds his hat to his head and makes his way down the docks towards the two celestial beings sitting on the sand.

"So is it... Is it gone?"
This question is vital to whether or not Jack will be sleeping tonight. Sands has already stolen his bed as it is.

Uriel slowly turned his head to face the pirate and slowly unfolded to his feet , before walking to face him and bowing slightly.

"It is gone. It has been burnt and sliced into many pieces. I am ashamed for my behaviour. You may punish me as you see fit, master."

“I don’t approve it, Uriel. To be a puppet or slave to anyone, God or human is something I dread,” Alexiel told Uriel, her beautiful features grimacing. “But your Master doesn’t want to break your spirit. And if it amuses you…”

She did finish that statement; instead the Organic Angel flew to the ship to greet the curious Captain. “The thunderstorm, Captain? The sky is clear except by the rain and the grey clouds. There is no lightening anymore.”

A slight bow, for Uriel, brings him nearly down to Jack's height...though not quite. Thus, the pirate had to reach up to pat the angel on the head (as it seemed the thing to do).
"No call for shame, mate. You did well. Saved lives, I would imagine. I hardly see why anyone should punish you for it."
Also, the idea sits very poorly with Jack. He's never been one for the whip.

The Captain looks up to Alexiel and tilts his head with a smirk as rain drops fall against his cheeks.
"Storms, love, do not worry me. Large and terrible beasts with a taste for my flesh do try on my nerves a bit, however."

Alexiel smiled amused at Jack’s reply and pat. Uriel was overly melodramatic with his need of punishment. “If you go to hell, one day, avoid the circle reigned by Leviathan,” she suggested. “This storm could have been worse if the mask was still on my friend’s face. He would seek to judge and punish everyone’s sins. Even yours, Captain.”

"I will defend you from such beasts if they come again." Uriel said, surprised and pleased at the pat. He was rarely touched by humans, or indeed by anyone (since Yumiko's floral hairdressing session, anyway) and enjoyed it. He gestured with a hand. "See how the skies begin to clear. The storms are soon over, and beasts gone. Have you thought what good thing you would command me to do?"

The threat of hell, at this point (and in fact, at most points in his life) caused JAck to laugh. "I shall avoid all circles of hell and go straight to handling the devil himself, should it come to that. I fear this is what I have in place of damnation, however. ... It has its moments."

Uriel's pleasure at being patted amused Jack and he was happy to see it hadn't angered the angel.
"I shall be thankful to you to defend me. You're a good man. Now that the skies are clearing, perhaps I can get to planning what great benevolent thing to do for this city, eh? I've not come up with the proper thing just yet."

“Captain, please, the devil is in the City,” Alexiel commented, humoured. “There is no need to seek Lucifer in Hell. He lives on the rooftop of the twelfth building.” She had no intention to allow a meeting between them. Four Wings lacked sense of humour.

Uriel inclined his head. "That will be good. In the meantime, I am yours to command."

Jack smiled to himself in a rather odd expression of bemusement at the idea of speaking with Lucifer in this place. He made plans to drink with the devil at his first convenience.
"Ah.. good that the devil is comfortably close by, then. Saves on time and travel."

As to commanding his 'slave':
"If you need for commands, mate, I order that you relax a bit. Savvy?"

"Relax a bit." Uriel said the words slowly, having to think about them to divine their meaning. "Very well. I will carry out this order over time."

“Four Wings is extremely anti social,” Alexiel informed Jack, giving a small shrug. “He grants audience to a spare few and likes even less.” She looked terse for a moment; then sighed deeply. “I could speak with him. We live together. He needs to stop being so gloomy.”

"Well, if he's not one for company..." Jack shrugged off the news of Lucifer's loner nature. "It would just be a fine tale to tell...having a chat and a drink with the devil." He grinned widely, still pleased with the idea.

He made the decision to accept Uriel's difficulty with calming himself and relaxing. Somewhere in Jack's mind, the idea began to form that he could help with this trouble.

A wavering step, then another. And then a stagger of sorts, spawn of a precarious balance. These legs don't serve - flesh rarely does.

He had wasted himself in the Cathedral far too long, always reclined, in prayer or in waiting. Uriel's first signs of madness had found him in early sleep, but Rosiel greeted the Oathbreaker's lightning with a hand clutched tightly on the rosaries and some inkling of dread.

Never of Uriel, easily defeated by Rosiel's Other Face, but of the mask, such an instrument and a master, enslaving angels to its liking and seldom one to be defied. An aberration of the Creator's designs.

"I shall have a humanling sent to you." The nod of acknowledgment was for Alexiel, first, and then Uriel. "Your hair's a fright and whatever darling wicked thing you've been doing has you obnoxiously pale. You've cuts, no doubt. Someone will have to see to them."

By no means an apology, but the mask's insanity - so close to Rosiel's own - had a gift of riling him and inviting caution.

Uriel inclined his head politely towards Rosiel.

"Hail, o Rosiel. I will recover from my wounds, do not fear. You have left your abode to see us? It is an honour."

"A necessity, Uriel." A pretty smile of odds, a smile from the most vicariously beautiful of angels. "You've been most vile, you know. Scaring the rats like that and not offing a soul - hmmm. Has one pining for the good days of efficiency..."

Fingers cold, perhaps in some warning that this wasn't his place - but he stayed a hand all the same on Uriel's hair, frown idle, swatting a lost sliver of feather and leaves - likely from the storm. "If you'd killed them, that would have accounted for something. Now you're just...soiled."

Alexiel was on guard when Rosiel joined them: for the sake of Jack and his human crew, for the sake of her own brother’s vanishing goodness. She stepped forward, trying to break his grasp on poor Uriel.

It hurt her to see Rosiel bloodthirsty for pain and devastation, heartless like the worse of the demons. “Dear brother,” she addressed soothingly, taking his hand with her warm, long fingers. “Isn’t the Kraken a more impressive offering than a pair of mortal souls?”

"Yes." Uriel nodded. "It is a mighty beast."

The fingers lingered only barely on Uriel's skin, claws nearly drawing blood as Alexiel's hand slithered to remove them. Paranoia made him weary - and melancholy led to anger.

"You're suspicious, Alexiel." He let the hand fall heavy and within his sister's doings. "Overly suspicious." I meant no ill will for your underworld puppet just this once, he meant to say, but left it as was.

"I'll see your kraken when it suits me." The glance eased onto Uriel's face anew. That mask... "I've already seen your kicked little pup."

Alexiel loosened her grip on Rosiel’s hand, releasing him softly. What was in Rosiel’s gaze made her pause, it was sadness, fear and understanding. She had misunderstood his intentions.

“Forgive me, Rosiel. I thought Uriel needed no burdens after the episode,” she apologized, giving her brother a thoughtful look.

And, right about then, two dishevelled and soaked figures emerged from the sea.

Bright red jacket dripping seawater down his stockings into his soaked boots, long unruly hair straggling out of it's tie down his neck, the erstwhile Commodore Norrington emerged from the sea and marched up the beach, closely followed by Tia Dalma.

"Good evening all." Said Norrington, airily, saluting cheerfully. "Anything interesting happened in my absence?"

Tia was not so cheerful, being soaked and cold, and not liking finding more rain instead of dry shore. She felt, more than saw, the Angels meandering on the beach, and knew Jack was with them - she still held onto Norrington's arm, wobbling slightly as she escaped the last pulls of the waves.

Alexiel looked at the two newcomers with concern. It was not a good idea to have even more people close to her brother. But they were shivering in cold and soaked wet, the spot she had transformed was dry and warm.

“The Kraken returned to its depths and the Guardian of Earth recovered his love for all living creatures,” Alexiel replied helpfully before turning her adoring gaze to Rosiel. “Do you wish to see the City, Brother?”

Alexiel's concern for what her brother might do was matched by Uriel, along with equal concern for the soaking humans. Since the male one raised a hand to Alexiel in thanks for the information and left quickly to fetch something to look after the female one, he decided they would be all right and it might be best to turn his attention to Rosiel.

"The city is beautiful. You should see it from the air. You have not wandered much, have you, O Rosiel?"

After having greeted the rest of them, Norrington paid attention to the shivering woman on his arm and was attacked by a sudden fit of gentlemanlyness.

"Good God, how inconsiderate of me." He said, laying a hand on her shoulder. "I'll fetch you a blanket, at once. Won't be a minute. Sparrow, I'm taking one of yours as they'll be nearer by."

He hot footed it to the docks and clambered on board the Swan to fetch the item in question...

Jack's brows knit reflexively when he saw Norrington's hand fall upon Tia's shoulder. He caught himself in...what is that? Jealousy?...and shook it off.
"Right. You go fetch blankets." 'And get away.'

He moved closer to Tia Dalma and put his own arm around her shoulders, happy to have someone who makes more sense to him than the bickering of angels.
"And just how did you get here? Seems it would be a dreadfully long swim."

As Norrington returns with a blanket, he catches an angry glare from Jack, and decides he's too wet and too tired to bother with that sort of thing for the moment, so he simply hands the blanket to Sparrow to give to her, and makes a small bow to all present.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm in no condition for making good company." He tips an imaginary hat to Tia. "Madam, thank you for my delivery from Jones's minions, and I hope you don't mind if I leave you to do the explaining. Should I be needed, I'll be in my quarters. Drying off. And probably ousting Sands' cat from my cupboards. Farewell."

With that, he walks off towards the door out of the beach, opens it and exits, leaving a trail of seawater behind him.

Tia smiled up at Jack, and after a pause, leaned in to hug him close. Even with all her magic and her skills, and knowing what she knew, the feeling of Jack dying had shaken her deeply. Jack was a dear friend, and to have him before her - "alive" as it were - was a happy thing. She barely heard Norrington leave, and after a moment, stepped back and shook herself a bit, still not pleased with being so very wet. "Too much rain," she said simply, proving she would not be doing any storytelling until she was warm and dry.

Aww.. No stories. Still, there were hugs. Hugs would certainly do for the time being. Jack was a bit put out by the feeling of his own death as well and has been very lonely for familiar company of late. He put his arms around Tia in return and held to her tightly. Though he tried to give it the same casual appearance all of his affections tended to take, there was a hint of something deeper... Less a love or longing, and more a feeling that she would serve as a security blanket to him.

Actual blankets were called for in the rain, though, and Jack snatched the one Norrington brought to them like a possessive child then grinned, very self satisfied, as he watched the man leave. Everything had been to complicated already. He wanted to be alone with someone he could trust.
"Angels confuse me... One killed the kraken for me, though. Good of him... Come! See my new ship! You can dry a bit and then I can hear stories, yes?"

Tia gladly took the blanket and pulled it around herself - her water-logged dress and bag were beginning to become very uncomfortable, and even the protection against the raindrops that made her no more wet than she already was helped, at least mentally. Angels, Jack said ... so that was what they were calling themselves these days. Tia glanced at them a bit, but decided such beings were not meant to be meddled in today.

"Yes, then you hear," she said, content to be lead to his new ship. She had things to do and people to see in the City, but spending some time locked away with her dear friend was definitely something she could spent time doing - yes, yes, it would be very good indeed. She stayed near Jack's side and walked with him, taking in the wet scenery as they moved.

Jack led her up the dock and to the ship. The Swann was larger than the Pearl by a good bit, but Jack still didn't feel as comfortable with her. Jack Sparrow had only one ship, and that is how it would always be. Something of him would be missing until he had the Pearl back, despite how much excitement he showed in bringing Tia aboard his new man-of-war.

Rather than his quarters, he led her to the galley. There, he could started a fire to warm them, opened a fresh bottle of rum, and could be free of the hassle of others..such as his twin who was asleep in his berth.
"So..." He sits atop a chopping table and smiles down at Tia, taking the first pull from the bottle. "What have you brought me?" He's mostly teasing, but there is interest.

((Continues here (http://community.livejournal.com/tampered/44839.html)))

((ooc: see here (http://community.livejournal.com/tampered/43870.html#cutid1) for the leadup to this.))

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