tampered | 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.

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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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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)))

Log, Essentially Complete but for a few finishing bits.

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