we are not truly immortal

[dark_light]

After Glass's party is over with, Amariah and Kas go home.

Amariah fetches down their alethiometers.

"It's about time I took care of Alethia's afterlife, whatever it may be," she says quietly. "What can the alethiometer tell you about what I'll find?"

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[endragoned]

It more sort of tickles, he snorts.

[dark_light]

Okay, then since they only attacked you in particular - I don't think we can assume they're hostile to the entire party, if you don't mind letting them carry you wherever they're going while we go try to talk to some others that would be good. You can try talking to them, if they'll listen.

[endragoned]

All right.

[dark_light]

And up flies everyone else.

[pythbox]

And out of the clouds at the very top of the mountain flies another angel, taller and brighter and more solid-looking than the rest.

He does not look pleased.

[dark_light]

"Hello," tries Amariah. "I am Isabella Amariah."

[pythbox]

"You are trespassing," thunders the angel. "Leave now."

[dark_light]

There weren't any signs, Amariah linkbounces but refrains from saying aloud. Instead she says, "Don't you want to know why we're here?"

[pythbox]

"No."

[dark_light]

"Well, I'm afraid it's very important, more so than trespassing, although I do apologize that this was called for," she says.

[pythbox]

"Leave," says the angel. He points down and away, out of the mist.

[dark_light]

"No. My errand isn't going to decrease in urgency until it is complete."

[pythbox]

"Your errand is meaningless," says the angel. "Go, now, and you will not be harmed."

[dark_light]

Amariah plants her hands on her hips, in a gesture that puts her hand near her dagger's hilt.

"My errand is not meaningless. I would like to talk it over peacefully, but if you escalate to violence I don't think I'll come out the worse for it."

[pythbox]

"Tell me of your errand, then," he says disdainfully.

[dark_light]

"How kind of you," says Amariah. "It's about the land of the dead. I don't like it. I'd like to redesign it without interference."

[pythbox]

"Impossible," the angel dismisses.

And he glows brighter.

[dark_light]

Amariah flares aura. "Possible. But perhaps not without a fight, if you want to stand in the way."

[pythbox]

"Impossible," he repeats.

And a bolt of pure light swats all three of them out of the sky.

[lifes_sake]

Cam is bedecked with standard wards, but hasn't been flying for long. He strikes the ground, swearing.

[dark_light]

Amariah has controlled less obedient flight mechanisms than this in weather nearly this hostile since she counted the Tooth Fairy in her pantheon.

She recovers her trajectory, pulls her dagger, and streaks through the air towards the angel.

[pythbox]

Instead of swatting her again, he dives to meet her.

[truthwright]

Kas torches in midair.

[dark_light]

Amariah spares a split-second link-check that he's torched and reset properly, and then she's fighting.

She was "not embarrassing" with this dagger (this blessed, witch's dagger) when she could barely walk down a sidewalk without going sprawling.

Now she's in flight, and the dagger is slightly more magical than it was then, and she is very, very annoyed.

[pythbox]

The strange angel is every bit as solid as a human, and he's fast, and strong, and angry.

Which makes it more or less an even fight.