9196/JLD War Council II

JLD War Council II
Date of Scene:	10 January 2022
Location:	Shadowcrest Manor - Bristol Township
Synopsis:	The JLD (and a few Titans) have another meeting, this time at Shadowcrest, in which Michael's plan is finally revealed and plans to defend against and defeat his army are discussed.
Cast of Characters:	Zatanna Zatara, Jonathan Sims, Terry O'Neil, Eric Brooks, Asariel, Donna Troy, Cael Becker, Sara Pezzini, Atrun Rai, Phoebe Beacon, Jubilation Lee, Johnny Blaze, Daniel Ketch, Kaida Connolly
Tinyplot:	Path of Glory

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Zatanna Zatara has posed:
A fire burns merrily in the Library's giant fireplace. Trays of soft drinks and silver urns of coffee and tea are set on a side table along with cups, plates, and silverware. Cookies and tiny petit fours (the chef is showing off) stand heaped on plates at the same table. Extra chairs have been brought in to accommodate the guests. Everyone can serve themselves.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    The Justice League Dark gathers at Shadowcrest Manor, along with a few allies, for a meeting to plan their response to the angelic invasion of New York. Gathered there in the library, Jon--wearing black fatigues but none of the tac gear aside from a SHIELD lanyard--waits a moment while people grab drinks and cookies, getting some tea and petit fours himself. There's an extra box of cookies that he's warned people off of, from a fancy bakery, that he picks up as he stands and clears his throat.

    "Thank you all for coming," he says. "I see a couple of new faces... I'm Jonathan Sims, the Archivist, one of the leaders of the Justice League Dark and Field Commander for SHIELD in the defense of Manhattan. First off, let me open by saying that Phoebe has stepped up to fill the open slot in our Trinity, which I personally wholeheartedly endorse... she's experienced and capable, and I've been nothing but impressed by her resilience in the time I've known her. And, uhh... I got cookies when I got promoted the other day, so I... dropped by my favorite bakery out in Westchester when I was up there this morning. So... here." He hands the cookies to Phoebe with a smile.

    Then he looks around. "That said... let's start by asking what everyone's status is, just now? Things are a little hectic, I know. I'm staying in Grand Central Station, which has been well-fortified by Red Sentinel. SHIELD is providing logistics and operations, but a lot of the offense is going to be on us. There'll be time to get deeper into plans and such later, just... let's go around and have everyone give a status report."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Permissions to portal in acquired, Vorpal opened a Rabbit Hole into the library so that he and Donna could make it to the meeting. The cat is looking a bit worse for wear than he was at the station, mostly because of lack of sleep and... the anxiety of waiting for a certain guest of the Titans to recover enough to be asked some very important questions. But, aside from that he's fine. Totally fine.

"Status... fine. Going back and forth between Metropolis and N'yawk, running supplies." He clears his throat. "Trying to convince stubborn family to evac. Unsuccessfully. I was able to interview the Archangel. Some key info was left out of the video through Michael's meddling, but I can catch everybody else up on what he didn't want everybody else to hear." Which really begs the question of why he even disclosed it to a journalist in the first place- but that's angels for you.

Eric Brooks has posed:
Blade leans against a wall, arms crossed over his chest, his longcoat neatly fitted to him. He's dressed as he always is, all in black, armed to the teeth, with the hilt of a sword jutting out behind his neck. While he's a member of the team, he's not exactly a natural born team player and seems to disdain most attempts to socialize with a blank stare. He's definitely not partaking of snacks.

"My status is waiting to kill shit," he says simply.

Asariel has posed:
Asariel was sitting quietly in one of the chairs and following along with what Jon was saying. The only genuine smile the woman had offered was when Phoebe's promotion was brought up and she gave a little round of applause for her, "Congratulations, Phoebe." she whispers to that. Then she falls back into silence until status' are asked for. "I've finished the translations that were asked for. So I can send them to whoever would like them." she states. "I also have something for Atrun-Rai that might aid in his getting access to heaven." she offers. With that said, she goes back to being quiet.

Donna Troy has posed:
    Troia of the Titans had accompanied Vorpal through the rabbit hole, a rare example in this assembly of someone distinctly fighter rather than wizard, though she's not dressed to show it. There's no armor on show, unless the sleeves of her leather jacket slip enough to show the silvered bracers no Amazon goes anywhere without, and no weapon visible apart from the lasso coiled at her hip, glowing very faintly golden.

    On arriving she had given a simple "Good day all," before extracting a stack of thumb drives from her bag and dumping them on the table next to the petit-fours , for which explanations will come later. After that, she took a seat next to Terry.

    "The Titans have a couple of ideas we're looking into which I'll be explaining to you all," she says. "And asking for a little help with. We also have some intelligence from inside the Angel camp which I wish to share with you all." With that she takes a tablet from her bag, sets it on her lap, and awaits the moment to go into more detail.

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael lurked outside until Sara arrived with Bear - the massive pyreness pup dressed in his 'Service Dog in Training' vest as he greets Cael with sniffs, and a wagging tail. Her expression is pinched, and strained, as she nods to Sara and moves inside. Jon she greets with a brief hand on his shoulder, and an even briefer smile. She claims a few sweets, and a cup of black coffee, then retreats to find herself somewhere on the floor to sit, while the dog crawls into her lap, leaning his head on her chest. One hundred pounds of pure white, fuzzy lapdog - that's our Bear.
    "I'm working on getting my head back together so I can be of better service in this fight. Mostly staying back at the Triskelion - providing logistical support when able," she remarks simply. "Oh, uh. Cael Becker," she adds belatedly.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara arrived with a very large white dog wearing a 'service animal' vest. No sweats for a change, she wore a simple outfit of jeans and a turtleneck with her work boots. Letting Bear go to Cael, which is exactly what the dog did upon seeing the woman, Sara collected some coffee and found herself a place to sit.

"Current status, approved by Chief Carter to remain in the field after Witchblade agreed to follow her orders," she starts with for Jon's benefit. "Beyond that I've been staying out of Manhattan to avoid Witchblade drawing attention from the angels."

A quick glance around the room, "Sara Pezzini, Agent of SHIELD, Wielder of the Witchblade." Is then added.

Atrun Rai has posed:
    Among the others, Atrun-Rai quietly arrives; ancient despite his outward mid-thirties, still in the black almost-cassock and overrobe he typically wears. And, of course, alive.

    "Good evening," the Atlantean remarks in a soft, grim shadow of his usual warmth. "I have returned." A look to the newcomers, some of whom he recognizes, if not by name. "I am Atrun-Rai, sorceror of Lantalla." A beat. "Of Atlantis, that is, before it sank beneath the ocean." Then he is happy to be silent, and lean somewhat heavily against a nearby bookshelf.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna sits not far from Atrun-Rae on one of the settees that have been added to the Library's standard seating arrangement. She taps a manicured finger on the cover of a stiff file she has in her lap as she concentrates on Jon. Exceptionally, she wears a version of the armor that she wore in the recent street fighting without the breast plate and chain mail corselet.

A brief warm smile crosses her lips, and she nods at Jon's endorsement of Phoebe's resiliency despite her young age. She is proud of the young magician.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe was sitting on the back of one oc the couches in the library with her feet off to the side, as people her wage are wont to do, wearing a black T-shirt with GOTHAM FUNK written on it in Goth lettering, with a pair of jeans with a hole at the knee. The announcement of her 'promotion' makes her cheeks and ears darken a bit, and she rubs the back of her head, a moment, just giving a little nod to Jon.

    "Thank you, Jon for your enthusiastic approval, I shall do my best by everyone; I know there's big shoes to fill." she replies to him, and accepts the cookies -- and immediately cracks it open to grab one with a small smile before passing on the platter, and checking a moment to make sure her aura-blocking tattoo was on, and she gives a small smile to the half-angel ally. Wouldn't do to chance Terry getting too worked up between her and Asariel

    "Thank you to everyone running the supply routes -- you're literally being our lifelines as we establish supply back-ups and possible fallback points." she replies in an even voice.

    "To anyone who doesn't know me, Phoebe Beacon, from Gotham. My specialities in magic are healing, exorcism and purification, but I'm fairly good at a couple other niche skills... icebreakers aren't one of them." the teen admits. "I'm pretty much back to full strength following the initial skirmish. I have some ideas as well."

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Anyone who has seen Jubilation Lee enter a room could be forgiven for expecting some loud, boisterous display. Tonight, though, that's not what happens. Anyone particularly attuned to it would recognize it as the subtlety of a vampiress gently being escorted through the shadows by supernatural grace. Instead of her usual outfit of 'hardly much,' Jubilee is covered up from head to toe.

    A pair of skinny jeans made of dark denim hug her legs, along with a pair of simple, white Keds. She wears a lime green hoodie that looks a bit oversized for her, with a cartoon frog riding a skateboard across the breast. The hood is drawn and Jubilation's long, dark hair has been brushed down to cover most of her face. One half of it is entirely covered by her hair.

    Jubilation silently moves along the long edge of the side table, starting on one side and working her way to the other. Each of the offered snacks and drinks is looked at but then ultimately passed on before she slips quietly onto a seat. When Phoebe's promotion is announced, Jubilee claps loudly in response, letting it go on just a bit longer than perhaps would be necessary. Even from the shadow of her hood, it's obvious Jubilation's attention shifts towards the enigmatic Blade... and then over to the dog.

    When it becomes clear that it's her turn, she awkwardly announces herself with the same terse brevity everyone else is using. "Uh, Jubilation Lee. Sitting quietly," she announces before sitting back down.

Johnny Blaze has posed:
"Johnny Blaze, reporting for duty. It's a clusterfuck, but we're getting going. Still some people stuck in the crossfire, been making recon and rescue efforts in the meantime." Blaze suggests as he leans against one of the walls with his arms crossed. When Phoebe is mentioned to complete the trinity, he gives a nod. "Good choice."

He hums. "I have a few ideas. But I'll let the bigger names go first and let the agenda proceed."

Daniel Ketch has posed:
Currently raiding the coffee pots, Danny wears no fancy outfit, quite the opposite, no visible weapons, and he needs a shave. Also, he knows pretty much no one here. There is Sara, who told him to come by phone and met him at the door. Blade, who is Blade, so very much not the one to go for small talk. And now Terry, who just teleported in. Some here he recognizes from their reputation, most he doesn't. He is not going to introduce himself, nope. Instead, he will lurking by the corner with his coffee, and listening.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
At a break in the presentations, Zatanna says in her resonant, stage-trained voice. "I went to Grand Central on hearing of it being reinforced for civilians staying behind and met the Red Sentinel. I added wards to it to keep out angelic intrusions which I have reinforced and checked on several times."

"During a conversation with Jon at Grand Central, he mentioned churches being important centers for the host. It got me thinking beyond the obvious what they might mean to them."

"You are welcome to share your ideas, by the way. I spoke to Atrun-Rai and Meggan on the subject, we arrived at a plan which daunts me, quite frankly."

"It addresses something Michael said to us in Heaven. He spoke about the unity of purpose among humanity or," she smiles sadly, "it's lack. Briefly, it is our idea to contact religious leaders, no matter their creed or denomination, and ask them to organize prayers for the well-being of the world and the universe. We will work top-down and then on social media platforms to spread the message."

Kaida Connolly has posed:
There is an odd movement from Terry's messenger bag. The Planet symbol on the bag is moving as a small lump moves across it and then finally an ear pops out like a tiny silver dollar sized satellite dish followed by another from the top. Then finally the head of none other than Kaida peeks out at the world she has found herself in. She sniffs about and looks about as ears swivel before she suddenly zips up to Terry's shoulder and stretches one arm. The other arm is in a sling.

If that effects her movement, that is unclear.

"Huh, Wha, am I late?" She looks to Terry than the others before standing at attention suddenly and wiggling her nose slightly. She raises a hand and gives it a wide wave before grinning.

"Hey, I am Kaida." And frankly, it is amazing how a body that small projects such a large voice.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "If the Witchblade's going to listen to /anyone/ I suppose it /would/ be Peggy Carter, hmm?" Jon notes with an amused roll of his eyes. Nods around to the others as they speak, giving Cael a smile in return, and a gentle clasp on the shoulder.

    To Zatanna he says, "I'll note that down to ask about in a moment, in detail, then."

    Then he turns to Atrun-Rai. "You're alive," he says, with something like relief on his features. "And... well?" He can't quite tell. "I won't ask you to disclose how if that's a secret, but it's good to know."

Atrun Rai has posed:
    "I am alive," replies Atrun-Rai, though he gives Jon a wan smile. "Though perhaps not as well as I should like. I will recover. It is too complex a question to answer here, so I shall simply say that the forces that once killed me have no desire to let me die, at least for now." And with that, he falls silent once more.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna though still concerned for the Atlantean, shakes her head in amused disbelief at Atrun-Rai, "We were at the Greek Orthodox Cathedral of St. Nicolas when he got spat out, erm, arrived."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon nods. "Well I'm glad to see you here. I truly am." He takes a long breath, then turns to the others.

    "Alright, so first off... the current state of affairs. The angels are not entering buildings nor attacking anything, and our forces have been ordered not to engage for now. They do not attack anyone or anything that doesn't engage them first, though that is going to be changing; I'll get into that shortly. There were civilians that stayed behind that have taken shots at the angels. Every one of them has been killed, thus far. People are starting to realize perhaps they /shouldn't/ be doing so. I've got SHIELD going out and trying to find people to offer shelter at Grand Central, and we're organizing a militia of those who stayed behind." He looks around, noting Terry. "If you know any civilians who want to fight, direct them to me so they can join that militia."

    A pause. "Any questions?"

Johnny Blaze has posed:
Johnny listens and looks around, though his eyes are on Atrun-Rai. "So...what, Cthulhu spit you back into the world?" Johnny questions Atrun, though his eyes are stolen by the presence of Danny Ketch. His eyes seem to narrow at him a moment, almost in surprise, though he stows any questions he might have for the man when Jonathan starts to speak. "I can see about getting them armed and teach them how to fight angels." Johnny volunteers for the task, but he nods softly.

"No questions here."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara offers Jon a slight smirk over the eye roll. The fact that Witchblade was willing to listen to Peggy had been surprising to her as well, but it was something to discuss at another time. She listens to the rest of the introductions and Jon's first part of the report.

"I'm willing to give an attempt of going into Manhattan to look for stragglers," she states calmly. "but I'll leave that decision up to the leadership. I honestly don't know how much attention Witchblade would draw just by being there. No questions from me."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe raises a hand. "Garunteement of secret identities is a concern for some of our allies. THose of us who are 'in the know' should be mindful to be using code names around civillians --" she pauses "Just as a reminder." she wrings her hands a moment. "I have to be careful of that as well. If my tattoo's not active, I'm a Shining Beacon, not just a Phoebe Beacon. I don't think I could replicate the spellwork on mine, but" she looks to Zee and Atrun-Rai "Is there a way we could possibly cloak our allies?"

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon nods to Johnny, seeming to make a mental note. "Perfect. We can talk about that back at Grand Central?" Another nod to Sara. "I'll hook you up with the SHIELD agents looking for stragglers." She's in SHIELD too, after all, she can easily lead those efforts.

    He ponders as he looks to Phoebe. "Actually... that's a really good question. Can we?" He looks around at Zatanna and Atrun as well. "The angels haven't really been drawn to /anyone/ thus far, but once they move to an offensive footing... they might."

Asariel has posed:
Asariel watches as the group talks and she takes quiet notes. Maybe they needed minutes for the meeting or something. She doesn't have much to add for the moment but she is paying attention to what is being said.

Eric Brooks has posed:
Blade doesn't move from his spot on the wall when he speaks up, but his voice carries easily enough, "This is a god damn apocalypse situation. Maybe we shouldn't be wastin' too much magickal energy on makin' sure Captain Jackass doesn't let anyone see his pretty face and use our resources to make sure the world doesn't end first."

Daniel Ketch has posed:
"Er... I do have a question," states Daniel from his corner. "I am Daniel Ketch from Brooklyn," he adds as introduction. "If every civilian that has taken a shot to the angels has died, what weapons would help? Also, uh... what about the cops and SHIELD agents that have tried to fight. Or are they also 'civilians' in this context?"

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
After sharing a significant look with Atrun-Rae, Zatanna answers, "Speaking for myself; Illusions are part of what I can bring to the mix of abilities among us. I'd be more than willing to mask identities. I also think some illusions might work on misleading a part of the lesser Host. But, I will talk to Jon (and OOCly Chas) about where they can be used."

Atrun Rai has posed:
    Atrun-Rai looks back at Johnny. "The entire assemblage of the Old Ones," he says to the Ghost Rider. "But yes. In essence." He looks, then, to Phoebe. "Possibly. There are spells. But let us remember, it is an archangel. He is, for the lack of better terms, omnipotent. I will do the necessary research to determine possibilities with my own magic, and speak to Magus Zatara about a solution, if she is willing."

    A moment, he looks back at Jon. "I will likely be a target. I am, by most accounts, among the most readily dangerous beings on the field where the angels are concerned. It is also only a matter of time before it is determined that I am responsible for the affliction currently reducing the power of the Legions - and how it was done. Revenge will be sought. I will be ready, of course. But I may have to use...particularly dramatic means to survive an assault."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "Michael is not everywhere, and Michael does not notice everything. My assessment of him, in fact, is that he overlooks those without power--which is precisely what Phoebe's getting at, I believe?" Jon looks to Phoebe. "Hiding Witchblade and, say, the descendant of Christ from notice by the angels."

    He looks to Daniel. "SHIELD and NYPD are /not/ civilians, no. I'm talking about the people who have joined us in the fight, or taken pot-shots from the porch of their brownstones, because New Yorkers are /batty/ that way." He says it with pride; despite his English accent, he aligns himself as a New Yorker. "As for what will help to fight? I'll get to that."

Cael Becker has posed:
    From her position on the floor, where she's been listening in silence while petting the dog that's crawled into her lap, Cael lets out a loud snort of amusement. She looks towards Blade, and offers him a nod of acknowledgement.
    This guy... she likes.
    Towards Daniel she adds, "In the initial battle - when we faced the angels with force and numbers - we didn't fare too badly. But just a single guy shooting at angels? That's suicide. Even fighting as a group - we were //allowed to retreat// at the end."

Asariel has posed:
"I can also offer help with illusions if wanted or needed." Asariel offers as she looks up from note taking, but that's all she's got for the moment and soon is back to look at what she's written so far. Which is apparently a lot. At least she wasn't doodling stick figure fights or anything like that.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "It's not a question of caring about Captain Jackass -- who so far hasn't volunteered to work with us," Phoebe comments with a side look to Blade "But we expect to come out of the side of this largely intact; it'd be nice to make sure out allies continue to be our allies after the fact. Several of Gotham's home vigilante group have helped in the first fight and provided logistics and intel as well as material."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon holds up a hand. "Phoebe's right--we need to proceed with the understanding that we might survive this. Using codenames isn't a big ask; we can do so. Anything else...?" He looks around.

    With no other questions, he says, "Alright... I have information from inside Michael's army on the organization of the angels and their plans. First off, organization. There appear to be nine ranks of angels, which are separated into three 'tiers.' I have information on the specifics of each rank if people like, but to sum it up--they each have different capabilities and power, right up to the Archangels. Atrun-Rai's spell will allow us to hit /all/ of them with conventional weaponry, though seraphim and archangels may require missile strikes or .50 caliber bullets."

    He frowns. "I will note that, to my knowledge, angels cannot actually be... killed. Any we destroy that don't get accidentally revived by, say, an archangel exploding will merely be sent back to Heaven; gone from the battle but not from reality. There's one exception--Nullspace energy, Void energy...? Actually destroys them. For good." A long, slow breath. "I will not be calling on that power any longer. I would remind everyone that this is not merely a battle to stop the apocalypse nor preserve our universe--we are proving our worth. If we die, our souls move on to something else. If you destroy an angel, you send it back to Heaven. If we call on Void to destroy them utterly? They are /gone/. And we merely prove Michael right--that the universe is fundamentally flawed and /we/ are the problem."

    He looks around. "But as I said--we /can/ hurt them with conventional weapons, and Hellfire merely sends them back to Heaven. They are not engaging now, but once the main bulk of their forces gets here on January 15th they'll start an offensive. I /do/ know what their plan is, and I'll get to that shortly. First, any questions about the angels' capabilities and tactics?"

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Even if she shares the sentiment, Zatanna winces at Phoebe's epithet for a super hero. She nods deeply at Asariel, acknowledging her offer, glad for it.

"That was what I meant, hiding the civilians. The rest of us likely are too easy to be seen by Michael. I hope more will join us."

Eric Brooks has posed:
Blade nods to Cael at the acknowledgement, although he doesn't allow a smile to break his stoic exterior, "This Michael Motherfucker sounds like a real asshole," he throws in. "If we send them back to Heaven," he says, with a skeptical tilt to the use of that particular term, "then are they comin' right back down here in a split second? Or are they locked back up behind the pearly gates, back to bother us no more?"

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon shakes his head. "Any angels that go back are out of the fight. The game is... fair in that sense, since we can't re-use our own dead."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Commander Stupid, sub-lieutenant of Captain Jackass, with a question!" Terry says with a wink at Phoebe, but then an air of seriousness. "Are these angels limited by their physical body, or can they discorporate and teleport? Merely asking because if they actually have to /fly/ instead of apparati--er-- teleporting... I mean. I have a Rabbit Hole and several planets in the solar system I can send a few of the attacking angels for a tourist trip. So if that's a limitation they have, I can help during the offensive by ... detouring a few."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "We blew Michael up once. I hit him with 15 unholy water bullets. Lady Death was opening up on him... Witchblade, and Batman, and Ghost Rider apparently did a number on the //other// Michael because the fucker can split himself. He exploded... and then he was still there, and his forces got stronger, and we had to retreat. So... Attacking Michael directly - and I assure you 'a real asshole' doesn't fucking begin to cover it - ...doesn't seem to be the solution." It's said grudgingly, but the fact that //Cael// says it at all would carry weight, for those who know what she experienced.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon appears to... actually have pamphlets, and he distributes them around so people can get the extra information on the angels. "I don't know if the lower tiers can teleport? The archangels, at least, can, but 'teleportation' isn't anywhere on the list of abilities from the others. It's worth a try."

Asariel has posed:
Asariel gives a headshake at the pamphlet that's offered, "Thank you though." she states. She had this information. She gives a look to the others that are talking about the plans and there is a nod to something said, agreeing with it.

Daniel Ketch has posed:
"Well... if they are not doing anything now," Daniel speaks quietly, "perhaps we should try to hunt down their leaders before the main host arrive; at these Seraph and Throne guys that seem very dangerous, and send them back to Heaven," he glances at Terry, "or to Mars, wherever it is more convenient."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon shakes his head. "Most of the leaders aren't /here/ yet. Hunting down the ones they /do/ have won't do much good; they have four /billion/ angels, including twelve more archangels coming. They have a plan, I know what it is, and I'll get to that... well, unless anyone has more questions?"

Kaida Connolly has posed:
Leaping from her perch on Terry's shoulder to a higher perch on Donna's head (sorry, Donna!) Kaida waves a tiny hand while hte other remains stationary and she leaps up a few times.

"Hey! Over here!" She lands on Donna's head and looks out, "You talk about how many angels they have and how many they might bring and what they are and all of that BUT!" She clears her throat and looks around before tilting her head.

"Are /THEY/ of one purpose?" She hmms and looks down at Donna briefly before looking to Blade briefly and then looking forward.

"I have noticed that those who complain the loudest about something have dealt with it. Often personally. You say that Michael wants to see humanity having a singular purpose or something like that. Do all the angels? Do they all have only one purpose? Are all of them behind Michael on this?"

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "Some of the angels are not," Jon says, with a smile. "Where do you think I got all of this information? There is dissension in Michael's ranks. Sowing further dissension might be a good idea--and one we should potentially discuss shortly."

    A pause, and then, "However... the lowest four tiers are essentially automatons, bound to Michael's will and Purpose. They cannot be swayed nor re-directed, so don't bother. They have no will, no soul as we understand it. When you get to Virtues and on up is when they start to get free will."

    A look around. "Anything else?"

Atrun Rai has posed:
    "Then why do we not annihilate them?" A question from Atrun-Rai. "They are machines, can we not remote them from the field and deny the enemy His weapons?"

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna lights up with a genuine smile at Kaida and not for her size and lively manner alone, "Bravo, Kaida. Not all of the Host agree. It's not monolithic. Some angels follow and swallow their disagreement."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon frowns at Atrun. "We're going to be moving to an offensive footing soon, but... you were there. They killed 48 of our people and walked off without a dent in their forces. I'm not saying we don't fight the angels, but sheer force /will not win this/. We simply cannot... what, fire a bomb that somehow kills all the angels without hitting any of our people? We tired that sort of thing and it didn't /work/. And besides--merely wiping out the lower tiers will not win this, it just delays Michael."

    He sighs. "But like I said--Michael has a plan, and if we disrupt that plan we have a chance to win. So... let me get to that."

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna grins up at the mouse on her head. She doesn't mind Kaida perching there. "Rather famously the archangels are not all of one purpose," she points out. "They have had pretty major bust-ups in the past. What we are dealing with right now is /Michael/'s purpose. The others are following him."

    She glances briefly in Zatanna's direction. "If we can find a way to persuade them not to swallow their disagreement -- it would not be a bad thing. He's the leader of the Host, but I suspect things would be a lot harder for him if he found his fellow Archangels more actively disputing his approach."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe gives a grim look over to Atrun-Rai's suggestion, and she taps her fingers lightly against her thighs a moment, a dark look passing over her features as she looks back up to Jon.

Kaida Connolly has posed:
A nod at that and she considers that for a moment before looking to the side. Kaida rubs her chin before looking back to Jon and settling down on Donna's head (she'll stick till she's swatted away). She rubs her chin lightly.

"If they follow and are doing it out of fear or are not wholly behind this, that means we don't have to win, necessarily. We just have to prove a point." Kaida shakes her head and then nods her head to Jon, settling back for a moment to let others talk.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Or find someone adept enough in psychological trickery to throw a golden apple into the midst of the Archangels and revive old feuds and, figuratively speaking, get them back to squabbling on who's the fairest of them all all over again," Vorpal glances at Donna.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara continues to just listen to the back and forth while sipping her coffee. Anyone how knows her at all know what her thoughts regarding all this are, but her thoughts aren't truly what mattered. Keeping the Witchblade in check against his desires is what mattered, and she was making him listen to all this.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon nods to Donna. "That's possible, and like I said... something we should discuss. I can already tell you, for certain, that some of the archangels are not on Michael's side--they've come to us and said as much. But I'd ask we table that discussion--because I know what we actually do need to do."

    A pause. "Alright. So. The grand plan. I know why Michael is in Manhattan, and why we need to fight. Michael is ticking off boxes from the Book of Revelation in the most, ahh... generous interpretation of the scriptures." Jon holds up a hand. "I do /not/ need commentary on that one way or another. That is what he's doing, and we /deal/ with it regardless of our opinion of Christianity."

    A sigh. "Manhattan, then, is Babylon... but Michael's plan is to use six sites of power to change the island into a surrogate New Isreal. Once he finds and secures the sites, he will funnel power into them and, when the time is right, activate them simultaneously to trigger the re-set of the universe."

    He looks around. "What /we/ need to do, therefore, is find the sites and hold them long enough for us to figure out how to stop Michael. I am told that information on how we are to do that will be coming to us through other means. For now, we need to focus on finding the sites and holding the angelic forces off from securing them."

    "There are six neighborhoods they are searching right now: Inwood, the Southern Financial District--this almost has to be the Battery--something in East Harlem, Morningside Heights, East Midtown, and Hell's Kitchen."

Kaida Connolly has posed:
A tiny hand on Donna's head shoots up and waves in the air, "Hey, over here!" Kaida calls out and waves her one good hand in the air, the other carefully wrapped in the sling and trying not to move as she jumps a little. When notice is taken, Kaida clears her throat and nods.

"I have heard a lot but has anyone thought about the homeless population? I want to make sure they are not forgotten in all of this. A lot of them notice a lot of things that others don't and a lot of them hear a lot of things others don't.

"They can be a lot of help to us but can also be in a /lot/ of danger. I can mobilize them if you give me time. If there's something happening in the streets of Gotham, New York, or Metropolis, they know it and often before anyone else. I know many of them and they have their own leaders. This is their planet, too, ya know." Kaida nods and puts a hand on her hip as she looks over to the others.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
The Cheshire cat nods at Kaida. "Good thought, Kaida. We can get you and the speedsters working on it. You have the contact, and they can cover territory quickly. Those who want to go, we'll help evac. Those who want to stay, we'll help as well."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon peers at the mouse again. Talking mouse-people is... not the strangest thing he's ever seen, but the mouse /does/ have good ideas. He nods. "I've been worried about them, actually. I know not all of them could or would respond to the evacuation. We've offered shelter to all we find, but I know a lot of them aren't going to trust badges with guns."

    A pause. "But... asking the homeless population to keep an eye out for where the angels are moving and potential... hmm... sites of power? I know some of them stayed because they care about their home as much as any of us, so if they're willing I'd appreciate the help."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Well. We've had some homeless people wandering into Grand Central looking for shelter - they were on the census I took after the battle," Cael points out. "I'm sure there's more out there. //It's New York,//" Cael remarks in a dry voice, still sitting on the floor with the dog half in her lap.
    "How do we find these six sites? How do we know them when we see them? We got theology experts sifting through Revelations with tweezers and a brush looking for the tiniest clues?" she asks, a frown on her lips.
    "We need some sort of plan - just walking around those neighborhoods with our thumbs up our bums... I mean. Sure, these homeless guys know their city, but how many of them know their Bible? Or know magic?" she asks in a dubious tone.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "Six, not seven?" Donna asks, eyes on Jon, after a few moments collecting her thoughts. "Is it possible it's actually seven, and Saint Pat's is the first of the seven? I'm asking because there's the whole thing of the seven seals. I'm far from being a biblical expert, but I read the thing just to make Cait happy. My main takeaway from the nonsense that is Revelations is that seven seals had to be opened. That might be an angle of attack for trying to figure this all out."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon shakes his head at Donna. "The layout of the neighborhoods is regular... it's either a heaxgon or a six-pointed star. My vote is for the latter. It's a symbolic layout... I'll need to go over it with Lydia, actually, she might be able to help us narrow that down."

    He looks to Cael. "Frankly? A lot of them might. People lose their homes for all sorts of reasons, not least of which includes the instability that comes with having magic. I nearly lost my home myself, when I first became Archivist." He frowns. "With millions of people, there's bound to be a few who are willing and able to help--and again, if nothing else, keep an eye on the angels. Michael overlooks things. He overlooked you, he'll likely overlook mortals who are quietly sitting in a corner."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
One of the many things we discussed among ourselves was the possibility of the churches being used as strongholds or points of power, which led us to try to understand how and why. Meggan produced a list of them that we thought to visit to understand more.

Would it help for you to see them? Give me a moment." The homo magi mutters under her breath, and a piece of paper pops into existence in the hand she holds out, ready for it. I'll pass it out if it helps.

" Now, I wonder if our idea of religious leaders asking their congregations to pray for the universe and humanity will help. I am willing to do anything that you think necessary, Jon."

Donna Troy has posed:
    "That makes it easier," Troia answers Jon. "We don't need to actually find them all. Two or ideally three and the rest can be found with geometry."

    She exchanges glances with Vorpal, then looks around again. "The problem Jon raises about the Places of Power... this seems like a good point to discuss some things the Titans are working on. Those are places we will have to not just locate, but hold and deny the angels access to."

    "The Daily Planet interview has highlighted an interesting fact about the angels. Different people view them differently. People watching the video argue about what Michael looks like. This raises an interesting possibility."

    She pauses briefly, to raise anticipation -- it's obvious she's quite used to public speaking. "This may be something that happens purely in our minds. But it may also be that our perceptions have some effect on the angels themselves. That they not only look to us individually according to our expectations, but that our expectations to some degree shape them. There seems to be less variability when a group of people see an angel together, so perhaps they have a default appearance when there are mixed perceptions, or perhaps there is some kind of averaging effect in the perceptions of witnesses that does actually determine their form."

Troia leans back a little, smiling a faintly wry smile. "This raises the possibility that we may, to borrow an expression from Ghostbusters, be able to 'choose the form of the destructor.' This is going to take some experimentation to determine, and I'd ask anyone who thinks they can contribute to that to contact me afterwards to help out with what I'm calling 'Project Gozer'. If, by manipulating who's percieving an angel at a given time, we can cause one to change form, we have a potential weapon.

    "We can't easily change what people instinctively believe, but artificial intelligence technology has taken great strides recently. And a synthetic or virtual intelligence can be programmed to believe exactly what we wish it to believe, utterly and unquestioningly, regardless of any evidence to the contrary. It may be possible to use overwhelming belief from VIs to create no-go zones for angels, where the belief of those VIs forces them into a harmless form if they get too close. Combined with magical warding, this could be a solution for stopping the angels getting to the Sites of Power."

    "Troia grins a little. "It goes without saying that we should avoid the Staypuft marshmallow man as the Form of the Destructor. I have suggested LEGO bricks, which while not harmless are easily defeated by not going around barefoot."

    "We have another approach we're exploring to disabling angels, which is based on our observations of the effect angels have on Vorpal. I'll leave that to him to explain, but in advance I'll note that if it works it's something they could probably ward against and therefore would probably be a one-shot weapon to use when the time is right." She turns towards Vorpal to let him elaborate.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Vorpal stands up and, like a Meowth to Donna's Jessie, he picks up where she left off. "So, as a creature of chaos, an excess of holiness and order makes me absolutely giddy-drunk. Earlier this summer I had a huge hole blasted through my gut and I needed Phoebe's healing touch," he grins at Phoebe. "As a result of that, I tripped balls for at least two weeks. Lydia had to elaborate an amulet to keep me from Futterwacking out in the presence of the angels. So the /idea/ is that maybe the opposite, a sufficient source or chaos, may be enough to make angels trip balls, too."

"Troia's idea is to, essentially, translate the most thoroughly WTF passages from Alice In Wonderland into Enochian and then blast them at the angels to see if that will work. As she said, if it works it's bound to be a one-time thing as they will elaborate wards afterwards. But if it works... you'll have some drunk-ass angels being completely inefficient in the field for at least one battle."

He sits back down.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon looks to Zatanna. "I... will ask whether prayers will hurt or help. But a list of churches is very useful, we can compare it to the neighborhood list, that might narrow it down." He takes the list and looks it over, listening to Donna and Terry as he does.

    "Project Gozer," he mutters under his breath. "Good /lord/." A huffed out breath. "But? A useful plan, yes. Disable them, keep them out of an area for as long as possible. If nothing else, it might keep them from Grand Central."

    But after a moment, he adds, "Actually... I have the translation you were looking for. Asariel Basotini was kind enough to provide. I'd intended to try it out when the time is right. What do you think is the best use?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Yeah, but then- doesn't the same apply to Michael, too?" Cael asks in a dry voice. "Or do you think angels incapable of basic math?"
    She considers the question of believe with a thoughtful frown. "...if we believe them to be ants, can I pour the boiling water?" she mutters under her breath.
    It isn't particularly meant to be heard - but both does the thought give her some satisfaction. She doesn't offer any helpful elaborations on the idea, though. Matters of belief, and AIs, well. They just aren't her forte.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "The best use is the biggest battle, the time where we most need to even the odds," Troia replies to Jon. "We hold onto it until we feel we really need it. Could be tested against a lone angel if we have the chance, but we should be careful not to blow the likely one chance to use it."

    Cael gets a brief shrug. "I'm sure angels know geometry very well. But we've got a million and a half refugees to deal with, rampant crime in neighboring cities people have been resettled, supply issues and so on. The more time we can spare helping with that and the less time needed scouring Manhattan's streets for clues, the better. Time is more precious to us than it is to them."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna is close to bouncing in her seat at the ideas pouring from Donna and Vorpal. "Donna, I will gladly test illusions with you, if that helps. We, she looks at Phoebe and Atrun can create illusions using projective wards."

She holds up a finger, "I have a new apprentice who uses pure Chaos like the rest of us use Cosmic Power. I can send her to you, Charlie Gage. She's out of Gotham and allied with Batman so you might know her."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara continues to listen to the plans and ideas, 'Project Dozer' gets a small chuckle out of her but she actually understands the premise and is pondering to herself if it would work. For her personally, perception of the angels is based entirely on Witchblade, what he knows them to be, what he can 'see' they are.

"I don't know where I can help over all, or where best I could offer my or Witchblade's abilities," she says plainly, looking around the room. "That said, if anyone thinks I can assist in what they're doing, don't hesitate to ask. I'm willing to test illusions, search Manhattan for stragglers, stand guard over a church... where ever I'm needed, I'll be there."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon listens to all over this, thoughtfully. "The biggest battle... right, that'll work. I think... I think we'll ask around for volunteers to test this out. The rest of this will need to wait, I think, because we only have half the information we need. Whatever /we're/ supposed to be doing... well..." He smiles. "That's not part of my role, evidently. That's on someone else."

    He looks around. "Speaking of... Phoebe, you had an idea, I think? About how to, ahh... potentially battle angels?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe hops off from where she was perched on the back of the couch, and steps forward, drawing a box out from the side. "So, I had this idea the other night. I've pretty much not slept much working it over, so please forgive me if it's a bit odd-sounding..." she pauses, and clears her throat.

    Phoebe stands up, and she sets down a holographic projector. Apparently, she's been busy -- or it's a readout from someone's domino during the fight on Batman, Red Robin, Sara, Johnny and Zatanna's side. It might be Balm's readouts.

    "So, I'm not sure about the angels from St. Patricks, but I'm not sure if the angels we fought in the streets on our side did'return to heaven'. In some cases, their bodies if not oblitterated were able to be restored and rise. Others who had been burned or cut down were restored and returned to battle." Phoebe comments, "So if there's a game they're playing, the rank and file might not be part of the same rule system we are. Or at least, when facing against Johnny, Sara, Zee, and the others from Gotham, we had a separate board and set of rules." Phoebe replies. She then leans forward and draws out the holographic display. Several of the readouts have been pixelated to hide the information.

    And then she changes it. Circles begin to trace in the air. "I beleive it is possible to capture the essence to stop them from returning and being reused. This may be handy in a long-term setting not only for storage of energy without having to destroy them using null magic -- a bit like using a ghost trap, to borrow from The Titan's thematic." Phoebe gives a grin to Donna, Terry and Kaida, and turns back to the group. "These circles are energy-traps -- modified devil traps. With the research I was doing before -- and I could have either Constantine, Zatanna or Lydia double check my work, some of these are lifted from Mysticism from around the world and altered for these purposes. Basically as one of the rank-and-file angels perishes--"

    A clip-art cupid makes its way onto the hologram, and then smooshed by a clip-art Ghost Rider a'la Monty Python with a SPLAT sound effect and arises as golden bubbles

    "-- their energy is released, and then trapped by these 'power-sinks'. The circles can then be used to transmit the energy, kind of like a Qi charger for your phone, but over a short distance -- using scaled down models and a candle, I've measured that for every foot of circle, there can be a foot of distance between its outer rim and a receiver. I've not tested chaining them yet -- I can't trust that I won't accidentally set something in Grand Central on fire, so the receiver has to be close --" she holds her hands about a foot apart "-- if not the cause of the damage. So. I have a prospective place to get in and test. I'm going to need some combat folks who can move quick. With my aura tatoo I can ostensibly block myself out from senses to do the primary circle work. I know my summoned fire can wreck some havok with the lesser angels, so if I put incindiary circles around an area, or cause a cave-in on top of an area worked over with the transmit circles -- the angels energy is captured, and then held in a receiptive place."

    At that, Phoebe taps her fingers.

    "The problem is finding a suitable vessel with enough will to hold a bunch of rank and file angels within them where the energy is not incongruous with the rest of their body."

    She looks around at the group "It would require either tattooing, scarring, or branding the holding symbols onto the body to have the transmitting circles send the energy to them. I believe I'm probably the best candidate for it since I'm... Michael said our Lights were similar, just from different times. So, in short, circles stop the energy, we can effectively hold energy away from Heaven."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Wait," Cael says in a slow, dubious sounding tone. "You want to kill angels, capture their energy, and then... store it //inside people//?" she asks. "Did I misunderstand something? Is that as fucking crazy as it sounds because- I mean, it sounds fucking nuts," she remarks, looking around the room to see how the others react to the idea.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon notes, "I can clear one thing up--what happened to the dead angels during our fight was /specifically/ tied to Michael's destruction. It takes about 40 minutes for their essence to unravel and return to Heaven, and if there /is/ such a 'Holy Nuke' from the destruction of an archangel's body during that time, it can revive and restore them. Other than that, the angelic forces have no other way to revive them."

    He frowns thoughtfully. "That being said... does this destroy the angelic energy? Or just store it for later use?"

    He frowns, briefly, at Cael. "It's not the same," he says softly. "It's... the lower ranks don't have a will to bind you to, Cael."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara leans forward, resting elbows on her knees as she listens to Phoebe's idea, and to Witchblade's thoughts on it.

"Not only can I help dispatch the angels you're referring to Phoebe, but Witchblade could contain them, and he's more than willing to offer himself to that purpose, and thus I am willing."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Instead of it being stored in a person," Vorpal asks, "Could it be funneled through an unholy relic or something positively unholy enough to taint the energy for a little while, so they get the energy back but... you know." He clears his throat, "Like sending troops to poop upriver from the enemy camp's water reservoir."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
"I have no problem with the idea. It sounds brilliant, Phoebe." Zatanna glowers like a school marm and points a finger at the young magician. "But you being the receptacle got a big no from me. Could we channel the energy someplace else?"

Atrun Rai has posed:
    "You could direct it into the void," Atrun-Rai offers. "Where it would be absorbed and obliterated."

Donna Troy has posed:
    Troia gives a slow, thoughtful nod to Phoebe. "That's an ingenious idea, Balm. But I have two observations. One is that if this is just about stopping them from respawning..." Blame Victor Stone for introducing Amazons to video games. "There's little advantage to using this on the rank-and-file if they have billions to call upon. I suggest it would be more useful to find a sufficient vessel to use this against their leaders and tacticians below archangel rank."

    "Second point. If this isn't reversible, if they can't be released at the end of all this..." Her eyes flicker momentarily towards Atrun-Rai. "I think it would be a mistake. Removing such energy from the universe -- isn't that going to make the other Archangels more likely to think Michael is right?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    "...I just don't trust it," Cael mutters under her breath. "Storing pieces of angels inside people started this mess." When the dog nudges at her again, she starts scritching at his neck 'to reassure him.' You know, rather than the other way around. "This whole idea- It doesn't sit right with me."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
"May I suggest something else concerning churches? The talk of illusions prompts my thinking." Zatanna casts a glance at Donna and Vorpal and nods.

"Could we send the focal point churches away? Or disguise them and deprive the Angels from using them?"

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"That depends on what the significance of these places are. If it's the building as a symbol, we can do something. If it's the geographical location because of its placement in the star setting off some sort of arcane whatsoosit..." he waves his hands, "I can punch holes in reality, but I haven't learned how to actually twist space around and put places somewhere else like my... dad... did in Wonderland."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon nods to Donna. "We need to try it on something lower level and see what happens to the energy, I think. Because... because, look, the higher level ones, if they have will, then... then we're /killing/ them. And we need to think that through."

    He swallows, then says, firmly, "And before people start lecturing me on ruthlessness or how they won't give quarter or whatever else... damn it, people, this isn't /just/ about survival. And even if it is--what are we surviving /for/? A world in which we look at anything that threatens us and immediately move to killing? As a first, rather than a last resort? I just..."

    He looks down at his hands, and frowns. "Killing," he says, "is a surprisingly easy thing to do. I am a doctor. I know all too well how easy it is to snuff out a life. Trying /not/ to kill? Even when angry, even when terrified? Can be much, much harder. I think we should /try/ not to kill them unless we must. Particularly not when we can /remove/ them without destroying them utterly."

    A moment's pause, and then, to Zatanna, "I don't think it's that simple--if it were, what /we/ are meant to do wouldn't be something that's coming separately." He nods. "As Terry said. I think we need more information on that."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara smirks slightly as she asks, "Perhaps instead of destroying them, we store them as if we are putting them in jail... and when the battle is over, release them to return to heaven?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I have to try it on rank and file and make sure I can hold the energy -- no matter what it comes from -- before I try to assassinate anything more powerful than a --" she looks at the paper pamphlet that Jon had handed out "Power." she frowns, and rubs the back of her neck "My other option was Asariel, but I don't think she'd be..." Phoebe sits down a moment, retreiving the projector. "I would have to have a long talk with her about the possible rammifications, because no matter who's a holder, or who's holding a vessel if we managed to put it to an inanimate object, you're probably going to have a target painted on your back once they get wind of us holding these energies captive." Phoebe admits. And she looks to Cael. And she takes a deep breath.

    "I'm not Chas. And I'm not without my defenses. The whole reason I was using myself is because I have The Light, and I'm confident that I can enact my own Will while the energies are temporarily housed."

    "... and there is a reason that we could hold them. John -- the fake one -- was able to pull on my Light when fighting Nightmares. Zee is able to pull on me if needed."

    She looks around at the gathering, though her gaze lingers on Sara a moment, before she speaks up again "This is a war. Sandalphon warned me that we must be relentless and without mercy. What use is simply holding the churches if we can't defend them? All energy is eventually released regardless, and to them Time is nothing."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry's eyes suddenly widen. "... or we shrink them. Teeny. Tiny. Little angels. In jars. Troia, we really should talk to Nadia..." he taps his chin, "I mean... we could actually hold some of them captive that way."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "I know, Phoebe," Jon says softly. "I know. I'm willing to accept that if we must. I just..." He clenches his hands into fists. Shakes his head. Long, shuddering breath.

    "Do it," he says to Phoebe, finally looking up at her. "Try it out, figure out what it does. Do what you must. You are part of this Trinity now, and you and Zatanna can argue about... about whatever authority she has as your mentor. But you're right, and Sandalphon came to you for a reason."

    He unclenches his hands, to run them through his hair. "Great Mother, I /hate/ this," he mutters.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "If Sandalphon told you we must be without mercy, I suggest Sandalphon's an ass," Donna says to Phoebe. "We need to be the better side. How can you be The Light, if you will not show mercy to those you can destroy? And if all energy is released eventually, and you're going to use that as a justification... how can you claim Michael is wrong? That's /his/ argument, that he'll create a new universe and it's all the same. We /have/ to consider the individual entities, or we are denying our own cause."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara offers a nod to Phoebe when she looks her way, the offer still stands. Witchblade offering himself for something other than violence was a shock even to Sara, but he said it and so, the offer made. If Phoebe and Zatanna need a 'battery' to store that energy in, they have one.

"Offering mercy to the enemy is a hard concept for some," her eyes flicker over to Johnny for a moment, then return to looking between the others present. "Witchblade wants to destroy them all, ensure they never return to heaven, but he is /trying/ to understand the concept of mercy, of looking for other ways to deal with these angels. That's why he offered, he wants to be more than a weapon if he can, to do right by /all/ who live on this planet and in this universe."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Because we're not making people nail themselves to fucking crosses. Because we're not ending reality," Cael grits out at Donna without hesitation. "Do //not// compare us to Michael."
    She frowns at Phoebe as she adds, "The idea still makes me uneasy. I think it's gonna bite us in the ass. But maybe we'll be lucky - and it won't be all of us." Her gaze remains fixed on Phoebe for a long moment, before she abruptly looks down towards Bear.
    "But what the hell do I know? I have no magical talent."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"I think that the takeaway lesson is that you can't trust angels. How do we know that Sandalphon isn't batting secretly for Mikey Wikey and will go 'see? They're ruthless just like Mikey said! Hit the reset button!?" The cat shrugs, "I am more likely to trust the Mad Hatter than any of them at this point. I'm with Troia."

Daniel Ketch has posed:
Daniel has been keeping quiet after Jon's response about the real number of the angels. "Look, if there are four billion of them it doesn't matter if we kill a million, send them to Mars or put them in a magical blender and drink them like Kool-aid. It doesn't matter. Even if all the soldiers of the world come to New York to fight, they are still outnumbered one hundred to one."

He is going to get more coffee, because what else can he do? "But if they are after six specific places in New York. Maybe we should blow them up so they can't 'open the seals'. Alternatively, move those places to somewhere they can't go."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
"I hope you didn't think for a moment that I thought it a simple matter. They are not decks of cards to be thrown in the air to disappear in a puff of magic smoke. There is /a lot/ to be determined before we would consider it. Do we know how they function? Even where they are? I suspect but, don't know if they are connected to leylines integral to the well being of the world. So it might be like blowing ourselves up to spite our faces. I am spitballing, Jon."

"Like the Archivist, killing because we can does not place us, if you will forgive the comparison on the side of the angels. Getting them out of the way does appeal." She looks at Phoebe, appeal in her eyes. "I know your power and believe in it but not for storing angelic power. Please."

Atrun Rai has posed:
    "Don't forget," Atrun-Rai says from his place. "We did not choose this. It was thrust upon us." A nod to Donna and Terry. "But these two are also right. Let us not forget that they might be running their own game on us, as the saying goes. Aiming to sow dissent in our ranks. We must be very careful."

    Then he gestures to Zatanna. "I feel that we might consider Zatanna's idea further, Jonathan. She first suggested that people pray to Michael and express their desire to live, for reality to remain preserved. If he hears these things, and enough of the population of this planet is united, why might that not work? It is the surest, swiftest channel to his ear. If he's looking for unity..."

Donna Troy has posed:
    "To kill even a single person is to end /their/ reality," Donna says to Cael. "It should only ever be the final resort. To end not just their life, but their soul, their energy, their everything... is incomparably worse. It is destroying a part of reality that can never be a life again, can never be meaningful again."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Because Sandalphon was sent by Chas. Sent by my *Dad*. He fixed spellwork that I'd done in haste to try and contain my emotions. Because I'm not resetting Existence, I'm capturing angels so that we have a *chance*. If the spell works, and we can get to a point where we can start holding Thrones captive, think about what could be done with that amount of energy, even if we were to tap it just for defenses against them. And *you*..." Phoebe points to Cael without looking." and she turns to the dog-holding woman, and she gives a gentle smile. "You suffered for the first hand knowledge you have of what it's like to have them in your head. You know, and I value your voice."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "Stop!" Jon says, putting up his hands. He glares at Daniel. "Blow them up? Blow up parts of New York? When we can /defend/ them? Christ, what is /wrong/ with you? No! Not except as the last fucking resort! And if you can't handle that, if your /first/ go-to is to kill? Then get the /hell/ off Gaea's team, because I /know/ that's not what She wants!"

    He takes a long, deep breath. "Sorry. I... sorry. I just... I just..." He stares around at Cael, blinks. Oh. He swallows, and closes his eyes. Clearly trying to pull himself together.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
The Cheshire cat ponders something. "I just want to add one more suggestion to consider, concerning the special places we must find and defend. On your point, Zatanna... there is a type of fairy magic that is meant to mis-direct, confuse roads and paths, make it so that you set off towards one place but end up going in the opposite direction. It's very old magic, but if you know any fae, we could collaborate with them. Once we find these special places, maybe you could weave misdirection around them. It won't stop the angels from getting there, but it will delay them- they will have to unravel the magic, untie the knot, before they can get in."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "If I were to choose being chained to a cross for eternity - or simple oblivion - I know which I would rather," Cael answers Donna without looking up. "Don't compare us to Michael. You don't understand what he is."
    Her hands tighten in Bear's fur for a moment, glancing up towards Jon as he seems to lose his cool - the pair's eyes meeting for a moment, before she looks down again without any further comment.

Daniel Ketch has posed:
"Hey, I didn't mean to kill anyone," grumbles Daniel, "just destroy the buildings, or whatever they are, that the angels need to open the seals, just things..." he frowns, "unless they are looking for people, not just pieces of the city."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Picking herself up, Sara walks over to where Cael is sitting and sits down beside her, coffee cup still in her hand. She doesn't say anything, she merely offers her presence. She knows why Cael says what she says, feels what she feels, but this wasn't the time or place to get into that in depth. For now she would just be there for her friend.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon takes a few deep breaths, and magic-workers might sense him /very/ carefully building defenses in his mind, to keep out the empathic overflow from high emotions.

    "Alright," he says after a moment, opening his eyes, his voice more even. "We don't /know/ what the angels want. Lest I repeat myself: we do not have all the information. We cannot /plan/ properly until we do. So, we will look into all of these ideas. And I would ask that we table /all/ of this, unless there is /truly/ something else that needs to be said? Because the Titans have some things to present, and it's getting late."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna eyes Vorpal with a tight smile, she nods once, deeply before saying, "I know two besides myself who can do that very thing. The queen of Faerie, Meggan, John  and Constantine.. That very well falls into illusion. I think we would enjoy doing that immensely." She rises from her place to pour herself a cup of tea.

Donna Troy has posed:
    Troia replies to Cael with a small nod of her head in acknowledgment of the woman's point. It's a concession to Cael's pain, not to her philosophy, but Troia doesn't want to over-tax Bear's abilities.

    She turns back to the group. "Yes. As Jon says... we have some intelligence from inside the angel's camp to share. This is more about... understanding what we are facing rather than specifically tactical, so if we are done with the tactical discussion for now? As you may know, Caitlin Fairchild is a member of the Titans, as well as Michael's champion. She is not the enemy. Mislead she may be, but as far as she is concerned she is doing what she has always done as a Titan -- trying to save people. Trying to save the world."

    "As far as Cait is concerned, she's still a Titan. And that includes logging missions." She taps the screen of her tablet, and Caitlin's voice can be heard coming out over the speakers.

    <<Well, it... kicked off. St. Michael called it. Every bit of it. He said they'd be coming, who would be there, and he said that they'd bring all the evil of Hell to Earth in order to stop us.>> Donna zips the recording forwards a bit. <<That's me, nonlethal sonic deterrents... uh oh, that cop lady is shooting some hell bullets at Michael... that wizard guy is a *jerk*, see how he just yeeted me.>> Another fast forwards. <<Guys, listen, just... leave Manhattan. The angels are going to secure the city against these kind of threats. The only people they're fighting are the ones who take up arms against them or who try and stop them from reaching the Faithful. Once people see what St. Michael's doing-- what we're doing-- they'll realize this is about helping humanity.>>

    Troia stops the playback. "There are thumb drives on the table over there with the full report, please do take one -- there's a small amount of information there about the tiers of angels jon mentioned, too."

    "We are dealing with people who genuinely believe that they are on the right side -- and anyone opposing them are the bad guys. And honestly, can you blame them?" Her eyes seek out Jon's, focusing on him with a distinct intensity. "The wider public is going to see angels on one side, and people consorting with demons and using hellish-looking magic on the other... what do you think they are going to conclude? So much for Zatanna's hope for 'unity of purpose'."

    She looks away from Jon again, to address the broader meeting again. "The magnitude of this problem is huge. The consequence of losing, unthinkable. And right now, because this is a /magical/ battle, you guys, the JLD, are leading the charge. The power of the enemy encourages us to look for any possible answer, any possible weapon. I am very doubtful this is a war we will win if we think like that. Not just because of the optics of the situation. I urge you all to consider the possibility that this is more than just a magical punch-up, and that the choices we make in how we approach this fight might have more fundamental consequences."

    "If this is ultimately a contest between the philosophies of Michael and of Gaia..." she pauses a moment, searching for words. "This... what happened in that first battle... is not the philosophy of Gaia, the Mother of Life. There's no such thing as winning a war at all costs. You may win the battle, but if you lose everything you were fighting for to do so, you lost the war."

Atrun Rai has posed:
    "This is why your friend was only 'yeeted' into space," Atrun-Rai replies, nodding. "I knew it would not harm her. Nor did I wish to when I could have, more likely than not, either killed her or horribly maimed her. Mercy must occur - but in the end, the battle is merely a required part of the scenario, not the solution. The angels, on the other hand, told us that trying to help the people who would kill us was foolish." So sayeth the agent of entropy. "They will not be merciful. Not without Mikha'el telling them to be. They certainly did not seem to understand any of the restraint that I applied the entire time before I was destroyed." He shakes his head. "It will be...a line. A fine line."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon quietly, slowly, gets up to grab a thumb drive. He sighs. "I have offered to give Terry an interview," he says quietly. "I don't know what else /I/ can do, personally, in terms of... optics." He looks at Donna, and deliberately pulls up his sleeve to bear a brown arm. "Sometimes, people only see an enemy. You can be a doctor. You can say the right words. You can be kind, and let them beat you, and if you have the wrong skin color? The wrong disability? Marry the wrong person? Use the wrong magic? They will /still/ tell you to 'get out' of the country you were born in. There is only so much responsibility that I am willing to take, for how people look at us."

    He looks around. "That being said? I am an agent of SHIELD. So is my husband, and he has been for over a decade. The standard-issue weapon I carry is non-lethal. We /capture/ some of our worst enemies. And those leading SHIELD? They came out of the most brutal war in humanity's history. They looked at the cruelty of the Third Reich, the cruelty of the trenches, the horrors of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and they said /no more/."

    A pause. "If we cannot keep that spirit, the spirit of those who saw the /worst/ humanity has to offer, and chose to create an organization to /defend/? Not to hurt, not for offense, but to work in the shadows, to do their best not to kill? If we cannot follow their example... then our generation will have failed the challenge to which we are being called. And that is why I am asking that we do our best not to kill, permanently, unless we /must/. Because it is the example we are given, by Superman and Captain America. The example of the Great Mother."

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael remains still for several long moments as Sara joins her - other than her hands running over Bear's fur as the dog quickly whines at her, and licks at her cheek. Eventually, she glances over at Sara, acknowledging the woman with a small nod, before she shifts her weight just enough that her arm presses against her roommate.
    As Caitlin's voice begins to play, however, Cael (if anything) get's //more// tense - her fingers tightening in Bear's fur. "Nonlethal sonic-!" she starts, but then cuts herself off abruptly, letting the rest of the video play - and letting Donna say her piece.
    She has nothing helpful to add - and, in fact, she's not entirely certains he believes the woman to be wrong - so she remains seated in silence, listening to the discussion as she concentrates on... simply breathing..

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Vorpal steeples his fingers and glances at Donna. "Don't kill if you can wound, don't wound if you can subdue, don't subdue if you can pacify, and don't raise your hand at all until you've first extended it."

And then he looks at Jon, and nods, "Yes. Interview this week. I have ideas. I need to approach... a few. But in private. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable. I'll be in touch about that."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara said her bit, explained Witchblade's thinking right now and how he was trying to accept more than violence. As for herself? She was both an NYPC detective and an agent of SHIELD. She doesn't want to kill unless she has to, unless there are no other options left, that was trained into her. Some times there were no other options, and killing was the only way to save herself and protect others, but if other ways were presented, she'd take them... which meant she would continue to keep Witchblade in check and making him see the whole picture, not just the part he wanted to see.

When Cael leans lightly against her, she offers the woman a nod, then looks between those who have offered their thoughts, beliefs and opinions. "I don't know Caitlin, or anything about her, but I'd prefer to think she's acting for what she believes in, even if we don't agree with it. Don't like it, would like to do something about it, but I'm sure she's thinking the same thing about all of us..." she glances slightly to Cael before looking back around the room. "Whatever the final answers are, keeping the angels out of these places, fending off the angels in combat, getting the entire world to pray," yeah she snorts at that. "We'll figure it out and do it."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna turns from the tea table, cup in hand, and directs her words at Donna. "Not all religions believe in angels. Nor do the ones who believe they are all good - witness Lucifer, fallen from grace. If the prayer is to save humanity, directed at the Creator who is behind Michael then it is not buying into angel's being on their side. I, unfortunately, am not convinced of its efficacy. I am certainly not a Christian being as pagan as they come. But a prayer for the good, for life is just that and is not voting for Michael, to my mind, Donna."

Cael Becker has posed:
    Little by little, she begins to relax, as does the dog's desperate attempts to crawl further into her lap, or lick at her face. Cael pulls out her phone then, staring at the screen for a while, before she starts typing something into it. She lowers it back into her lap a short time later, so she can continue petting the dog.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe pauses a moment, and then, shutting the holographic projector off, she reaches for her 'Promotion Cookies' curtesy of the best bakery in Westchester, and she goes to sit a respectful distance, on the floor, from Cael and Sara, and she offers them the tray of cookies.

    "I know it's probably pretty hard for you coming in and listening to it all. Thank you for coming, Cael. Cookie?" And she pats herself down a moment before she finds a couple of little chicken training treats. Izu won't mind sharing.

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna flashes a bright grin at Zatanna. "We Themyscirans are as pagan as they come, Zatanna," she says. "Gaia is the mother of our pantheon, and more -- she is the Mother Above All. She /is/ life. Michael may have built the universe, but without Gaia it's an empty shell. A prayer for life is not voting for Michael, it's voting for Gaia. Have no doubt where my vote lies. But that doesn't mean Michael is /bad/ -- just misguided. I think Terry did an excellent job of bringing that out in his interview. Michael, in his certainty, may have thought getting his word out there was what was happening, but instead Terry showed us the reasons Michael can be who he seems to be -- and still be wrong."

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
"Then, we think much a like, Lady and I'm glad for it," Zatanna replies solemnly.

"We will pray for life. That gives me heart as it will likely others. He is misguided and bent on ending this existence, truly. And we can be our best selves despite it."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
For a moment she eyes the cookies, but Sara passes on them with a polite, "No thank you, Phoebe."

In regards to the prayer and who to pray to and what to pray for, she's staying out of it. Any prayers she might offer go directly to Gaea, some may understand, some may not, but she wasn't going to get into it with others. Believe what you wish to believe, that's her thinking, even if she didn't agree with that belief.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon glances over to Cael and Phoebe, smiling slightly, though he rubs a finger along the thumb drive absently, fidgeting. He's certain he won't like what he sees.

    "I already swore to keep Caitlin alive," he says quietly. "And I remember the look on her face when I hit her with that entropy ray. She thought I was trying to kill her." He glances to Atrun. "It's worth considering, I think, whether our enemies know what we think they know."

    He looks around. "Anything else?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael's gaze lifts from the dog, to Phoebe - offering a nod of appreciation and acknowledgement. She accepts the piece offering, putting the cookie into her left hand, while her right hand holds out the dog treats for Bear. "You're a good boy," she murmurs to the dog, how inhales them eagerly, while thumping his tail on the floor. A smile ghosts across her features, and she leans forwards to hug the dog as she adds towards Phoebe. "I hope your idea works - really I do. But it makes me very uneasy."
    That said,, she straightens again to nibble at the cookie she was offered, while scratching at Bear with her other hand.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"I do have one last little tidbit to add..." The Cheshire cat nods and stands up again. He clears his throat.

"So. I work at The Daily Planet. The public side of the interview with Michael didn't have anything you didn't know already. What wasn't in it and which he kept out of the footage through trickery is that he told me the following:"

He counts on his fingers:

"One: God is, apparently, completely distant, uncaring and unfathomable, his mind is incomprehensible even to Michael and he doesn't do direct communication. Like the jerk rich dad in a bad Hallmark movie, he is apparently too busy and therefore delegates everything to subordinates in charge of raising his kids...er... creation. In our particular case, he tasked two entities to create our universe."

"Two: Michael was Thing One, in charge of creating all matter in the universe. Thing Two was Lucifer, in charge of taking that matter and making the individual components out of it."

"Three: Michael claims that the flaw, or fault, or glitch in the matrix was introduced by Lucifer and that's why he got kicked to the curb. All of this is incredibly Gnostic and this kind of makes Michael some sort of Demiurge, and Lucifer a... Semiurge? I'm a Cheshire Cat, not a Semiotician, Jim."

"Four: So after all of THAT time, Mikey apparently has decided to come and 'fix' the problem. Because he is a very /prompt/ boy. Why now instead of then? No clue, and I didn't get to ask him because he terminated the interview when I suggested that, since he couldn't get direct orders from God, he had no way of knowing for sure that his judgement on this was right and that therefore he might be falling into the sin of hubris and hello Lucifer 2.0." He smirks a little, "Long story short (too late), Heaven must lack a QA department. Anyways... that is all I have to report."

He proceeds to sit down.

Atrun Rai has posed:
    "They might require a better demonstration," replies Atrun-Rai. "A suitably symbolic show of force so that they understand what /could/ have been done. Perhaps. It is something to consider." He shrugs. "I will admit, I do not intend on dying again anytime soon, if I can help it. But demonstrations without harm I can indeed provide."

    He then looks to Terry and nods. "That is all correct," he affirms. "It is the same knowledge that we learned in my time, when still we in Atlantis talked to the gods and the Archangels as our tutors. The Presence is an engineer, not a parent. The Gnostic parallel is very much an apt one."

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    "Maybe you should keep him where he can't talk to his God," a voice comes. It belongs to Jubilee, still seated there in the back, not looking up, not standing up. She just continues to keep her face shielded by her hair and her hood. This might be the first time she has said this whole night.

    "Maybe keep him away from his God so he continues to go off-center like that," she elaborates. "...It's basic fighting. Find what keeps your enemy in control and take it away." Gone is the bravada, jokiness, and otherwise silliness that normally follows this girl.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe looks up from where she's sat on the floor near Cael, Bear and Sara, and she gets a far off look as if she's doing the calculations to make up for power size.

    "... maybe if I can arrange a circle the size of Iowa?"

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    "He called you White Bishop," Jon muses. "That... rather implies that /we/ made the first move, doesn't it?" A pause, thoughtful. "Chas summoned an angel... pawn to d4? Queen's pawn, obviously." He worries at his lip. "Except that Gaea seemed /surprised/, so why...? Did She not /realize/ She'd made the move...?"

    He shakes his head, visibly waves off that train of thought, looks to Jubilee. "We cannot cut Michael off from the Presence all that easily. The Presence is above /all/ else in the universe, like it or not--and I will note I for one do not like it. Michael /created/ this universe--just this one, not all of them. Granted the power, of course, but... still."

    He frowns more deeply. "/I/ am Gaea's Champion in this... which implies, in the end, that the winning move will be something..." A pause. "I am working on what to do, to stop Michael for good. I have ideas, and I welcome more. But I point this out, not to... to puff myself up, but to point people to a truth--/I/ was chosen to be the Champion, which implies the ultimate answer is something /I/ can do, presumably. Even should someone decide to break the rules, and do it themselves? It still has to be something in /my/ wheelhouse. So... not a giant ritual circle."

    He blinks. "Oh! You know what? We should find out who else might have wound up in this role. If we can figure out what we all have in common... that might point to the answer."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"... he did call me white bishop. This will be terribly upsetting to some people if I ever go back to Looking-Glass Land," Terry muses into his fingers. "Heck. It's bound to be /very/ upsetting for Sister Mary Francis who told me I was an irredeemable incorrigible reprobate. She only stopped because she ran out of adjectives."

Atrun Rai has posed:
    "All the same," says Atrun-Rai, "It is a good idea. Isolating him from guidance and power are absolutely ways to reduce his effectiveness in my estimation." A nod to Jubilee, whom he does not know. "Impressive."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon nods. "It's a good idea, if we can figure out /how/," he agrees. "But the trouble is... figuring out how, given all we know. It's worth thinking about, for certain."

    He lets out a long breath and stands, slapping his knees as he does so. "Well... thank you all for coming. I think we're done, though. If anyone needs me for anything, I'm at Grand Central, and I pop out to Westchester every morning in case you can't get there. Feel free to text me if you want." He lucks around, resisting the urge to say 'dismissed.' This is the JLD, after all, not SHIELD.

    So instead, "Ahh... be well on your way home. And good luck."

    Then, very deliberately, he walks over to wrap his arms around Cael right in front of everyone, and whisper something in her ear.

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael's breath catches in her throat - and she leans into Jon, her eyes closing. "Fuck off," she mutters in response to his quietly whispered words - but there's amusement in her tone, and no rancor or malice.
    She seems perfectly willing to stay where she is, though.

Johnny Blaze has posed:
Johnny keeps his attention on the group, in total silence. He listens, with very little to add. He looks at Jonathon a moment as he seems to rise up to his feet and clap his knees, announcing the dismissal of the meeting. But it was a good enough briefing.

His eyes briefly turn to Cael as she's embraced, and to others as they offer her comfort. He gives a soft nod, then, as people start to bow out and head their own separate ways, before JOhnny seems to tighten his arms. He looks as if he might have something to say, but instead keeps himself silence.

Best not to.

But he waits. He seems to smile a bit at Jon and Cael's embrace, however.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Vorpal nods and stands up, "Roger Wilco. Expect regular Shawarma deliveries for people at the station at 12pm and 5pm. Courtesy of the Daily Planet." Well, it will be, once he explains things to Lois. And Lois explains things to Perry. Ideally when Terry is NOT in the building.

The Cheshire glances at Cael and for a moment thinks abut approaching, but then decides to respect her space, and Jonathan was already comforting. He waves at everybody- Zatanna, Jubilee, Phoebe, Sara and... we'll be here all night, EVERYBODY. Then he waves an arm and a Rabbit Hole appears.

"Titan express, next stop Metropolis, but I can also drop anyone off anywhere they want to, up to and including Bermuda if someone needs an hour or two of relaxation before going back to the fray."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
When Jon leans down to hug Cael, Sara gets a rather goofy grin on her face and wiggles her brows. She wants to say something, I mean she's right there by Cael and the hug is in her face, but she bites her tongue... for now. Cael's had a rough night, Jon's had a rough night, no need to add embarrassment to it.

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon laughs softly and ruffles Cael's hair as he straightens. "Yes, yes, I know, I'm the /worst/," he murmurs. He turns to look at Terry, nodding. "We look forward to it. It's helping keep up morale, I know that much. You know how we love our shawarma."

    He pulls away from Cael a bit to look to Johnny. "Did you have a question...?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe hops up from her place at the floor, putting the cookies out of Bear's obvious reach, and she takes a breath, and looks to Zee. "Sorry I kinda... out of the blue with that one." she states, rubbing the back of her head. "I've got a bit more research to do, and I'm expected back for patrol." she explains softly.

    "I can /do this/, Zee. And if we get enough energy... we can fight on their level." Phoebe states with absolute confidence, and a manic look to her, but instead, she smiles, grabs herself a cup of coffee, and goes to make her exit. "Goodnight, all, Travel Safe."

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    If there's some larger reaction from Jubilee, it's not obvious. For better or for worse, she's shielding her face from the group, using her hair and the hoodie to keep her features out of sight. Still, somehow, she has the awareness to signal a thumbs-up in Atrun-Rai's direction. A glance to her watch, confirmed by zeroing in on someone else's, and parity-checked on a third. She'd have enough time to get back to Westchester without even having to worry about any close calls with sunrise.

    Jubilation stands from her seat and quietly moves to the door, making a point to walk in front of or behind anyone else going in that direction.

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna stands and gathers her things, careful not to dislodge the mouse perched on her head. "Don't forget the thumb drives guys. Jon, I'd like a word in private some time, if you can ever spare the time."

    She rests a hand on Terry's shoulder, standing by the Rabbit Hole. "Anyone who thinks they can help with Project Gozer, or if there are any supplies needed at the Station that the Titans can provide, contact me. Titans Tower is in the phone book, or you can ask any Titan or Jon to relay something to me. Good luck everyone. Gaia be with you."

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon nods to Donna. "Soon as I've watched the thumb drive, Troia. I'll give you a ring."

Johnny Blaze has posed:
Johnny hums a little bit. "No questions. Just ideas. There's....a thing I might be able to do. Two things, actually."

Johnny mentions as he looks to Jon. "One of them is I can send out something like a 'mystic signal'. I'm not the only Ghost Rider. There's generations of them. Some are trapped in other dimensions, others are here on earth, most of them are in Hell or stuck in Heaven somewhere. If we need an army, or some extra muscle...I can knock."

He lifts up a second finger. "Second Idea...and potentially a worse one, if we need to take Michael out of the fight, I can attempt to stall him. Namely, remove him from this plane of existence entirely. Considering how he can probably move through dimensions, since he created dimensiosn to begin with, it's probably not going to stall him for long unless I find a way to bind him...which I might be able to figure out, but again, nothing permanent or solid."

He shrugs. "All horrible ideas, really. No questions.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Oh, let's try binding Michael again. It worked so well last time," Cael mutters as she straightens her hair - but without any ire aimed at Johnny, it seems.
    That, at least, is a... 'good thing'?
    Rubbing at the dog in front of her she murmurs, "Should we go for a walk, Bear? Hrm? Yeah, you like that idea?"

Jonathan Sims has posed:
    Jon frowns thoughtfully. "He didn't create dimensions--our universe is not the only one in existence. But..." He runs a hand through his hair. "Ideas, yes. Ideas. Cael has a point, but... it's good to know, and I'll keep it in mind. I'm not... I'm not ruling anything out, it's just..."

    He stares down at the thumb drive in his hand for a moment. Shakes himself. "For now, I'll get you in touch with people at Grand Central, about helping with the militia. I will... make note of those ideas, for our tactical discussions."

    Then he goes to follow Donna and Terry through the Rabbit Hole, to head to Titans Tower with them.