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Asariel	The subsequent evac of Manhattan had started off a bit of a chain reaction around Asariel's place of business and home. The Thrones had after school programs for children and the last few had been shooed out to their parents safely, but a few would not be returning until some thing were figured out. Like if there was going to be overflow into other places. Which was fair. The white haired woman has cleaned down tables and put drying paintings on easels so that when students returned they could see their work freshly. She's wearing her hair down today with jeans, blue sweater and black boots. "Gio, what do you want to do for dinner?" she calls as she heads through the doors to the main gallery.
Jonathan Sims	Jonathan Sims is wearing a turtleneck under his jacket, deep green today, with brown slacks and heavy boots. He pulls off his hat as he enters the gallery and looks around. "Ahh... Ms. Basotini? Asariel?" He should have thought to send a message ahead but it's a busy day, and no wonder given everything going on.
Asariel	"I can order from that little Italian place that your mom liked and go pick it up if you'll need the alone time?" Giovanni offers towards Asariel when he realizes that she has a visitor. Asariel herself shuts the door to the rooms beyond the gallery and locks them for the night. She wasn't going back into the studio. She gives a look towards Jon, "Hello Jon." she waves to him. "Come on in. What can I do for you?" she asks him. Then back to Giovanni, "That sounds wonderful, thank you." she tells her bodyguard. He makes quick work of finding his jacket and going to play errand runner for a few.
Jonathan Sims	Jon watches Gio go, more to be sure prying ears are gone than anything, before he turns back to her. "For one thing... I wanted to check in and see how you're doing. This thing with Chas has to have hit you pretty hard." His tone and expression are both sympathetic, brown eyes full of concern.     He does pull his phone out of his pocket, though. There's more to the visit than just checking in, after all.
Asariel	Asariel watches Gio go and then she looks from the older man back to Jon. She slides her hands into her pockets and listens to him, "I'm fine." she tells him. "Feel's like I started dating Chas and a few days later he decided to go summon an Angel really." she sighs. "But he had daughters and things to be concerned with above all else. Geraldine is alright and doesn't know that her dad is currently a door. So thankfully we can keep her from ever learning that." she frowns. "How are you guys holding up?"she asks. Then her vivid gaze slides to the phone, "I'm guessing there's something people can't read?"
Jonathan Sims	Jon sighs. "I'm... worried about my friend. Worried about the universe. Worried about myself. But holding up, surprisingly enough." He smiles. "I got a glimpse of what Chas was thinking... you were part of his concern, too. I wouldn't..." He shakes his head. "I've known Chas off and on for... what, 15 years? Something like that. Well enough to know he cares about you."     Then he glances down at his phone and nods. "The Titans got a recording off the... 'asteroid' that's incoming. The vanguard of angels. 50,000 of them, evidently, broadcasting... this." He presses play on the recording--he has a top-of-the-line phone, issued by SHIELD, so yes it can play Enochian. It's singing of some kind, and magic resonates from the sound, glyphs hovering in the air around Jon and the phone.
Asariel	Asariel looks to Jon as he speaks and there's a bit of a sad smile, "I know he was thinking of everyone. I just...I don't know. At the end of things we're all going to play the what if game and it drives me crazy. It was already going to happen if swe listen to what the feathered fucks upstairs talk about." she grumbles out. "Either way, I'm going to try what I can to get him back to all of us and kick my families ass." she admits. The sound of the singing coming from the speakers is...weird to her. She listens and there is a darkness that settles over her features, "Holy is the glory of the father. Holy is his cause. Holy is the purpose he provided. Thus we act without pause." she translates without singing along. "It's a battle hymn." she frowns deeply. "It sounds like they've already won, or in their eyes because they were given reason to move. Their purpose is absolute and direct." she shakes her head. "It's bad news." she states with a bit of a green look settling in.
Jonathan Sims	Jon sighs. "Yes, I hear Michael is convinced he'll win. We'll just have to prove him wrong." He shuts off the recording; no need to keep playing the language of the angels, as beautiful as it sounds. "I'll send that along to Troia. She would rather we didn't fight them at all, but I'm not certain what choice we have."     A hesitation, then, "Actually, that reminds me... she brought up a couple of ideas, to try to use Enochian against them, but... I don't know if it would work? She brought up the story of the Golem, of changing the word on its head--she wondered if changing a couple of words of the song and sending it back might do something. And she suggested we translate Alice in Wonderland into Enochian and broadcast it at them--and before you laugh, one of the Titans, and a member of the Justice League Dark, is the Cheshire Cat. Wonderland is evidently a real place, and there's some kind of... evidently proximity to the angels, and the order they represent, makes him 'drunk' somehow? I think Troia was wondering if the chaos of Wonderland might affect the angels in a similar way. Give us an advantage, or forestall fighting at all."
Asariel	"Michael's a dick. Most of them are." Asariel frowns at that. She gives a nod to Jon, "They aren't really giving us a choice...as crazy as that sound." she points out. "I don't think we ever really had one." she breathes out before trying to relax. The quiestion of using Enochian against them makes her brow work curiously, "I'm unsure if it would work, but we could try and see if it did." she states. "It would be an interesting thing to see if it did work. If you need me to translate or record Alice in Wonderland I could do that for you all." she offers.
Jonathan Sims	Jon brightens. "Would you? I'd appreciate it... even just snippets, maybe? The... zaniest parts you can find. I'll ask Terry what might work best and send that along."     He sighs. "I'm sorry that you have to fight your family. But... the less /fighting/ we can do, the better. Troia pointed out we should avoid destroying the angels if we can and... I'd like to. Sending them home disoriented seems a better plan to me." A pause. "But we'll figure this out, one way or another."
Asariel	Asariel nods to that, "I'd be happy to, yes. I've got a copy of it upstairs." she smiles to that. "It's not any trouble to help with things, really." she tells him. Then she shakes her head and raises a hand to stop him gently, "While they are my family they want to destroy the place that houses everything that I have left and things that I love. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb...or celestial creation in this case." she chuckles. "I'm not really for killing, but if they give us little choice that is what has to be done." she states in a soft tone. Then she smiles, "We will figure it out...or we'll all be recreated." she nods to that.
Jonathan Sims	Jon swallows. "Not if I can help it," he says to that last. A kind of grim determination in his tone. There are contigency plans in the works.     He shakes himself and smiles as well as he can. "I'm glad to have your help. Do you need a copy of the recording? If not..." He rubs at the back of his neck. "I'm rushing about today I'm afraid. Trying to be sure everything's in place for what's coming. Keep me informed about the Wonderland translation?"
Asariel	Asariel gives a soft nod to that, "We're all going to do our bests to not let things happen." she tells him. "And I'd love to have a copy of the recording to go over and then I'll add it to the vaults below with the rest of the angel research." she tells him. "You've got a lot of ground to cover, Jon, don't feel like you've got to apologize for quick visits." she offers to him with a smile. "I'm keep you apprised of the Wonderland recording...actually when Gio gets back with food I'll eat real quick and start working on that tonight." she states.
Jonathan Sims	Jon nods and pulls out his phone again to send the Enochian recording to Asariel, neatly encrypted, along with the key. Then he smiles.     "Thank you again. So much. Keep in touch! I... need to go meet Captain Rogers about this whole business, however." He smiles. "Be well."