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Lydia Dietrich	It's rather late at night when most people would be asleep, and the only real movement is the occasional patrol of angels overhead. A large lone crow flies along the streets of the Upper West Side, darting in and out of alleyways as if it's looking for something. Soon enough, when it's sure that nobody is looking, its form transforms and resolves itself into a pale woman with motes of darkness floating all around her like snow made of ash. She's wrapped in a nearly floor length trenchcloak with a high neck and her brown deeply curly hair waterfalls down her shoulders. She stands there for a moment with her eyes closed, as if she's listening intently to something, before walking over towards one of the buildings. She pulls out a piece of chalk and makes a strange, squiggly mark on the side of the building, which then flashes in amber and disappears.
Jason Blood	Something is up, that much is clear. Jason Blood is walking the streets hoping to find some indication of just what it is, aside from an overall sense of wrongness. He does not catch sight of the transforming woman - she is far too careful for that. But chalk drawings on the side of buildings attracts the attention of one who has been casting spells for centuries, and certainly flashes from those drawings command closer study. Jason looks over the caster for a moment from his spot on the other side of the street, and for the moment continues along on his path. But his pace slows, so as to insure he does not pass by where she is /too/ quickly.
Lydia Dietrich	"You might as well come out and ask," Lydia says, calling out to Jason. Strange. Her back has been turned to him this whole time. "Though, to be honest, I won't tell you much." Turning around she looks at him with odd golden eyes. "What are you doing still in Manhattan? Are you one of Fairchild's followers?"
Jason Blood	"What the bloody blazes is going on here?" Clearly, Jason took her literally, as he starts to cross the street. "And no, I am not. I have not been a follower since..." His voice trails off, as if he were counting a long, long time. "Let us just say long enough that I do not think likely to take up anyone else's banners again." His voice is crisp, and sounds annoyed like many who speak with a British accent.
Lydia Dietrich	Lydia eyes Jason as he speaks, catching his scent, listening to his heartbeat. Satisfied with his answer, she says, "I'm looking for special locations." She pauses and her eyes go up to the sky checking for angel patrols. "I'm helping SHIELD fight the angels."
Jason Blood	This seems to somehow check out with Jason, and he nods slowly. "Got it. So at least someone is doing something about it." He glances upward, and then back to her. "Do you really think SHIELD is capable of repelling...whatever this?" he asks, pointing his fingers skyward. "Seems you need more people who know what you were just trying to do than anything else./"
Lydia Dietrich	Lydia gives him a confident grin. "SHIELD has an entire division dedicated to the supernatural," she says, "And they're working with some of the best experts in the field. It's a dire situation, though and we need all the help we can get. They're headquartered up in Grand Central Station if you want to volunteer."
Jason Blood	Jason Blood shrugs slightly. "They have yet to impress me, if we are speaking honestly. And some are not all, and I think you need all on this one." He considers for a moment, and ventures forth an introduction. "Jason Blood. I may not be the most versed on angels, but I am likely the foremost demonologist on the planet."
Lydia Dietrich	"Lydia Dietrich. A pleasure," she says, giving Jason a nod. "Like I said. They could use all the help they can get. Go to Grand Central Station, and ask for Jon Sims. He's in command. Tell him Lydia sent you."
Jason Blood	A quick nod from Jason. "Got it. Jon Sims. Grand Central." He glances at what Lydia was drawing, and then back to her. "You need any help here? If not, I will head over and see if my knowledge is of any use."
Lydia Dietrich	Lydia shakes her head. "I found what I was looking for, thanks. Jon's a good guy, you can trust him. If you're lucky he'll make you some of his own tea, since the station used Lipton. Have a good night, and be careful." Without preamble there's a slight rush of air and she's gone in a flurry of feathers.
Jason Blood	"It would be damn nice to find some good tea around here," mutters Jason, as he turns to head towards Grand Central Station...