[h1]Loom: Midtown Swait District[/h1]
[i]Day 2, Evening, 2254[/i]
Roanne, Ian, and Zadkiel

Ah, the squabbling of children.

Well alright, to be fair they weren't [i]children[/i] children, but Jasper had seen more than his share of folks come and go and knew well enough that even the oldest of men couldn't understand the longest picture, let alone the youngest of angels who so acutely felt the injustice of the world and longed to fix it. Therein lay the true struggle between angels and demons--the eldest among both had learned long ago to be measured in their approach, to fight the war and not the battle. It was the resurgent youth on either side that kept up this conflict so adamantly and so viciously, their battleground increasingly visible along with their casualties.

Of course, that outlook was what got them all into this mess to begin with.

As his associates did the heavy lifting (literally), Jasper cocked his head and really [i]examined[/i] this well-meaning stranger who'd gotten into such a bickering match. Tall, dark haired, bearded, trained--he spoke of danger and training in equal measure, and if his retreat to muttering was any indication perhaps mental illness as well. Could he be treated, Jasper wondered, without rendering him less than what he was? He'd learned the hard way that most such fellows took issue to such questions, and so held his tongue on the matter and focused instead on Roanne as he helped her to her feet.

"We are all of us together in this fight for decency and dignity." Jasper reminded them only slightly sanctimoniously, bending to examine her side slightly before straightening with reasonably-well-restrained effort. "You fight your battle and he fights his. Alba, the van if you will." He added over his shoulder without looking for no apparent reason--the massive demon was already tossing the gangers unceremoniously in the back of the van, a rolled tarp the only thing there to catch them. If they weren't unconscious, they likely would have been quite a handful.

"If you'd like a ride back to the center, Roanne, you're certainly welcome." He offered as he made his way towards the muttering man in the alley, Rubra falling into step behind him like a shadow. As they drew near, she reached into a jacket pocket and handed a business card to the man mechanically--it listed [i]Dr. Jasper Dial, M.D., D.O.[/i], at the address of the BDT facility down town.

"As are you, should you or your colleagues have need of it. You're right, of course--I am Jegudiel, as your database no doubt indicates, and profanity aside I will be more than happy to take care of the cleanup. As for taking the fall, please direct anyone inquiring to speak with me--I've no doubt we will reach a reasonable agreement on the matter." He smiled and offered a hand, slipped from his pocket, though whether or not the man shook it he would turn to head back towards the van. "Speaking of, I'm afraid I've work to do. You've caught me somewhat in the middle of something. Do keep up the good work, however, it will take the both of you and then some active on the streets to keep our flock safe."
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