Lifting the mirror one last time, he vaguely takes note that the job the little angel is doing is nearly finished, instead looking to those increasingly dark wings before wrapping the glass up and tucking it away into a deep pocket. “I need sound. I think. . .I think Gabriel would be able to help. He likes humans, and he's the one who makes the mirrors, but. . . .I'm. . Not suppose to. . .” He goes over his options as he leaves his office, locking the door and putting up the sign that he's gone for the day. His musing go internal, not wanting to be overheard as he walks down the halls of God's palace. [i]'I think one of his interns would be good. I think Jezebel has been around long enough to know what she's doing, but still new enough not to question a request from someone not in her department. . .'[/i]

Strangely enough, heaven is run more like a giant business than anything else. True, there are civilians, but all angels are expected to eventually get a job for the betterment of heaven and God's will. All are content with this arrangement, however there has been more than one joke made about how the most holy of lands seems to be nothing more than a monumental corporation. The marble halls and plush red carpeting here and there, along with the walls and ceiling filled with opening big enough to be flown through definitely do not make one think of a downtown office building, but as Fenrir passes from the medical wing into the mail hall the hustle and bustle of angels rushing this way and that could definitely give that impression.

He does his best not to draw attention to himself. He may be an archangel, but seeing as he no longer takes to the field he is easily overlooked, and few recall the days he was a soldier. Heading down a slightly darker hall, the stone shifting from white to a dark blue, he slows down and is careful to keep an eye out for anyone who may question his presence. There is a reason for the dark stone, but Fenrir can not recall. [i]'Something to do with the magic necessary for view earth'[/i] he thinks with a sigh, stopping just inside and stepping out of the way of a young angel who seems to have somewhere very important to go. He lets his eyes adjust before trying to find his target. It does not take long, there not being many people in this part of the castle. 

The large dark chamber is filled with a soft music,t he walls covered with mirrors of varying size. From large enough o walk through to small enough to fit in the palm of your hand they glitter faintly every now and then. Behind the music there is a faint murmur of voices, and it doesn't take long for Fenrir to realize that most of the voices are coming from the mirrors themselves. Looking to the large vat in the middle of the room, filled with some sort of molten liquid used to make the mirrors, Fenrir spies the intern he was looking for. At his back one of the man sizes mirrors trembles, his proximity causing it to expect him to move through it to earth. For less than an instant he considers this, but thoughts of the wrath of God coming down on his head next makes him shudder and step away quickly.

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When at last they come to the final line Kuro motions for Aoba and Dicxson to stand off to the side so the beasts don't collide. He'd heard what the little angel had said, but kept himself from replying because it sounded like the boy was talking to himself. Dani drops down to stand next to his beast, patting it a few times before moving to dissolve the harness made by his little brother. Kuro notices this and calls out, “Hey, Little Mouse. Would you like me to get these few spots you missed or would you rather do it yourself.” Dani hears this and stops, looking to Aoba for the answer while his younger sibling finishes up the final row and begins moving over to the three of them, the plow held casually in one hand.