<div class="floatright">(http://i814.photobucket.com/albums/zz64/kumiho333/Pretty%20Gals/fanbingbing11.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">________________________♥____ <strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: papyrus;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Izuriel, the Lady Seraphim</span></span></em></strong></div><br/><div style="text-align: right;">_______________♥____<em><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Location:</span></span>Sitting with Nick and standing by the ambulance with Sam</strong></em></div><br/>"Whatever.  It has it's good points, not feeling the beautiful passion of two souls joining, she said, her attention focused on her silver domed dish.  He had done it again, made her feel guilty and defensive all at once.  She thanked the garcon and lifted the the lid, the steam and aroma of her Veal Souffle making her mouth water.  She picked up her fork, and poked at it, wondering if it would fall.  She ate a forkful, making little happy noises.  it was deliciously....bland but good for Gilead.  Only the baked goods of her little shop could compare to what Earthside had.<br/><br/>She was ever thoughtful, her mind entirely on what Nick had spoken of.  It seemed like a good idea on the surface but it would never work.  The exercise of this endeavor was to gather an army, not play overseers of the city.  She put down her fork and put her elbows on the table.  She rested her chin in her hand and looked at Nick for a very long time, tilting her head this way and that as if she could get THE answer by looking in his eyes.  She couldn't.  They were as unrevealing as her own.<br/><br/>"No," she said, as simple as that.  "We cannot divide the city.  As much as I would like to put this tired business behind me, it is not something I want to consider.  It wouldn't be....fun.  Besides, did you not<em>feel</em>it.  Something big is coming.  I don't know what but we should be ready.<br/><br/>Her eyes flicked to the side as if she saw something and she frowned, her eyes darkened and for a moment it was as if she were somewhere else and then she smiled, her face lighting up.  "We would do better to keep as we are or up the ante."<br/><br/>_________________<br/><br/>Izuriel, Lady of Gilead had felt it, known it and now she was here.  She stood beside the ambulance, her eyes on the girl's face.  She began to glow softly, her Angelic visage, her wings, of gray and black ruffling.  No one could see her and she made herself known only to the girl who's name was Sam.<br/><br/>"Exactly," she said, answering the question, Sam had spoken to no one.  "You have such a wondrous gift.  You really should use it for the good of all.  There are things...limitless possibilities.  I can help you.  You....you can help me."<br/><br/>She smiled, a upturn of her lips that seemed to have a light all of its own.  The girl had the gift of healing and if Izuriel knew anything, that was rare and very useful.  She could not allow this girl to fall to to Nick and his merry band of Infernals.  She looked up and for the second time this night, she frowned.  Coming closer was Vorianne.  Her nose wrinkled as she smelled chaos and punishment, the heady elixir of Justice dealt.  Ah, but they would have a little chat about that later, now, she had bigger fish to catch.<br/><br/>"Come, Sam.  You have more to do this night," she spoke in a commanding way but soft and encouraging.  Vorianne held a body that needed help, infernal or not.<br/>