An establishment several solar systems outside of Helantri Deru, with an entire asteroid dedicated to its holdings. The main building is a crescent-shaped, sloped-roof science fiction writer's dream, sparkling in all sorts of elements and brightly lit on the outside. On the inside, the low, translucent blue and pink lighting, low couches, soft music and hard drinks give away the nature of the beast. Two satellite buildings here include an old style house of Burlesque and a raver's chamber, all clean and exquisitely well maintained.

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Helantri Deru

River Rose Archive I

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Felina and Spintrius appear in the main room of the place, though accompanied by a "yes, of course we were here a moment ago you just didn't see us" psychic suggestion. The construct feels and looks for the archangel vanguard, having nothing really to say to his general.

Spintrius is quiet as well, though far from complacent. There's a lot of dancing going on right now, and dust is raining from the heavens. Ale himself is sitting by the bar, a thoughtful expression on his face.

And Felina wanders over there, making sure that she's flanked by a certain guy whose life energy she has in her pocket. "Ale dear," she calls when they're close enough. "I have a present for you."

Ale looks up slowly, his face haggard and worn, but almost instantly catches himself and goes straight into military bearing. "Spintrius! Felina, where did you find him...?" His eyes are wide, and full of angelic fury.

"At Helantri Deru, actually. Stasiel was soon to have her pointy-things way with him. Nice enough lady, by the way." She reaches into her belt, and pulls out the little orb.

The vanguard angel shakes his head, slowly. "I'll have to take him to trial," he informs her, "and I hope his head rolls."

"I mentioned it to Stasiel, and I'll request it of you..." she looks up to Ale from the life-energy orb, which makes her senses tingle in a funky way. "If Mara and Ai are up to it and want to, I would very much like for him to personally explain to them why Moorn isn't here anymore. It may help them find some closure, I think."

Ale ponders this a moment, gazing at Spintrius with a hatred that seems much deeper than might be justified by what Felina knows. "Fine," he nods, "I can wait."

"Not now...they aren't ready, Mara isn't even awake." Felina shakes her head. "Book away. I can bring them to you, when the chance arises."

Ale glares, but sits anyway. "Loland," he growls, "drink. Felina, do you want something? Spintrius, you go to hell."

The former general is as silent as a statue.

Felina shakes her head. "I'm okay, thanks. I need to go check on the dumen lady Spintrius says he was working with to check for further danger to my charge. Would you like this, then?" She holds the energy bauble out to Ale.

"No," Ale shakes his head, "he wouldn't last two minutes if that was in my hands. I can handle him."

Felina nods, and returns it to her belt. "Right, then. Take care, I'll see you later." And she's gone for Korliss's Keep with the same kind of low level "no, not magic, your mistake" psychic trick she'd used upon appearing.