Where Angels Dare to Trod

[unfallen]

Islington is walking along the ship.  It is a steady pace.  But slow.  If people didn't know better, It would like like It was floating or gliding.  If you run, It will walk.  If you stop, It will continue Its pace.  Never changing, never pausing.  As if by walking, it can change something about this place.

It's garments seem to be made of light itself.  As It goes along, It is humming an ancient tune: The Lyke Wake Dirge (As sung by Benedict Cumberbatch)

And that's the interesting thing about this particular Angel: It seeks neither to offer help nor the counsel of others. It is simply walking.  Perhaps It is measuring the ship, perhaps It is weighing the integrity of the people gathered.  Whatever the reason, It continues on Its journey.  Simply walking....

Comments

[unfallen]

"I don't keep track of human names for things that I recognise at sight."

Not entirely honest. But not a lie either.

[ancientstalker]

"I think you'd notice if the city was relocated thousands of light-years away to another Galaxy."

Orlin sounds amused. This being still thought he was human. His assumption of this form must be that perfect.

[unfallen]

That is, of course, presuming the Angel cares what forms people take. It doesn't.

"Or perhaps we are seeing the same city from two different points of view."

[ancientstalker]

"I think that's near impossible, now."

That's said with certainty.

[unfallen]

It chuckles, amused.

"I am an angel. 'Impossible' defines me."

[ancientstalker]

"I'm sure it does."

He shifts, tapping a control on the console.

"Computer, Activate program Lantea One, authorisation: Orlin-2197 Kappa."

"Program complete. You may enter when ready."

He then starts disconnecting the crystal from the panel. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some work to do on the simulation when it's running."

[unfallen]

The Angel makes a gesture that the man should enter. It will continue on Its way.