Sariel kept tabs on the four supplicants who'd left the cult recruiter's book store. The woman with the gems returned to a small run-down appartment that had been spared from the destruction. In the lower floor was an herb and gem shop. Above that was a small appartment.

 The gypsy left and returned home to her fortune teller's shop. Parked behind was a run-down camper.

 The two goth kids went each their seperate ways. The girl back home to a run-down appartment with no parents in sight and began taking care of her young sister, while the boy went home to two strict parents berating him for being out so late, hanging around with a "bad influence, and demanding that he apply himself for college.

 He ignored them and trudged up the stairs with head hung.

It was time for a fate weaving. Emotive anchoring was very important to causing an enrapturing. Half was power and the other half was the presentation!

For the dear healer, he had something special. A blessing on her garden, a lasting good berry bush, a true blessing to someone clever enough to use it. But more over a crystal rod with a continual flame now cast into its core. A small card sitting next to the bush detailing "Sariel, the God within the clouds"

The diviner granted a vision of the return of Sariel. A echo of Sariel touching down in New York central park. The threads of silk marking his passing.

For the young lady the morning would bring a lasting feast to fill her kitchen to bursting with lasting food and health. For her a passage, "It is through transformation, education, and evolution that weakness is turned to strength; granting power enough to protect and provide."

For the brilliant mind only teasing out his nature would really be a good bait. So Sariel sent his image to the boy in the middle of the night. Threads thick enough to be a mist as he gripped over the young mans mouth. "You want to experience a God? Speak with your fellows again." A nighttime dream no doubt, but a real but temporary transformation of the angelic aspects.

 While the others slept, the boy awoke with a start. He stared at his wings in awe, looking around the blackness as though it were clear as day. He gave his wings a few practice flaps and opened the window.

 To ensure that his flight experiment would be safe, he made a sheet rope just in case he fell before making his leap. When the wings supported his weight, he took to the skies and felt the wind on his face. Higher and higher he went just because he could until the air became cold and thin.

 However, before he could descend on his own, the spell wore out and he began a slow descent back to earth. It was several minutes before he landed, now in a strange part of town. Fortunately, he had landed in the reconstructed part of town and so approaching a synthetic netted him a safe drive back home where he climbed back into his room.

 He went to bed but there would be no sleep tonight, only the echoes in his mind to speak with his fellows again.

OOC: on hold till the day passes.