Jay stretched.
"Okay. By now Father Robert must have calmed down a bit. If not, I'll look for this Sam guy, the leader of this movement, and the angel girl that saved Father Robert, too." - Said Jay.
"Right. I'll go interview some 'common' people for this, get their opinions and so on." - Said Lisa - "Hey, think we can eat something here when we're done sending it to the station, before we get back? I'm starving."
"Sure. On me. Consider it a gift for having to deal with Pastor Sleazeball." - Said Jay, smirking.
Making her way back to where Robert was, Jay was mildly surprised to see an angel talking to him. She was tall, well-built, and wore oddly combat-practical clothes. She was holding some sort of metal baton.
Jay aproached the two.
"Look, Robert, even assuming that a social debate like this would become violent, which it won't, it would still not be your fault, free will and all. Plus your god is the forgiving type, ain't he?" - Said the angel - "So, just relax. Spread your message."
Robert still wasn't in very good shape, but seemed to be better.
"Lucas, I don't want a backlash. People losing jobs over this would also hurt the comm... Ah. Miss Jay."
Jay nodded. "I'm back, yes, but no pressure." - She said amiably - I just wanted to know if you know one Sam Pitchford... I heard he was leading the movement. Also, is the angel who saved you in this barbecue?
Robert nodded. "I'm not yet ready. But you can find Mr. Pitchford near the music and sound section. He's... a large demon-changed. As for the angel who saved me..." - She gestured at Lucas.
"Hi." - Lucas smiled a smile that toed the line between polite and sarcastic. - "Looking for me?"
"Yep." - Said Jay, by now noticing that formality would go nowhere with the angel girl. - "Think you can do an interview?"
"Sure." - Said Lucas, shrugging. - "You guys can do more than one take, right? Suffice to say this whole thing with the fundies is... annoying me a bit."
"Sure." - Said Jay.
"Okay. Name's Lucas and I'm a translator from Brazil. If you have nothing else to ask, well, feel free to start us off."
"Okay. Three, two, one." - Jay went into 'professional' mode - "You were the angel that saved Father Robert from her attackers. How did it transpire?"
"Well" - Said Lucas - "I was eating at the Angel Cafe" - Lucas briefly explained what it was - "That's when I kinda felt I had to be somewhere, and so did Marina, who I'm pretty sure is out there. We came out at the belfry to see four hooded fundies carrying Robert towards a noose. Very 'Mississippi Burning', that scene, if ya ask me. So I dissuaded them, first trying to do it with words, then, when one of the fundies tried to stab her, by preventing him from doing so by holding my sword to his neck." - with that, Lucas lifted her baton, as if showing her sword.
Jay blinked, looking at the baton. "Your sword?"
Lucas smiled and willed the baton back into a sword. "My sword." - As it changed. - "Anyways. So, we basically got the police to arrest them and all was well, except for the fact that I felt like I walked into Alabama, circa 1960. And now I'm helping with the security here."
"The Purifiers disavow the actions of those people. Are you aware of that?"
"Now I am. It makes no difference. First of all, because, when you yell and scream about how the enemy du jour will attack 'us all', you don't get to be surprised when some moron believes it. Second of all, because these idiots got their ideas somewhere, and I really don't think they were just sitting around one night watching Birth Of A Nation and taking notes. 'Kay? You don't get as far as they got without some structure behind it. Likewise, you don't protest against the right of someone to exist without wanting to make them cease to do so. It's disingenuous to disavow actions one actually supports."
"You think they really support this?"
"I do. And if they don't, where does it stop? What is it that they don't want people to do based solely on their looks? What, pray tell, do the devil-changed have to do, or to abstain from doing, not to offend their precious little sensitivities? This is ridiculous. It's preposterous, it's idiotic. It's not even funny. That we are even having this conversation is beyond the pale. We have people trying to deny other people basic civil rights for NOTHING! It would be laughable were it not friggin' REAL!"
"Er... I see." - Jay was a bit taken aback by how caustic the angel was, but did think this interview could be used, hopefully without turning this into an actual powder keg - "And the angels are getting together with the demon-changed as well, right?"
"Yes. First of all, because we don't want to be treated as if we were actual angels. We are human beings and so are the devil-changed. And so is every single person transformed by the sun. Second of all, because some people apparently need 'angels' to teach them that it's wrong to attack other people based on looks. So, I'm here." - Lucas turned to the camera - "People. It is wrong to judge and attack others based on looks. There, an angel said it. If you could kindly stop trying to tear this community apart with your bigotry now, I, as the angel you folks think I am, would be mighty grateful. Oooookay? Oooookay!"
"Right. Thank you, Mr. Lucas." - Jay ended the interview.
"Welcome." - Said Lucas - "Now. I don't know how much my take on this helped, but I do know someone that might actually make a better sale on our points than a pissed-off angel of vengeance." - Lucas turned to Robert - "Father Robert, shall we get them to Father Maxwell?"
"You know of him?" - Said Robert, a bit relieved that Lucas was taking this one step - "I think it would be a good idea."
"Splendid. Follow us." - Lucas motioned to the fox girl.
Jay smirked. "Lucas, that last line... Misato Katsuragi, right?"
Lucas smiled. "So nice to find an otaku around! Yep I did. Say. Will my interview be useful?"
"Was a bit on the hot side, but I think it will do. You didn't threaten anyone or anything. If not all of it, I think at least some of it..." - Said Jay.
