Ari is patrolling the streets of scenic Vancouver! Well, actually he's just going to visit Peter, but he's keeping an eye out for monsters along the way. It's a nice night, monsters like ruining that kind of thing. The streets are more or less deserted, it being 2:00 AM on a Tuesday. Ari whistles cheerfully.
"The skull takes the energy that lets the poltergeist exist on this realm, takes it out of the poltergeist, and turns it into energy that we can use. Technically it'd work on any ghost, but most ghosts are nice; poltergeists are the mean ones, who often kill people. The necromancer I took it from was using it to kill all the ghosts in the area. And people, but I got rid of that function entirely. Peter is a friend of mine and Ari's. He mostly uses ectomancy- that's magic that has to do ghosts- and he used to use necromancy too- that's death magic- but we stopped him when we found out, because it was affecting his personality. The skull is necromancy."
She sighs. "Magic is- tied to who you are. If you use too much of the wrong kind, it'll change who you are as it goes through. Very unpleasant. Peter became gloomy and depressed, he got much more violent, and he was starting to lose his respect for human life."
"It's not going through us, so it won't do nearly as much as Peter using necromancy for everything. And we're constantly doing other kinds of magic. It balances out. But Peter's sensitive to it, and it'd just be asking for trouble."
She tosses the skull into a closet. It lands in a pile of various unpleasant-looking implements, and Sally shuts the door.
A curly-haired man appears in the middle of the room. He spots Pen and grins. "There you are, little penguin."
"Gah! Attack? Who! Uh... gleh."
He crawls out to the living room to observe the proceedings.
"You got me," Micaiah says to his daughter. "What happened to your wings? Who are these lovely people?"
Look, ingot magic! The guy who just bumped his head is Ari and he found me when I wandered into the wrong world. And that's his roommate Sally. They're nice. Ari got a magical faerie who owed him a favor to hide my wings so they wouldn't get too much attention because this is an Earth and doesn't have any angels native. Did you bring a Jane gem?
"...She couldn't do that before I went to sleep," Ari mentions. "The glamor'll break if you put her in a circle of iron filings."
"Want your wings un-hidden, pentagram?" inquires Micaiah. "Look at you all ingoty and everything. Yeah, I brought a Janegem."
Erase erase swat. Yes please, it'd be weird to go home with nobody able to see them. I can see them just fine so it was easy to forget.
And at this juncture Jane puts the angel Isabella in the room too. She scoops Pen right up and reads the wall and tilts her head. "I can see your wings, treasure," she says.
Micaiah wiggles his fingers dramatically. Now everyone can see Pen's wings.
"Those certainly- those are certainly wings," notes Sally. (She elects to take a step back, because numerous things are happening at once and it's difficult to navigate and formulate her sentences properly. She will be sitting in a nice safe chair for a while.)
Pen squeezes her mommy, but then says, "Down," so she can reach the wall. When she has been put down, she again erases and swats. I had them before when we talked with the mirror, remember? Anyway, this is my mommy, the archangel-elect and the leader of the host at the Eyrie, Isabella, and my daddy, future angelico, Micaiah.
"Uh, good to meet you- ma'am? Your majesty? Mrs. President? I promise that I have been taking good care of your daughter and not teaching her various swears."
"If you want to be formal, it's 'Angela'. If you want to distinguish me from my alts it is also Angela. If neither concern is operative, Isabella is fine. Pen treasure, has he been taking good care of you and not teaching you various swears?"
Erase swat. He took very good care of me! And my English is pentagoned to begin with so he didn't tell me any words I didn't already kind of know. He doesn't have to be angelic.