"Gah... I sense the Grand Seal of Hypnos passing under the waves, forever eluding the grasp of mortal ken..." Giving up, Anghel clutched his pen-gripping wing tightly to his chest and shook his head. If there was a joke here, he wasn't in on it. Which was pretty standard, really. "In those uninitiated acolytes, fools who see only 'apartment keys' in the accursed twilight, I have met my match. Edel Blau, pray forgive me. Perhaps this is as things should -"

He sneezed. At last, his notepad landed page-down amid the fragmented glass on the ground with a surprisingly loud crunch.