It was now clear to the angels of that realm that their new god didn't think himself as such, he called himself Seth and no matter what Jessa asked him to weigh in on he simply gave the ethereal equivalent of a shrug. The other angels had not yet been effected by the fires, except for bob who didn't seem to change much, but he was mostly just gathering the hopeful souls in a small crate and carrying it past. Seth still hovered above the grinder pit as Yanimn was busy just excavating the whole pit from below while Jessa was split over about 30 different instances of himself, at least 6 of whom were modeling Seth's suits.
	“I still don't see how there's more than one of you.” Seth said
	“Think of it like a time loop I'm not allowed to know about, when I go to sleep there's a sense that I could loop back to join myself at the beginning of the day and I loose all the memories of that day.” Jessa explained for the tenth time while bob walked from registration to arrivals.
	“That part I get, it makes scene, but like is it limited by the space you sleep in, do you wake up where you went to bed, do you overlap yourself or are you restricted to as many of you can fit into your sleeping space?” Seth asked, one part of him entirely enthralled in his questions, another part thinking the makeshift torchlight making the scene before his more amazing in at least 8 different ways.
	“no I think where I wake up is always empty but when I step out of the room there's I line of all the previous days of me, but I don't know the order really” the one nearest Seth says, watching with his new master as 6 others of him did all sorts of stretches and poses to test the bounds and fits of their new outfits.
	“so you're just standing with several dozen of yourself having a little morning meeting before getting into the station proper?” he asks absent minded as the cat tights let that Jessa adopt a fluffy, downy tabby with with silvery belly floof and more flexibility than seemed possible, instead of strictly being an outfit.
	“Sort of but I never thought of doing a meeting, we'll do that tomorrow.” The one in fox tights similarly changed, taking on an orange and shining white as he lept and listened like gravity and walls were nothing, not necessarily in that order.
	There was a pause as Seth watched the two spar, the fox's ears seeming to lock onto the cat no matter where he dashed or slipped away to, tails floofed and whipping around as they pounced chased and rolled with each other, the hoodies left behind letting then jump and dash even farther. Jessa with the horse tights was standing with pink in his new ears, beige and brown mottled all over his as he stood with his hands folded in front of him. Arms even thicker with big fingers ended with hoof like nails, washboard abs and toned legs that made him look like a commercial mountain climber, all made more adorable as he looked away bashfully with a short snoot.
	“Seems like something that'd need to happen for organization sake” before anyone can reminisce on that another Jessa come running down the hall from registration. More flying really, kicking off the ground with his brown patterned wings open all the way as he sails down the hall yelling about something.
	His body doubles all shift out of the way starring as bob congratulates him, passing with a crate of sprouts and roots, but he spares no time as he sails forward panting. The commotion causes by a small cluster of papers clenches in his hands as he flaps to help him come to a stop, bold red print on the headers plain even to Seth.
	“What is it?” one Jessa pants as the rest look like they all forgot something important, it'd be adorable to Seth if the papers weren't serious looking.
	As he stands straight again he turns the stack around and explains, “Angel of another realm called back to us in distress, if things keep going as they are the mortals of that place will capture him and consume his essence to enter the current tug of war between the gods and try to kill them.” 
	“Sounds like a plot and a half” Seth states simply, the angel huffs and starts again.
	“The God of this place, often referred to as the god of space or time, named the clockwork god he made angels like Yanimn to travel to all the realms and keep some semblance of order and consistency. These angels are often called archangels due to the power they wield but they can still die and be compelled to answer prayers and mortals have in the past used blood sacrifice to bind angels to their will. Usually only in experimentation or by deranged cults but in dying worlds mortals are  known to enact a mutually assured destruction strategy via powerful angels, rather than give into despair.” He paused to take a few breaths.
	“so the people of this place the angel is at are desperate for revenge for their own deaths?” 
	“Yea” All the Jessas look like they all had an epiphany before the one continues, “They need someone to come and interfere on their behalf so the conflict between the gods ends and the mortals get the rest they need.”
	“Reinforcements” Seth more states than anything else
	“Yea” Jessa with the papers looks nervous
	“Can you all handle yourselves here?” Fires flare as he asks
	“I think so”