Location,
a Soul food restaurant, in
The
Seneschal and owner of the place is Elias, a Mercurian in the vessel of a
sixtyish black man, very dark skin with gray hair and beard. Average build, little bit of a belly. He owns a restaurant after all
: ‹GM› So for now, the PC's arrive at
(haven't thought of a name) Soul Food Restaurant, at 3 am. The Seraphim go off and do Seraphim things,
and Jasmine occupies Aaron
: <Rina-el>
<- hugs Elias
: ‹GM› Usually he's all Disneyland-host, but
tonight he's all business. Hugs you all
the same though
: ‹Mitchim› *sigh*
I'm sure God knew what he was doing when He made them. I hope someday I'll have
a chance to ask.
: ‹Elias› Good
to see you here. Glad to see you're
okay. The cavalry isn't here yet
: ‹Mitchim› Mitchim
simply shakes Elias's hand "Good to see you again."
: ‹Elias›
(Warm and firm handshake)
: ‹Elias›
This place was a hospital practically earlier tonight. People hiding from the problems
: <Rina-el>Elias,
what in *blazes* is going on here?
: ‹Elias› The
bastard demons apparently don't respect All Souls anymore
: <Rina-el>I
would imagine it was a mess here.
: <Rina-el>Have
any bead on who it was?
: ‹Elias› It
was. Lots of bandages and soup, but we
get by
: ‹Mitchim› Mitchim
takes a seat, looking worried "I was just about to ask the same question.
Oh, how far are we from the cemetery?
: ‹Elias› Got
some descriptions, but I can't draw worth a damn
: ‹Elias›
But it was black men, young black men.
It breaks my heart
: ‹Elias› My
only comfort is that they were demons and not actual men, but the community
will get blamed anyway
: ‹Rina-el› Ouch..
: ‹Rina-el› Any
way to minimize the retaliation?
: ‹Mitchim› Mitch
reaches over and gently pats Elias's hand "I know how it is, but if Marc
can get a foothold here, we'll be working on getting people jobs and involved
in the community. Things are better when people have an economic stake in their
neighborhood."
: ‹Rina-el› Amen to that!
: ‹Elias› You
do good work man.
: ‹Elias› I
don't know ma'am (he always calls you that, even though he's known you for
awhile)
: ‹Mitchim› Mitch
smiles slightly "I try my best. I am happy that my shop does some good in
the neighborhood."
: ‹Elias› Help
the Corps find the guys, to start
: ‹Elias› Organize
peace and culture
: ‹Elias› Here,
I took some notes on what people were telling me
: ‹Mitchim› "Ah
yes, the Corps. Any word from them?
: ‹Elias› Not
yet, which means they're late
: ‹Elias› Or
they're not coming, but I can't imagine they're not coming
: ‹Rina-el› I'll
see what more I can do, Elias..
: ‹Mitchim› Mitch
frowns "Late is unusual for them. I hope they didn't run into something.
But yes, the notes. May we see them?”
: ‹Rina-el› Honestly,
I'm not sure what will be worse - the Corps trying to work in this town or them
not showing up at all..
: ‹Elias› Of
course.
: ‹Elias› (Shows
you a batch of handwritten notes, young black men wearing traditional Crips
insignia, long coats, heavily armed)
: ‹Elias› (Gang
style names. 'Creepy' shows up in
description more than once. One had an
ugly scar on him, like a wound that won't heal)
: ‹Mitchim› Mitch
looks them over carefully. "If these were demons as we think, I can't
imagine the real Crips being happy that someone had borrowed their insignias.
: ‹Elias› (Descriptions
suggest 4-6 men--hard to say how many because of the inconsistencies)
: ‹Rina-el› This
is bad..
: ‹Elias› This
is true Mitch. That is something we can
use
: ‹Mitchim› "Very
bad. Any word on the white man that wandered through?"
: <Corat>
(perks up a bit)
: ‹Elias› Yes,
we have a description of him also
: ‹Elias› Tall,
brown hair, very pale. Long black coat,
polo shirt, black jeans. Skinny
: ‹Mitchim› Mitch
sets down the notes and looks up at the other angels "So, how should we
start?"
: ‹Corat>
up until that 'skinny' point it could have been our Dark Man
: ‹Mitchim› "I
would be interested in viewing the scene of the crime."
: ‹Rina-el› Well,
that's not Russo, for one.
: ‹Mitchim› “Nor
Ryuki”
: ‹Corat>
who isn't white...
: ‹Rina-el› "Yeah,
there's no way that would have been Ryuki, dear - not his style"
: ‹Mitchim› "Right,
which is why it couldn’t be him."
: ‹Elias› We
can go to the cemetery, sure. John you
can come with and make sure we're alone when we get there? We'll leave the others here
: ‹Rina-el› <-
sends him a look of gratitude
: ‹Mitchim› Mitch
stands "Let us depart."
: ‹Elias› Shall
I drive?
: ‹Mitchim› Mitch
frowns "Elias, you are the Seneschal of this Tether, I'm not sure it's a
good night for you leave it. It must be protected."
: ‹Mitchim› "We
have so few in the area, each one is a valuable resource."
: ‹Elias› So I am.
Can you find the cemetery okay without me?
: ‹Mitchim› Mitch
nods "I believe so, I'll drive."
: ‹Elias› Although
I could tell you what happened there...
: ‹Mitchim› Mitch
pauses "Were you there when the event happened?"
: ‹Elias› Maybe
leave your bald friend here (he winks at Corat) to mind the store
: ‹Elias› No
I wasn't, but I tended the wounded and scared, and I heard much
: ‹Mitchim› Mitch
glances down at the notes "Anything that wasn't in here?"
: ‹Elias› (speaks)
much is in my memory that is not on paper
: ‹Rina-el› "Elias,
my dear, I think it would be best if you would tell us everything, so we can
work out a game plan..
: ‹Mitchim› Mitch
pulls the notes closer and gets out a rather nice pen "If you would please
tell me those memories Elias.."
: ‹Nain› Elias, how do you think the gangs will respond to
this violation of their sacred trust? I have a good idea but you're the angel
on the ground. There might be something you know that we can use to head off further
hostilities.
: * Rina-el gets up and walks over to the
small tree in the corner of the restaurant. She's still listening, but she
seems to really need to be near green things right now..
: ‹Elias› Mitch
had a lovely idea, to point out to the Crips that some strangers have used
their names. I don't think those demons
built their Roles very well
: ‹Rina-el› I
don't think they wanted to..
: ‹Mitchim› Mitch
sniffs slightly "They probably felt they didn't need too. After all what
angels would dare come investigate."
: ‹Rina-el› Not
only that, Mitch..
: ‹Rina-el› As
the other gang, I wouldn't care that the Crips are denying it was them and as
the Crips, it would be dividing my resources between looking for the real dude
and damage control..
: ‹Nain› Nain
lightly rested her chin in her hands and nodded to Mitch. "It might be
demons of The War, but they're usually more efficient. If I had to guess, I'd
say it was Hardcore. Furfur's thugs are usually pretty stupid and
careless."
: ‹Rina-el› So
from a "create as much havoc as possible" perspective, this works out
better than a well built Role.
: ‹Nain› Nain
nodded to Rina-el. "That too. Maximum chaos for minimum effort."
: ‹Mitchim› Mitch
nods at Nain "A good thought there. Hardcore is someone to look into. Also
see if any demons have roles as Crips, perhaps they were able to talk the gang
leaders into doing this...Factions maybe?"
: ‹Elias› Malphas
once had a stronghold here. He's still
quite powerful.
: ‹Elias› And
Factions in a gang war is a natural.
: ‹Nain› She
grumbled some epithet. "Bloody Malphas would love this. On the outside,
let's not forget Valefor. This incident just stole the peace of a sacred night
away. That's something Theft would love."
: ‹Rina-el› "I
don't know.. The creepy guy sounds like a Destroyer to me.
: ‹Elias› He
may be.
: ‹Rina-el› And
the mayhem would suit that style..
: ‹Nain› She
nodded, her brow furrowed.
: ‹Elias› We
can leave your Swordsman friend and the other here to guard the place
: ‹Nain› "So
we have Malphas to consider, and its' possibly a Calabite behind the event. Do
we know if Fate is lurking nearby? Those sneaky bastards are usually lurking
about."
: * Rina-el
laughs
: ‹Rina-el› Mira,
darling - they're *all* sneaky bastards!
: ‹Mitchim› Mitch
sighs "Really, I could be any demonic
: ‹Corat› Are
we staying here and waiting for The Corps, or are we going to the cemetery?
: ‹Nain› She
laughed.
: ‹Nain› "Thank
you for reminding me."
: ‹Mitchim› "Why
don't I stay here and pick Elias's brains as the saying goes, while you others
check out the cemetery."
: ‹Nain› She
sobered. "I think we should wait for the Corps. It's not beneath the
smarter demons to set off a trap then rig a secondary trap for any angel who
charges in blind. War scares me, I won't lie, but they're just about the best
to have if there's a trap waiting."
: ‹Rina-el› She
comes over and gives Nain a half hug - her standing and Nain sitting down
: ‹Rina-el› "I
agree.."
: ‹Nain› She
smiled and returned Rina's hug.
: ‹Rina-el› "Mitch,
if you want to check it out, please be careful!"
: ‹Mitchim› Mitch
frowns "Check what out?"
: ‹Corat› We're going to stay here and wait for the Corps. They don't like wild goose chases
: ‹Rina-el› "You
wanted to check out the cemetery, didn't you?"
: ‹Mitchim›
Mitch glances over at Rina-el "Not at the moment, I will be staying here
and talking with Elias." He pulls the Creationer over into a corner and
starts questioning him closely, in the way only a Seraph can do.
: ‹Rina-el› "So
what do we know so far, guys?"
: ‹Elias› We
know there are a handful of demons who shot up a sacred night
: ‹Rina-el› I
hate to be the dark and gloomy of the conversation, but beyond speculation -
and with the exception of the one White guy - are we sure they were Demons?
:: ‹Corat› The
noise says demons were killing.
:: ‹Elias>
and the neighborhood didn't know these guys
:: ‹Rina-el› Yeah,
this is true..
:: ‹Rina-el› Alright.
thanks for clearing that up..
:: ‹Nain› "They
could have been Hellsworn, or just deluded humans."
:: ‹Corat› Lo! I hear the sound of marching feet!
:: ‹Corat› I
think Michael's guys are here.
:: ‹Rina-el› Rina-el
looks up, then expectantly at the door
:: ‹Kyle› Lo?
:: ‹Nain› "Hello
there."
:: ‹Kyle› *Kyle
eyes Corat as the five celestial Marines enter*'
:: ‹Corat› Kyle!
:: ‹Kyle› Corat.
:: ‹Rina-el› "Thank
the lord you're here!"
:: * Rina-el
hugs Kyle, as the first person to enter"
:: ‹Ulysses› That's
Lord.
:: ‹Nain› Nain
fidgets nervously for a moment, smoothing down her hands on her jeans, then
manages a nod of welcome.
:: ‹Rina-el› "Yes,
you're right.." Rina-el Hugs him too..
:: ‹Kyle› Corat,
what information do you have?
:: ‹Ulysses› *Ulysses
begins to frown and stare at Nain*
:: ‹Corat› What
we've got...four to six guys dressed as Crips got up at the cemetery and shot
some people
:: ‹Corat› Presumably starting a chain reaction of
shooting and fights.
:: ‹Corat› One
white guy walked through all this, took some bullets, and kept walking
:: ‹Ulysses› And
these two?
:: ‹Ulysses› *motions
to Nain and Rina -el*
:: ‹Nain› She
looked at Ulysses and seemed a little cross. "Yes? What about us?"
:: ‹Corat› Elias
here...these two are part of my team
:: ‹Rina-el› "Wow,
C, you've seriously got to work on the details part of stories.."
:: ‹Corat› Rina-el--a
Mercurian. Information specialist.
:: * Rina-el
waves
:: ‹Kyle› *holds
out his hand to shake Rina's*
:: ‹Corat› Nain,
Bright Lilim. Has her choir's unique
gifts
:: ‹Rina-el› *LOL
- Gives him another hug and a handshake*
:: ‹Kyle› *starts
to hold out his hand to shake Nain's then pulls it back as a second thought,
with a frown*
:: ‹Corat› The
two Seraphim and Aaron, in the back, are on the team also
:: ‹Rina-el› "no,
you are *not* going to come in here and treat her as lesser to you when
obviously her
:: ‹Corat› Aaron's
a Power
:: ‹Corat› Rina-el,
hush
:: ‹Nain› She
frowns. "I am redeemed, you know. I serve Destiny. The Seraphim can verify
that I speak Truth."
:: ‹Rina-el› *mumble
mumble*
:: ‹Corat› Corat
notes the tension.
:: ‹Corat› This
is Ulysses, Seraph of War. Kyle here is
a Cherub of Stone. Guadalupe behind
them is a fellow Ofan, for the Sword
:: ‹Corat› The
other two I don't think I've met.
:: ‹Corat› All
in service to Michael
:: ‹Rina-el› Rina-el
seems to get over her annoyance, once again her usual fluffy self..
:: ‹Rina-el› "So
what can we help you with, m'lads?
:: ‹Kyle> What do you know of the situation?
:: ‹Nain› Nain
smiles to Rina-el. "Thanks Rina." She looked back at the Corps
members. "We're on the same side here, regardless of where we were born or
what our pasts may be. I know Destiny and War don't always get along, and I
know my dark sisters have a bad reputation, but if we're going to get to the
bottom of this we have to put aside those sorts of things and work
together."
:: ‹Kyle>
Understatement, ma'am...
:: ‹Kyle>
Rina-el, what do you know of the situation in
:: ‹Rina-el› Rina-el
gives them a smug "wow you should have known that before you walked in
here, silly men" look, then goes back to listening in..
:: ‹Rina-el› Well,
things here are a mess, as usual..
:: ‹Rina-el› We
have the gangs getting more and more extreme..
:: ‹Rina-el› And
recently, the whole "Dark Man" affair..
:: ‹Kyle> "Dark Man"?
:: ‹Rina-el› Seems
there's a standing order for the Mexicans to eradicate all the Blacks.. Which
will probably go into high gear after this fiasco..
:: ‹Nain› She
crossed her legs and listened to her friend run down the situation.
:: ‹Lupe> What
does that have to do with us?
:: ‹Lupe> Us,
being angels?
:: ‹Rina-el› Yeah..
2 bit sorcerer managed to convince some VIPs that he can summon Angels - then
attempted it on Bat's Day in front of a bunch of Goths..
:: ‹Rina-el› Well,
I don't know about you personally, dear, but I would really rather have
Demonic-backed bloodshed held to a minimum..
:: ‹Rina-el› And
these standing orders to shoot blacks on sight isn't how things are going to
quiet down..
:: ‹Kyle› Wait. Summon Angels?
:: ‹Lupe> So
demons have infiltrated the gangs? (She
seems mildly amused, as if to say--"This is news?")
:: ‹Rina-el› Basically,
some demons in black Roles walked into the middle of the only cease-fire day of
the year and slaughtered some Mexicans..
:: ‹Rina-el› Men,
women, children..
:: ‹Rina-el› And
even more dead in the crossfire..
:: ‹Nain› She
nodded.
:: ‹Kyle› No
no, go back to the summon angels thing.
:: ‹Ulysses› Kyle. Later.
:: ‹Elias> (looks
up from conversation with Aaron) the Mexicans fired back...
:: ‹Kyle› Fine.
Fine. Yes, Sir.
:: ‹Nain› "And
a Caucasian showed up in the mix, taking bullets as if they were nothing."
:: ‹Rina-el› The
last thing that's important to know in the shooting incident (besides the
amount of Disturbance it caused) is that there was a white man - Elias can give
you a description - that was walking around and taking bullets without seeming
to get hurt
:: ‹Rina-el› Or
to be worried about anything going on around him..
:: ‹Kyle› It’s
pretty well know that gangs usually use only a .25 caliber. Humans have been known to take three bullets
to the head and survive.
:: ‹Nain› "Yes,
but not to walk away from such shots."
:: ‹Rina-el› Not
this many bullets and not walking around as if on a leisurely stroll when
taking them..
:: ‹Rina-el› *hugs
Nain*
:: ‹Nain› *smiles
at Rina*
:: ‹Kyle› How
many exactly? And were you a witness to
this or was it hearsay?
:: ‹Rina-el› We
Heard it, if that helps..
:: ‹Rina-el› Elias
would have the most firsthand experience..
:: ‹Lupe› It
helps a little but I would prefer to hear the exact details from a witness.
:: ‹Nain› "And
it was all over the local news. *Including* the report of the guy walking away from
the bullet storm and eyewitness testimony of same."
:: ‹Kyle› Yeah
I know, Lupe, but lets work with what we've got.
:: ‹Ulysses› *looks
around irritated as though wanting to DO something*
:: ‹Ulysses› Local
news?
:: ‹Rina-el› "If
you haven't, it might be a good idea to check out the scene.."
:: ‹Ulysses› *focuses
his attention on Nain*
:: ‹Rina-el› "it
was breaking news, so I don't know if it was local or national..
:: ‹Atticus› ((Another
angel near the back nods to Ulysses, and then approaches Nain))
:: ‹Atticus› ((He
walks up to her and goes to whisper in her ear))
:: ‹Nain› *She
nodded* "Yes, the local news. Complete with reporters, on-scene shots, and
a reporter interviewing an eyewitness who testified to the man walking through
the bullets on national television."
:: ‹Kyle› *frowns*
:: ‹Kyle› *taps
his fingers on his chin in thought*
:: ‹Kyle› *gives
a sideglance to Nain and the other guy*
:: ‹Rina-el› I'm
sorry - would anyone like some tea? I need some to calm down a little..
:: ‹Nain› *she
nodded to Rina*
:: * Rina-el
goes to the back to heat up some water and get things set up.. Still listening,
though.
:: ‹Atticus>
(nods to Ulysses))
:: ‹Kyle› *Kyle,
Ulysses and the others relaxes just slightly*
:: ‹Kyle› Right
then.
:: ‹Rina-el› So
what's the plan?
:: ‹Kyle› Tell
us more about the guy that walked away that shouldn't have.
:: ‹Rina-el› That's
the problem - I can't get *anything* about him..
:: ‹Rina-el› And
I haven't had time to work the network, either..
:: ‹Nain› She
shrugged. "Unknown."
:: ‹Corat› Not
exactly, ladies. We have a name and a
theory.
:: ‹Nain› "We
have a suspicion that it might be linked to the local problem Rina mentioned:
the Dark Man."
:: ‹Rina-el› Rina-el
saunters over to Corat and leans over him, resting her head on his shoulder..
:: ‹Corat› Physically
the description is only almost this guy we've been watching, Gavin Russo, a
sorceror.
:: ‹Nain› *she
nodded to Corat* "Right, Gavin Russo. The sorcerer who seems to have
gained in power of late and whose Destiny cannot be read. We don't know if it’s
him but we were thinking of checking in on him and his associates to be
sure."
:: ‹Rina-el› Except
that Gavin isn't skinny and hasn't really had enough time to become so.
:: ‹Rina-el› Nor
is he supposed to be *that* powerful!
:: ‹Nain› *she
nodded* That too.
:: ‹Rina-el› We
were going to check him out regardless..
:: ‹Rina-el› In
fact, he lives in
:: ‹Rina-el› (tells
them address)
:: ‹Atticus>
jots it down))
:: ‹Nain› "What
we've learned of him is that, until very recently, he was a failure in a life
spiraling downwards. Then he somehow grew in power and stature, especially
among the local Goth community."
:: ‹Atticus› *looks
over at Rina-el then moves over to Ulysses and whispers something quietly*
:: ‹Rina-el› And
he was the force behind the Angel Summoning incident..
:: ‹Ulysses› *Nods
to Atticus and continues to listen*
:: ‹Rina-el› Seems
he got real friendly with some lower power - he wasn't worth much, magically,
until a few months ago..
:: ‹Rina-el› Then,
all of a sudden, he's this super-sorcerer dude..
:: ‹Kyle› *frowns
at the mention of Angel summoning again*
:: ‹Rina-el› Lost
all the rest of the things that are important to life, though - house, wife,
job..
:: ‹Kyle› Keep
talking.
:: ‹Rina-el› Yeah,
that worried us too, my friend.. (Commenting on Kyle's expression)
:: ‹Nain› "He
believes that he can summon angels like one summons demons, and as Rina said,
he organized an attempt at the annual Goth event called Bat's Bazaar to
publicly summon an angel before an audience of impressionable teens.
:: ‹Rina-el› We
crashed it - tried to find out some more info, but it went a little bad on us..
:: ‹Rina-el› Managed
to get away with minimum damage to property or cover, but with little new
information..
:: ‹Nain› We're
not sure if he really can or not. Corat, Mitch, the Seraph of Trade, and myself
interrupted the event. It was then that we learned that he has no Destiny. Not
that he has a Fate. Just that he has no Destiny that can be read."
:: ‹Corat› ((Corat
looks at Ulysses, as though wanting his attention, maybe later))
:: ‹Nain› *she
nodded*
:: ‹Rina-el› Anyway,
we were thinking of paying him a visit when we were done here..
:: ‹Nain› "But
we did learn of the presence of local sorcerer Ryuki Watari. We tracked him and
he told us of Gavin, his words verified by a Seraph of both Trade and the
Sword. And as Rina says, he is our prime suspect for tonight's events."
:: ‹Rina-el› Though
of course, at this point I want to figure out how we can calm down the race war
over here..
:: ‹Atticus› *whispers
something to Ulysses again and Ulysses frowns, staring at Corat*
:: ‹Ulysses› Tell
me about this Ryuki.
:: ‹Ulysses› *folds
his arms across his chest*
:: ‹Corat› ((Corat
nods to the women, reassuringly))
:: ‹Rina-el› Ryuki's
a pretty powerful Theurge - and an all-round pretty good guy. Gave us a lot of
help along the way..
:: ‹Kyle› Go
on.
:: ‹Nain› *She
relaxed a bit at Corat's nod*
:: ‹Rina-el› What
do you want to know about him?
:: ‹Rina-el› He's
not local but he is very involved here..
:: ‹Rina-el› Keeps
out of the way when he can..
:: ‹Rina-el› Prefers
us over them..
:: ‹Rina-el› Though
he stays neutral to stay out of trouble..
:: ‹Rina-el› *Very*
talented
:: ‹Rina-el› And
cute! :)
:: ‹Corat› ((Corat
looks at Ulysses, as if to say something, but says nothing))
:: ‹Nain› *She
couldn't help giggling at her perky friend*
:: ‹Nain› No
flirting with Sorcerers Rina dear. They'll steal your soul they will. *she
winked*
:: ‹Rina-el› "Now
what's to say he hasn't done so already?" She winks
:: ‹Kyle› *Kyle
looks at Corat for a long moment and then just nods, not saying anything*
:: ‹Corat› ((Corat
ahems at the women))
:: ‹Rina-el› "hmm..
Sorry.. I forgot the present company - that was a joke, it was. Only kidding.
No fear, he didn't do anything to us!"
:: * Rina-el
goes to bring the tea - as usual, bringing tea for everyone
:: ‹Nain› *She
nodded and took her tea* Thanks!
:: ‹Ulysses› *hasn't
changed his cross-armed stance and looks very irritated*
:: ‹Rina-el› Was
there anything else you wanted to know about Ryuki, dears?
: ‹Rina-el› Windy,
dear, drink your tea!
: ‹Nain› *she
took a long sip of hers, feeling its warmth steady her nerves*
:: ‹Corat› ((Corat
shoots Rina-el a dirty look. He takes
the tea but doesn't drink it.))
:: ‹Ulysses› *doesn't
accept any tea and neither do the others*
:: ‹Corat› We...I
think this Gavin Russo may be our Dark Man, *may* be the guy who got shot up at
the cemetery.
:: ‹Rina-el› It's
certainly something worth looking in to..
:: ‹Corat› Which
means a sorceror is leading demons.
:: * Rina-el
sips her tea
:: ‹Rina-el› Or
- a Demon leading a Sorcerer leading Demons..
:: ‹Nain› "And
we have no idea which Word or Words said Demons serve."
:: ‹Rina-el› At
this point - with that last stunt and seeing as how the info I have on Russo's
place is that's it's practically empty, of everything, including food, I'm not
even sure he's actually alive anymore..
:: ‹Nain› "Really?
Maybe a Samingan resurrected his corpse? The Prince of Death is an absolute
idiot, but some of his servitors are surprisingly clever. It would explain how
he walked through bullets and how he got so thin so fast."
:: ‹Rina-el› Let's
work by elimination for a minute - is there any Prince who *wouldn't* get
something from this type of stunt?
:: ‹Rina-el› It
would..
:: ‹Nain› "Besides
which, the event *did* occur on the Day of the Dead."
:: ‹Corat›
A slaughter. Even Death's demons aren't
dumb enough to call in The Corps.
:: ‹Rina-el› You never can tell with them..
:: ‹Rina-el› Think
about the amount of bloodshed this will lead to - especially with the Corps
here. No offense, guys..
:: ‹Kyle› *raises
an eyebrow*
:: ‹Rina-el› Seriously
- the gangs are going declare open season on one another over this..
:: ‹Rina-el› And
the Corps are known to come in with the proverbial guns blazing - I'm sure the
other side will think of as many ways as possible to put innocents in the
crossfire - so that's more deaths..
:: ‹Kyle› That's
not an assured deal, lady. First thing
to do is not over react and keep to business.
:: ‹Rina-el› Bless
you, honey!
:: ‹Corat› Elias
said these guys were unknowns. Let the
community hear that.
:: ‹Rina-el› Well,
I hope that helps..
:: ‹Rina-el› Though
in all honesty, I can't see that making the Mexicans back off from this.. It
was their families that were injured, after all..
:: ‹Corat› It's up to us to deal with the locals. The Corps is just here to find the loud ones
and shut them up.
:: ‹Nain› *she
nodded* Not only will the gangs go nuts, but remember, not every demon of Death
is smarter than their boss. Some would welcome a tangle with the Corps."
:: ‹Corat› Remind
Death or Factions or whoever that just because they 'own' LA doesn't mean they
can turn it into Hell.
:: ‹Ulysses› Like
Gavin. Corat, we're going to go find this Gavin person.
:: ‹Ulysses› *he
pauses then smirks slightly at Corat*
:: ‹Ulysses› And
then Ryuki.
:: ‹Atticus> (nods,
shows him the address))
:: ‹Nain› "As
for your question Rina...I'd say that Alaemon, Andrealphus, Haagenti, Lilith,
and...
:: ‹Ulysses› Good
man, Atticus.
:: ‹Rina-el› With
all due respect, Ulysses, I don't think Ryuki is worth going after..
:: ‹Rina-el› Thank
you, Atticus..
:: ‹Nain› "Wait
just one second. Ryuki's been of great help to us. In enemy territory any ally
or neutral is worth keeping around. Doesn't War teach that?'
:: ‹Rina-el› Especially
since he is honestly working with us..
:: ‹Ulysses› Young
lady, you are in no position to tell Michael's Corps what is worth it and what
isn't.
:: ‹Rina-el› Perhaps,
but I have to pick up the pieces after the Corps leave.
:: ‹Nain› "She's
right, and in
:: ‹Corat› ((looks
like he just swallowed a frog))
:: ‹Rina-el› He
*knows* we're Angels and that we're doing everything we can here
:: ‹Nain› "He's
willing to offer assistance for prices that do not damn souls or corrupt
others. Do you know how rare that is in a Sorcerer?"
:: ‹Rina-el› And
he's helped us, directly, at the potential cost of being targeted by all the
*many* demons out here.
:: ‹Ulysses› Your
concerns are noted.
:: ‹Ulysses› *he
nods to the others*
:: ‹Ulysses› And
bring Corat.
:: ‹Ulysses› *Ulysses
walks out while Kyle and Atticus head for Corat*
:: ‹Rina-el› Having
you drop in on him would seem as if we don't trust him or care about him.
:: ‹Rina-el› Seriously,
think about this, please!
:: ‹Corat› (quietly,
almost croaking) Yes sir.
:: ‹Kyle› Come
on Corat. You know the drill.
:: ‹Nain› "If
we get a reputation as liars, everything we've all worked for in this city
comes crashing down, and that includes any footholds Heaven has in the
War!"
:: ‹Corat› (He
lets them lead him out, terribly serious)
:: ‹Kyle› *frowns
a bit*
:: ‹Corat› (and
rather nervous)
:: ‹Kyle› *exists
stage right along with Corat, Atticus, Lupe and the other dude*
:: ‹Rina-el› I
am willing to vouch for Ryuki - in whatever way you need me to do so, Kyle
:: ‹Nain› "And
we have two Seraphim who can vouch for him as well!"
:: * Rina-el is going to make a quick phone
call
:: ‹Rina-el› When
she comes back into the room, she picks up her tea - in shaking hands, and
looks at Nain..
:: ‹Rina-el› Hmm...
Guys, I have to make a phone call.. I'll be back in a minute, if that's okay..