Divine Debrief
21th of November 2006 A.D
Seven vampires in new-grown skin, eight mortals struck with strange luck, three of the infected, worshipful and confused and one of you all bound together hand in hand arrayed as though by the power of the darkness in them, though in truth it's just so that no human has to hold the hand of those who have until less than hours ago treated them like things to be used and discarded. The brass and crystal had long since faded, but as you close your eyes, music familiar and beloved echoing around it is the simplest thing to reach the gates within.
Downwards, inwards, though...
As you cross the threshold Broken Seeker does not move from his perch, not even so much as a breath. If he had not guessed about your domain already from your projecting it he knows now. But that is not your concern now.
***
This time around you do not show up in the middle of the throneroom. One of the things you had arranged with Warden Ameli was to have a secure Entrance Chamber.
Maybe you should have mentioned some other qualifier than secure... Stark black stone and gleaming brass make up the walls, floor and ceiling, the contours broken up only by the barrels of ceiling mounted plasma guns.
"Guardian of the Brass Flower," you call to the SUTRA. "Summon a security team and Warden of the Inner Halls Ameli, this is going to take some triage."
"Executing Command."
Something tells the prisoners had not been expecting a guard detail made up of armored dragon men and cybernetically enhanced operatives tagging and processing them with cool courtesy without a hint of fear, hatred or the longing that their flesh-masks are meant to impart in mortal men. So, later that day, once they had gotten the introductory package, they all clump up under the dome of the conference chamber, fearful and curious, entranced and uneasy all at the same time.
You do not mince words. By their oaths of surrender to you they are your prisoners, a responsibility you aim to live up to, seeing to it that their physical and mental needs are met, but one of the conditions of their imprisonment is the study of their nature and condition to hopefully make up for all the harm they have caused. To be honest part of you had been expecting shouts and accusation or at the very least deepening dread. Instead the seven of them seem to relax into their seats and you realize it is because your actions finally make sense as these vampires see the world. They had not been granted a reprieve for mercy's sake but because you had use for them. For their part the infected... think you are divine. Speaking to them separated from their former masters seems moot when all three of them jump to their feet before you had even finished making the offer of seeking a potential cure...
"Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes! Let the work of false gods pass to dust in me! Let me be proven worthy of bearing the flame of the Empress!"
"Do not presume that you will be blessed!"
"Silence, both of you! You are interrupting the Goddess!"
You can feel a headache coming on.
***
Thankfully the Red Court's former victims are not as enthusiastic, though they are surprised, stunned at their sudden turn of fortune might be a better description. According to their preliminary interviews six of them either have no family to return to or they do not wish to return and endanger their family and have been thus snapped by various intelligence agencies in the Five Cities as source of information into the Beyond . The remaining two, including the man who had spoken up on the plane desperately wish to return... for a reason that has you bending the armrest of your chair in anger.
The Ortegas, both of them had been unusually blunt about the utility of their human slaves, who was worn out, who was on the chopping block who would be eaten
save for the exceptional service of their kin. Both the people who feel they must return have a family member who had preciously displeased their masters and who only lives by their toil, a daughter in one case, an uncle in another.
"You do not know who will follow La Dona Pedro, they would have no reason to follow her threats" Sophia Martinez, the woman who would have been Arianna's snack on the way down, says gently. Already dressed in the manner of the cities, in flowing garments designed to show off physical and artificial assets alike it's clear she is not going anywhere.
But the elderly man just throws her a dirty look and spits: "She had it all written down in her ledger of pain."
The other person who wants to return, a woman maybe fifteen years older than you still wearing her barman's uniform from the plane, does not speak up, but it is clear she is of a mind with Pedro
What do you do?
[] Promise you will get their families out
[] Offer to send them back once things quiet down
[] Write in
OOC: A bit more of a glimpse into the awfulness that is the Red Court. Mind games are the idle entertainment of immortal monsters.