Pieces Rolling Downhill
13th of January 2007 A.D.
"Takeover?" you infuse the word with all the skepticism of a teenager. "No. She's a party planner, and more into....immolation. Prefers rains of blood to reigning, if you know what I mean." You shift a little, moving some of the ice in the bleach solution around you before you lean back into the sides of the tub, the phone in the crook of your shoulder."You're aware of the.....uninvited guest that the old duke smuggled into the Chicago soiree last November? She's a big fan. Huge."
The line goes dead, not even breathing for a full minute, then, voice a touch shaky but still filled with smarmy charm: "Look, I don't know who sent you, something tells me I don't
want to know, but if you want my advice get out of Vegas while you still can. There's either going to be a wizard's war, or the bloody fairies invading or God knows what else."
At the mention of God you raise an eyebrow unseen, he's the first incubus you have ever heard to invoke the Lord's name and he does not seem to be doing it in vain.
"Maybe my friends and I are the cavalry, ever think about that?" A bit of the previous lightness slips back into your tone. "There are rules and the powers that do don't want to break them if they are still standing. You know why?"
"Yeah," the word stretches out over two syllables, he's got a system down. A pity for him at the moment you have even better ears. Big Corey knows less about the high level wheeling and dealing of the Dragon than he wants to let on, though likely more than the latter fellow might prefer. "Cards on the table, I'm going to take a little vacation to Hawaii tomorrow and lets just say I'll be taking some of my best and brightest with me, employee motivation. So if you need hands on the pulse and guns on target you aren't going to find them at Full House, but I'm willing to share some of what I heard."
"Do tell," you encourage, your impression of his competence spiking higher, not only does he know its time to run he has the good sense to follow the impulse instead of going down with the gleamed up ship.
"When the Reds took the tunnels they didn't get off scoot free, rumor has it a lot of them got tangled up in Orpheus' dreams and nightmares. He was a sorcerer who'd wrapped the place in glamors and illusions, used to be his turf. They broke the cardinal rule of killing a sorcerer, took him head on so they got his death curse right in the kisser. Now this is just me speculating but if you really wanted to ruin someone but didn't
quite have the power to make them gouge out their own eyes what better way to do so than to make them scared of their own shadows. By bet is the Count got the worst of it, so he's keeping most of his people under his eye and also prepping for Domesday."
"Or he's dead," you point out.
"He's not dead." If nothing else Big Corey seems to believe that.
"How do you know?" you press. "Maybe they are having a Mexican Stand Off down in those tunnels."
"I like you doll, but I'm not about to share all my sources with you over a bathtub call."
Of course he could hear the water, you sigh inwardly.
"Nice city you have here, no really it looks pretty, but I would rather not be here, not under these circumstances. I want to deal with bloody Sandra and go home. I have no interest in gossiping or playing power games. I just want to know where the fire is so I can put it out. If the Count is dead that means one thing, if he is incapacitated that means another."
There is another moment of silence, though shorter and you can still hear his breathing for this one. "Charon, you know who that is?"
"Yes," you keep your answer short, no need to tell him where you had found the vampire.
"He knows when people die, he's been asked five times since this whole mess started if the Count is dead, five times that I know of and the answer was no every time. My bet is mind fuckery. Is your girl Sandra good with mind fuckery?"
"Apparently," you sigh.
"Well there you go, maybe she has a hand in it. You got a description?"
"I can do you one better, I'll send you a picture."
Alas he does not recognize her and neither do any of the people with him, though you do get a promise to keep asking around his people to see if anyone knows anything about Sandra. That leaves one more question: "Why are you leaving? Signs in the wind?"
He laughs mockingly though wthether aimed at himself or another it's hard to tell. "Maybe, though not seen my me. The shit-flinging Wyldfae have skipped town. That's never happened, not as long as I've been around nor any of my assoaciates. Anything's frightful enough to get through their addled skulls is reason enough to start walking and you've just confirmed the wisdom of following."
Darn, Wanderland's not here... there goes that string to pull. "Alright, good luck." He's been helpful enough that you mean that just the tiniest bit.
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"Good hunting," he answers.
As you end the call you glance at the time: 02:12. Harrowmont probably isn't up, so the question is is it worth waking him up in the middle of the night to interogate him or should you wait for morning when he'll probably be more inclined and capable of giving clear answers?
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OOC: Enjoy.