A Whirling Prod
3rd of March 2006 A.D.
'Who are you?' you ask of the green speck in the sky, barely seen from the branch one of the forest giants still dozens of miles out from the gate, expecting a simple answer, mundane or not, legitimate transport or vampire's thrall. As it happens the answer is neither. These are helicopters of the Colombian Air Force, the same kind that sometimes payroll these skies looking for the clandestine runways of drug dealers, but they are also not in this corner of the jungle by accident. 'Who sent you?' you ask the second question and are struck again by that same sickening scent of rancid blood that you had first felt in Marin's presence, the Red King. This is a canary in a coal mine, you are being poked and prodded to see how you will react.... and not simply from the flyby. There aren't any vampires aboard, nor any loyal halfbloods, just mortals whose blood won't be missed from the vampires' feast even though there's just a bomb on each of them.
Lost 3 Essence -> Now at 12/18 (Two Questions and Excellency+ATP)
Regained 2 Essence -> Now at 14/18
"Fuck!" you curse, mind whirring with the implications. The Red Court knows where the gate is they are planning to explode one of more of the helicopters remotely as close to the site as they can... which means it doesn't matter if they can see it or not. The point would be just to cause an incident, a media firestorm following the physical one.
Steady on, you I this, you steady yourself. This just means that cyber-spirit you had been planning to put on each of the choppers if they were normal humans needs to go in a slightly different place.
Not like they can notice me. Just have to get a closer look at the bombs and turn off whatever remote mechanism they are using to give the signal.
And then what? the question intrudes. You can't stay here 24/7 just to ensure there won't be any more. Regina and the garrison are going to need some way to... God, disarm unwitting Kamikaze.
"This comes near the line of the Winter Queen's patience Majesty," Usum says with something like anticipation.
"Perhaps crosses it."
He...has a point. There's nothing magical about a helicopter explosion or even three, but setting them off in the hope of forcing an enemy to depart or reveal themselves, you would say that goes against the spirit of the Accords. Alas as the design of faerie folk it does not have a spirit, only the letter.
You need some advice on how Mab would rule this from someone who knows her, someone well disposed enough not to try to trade on the information....
"Hi Maeve, how's life treating you?"
"Better than it is that bitch Sandra that's for sure," a laugh like jagged icicles falling from the stopper of a silver bell comes though on the other side. "What about you, still fucking up the Unwelcome Ones and their puppets?"
"Red Court so yeah," you nod. "Listen if one of them is planning to blow up military helicopters on top of one of my outposts how would that go Accord-wise?"
"You're territory or theirs?" she asks, somehow managing to give the impression she's blowing bubblegum even though her voice didn't get any less clear.
"Used to be theirs until two weeks ago or so..."
"Used to as in...?"
"Killed a bunch of them, they stopped coming and are now sending... this."
She laughs, Maeve may or may not find the prospect of helicopters exploding generally funny, but she's mostly laughing with you not at you, senses still twinging from when you had lipped out of sight it's pretty easy to read her, especially since she isn't even half trying to hide her feelings.
"That'll do it. You're within your rights to just vanish every mortal they send at you. Make a brand new Bermuda Triangle and no I don't know if that's what made the Bermuda Triangle come out like that, it was just an example."
"What if I'm not a member of the Accords?" you press.
"You're not but..." she trails off, thinking. "Behave like you are and you should be fine. Wouldn't be the first time."
On the one hand Maeve is trying to help in her own way, on the other: "Listen, what if I don't want to vanish people until the Red King gets bored runs out of proxies or bombs?"
"I'm really not the one to ask about how not to kill," there's something just for the barest flash of an instant that sounds like regret. "I'd wish you good luck, but I don't want to summon Tyche into your business, she's a mess. Good... lying I guess,
bomb defusing?"
"Same here," you answer, not hiding the smile in your voice in spite of the worry. Maeve seems to have gotten a little better at least. Thus you bid the lady of the Winter Court farewell and consider your next move.
What do you do?
[] Keep to the plan now with added stealth bomb difussal
[] Call Mab for arbitraton, the Red Court is causing exposure just to grief you
[] Write in
OOC: I thought about breaking this before the conversation with Maeve, but that would have made for a very short update and this way at least you get some more information.