A Bird in the Hand
13th of March 2007 A.D.
There's a lot of things you could say, you could be grand and mysterious and hope that it intrigues, you could be curt and sharp and hope that he's looking for direction. In the end you settle for letting your shoulders slump a little, a mark of very real weariness that he should be feeling even more of. "When your wings grow tired what are you planning to do, hitchhike?"
"That's of no concern to..." he narrow his eye, dropping the affection, but not the spell still unfolding in his soul. "What's it to you?"
"There are others like you, all showed up at the time time, I'm looking for you to keep what almost happened here from happening. I know enough to know it would be very unfortunate indeed if the Denarians had gotten their way."
"Denarians?" comes the question, from the tone almost in spite of himself.
"After the coins, that's where the demons are. I know a wizard who calls them Nickleheads instead though."You flash a smile that only grows when Lydia chines in:
"That's not really accurate though, assuming you take the wheat equivalent value during the reign of Augustus it would be worth about 20 USD, not counting the Fallen Angel, not sure what that would be priced at."
Wiping the blood from his hands he looks at the girl as if she's mad, then he seems to realize she's joking and unsure of what to do with that.
"We're full of useful little facts like that and we are willing to share for free unlike some others I could name who would extract a dear prince for it."
"Oh yeah? Why, out of the goodness of your hearts?"
"Out of a desire not to see someone like you get cornered or worse, snared." Previously you had assumed that someone who Exalted in the presence of a Denarian had some insight into the unseen world, but thinking back now you begin to wonder if you had mistaken affectation for knowledge. "Personally I'd rather not turn on the evening news to find out the real life Sentinel Program is in the works and I'm one of the targets."
"I'd like to see them try," he boasts as the flow of Essence finally acheives the required density, but his will is not yet on it.
With a jerk of your head in the direction of the train and the shell shoked passangers bursting out you say simply: "I wouldn't."
Something almost wild and very much cornered gleams in his eyes: "I don't care! I
can't care, don't you get it!"
"If we save people," the girl who had been until this afternoon Inari Raith says, "something bad will happen. That's not the same as having to go out of our way to put people in danger."
To that Azhi Dahaka narrows his eyes. "How do you know?"
"A whisper," Something of the eerie precision had gone out of her words, but it had been replaced with fervent passion that was if anything even more potent for how raw, how human it was. "A hope. I'd rather think too much of myself than too little."
"That's not..." he doesn't finish the sentece, nor the spell.
While they had been speaking you had taken the moment to call Tiffany, to confirm the success of the meeting and ask about hers. Alas Harry's limitations had caught up with him, the first attempt at the ritual had failed, though it does mean that she is availibile to deal with the consequences of Shaggy's loss of a host. Bezaliel you learn his name is, but you like yours better.
"Are you going to pick me up or are you bringing everyone back here?" your freind asks and there's the rub isn't it. You can trust Silver by asoaciation with Thomas, but do you want to bring someone of little known character and a great deal of power and understanding into you soul? On the other hand just vanishing into the bushes and showing up with Tiffany is going to be hard to explain to the crowd and it's going to leave Harry with one fewer people to do his search with.
What do you do?
[] Bring everyone who may have been infected though your soul and back to New Orleans
[] Bring Tiffany here while Harry continues his next attempt at the ritual
[] Write in
OOC: Enjoy. 
