Red Dawn Rising
3nd of October 2006 A.D.
Breathing in more than the dawn air, the insight on the wind, you turn to look the detective in the eyes. "I'm not doing this to show off, or playing fast and loose with the law or basic decency for my own convenience" Out of the corner of your eyes you can see Harry and dad nodding along to the eminently reasonable points I'm not a roll now.
Now to inject a bit more empathy into things. God knows I know feels like to be responsible... "I can only imagine how frustrating it is to deal with this stuff from your end, when so much of the supernatural world looks down on mortals and treats them like mushrooms."
Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 7/12
Alas the last word seems to have hit a nerve and not the one you had intended to from the twitch in her jaw.
The grin you had meant to be sharp and knowing comes out a a lot more uncertain. "I've been in the thick of it for essentially no time at all and already I'm impressed by the way you haven't shot someone for giving one 'beyond mortal ken' too many"
"Miss Carpenter," her tone has an edge of warning to it. "I do not need to me managed, get on with it."
For her part Gard seems faintly amused under the mask of professional neutrality, as if to say, 'mortals, what more can you expect of them'. It is probably for the best that Karin Murphy cannot read that expression or she might just arrest the valkyrie for illegal possession of an automatic weapon or something.
"So I realize how big a request it is when I ask you to trust me here. No plan survives contact with the enemy, and the reason I want to avoid the details isn't because I don't trust you or respect your position. It's because something big just changed and just speaking about it could ruin things." Stomach twisting with nausea, you have always hated admitting weakness and getitng a magic crown had not made it any easier you add: "I'm going to ask that you let this go,
for now, because I don't know precisely who or how many people it will be the difference between life and worse than death for yet. Just that it's more than one and I haven't had time to figure out where all the wrong ears are or how loud of a whisper would set them off."
Alas your plea falls of deaf ears, or maybe the head between them just thinks she and her new friends at the Library of Congress know better
"People or vam..." She cuts herself off. But it's not hard to guess what she had been about to say 'vampire' Who gives a shit about the souls of monsters, right? Thankfully you do not have Eiko's iron hard nails or you might have ripped off Black Rider's upholstery. "We'll talk about it later under Harry's wards." The detective says tightly, though her tone turns expectant on the name, hoping that he will provide more than a venue for this... interrogation
In response wizard in question puts his hands in front of his face, like he is warding off a bomb, looking adorably dorky in the process, you cannot help but notice. "Woah there, keep me out of this."
"She's your student isn't she, your apprentice...?" the detective grinds out, almost in spite of herself.
Harry shakes his head, trying to explain. "She learns from me but she's not..."
"I do not usually offer advice unasked, but this once I shall do so that minds can be turned to battle not such misunderstandings," Gard cuts in. From the looks of her she had had quite
enough of this conversation "That girl sitting beside you all of seven and ten years old is a power incarnate. She can only mind herself, in the battles she fights, the secrets she keeps, the plots she weaves. One who was old and wise when mortal men were only just unraveling the riddle of iron has chosen to bargain not compel and behold I am here. If you will not respect the fortune of the young than you aught at least bend an ear to the wisdom of the old, else I fear your fate shall be a bleak one." Those last words might have sounded like a threat, or even bluster but the cold tranquility of her eyes, like mountain lakes untouched by even the whisper of windin that moment Sigrun Gard for what she is, not only a warrior but a seeress.
No one speaks all the way to South Works, each sunken in your thoughts. Given danger the hostages are in you cannot being yourself to care what's going through Karin Murphy's head as you slumber in the depths of tainted water.
Regain 1 Essence -> Now at 8/12
Beyond the chain link fence the rusted buildings rise up like jagged tombstones of the city's industrial ambitions past. The streetlights that still burn orange through most of the city are dead here, though you could not say if it is the work of vampires or merely of the neglect the whole place wears like a ragged blanket. Out of sight, out of mind. What better place for monsters to lurk.
One my one you cycle though the faces of the taken for Gard framed in screens of arsenic bronze that capture every color, every nuance of expression like those stories of cameras steeling souls.
If only I did have their souls, then they would be safe. The sheer strangeness of the thought makes your hand shake above the touch screen, you cannot deny the rightness of it.
Lost 1 Willpower -> Now at 7/9
"What about that J guy?" Harry asks just as you are about to turn to the last picture on the gallery, an empty stroller to ask where the hostages might be found. "He's probably not going to be with the rest."
Make stupid deals, win stupid prizes, if your first uncharitable thought, but that is not what dad would expect, would hope out of you. Can you afford to ask more questions though, potentially to split up more ways?
What questions do you ask?
[] Just the location of the hostages
[] The location of the hostages and J
[] Write in
OOC: The empathy excelency ran out when the scene changed, I figured you guys would want to reup it, but sometimes the dice just want to see interesting times happen.
