The Trouble with Secrets
31th of October 2006 A.D.
Without even really thinking about it you shake your head. As far as you know the man on the table is a victim of the thing that calls itself Broken Seeker and even if not Lydia does not deserve to be made a vessel of murdered souls for mere convenience. " We have to get him under wards. Your place?"
For her part Lara Raith had already thrown down her napkin, the gesture oddly formal for something that will end up in a dripping puddle of blood. Must be a vampire thing... Yet even as she moves towards the door, purposeful as a ship raising anchor the
other vampire in the roomn hesitates. "I have to clean this up. We open for business in two hours."
"No, you don't." The words have the kind of finality to them you've never used with someone else before, but that is fine. Thomas is not going to get killed for the sake of a hair salon, no one under your watch is going to get killed. "You are
driving." Rather than stand around and argue with him you press a potion to the spy's lips, hoping that it will at least keep his broken bones from skewering his internal organs while he's carried to the car.
From his shuffling he must have looked at Lara, who as one might have guessed offers no comfort. "This is why you hire help that does not balk at seeing a little blood, or better yet let me do it when I offered."
With that the last objections melt away, all four of you mismatched in garb but for all the blood you are wearing, to a lesser or greater extend from the violence of the curse make of onto the curb as the sleek form of Black Rider's chassis pulls up, shield flat against your leg as you scan the area, then lead the way at a brisk pace. Thomas comes behind you, shoulder propping up the barely-conscious form of the watcher as Lydia and Lara bring up the rear.
All the while you stand guard, eyes, ears and senses more arcane sweeping the perfectly normal street with perfectly normal locals going about their day just a few hundred yards away, barely out of sight. Most of the tourists are families with kids, not the more rowdy crowds of costumed people that come out with the shadows of fallen evening. One curly haired boy in a spiderman costume lacking only the mask pulls on his mother's sleeve.
"Mommy, Mommy, is that blood? What are they doing to that man?"
Of course it's not blood, not real blood, his mother assures him, without even turning her head to look down the alleyway where he's pointing. Is she busy, you wonder, annoyed for some reason, or is this one more act of willful blindness, reflexive now as breathing. How many of them would Broken Seeker have to kill before the rest even started to scatter these milling crowds of the mundane? And later what would they recall, a bear maybe, a crazed axeman.
As Lara and Lydia strap the prisoner in the backseat you look right at the kin and place a finger to your lips, a warning yes, but also confirmation that he had seen something strange, something worth remembering, your own small rebellion against the laws and bargains of the one you are to hopefully meet this evening, if you do not get your face mauled by a shape-shifting cannibalistic once-god
"Thomas, floor it." Resting your shield against your knee as the car peels out, you pull out your phone with a sigh, meeting Lara's eyes in the passenger mirror."Okay, cliff notes. A..."
Lara mimics the gesture you had made to the boy, a knowing smile upon the lips behind it. "The car is not warded and our prize is likely as not still a focus of clairvoyance."
She is right, you realize with a start, the more you talk the more you reveal what you know before even speaking to the prisoner the Skinwalker was willing to kill rather than let fall into your hands, but to keep silent, to feign ignorance, you cannot ring the alarm as loudly as you intended. the Jade Dogs of course will do as you say, they are sworn to you, but would the members of Cauldron put their lives and plans on hold, rush into the protection of warded rooms once more at your say so this time without even naming the danger?
[] Give full warnings. Let it know you know and are not afraid
[] Give vague warnings, Lara has a point... and she would probably trust you more if you take her advice and show caution
OOC: As you may have guessed this is the reason I decided to do the update today anyway, the winning vote is very much IC for Molly, but you currently have Lara Raith in the car and she is not so curious about what Molly thinks attacked you that she cannot wait until you are all under wards before hearing it