In the House of the Hunters
31th of October 2006 A.D.
A thousand considerations go through your head at the sight of the bird, comparing the feel of the magical curse you'd just felt with what you'd sensed previously, and coming to some unpleasant conclusions "Drive it off, Lydia."
You were, as it turns out, wrong about one thing, the power in her hands is not silver fire, not bright thunderbolts. It is a spear, sharp enough to impale beasts that would bestride seas and crush mountains and it is a bleaching upon all that it touches, robbing colors as it does light along its inexorable path between the still open window and the false bird above. Where it strikes the fathers melt away, not burned but turned to dust. like they had aged and the flesh under it mummified. If there had been any doubt in your mind that this was no ordinary bird it is dismissed when it keeps flying possibly in defiance of the principles of aerodynamics, certainty those of biology. It wheels and wings its way back among the stands of defiantly green-clad willows from whence it had come as Thomas maneuvers adroitly around the van towards the house.
A dozen feet from the site of the near crash a motorcyclist is sprawled on the asphalt, groaning and moving weakly, he'd obviously been thrown when the bike had stopped working, but thankfully he had not hit anything 'just' fallen over when he had overbalanced and slid to s stop. His leg's probably broken.
There's a part of you that wants to get out and help, but even if you were not heading out to deliver a prisoner, something the others can admittedly do on their own, you are delivering prisoners of Chateaux Raith, the heart of the White Court's power, in the presence of its uncrowned queen. She's sure to take sympathy for weakness which would ruin the show you had put on for her so far and which seems to be working. That is a good thing, you assure yourself, wishing all the while it did not sound so much like a question under the eye of the decorative gargoyles
Who the heck has decorative gargoyles perched on the posts either side of the to the gate to their home? The same people no doubt who think turrets and cournices are a good idea no doubt. Oh certainly the lolling black tongues of and curling demonic horns add to the atmosphere of old wold menace to go with the servants on dark red jackets and security who are doing nothing to hide the fact that they are conceal carrying, but it all has the feeling of facade to it, like the world's most expensive movie set.
"I assume you will want to participate in the interrogation?" Lara asks as she presses the prisoner into the hands of her servants. She is looking at a point roughly equidistant between you and Lydia, but it is clear from her posture that she is expecting you to answer. Have I given the impression that Lydia is my vassal by 'instructing' her to shoot, you wonder, throwing the younger girl an apologetic look.
"That seems like the best compromise, it concerns all four of us," She says stepping onto the hardwood floor of the entrance hall with a thunk of substantial but stylish wedge heels
Inside the place keeps to theme, marble statues serene between the rushing people, like a turned over anthill, forewwarned of the danger, suits of armor polished to a mirror shine reflecting pale too beautiful faces not drawn with worry. Somehow you do not think they would appreciate the fact that you have to consciously stop yourself from looking around for a ticket booth for
Vamp World, the new and exclusive theme-park. "I'll stay here, help hold off any attack..."
The thought occurs that you could ask for the timeline of any attack and thus if any would be forthcoming, but it would cost one more mote of power and right now fifteen minutes seems like an eternity even if you were willing to show off the ability to the White Court which you mostly are not.
What do you do?
[] Use the crown on the Estate itself to find the timeline of an attack
[] Head off at once to interrogate the prisoner with Lara, save your power for later
[] Write in
OOC: Molly is a lot less impressed with Chateaux Raith than Harry was in canon because you guys gave her heroic level crafting, she knows how all this stuff was put together and could probably do better, but at the same time a place of power that only feigns mundane defensiveness and is not an actual castle offends something at the back of her Exalted sensibilities she cannot name.