Poisoned Roots
7th of January 2007 A.D.
"We have a problem," Lash's voice was uncharacteristically serious as she walked into the hotel room, a stack of papers in one hand a whole thermos of coffee in the other. Somehow even though she had gone out last night after midnight and not slept a wink she still exuded lazy grace like something out of Caravaggio.
Stop right there Harry, I told myself, I did not need to think of her in terms of painters who imagined gods, it's enough that she'd made some kind of demon pact with a sixteen year old girl, even if she was apparently satisfied with the deal.
If she could read my expression, and to be honest she probably could, she did not comment on it, instead taking out the foremost page in her stack of papers and smoothing it out, a cartoon on sky-blue containing a smiling dinosaur, dodo and between them the outline of a human. The caption over the top in bold lettering read: Visualize Voluntary Human Extinction.
"This is literature for the Voluntary Human Extinction Movement, a brand of particularly idealistic environmentalism that argues that humans should allow themselves to die off so as not to damage the planet anymore than they have. On their own they are harmless enough, quixotic of course, but the most you could accuse them of is being a easy target for those who wish to disparage the wider movements a whole. But the fact that Green Tomorrows has so much of their literature made me suspicious. That is how I found out they are printing more of their own, literature which they are not sharing with outsiders..."
"Then how did you get it?" Michael asks, looking over the papers.
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Please," Lash snorts. "Whatever else they might be these are college students. I can hardly claim to have seduced them out of Albert 'Call me All' Jensen back there. All I did was make vague approving sounds at him for most of the evening. In any case the in-house literature gets worrying fast, esotericism with a Dionysian bent of course I expected that, but there is other stuff that is hard to pick out, the notion that some people are 'karmically superior' which is what makes them capable of miracles and at the same time obliges them to climb a narrowing stair, a great deal of talk about sacrifice and the need to use their gifts for the good of the planet."
"Shit, it's planning to do a Jamestown on these kids." The prospect makes me sick enough to be glad I haven't had breakfast yet.
Lash's lips thin into a line of anger or maybe disgust, it is hard to read her sometime, other than 'that's a no'. "It's not burning anywhere near fast enough for that. If you want people to kill themselves you have to get them to a fever pitch, not this kind of low simmer. I think what we are looking at is prep, training agitators, missionaries, they are about the same thing." She's obviously expecting some kind of reaction from Michael, but when he does not answer she continues. "Moreover I think there are more cells like this across the country, maybe even across the world, we only caught this one since the Trespasser Knight's attempting to make it pull double duty as experimental faith magic laboratory."
"What makes you say that?" Lydia asks, worriedly.
"Because you do not compose the Book of Cthulhu the Tree Hugger for a cult of sixteen people tops. Someone or
something put serious effort and time into this tainted literature and that is a resource everyone values."
"Why hasn't the Archive caught it then?" I prompt, starting to leaf through the papers.
"My guess, because there aren't any red flags in here, many, many yellow ones, enough that if you are
looking for it you can spot it, but picking it out of a blind search..."
"Too many false positives," Lydia offers from the corner. "How does the rabbit hide from the hawk that sees all? In a field of other rabbits."
"Rather less fluffy, but yes," the former,
hopefully-former, Fallen says. "The problem is I have no idea what the second string is."
"Second string?" Michael looks perturbed, though whether at the matter of fact way she's talking about this or at the subject itself I can't say.
"Once you have a strong base you need something else to help them up the pyramid or down the pit, but that's mixing metaphors. The answer can't always be 'tainted changeling who has faith in Things she has no business knowing about'. Those do not grow on trees even in faerie so who normally enlightens, endarkens... no, that is still doesn't work in this language does it?
Anyway who tells the little lambs things that can't be written down?"
"A ghost could do it, make it one of them, make it sincere. Kind of like Jacob Marley fighting for a darker power," Lydia offers, but I'm already shaking my head.
"Some confused kid a few years in his grave? Barely knows how to haunt and swoop around? Nah I don't think the black hats would count on that if they can help it, a nightmare demon, something stealthy, something proven and old or new and made to purpose."
"Regardless we are dealing with an entirely new kind of cult attempting to root itself into groups that have little to no protection," Michael concludes. There is sandness in his eyes yes, but butressed by unhsakable resolve. "We need to deal with Green Tomorrows, destroy the writings while at the same time alerting the relevant authorities."
The Archive is alerted automatically when you link up again. Who else do you alert of the danger of Old One cults among environmental activists?
[] The Holy Order of the Inquisition
[] The White Council
[] The Summer Court
[] The Winter Court
[] The White Court
[] No one else, let the Archive decide if she wants to bring others in
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OOC: Remember some of these people may not have the lightest touch when it comes with dealing with potential Outsider Cults and others may be vulnerable themselves if you put them in contact with one of Nemesis' plots.