Sweeping the Scene
13th of January 2007 A.D.
Even though you are tempted to ask something like 'Do we have to pout on another act?' you bite down on the thought center your thoughts and bend a single mote of essence to the task of asking, politely as you may if the spirit of this place is present and the gate closed. "Door's still swinging, we are going to need a new manager before we freeze our tits off," comes the 'charming' reply. At least it is straightforward, another must take the Dragon's place to close the gate that had been set ajar.
Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 8/15 (ATB)
"Alright, Asp of a Thousand Inviolate Plans," you motion to the woman who had gotten her jaw blown off earlier. "Clean this place out all neighboring rooms, if it looks like it might have value to someone I want it in a pile next to the door. Pay special attention to any documents and electronics, you know how that pattern's woven better than I do."
A loud thump of Alexander Harrowmont half-falling half sitting next to the far wall interrupts your thoughts. "Are you hurt?" you ask stitching to English, though there is nothing you can do about the metallic echoes in your voice. Skin of Steel, or in this case of Brass is not just what most people would consider the skin, but every part of you exposed to the air.
"S'alright," he answers, tone giving lie to the words.
Poor guy, when he wished to join the big leagues these were probably not the ones he was imagining, but that's the way the monkey's paw curls. At least Mr Adkin does not look too much the worse for wear in spite of the fact that invocations of faith had failed to summon forth a sign of Ra twice. Maybe he figures his patron saw that you had everything in the bag.
It would not be the first time the sun shone a distant and disinterested light upon the world, the thought crests in your mind like a piece of jetsam of the waves, sunk a moment later.
After briefly considering if the black robed apparition on the spectral raft would be insulted if you made a call before talking to him, he seems very patient, you take out Clippy and ask her for a connection to Von Trier.
"I have good news, we have one half of the opposition leadership in custody and the other half will not be a problem for anyone anymore."
"The tremmor?" she asks without missing a beat.
"That was him," you confirm. "There is probably going to be some lingering instability in the city, not the physical kind, but the major danger is past, you can call off your contingencies now." You take a guess. "Order the planes to land."
"We do not give orders to those kind of forces Miss Carpenter," comes the clipped, official-sounding reply. Then to your surprise she relents: "I was schedualed to meet with the President and the Secretary of Defense at six thirty. It is
good that I no longer must. Do you require cover for unexplained events or remains?"
You open your mouth because you do not, what vampire remains are here you are obviously going to take back to Sanctuary, but this is a chance to clean out the Red Court, the remaining 'loyalists' are suspect given their master's dealings and even if they weren't they still
eat people. The chance to remove what are in some cases known public figures with cover from the gouvernment is tempting. One the other hand letting them live would go some way to establish that you are not
necesarily an enemy of the Red Court when there are greater foes abroad. The world is filled with lesser monsters, being known as someone who would deals fairly with them would be helpful in the war against the Old Ones and their servants.
What do you reply?
[] No, everything has been dealt with
[] Yes, there are still some loose ends to handle
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OOC: There were a lot of things in the winning vote so I went ahead and handled the ones that would take the least time first so you guys can focus on the deathly spirit properly. Also since Molly figured out that he is quite patient.