A Stillness in the Blood
21st of February 2007 A.D.
Truth be told you're torn. If you didn't have other options, if it was all or nothing then you'd do it for all the hours seem to be getting scarcer every day, but as Thomas shows and Isabela and Olivia too there's short term fixes and long and the short term ones demand service. "Screw me, you could write a fable with this stuff and never run out of musings."
"Come again?" Susan looks a little worried.
"I am a ruler, I command a realm deep in the Nevernever, one that is my soul. This power I have is made to rule, among others it is made to rule spirits incandescent, caustic to the material reality. Some of my people bind these spirits to their bodies with machines, they developed way to render safe a path which was once painful, dangerous to body and mind so now I too can grant it to those who willingly serve. When I speak demons listen and the lesser ones at least," you throw Tiffany a look too brief for anyone else to catch, "cower and obey."
"This is a different thing?" Martin asks, choosing his words with the care of one walking barefoot on a path vipers slither on.
You nod. "As long as you serve me the Hunger will not trouble you and since I was going to ask for some help setting up in South America it has a certain elegance to it. I'm not entirely sure I like myself being elegant with people's souls on the line."
Or knowing this is just the right thing to say the better to set you at ease, you add in your head.
He narrows his eyes. "Ask me something."
"Could you fetch me another drink?"
"What the fuck are you doing... you can't just..." Susan starts.
"Don't." Martin's words are heavy with emotion you hadn't heard from him before. "Don't tell me what I
can't do. You've been in this life what? a decade? You think you've given up your innocence, your humanity because you put a bullet in some poor bastard drug mule's skull in Rio? You have no idea how much you've yet to give, how much you've yet to give."
He gets up from the table gets the drink, a Sprite of all things, turns around almost mechanically. As he comes back he feigns dropping something on the ground... and picks up the bench you and Tiffany are sitting on one handed, an inhuman feat if an inconspicuous one.
"Your face..." Susan chokes out.
She means the tattoos of St Giles, you realize.
"Nothing to see? Good, that would have been mildly awkward to explain." With that he sits down, seemingly having regained his composure at some point between table and vending machine.
"Unlike the White Council the Fellowship has no centralized base, we function on a cell based system. We stand in the devil's own mouth with an understanding that in time we will be swallowed. Passing this information on and having it be believed will take some time though given the investment appears to work remotely...?"
"It does."
"Simply name a favor, there will be plenty who wish to render service to Duchess Ariana's slayer, once they realize what has occurred I can explain the rest. The sudden quiet is impossible to mistake for anything else."
"Well too bad cause I'm not doing it," Susan proclaims loudly.
"Weren't you listening, you don't have to," Tiffany gives a slow, deliberate blink, pulling double duty showing off her very nice eyelashes and expressing disbelief that someone could be this silly.
"Damn it Harry," she rounds on him. "I'm good at this, investigation, profiling, following the money. This is doing good, more than I ever did chasing fucking Bigfoot for the Arcane. I can't just give it up to... to... take care of a kid whose happy where she is, who already
has a mother."
What do you do?
[] Let Harry handle this
[] Point out she does not need vampiric powers to
[] Offer better powers (Inner Darkness Unleashed)
[] Write in
OOC: The drama, it swells. Also Susan has only been doing this for five and a half years, it's just from where Martin is standing he rounds to the decade. 
