Eyes on the Ground, Eyes on the Prize
28th of August 2006 A.D.
You open your mouth to say more, to explain more. Sharing secrets, you had found, is almost as much of a temptation as finding them out. But really what do you
know about these people in the fancy suit and the slightly antiquated dress with the elegant cane, that they are better than Wright? Sure but a head cold would be better than Wright and the rest of the Daedalus goons, they had said all the right things, but are they also going to
do them?
Oh and there is the part where they admitted to having about as much oversight as the Men in Black without even a Will Smith in sight to lighten the mood. "Sorry sorry, got something in my throat..." you quickly take the water from Father Forthil with a pang of guilt at his worried look. Well you could hardly explain that one now could you?
"Excellent, if you need to get in contact with us..." Hyde hands you a card with a bold orange LOC on the front, looking for all the world perfectly mundane as are the emails and phone numbers. Then you notice written in plain blue ink on the back Ms Karin Murphy, CPD, local contact.
Von Trier must have noticed your eyes going to the name: "For all the frustrations of follow up investigations sometimes one finds a pearl foolishly cast before the swine. People like the lieutenant so often lose themselves either to the dangers behind the veil, or to the despair of carrying on a lonely battle. We offered her our support."
"Good, that's good she didn't deserve..." Had she told them about Arctis Tor? Were they testing you all along?
No, but they are testing you now, you realize, the elder Librarian's focus almost a palpable thing, her partner doing his best to look at ease, leaning back in his chair in a way that almost looks rehearsed, no is rehearsed, not specifically maybe not as interrogation techniques or maybe negotiation tactics.
Perhaps you would feel offended by the tactic if you were not presently bending every shadow to listen in, if you were not borrowing a demon's insight in turn. As is you realize three things: that they are not lying about detective Murphy, and goodness knows she could use all the help she can get, that she would never just spill things about the rescue mission to strangers, even helpful ones and thirdly that the librarians must have been OK with that fact, patient. You are not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing.
It's every bit as good as they are Molly, the thought is not as reassuring as it could be. Funny how you would almost be more comfortable with enemies
Once you are back in the car you phone Harry to find him... well not flustered, Harry does not do flustered, but he certainly was not expecting the news about the lieutenant.
"It just says local contact on the card. They didn't give you one? Did they talk to you?"
"Yes, day before yesterday, asked the same sorts of questions, some about what happened Holloween, though from the way they asked about that I have the feeling they already had the wardens' account of it."
"You know you never told
me all the details about Halloween. I had to ask Bob."
"Well
he told you didn't he?" Now he sounds more than a little defensive. About the necromancy? Seriously? It's not like he hurt anyone who did not deserve it. Sue the Tyrannosaurus probably was having more fun than she did in ages, literally.
"Honestly how could you not talk about something so cool? You need a PR department or something."
"Oh yeah I can just see the billboards over the Kennedy Expressway now, me on top of the dinosaur chomping away like an extra in a Conan."
"OK first off I'm pretty sure that the extras don't rate dinosaurs in Conan, that is just for the villains and secondly you know there is a whole community of people out there who are in the know, not just the magic and the fey courts and all that, people who know there are monsters out there. They
felt what was going on last October."
He sighs noisily into the phone. "So they are and they will just scared of me if I talk about it, not good without reason either. Necromancy is seriously bad juju."
You mull that over for a while before replying. It's not like he doesn't have a point, it's just that it isn't anything like as solid of a one as he thinks it is. "You know Batman is more popular than Spiderman."
"Really? How do you know?" Now Harry sounds like he is humoring you.
"Internet surveys," you reply sweetly, knowing you might as well have claimed knowledge of lunar soil samples for all the ability he has to check your sources. "The bad guys are literal people eaters in this case, you would be surprised what most of the ones on the menu would think of as an appropriate solution to deal with them." At the very least the Order of the Cauldron had seen fit to try to recruit you when you had awakened or...
made a dark god.
"Yeah well if I ever need a PR department you are the first person I'll ask."
"You do that Harry," He thinks he's joking, but you are not.
For now however you have another plan, you think as a light rain starts to beat against the windows, September knocking, and with it school again. Get more diamonds for Thomas to sell next month so you can be ready for more major projects.
How do you intend to make diamonds to sell?
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OOC: This has been talked about a lot in the thread so I figure an open ended write in prompt would work, but if you guys want sugestions do not hesitate to ask. 
