[X] Writein: Call Harry and tell him to tell her, or you will -[X]Empathy Excellency -[X]STUNT: "Harry" you interrupt, elbows on the table between you. "Look. I understand the reasoning. I do. Im not even disputing that its sometimes necessary. Its just that in this case, you're not thinking this through. This...critter" you avoid using the name, "is aimed at you, and as both Chicago's spookyside cop and a known associate of yours for several years, that puts her in the line of fire. I mean, she went to Arctis Tor." You let that statement hang for a moment then continue "The preponderance of evidence suggests she has need to know, even if only so she knows when to tell her people to run away."You pause as another Burger King patron walks past your table, waiting until they are out of earshot before continuing. "Besides, think of how you'd feel if I'd said nothing to you when I figured it out." As he begins to look conflicted, you press your rehetorical advantage. "You trusted her enough to have your back when you came into the heart of Winter's power for my dumbass. Trust that she isnt dumb enough to go looking for an immortal spectre of terror."
[X] Yes, she deserves to know and who knows if those people from the Library of Congress have her back maybe she can do something about it
-[X] Empathy excellency to impress the danger of confronting it without scaring her too much.
-[X] STUNT: You scratch the back of your head, looking embarrassed and apologetic: "Yeah, about that..." you shift your posture, this time looking serious: "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but there is one in the city right now. Has been for months, it seems. It's called a naagloshii, and it's something you literally nuke the site from orbit to deal with, for it's the only way to be sure. Unless you have Navajo medicine men in the force, or can call one from another department that is. Then I'd appreciate backup"
[X] Yes, she deserves to know and who knows if those people from the Library of Congress have her back maybe she can do something about it
-[X] STUNT: You scratch the back of your head, looking embarrassed and apologetic: "Yeah, about that..." you shift your posture, this time looking serious: "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but there is one in the city right now. Has been for months, it seems. It's called a naagloshii, and it's something you literally nuke the site from orbit to deal with, for it's the only way to be sure. Unless you have Navajo medicine men in the force, or can call one from another department that is. Then I'd appreciate backup"