James lurked in the shadows down the street from everyone and kept an eye out for anything. With a shimmer he took a more normal appearance and walked out the alley. As he walked he skimmed the minds of those he passed by, seeing if anyone was a threat
A few minds bring up ideas of envy towards your suit, even going as far to wonder where you got. Some, very few, think about pulling a gun on for your cash but relent due to the crowded nature of the city at this time, though they may come back. There is something else, scattered throughout the crowd and belonging to those of the most affluent, is the thought of preparations for a party, in honor of the swearing in of the FBI head, a man named Archibald Stanton.
Jessica is not using any hypothetical mind-reading spell that she could have gotten from the lore attached to The Archive, instead using Pure Impeller Bullshit, but she can probably pick up on the subvocalizations of Selena having thoughts. "I'm looking through the paperwork to see if there are people who have come out of nowhere with plans they shouldn't have. If they let it get written down anywhere, I can track them."
Most records you discover don't have anything of great note regarding new peoples. The most is an influx of germans citizens entiring the country illegally. There is something. Scattered throughout your search are several reports of earnings and products belonging to an upcoming and highly profitable company named Charn LLC. with the appearent CEO originally being a woman named Jadis Charn. However, the ownership was recently given over to another woman for a brief period. This woman's named is Natasha Sowilo. The company has started up very recently and have been producing materials that would be common in both the late 20th and 21st century. There biggest seller is a commission with United States Department of Defense for an item dubbed SHAGAHOD.
Actually now that he thinks about it he really shouldn't do that it would raise ring alarm bells for the person who has a paper. Kirby quickly stops the operation and runs up to the lady (
@kittygirl) he saw in the corner of his eye. She was their at the place he was summoned too so surely she has to know something. " Excuse me miss do you know about a pale horse? " he asked.
"Well, there's a registration for 'Actives.' And an important person was murdered. And there are terrorist attacks on the Japanese Embassy. Putting all that together, my best guess is this Pale Horse is a terrorist, an Active, or both. As to what Actives are, I don't know that. But if they're like us then they would have powers comparable to ours. 'Pale Horse' is a reference from the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse I would guess... so, powers related to death and dying?" Selena took a shot in the dark. Keeping her voice down so she wasn't overheard. She already made a mistake talking about scrying in the open and may get forced onto a registration list if anybody overheard. She smiled pleasantly after she was done talking.
The newsie from before looks at you two before taking a cigarette out of his coat pocket and adressing you
@jerry larry "Holy shit what kind of active are you? Never seen one move that fast." He says before a small flame appears above thumb and he lights up. "And the two of yous don't know what a Pale Horse is? I know they're not talked about much, but still... okay, I'll give you this one for free. But you owe me 50 cents for that copy afterward buddy! Pale Horses are like the opposite of healers. Healers get rid of all injury and disease, Pale Horses... they operate by giving their magic through an item. Target picks it up and bam, every disease known to man in an instant. Yeah a healer could halt it, but that doesn't last forever. That happened to 'Black Jack' Pershing, you know, though nobody really spoke about it. So yeah, you die horribly and all that's left is a rotting husk of body. Now tell anyone I said but I think this was inside job. Yep, nobody really liked Hoover anyway, especially not us actives, but the guys who worked for him? Word around claims if they have dropped his body down a mine shaft and walked off scot free, then that's exactly what they'd do."
In a hotel across town, the woman who had identified herself as a pale horse, slips into the apartment given to her. Jadis's touches are all over the place, as the walls, furniture, and decor are stark whites with a sense of
Cold purveying the rooms. She sits in one of the high back, thankfully styled after a throne and let slip the mask of humanity that reflected the woman her 'father' had so tirelessly
Wanted. Her skeletal hands gripped the files that were neatley stacked on her fellow's desk and found an invitation to that delightful little mockery of a ball that was being hosted within a short time as well as the plans for the 'modulated part system' as Envy called it. She scoffed at the reports and thought back to the past. In her world strength was not measured but weapons but by the souls of those who weilded them. She shuddered for a moment, feeling several strong souls enter into her awareness. Everything in her screamed for her to take them and devour them. But, she reined her hunger in. She did not attain her original posistion of power by throwing a tantrum becaue she could not get what she wanted when she arrived, although she would and should have thanked her sister for doing just that in that decrepit kingdom of hers. Half mad as she was, her sister had drawn the further attentions of the knight that could have ruined everything for her. It was a shame that she could not have him kill that thrice damned outsider though. She arose from her position and placed back the mask of humanity that had serviced her and sisters for so long before looking through Jadis's wears. She had to sell a product after all and this party required a certain type of dress.
