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Jack makes the overtures - through Petra, through Guy, through the Sakima if he has to - to get Kindred and Changelings (and perhaps even a Mage?) in a room together, to Talk.
He shows up to the Elysium early, partially to scout the place out and partially just to make sure that he's there to greet people, in dress pants and a sharper than usual buttondown - pale green, with tiny white flowers. His tie's green, too, though much darker, and despite the product in his hair to slick it back it's already a bit tousled, given that he keeps running his hand through it. A notebook rests open in his lap, full of scribbled notes, and he's got his pen in his hand ready to write more.
There is food and drinks prepared on a side table, arranged by Floretta, for those who might need food or want food. A portion of the Bala Cynwyd has been marked has reserved as soon as she was notified of the event. There is an air of calm around the building too, making it harder for tempers to flare out. (-2 to voluntarily got into frenzy, +2 to resist frenzy because of Reason's Salon devotion)
Floretta herself is wearing a lovely black dress, red painted lips and her hair hand loose over her bare shoulders and she looks... significantly taller than people who know her remembers, the heels don't account for everything. She's pacing the area slowly, looking through her trans flag adorned phone as she awaits the guests to arrive. (Face the camera, Blush of Life, Face of Man active)
Petra had a bounce in her step tonight. She'd dressed up in an emerald green dress, and even gilded some of her feathers to match the gold paint job on her talons/fingernails. The little bird had even stuck her flats into her purse when they stepped inside and was going barefoot so her taloned feet weren't constrained by mortal shoes. In spite of her close relationship with Guy, it wasn't often that their world crossed in such a formal manner, and she was clearly excited to check out vampire territory. Arm tucked around Guy's, she visibly brightened to see Floretta there and the heady perfume of warm Spring earth and living things perfumed the air. "Hey! You look so fantastic tonight! It's nice to see you again."
Guy enters the Elysium, dressed up as well, a silk shirt of emerald green and black slacks and shoes, sleeves rolled up and collar unbuttoned to show off a little hard lean muscle on his large frame. He scans the place and walks over to Jack, nodding. “Nice to see you again.”
He smiles softly to Flo, and nods. “You look glamorous, it’s true. Good to see you as well.”
Saagochque, uncharacteristically, is running a little bit late for this particular meeting. She drops out of obfuscate as she's coming through the front door, revealing her excruciatingly gaunt frame wearing a pair of jeans and a light jacket, both of which are covered in blood, like much of the rest of her is. As she comes into the room where the meeting is set to take place she takes stock as she says, "I hope that you'll pardon my appearance. I promise I didn't do it on purpose, intending to make a point. Someone decided to make an attempt on my life on my way here, which is dreadfully inconvenient timing."
With that said she turns to look at Floretta with an apologetic smile. "Keeper, would you be a dear and see to a couple of towels?"(edited)
Floretta nods and quickly runs off to grab towels at the request of the Sakima, making a polite hand gesture toward the others, coming rushing back with a few of them from what seems to be a storage area not too far. "Do you know who decided to make the attempt?" she worries as she hands the towels over.
Guy is slightly agitated by the sudden appearance of blood, laying his hand on Petra’s back. “That’s troublesome...glad to see you here in one piece, though.”
Jack has of course introduced himself to Floretta, though he hasn't picked at any of the food yet, and he gives Petra and Guy a warm, if nervous smile as they walk in. "Green's the color of the evening, mm? I..." His smile falters, and his silhouette flickers as Saagochque appears looking as she does. As she speaks, his silhouette flickers still more, and to the Kindred paying attention, he goes a little pale.
"It's...what Guy said," he says faintly, and takes a breath, though it doesn't seem to steady him quite as much as he'd like.
There's a lanky butch languidly lounging next to Jack in a chair, leaned back. Their leather coat splays open, displaying their machete. It's not brandishing if it's just laying there, after all. Teagan, Jack's bodyguard, apparently, just chillin'. They tip their chin up toward Petra in greeting.
Teagan. Surrounded by vampires. This is fine.
"Is any of it yours?" Petra asked with genuine concern. She hadn't ever actually met Saagochque, and was looking her over for any injuries. She patted Guy's arm absently, then frowned at Jack when he seemed shaken. "Don't pass out on me. It's just a bit of blood."
Vasha could win so many boasting fights with other Guardians after this visit. How many mages get an audience with the regent of the city, nevermind a VIP pass to the Elysium? The answer is surprisingly few. And certainly not a work-a-day contract killer like the Ukrainian.
He's donned his schmoozing Masque, and is dressed like a Russian oligarch. A suit that has more digits in its price tag than stitches of tailoring invested into it, alligator skin shoes with silver toes, and tinted sunglasses that are almost as shiny as whatever product he used to slick back his hair. His silver Orthodox cross is worn bare on his chest, prominently on display due to the plunging neckline of his half-unbuttoned white silk shirt.
On whose authority is he present? Let's just say his marching orders are a bit clangy and jammy.
Saagochque takes an offered towel from Floretta and gives her a smile before starting to wipe blood from her exposed skin. It's a bit late for the clothes she's wearing. Of note is the fact that none of her clothing seems to be damaged, aside from the obvious stains that are likely to be left by so much blood.
"I'm quite fine," she says. "And since the attackers were kindred, this seems to be an internal problem for me to deal with later. Nothing for all of you to worry about, but I'll have to ask the corpses some questions once we're done here."
She takes a few steps toward a chair before she stops. "Maybe I'll just stand, rather than ruin any furniture."
All in all she seems surprisingly blasé about someone trying to kill her. "Should we start with a round of introductions? I know some of you, but not all. I imagine that goes both ways? I'm Saagochque, serving as Sakima elected by the vampires of the city. Chief, you could say, if the term isn't familiar."
"Charming, let me know if you require my assistance in the matter, Sakima." Floretta stashes her phone into a nearby purse, she greets Vasha and Teagan with a smile and nod, motioning to the food. "I've had some food prepared for those who require it. Anything uneaten will go to a local food charity." She then looks to the Sakima "I can have the furniture cleaned or replaced without any problems or waste."
Then, at the suggestion of the Sakima she makes her introduction, she debates the use of her full titles for a brief moment but ultimately decides against it. "I'm Floretta Williams, Keeper of this Elysium, among other things." She moves take a seat nearby Guy.
Guy’s attention sharpens even further at the talk of Kindred attackers, but he stays quiet for the moment, waiting for Flo to make her introductions. “If we’re being informal, Guy Dagenham, Dragon Knight,” he says with a nod to everyone.
"I am Adept Pavlichenko of the Martyr's Tree Consilium, and a representative of the Firebirds Cadre of Rittenhouse Square." Vasha offers a slight bow to the Sakima, almost Prussian in the execution of it. "Should the Sakima desire my investigatory expertise in dealing with the attempt on her life, she will find my fee schedule quite competitive and the results well worth the investment." He rises out of his little obeisance and adjusts his sunglasses with his best and most winning smile. He offers a little wiggle-fingered wave to the non-Sakima individuals present. Hellooo. Petra is given a particularly pleased smile, though the reason for it may not be immediately obvious.
Petra arched an eyebrow at Vasha- or perhaps at his choice of outfits, then grinned. and elbowed Guy. "He's my boyfriend too, which is probably the most important title. I'm Petra Fichette. Spring Healer."
Saagochque does, in fact, seems to find the mention of Guy being Petra's boyfriend to be interesting. She gives Guy a curious look, but it comes with a smile that seems genuine, albeit a bit frightening on her almost skeletal face. "Delightful!" she exclaims. "Have you been hiding this from me, Guy, or is it just a recent development?" Recent in relative terms, anyway.
"It's nice to meet you, Pavlichenko. Any relation to Lady Death?"
Realizing that this is an Important Vampire, Teagan rolls to their feet for a second, hands tucked in their pockets, and nods their head just the once. Their expression is entirely unreadable to the... well, to the everybody except Jack and Petra, actually. Rigid Mask is go. "Teagan, Direct Action motley. I'm Jack's bodyguard." They lounge liquidly once more.
"I think I met you already a while ago, back when the rats were a problems." Floretta says to the attention of Vasha
"None by blood borne, madame, but much in blood spilled. We have a similar taste in prey, she and I." Vasha leaves it at that, lacing his hands behind his back and adopting a diffident smile. The mention of Teagan being a bodyguard wins them a glance and a once over. He doesn't make a secret of it, and tosses them a chin up of respectful greeting before his attention returns to the vampires.
"That's right," Vasha replies to Floretta, "you were under Centralia with us. Impressive work, considering." The fire and the heat he means, not that he'll mention either in this place of all places.
"It's...I'll be fine," Jack says a little absently to Petra, his attention still on Saagochque, and though he visibly relaxes when she explains that it was Kindred who attacked her, he's still flickery to the Changelings in the room, and a little pale to everyone else. He listens to the introductions quietly, turning his pen in his hands, and waits until everyone else has introduced themselves to start speaking.
"I think...everyone knows my name here, at least, but I'm currently speaking with the voice of the Changeling Spring Regent. Normally I do work with the unions in the city, but the Regent's put me up to this, given the situation. Thanks for...all getting together like this, I really appreciate it. And thank you, Floretta, for letting us use this space, it saved me a little work." Floretta gets a small smile, and then Jack clears his throat slightly, and looks down at his notes.
"I uh...don't know how much all of you know about the...situation. To try to make things short, a few weeks ago some fairly high-ranking Changelings were attacked - I think V - Adept Pavilchenko could tell you a little more about the aftermath of what did and didn't and no longer happened, but we managed to obtain a list from the would-be assassin, who is now no longer a danger to any of us. But there may be others, we don't know - but in any case, there were more changelings on the list - as well as Hot Doug and Shiri Touati." He pauses here to let the information settle in.
Guy straightens up a bit when questioned by the Sakima. “Ah, no, it’s been several months now, I wasn’t keeping, I would have mentioned when I came by for...donation. Which I know I’m late for, I’ll rectify that soon.”
He listens to Jack’s explanation, and then frowns, deeper and deeper as the Spring goes on. “Hmm...”
Not one to claim credit where she wasn't meant to get any, she quickly corrects the assumption. "No, I did research, I believe Rena and Guy went to Centralia, but I remember you and Fox, I believe?"
When Jack start speaking, she listens and pays attention to them. "Do we have a reason why they're being targeted?" Floretta then looks to the Sakima quickly. "Do you want me to deliver a warning to Shiri or do you already have it covered?"
When things turn to business, that's where Saagochque's attention goes. When the names from the list are given she seems a little surprised. "Really?" she asks. "I can understand how Shiri might end up on someone's list. They're a bit higher in their profile, and of some prominence in the running of this domain, but Hot Doug? I'm surprised by that choice."
She smiles at Floretta. "If you'd like to let Shiri know, I can do the same for Hot Doug. We should be sure they're both aware they're on someone's hit-list."
Petra wrinkled her nose slightly at the mention of the attack and time rewind, but didn't seem otherwise upset by the incident. "We were really fucking lucky with the Woods. I was one of the first on scene and then..." she gave Vasha a little nod of acknowledgement. "The attack on them wasn't something that could easily be brushed off. If someone else is targeting the people on the hit list we aren't going to get that lucky again."
"The Spring Regent and I think...that someone - or a group of someones - wants to...sour relations between our groups. Maybe even pit us and the Kindred against you Mages," he nods at Vasha there. "Hot Doug's connected to Luci Firth, yeah? She was on the list too. And the Changelings who were attacked were fairly high profile, and well liked, we think it was meant to spark outrage against Mages in general. The assassin was...aligned with a particularly unpleasant group of them, if I understand correctly.
"Obviously, it's in no one's interests here to destabilize any of our communities, we actively want to prevent it, so eh...I've got the go-ahead to work with you all as we're needed - though I may deputize Petra for some of it, if you're okay with that -" He glances to Petra for consent, before turning back to the group at large, "and we're asking to be kept in the loop with anything anyone might find. It takes up too many resources to have to go sniffing around on our own - even if we have good people for it - and we'll all be better off if we pool our resources."
Vasha's cheeks puff out with unspoken words, and he piffles out a lengthy sigh. Lengthy, but rather quiet. He does not immediately offer any explanations, even when he's called out by name as being able to provide more and better testimony about the events being discussed. He twitches a small smile back to Petra as she trails off with her glance his way. A nonverbal 'thank you', perhaps, for her discretion.
"Perhaps I should make account for our involvement in all of this. I may be able to best explain matters, and field questions." It's an offer he's making, apparently. As though his explanation might be thought a burden otherwise.
Floretta discreetly retrieve the trans-colored unicorn adorned phone from her purse and taps on her screen to write a note or a text as the meeting goes on. She set it back face down, on her lap, waiting for further information to come online and see if she has anything to share or a way to help.
"I think that if someone was trying to inspire conflict between our respective populations, perhaps they picked the wrong city," Saagochque says with a shake of her head. "In some places the Kindred might be more prone to flying off the handle at perceived provocation, but I've worked hard to try to ensure that isn't the way we do business in Philadelphia.
Her gaze shifts over to Vasha and she gestures an invitation to him. "Please. Anything you can do to ensure we're as well informed as we should be would be appreciated."
"Deputize me?" Petra seemed caught somewhere between amusement and horror. "To do what? I mean I'll help, sure, but damnit, I'm a doctor, not a Summer warrior. Well. EMT anyways."
“Now they’ve got to deal with us working together, poor bastards,” he says softly.
“Being a diplomat,” he says to Petra.
"That would be helpful, yeah." Jack nods at Vasha, and sits back a little. "But yeah, I agree - definitely the wrong city. It's still probably useful to...get a general word out, that we're wanting to knit our respective communities more tightly into each other, at least for the time being. I...heard, Floretta, you uh...'run the talky stuff' in your particular group." He quotes that particular phrase with a smile.
"Petra, you're dating a vampire, and a pretty high-up one, too - and he just said what I was gonna say," Jack actually huffs out a laugh.
It is at this point that Vasha decided that if the Heralds of the Silver Ladder and the Magisters of the Convocation haven't seen fit share the necessaries with their fellow denizens of the shadows, then he can't rightly be blamed for their lack of promptness. Some of what he's sharing really shouldn't be news to anyone, but it will be.
"The woman that attempted to kill the Woods was an agent of our enemies. A quite powerful one, if I'm being honest. She was working alone, but she had a ridiculous amount of resources at her command. We apprehended her once. She escaped. So the next time we tracked her down, we ended her life. We've collected her corpse, her effects, some of the aforementioned resources, and have them secured."
"The working theory-- that these attacks were meant to disrupt relations --seems to bear out. Since our cold war with these people turned hot, we've seen a marked increase in attacks aimed not at us per se, but at institutions and individuals who might prove useful to our cause. There was another such attack just this past weekend. On a sitting assemblyman, no less. So they're already striking through additional avenues."
"The level of sophistication in these attacks is high, and the amount of resources they're dedicating to them would have us bankrupt after a few short months. No doubt their pockets are deeper than ours are, but this whole operation is growing expensive for them. In terms of magical trinkets, the lives of their operatives, and their mystical power. Which means I expect these attacks to grow more desperate, and less concerned with collateral damage. More intense. Not less."
"We are doing our best to respond to them, to get out ahead of them, but it's like swatting flies with a tennis racket at times." Because they're attacking from a future where everything he'd do he's already done. But this he does not say.
"Yes, but I'm only sleeping withone of them." She flashed a grin at Floretta and Saagochque. "I'm happy to help out, be a link between our people, and keep communication open but just to be clear, I'm not a politician."
"It's more of an academic stuff, I'm very specialized in occult matters that pertains to our condition." Floretta smiles at the way she was introduced, immediately know which of the people could've said it. "I can get a lot of people this information and I can probably get some people to help out. I'm betting Tahmina and Clara would like to at least keep a close eye on the situation too."
She taps her screen a few more times.
"I'm not a politican either, I'm just a union man," Jack says right back to Petra with a grin, though he sobers as Vasha speaks. "How can we help? As I said, I - and to whatever extent, the rest of the Freehold - can work with you to fight back. Or at least get a better idea of how they're doing what they're doing, yeah?"
Saagochque returns to working on cleaning blood off of herself while she listens to Vasha explain what's going on. "Can you tell me anything about the sorts of attacks we might expect? I understand if you can't, because it might reveal too many of your people's secrets."
She pauses to look up and smile at Petra. "That's quite fine. My history with politicians hasn't been the best anyway, and I'm not one myself. I don't need people to offer me fancy words or excessive formality, just good intentions and the truth." She adds a moment later, "and competence."
As she starts cleaning under her nails the best she can she says, "I'm also happy to offer resources to help our neighbors resolve their problems, if there's any way that the kindred can be of assistance. I have some talents for divination that your enemies may be less prepared to counteract, for instance."
Jack's also scribbling down notes in his notebook - he's already turned a page or two.
"Help. Ah. You see. I am a member of a secret society within a secret society with a secret society within the secret society of mages." He says it with an impressively straight face, too, aimed at Jack. "Its purpose is to take the fight to these assholes in particular. The ones who attacked the Woods, I mean to say. We view it as our purpose to protect society as a whole from them. When bystanders are hurt by them-- when others fight them in our place? It's as though we failed a second time." Which implies a first time somewhere back there in the past.
"I can explain how they're doing what they're doing, but it might become a bit ... academic. It has to do with the mutability of the space-time continuum and the non-linear nature of time. I'm happy to try and give that lecture, if you're all wanting to hear it." Now's your warning to wave off the Mage-lecture from a Time Master.
"Oh I am curious about that lecture, but I am not sure if it's going to lead to applicable means of defenses for their targets? Do you know of some ways we could protect ourselves? Divination seems like a good start for it." Floretta says aloud, taking a few more notes.
"I really don't," Petra said firmly. "I didn't really enjoy having things unravel on me, and don't particularly want to revisit it." Petra gave Vasha a sympathetic look. "I get that fighting these fuckers is Your Thing, but when they're coming after us all then it's not your failure if we poke them in the eye too. It's theirs for changing the rules of the game."
"Protection - and some way of knowing at least the skeleton of what's happening, and what could happen, would be really helpful," Jack agrees. "As well as - who's the best person - or people - to...connect with, of the Mages? If there's interest in pooling resources in other ways...?"
“More importantly, even if they are weakened, resource-wise, what are the rest of us’ options for fighting back, beyond just calling a Mage? Ideal scenarios aside, we need at least an inkling of how to defend ourselves.”
"I'd be curious for the lecture as well," Saagochque responds with a dry, rasping laugh.. "Even if it's academic and doesn't actually tell me anything that helps in the current situation. I'm a blood sorcerer, and there's no part of me that isn't curious to learn more about the way that others use magic."
She glances at Guy and nods. "But for now, knowing what my people need to do in order to help ensure their own safety is more important. I can tell people to be cautious, but not everyone listens, and not everyone knows exactly what that entails, when dealing with mages. I'd venture to say most of my people don't."
"They're coming from the future. We're not sure when, precisely. Within our lifetimes, though. Less than thirty years, almost certainly. In that future, it would appear that our side-- the Good Guys, if you will --had got one over on the Bad Guys. So much so that they resorted to striking back through time. Trying to undo our victories, and dismantle the bricks that built the edifice of their defeat. So they have perfect foreknowledge of events they're interceding in. They know our preparations, our communications. They will probably know of this meeting, and may even have a transcript of it as we speak. Hell, they may know how I'm going to end this before I do."
He offers a mirthless chuff of laughter, "It's once they're here that the bets are off, you must understand. The second they re-enter the timeline here, they're as subject to the whims of causality as we are. I would suggest changing your routines regularly. Once a week at the least. Rotate your passwords, similarly, and set up two factor authentication for everything. Pay close attention to newcomers to your communities. Double-check any and all credentials they might present. They will be manufactured, almost assuredly. The more delay you can put between the moment they enter our timeline and when they act, the more uncertainty they're acting on. That's why I'm here and speaking with you all. I would literally never do this. This is so unlike me it's... really. I mean. It's bad, you understand? What I am doing right now? But it's not what I'd normally do, so I'm doing it."
"Be unexpected. Or you'll be predictable to them. Predictable like a book in the hand."
"See, Petra? Now's the time to suddenly be a politician." Jack's laugh is mostly humorless. "I'll get the word out to the Freehold - some of them do all of that, anyway, we're a paranoid bunch. Thank you, Adept," He says the title like he's not quite sure about it, but at least he doesn't slip and call Vasha by a name he didn't introduce here."
“I guess I’ll have to aimlessly wander in new spots,” he says with a chuckle. “How do us night owls prevent simply being hunted in our sleep? Our friends have day jobs, typically, and not all of us can pick a new street corner to sleep under every night.”
"Interesting," Saagochque says with a thoughtful gaze at nothing, across the room. "I wonder if this might be an area where we vampires have more vulnerability than others. The older among us, more than the younger, as we tend to get entrenched in our routines and habits, but we're restricted in other ways as well." She fixes her gaze on Vasha again. "For instance, most of us can't really vary when we sleep and when we wake, since those are guided by the rising and falling of the sun. The where? That's easier to change, but even then the number of viable locations is limited, since we have to avoid all sunlight or having someone stumble upon what would appear to be a corpse." She nods Guy's direction, indicating that he's on the same track.
"I can open up access to some additional resources, but we do still face some unavoidable difficulties when it comes to our routines."
She rolled her eyes at Jack and teased. "No way, Saagochque already implied she eats them for breakfast. Maybe we could focus on using whatever vampy and fae specific abilities we have against them. During the fight against the assassin she managed to deflect all the attacks made against her on me. I managed to wriggle out of the spell with one of our Contracts. They may be from the future, but they can't plan for every contingency they may not even be aware of."
Floretta ponders "There are very, very few solutions for those things, but I might be able to help with the where."
"Except," Vasha says aside to Petra, "once you've used a trick once, it becomes the historical record. The next operative they send will know of it. Their agents here will learn of it. It answers the question I've always had, which is why their intelligence was always so incredible when their agents were so frequently mediocre. Like finding a diamond ring on the finger of the corpse of a homeless person. Incongruous, and tragic at the same moment." He's digressing, and he knows it. He gestures with a hand to ignore that bit.
"So. Yes. You're right. But they will adapt. Keep adapting. So we must continue to adapt, also." Which has him looking between Guy and Segochque with more than a little uncertainty. "I am a millionaire many, many times over and I live like a Serbian fishmonger. I can rent out whole floors of the hotels in town, but that trick will only work for so long before they'll, of course, know that's what we did. A short term solution, but it's what I can offer personally in the short term."
"I might be able to see what the Freehold can put together in the way of safehouses, for additional 'wheres', as it were," Jack muses. "I...all we can hope for is that 'short term' is what we need to catch up to them - or eliminate them entirely." He stands with a stretch and a groan, his joints popping. "Petra - you good to finish out this meeting without me?"
"Can we sic the oneiromancers on them? Find them on the Dreaming Roads and fuck with them that way? Mages don't take those roads, right?" She waved her hands vaguely. She clearly wasn't an oneiromancer herself. "Get enough of an ID on one and our trackers can find them. I'm not a Summer though. I'd personally rather not tank an evil wizard again. I've got a rental property, and an RV with some spaces that could be made lightsafe if people need too." She went over and gave Jack a hug. "Yeah, of course. Take care of yourself, you look tired and I will kick your ass if you wear yourself out and leave this all on me."
"I can help with places to live too. They might not expect that from me either, I just need a few calls to set things uP." Floretta nods and ponders "Might need to do a review of the people I work with before that tho."
"Thank you." Petra gets a slightly relieved smile. "I'll do my best. And...thank all of you. We'll...figure this out. Adept, will you let...whoever you have to...know that we're willing to back all of you in whatever ways we can? Otherwise -" He pulls a card case out of his wallet and hands a business card to Vasha. "Here's everything you need to reach me, if you don't have it already." Floretta gets one too, as does the Sakima, and then Jack brushes his hand against Teagan's shoulder before he starts toward the door.
"See you all around."
Vasha worries at his lip as he stares at Petra, clearly thinking something over. Should he? Shouldn't he?
"I can get you a pretty good ID on one of them. He put the hit on the assemblyman. Attacked our home, nearly killed my wife's mother." Technically true is the best kind of true. "Point being: If you want to try to come at that one sideways, you'd be doing the cause a favor. I can tell you, though, he's not going to be any sort of slouch in his dreams. In fact. Going at him that way would probably be incredibly dangerous. In fact, going after him at all would be. Why am I even saying this?" He laughs, suddenly, a bit manically, and then gestures with his hand, waving the whole idea away.
"Forget I said anything. Ha! Track down Trenchcoat Guy. As if." He shakes his head a little, then adopts that neutral smile of the career diplomat.
(How much radical honesty can Vasha offer before he literally explodes?)
She nodded to Vasha. "I can pass on the information to some of our trackers. I'm not a tracker, for the record. Or an oneiromancer. I'm a healer. I put people back together and occasionally bite back in self defense. But others of us are pretty awesome and love a good hunt." She smiled and leaned back against Guy. She was ridiculously tiny in comparison to him. "I realize both you wizardy people and vampires have your own methods of healing quickly, but I'm always happy to help in that regard too. Please don't hesitate to call on me."
Guy blinks, and then realizes he’s not Trenchcoat Guy. “Renting out spaces and constantly rotating them seems solid, for now. Getting whatever info we can on their agents here and now seems prudent. Learning their vulnerabilities, their patterns. The flip side of vampires being out of the game during the day is that we can be very...patient at night.”
"I'll take some stock of our resources and let you all know if I think we need some additional assistance," Saagochque says. "We'll figure it out." She down at the bloody clothes hanging from her bony frame and then back up. "I'm going to excuse myself to make a couple of phone calls and then get cleaned up. Thank you all for coming to have this discussion, and for making sure that me and my people knew about these threats."
"I'm not certain if your powers of healing would work on us, Petra, but I'm willing to try or witness an attempt, if you ever feel like it." She looks to Vasha "Is there a way to contact you if we have information and questions we need answered?"
"It was nice to meet you!" she told Saagochque cheerfully, then gave Floretta a broad grin. "Guy and I met when I bullied him into letting me patch him up after he got pounded on by one of my people."
"Duly noted," Vasha assures Petra, "but on that note? I should be going. I'm fairly certain I'm going to be in a whole lot of trouble when I report doing this, so if you don't hear from me ever again, it's only because I'm dead." He sketches that slight bow as he had offered once before, and turns to see himself out. All while muttering 'shit shit shit' under his breath as he goes.
"You too, Petra. Good luck keeping Guy in line," Saagochque offers on her way out. "Have a good night, everyone. Stay safe. Feel free to get in touch if you need me." Then, exit!
Guy waves to Saagochque. “Have a good night, and be well. I’ll reach out.”
He nods to Vasha too, and then looks to Flo and Petra. “Well, that was interesting...do we want to talk more? Somewhere else is probably good.”
"What's wrong with here?" Petra protested. "It's a very nice secret hide out. A lot more..." she struggled to find a good word. "a lot more roofed than ours."
"Hmm, I could do a bit of a talk, but I need to clean this up a little bit." Floretta chuckles "This is sort of unusual to have one of you over here, I'd rather not push tradition too far, we could meet back up at Maddy's?"
“Maddy’s sounds good. Petra and I can freshen up a bit while you clean, and meet you there.” He smiles and stands, offering his arm to Petra. “It was nice getting to have you visit, my Songbird.”
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