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At the current moment, Myobu Keima was warming up in his favorite bar with a half-finished glass by one hand and a cigarette placed in another. A cigarette and a drink, maybe a pretty girl by his side-. Those were the things that composed most of his nights nowadays.

He had been a regular here for quite some time now. Originally, he had sought this place out simply because he had wanted a quick drink after a particularly long and nasty day at the bureau, and had found it rather to his liking. Back then, of course, he wasn’t of legal age to drink, and so had had to leave soon before he was found out (two glasses and he was out the door).

He hadn’t put much thought into it though, and the next time he visited was long after he had left the office for good. Until then, he had mostly frequented the more rough and slummy bars, where the workers did not care how old their customers were, provided that they paid when they left and perhaps left a generous tip.

A big difference from the place he was in now.

It wasn’t a very special bar; located two blocks from a large law firm and four from a private school, it attracted customers of usually the upper-middle to upper class. Rain, snow, or shine, the atmosphere was always comfortable and mild. It made the bar a place well-suited for people to congregate and hang out, whether it be public servicemen (and women) seeking to relax after a grueling day at work, students hoping to sneak in a bit of fun into their mundane educational lives, or weary elementals looking to find some sense of normalcy after another encounter with the paranormal.

He managed to see the bartender smiling in his direction, and grinned his trademark foxy simper back. Obviously he had once again been caught looking around; to the workers and other regulars here, he was already quite well known as the resident flirt, a nice but superficial young man who, though well mannered and good company to have around while sharing a drink, was not someone from whom one should hope genuine ‘love’ from. A mildly provocative joke here, a pickup line there, a few looks and a wink, and he would have his companion for the night, and the usual crowd would see Keima walking out the door with some new lady or another. . It was a standing joke in the bar that Mr. Myobu couldn’t hold a relationship for more than a month if his life depended on it, something that did not cease to extract good-natured laughs from familiar faces there, Keima himself included.

"Well the interrogation room is most certainly large enough, but it isn't excatly a sealed iron chamber," Marduk said after a moment, "We'll have to see about expanding the cage I guess."

Charlie nodded, "Well it's not like we have a room completely incased in iron ready for just this type of situation. We'll have to work with what we've got handy." She looked to Dom, "I'll go back to my office and cook up something for his arm."

She turned back to the hall and started to walk back to her office.



Dom nodded in agreement, "In the meantime, Marduk and I will get this sidhe situated. It shouldn't be too hard as long as he stays unconscious."

He watched Charlie begin to walk away and turned to Marduk. "What do you say? Shall we get going?"

Aileen rolled her eyes, fetch, right like I'm some kind of ...my guns! She looked around, but realized that the door was already closed and they had already arrived at wherever their destination was. She tried to remember, until the door opened. "You eaten?" he asked. He even offered his hand. She started at it for a split second. So he wants to play nice now? Is it worth it There was a moment where her thoughts quited. Inwardly, Aileen shrugged. Whatever.

With a genuine smile, she took is had and jumped down. Her feet landed with a thud, she bent with it and then stood her full 5'7". "No, I'm famished. Anything good?"

"Any chance that you could shrink this thing by about foot in width?"

Marduk grinned at the thought. It would make the sidhe uncomfortable and he was just fine with that. He made a gesture with his hand and his wings twittered a bit. The cage warped and waiver before settling back down a foot shorter and a foot narrower.

Marduk wished he could keep the cage like that as punishment to that nasty thing for the names it called him, but no. The mortals wouldn't allow that. So he waited until it was through the door before making the same gesture and it warped and waivered on more time. This time when it settled it went from wall to wall on the mirrored side of the room was as wide as from the mirror to the table and as tall as the ceiling. It would give the sidhe plenty of room. He also added more bars so no section of space between them was more then one inch. He hoped that was small enough to try and prevent the thing from escaping.

Luckily for Dom, he wouldn't have to wait very long, for the crumpled figure at the bottom of the cage finally stirred, a tiny mewling noise alerting the world to its presence. Jonathan's liquid black eyes slowly blinked open, finding themselves looking at the cruel ceiling of the iron cage. "Where have you taken me?" His voice was quiet, despairing. Still as a corpse, he lay at the bottom of his prison, the picture of hopelessness.

In the dark caverns of Jonathan's mind, however, something entirely different was happening. Sure, he was feeling pretty down, but not in the fragile, hopeless, 'pity me' sort of way his outward form was currently projecting. Nay, that was all an elaborately crafted illusion in order to manipulate his captors into freeing him. Sure, he could probably break out himself, but that much mental heavy lifting was tiresome even to think about. Better the easy way out.

He debated adding a subtle influence to the minds of his captors, but decided against it, knowing that at the very least the Flower Fae would more than likely to take notice, and he couldn't risk his plan. So acting abilities alone it was, then, not that these were in any way inferior. Crocodile tears glistening in his eyes, Jonathan waited and observed, the black heart of a wolf beating in his delicate lamb's chest.

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  Vi answered Sayn's comment with a neutral look of her dark brown eyes. "You could say that."
  She wasn't colder than usual or even upset over anything with Aamira. Her body temperature had dropped a little along with the annoyance but that was all and that happened fairly easily. Vi took three long strides across to set the briefcase down on the table. She got a bit antsy if her hands couldn't move when she talked. "There can be more things to do with the media, but that's not really what we have to do tonight. I'm sure something more can come of what we do, but if not then it'll just be more bad press which still works."
  
  Vi shrugged and moved around past Alby to set down behind the desk. She had pushed for trying this, so of course she hoped they could add something new to their repertoire. "I think we all want to get out of here, so here's what I know. We can do whatever we want, as long as certain people and certain targets aren't involved. That still leaves most of the city up for grabs."
  
  The briefcase was opened and the top file selected. "The main points to leave unharmed are here. Certain media buildings and certain science labs. There are three people that do need to be dealt with soon though." Vi paused, tapping the file and wondering if there was anything else she needed to say. "And at least one big thing really should happen tonight. After there's been time for it to hit the news and they've started making promises about being in control of things, then that could be a good moment to follow up with something big again."

Charlie had made it to her office by the time that Dom and Marduk were set up in the interogation room downstairs. The cloud of purple smoke left by Marduk not long before had disappeared. She made a bee-line for the bookshelves at the back of the room, scanning the spines of the worn and ancient books for the one that would have the correct spell for a potion that would heal even the skin of a fae-creature like the sidhe. She found it in an old grimorie, which she opened on the dark counter top in the center of the room.

The pulled the necessary ingredients from the cabnets on the walls, glass and crystal jars clicking as she piled them into her arms. She made the potion in a small stone bowl, following the recipie in the open grimorie until the she added the last ingredient, which caused the entire solution to give off a violent flash before it settled into a dusty powder that faintly carried the scent of rosemary. She pulled the cap off of a bottle of holy water and turned the bowl over the top, watching the powder disolve into the clear liquid.

She twisted the cap back on and left the office, the bottle in one hand as she took the elevator back down to the ground floor. Charlie knocked on the door of interogation room three, waving at Dom when he looked at her through the window in the door between the iron bars. She needed to be let in.