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Albion sat with his arms crosses, listening to Sayn and Vi talk. Though he wasn't really listening, he was fidgeting, lost in his own little world. Not that it was important for him to listen, he really didn't add anything to these meetings besides his lovely charm (that thought made him grin.) He wasn't interested in anything Vi talked about, or even half of the things Sayn talked about when it was just the two of them. Power, corruption, money...power...he really didn't care about much of that. He just wanted to have a good time.

At least that's what he told himself.

Though when Vi said that one big thing should happen tonight, his interest was piqued and he raised his head just as Niqui grinned like a happy kid who was told they were going to DisneyWorld and threw her arms around Sayn. The sight of that made him laugh and he jumped off the table, throwing his arms around Sayn on the other side, jumping up and down mimicking Niqui. And he was so going to tease her about her ryming later.

"Yeah! Hardcooooore!" he laughed, arms around both. "Let's paint this town red for real!"

((Whoops, sorry about that. I misunderstood the post about the cage.))

Charlie walked into the interogation room and when she paused in front of the cage Marduk said, "Sorry, I can't risk it escaping. Just put it on the inside and let it treat itself with that potion." He sounded rather irritated, even as he continued to comment on Marc's absence.

The human nodded to let him know that she understood his directions and peered into the cage at the sidhe, who was now awake. She pulled a compress from her pocket and opened the bottle to soak the thick surgical cloth with the pungent liquid inside. She held it through the bars for the sidhe to take.

"Just put this on your burn. It might sting a bit, but that's just a sign of the healing process kicking in."



Dom sneezed and covered his nose with one hand. The one downside to many of Charlie's concoctions was their over powering smell, which always managed to make him a bit light-headed thanks to his heightened sense of smell. He turned to Marduk trying to ignore the fuzziness in his head.

"I think Marc is handing this one over. He was taking that woman to registration when we parted at the truck. I didn't say for sure, but I think it's just the three of us on this."

"Just put this on your burn. It might sting a bit, but that's just a sign of the healing process kicking in."

This made Marduk turn his head and look at her. "What the hell are you doing CHarlie?! Get your hand out of there! This sidhe's declared goal is to take over our world, I don't know whats gotten into your head but I don't want you to be taken hostage and this sidhe using you to get his release!" He practically yelled at Charlie and then sat back down looking at Dom.

"I think Marc is handing this one over. He was taking that woman to registration when we parted at the truck. I didn't say for sure, but I think it's just the three of us on this."

"Great.. Just great." He muttered to himself. "I'm still on 'prohbation' or whatever you humans call it for being in trouble but still being on the job. I can't take lead, so if he hands it off we have a historic chemist who seems to have no common sense..." He said glaring at charlie again. "And a truck driving werewolf... great." He said getting more and more frustrated and agitated with every passing moment.

"E-escape? So you're holding me captive?" Each word quivered with pain. Slowly, carefully, Jonathan heaved himself up until he was in a sitting position. If he wasn't trying to act so pitiful, than he might have pointed out, in an irritated tone, that he had a name, you know, but he would have to save his quibbles for when he was free of this iron monstrosity.

With trembling, delicate fingers, he reached out to take the medicine, wincing at the sharp scent stinging his sensitive nose. "T-thank you, your kindness will be remembered..." This much was true. The Fair Folk had a habit of remembering small kindnesses done to them in need, and often form a sort of devotion to the ones who helped them, offering them their every desire. This, of course, usually ends in disaster, though not that the Sidhe in question did not mean well.

But before he could take the medicine, that insolent Flower Fae, (who was assuming the guise of something larger than himself again,) began shouting something about taking over the world, a clearly false accusation, for why would he wish to rule over this desolate area when his beautiful castle and kingdom awaited him?! "'Tis a falsehood!" He shouted, hand over his mouth in shock.

Then a man he hadn't seen before stepped up, taking the healing cloth from the girl, (and not giving it to him, he might add,) and asking him in the rudest tone his name and country of origin! This was almost as bad as the time he was summoned by a gaggle of professors, who endlessly asked him questions about the most unimportant of things. At least that time he had been free. "I am called Jonathan Hollyoak, though you may call me 'your grace'. As for my country, I am the lord of The Castle of Crying Heart, in Elphame. I take it you are as badly educated as the others on this point?" Though he was simply trying to answer questions politely, there was just the slightest hint of haughty patronization in his voice, for he considered everyone in the room as peasants, even Marduk. Especially Marduk, the horrid little mushroom.

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  Vi pulled out a long cigarette from the top drawer of her desk. Over time the naga had hidden packs of these just about everywhere. She lit it while watching the others' reactions and feeling more and more like the organization's designated bad cop figure of the moment. Someone always seemed to get called out for that duty. A pointless one too, because no one really had to listen too hard. Another calm moment with the cigarette passed before it's owner slid over to take Albion's vacated spot on the desk.
  
  "Let's paint this town red for real!"
  
  Vi was glad things were happening, she just wasn't the type for jumping up and down over it. The naga gave a half-smile around the cigarette and shook her head a bit at the two with their arms around Sayn. Vi's dark eyes were averted as she looked for a particular stack of three stapled pages. A bright green 'x' caught her eye.
  
  Green meant go and red meant stop. For the Liberation, putting the green 'X' of go by a name meant they were clear for removal. She pulled out the papers and lifted them briefly, "Here. If anyone's itching for some one-on-one... that's what you might need to find the three targets."

"Bartender another round for me and my friend here!" Hector shouted over the background noise. Drinking on the job is generally frowned apon by most, especially those who are in a business that is as serious as Hector's.

Alcohol slows the mind, dulls the wits and deadens the senses... not to mention what nearly half a bottle of Jack can do to your marksmanship.

For Hector it was more than just a vice. It served several purposes for him. For one, while it closes ones senses to the world around them, it tears down inihibitions, creating new pathways for ones life to travel, and more importantly new pathways for his mind. By blinding himself to the obvious, the profound would need to be found in it's place. Though the thought of using something tht kills braincells as an aid in ascending his thoughts beyond the mortal realm was a joke not lost on him.

More importantly however was the way it silenced that constant nagging doubt that he is not with the goodguys after all. Even worse was the realization that despite the oppositions tendancy to stifle and restrict everything they don't quite understand, they are likely the good guys while he and his allies are motivated by little more then their own selfish desires.

Which led to his next reason, anytime he works with a team, most of them will send him away rather than work with a drunken clown that talks to people that aren't there.

"Buddy, I think you had enough. Nobody is with you, and ain't nobody been there all night." the bartender replies with mild concern in his voice, and a sudden doubt in the wisdom of letting ravers into his club.

That was another purpose of the alcohol. It helped to silence Coyote, who was a good percent of that nagging in the realization that he was not working for the good guys. "I know he's not here... the booze will help keep it that way."

"Many a member of the Fair Folk have been born and died in London, and many more like to stop in for a spell in all the lovely cities this world holds."

"Maybe in a different reality of London, in this world Fae don't die or get born. We were born with the planet, we gave it life, and we die with the planet. One of the only reasons I work with these mortals, to sway them away from killing the magic of the planet." Marduk snapped, still sittng in the chair his arms crossed over his chest and his leg crossed.

"So you see you mortal killable bug person, we will ask the questions and if you don't loose the high and mighty attitude you will get very very cramped very very quickly!" Marduk told Johnathan, redcing the cage to half the size it was when he orginally trapped him for just a few moments before expanding it once more.

"Answer their questions you weak insect. Or so help me you will die here. The worst they can do is throw me out, which at this point would be a blessing." He threatened and then sit back and shut up for Dom and Charlie to finish their interrogation.