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Marduk shut his mouth and did as he was told. He lowered the concealment for Red but kept it for everyone else. He could tell Marc was getting annoyed with him. Snice he was lead on this particular case Marduk bit his lip and let the insults slide, but the war had already been delcared. Time who tell who was superior, Marduk or this 'Johnathan'. Marduk was any if not paitent. He would bide his time on this matter from now on. He'd done enough.

"Well you're the boss on this case Marc." Marduk conceeded.

He did NOT want office duty again. If being quiet and doing as he was told or reflexivly saving a butt or two was to he his place for awhile, he would have to accept it. After all the onl way for him to make progress towards is goal was to be a 'Good boy' By human standards. Stupid magical law. He could wipe the planet of them but nooooo the magic had to have limits. He was bending the rules right now by caging this 'Sidhe' in iron. He'd better not push it.

"There's the iron thing," Marc replied as Charlie started to narrow her search, tossing an index of Middle Eastern orgin out of her way, "but, of course, that's pretty much universal. He says he's a Sidhe, and he's boastful enough for that. He says he's from Crying Heart..." Charlie frowned, not recognizing the name off the top of her head, and closed another thick book with a snap, "you did get that he's calling himself Jonathan Hollyoak, right?"

Her search was narrowing and as she flipped through a Gaelic and Irish index looking for the homes of the most common sidhe, since the British Isles were the original home of that particular beed of faery folk, her frowned increased, not finding any sidhe haven that even traslated to 'Crying Heart'.

"Oh," came Marc's voice after a second of silence, "and he's got really small feet. I mean really small."

Charlie looked up from the index she'd been searching through, reaching the end of the ancient list of sidhe havens. "Hollyoak is a common sidhe surname, but small feet?" she mused, "That's new."

She sat back with a sigh, twisting her chair back and forth, "I'm not finding anything, Marc. No sidhe homes known to man, ancient or modern, can be translated to 'Crying Heart'. And I've never heard of a sidhe with really small feet before. I mean, I could be wrong -- I'm only human -- but I'd say that this guy is either feeding you lies or he's from a completely new breed of fae."

She bit her lower lip as she thought, "Is Marduk with you? Can't he identify who this guy is?"

"Yes Marduk is with me," Marc answered, and Charlie though he sounded rather perturbed by that fact, "and he's being as disagreeable as he ever is. He's also dumped the whatever-he-is in an iron cage, and they're having a jolly old time trading insults. All he's had to say so far is that he's a lesser Fae. Look mare you sure there's nothing about the Castle of Crying Heart? In Elphame? He mentioned it boastfully, and it doesn't sound too outrageous to me... And I'm not sure you understand me about the feet -- they're almost like the toes of those ballet shoe things. Points. Pointes. Whatever. Tiny."

"Elphame?" Charlie repeated, "Well, that's the name used in several Old English texts to refer to the home of the Faeries. Elf-land if you will, which probably originated in Old Norse legends about the home of the elves, known as Alflheim. There's no known location for Elphame in any text, it's just a vague reference. Some view it as a place of benevolence and other see it as evil. Most fae trace their bloodlines back to Elphame, but whether or not it's true is unknown."

She sighed and flicked on her computer, "Let me check the web for something. There has got to be at least one paranormal group out there who has heard of the Castle of Crying Heart."

"Did you say that Marduk is trading insults with this sidhe? That's really strange, usually fae grovel after seeing him."

"If you wanted information all you had to do was ask. But you didn't. Honestly I don't know that much myself. I was born with this planet, nothing with the place this one comes from. I do know the kind though Iron is nearly leathal and so is holy magic. They can't come in contanct with anything of the sort. But thats neither here nor there." Marduk told marc, contemplating the events that were going on.

"And I am not going to trade insults any more. If this one insists that what he says is true then he isn't bound by the same rules as me. Obviously he could be very dangerous if he wants conquest of this world and to be Honest with you Marc, I would be powerless to stop him. You know I can't change the evolution of life on this planet. I barely get away with bending the rules working with the BSPA." Marduk admitted glumpy and shrank even more hoping that Johnathan hadn't hear what he said.

Marc blinked and shook his head as he mentally separated the two conversations. He nodded to Marduk, as he answered Charlie, who had said, with an ironic tone:

"I think I'd bet on the later, not even a sidhe has enough guts to talk that way to one of the 'Father Race',

"Yeah, you wouldn't think so, would you" he shrugged, tugging at his other ear.

"In the end," she said, after a pause, "you'll have to bring him in anyway since he's not registered. Maybe we'll get more out of him then and we'll finally get to the bottom of all this."

"Yeah, I know. Marduk says he can't come up with much either, beyond the usual iron and holy magic stuff. He's... He says he's probably bound by different rules... I take it that means the earth magic stuff things don't apply. If that helps you at all. Jussa sec..."

He covered the mouthpiece, and turned to Red. "Sorry you missed out on the action. Could you buzz for a vehicle? Tell 'em it's an unco-operative fae. Thanks," he smiled.

"Yeah, sorry, Charlie. Nothing still?"

Marduk was doing his best to listen to the phone conversation. It was easier for him becuase he was right on Marc's shoulder. He heard able the dimensional shift.

"She hasn't heard of that?! Thats a basic power of Mistake that most of the powerful magic users can make if they experiment with teleporting to a place they have never been before! Why do you think I don't teleport anywhere I haven't been before. I might try it and end up in a void with no magic. Then I would die for sure!" Marduk told Marc and towards the phone as well. Hopefully they would both hear him. He was at least trying to be helpful this time instead of arrogant as all hell. Once again, anything to avoid office duty.

Marc had move the phone away from his ear a little so that Marduk would be able to hear Charlie's reply more clearly.

This wasn't quite over his head yet -- although the talk about teleportation did make him a little uncomfortable -- but he certainly did not know enough to offer any insight. Instead, he kept his amber eyes affixed on the face of the captive sidhe. Personally, he suspected that this fae was a nobody, talking himself up. He was prepared to accept that he was from the Castle of the Crying Heart; the faerie realms surely hadn't been fully mapped -- was that even possible? Eventually, anyway, there would prove to be a nice, simple explanation for this. It was very, very rare for there not to be.

Aileen had enough. She knew something was there, and obviously they weren't going to make themselves known so in her mind there was only one thing left to do. Force them. Taking a deep breath, that is exactly what she intended to do. Drawing both pistols she aimed in the general direction of where the blast of emotion came from and fired two warning shots. She waited a good thirty seconds and emptied the pistol in her left hand. Reaching for another one under the right side of her jacket, she held it ready. Having at least four weapons on you at all times seemed helpful after all.