Patrollogs
(Solomon's bargaining)
[Tue Apr 9 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 60F(15C) degrees.
"Ah," Solomon says, nodding to Ryan. "Mr. Harris." He turns to look at representative of The Hunters. "I'll be blunt," he tells the man. "We are happy to provide occult intelligence to help you find... worthy targets." There's a significant look at Ryan's direction. "In exchange, you leave alone those we have interest in. I understand you may find the quid pro quo unpleasant," he says. "But in the end... it's a little bit of greased palms that make the world go around, isn't it?"
Sauntering in as he glances at Solomon, Ryan straightens his tie and looks at representative of The Hunters, "Hey there. Ryan Harris from The Order. Just wanted to drop by and talk with you about some support. Now, I know that you all hunt Supernaturals, and me and The Order are a bit squeamish on that front, but what we'll do is work with you on peacekeeping and acquisitions, so that maybe we can find some common ground?"
"You know, there's plenty of other things to hunt in the world that aren't quite so...dangerous and perhaps lethal to you and your associates. We want to protect life and help encourage peace and harmony between everyone." Ryan says with a big smile.
"Just -- out of curiosity," Solomon asks Ryan. "What common ground is there between the Order and those who hunt supernaturals?" He glances between Ryan and someone. "I'll be honest," he says. "I can make a dark bargain with someone that hurts others and helps my interests, but the Order doesn't seem the sort to compromise."
"Just -- out of curiosity," Solomon asks Ryan. "What common ground is there between the Order and those who hunt supernaturals?" He glances between Ryan and representative of The Hunters. "I'll be honest," he says. "I can make a dark bargain with someone that hurts others and helps my interests, but the Order doesn't seem the sort to compromise."
"Miss Bennett," Solomon tells Peyton. "You look good enough to eat." He pauses. "Mr. Harris here was just trying, and failing, to explain how his organization can 'get along' with our friend's here."
"Just that...you know." Ryan says as he leans against the wall, talking with representative of The Hunters and Solomon, "Why are you dealing with the people who hunt your own kind? There's always some that get out of hand, like Bjarne. We can't have Venice coming down on all of us because some idiot ran around and explosed the Supernatural to the Unaware. I think you'll find that The Order has more common ground with many folks that you realize."
"Me?" Solomon shrugs to Ryan. "I would prefer he doesn't, of course," he says, nodding to the representative of The Hunters. "But I have plenty of enemies, Mr. Harris. His organization can be a weapon aimed in the right direction. For instance," he shares. "I know a young godblood woman named Meridith Walker," he tells representative of The Hunters. "I can give you her address."
Ryan smirks as he raises an eyebrow, "Meridith? She's just kind of angry and rude. I don't know why you'd want to give her over to The Hunters."
Peyton struts in nonchalantly, busy on her phone. She smiles a little in a polite sort of, wait one moment, as she untucks a manila folder from under her arm, casually tossing it down on the table before sending off a text or googling something or whatever it is she's doing, and tucking the phone back away. "Well, there is some logic to that." She says, with a sort of kind patience. "I've put together a package I think you'll find appealing." She says, to the delegates. "Y'all would prefer I think, to keep flying below our radar as you have been." She adds, nonchalantly, idly inspecting her perfect manicure.
Solomon tells Ryan, "Miss Walker has decided to oppose the interests of those I represent." A low look behind dark glasses. "When one decides to become a piece on the board -- well. One never knows when someone else will make a move."
Solomons Bargaining 240410
(Solomon's bargaining)
[Tue Apr 9 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 60F(15C) degrees.
"Ah," Solomon says, nodding to Ryan. "Mr. Harris." He turns to look at representative of The Hunters. "I'll be blunt," he tells the man. "We are happy to provide occult intelligence to help you find... worthy targets." There's a significant look at Ryan's direction. "In exchange, you leave alone those we have interest in. I understand you may find the quid pro quo unpleasant," he says. "But in the end... it's a little bit of greased palms that make the world go around, isn't it?"
Sauntering in as he glances at Solomon, Ryan straightens his tie and looks at representative of The Hunters, "Hey there. Ryan Harris from The Order. Just wanted to drop by and talk with you about some support. Now, I know that you all hunt Supernaturals, and me and The Order are a bit squeamish on that front, but what we'll do is work with you on peacekeeping and acquisitions, so that maybe we can find some common ground?"
"You know, there's plenty of other things to hunt in the world that aren't quite so...dangerous and perhaps lethal to you and your associates. We want to protect life and help encourage peace and harmony between everyone." Ryan says with a big smile.
"Just -- out of curiosity," Solomon asks Ryan. "What common ground is there between the Order and those who hunt supernaturals?" He glances between Ryan and someone. "I'll be honest," he says. "I can make a dark bargain with someone that hurts others and helps my interests, but the Order doesn't seem the sort to compromise."
"Just -- out of curiosity," Solomon asks Ryan. "What common ground is there between the Order and those who hunt supernaturals?" He glances between Ryan and representative of The Hunters. "I'll be honest," he says. "I can make a dark bargain with someone that hurts others and helps my interests, but the Order doesn't seem the sort to compromise."
"Miss Bennett," Solomon tells Peyton. "You look good enough to eat." He pauses. "Mr. Harris here was just trying, and failing, to explain how his organization can 'get along' with our friend's here."
"Just that...you know." Ryan says as he leans against the wall, talking with representative of The Hunters and Solomon, "Why are you dealing with the people who hunt your own kind? There's always some that get out of hand, like Bjarne. We can't have Venice coming down on all of us because some idiot ran around and explosed the Supernatural to the Unaware. I think you'll find that The Order has more common ground with many folks that you realize."
"Me?" Solomon shrugs to Ryan. "I would prefer he doesn't, of course," he says, nodding to the representative of The Hunters. "But I have plenty of enemies, Mr. Harris. His organization can be a weapon aimed in the right direction. For instance," he shares. "I know a young godblood woman named Meridith Walker," he tells representative of The Hunters. "I can give you her address."
Ryan smirks as he raises an eyebrow, "Meridith? She's just kind of angry and rude. I don't know why you'd want to give her over to The Hunters."
Peyton struts in nonchalantly, busy on her phone. She smiles a little in a polite sort of, wait one moment, as she untucks a manila folder from under her arm, casually tossing it down on the table before sending off a text or googling something or whatever it is she's doing, and tucking the phone back away. "Well, there is some logic to that." She says, with a sort of kind patience. "I've put together a package I think you'll find appealing." She says, to the delegates. "Y'all would prefer I think, to keep flying below our radar as you have been." She adds, nonchalantly, idly inspecting her perfect manicure.
Solomon tells Ryan, "Miss Walker has decided to oppose the interests of those I represent." A low look behind dark glasses. "When one decides to become a piece on the board -- well. One never knows when someone else will make a move."