Patrollogs
(Emmanuel's bargaining)
[Wed Sep 25 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
"Hallo, hallo," Emmanuel drawls out toward representative of Chinese Intelligence as he wanders into the room, closing the door behind himself. "Now, I am knowing that my people and your people are not always seeing eye to eye, hm? You know, we are not liking the whole genocide, and corruption things, non? Or the terrible working conditions?" Well, that's an interesting tactic on making friends. But Emmanuel persists, "But, there are being some bigger fish around, hm? Monsters that we might focus on more than the naughty-naughty you are doing behind your borders."
"So, why do you not work with us, and lend a little hand, and ears, to our cause, and we'll get around you to after them." Emmanuel continues his thought, pausing to raise a hand and wave over toward Illyana. "Vert Global is a bigger target than your own companies, and organizations, after all, non?"
entering, Illyana nods to Emmanuel, moves over to the representative of Chinese Intelligence and begins with a perfectly indifferent greeting before suggesting, "This is a frenchman. He cant be trusted." A look to Emmanuel suggests 'sorry not sorry' before she goes on. "The Hand has cells across the world with a number of powerful supernaturals who can help you achieve your aims via force, manipulation or subderfuge. We're specially adapted to insure this with groups to task for any possible aim you could seek. I'll not take up your time because you're busy, I'm busy and we both have better things to do." - Half assed efforts made, Illyana steps back, waiting.
"Force, manipulation, and subterfuge, hm?" Emmanuel clucks his tongue gently aside to Illyana, leaving the representative to make up their mind as he elects to focus on the Hand woman now. "What sort of goals do you think the Hand would be helping Chinese intelligence with, cherie?" He queries of Illyana then, canting his head ever so slightly to the side.
Job /well/ done, Illyana leans against a wall, browsing her phone with more interest than she had with the representative. "We really have to stop meeting like this." Illyana tells Emmanuel.
Emmanuel leans a little closer then, lowering his voice to a mock-whisper, as he answers his own question, "It is the death camps." He notes aside to Illyana, and then relaxes into a lean beside her, "Do we? I am supposing so. We should do drinks instead some time, non?"
"It's not my area and I'm just here to do my job." Illyana honestly tells Emmanuel. Removing her sunglasses, she offers a smirk. "I know what they do." the bohemian says in a lower tone, "I don't actually agree with it believe it or not, but this is bigger than me. But your resources would be devoted that way, too. You know that as well as I do. I'm where I am. You're where you are and like it or not, we have to accept the inevitability of less moral people above us. Yours have noble intentions. Mine not so much. I know that. But it's the same execution ultimately. So where does that leave any of us?"
"Well, cherie, the difference is that I am blackmailing them, and you are supporting them." Emmanuel points out with a quirk of the lips, flicking a gaze up and down Illyana as she speaks, "You are looking well today, hm?" He observes then adding, "If you do not agree, and you know that the intent of those you are following is not noble, why follow at all?"
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(Emmanuel's bargaining)
[Wed Sep 25 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
"Hallo, hallo," Emmanuel drawls out toward representative of Chinese Intelligence as he wanders into the room, closing the door behind himself. "Now, I am knowing that my people and your people are not always seeing eye to eye, hm? You know, we are not liking the whole genocide, and corruption things, non? Or the terrible working conditions?" Well, that's an interesting tactic on making friends. But Emmanuel persists, "But, there are being some bigger fish around, hm? Monsters that we might focus on more than the naughty-naughty you are doing behind your borders."
"So, why do you not work with us, and lend a little hand, and ears, to our cause, and we'll get around you to after them." Emmanuel continues his thought, pausing to raise a hand and wave over toward Illyana. "Vert Global is a bigger target than your own companies, and organizations, after all, non?"
entering, Illyana nods to Emmanuel, moves over to the representative of Chinese Intelligence and begins with a perfectly indifferent greeting before suggesting, "This is a frenchman. He cant be trusted." A look to Emmanuel suggests 'sorry not sorry' before she goes on. "The Hand has cells across the world with a number of powerful supernaturals who can help you achieve your aims via force, manipulation or subderfuge. We're specially adapted to insure this with groups to task for any possible aim you could seek. I'll not take up your time because you're busy, I'm busy and we both have better things to do." - Half assed efforts made, Illyana steps back, waiting.
"Force, manipulation, and subterfuge, hm?" Emmanuel clucks his tongue gently aside to Illyana, leaving the representative to make up their mind as he elects to focus on the Hand woman now. "What sort of goals do you think the Hand would be helping Chinese intelligence with, cherie?" He queries of Illyana then, canting his head ever so slightly to the side.
Job /well/ done, Illyana leans against a wall, browsing her phone with more interest than she had with the representative. "We really have to stop meeting like this." Illyana tells Emmanuel.
Emmanuel leans a little closer then, lowering his voice to a mock-whisper, as he answers his own question, "It is the death camps." He notes aside to Illyana, and then relaxes into a lean beside her, "Do we? I am supposing so. We should do drinks instead some time, non?"
"It's not my area and I'm just here to do my job." Illyana honestly tells Emmanuel. Removing her sunglasses, she offers a smirk. "I know what they do." the bohemian says in a lower tone, "I don't actually agree with it believe it or not, but this is bigger than me. But your resources would be devoted that way, too. You know that as well as I do. I'm where I am. You're where you are and like it or not, we have to accept the inevitability of less moral people above us. Yours have noble intentions. Mine not so much. I know that. But it's the same execution ultimately. So where does that leave any of us?"
"Well, cherie, the difference is that I am blackmailing them, and you are supporting them." Emmanuel points out with a quirk of the lips, flicking a gaze up and down Illyana as she speaks, "You are looking well today, hm?" He observes then adding, "If you do not agree, and you know that the intent of those you are following is not noble, why follow at all?"