Patrollogs
(Emmanuel's bargaining)
[Mon Oct 28 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
"Hallo, hallo," Emmanuel drawls out to representative of FBI as he wanders into the meeting room, closing the door behind himself. He shifts over closer to them, extending his hand in a quick, brief shake, "You are knowing me, hm? You are knowing the Temple. We really are the only group that cares about bringing criminals to justice, hm? The Hand is run by them. The Order is too busy cuddling up with the monsters to find the time to do this. This leaves us, the best option," He opines with a shrug.
"There are many of your compatriots already working with the Temple too, non? Those who have seen the light, or maybe more accurately, the dark, and wanted to do something about it." Emmanuel further notes with a little quirk of the lips. "We have a fresh new roster of talented peoples who are ready to prove themselves, mon ami, so, merci, please, feel free to let us know how we can be helping you."
Emmanuel glances around the largely empty room then, and clucks his tongue softly, "A difficult decision, I am knowing, to support the Temples, or.. no one else." He intones with faint amusement, "I was almost hoping one of the others might show up and waste their time, but this might actually be better." He raises a hand and scratches at his nose then.
Oh, there is going to be some egg on Emmanuel's face if Konstantin ends up managing to convince the FBI fellow. The Frenchman glances over toward him, brows raising, "Oh, Konstantin, wrong room, mon ami. The potato peeling class is being in the southern room, hm?"
Konstantin strides in, a bit dishevelled and garbed for action. He approaches the representative while eyeing Emmanuel with brows raised minutely. "Well well, Emmanuel. My favourite interior designer." Quip delivered, Konstantin turns his attention to the representative fully. "I hope you are not considering this man and his people. Anarchists with no regard for what you defend. Useful tools for dirty work but nothing more. Vetr exists in same conditions as government; wanting stability to prosper. Do not think these 'disruptors' want anything but for to be upsetting this precious peace of ours; the system we have so carefully built." Glancing aside towards Emmanuel for a moment again, Konstantin shakes his head lazily in disdain. "If you have any query, Vetr-corp customer service representative can answer all questions below executive level, or signpost to proper official for higher. We have office in town."
Exchanging a handshake with the representative, Konstantin stretches his arms out by his sides and then crosses them against his chest, looking at Emmanuel with another raise of his brows but otherwise no expression; "You need a class to know how to peel potato, Emmanuel?"
Emmanuels Bargaining 241029
(Emmanuel's bargaining)
[Mon Oct 28 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
"Hallo, hallo," Emmanuel drawls out to representative of FBI as he wanders into the meeting room, closing the door behind himself. He shifts over closer to them, extending his hand in a quick, brief shake, "You are knowing me, hm? You are knowing the Temple. We really are the only group that cares about bringing criminals to justice, hm? The Hand is run by them. The Order is too busy cuddling up with the monsters to find the time to do this. This leaves us, the best option," He opines with a shrug.
"There are many of your compatriots already working with the Temple too, non? Those who have seen the light, or maybe more accurately, the dark, and wanted to do something about it." Emmanuel further notes with a little quirk of the lips. "We have a fresh new roster of talented peoples who are ready to prove themselves, mon ami, so, merci, please, feel free to let us know how we can be helping you."
Emmanuel glances around the largely empty room then, and clucks his tongue softly, "A difficult decision, I am knowing, to support the Temples, or.. no one else." He intones with faint amusement, "I was almost hoping one of the others might show up and waste their time, but this might actually be better." He raises a hand and scratches at his nose then.
Oh, there is going to be some egg on Emmanuel's face if Konstantin ends up managing to convince the FBI fellow. The Frenchman glances over toward him, brows raising, "Oh, Konstantin, wrong room, mon ami. The potato peeling class is being in the southern room, hm?"
Konstantin strides in, a bit dishevelled and garbed for action. He approaches the representative while eyeing Emmanuel with brows raised minutely. "Well well, Emmanuel. My favourite interior designer." Quip delivered, Konstantin turns his attention to the representative fully. "I hope you are not considering this man and his people. Anarchists with no regard for what you defend. Useful tools for dirty work but nothing more. Vetr exists in same conditions as government; wanting stability to prosper. Do not think these 'disruptors' want anything but for to be upsetting this precious peace of ours; the system we have so carefully built." Glancing aside towards Emmanuel for a moment again, Konstantin shakes his head lazily in disdain. "If you have any query, Vetr-corp customer service representative can answer all questions below executive level, or signpost to proper official for higher. We have office in town."
Exchanging a handshake with the representative, Konstantin stretches his arms out by his sides and then crosses them against his chest, looking at Emmanuel with another raise of his brows but otherwise no expression; "You need a class to know how to peel potato, Emmanuel?"