Patrollogs
(Isaiah's bargaining)
[Mon Aug 5 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 70F(21C) degrees.
Fayad enters, quietly shaking off the worst of the storm as he does. The man hesitates upon seeing Isaiah here, squinting as if trying to vaguely recollect where he recognizes Isaiah from.
Isaiah's eyes drift from representative of Interpol to someone with a nod of his head, recognition there, though he doesn't quite speak on it. Instead, his attention is snagged by Harriet before he can speak, and he offers her a polite smile that eventually becomes a nod of greeting to Kittie and Ash.
Isaiah's eyes drift from representative of Interpol to Fayad with a nod of his head, recognition there, though he doesn't quite speak on it. Instead, his attention is snagged by Harriet before he can speak, and he offers her a polite smile that eventually becomes a nod of greeting to Kittie and Ash.
Ash says "Hello, hello! What a wet day."
Fayad approaches representative of Interpol on his turn to make his case to the agent, spinning a rough, poorly put together and frankly feeble attempt to convince them of anarchistic ideals, such as the fact that some crimes are 'worth doing' and that it would be in representative of Interpol's best interest to look the other way when things like what happened to the Rushell Industries building the other day in New York occur.
Kittie enters, nodding to the gathering already in place. To the representative, she shakes hands, exchanging pleasantries.
Harriet enters the room, her heels ever clicking and clacking against the hard floor beneath as she nods to Kittie, then to Isaiah, and finally to Fayad and Ash. Her attention then shifts to a representative of Interpol and she greets him warmly, "Good evening, it's truly a pleasure to see you again. I know you remember what we have previously spoken about, and my offer still stands."
Harriet steps back from a representative of Interpol once they've gone over a few more details quietly, and she moves herself aside.
For a while Isaiah's gaze follows Ash around as they walk, eventually shaken enough from that eerie fixation to reply, "Hey. Good evening... Hella fucking wet," with a strong Boston accent that overshadows the faint sound of Brummie, and even Havenite it competes against. He smiles, and then he trails his gaze back to representative of Interpol, posting himself up against a wall and texting as he allows the others to take their turns.
Fayad moves to the side of the room and wrings out a dull blue handkerchief he retrieves from a pocket, creating a small puddle in the corner. That'll probably cause water damage if not wiped up later.
Ash waves to everyone, before speaking to the representative of Interpol directly. "I'm glad I made it in time. I'm Ash Starling, a pleasure, I hope." They step forward to take his hand next, giving it a short, firm shake. After letting Harriet speak, they announce, "Shall we begin? I'm here to tell you about your next best decision you can make today. And that is making a deal with the Hand. Yes, today is when you decide that, when you need to handle supernatural affairs, the only group that comes to mind will be the Hand." They swing their arms wide, grinning. "The Temple? They don't *work with* the supernatural community, they will destroy it - and destroy every establishment maintained by them - which includes yours, and most government. They world would burn, and that's not what *most* of us want." They glance aside to Fayad. "No, what you want is the community *managed*, so that you can handle what needs handling smoothly, easily. And no one Hand-les better than the Hand, am I right?"
Fayad retorts to that diatribe when he's given a look with a swift "The system's working exactly as intended, and that's why it needs to be destroyed," the dimuntive man grumbling faintly.
Harriet raises both of her naturally arched eyebrows as she listens to Ash trying to sell their claims to the representative of Interpol. Her arms slip back, slender hands clasping to rest against the small of her back as she waits quietly and patiently.
Ash goes on, then, about the benefit of having the Hand handle any supernatural bumps in the road. "We have agents everywhere who can handle your cases where your agents aren't sufficiently trained to handle it. We have arcanists and soldiers, we have experts in the field who can direct your people - if you don't just let us take care of it for you. Swift, easy, and as always, professional. We don't make promises we can't keep, so when we say that we can do it, we *will* do it, with the skill and aplomb our most ancient society is known for." They then turn to Kittie, nodding to her to speak, and quickly.
Kittie allows everyone else the chance to speak past opening introductions before getting down to business, though she shoots Fayad a look, brows raised at the less-than-subtle pitch. Once it's her turn once more though, she converses with the representative quietly before stepping back, nodding to Ash as though she knows exactly what she's doing and isn't making it up as she goes along- Seemingly convincing though, at least to herself. If nothing else, she's enjoying herself, though it's possible there's more going on as she weighs in with some of Ash's points, running further with what's said, with all the self-assured confidence of an english woman in a social situation.
Fayads Bargaining 240806
(Isaiah's bargaining)
[Mon Aug 5 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 70F(21C) degrees.
Fayad enters, quietly shaking off the worst of the storm as he does. The man hesitates upon seeing Isaiah here, squinting as if trying to vaguely recollect where he recognizes Isaiah from.
Isaiah's eyes drift from representative of Interpol to someone with a nod of his head, recognition there, though he doesn't quite speak on it. Instead, his attention is snagged by Harriet before he can speak, and he offers her a polite smile that eventually becomes a nod of greeting to Kittie and Ash.
Isaiah's eyes drift from representative of Interpol to Fayad with a nod of his head, recognition there, though he doesn't quite speak on it. Instead, his attention is snagged by Harriet before he can speak, and he offers her a polite smile that eventually becomes a nod of greeting to Kittie and Ash.
Ash says "Hello, hello! What a wet day."
Fayad approaches representative of Interpol on his turn to make his case to the agent, spinning a rough, poorly put together and frankly feeble attempt to convince them of anarchistic ideals, such as the fact that some crimes are 'worth doing' and that it would be in representative of Interpol's best interest to look the other way when things like what happened to the Rushell Industries building the other day in New York occur.
Kittie enters, nodding to the gathering already in place. To the representative, she shakes hands, exchanging pleasantries.
Harriet enters the room, her heels ever clicking and clacking against the hard floor beneath as she nods to Kittie, then to Isaiah, and finally to Fayad and Ash. Her attention then shifts to a representative of Interpol and she greets him warmly, "Good evening, it's truly a pleasure to see you again. I know you remember what we have previously spoken about, and my offer still stands."
Harriet steps back from a representative of Interpol once they've gone over a few more details quietly, and she moves herself aside.
For a while Isaiah's gaze follows Ash around as they walk, eventually shaken enough from that eerie fixation to reply, "Hey. Good evening... Hella fucking wet," with a strong Boston accent that overshadows the faint sound of Brummie, and even Havenite it competes against. He smiles, and then he trails his gaze back to representative of Interpol, posting himself up against a wall and texting as he allows the others to take their turns.
Fayad moves to the side of the room and wrings out a dull blue handkerchief he retrieves from a pocket, creating a small puddle in the corner. That'll probably cause water damage if not wiped up later.
Ash waves to everyone, before speaking to the representative of Interpol directly. "I'm glad I made it in time. I'm Ash Starling, a pleasure, I hope." They step forward to take his hand next, giving it a short, firm shake. After letting Harriet speak, they announce, "Shall we begin? I'm here to tell you about your next best decision you can make today. And that is making a deal with the Hand. Yes, today is when you decide that, when you need to handle supernatural affairs, the only group that comes to mind will be the Hand." They swing their arms wide, grinning. "The Temple? They don't *work with* the supernatural community, they will destroy it - and destroy every establishment maintained by them - which includes yours, and most government. They world would burn, and that's not what *most* of us want." They glance aside to Fayad. "No, what you want is the community *managed*, so that you can handle what needs handling smoothly, easily. And no one Hand-les better than the Hand, am I right?"
Fayad retorts to that diatribe when he's given a look with a swift "The system's working exactly as intended, and that's why it needs to be destroyed," the dimuntive man grumbling faintly.
Harriet raises both of her naturally arched eyebrows as she listens to Ash trying to sell their claims to the representative of Interpol. Her arms slip back, slender hands clasping to rest against the small of her back as she waits quietly and patiently.
Ash goes on, then, about the benefit of having the Hand handle any supernatural bumps in the road. "We have agents everywhere who can handle your cases where your agents aren't sufficiently trained to handle it. We have arcanists and soldiers, we have experts in the field who can direct your people - if you don't just let us take care of it for you. Swift, easy, and as always, professional. We don't make promises we can't keep, so when we say that we can do it, we *will* do it, with the skill and aplomb our most ancient society is known for." They then turn to Kittie, nodding to her to speak, and quickly.
Kittie allows everyone else the chance to speak past opening introductions before getting down to business, though she shoots Fayad a look, brows raised at the less-than-subtle pitch. Once it's her turn once more though, she converses with the representative quietly before stepping back, nodding to Ash as though she knows exactly what she's doing and isn't making it up as she goes along- Seemingly convincing though, at least to herself. If nothing else, she's enjoying herself, though it's possible there's more going on as she weighs in with some of Ash's points, running further with what's said, with all the self-assured confidence of an english woman in a social situation.