Patrollogs
(Korina's bargaining)
[Mon Sep 23 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 60F(15C) degrees.
Korina sniffs, tells Nikolai quietly, "I will be around," and walks right out.
Nikolai says "Illyana, will you be coming to meeting with Faelings?"
Isaiah steps in with a demure sway of the hips, like she hadn't properly gotten herself ready for the day, but still work called to her. Sleepily, she scrubs a hand at the base of her left eye, then glances towards the representative of The Faelings. A faint smile, then she's lifting that same hand in a wave that is accompanied by a yawn. "Good morn- oh, afternoon," she decides, the time of day seeming to come to her at the last second, and she quickly corrects herself. "I'm Jayarr, I run the Forged Fortune; I hear you guys have had a few issues with the Fae misbehaving lately. Perhaps we can offer a bit of assistance, for the right price."
"Two fucking meetings at once, blyat," Nikolai sighs, glancing over to Isaiah with some contempt. "It is pity you pick me as representative instead of Korina. She is one of you. She would know right words to say, da? But I think you are still pragmatic, and I can speak that language just fine. Forged Fortune cannot handle real Fae no matter how they posture. Their spirit is just an eidolon. Not even half that powerful Their territories are minimal, if anything, and power base is similar state. I do not even have to sell you on why Hand makes better partnership. You know who we are. We are not upstart cult trying to pose as big dog. It is Hand that holds all the leashes."
Illyana enters slowly. Nodding to Nikolai respectfully, then to Isaiah, she steps upto representative of The Faelings. "Hello." she greets before lowering her voice to conspire conspiratorially. Stepping back, she suggests to representative of The Faelings, "And that exactly is why you should support the Hand." - Argument made, she steps back to lean against a wall, painfully aware that she isn't dressed for this.
Korina nods at representative of Temple Strike Force - it's very polite. Surprisingly - and even suspiciously - so as she makes her way in and takes a nearby seat, staring him down. "I am here to speak for Heralds today," she tells the guy, just so he knows he's not dealing with the Hand instead. Small mercies, right? Maybe he'll agree to it just out of it being the lesser evil. "I have seen the Temple is expanding to Godrealm. It is foolish ambitions. Gods do not give up what they have. You will be like grape, crushed under their foot." She even mimes it, a little pop between thumb and forefinger - even if that's not what she'd /said/.
"If you invest somewhere more /worthwhile/, though... We are changing the Wilds, from Navorost to Navvere and everything in between. There is nothing that will be free of the Empress' grasp. The Temple should invest in places that will benefit from it, da?"
Leaning over to peer into Illyana's eyes for a moment, Nikolai softly swears, "Fucking Dominus. Every time I leave house, I see this spirit skinriding someone." He straightens back up, not wanting to seem too unprofessional amidst business, then murmurs aside in quiet amusement, "Nice pants, Howlett. Very disco."
"Proper research would betray that we are not a cult, but a sect," Isaiah banters back to the representative of The Faelings, her smile unfading as she accepts the challenge of a debate rather than a swing for the fences victory. "It is true that Regan is little more than an Eidolon, but we do not worship him- we oppose him. In fact, as we speak we are working on ways to destroy his influence and the influence of his lineage." She pauses there, waving to Illyana in a friendly fashion when she enters before continuing to compete against Nikolai. "It is more of an 'it', really... I should say. Regan abandoned the notion of gender a long time ago, so forgive me. The position remains the same, however. The corruption and evil of the eidolon must be put to a halt, and as we work against him, we can also work against the Fae and the monsters that torment your people." She shrugs faintly, folding her arms over her chest then. "That being said, we aren't white knights. We're mercenaries. Corruption, evil, it doesn't matter to us so much as how it affects our own. And if you pay us, your problems become our problems. You become our own. Think about it."
There's the fashionably late, and then there's Gabriella. "I'm not too late, am I?" asks the girl, barging in, unaware yet of whom she's going to find inside the room she steps in and barges into like that. She scans around, and looks at whom she thinks is, possibly, the representative she wants to address. Trumping any other conversations that might be going on, she asks, simply, "how would you like to be the first beta tester to my new AI-powered game?"
"Dominus is paying me for floor space. I cant pass up an easy pay day." Illyana nods to Nikolai. "You should teach me how you know that with a look though. It's a useful skill to learn." Snorting, she adds, "I was working on my costume for halloween. Didn't have time to change."
"Ah" Gabriella reads the room. "That person is..." Gabriella actually needs to reach for her phone to figure something out.
Someone comes barging in, last minute, possibly out of time. Dean. Only one person, Nikolai gets a nod of recognition from Dean before he turns narrowed eyes upon the representative, and weighs his options -- evidently there is only two of them. Either to toss the full suitcase he came in with at the Faelings, or not.
Nikolais Bargaining 240924
(Korina's bargaining)
[Mon Sep 23 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 60F(15C) degrees.
Korina sniffs, tells Nikolai quietly, "I will be around," and walks right out.
Nikolai says "Illyana, will you be coming to meeting with Faelings?"
Isaiah steps in with a demure sway of the hips, like she hadn't properly gotten herself ready for the day, but still work called to her. Sleepily, she scrubs a hand at the base of her left eye, then glances towards the representative of The Faelings. A faint smile, then she's lifting that same hand in a wave that is accompanied by a yawn. "Good morn- oh, afternoon," she decides, the time of day seeming to come to her at the last second, and she quickly corrects herself. "I'm Jayarr, I run the Forged Fortune; I hear you guys have had a few issues with the Fae misbehaving lately. Perhaps we can offer a bit of assistance, for the right price."
"Two fucking meetings at once, blyat," Nikolai sighs, glancing over to Isaiah with some contempt. "It is pity you pick me as representative instead of Korina. She is one of you. She would know right words to say, da? But I think you are still pragmatic, and I can speak that language just fine. Forged Fortune cannot handle real Fae no matter how they posture. Their spirit is just an eidolon. Not even half that powerful Their territories are minimal, if anything, and power base is similar state. I do not even have to sell you on why Hand makes better partnership. You know who we are. We are not upstart cult trying to pose as big dog. It is Hand that holds all the leashes."
Illyana enters slowly. Nodding to Nikolai respectfully, then to Isaiah, she steps upto representative of The Faelings. "Hello." she greets before lowering her voice to conspire conspiratorially. Stepping back, she suggests to representative of The Faelings, "And that exactly is why you should support the Hand." - Argument made, she steps back to lean against a wall, painfully aware that she isn't dressed for this.
Korina nods at representative of Temple Strike Force - it's very polite. Surprisingly - and even suspiciously - so as she makes her way in and takes a nearby seat, staring him down. "I am here to speak for Heralds today," she tells the guy, just so he knows he's not dealing with the Hand instead. Small mercies, right? Maybe he'll agree to it just out of it being the lesser evil. "I have seen the Temple is expanding to Godrealm. It is foolish ambitions. Gods do not give up what they have. You will be like grape, crushed under their foot." She even mimes it, a little pop between thumb and forefinger - even if that's not what she'd /said/.
"If you invest somewhere more /worthwhile/, though... We are changing the Wilds, from Navorost to Navvere and everything in between. There is nothing that will be free of the Empress' grasp. The Temple should invest in places that will benefit from it, da?"
Leaning over to peer into Illyana's eyes for a moment, Nikolai softly swears, "Fucking Dominus. Every time I leave house, I see this spirit skinriding someone." He straightens back up, not wanting to seem too unprofessional amidst business, then murmurs aside in quiet amusement, "Nice pants, Howlett. Very disco."
"Proper research would betray that we are not a cult, but a sect," Isaiah banters back to the representative of The Faelings, her smile unfading as she accepts the challenge of a debate rather than a swing for the fences victory. "It is true that Regan is little more than an Eidolon, but we do not worship him- we oppose him. In fact, as we speak we are working on ways to destroy his influence and the influence of his lineage." She pauses there, waving to Illyana in a friendly fashion when she enters before continuing to compete against Nikolai. "It is more of an 'it', really... I should say. Regan abandoned the notion of gender a long time ago, so forgive me. The position remains the same, however. The corruption and evil of the eidolon must be put to a halt, and as we work against him, we can also work against the Fae and the monsters that torment your people." She shrugs faintly, folding her arms over her chest then. "That being said, we aren't white knights. We're mercenaries. Corruption, evil, it doesn't matter to us so much as how it affects our own. And if you pay us, your problems become our problems. You become our own. Think about it."
There's the fashionably late, and then there's Gabriella. "I'm not too late, am I?" asks the girl, barging in, unaware yet of whom she's going to find inside the room she steps in and barges into like that. She scans around, and looks at whom she thinks is, possibly, the representative she wants to address. Trumping any other conversations that might be going on, she asks, simply, "how would you like to be the first beta tester to my new AI-powered game?"
"Dominus is paying me for floor space. I cant pass up an easy pay day." Illyana nods to Nikolai. "You should teach me how you know that with a look though. It's a useful skill to learn." Snorting, she adds, "I was working on my costume for halloween. Didn't have time to change."
"Ah" Gabriella reads the room. "That person is..." Gabriella actually needs to reach for her phone to figure something out.
Someone comes barging in, last minute, possibly out of time. Dean. Only one person, Nikolai gets a nod of recognition from Dean before he turns narrowed eyes upon the representative, and weighs his options -- evidently there is only two of them. Either to toss the full suitcase he came in with at the Faelings, or not.