hotties in the bar [private:event #1]

Henri had been trying his very very best not to be late, but that one leader wanted to change the time. Again and again and again. As if she didn't see the urgency of the situation.

Still, he was nothing but smiles when he entered their meeting place. He wanted to be positive with the tragedy they were faced with today. He'll be truthful - he felt absolutely terrible. Not only were people dead, but he knew. He knew exactly what had happened.

"Strigoi attack. A little birdie told me that's what they're called. They live in the catacombs in some glorified kingdom." Judah, the kid, was right. He knew. He could have, done something. He knew about vampires, strigoi, and he did nothing. "I... Um, what do we know so far?"

eliza pemberly astrid patenaude

She wonders if being fashionably late is still a valid excuse.

Sure, this was important. But if it was really important, she doubts that it would have really been something that would have been pushed back time and time again. ( Her time is just as precious as anyone else's, but she'll admit that she did no favors in scheduling the meeting either. )

Nose crinkles at the smell of cheap wine and maybe the ever faint twinge of blood from a disagreement gone wrong. Snap, her tasteless bubblegum goes before she quietly approaches a familiar looking bunch. Eliza looks no more like she belongs there than Henri. If the goal was to be inconspicuous, they could check that off as a failure. Arms cross over her chest before her gum snaps again, Astrid listening to the brief discussion before deciding to announce her arrival with an interjection of her own.

"What I 'ear is that they got real tired of playin' nice. They don' look tha' much different than us but they got some kinda ..." She blows another bubble and it snaps again.

"Like a diff'ent kinda magic, y'know. 'M thinkin' maybe th' think they can get away wit' it since not a lotta people care 'bout us. Th' prob'ly got more power 'an us any'ow." It wasn't much of a leap in logic. They were a collective but far from a united front. Besides. The entire social structure was based on the haves and the have-nots. "Any'ow, we should prob'ly keep it on the hush hush." No need to really start a city-wide panic over something they couldn't really explain. (Besides, she doubts much of anyone would understand the situation.)

henri desrosiers eliza pemberly

ah, here comes astrid the one who she finds the most annoying and god awful. something about her irked eliza, but she never could put her finger on what it was. listening to astrid's talk she was basically shot down by henri and of course eliza knew deep down in her heart that henri's probably the most logical out of all of them, or at least for right now.

"well aren't strogoi magical themselves anyhow? we can put them next to the magicians and we wouldn't know the difference." eliza said spitefully. perhaps what she said was going to far when it came down to insulting someone, but it didn't matter since it was just them.

"as for recruitment i'm sucking ass at it. it's hard when i only intermingle with the soldier boys." eliza drawled casually.

NOTE! my internet sucks and my laptop is broken so i'm on my mini ipad. expect shorter and somewhat late response. srry.

He listened quietly to what both of them had to say. They had to coordinate, had to unite, had to come up with one single theory to establish credibility. It was important, of course. Just what this theory was, well, it was to be determined. Henri also tried to ignore the obvious tension between the two other girls in the room. He knew them both well, having to work with them amongst other things, but if they could just put down their differences a little they would all have a better time.

Or so Henri assumed. He was on pretty good terms with both of them, mostly because he didn't have a malicious bone in his body, save for spirits but even then it was more of a wariness than anything. He just wanted the world to be a better place, really. And the resistance was a one-way ticket to that sort of thing.

"My source is one of them. I can't say more, I don't want to endanger anyone, and I've got to be careful since it's such sensitive information..." He wonders if, for a moment, a strigoi might actually hunt him down because he had this information. He really hoped not. In all actually Henri would probably faint, or something like that. "Your guess is as good as mine. I don't know, maybe they're sick of it? I've only met one person who told me little, I don't know what the conditions down there are, what even they are. But the kid looks really beat up..."

He might've said too much, but he was amongst good company. He shrugged. "Yes, let them rest in peace, this tragedy that occurred. Their sacrifice will not go down in vain. It is the commoners they attacked, our people..." He could hardly go on, consumed by emotion and sheer passion.

He too a deep breath, sighed. "Yeah, but at what price did my information come at? I knew about all of this beforehand, but we never got a chance to meet properly before all of this happened. I wonder if it might've been different." Henri was blaming himself harshly for this, even though rationally he couldn't have possibly stopped this.

"You know how the people in Pigalle are. They don't want to get involved, the resistance is too dangerous, the magicians may come. It's the rumors, and the magicians haven't come. It's still difficult, but I think I may be on the cusp of convincing one of my long time friends." He never really did know, and he never really did want to push the subject either. It was sensitive to some people.

"So, we're good with spreading that theory?"

eliza pemberly astrid patenaude if it's confusing it's bc im tired af

Sacrifice. She scoffs, the woman crossing her arms over her chest. A snap of her bubblegum in disgust. "Nothin' 'bout that was a sacrifice. That was murder. Cold-blooded murder." She mumbles under her breath. It was murder. Sacrifice was giving yourself up for a cause. Those people, she thought. Her hand grabs at her shoulder, nails digging into the soft flesh that they found. They didn't deserve that. They weren't sacrificing for shit. They were casualties in a fight that hadn't even begun and God, she wonders what else those people have up their sleeves. There were only three of them as it was.

A tiny rebellion of three and there were tens of people that had died. How many more? Fifty? Sixty? Hundred? How many more would die and be called a sacrifice?

"There's nothin' we could'a done 'bout it, Henri. 'ow could we 'ave known that somethin' like this 'ould happen? Tell th' people that there are some kinda hellish monsters? Things? No one would'a believed us any'ow." She replies. The important thing was that they had any information at all. They could move forward at least. What theory? God, they hadn't done anything. If there was any theories being discussed, it was all in their heads and not with their mouths.

Dijins? Astrid quirks her head, the woman holding up her hand and waving the other for them to stop. "'o one told me anythin' 'bout the dijinns. What are they and 'ow d'you know 'bout them, Liz?" The strigois were just something new. They didn't know anything about them save for what Henri knew about them and that wasn't much save for the fact that they ... what? Ate people. Shit, she didn't know what was going on and what they were dealing with and without the proper explanations; she wasn't going to let the situation move forward in the slightest.

One wrong move and it was all over for them.

eliza pemberly henri desrosiers