IC: Extassis, Les Etrangers Beaux Options

[Buddha72]

Bakatare

As you step back into your place, you feel the reassuring weight of the wards settle around you. LA for 3k, never again. As you move deeper into your home you see a small trio of candles lit in the living room. Nestled in the center is a small origami fox.

Moira

You sit backstage, wiping the make up off at a small mirror. The audience was thin but attentive. There's a polite knock at the "dressing room" door, really a small storage closet set aside for you. The door cracks and Wulf's familiar face peers around the edge.

"Flawless as usual love, but while you were performing someone was looking for you. Some NAN fellow, very tribal. Even had one of those feather hats you see in the old country western trids."

You moves in behind and places a small pouch on the table by you.

"He said you worked together, told me to tell you his name was Wind. You both helped a man named James find his home again. He went on saying that the spirits had called to him but something here needed doing so he comes to you looking for help. Gave me that leather pouch, he said you would know what to do. I checked it for any nasties and it's clean. "

He places a tender and chaste kiss on your head and lets himself back out, closing the door behind him.

Paladin

Your phone rings, it's the line for Leo. The smell of incense hangs heavy in the air, he always calls at the right times. Must be something they teach at Fixer school. You exchange the usual pleasantries.

"Listen I need to ask you for a favor. There's a guy in Everett that needs to put together a team and he's asked me for some talent. He asked for you and his assistant Mr. stefan said you would have a friend to bring as well. I won't lie to you here, if i can help Mr. C out my fortunes will take a definite swing up. This guy has connections I could use and helping him means I get an in later. He's paying 5k to just hear his offer. I know your particular tastes and this guy is pro-meta and magic. He has a squeaky clean rep. He takes pains to keep everyone happy and out of his business. Interested?"

Murrey

You find a voice mail waiting for you from Jack Blade.

"Hey Murrey, I have someone looking for a "driver" for a team being thrown together. He works out of a club up in Everett. He's paying 5k for your time, just to hear the offer. Call me if you're interested or have any questions."

Elsewhere

An office richly appointed. The furniture is real wood and hand crafted. The room is awash in warm diffuse light. A gentleman sits behind a desk. His face is warm and open. His clothing straight from the run-ways this year. His hair is shoulder length and pulled back in a pony tail down his back. It's a rich auburn and his eyes a soft green. His skin some Mediterranean blend of olive tones. He is handwriting a letter on real paper. He finishes it and folds it in precise thirds. He seals it with wax and impresses a ring on his right hand into the cooling mass.

A gentle knock at the door.

"Entrez-vous" His voice is firm and has the feel of someone accustomed to being heard.

The door opens and a slim man, in another tres-chic suit enters. He takes a stance on the other side of desk. His hair is short and a honey blond. His skin tan and firm with youth. His hands take a natural shape, clasped at the base of his back. He stands still and relaxed.

"Has everything been arranged Stefan?"

The young mans nods. "Yes, I am just waiting to hear back. I have spoken to the young woman, Iblis, and she seems satisfied with the pace you've set. She should have the rest of the information you need within the hour."

"Good, I have every intention of helping her and her matron. See this is delivered."

Stefan moves forward and takes the letter, departing silently.