MISSION: Stormfront

[Requine]

The man is nearly twice the size of Grace, his face covered in a tattoo of a gold skull.

Despite this, there's not much fight in him - largely on account of the strangling.

"Been better," he grunts, getting to his knees.

 

[The Mereland]

"...That is a shame, sir." She pauses, adding, "...So do you feel like making this easy or..." At no point does she drop her cheery, sunshine-nothing-is-wrong tone, excepting the oddly genuine exclamation of it being a shame.

 

[Requine]

"I'd love to give you guys answers if you want to shoot me a question." He grunts. He seems far more cooperative than your average goon.

 

[Amalekite]

From Grace's perspective, the tendril around a throat relaxes; and then another one shoots through the wall, wrapping around an upper thigh, pulling it to the wall, as his neck is released.

 

[The Mereland]

"Let's start with the plain n' obvious: Wha'cha here for?"

 

[Requine]

"Here to pick up a shipment. Heard Max talking through the door, wanted to make sure she wasn't in any shit."

 

[The Mereland]

"...That all?" She pauses, thinking. "..Alright. So what're y'all usin' this for."

 

[Requine]

"We send 'em to our boss. She wants a demon, y'see, so she's trying to get stuff that people who have demons would be interested in trading for. You lot have a demon?"

 

[The Mereland]

Grace stares at him for a moment, trying to figure out if he is messing with her or not. No one is just this open about stuff. "...Who just has those lying around? Why would anyone- that's a terrible idea."

 

[Requine]

He just shrugs and half-smiles.

 

[The Mereland]

"..Oi, Mr.White, you wanna come help me bring him in," she calls into the room. "..Or Mr.DeWitt, I am not particular." She looks at first Calden, then Derek.

 

[Sarah Willis]

"Technically, I have a demon, but she just shits in my boy's coffee, so no, you can't have Jacka." Sarah shrugs, casually running the 9 inches of hideous fucked up knife along her own jawline. "Shit-ass electrolysis is shit," she murmurs above the quiet scraping sound.

 

[Amalekite]

On the far side of the wall, Calden tilts his head at Sarah, grinning when Grace uses the names, a sort of I taught her that.

 

[Requine]

When Max sees her contact, she goes pale. The contact, on the other hand, seems determined to seem unimpressed by your whole act. He sprawls out on the couch and offers you all a lazy grin. "Look, the Syndicate's making major ground in Toronto. We got nothin' to hide."

 

[The Mereland]

"I cannot get over how cooperative you are. Like you're not worried we might go bananas and try to murder you?"

 

[Requine]

"Y'know what happens to Syndicate members at my rank who act all tough and go, oh fuck you, who are you, an Illuminati, ohhh I'm so scared? They get turned into a smear on the wall, because chances are, YEAH, IT WAS AN ILLUMINATI."

 

[The Mereland]

She laughs out loud. "I like you," she decides. "You know anything about the kind of demon they're trying to get hold of," she inquires as she steps a little closer - no point in talking across a room. She clicks the door shut before she moves.

 

[Requine]

"Yeah, a big one. There's a runt being held by some Illuminati agent - was that your Jacka? But the boss wants something big and world ruin-y. Which is weird, but hey, I ain't the boss."

 

[The Mereland]

"..Okay, level with me here, guy. Is it just me or is that a pissing-on-your-own-doorstep plan. Like what? You live on the world."

 

[Requine]

"Jolicoeur is kind of, uh, problematic like that. Lots of people want to boot her out. Me? As long as my cheque clears, I'm happy."