[tHEhERETIC]

Originally Posted by Puck

Mitch watches the Ethereals pour into their area and shoots Corat an uneasy glance, murrmering to him "It's almost if they were standing by, waiting for the Baron's summons is it not?" He nods at Ligeia and starts to head towards where they just saw Ted.

Originally Posted by tHEhERETIC

(Laurence and Janus having a conversation)
"So this is our best plan of action, you think? Michael thinks?" Laurence's voice is ever so slightly peevish.

"We do not attack directly, and thus Baal can't counterattack. So goes Balseraph-think. And the Loa are with us, but they are not of us."

Laurence nods to the Baron respectfully. "But there was," he say diplomatically, "some recent difficulty. And you are arguing to lift a thousand-plus year-old ban, for one ethereal."

"Michael convinced us to make one change, and..."

Laurence usually doesn't cut people off when speaking, and it had to take a special skill to cut off an elder Ofanite. "...and we have no payoff yet, except that we're looking at more changes. I understand you appreciate change, but some things must remain. We drove them here for good reason."

He repeats himself, but his voice seems pointed directly at Glen. "We drove them here for good reason. You do not have the power to put them back, but we do, but not without cost. So," he widens his voice to include Sunae. "You as children of Earth--do you know what the gods would do if they could return? Could you bear the consequences? Would you want to? Could you deal with our intervention should it be needed?"

"This has always been about souls and free will," Janus agrees. You don't speak for all of humanity by any right, but right now yours are the opinions we need. Do we set these spirits loose? And how many? "

Originally Posted by tHEhERETIC

Speaking of pursuits…where’s the Hunt? A crash of metal outside is followed by raucous laughter. A peek outside reveals seven motorcycles, seven tough guys and one petite woman who has apparently chosen not to ride the strange fickle steeds. One rider bears a pair of stag horns on his helmet (at least you hope that’s a helmet!) and one rider is shorter and beefier than the other six. It is the latter they are laughing at, for dropping his bike because his feet barely touch the ground.

Originally Posted by Puck

Mitch holds up his hand "Let's not break out the big guns yet. Metaphorically speaking that is." He fold his arms across his chest and stares at Von Galen "Who came with you? Who's coattails did you ride? You're not big enough or important enough to come though on your own."

Originally Posted by ladyarcana55

"Mitch...have you forgotten? When we were chasing the Death God, we were stupid enough to allow Odin to bring his men with him. This one sped away first chance he got. Obviously well planned. So technically, he stole this vessel from Laurence."

"It was a lovely game of six-card monty, but you yourself," Corat addresses Sunae, "pointed out earlier that this," he flicks Von Galen again, "is not one of Laurence's. Laurence puts trackers on his, for one. No, this," flick "was something the ethereals built. At some expense, and with outdated specs. So yeah," flick "answer the nice man's questions."

"You have no idea the expense." He's serious to the point of ominous, despite the circumstances. "Nothing short of a miracle got enough gods together to gather enough Essence to put together this body." A moment of ribaldry. "Everyone, or almost everyone. The Olympians, the Aesir, the Lo---" there are some things he fears even more than present company. "My job was simply to gather followers, Essence...food." He sniffles, hiding what must be terrible fear. "And to wait for further instructions."

"Your plan all along was to run."