Chapter 9: The God that Failed

[Tuesday DeCastro]

"Where is the paper printed?" Tuesday asked. She wondered how gesturing out the window and back to the paper asked that. She mentally shrugged.

"I don't know where its printed." She lied simply. She knew that if he suspected even for a moment that she was lying he would probably cut her again, and this time she was waiting for the sword to come down on her, expecting it, so she could at least move out of the way.

[Markus Dunstan]

Markus wasted no time, he immediately began to circle her and start slashing again. Some times he ment to hit her, other times he intentionally missed, but did his best to slide the blades so close she could feel the air parting near her. She knew the question now.

But did she know the answer? Markus considered the idea that she honestly didn't know entirely possible, but what was the harm in continuing? It seemed a rather logical combination to him, regardless, the measured cuts slowed and he stood there, staring at her. What if she didn't know?

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday had seen the swords coming, and did her best to muster up what was left of her energy and lunged out of the way. However, he did manage to add another slice to her back, and a particularly long, nasty one to her leg. She considered running, but she knew that the chances of her even beating him out of the room were slim to none, not to mention she would have to wait for the elevator, and by then he would've gotten her.

Hot, angry, painful tears formed in her eyes, and she bit her lip. She was angry that he had found her, angry that she was in this situation, and in pain. She had never been cut by a sword before, and it hurt.

She looked up at him. Although his face was hidden behind a gas mask, his body language seemed unsure. Was he perhaps believing her? There was a chance that he was, and Tuesday was going to cling to that chance. "I really don't know." She said. "I can't be trusted with the location yet. I'm a new member." Really, she isn't all that new, but if he would believe that she didn't know where the papers were printed, he probably didn't know how long she'd been a member of her party.

[Markus Dunstan]

Markus was at the end of his rope. Better just kill her, he decides. He approaches her and raises both his blades...then stops. She wouldn't tell him..

Markus suddenly turned and bolted towards the window, throwing himself out of it. He cut himself on the wall and crawled upwards, spider like.

If he followed her, and stuck to the shadows, maybe she'd lead him somewhere of interest

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday screwed her eyes shut and cowered when he raised both his swords. And to think, she had been almost certain that she'd be able to get out of this alive. For a gruesome moment, she wonders what death will feel like. She waits to feel the blades cutting through her, but the sensation never comes.

She opened one eye, and watched in wonder as he jumped out the window. She opened the other eye, and stood up, closing and locking it, before locking the door to the hotel room. She takes a shower, and cleans her wounds, before returning to her bed.

She plans on finding a different place to stay, as someone now knew where she was. Someone who had not only chased her through Genetech, but had also cornered Tuesday in her hotel room, and nearly killed her. She wondered why he hadn't. But for now, it was late, and she was tired. She needed to rest.

[Maeve Cullen]

Maeve thought back on their conversation, trying to recall if Tuesday had said where she lived or was staying. "I don't know, from what she told me, she moved around a lot. I don't think she'd head back to Allwhere or Cuba, though." It wasn't much, but at least two locations were out of the way. "And I doubt she'd stay in Ireland after this."

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei nodded slowly, then shrugged.

"She didn't leave a number with you?" He asks, then thinks.

Nothing really came to him. Where else would somone like Tuesday go?

"Well, she was probably looking for Malak. She mentioned talking to some of the people in her party. Where are they located?"

["Niel" Samuelson]

The hesitation had been too much. Elsewise he might have believed her. He couldn't think of a single time he'd seen any painting that wasn't dedicated to Manalism, so one day he'd enjoy seeing what non-Manalist considered real art and maybe find the appeal in the matter.

"The church does not give you much room for artistic licence." He tried out a weak smile, sort of encouraging and conspiratorial. "I would love to return in the future and see your non-devotional art projects, Linnea. If I might be so bold, I would love to see what you could really do."

He'd have to bring up S.O.T.A. and Keitoleinen soon.

[Linnea Korpela]

Linnea looked at him with a blank look.
"I don't know what your talking about. The church gives me tons of room of artistic license," this guy has to be a manalist, it was nearly the same thing that Tristian had said and she fell completely for what he told her.
But she considered his offer, if she wasn't suspecting him as a loyal manalist she would have already taken the offer.
She heard a knock on the door, she turned to look out the window down to the street below. On the sidewalk she saw a young man with whitish hair.
"Excuse me for a moment," she turned to Neil. "There is someone downstairs."
Going downstairs through the gallery she answered the door.
"Hi. May I help you?"

[Pyry Korpela]

He notices someone at the window opening the shades soon he hears someone at the stairs. he straightens himself eager to meat another artist that specializes in Manala. He watches as a woman with fair hair opens the door something familiar. “My name is Pyry someone sent me one of you’re works”

he held up the painting showing of the new frame he had it placed in. he could tell from her face that she immediately recognized it. “I just wanted to talk to you about the father“ he told her in an eager voice he loved anything that had to do with Manala and art combing the two nearly put him into something like red leaf bliss. Because of that he was unaware of her aura.

[Linnea Korpela]

Linnea looked at the painting, it was very familiar.
"Sure you can talk to me. But I don't know very much about the father on a personal level. It was strictly a time where I did the painting and then I was dismissed. That is all." she looked up at him. "I'm sorry. But its nice to meet you Pyry."
She smiled and stepped aside to let him in.
"I have another guest upstairs, your welcome to join us if you wish," she smiled and said politely.

["Niel" Samuelson]

It was there on her face: he'd pushed too far, she'd figured out he was with the Manalists. Linnea was obviously not of a mind to enjoy the company of Manalist and Niel took it in stride. He'd lived long enough to know not everyone was willing to look past beliefs.

There was nothing to it but to wait as she answered the door. He'd bring it all up once she got back and, hopefully, they could finally get cracking on this Keitoleinen bit without further bother.

[Linnea Korpela]

Linnea locked the gallery door again and went upstairs with her new guest. Once she entered the kitchen again she introduced the two guests.
"Niel this is Pyry, Pyry this is Neil," she smiled at the both of them and then went to get another cup to serve tea with.

["Niel" Samuelson]

Just perfect.

Niel had always greatly disliked Pyry's blind obedience and fanatical obsession. If he had to be crazy, he should at least be the quiet sort.

Betraying no familarity (Niel had met all of the important members of the Wrath at least once or twice), Niel gave Pyry a simple nod. Niel wanted this information gathering stint to go quickly, smoothly and without violence. Hopefully, Pyry wanted the same.

[Maeve Cullen]

"Oh! I think she did leave one back at the shop. Let's get out of here and I'll give Jeff a call." They both leave Genetech and Maeve rings Jeff up. After a few moments, she hangs up and redials, this time calling Tuesday. She impatiently taps her foot as the phone rings.