Chapter 9: The God that Failed

[Tuesday DeCastro]

After hanging up with Maeve, Tuesday had jumped in the shower and cleaned herself up a bit. She cleaned and dried all her cuts and her tattoo, she didn't want them to get infected or anything.

She was just fixing the chairs in the room when they knocked on her door, she checked the peephole to be sure it was them, and swung the door open, smiling a bit. "Hello."

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei raises a hand in greeting to Tuesday.

"Miss us?" he asks, grinning.

[Maeve Cullen]

"Yo." Maeve states with a nod of her head. She glances Tuesday over and then her hotel (what she could see of it) behind her. "We get to stand out here all day or you gonna let us in?" She questions jokingly.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday laughs a little. "Yes I did. Very much so." She says to Alexei, before turning to Maeve.

She glances over her shoulder at her room. "Well I guess if you really must then you can come in." She opens the door wider, and steps aside, letting the pair in. She closes and locks the door behind them.

"Its still a little messy from my fiasco with gas mask man." She stated. "And I need to figure out how to get this blood out of the carpet. I don't know if room service will go as far as to handle that."

[Maeve Cullen]

Maeve shrugs. "Accidentantly spill some bleach on the floor. I don't know, I always failed at my mother's cleaning lessons." She begins to examines Tuesday's room, glancing into the closet and looking under the bed. After she's satisfied, she makes sure the windows are locked. "How bad did he get you?"

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei strolls in and peers at the carpet.

"He was pretty handy with those shiny swords of his, wasn't he?" Alexei asks.

He walks over and sits on the bed and lays back with a grunt. He was tired, and he noticed he hadn't sat down in quite a while.

"So...are we hiding from these guys, or looking for them?"

[Tuesday DeCastro]

"He certainly was." Tuesday replied.

"I was thinking I would spill nail polish, but bleach is a much better idea." She said.

She sighed. "He got me pretty well." She slipped off her shirt for a moment, showing them the slices across her back, side, and stomach, and then lifted her pant leg, showing the cut down her leg.

"He had slashed at me a lot more than this though. I think it was more or less just to scare me. And when he was done, he raised his swords, and I thought he was going to kill me. But then he jumped out of the window. Just like that."

[Maeve Cullen]

Maeve studies the cuts. "I don't think they'll leave scars. He was obviously using the scare tactic. I'm sure the Manalist or him aren't done with you though." She sighs, sitting down at the foot of the bed and taking another drag. "Not much we can do if we look for him. We kill him and he's working for the Manalist, we're fucked."

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday heaves a sigh. "I hope they don't scar."

She paces a little, shaking her head. "I was supposed to be in hiding in Cuba. While Malak and I were in Allwhere there was a shooting, I think I've mentioned it, anyway, some members of our party were in Cuba and we were supposed to stay with them, then after that drive by, we felt that going to Ireland would be safer, obviously we were wrong."

She bends down, and takes a water out of the fridge. "Are either of you thirsty?" She looks over at them and realizes that they've each got lit cigarettes, she crinkles her nose a bit. "How do you smoke those?"

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei takes a drag and then holds it out, regarding his cigarette.

"I like to smoke when I get tired of snorting all the cocaine."

He's somewhat surprised by his almost nearly truthful answer, but instead attempts to pass it off as a joke, and chuckles.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday closes the fridge and stands up, picking up her water. She flops on the couch and unscrews the cap, bringing the bottle to her mouth and wetting her lips.

She looks to Alexei and laughs a bit. "Still, isn't it nasty just inhaling all that smoke? I dunno, it just seems gross to me." She'd never smoked a cigarette before, having never wanted to.

[Maeve Cullen]

"Easy. You take one, light it, put it between your lips, and than inhale." Maeve replies, simply flicking the ashes onto the floor. It was a hotel, so it wasn't going to be Tuesday's job to clean it. "Nowhere's really safe in this world." She sighs, trying to think.

[Alexei Nacharade]

Alexei looked thoughtful for a moment then lifted his head.

"Well, if you think this guy is still around, then what else is there to do but face? If we draw him out of hiding we could maybe get the jump on him."

He shrugged. Alexei had actually exmployed similar tactics in the mafia. He'd lured snitches, rats, and undercover agents out of hiding by showing them an opportunity.

"Just ask yourself, what does he want? Show it to him and maybe he'll take the bait."

[Tuesday DeCastro]

"Yeah, I'm starting to realize that." Tuesday replies to Maeve. She sighs again, and takes another sip of her water, throwing her legs up on the couch she lays back and shuts her eyes, thinking.

"He might still be around." She said from where she laid, shrugging. "Like I said, he just jumped out the window when he was through with me. He wants to know where the rebel newspaper is printed. Thats why he was here."

[Maeve Cullen]

"That'd be a pretty big ris-" Maeve stops, catching an idea. "Or how about we lead him to a fake location, pretend that's where the newspapers are being printed? That way, if he doesn't take the bait and instead runs off to give whomever the information, no one's at risk." She speaks rather low, just incase.