Chapter 15: The Sacred and Profane

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday pondered for a moment. "How about one that isn't related to my name at all?" She suggests.

She stretches in her seat a little, and then looked over at Calithin as he drove. He had a nice profile.

"That's life. You have to go and be blessed, and I'm gonna go home and chill. Maybe rest up a little, or go out for a night on the town. The possibilities for me are endless." Tuesday grins.

Actually, she'd probably end up getting some more work done herself. She was falling a little behind, and behind wasn't a place she liked to be.

[Calithin Crest]

"Whoahhh... Way to kick it up a notch. Now I have to consider my options. We're in a whole other world of nicknames now."

I yawn again and watch the lights of the city wiz by the windows.

"Okay. How about... Blondie. Because of your hair. I think that might be it. Or... Maybe something to do with reporting, since you're a journalist. I'm not sure. I think I may have to get back to you on this. I want it to be really good. Nicknames are ultra-important."

I slow down and pull up to the curb. Hoping out of the car I go around to open Tuesday's door.

"Okay, well, this is you I guess. I promise the next time you see me... Our lives will not be in immediate danger... And I will definitely have a nickname for you."

[Kyra Majarae]

Kyra noticed her sister was feeling uncomfortable and she drug her into the limo that was waiting for her and she they drove off to her manor. Once there she grabbed Eve and drug her into the house. It was huge, possibly bigger than Keito's and she smiled at this. Home sweet home. She led Eve upstairs to the bathroom and smiled. "Everything you need is in the closet. Hope you like what they are....they aren't pink since you seem to detest that color. Enjoy a nice hot shower, hun. Meet me downstairs and we will go shopping then." She smiled and closed the door and seemed to float down the stairs toward the kitchen, she was kinda hungry.

[Dinari Dollar]

"I have to go to that lame meeting of the Economic Council. But why don't you go too." Dinari suggests. He can have guests from the company come with him. "You can take notes for me."

Dinari leads Tuvi to a teleportation booth and (if it is okay to move your character) teleports them both to the Economic Council meeting. He sits down at the spot for Allmart and is bored already.

"Hey since the meeting hasn't started, let's play a game of cherades!" Dinari suggests. He jumps up onto the table and starts lumbering around. He knocks over the microphone and a few papers. He puts his arm by his mouth to look like a trunk and makes strange grunting noises. "What am I, what am I?" He asks excitedly.

[Heikki Toivonen]

A while later, Heikki returns with strawberry shortcake and chocolate covered strawberries. When he returns to the room he finds that Bonifaz has stepped out and that Bishop is looking out the window at the lake. Amelia is rambling, like she often does.

He sets the food down on the newly repaired table and takes a seat on the couch. "It's a nice view out there...with the forests and the lake. Sometimes I think I could live here and never have to worry about the rest of society or the Manalists. They seem so far away." Heikki says quietly, and more to himself. He smiles a little and sighs.

[Momo Kurokawa]

Momo watches Dinari make an ass out of himself. "Let me guess. You are the embodiment of stupidity." She remarks. She silently passes gas again and decides she had better keep her mouth shut, so she doesn't draw any attention to her problem. The mammoth meat was a bad choice. Momo notices that some people have already arrived so she takes initiative to start discussing things.

"Instead of watch that American make an ass of himself, let's get down to business. I told Anthony to send the remains of the goon that blew himself up to the Genetech lab. That may provide some information. But, I think every effort should be made to hunt down rebels and terrorists. The problem needs to be dealt with swiftly and harshly before it can spread."

Momo stands up, so that she can command more attention from those few that are there. "More should be done to combat organized crime. Did anyone notice that Kaschei himself was at the party? He is considered one of the Blessed? Sure, he is wealthy and powerful, but isn't he a threat to us?" She questions.

"Or what about the Artz family. They may own most of Germany, but, hasn't the anti drug commision been too lenient? If all drugs are to be outlawed, then red leaf should be outlawed as well. Countess Cola should be shut down and more should be done to combat the mafia and Leilah Kaihan's opium production. There needs to be more consistency in policies and more clear definitions of who are our enemies and friends."

[Annika 25]

To Aubrey and Eva

Annika turns to Bambi and the pale, strong looking woman. "You...if you like, you can join me in finding the ones responsible. I am going to join another Creditor, but you are welcome to come along." Annika says to Eva, who she assumes is with the Hand.

Annika doesn't wait for Eva to decide, but jumps out the hole in the side of the mansion. If Eva wants, she can follow. Annika leaves the mansion and starts heading down the street near it, where she encounters Aubrey, the other Creditor.

"We will be more effective if we work together. I saw the man and the woman who seemed to be his rival. We can try searching for either of them."

[Master Scrag]

Click click click Is the sound of the Master's wooden staff against the black tiled floor of the meeting auditorium of the Economic Council. If Momo's flatulance caused any stink, the stink of Scrag certainly overpowers it. His ratty gray robe drags across the floor as he slowly makes his way to his seat. People plug their noses as he passes. He smells like a mixture of rotten leaves, mold, and swamp. He listens to Momo's suggestions with a frown before standing before his own place. "No, Red leaf is sacred to the Manalists. The leaf increases our power and perception. It must not be regulated." Scrag says to those attending the meeting. "You are all afraid because you fear you are weak. I smell fear in this room. It is a smell more disgusting than my own." The Master says, pointing his finger at the crowd. "The Blessed have become weak and lazy. Terrorism is the curse of your weakness."

[Toolah "Tuvi" Renee]

Still dressed like she is going to the party is painfully unprofessional for Tuvi but she sucks it up and takes her spot next to Dinari. She even manages to control her facial expressions even though she wants to screw her face up in embarassment.

On top of an already painful beginning, someone (and she highly suspects Momo) farted. Its smell is strong enough to make her eyes water and she dabbles them away like they are allergy tears. She pulls out her laptop, opens it and begins to take notes on the meeting for future references. Momo... well the woman in general... repulses Tuvi greatly.

It can't get any worse... It simply CANNOT get any worse!

Then Scrag walks in. Great.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

"Blondie?" Tuesday asked, laughing a bit. "Now that's original." She paused breifly. "What about you, do you have an ultra-important nickname or do you need to be christened as well?"

She steps out of the car and smiles. "That sounds great."

"Despite all the explosions and life threatening situations, I had a pretty good time, so thanks. Really." She truthfully had had a good time. It wasn't at all what she expected...then again, she hadn't really known what to expect.

[Calithin Crest]

"Hey hey hey, it's a work in progress. I'll get back to you. Don't underestimate my imagination. I am a complex, thoughtful individual."

I walk her up to the door and wonder if I should reveal my less-than-flattering nicknames. I make a face and decide against this, since those are not the type of things one wants to propagate.

"Nope... No... Nicknames. Atleast none I'm willing to share at this time. I guess you're just going to have to work on that."

I smile a little and look down at my watch.

"Oh, man. I'm dead. I really have to go. I'm glad you had a good time and didn't die. We'll get together soon."

I give her a quick kiss and practically sprint to my car. Once inside I rush home to shower and change clothes before heading to the meeting.

[Aubrey 16]

Aubrey was just on her way to Keito's mansion, which she figured was a good place to start, when she was approached by Annika, which relieved her. At least she had a companion.

"Of course we will be! Lets go knab ourselves some terrorists."

"Did you see which direction the two headed in?"

[Emmet Fawkes]

Bishop absentmindedly scratched his head, attempting to move the mask so it wasn't digging into his temples. He could smell the chocolate and strawberries from where he was, wafting from wherever Heikki emerged, and he immediately swooped down on one of the plates before taking it back to the window. The eating procedure he had to go through when he was around people was difficult, even the scarring on the bottom of his face bothered him. Although, if asked if it did bother him, he'd guffaw in their faces—like it was absurd.

“It's a nice place,” Bishop murmured in response, despite how meekly Heikki spoke. “How'd ya' end up in a place like this with Bonifaz, you don't look like your average servant?” The question was random. "You've got a pretty face, why aren't you some model or something, one of the Blessed?" His lip curled at the mention of the Blessed, stretching into a macabre smile before he slipped his mask up a bit so he could neatly cut a piece of the shortcake, and slip it into his mouth. He faced away when he spoke.

[Émilie LaFramboise]

Émilie could understand far too well why Vivien did not accompany her some times at these meetings. Of course she didn't blame her or feel any scorn to her, she was glad she had been trusted with such an important position within the company. It was truly an honor, even if it meant meeting with the Blessed. Some of the Blessed she found to be fine people, in their own way, but there were some who could simply care less how the people of the world were doing. The people they considered "Cursed", or the environment.

She needed no paper to take notes at the meetings, her memory was trained to be perfect. Well... aside from the one thing she longed to remember but couldn't... She entered the meeting room, her forest green eyes quickly scanning the room. She wasn't early, but she wasn't late, it seemed.

Her hair was up in the bun that was usual of Vivien and herself, strands of brown hair tickling her skin where they hung loose. She wore a green corset dress, the bottom ruffling in layers that made it look like the leafs of a tree blowing in a light wind. It took her only the smallest second to take in the current situation before she curtly moved toward the plate labeled "Countess Cola."

A guard accompanied her, a worry by Vivien at the news of the terrorist attack at the Banquet. Émilie had been relieved to hear no one had been killed, even if she wasn't especially fond of the Blessed as a whole. They were still people, living, breathing things. Taking her seat, she put her legs to the side, crossing her ankles. As usual, she remained quiet, folding her hands in front of her on the table, awaiting for meeting to officially start.

[Calithin Crest]

((To Capricious))

I get to the meeting a little later than I wanted to, but still relatively on time. I'm feeling pretty good about myself as I walk into the room, that is... Until I see my sister. I can't believe she made it here before me.

I debate whether to continue on to my seat or just ditch this meeting and go do something else, but responsibility wins out and I trudge solemnly to my chair. I cautiously sit down and flash a hopeful smile at Capricious.

"Heyyyy sis... When did you get here? What's good, pimpin'?"

This I whisper as Scrag finishes speaking. I definitely have an opinion on the subject, but, keep my mouth shut for the time being.