[Thursday June 17th, 2076, ~23:30, Citadel Game Host, Seattle]
Aria trailed her fingers through the limpid waters of the resonance pool and watched as Summer’s persona left the host with a resigned shrug. Left alone in the strange garden at the top of the edifice that represented her domain she mused on the vagaries of fate and what their meddling had achieved, or hadn’t, so far to divert the impending crisis. Damn, there was a new locus in play in London, their plans would have to be adjusted again. It was Guthrie, it had to be…he shouldn’t even be in London, Silk had been supposed to whisk him away by now on their grand adventure. Somehow he had slipped through the net and got work with another fixer. She would perhaps have to nudge Silk back on to the path but that could wait, the other member of their little conspiracy had his power base in London and he had plenty of influence in London Below, perhaps he could stop this thread from unravelling…
[Thursday June 18th, 2076, ~15:30, Earl’s Court, London Below, London]
@Dolly and Shahin
Well that meeting had been an eye opener and no mistake. Collaboration between the Great Houses wasn’t unheard of, but rarely did three work together on something and so your meeting in the Courts of the Holy, representatives of the House of Pain, proved, as if there was any real doubt, just how far the Old One’s influence spread in Below.
Looking at you through hooded eyes, their reptilian nature clear to see, the Old One had Searched you and was clearly satisfied with what he saw. The job was frustratingly vague on the details, but then one didn’t question this power behind the throne witout a seriously good reason…
[Thursday June 18th, 2076, ~15:30, Nightside Market, London Below, London]
@Goodnight
The word is that the overworlders, what’s left of them, have returned to the surface and that is a weight off your mind. Unfortunately there is also the rumour that the House of Flowers managed to split some of them up and leave them wondering mindless in Below. They wouldn’t go so far as to kill them, not their style, but they won’t be the same…and from the description one of those had to be Nitro. Whether you owe him, or he owes you, is a matter for karma and fate to decide, but at least a little part of you feels some obligation to him…
@Nitro
You wake up with a pounding headache, a weird taste in your mouth and the persistent whine of the Bumblebee's rotas. Well you weren't dead, and whoever did this left you your shit... even the dog brain on the drone had clearly followed you without any other orders, it's vid feed might even give you some clue as to what the hell had just happened...but standing up is definitely not something you want to do in a hurry as the world lurches and spins around you...ah well, the floor's not too cold...
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