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Post by Jonas Last Howl on Nov 13, 2007 17:27:50 GMT -5
The elevator dings and Jonas steps out onto the roof after everyone has left Saturday night. He gazes into his pocket mirror and drifts off. The curtain parts and Jonas looks up to the Umbral sky. "City Mother, you around?"
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Post by Mike on Nov 19, 2007 16:07:48 GMT -5
The stones of the Caern heart seemed to glow in the near-Umbra. City Mother is seated among them. As Jonas approaches, she rises. "Yes. I am here."
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Post by Jonas Last Howl on Nov 20, 2007 17:17:10 GMT -5
Jonas pulls the small basket out from behind him, "Don't show up without one arm being longer than the other." He flashes a smile, and proceeds to unpack the salad he had prepared. They sit in silence for a bit, eating a midnight snack of salad with oranges and pomegranate. City Mother swipes an orange slice from Jonas' bowl, "Out with it Jonas, silence is unlike you."
"Yeah, I know. The silence wasn't an uneasy one, just the first I had gotten in this building in quite a while. I, however, did come for a reason. I found the phenomenon of Jack Flash to be interesting, occasionally funny. Then I found that he could cross the Gauntlet, and that he helped some of the members of our Sept out when the minions City Father were coming to give them some trouble. I thought, great, he's not just a prankster, but he's got some supernatural qualities to him, and has a desire to trip City Father up from time to time. Good for him! Now, with no big surprise, a mildly chaotic variable has spun way out of control. Kids are getting burned with homemade napalm during parades. An unknown ally, has now shown blatant disregard for civilians. Despite what most people hear about me, I'm not one for that kind of behavior. I guess the question I have is, how involved do you want the Ebon Storm in this matter. I have suspicions that there are members of the Sept that might have more of a hand in these matters than they would let on. I guess I would like to know what you think of the matter. You have ground to gain from his antics, but I think you approve of his methods even less than the ones I've used in the past."
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Post by Mike on Nov 26, 2007 10:05:42 GMT -5
City Mother's face turned to a grim frown. "No, I can hardly approve of his current methods...or your previous ones..." She gave Jonas a pointed look, a hint of disappointment with a dash of scolding. "I understand both of you have your wars to fight, but what I think something that both of you of lost sight of is the worth of people's lives."
She turned, and with a wave of her hand called a tea pot from the ephemera. She poured for Jonas and herself into materialized cups. She handed one to Jonas. "Now, do I want the Ebon Storm to get involved? Well, what is your plan? Seek him out? Hunt him down?" She took a slow sip from her own cup.
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Post by Jonas Last Howl on Nov 26, 2007 15:41:32 GMT -5
His brow furrows a bit at the mention of losing sight of the war, but Jonas waits for City Mother to finish pouring the tea to respond. He takes his cup politely, as if they were talking about sailboats in Nantucket. "Please, don't take what I'm about to say the wrong way," he sips his tea and continues, "My ways and his ways couldn't be further apart. His violence is random, careless, unthoughtful, and self-aggrandizing. He may have a cause, but that cause seems to be only chaos. chaos gets kids hurt. I understand that violence is distasteful, and perhaps one day, the enemy will present a chance for things to progress without such implements of low war. Knowing our opponent, the only thing it wants is our destruction, our corruption, with the same going for Gaia herself. I do what I can to make sure that I arrange the meeting for those who need to know justice and those who need to know peace." Jonas breaks the train of thought for a second, staring right at City Mother and realizes that he might have been standing on this soapbox for too long. "My point is, I know that the agents of the Wyrm would love for me to be either dead or theirs. I approve of neither, and will go to great lengths to prevent both. I am twenty-six years old, I am on the cusp of being an Athro, I have started a family. If I stop fighting my hardest to ensure a future, I start to question my place in this world. I'm a soldier, not a wanton murderer. I protect those I love and care for. I do not buck the system for the sake of chaos. If he wants to take the fight to City Father, why not go for targets that will topple him, instead of just agitating him and hurting innocents?"
"Well, at least your feet are clean, standing on all that soap," City Mother chimes in.
"Hunting him down, seeking him out...the only difference is what's in my hand at the time. I'm asking what you want of us. The first time people got hurt, I could let that pass as accident. Granted, it was most careless to mess up the roads and buses in a town where people have trouble driving anyway, but sure...possibly an accident. They do happen. Now, if this was in fact him during the Halloween parade, he's set out to BBQ people. My theory is, that he was not involved with this attack. It is procedure during a conflict to stage an attack on oneself to make it appear that the possibly popular opponent is underhanded and brash. This might make him lose standing in the public eye. So, my preference is to approach with empty hands. If I need to change this once fact strays from theory, then so be it."
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