[Mage-Avalon] Another Consilium meeting aftermath
"You need to give him his money back." Jimmy said, his frown somewhere between annoyed older brother and senior Guardian.
"Sure. When he talks to me." Avalon shrugged, slouching into her chair and pulling the computer into her lap. "It's not like anyone likes the Guardian's as it stands. Picking on a priest, even if he is a whiny pacifistic retard isn't cool and won't help shit."
It didn't matter that Tombstone had the most standing. There wasn't a timeline Avalon experienced in which he wasn't still a total jackass. As the last guardian standing he had been only angry and consumed with death, convinced he wouldn't be killed until the right time and thus surprised at his own fall. He will be the sidekick, eternally feeding the hunger of the land of the dead with inattentive plans and violent impulses magnified by fatalistic trusting of Fate. He is the giver of torment to legions of lost souls whose only crime was to answer his call and be bound into service until their incorpreal forms were shredded for his whims and wants.
Wah. Wah. My brother will find out. His text back had been mocking. How had he passed his veils if Tombstone didn't realize she was saying she'd tell Jimmy what was up within the Consillium since it would boil over someday and they'd have to be able to clean it all up.
Avalon sighed. "Look, I put all the money in a seperate account and that's where his check is going to go if he doesn't figure out what I changed the password to on his HR account. I promise once he talks to me and at least listens, not that he'll fucking learn, I'll give him his money back."
She carefully didn't mention that she had Tombstone's personnel file, the file of all the other officers he was associated with. Past case records and his informants names from those, his IB file and everything else the internet could dredge up about his history in the city. The would bes and might bes pointed towards a future problem as the tenuous hold of the Guardians' to sanity and ethics slipped further and further. Enough of that information might get her the third true name of the members of the Not It Consilium, it would just take some work and finesse.
Jimmy sighed and went back to his papers. He didn't ask the number of questions lingering in the air, she didn't offer the information he knew she withheld. He didn't ride the threads of time like she did, seperated from the buffeting sands of fate, but they both silently agreed that they had to keep secrets even from each other.
"Sure. When he talks to me." Avalon shrugged, slouching into her chair and pulling the computer into her lap. "It's not like anyone likes the Guardian's as it stands. Picking on a priest, even if he is a whiny pacifistic retard isn't cool and won't help shit."
It didn't matter that Tombstone had the most standing. There wasn't a timeline Avalon experienced in which he wasn't still a total jackass. As the last guardian standing he had been only angry and consumed with death, convinced he wouldn't be killed until the right time and thus surprised at his own fall. He will be the sidekick, eternally feeding the hunger of the land of the dead with inattentive plans and violent impulses magnified by fatalistic trusting of Fate. He is the giver of torment to legions of lost souls whose only crime was to answer his call and be bound into service until their incorpreal forms were shredded for his whims and wants.
Wah. Wah. My brother will find out. His text back had been mocking. How had he passed his veils if Tombstone didn't realize she was saying she'd tell Jimmy what was up within the Consillium since it would boil over someday and they'd have to be able to clean it all up.
Avalon sighed. "Look, I put all the money in a seperate account and that's where his check is going to go if he doesn't figure out what I changed the password to on his HR account. I promise once he talks to me and at least listens, not that he'll fucking learn, I'll give him his money back."
She carefully didn't mention that she had Tombstone's personnel file, the file of all the other officers he was associated with. Past case records and his informants names from those, his IB file and everything else the internet could dredge up about his history in the city. The would bes and might bes pointed towards a future problem as the tenuous hold of the Guardians' to sanity and ethics slipped further and further. Enough of that information might get her the third true name of the members of the Not It Consilium, it would just take some work and finesse.
Jimmy sighed and went back to his papers. He didn't ask the number of questions lingering in the air, she didn't offer the information he knew she withheld. He didn't ride the threads of time like she did, seperated from the buffeting sands of fate, but they both silently agreed that they had to keep secrets even from each other.