Meat or Men?

[harth_fray]

Harth came up from the dark, his face with strange purpose. His two lieutenant -- Two Talons and Slow Death -- and set up a large desk.

"Bring me anyone who has been brought in the last week, week and a half. I want to see them," he says, and waits.

So, are you being dragged before Harth? He wants to talk to you

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[faceless_hunger]

Slow Death dragged in a man, and rasped, "We found this one right outside."

[ratb0y]

"Scum," Krycek hisses in Russian as he's pulled.

Now, if Krycek hadn't been exposed to so much of the paranormal prior to landing in Hellville, the magog would have scared him shitless.

But! He's seen worse. Really.

[harth_fray]

"Now, now, language," Harth replies, as he leans back in his chair. "You must be new. You're not filthy and starving. Who are you and what do you do?"

[ratb0y]

Krycek eyes the kid warily, cocking his eyebrow. "Yeah, I'm new. Just landed here."

He stands, brushes himself off and scowls. He hates getting his black clothes dirty.

"Alex Krycek. FBI agent, KGB member, Man in Black, Syndicate member... spy. I'm a Renaissance man."

He pauses for a moment, then narrows his eyes. "Who are you, and what do you do?"

[faceless_hunger]

That had to drag one Beka Valentine there, as she was fighting all the way.

"The good reverend was hiding her from you. He says she is not to be touched," said Two Talons, shoving her to the floor.

[rocketsgrownup]

She let out a gasp of pain as her leg bent beneath her, and glared up at the Magog and the teenage boy. The first rule of being a hostage was to not speak first, so she contented herself with grinding her teeth.

[harth_fray]

Hidden.

Harth doesn't like hidden. "Your reverand is losing his way," he says to Two Talons. "How many of the magog are loyal to him still, and his strange religon?"

He is not speaking to Beka. She is akin to meat before a wolf; they must growl and snarl to one another about rank and standing, before they tear her to pieces.

[faceless_hunger]

"Very few have not recognized his weakness," the Magog hissed. "The rest of us know he's too weak to lead."

[talkback]

Not quite dragged, more of pushed, he's trying to go along quietly, really he is.

What, Chase not snarking? Well, these things ARE big and hairy.

[harth_fray]

And Harth is small and skinny. But he is amused. "Who are you?" he asks thoughtfully, tilting his head.

[talkback]

And the big things are obeying him. Which, to Chase, means big mojo. Hell, Molly is small and skinny, and she beat up wolverine!

"I'm Chase. Who the fuck are you supposed to be, Harry Potter?"

Damn, nope, there goes the attitude. Thought I had him under control.

[harth_fray]

Harth arched a brow.

"...Harry Potter? That one's new. Besides, my eyes are blue, not green. I'm the One Who Will Lead: Harth Fray."