The War Begins - WM 111 - Lyric

[her_own_sword]

OOC: Set in 45 year verse, when James is around 15 years of age, in Paris. Open to RP with civ_barbarian, fannyfae, all_forme and any others set in that time and place. WARNING: This thread will likely contain extreme violence. Not for the squeamish.

Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand

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[fannyfae]

Faelyn had been discreetly studying Cody Jean's face during the exchange. SHe could feel what little colour in her own pale skin rush fromher cheeks and she shot a look at her husband, then to Hsu and then back to Cody Jean.

The voice was one she had heard. How someone who had been properly vetted in the HSU organisation turned did not surprise her. Nothing that those who were opposed to Immortals of any kind surprised her. Even before the call ended she had sought where Sebastien stood, her hand on her husband's shoulder. She could feel his tension. They had their offspring and could negotiate for anything they wanted. Surely, she thought, they would not start this war without an ultimatum.

"Did you get a trace on the call?" Frances asked helplessly, "It was an attempt more to break the silence than anything else.

[civ_barbarian]

The moment Hsu heard the voice, there was a subtle but distinct change in him. He hadn't moved at all, but the veneer he wore around him in every day life melted away and the warlord stood in his place.

Victor was a dead man walking, but notions of a very particular type of revenge reserved for betrayal would have to wait. They would also determine just how the Guild had got to one of his men. He didn't bother looking at anyone except for Orestes who was on his own phone working on the trace. Not that it would probably do them much good.

"And they know we can trace them, so they won't stay in one place." They had to want something, even just to goad them otherwise why call? Why let James speak to prove he was alive? What about Daniel and Jocelyn, and he wasn't entirely able to be reassured by James' words.

[her_own_sword]

"Victor knows everything...all of our systems." Cody shook her head, very slowly. "He would know about the trackers in their phones, in their coats, cars...he knows."

Her voice grew hoarse, thinking about Hsu's statement. "I think we can assume that the men with the security detail are dead or turned. Almost as soon as she said it, a man came in to let them know that the bodies of the other men were found not far from the club. Good men, loyal men, men who thought Victor was one of them.

"We need...we need Orestes from the Ranch, and we need Snowman. Victor wants something. He has to. I can't see him being willing to harm Jocelyn, Hsu. She's not an Immortal like us. She's a bargaining chip, possibly to trade for me, or for you. Offer him me for Jocelyn."

[fannyfae]

Frances was truly frightened now. Maybe her daughter was not Immortal like Hsu or Cody or Daniel or even James, but she was an Immortal and how long had mankind been afraid of the Sidhe? How long had that old rift gone unchecked until they remade their kind into benign, cute little creatures that could be squished or banished from existence by disbelief?

"Cody Jean, while I appreciate your offer to trade yoruself for Jocelyn, that is the last thing you should do! Give them.....give them me instead. Im the one that took out Cheri because of what she did. Surely they would want to get even after news of what happened got back to them."

Frances was grasping at straws now, and for once in her life, she had to admit she had no easy answers. This war was going to include them all. Surely Hsu and Cody could see that.