(Loyalty Is,) Spillin' Secrets

[Saber Sloth]

Bobby gives the room, a look with his coal fire eyes. "Queen Anne's the reason my Allie. My heartsworn is dead." he says eventually, while looking between Sonnie and James.

Baghead heaves a breath. Her burlap head bobbing in a nod. Before adressing the room, "S'right. I'm sworn to tell them - you, I guess with y'all all being in the same room, all I know of Iron Meg, Queen Anne and the Orchard."

The pair share another look.

"So, questions?" Baghead says, shoulders hunched when Circe calls her Baggy, "Anything you wanna know right off? Or...did you want me to, just. Start talking?"

[Sonnie Wu]

"Yeah, like seriously," Sonnie said, gesturing at Sera, Rhodes and Circe, "In the future, you can't all be off in the Hedge at the same time. At least one of you need to be here." The Monkey seemed rather miffed about sort of being left in charge. However, the Autumn King's question about the motel expedition cleared that expression from her face and replaced it with one of mild uncertainty.

Her eyes looked at Bobby as he introduced himself, then turned back to the freeholders. "Right, the motel. So...."

After taking a beat to gather her scattered thoughts, the Beast launched right into it.

"Yeah, okay. So me and Titania and Bart went to the El Rancho Motel, because Little Miss Nite-Lite wanted to play Nancy Drew and sift through the charcoal. We actually found something. Two somethings, in fact!" She nodded excitedly, "First was a stain on a carpet. Goblin juice stain. Makes you sleepy, like chloroform? Pee-Ess-Ayy, do not sniff the stain. The scent is still kinda potent." Wait, how did she know that?

"Anyway, the juice must have been what they were using to kidnap people," Sonnie paused and looked curiously at the bottle Anatole produced. "Oh, is that the stuff?"

"Titania also found a receipt for a diner at a nearby truck stop!" She nodded again, "We went there and found..." There was no drumroll, but the Monkey was certainly imagining one as she gestured at... John. "Our resident Winter was there having breakfast. Just a coincidence, though."

"But also there was Robert!" She made another gesture-like-a-model-presenting-a-prize-showcase-on-The-Price-Is-Right towards the Fireheart. "To answer your questions, Rhodes, yes he is sworn, but friend is pushing it. Like, potential ally is more accurate. Maybe."

She coughed, looking at Bobby, then at John, before she resumed speaking. "Robert and his girlfriend Allie were living in the El Rancho. They kept an eye on things there for Queen Anne. Right?" Another look to the fiery Elemental.

There was more, but how to say it? Simian eyes shifted towards Circe. The Iron Spear. The Wrathful one. This was not going to be pleasant, but she couldn't lie to her friends, either. Sonnie took in a long breath.

"Umm..." Fingers twiddled nervously, "So, you know how Abraham broke into one of those motel rooms and... died?" Conflicted emotions passed over her face so quickly they barely registered, "Apparently, Abe held them at sword point and demanded answers, and when they didn't answer fast enough he killed Allie and then Bobby was understandably upset his heartsworn just got stabbed to death in front of him and so he killed Abe." The run-on sentence ended with her letting out the long breath. "But he blames Anne for not holding up their agreement to keep them safe and now he wants to help us in order to get revenge on her and Meg?"

The Beast's eyes were on the three monarchs, not just the Summer, gauging their reactions.

"On the upside, the bathroom door in their room is a hedge gate to the Orchard and it still works!" Not much of a consolation prize for a dead comrade, obviously, but Sonnie felt the need to accentuate the positive right now.

[James Turner]

Yea he didn't need to get into the details of the "interrogation" and how Bobby should likely still be on suicide watch. Understandably so, but this was the next chapter of his story, not the end of it, but a turn of page would likely be needed.


He nodded to Sonnie but didn't move when he was motioned at, just stood there propped up and still in the corner as Sonnie told her story. "I agree with Sonnie on the first point, shit happens though. Just. Going forward" A small shrug, he wasn't about to lecture them about safety again.


"Yea I wanted to sneak one or two of us through that door, do a little scouting maybe a little theft but Sonnie turned me down told me to wait for the three of you. Thought the fire had been a bit more recent and we mighta had a window." Another shrug. "What is, is." His eyes watching the gathered carefully, watching the guilt wash over Bobby and offering a sympathetic frown.


"I'll hear your song first before I ask any questions, just tell it straight and tell it true." He wasn't trying to insinuate that Baghead would lie but those black vacant eyes stared deeply in that direction. He'd be watching for any little lie. White, Fib, Embellishment, all of those told a story too.

[Anatole]

The dwarf's head swivelled to Robert and the smug grin took on a sinister tone, helped by the Autumn's thin veneer of a Mantle.

"So you are Bobbie! Well. Good to know. That explains some things."

He turned to Sonnie Wu

"I bet that quakery I traded for Glamour is the same as what they're using to kidnap the normal ones. Some Elemental merchants were selling it as a 'Sleep Potion'. I guess we'll come to that in a minute. Do please carry on."

He ran a hand through his impressive curls and looked over at Bag Head.

[Circe]

Circe shrugs at Sonja's objection, "Valid suggestion. Please do speak," more coffee is consumed. She can't help but giggle at the PSA joke.

Then the part of Bobby killing Abraham came up. Summer Mantle? Full force! The gun in the shoulder holster? Quick draw is something she'd practiced. "He," the Summer Queen growls as she re-holsters the pistol, "Is sworn in Sonja? Ta the Freehold?"

The functional gate? That could easily solve the problem of using the dynamite. "Where does," blue hands start causing the ceramic coffee mug in her hand to crack, "This gate open ta in the orchard? Barn? Worker pen? Guard pen? Iron Meg's room?" Mental imagery of such a boon was helping her refrain from blowing away Bobby's brains. "Cause I gotta tell ya, we found the orchard on our own. Tracked it through the Thorns, quite the big fanculo Hollow. Populace too. Had the big metal bitch, bunch of very dumb guards with pokey sticks that fell fer valley girl talk. Some guards packing shootas. Oh! Aaaand a ton of slaves," were those red pupils of Circe's glowing in anger? Or just her glare catching the light of the room?

"We didn't have the numbas ta do it AND keep the slaves safe. But if this door goes ta Meg's room or her building I would be less pissed off." Open door, hey Meg catch this bomb, close door, boom goes the dynamite. "The prospect of dropping a bomb in her lap makes me happier."

[Yamiyo Lillich]

Damn damn damn where was that meeting room, she was late, she knew it and she hated it.

Wandering, sneaking around having walked all the way here from her home had already made her be in the last second but not really knowing where to head until she finally found the place where they were all gathered.

Silently trying her best to sneak in, to get into the room and just gather with the rest of the group without making any noise, not drawing attention to herself or disturb.
Luckily for her so was she both small, light on her feet, nimble and knew how to move her body rather well.

Sneaking in

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2020-06-14 10:37:23	Yamiyo Lillich rolls 9 to Sneaking dex+stealth+spec (10 Again)	2, 8, 8, 3, 9, 6, 8, 8, 7	5 successes

Just getting in the room, adjusting her hair and trying to follow whats happening without drawing any attention to herself, seeing the barkeep here did make her feel a bit relaxed though he had a nice air around him that so far had been good to help her relax and feel a bit safe and he was also quite the kind man something she was quite unused to.

[Saber Sloth]

The Romancer sneaks in, only perceptively, keen eyed Lost would have spotted her entrance.

The Coal eyed Bobby, shakes his head, "Not Sworn. Wyrdbound, just promised." he starts when Anatole speaks, "They - uh. Shit. Selling the Jarmyn Sleep Potion, cuts costs, and helps.....helps bring in bodies if....Allie and me couldn't get more....people. With-ah. With the motel."

Baghead cuts in, trying to draw attention away from Bobby. "The Motel Door'll lead to the Door Room. Hollow's got a bunch of Doors, but to hold em all, they had be put in the same, uh. Place. It's in the Barn. My job's - was - to guard the Mirror Gate. Keep it open and guard it. Like as a just in case. It's. Was the retreat. If all else failed, that's how those important enough could gtfo if all else failed. If the Door Room was compromised."

[Rhodes]

The cup of coffee offered by Sera is gratefully taken, his fingers lingering on hers for a few pleasant seconds and a smile returned, though just as tired as hers. We're going to run ourselves into the floor at this rate. We really need that holiday.

Emerald eyes look over to Sonnie slowly, and he nods. "It did take longer than we expected.... but you're right." He waves over at the bottle. "Jamryn fruit. Well. The juice, anyway. It's a powerful sedative." A nod to Anatole. "Their.... 'Sleep Potion'. And it's commencialised? Wonderful. So it could be all over the city." A low growl rumbles angrily.

The Dread Lord sighed as the monkey's tale reached a conclusion. So. This was the one that killed Abraham - all because the dim-witted knight had threatened them with a sword, and killed his lover. Idiot knight. We're lucky Bobby doesn't want all of us dead.

A hand is help up to pause the blueberry elf. That was one hell of a draw. "Easy now. We saw the motel." He didn't fancy dealing with a fuckload of fire in this small space. "Let's try and keep civil, shall we?" Unfortunately that gave Bobbie just enough rope to hang himself. The Directer turns on the elemental with cold, angry eyes. His mantle flairs icily, clashing into mist with Circe's Summer one. "You helped take people? For Ann and Meg?" The Flowering sets his teeth. "You bastard. People don't deserve what we all went through and you decided to do it anyway? You think it's better just because it's not a True Fae?" he snarled, before leaning back and looking at Bobbie with a lot less malice and a lot more... tiredness. "Them or you, I suppose? Get people or be tied dot the mast?" he asks wearily. Ann? Meg? We're all Lost... but they are more lost than others. Was that the end of his road? He wasn't sure, though a look to Sera reminded him he had a lot more to live for now.

Man, he was tired. The veneer of control was thin today. Rhodes glanced over to Baghead. "Alright. That's the way in, and out. Let's hear about the orchard istelf. How may guards, prisoners, changovers, than sort of thing." There was a tingle in the Wyrd as he feld the binddings of the promise between them.

[Seraphina]

As Bobby spoke, she felt her heart break. His Heartsworn was dead?! She couldn’t even imagine the pain he must feel, or the pain she’d feel if she lost Rhodes. Didn’t matter they weren’t Heartsworn, it would still hurt.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Her voice soft. “And I have some questions, a big one being how you two know each other.” Were they both working for Meg? There were too many questions.

“I’m sorry Sonnie. It was supposed to be something that was quick. But between getting separated for a Market, finding the orchard and then almost getting nabbed getting out, it turned into quite the ordeal.”

Don’t sniff the stain? Who would sniff a stain?

Eyes move from person to person as Sonnie speaks and points them out. And then drops the bomb.

Abe killed Bobby’s Heartsworn. What does she say now? Whatever went down had been unknown until now. And all they had was what Bobby said happened. Was his account correct? Did Abe hold them at sword point and attack when he didn’t get answers? She was torn. Abe wasn’t here to give his account, nor was Allie. No one was supposed to die that day, no one was supposed to go off on their own. If Circe had been there with him, would it have gone differently?

Sapphires look down, lost in thought. She already offered condolences for Allie’s death, doing it again would seem like she was not being sincere. A glance to Rhodes, how would she react if he was murdered in front of her? And she feels her eyes begin to tear up and quickly blinks.

Focus Sera.

“We found the Orchid, and it’s heavily guarded. Including a barn. We were going to attempt to shut it down, but with only three of us, it didn’t seem like the smartest plan. So we decided to regroup and go in with a better plan and more firepower.”

A look to Anatole as she talks about trading Glamour for the potion. More a sign that she had heard him and wasn’t ignoring him.

Feeling Circe’s Mantle, tired sapphires look to her, “Lets not.” Her own Mantle flaring to push back the Summers, the smell of fresh cut grass filling the room. Abe was dead, he wasn’t coming back. And if he attacked first, then Bobby wasn’t in the wrong. “What’s done is done, we need to focus on what we can deal with.”

Some new information was gathered, “What does Meg and Anne want with these people and the fruit? What is the end goal?” she was on board with both the bitches being taking down. She just wanted to know what they were doing.

Rhodes anger was justified to her, so she simply watches the others. Stealing humans just was not ok. Was never ok. His points were valid, and his questions good ones. Ones they needed answer to. And hopefully, the would be able to form a plan that was successful.

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie knelt down to peer closely at the bottle of Jarmyn potion, her expression fascinated. "Is it just the smell that does it? What happens if you drink it?"

The Summer Queen's gun comes out, aimed towards Bobby, and the potion is forgotten in an instant. "Whoa! Okay, let's be cool. We all cool? We're all cool like Fonzie!" Sonnie moved herself out of the line of potential fire. "I get it, you know? I was like this close to beating the ever-living hell out of him in that diner..." she made a gesture with her index finger and thumb, showing a few millimeters of space between them. "But we needed to know what he knows, so he remains unbeaten."

The Beast paused and blinked at Yamiyo. When did she get here?

The distraction of the Romancer lasted but a moment. "Did I say sworn? Uh, my bad. Yeah, what he said. Wyrdbound?" What did that mean, exactly? She was no pledgesmith.

When Bobby mentioned he and Allie had helped abduct mortals, Sonnie winced. She knew this already, but the topic resurfaced and it was still one that raised a certain anger in her. "Addendum. He remains unbeaten... for now."

The apologies from Rhodes and Sera helped her mood, "It's okay. We handled it well enough, I guess."

The Monkey stood back, letting others ask the questions for now. If she had more to offer, she'd would chime in.

Wait, she did have one question.

Sonnie looked to Baghead, "Uh, sorry, what's your name?"