(Grey Hoods) Coffee and Doughnuts

[Saber Sloth]

The Grey Hoods are more then shaken, "Thought it was like the movies....y'know. Kill the head vampire and the rest of 'em die." says Gun lady in a quieter voice then she'd used before.

"How many people do they steal from their beds a year? A month? A day.....how don't more people know about this? Them? baseball Bat, murmurs out, easily heard but the Lost are unsure if the man intended for his words to truly be heard.

"There hasta be a better answer then hiding." Colin, again, staring at Circe, "How the fuck are we gonna kill the fucker, save our friends..?" Drawing on his anger, evening him out from the crush of fear.

"Where dose the A.D.B lair up? Is there anyway for an ambush? Sneak attack?" Baseball Bat again, not really noticing the looks the café workers, were giving the group, but, due to the location and typical cliental, it was unlikely they were truly raising red flags for them.

1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2021-06-02 14:14:48	Grey Hoods rolls 6 to Listening to Reason? (10 Again)	5, 6, 5, 6, 7, 8	1 success

[Sonnie Wu]

Careful. Place the packet slowly. Don't jostle the building. Almost there...

Sonnie started to tune out the conversation, finding her sugar packet construction more entertaining. For the moment, anyway. She still caught most of what was being said. The mortals were aghast at what they heard, and still seemed to think they stood some chance of victory with the Huntsman.

Nitwits.

They should just go home and forget all this. She still intended to look for the Union's friends. She said she would. The Beast just didn't have much hope of success, which was unlike her. This was one of the Others they were dealing with, though. Hope tended to die around them.

So, she'd look, but unless she found some sign of the missing humans fairly easily, that would be that. She wasn't going to go digging in the deep Hedge.

The packet house fell over. Sonnie frowned. She'd gotten distracted by the conversation. It was harder to ignore than it should have been.

She sighed and started over.

[Circe]

Gun Lady's words get a bitter laugh from Circe, "I so wish it was like that instead of like Labyrinth. Or, I think it was Labyrinth? Is that the one that's like an acid trip or Bowie and muppets?"

Gerrits was trying to drive them off. Well, Circe agreed a little but she was also a Summer so she was all for them fighting the good fight. "Well bro, yer not wrong. But ya know my view on fighters," was her response to his and Titania trying to get the Union to back off.

Circe didn't think they would easily. Suggesting cold iron could save them lots of funds on getting it but it'd pretty much drive them right toward Fairy legends. Or use it on the Lost, that would be bad too.

"Yer assuming ADB and the ilk all have the same weakness. Not all boss monsters," she didn't like that term, "Have the same. Some can't be hurt by fire whilst others can ONLY be hurt by it. Maybe they must shine shoes like Warwick Davis. Bullshit powerful is the only standard fer boss monsters."

Leave it to the Batman, that was a better label for the smart one, to be on the ball. Too bad the news wasn't the greatest. "As I said, ADB had one place that was important ta him. I torched along with his pet monster. Well within game rules so don't call fer me ta be nerfed." That would help a little with the odd looks. Circe had thought she'd met some disguised Lost here once until they started debating critical roll chart viability. Nerdy but useful camouflage.

"We thought a cult serving ADB would be a great lead ta where ABD has run his ass ta hide," was Circe's explanation to the Batman. "The grey hood wearing cultists," she sips her coffee, "That was a bust. We'll hafta dig up leads in more risky places. No save points either, so big danger. Makes sense, right?"

Kit

Laptop Carrying Case, 2 flash drives, smart phone, LED flashlight, Grey hooded coat, leather gloves, Thin Kevlar Vest, Hedgespun Multitool, shoulder holster Colt pistol (fiber optics) with 2 spare clips and a box of ammo (20 rounds), boot holster with knife, 4 Ertwen Healing Fruits and 1 Jarmyn Fruit, 1 roll of duct tape, water bottle, $200 cash

Status

HP 7, WP 5, Def 3, Armor 1/2-BP

[Titania]

The more they were talking about it, the more were their chances of attracting its horror and plunging this group of mortals into its jaws.
"What we're trying to say is that you'd need an army to take it upfront. And even then... the chances to retrieve your friends are slim. And even if you do rescue them, chances are that you'd be trading your lives for theirs. Mexico is a dangerous place"

[Gerrit]

There was such a thing as oversharing and Gerrit realized that his pleas have fallen onto deaf ears. They were scared and angry and unfortunately the Queen of Wrath merely tried to focus that bloodlust instead of quenching it. He looked at Sonnie's way to pass the time. He could hardly blame her for tapping out, this whole discussion was waring him out, too. Plus, this way she didn't run into any danger of saying this she shouldn't.

A grumbled sigh escaped the Ogre's lips as Circe alluded to 'more dangerous places' to look. Last thing they needed were some Humans trying to get into the Hedge and every bit of intel they provided led them closer towards just that. "Look, sometime's hiding is the best way to handle such things. No sneak attack or brave plan will give you the upper hand on that. The best we can do is to share information to keep all of us safe. And to stay away from Mexico." A nod towards Titania.
Of course it was a bit hypocritical to ask for them to share what they knew while staying tight-lipped, but anything the Lost could tell the Hoods would only serve to get them into more danger. So far they recognized the peril most other people seemed to ignore, but that was as far as they could get. "People don't know about this because ADB and his peers are good at what They do - and because people would think you are crazy if you told them about it. I say it again: you know just enough to keep you and the people you care about out of trouble, but that's as far as it goes." Hopefully that'd dissuade them from fully going public in their indignation.

But maybe they were just going in circles. Maybe they soon would have to be contempt with learning that the Cult really wasn't a Cult, before Circe drafted those humans into her special task force.
Maybe Sonnie would be okay with Gerrit joining her in her sugar packet construction side-gig.

Equipment: Backpack - Hammer and screwdriver (wrapped in a piece of cloth/rag), first aid kit, notepad and pens. Yamiyo's Mace.

WP: 0

[Saber Sloth]

Sonnie's tapped out, and Gerrit give one last hurrah before joining her. Leaving Circe and Titania to tend to the conversation. Circe alluding to video games and other fandoms seems to help, but Titania's and Gerrit's use of 'Mexico' has a few brows raised.

The Grey Hoods exchange a glance. Something passing between them, one by one they nod.

"Fine. Say your right - " "No. Colin. Just. No." The former growls, or gives as close to a growl as a human can get. "It's been a long fucking day." Baseball Bat looks to the construction crew, sighs. "Think we all want to get the fuck out of here and regroup.

"So. Non-aggression treaty?" Looking to the Lost. "We don't fuck with each other anymore. Don't start shit. We gonna play friendly...or as friendly as we can. Like...this? Sit downs, with some Q an' A?" Baseball Bat asks, there's something close to uncertainty on his face, "And how are we gonna know who's one of yours - " "Shut the fuck - they don't need ta know - " " - especially if we run into you without Matty or Colin?"

The GH want to know how you want to go about it, and I want to know if you're going to be turning this agreement into a Pledge, and if so, if all of your will carry the burden of this Pledge or leave it to one person....

[Sonnie Wu]

Mexico? Were they equating the Gentry with immigrants? Really? They could have said Narnia or the Upside-Down, but no. Mexico. As a grandchild of Chinese immigrants, Sonnie rolled her eyes so hard it's a wonder she didn't fall out of her chair.

It was a struggle not to start mouthing off again. Sonnie liked to talk. Monkeys liked to chatter. Her answer was, once again, to cram a donut into her maw.

Wordlessly, she offered her pile of sweetener packets to the approaching Geritt. Maybe the Ogre was better at construction than she?

[Circe]

Circe has no intent of swearing a pledge. Two of these idiots were so gung-ho they'd likely break it and she'd not want a war on two fronts when the rest suffer for their idiocy and/or believe the idiots were right. She nods as the Batman decides to fall back for now. Good. Maybe they could salvage the night and sweep Thorn Side or something.


Matty and Colin could see through the Mask? That was bad. Could mean they were crazy or that the Huntsman had done something to them. "A agreement of honor and word, naught else. IF folks maintain, and we ain't dead," that last part is rapid, "Maybe something more then just honor in the future." Circe had been reigning herself in for this whole thing and it was entirely too business for her tastes. "Hmm? So, yer sayin' we all look alike? Good," she nods with a smirk, "That means we are that good at hiding from ADB and its ilk."


Circe looks to Colin and Matty, "Keep that sight close ta yer chests. I don't know how ya got it but usually that means either yer too crazy ta be safe or very bad shit happened." The Summer was going to have to contact Rhodes. And John and Seraphina too, this was important to not make a multi-front war. But Rhodes could explain how they saw through the mask.


As for communication and that kind of thing, to keep the peace. "I suppose a pass phrase would be best. Like that whole flash thunder thing from Band of Brothers," though she wasn't certain of what that would be. "Pop culture ones keep jumping ta me that some random idiot might answer correctly. I'll be sure ta drill it inta mine but what's something you and yers can remember. Coming from ya might be best, I don't want any of the bad guys I know tricking ya because of my stupidity."


And wouldn't that be a pain if Queen Anne tricked these guys. A name like Union implied either pretentious small group or a part of a larger whole. The latter could have consequences.

ooc: Circe doesn't trust the gung-ho ones to maintain any Pledge. If someone else wants to go for it, Circe may or may not stop them depending upon what they try to Pledge.

Kit

Laptop Carrying Case, 2 flash drives, smart phone, LED flashlight, Grey hooded coat, leather gloves, Thin Kevlar Vest, Hedgespun Multitool, shoulder holster Colt pistol (fiber optics) with 2 spare clips and a box of ammo (20 rounds), boot holster with knife, 4 Ertwen Healing Fruits and 1 Jarmyn Fruit, 1 roll of duct tape, water bottle, $200 cash

Status

HP 7, WP 5, Def 3, Armor 1/2-BP

[Titania]

The worlds of a mortal meant little among the great scheming of the Wyrd. But as of now, it was the only thing they could latch upo.
They needed to get these people away from danger, "Talk us about your friends. How they are like?", it could offer a glimpse in the Huntsman's mind.

[Gerrit]

He knew he wasn't persuasive like for instance Titania so to have them agree to some sort of truce was a win in Gerrit's book. He wondered if even the Fairest could talk them out of their zeal to get their friends back, but for the moment all he could do was to keep in mind that there was this group of humans who knew about the Lost and the Fae. They could be allies or a additional complication, but Gerrit couldn't afford to try and save them from themselves. Not unless they wanted to stay out of this themselves.

He accepted Sonnie's packet with a tired smile, but kept it uselessly in his hand while he kept following the conversation. Just because he was exhausted didn't mean he could slack off or ignore the task still at their hands. That meant just because he didn't have anything else to add he probably should absorb every bit of shared information. That not all of the Hoods could see through the mask, or the safe word Circe tried to establish.
Instead of using the sweetener to help the Beast build something Gerrit turned it around in his hand, crushing the sugar within to fine dust and venting a bit of his nerves.

Equipment: Backpack - Hammer and screwdriver (wrapped in a piece of cloth/rag), first aid kit, notepad and pens. Yamiyo's Mace.

WP: 0