Post by Nobody on Jun 26, 2017 19:37:00 GMT
He moved circumspectly it was a vocational disposition. It was also from all the years boxing mentally along with physically. He rubbed elbows with the preternatural and swam through gutters while dancing with the elite of each. In short, he was a cipher by hard-won training. A man of indiscriminate visual ethnicity. Not too tall not too short not too thin not too girthy he was unremarkable save his eyes whose color was easily hidden with contacts. His gaze easily hidden behind glasses of varying opacity. He’d like to think in another time he would have risen to some realm of power. But in truth he knew who he was and time nor circumstance would have changed that.
He like many men in his position had his vices but the most problematic of these was his quest for knowledge and his loyalty. As such having searched around the edges of the thing and pried through several others he was back seeking the detective. Who would have thought it possible a nation wide cabal of practitioners centering in the great northwest. Though in his estimation there was little great about that. A fraternal sorority with its toes firmly dipped in and through the fabric of the nation. Too many to catalogue, too many cells and minor officials to have a clear image of the thing. And made worse because of the war within. Every person of note busy attempting to hide their hand and seize power all the same. It was a mess.
Mess yes but with several nuclei Seattle, New Orleans, Miami, and Houston. New York had too many Covens and Cabals of varying size and skillsets to be ruled by one governing body. Miami was under attack from all sides it seemed which made them band together. Chicago was vacuum it seemed the last major national leader had died years ago creating a need. New Orleans were in midst of civil war slowly eating away at themselves. And Seattle was home of one of the oldest cabal of practitioners going back to the arrival of the fae on this continent. So that’s where he would start if he was a power of law. He wasn’t and the war of the Witches didn’t effect his business yet. As such he paid it as little mind as he could simply gathering information.
He had names, aliases, and connections for the largest or most obviously powerful cabals. Sadly, he knew it wouldn’t be enough for any real police work. If he was handling things it would be enough to take action. Apply pressure kill a few to make examples and force them into actions that would make them visible. It wasn’t the smoking gun but it was enough he hoped. So ringing Monica through a random line he arranged a meet.
He like many men in his position had his vices but the most problematic of these was his quest for knowledge and his loyalty. As such having searched around the edges of the thing and pried through several others he was back seeking the detective. Who would have thought it possible a nation wide cabal of practitioners centering in the great northwest. Though in his estimation there was little great about that. A fraternal sorority with its toes firmly dipped in and through the fabric of the nation. Too many to catalogue, too many cells and minor officials to have a clear image of the thing. And made worse because of the war within. Every person of note busy attempting to hide their hand and seize power all the same. It was a mess.
Mess yes but with several nuclei Seattle, New Orleans, Miami, and Houston. New York had too many Covens and Cabals of varying size and skillsets to be ruled by one governing body. Miami was under attack from all sides it seemed which made them band together. Chicago was vacuum it seemed the last major national leader had died years ago creating a need. New Orleans were in midst of civil war slowly eating away at themselves. And Seattle was home of one of the oldest cabal of practitioners going back to the arrival of the fae on this continent. So that’s where he would start if he was a power of law. He wasn’t and the war of the Witches didn’t effect his business yet. As such he paid it as little mind as he could simply gathering information.
He had names, aliases, and connections for the largest or most obviously powerful cabals. Sadly, he knew it wouldn’t be enough for any real police work. If he was handling things it would be enough to take action. Apply pressure kill a few to make examples and force them into actions that would make them visible. It wasn’t the smoking gun but it was enough he hoped. So ringing Monica through a random line he arranged a meet.
