#fenixtj

Jessica has a choice of which to do first... gather the local pooka and give them a 'call to pranking', or talk to Duff?

She considers grimly and calls the pooka together.

Soon, they are together, and most out spoken of the pooka? Her biggest fan, Ricardo! "Fantabulous day! Oh Flamefree... to greet you, I have composed a sonnet of 30000 lines"

The Lliamma pooka wears his 'Blue is True' T shirt

"Thank you, Ricardo, but maybe after business, ok?"

Some relieved looks among the other pooka as Ricardo agrees.

"Yo, bluetooth, whatdefuck be going on? This a purge ? You going ICE on us Pooka?" Nec says.

This sends a wave of alarm through some of the more skittish pooka

"No, Necropsis, of course not." Calmly.

She explains, slowly and clearly about the Leanhuan/Balor.

".... and we are not going to let that happen."

Some of the pooka began to snarl and growl, not at Jessica, but mention of the hated balor ... and the mention of THEIR Dreamers, familiies, friends, being used so! FInally, One Walrus POoka, a very british sounding fellow in a Suit and top hat asks "Might inquire by what means the hasty egress of these neerdowells are we, the Crumulent Condorcians, to aid?"

Jessica has to sort that out, but eventually says. "Obey the Escheat. It is Highsummer. Use the traditions of the day. Give them no rest, and inspire Dreamers, if you can."

"Ah, what if one of my fine peers were...well, have breathing conditions to the point were we just give up on the blasted habit? Suppose, for example, the serpent tower fellows were to ah... gift one of us with a cold iron box of chocolate?" Worried. The Warlus is

"Self defense is acceptable."

Mutters talk of 'being loafers not fighters' and ' Charles Atlas lies' etc.. worried.

Ricardo glares at his fellow pooka , the ones who are scared, thinking of backing out, and then tilts his hat down, and YELLS

"WAAAAALLLLACE " He yells

"But we could kiss coffin?" One voice peeps.

Jessica tries not to sigh, and rubs the base of her horns.

Ricardo grabs whatever looks like a banner and stands by it. It doesn't matter if it's a bath towel or a curain, and speaks clearly ": Aye, prank and you may die. Run and you'll live -- at least a while. And fading in your beds moons from now, would you be willing to trade all that safety from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to gather in the streets and tell our enemies that they may take our glamour, but they'll never take our FLAME FREEDOMMMMM!!!!!!!"

"PRANK UP! YE POOKA, oF THE WEST!" Ricardo says "This Pranksgiving will be... our PIEINYOURRAVAGING FACE DAY!"

Nope. She sighs.....

"FLAME FREEEDOM!" the rest of the pooka chant!

Even those who had lost their nerve find their fierces rekindled.

The walrus agreeing , "We shall do it, Ricardo, we shall do it, Lady Flame Free! WE Few, we foolish Few! We Band of Bothers!" And he kneels.

Some kneel, some cheer....

and others charge out to start working on pranks that sidhe can't protect themselves from

It's apparently chaotic, but it's.. ah gone her way?

Trying to hide a pained expression, Jessica edges away. Best to let them plan in private....

Nec is reloading his gun. That's probably a vote yes from him too.

Jessica slips away, and meets Diego who asks "Sounds like it went well?"

"I think So? It can be hard to tell. It's a great idea, though, Diego. Great work."

"It's merely a matter of knowing the population around you. When I was leading revolution attempts, for example, I didn't send sluagh in straight up fights. Not that we had many of them. There are exceptions to every steotype, but forcing the enemy to face you in a game of your choosing is always wise"

Jessica nods.

"Of course, I had hoped to use a certain Troll with a sense of destiny to spearhead that revelation." A smile "My greatest misread"

"Diego, I only wanted to help people.... well. I wanted to do something great. Something impressive. For myself. But not to put myself in a position of leadership."

"I Know that, it's why I couldn't defeat you. Had you been just another want to be tyrant? I Would have used that against you. But you weren't, you didn't want it, so..my methods were greatly reduced"

A small puff of amusement. "Well. You helped me reclaim my name so... thank you for that. Don't know if I've said it before."

"I'm not sure you have, but.. you're welcome. Names are important things. We both agree there. And I have notifced your choice of names..and while Chapulleh gets mispronounced so many ways... I appreciate you declined Baroness. Not sure if I Said that myself."

"I wanted to try and maintain as much of our independence as I could, -and- signal to the Nunnehi that I'm open to talks." Resignedly, then "Not sure how much good that's done but....."

"Jessica? You're not looking at the gaps between the notes. It changes the song"

"Um. What?"

"You're looking for events to prove you are making a difference in peace. What you're failing to notice are the non events. When's the last time Fenix was raided by Nunnehi?"

Jessica thinks. "That's.... A good point."

"Rathbone dealt with one... though the Nunehi were no friends to the rebels. And that was not so long ago." He smiles, "And after you took over? there were reports of attack outside the city now and then... but now? the reports are of the mainland of Mexico.. the pennensuala Nunnehi seem at the very least, unsure what to make of you"

"They aren't the only ones." Dryly.

"Well, it maybe confusion instead of proper treaty, but a stumbling confused peace is better than war, si ? at least in this case"

She nods. "I'll take it."

"And improve on it maybe... but yes, this is no small thing. Unforatunely, it's going to get complicated eventually"