#fenixtj

The boy's mouth falls open in stunned stammering, "I.. what?"

"Shall I remove him if he does not move, Chapleh?" Thane Coy DeBuke offers

"The Baron is of the High House.. he... he is a sidhe..." The boy seems confused

"Show him courtesy he and his master do not deserve." Stone faced.

Coy nods, moves to the squire, and looks down on him, raises his HUGE hand, and then... gently puts it on the lad's shoulder, "This way. Please"

From the side, Demos, a less pleasant thane shoots the boy a cold unrelenting stare.

And the Squire is Fiona, fearless... and yet, while he is not intimidated... he is not completely unaware of his chances should he protest further.

"You.. you may escort me" He says.

"I know," Coy says "The ruler told me I could. This way."

And out he goes.

Once they are out of sight, Diego snorts, "Little pimple probably isn't used to the word no."

Jessica hasn't moved; eyes dark and expression set in stone.

"Increase guards and patrols."

"Dame, inform the Countess of the Baron's threat."

"Of course, and I shall word it that way" Mitra says "it's not politic, but perhaps calling things what they are will be a novel attention getter"

Thane Coy returns "He is not a happy noble"

She nods. "Tell her also of our response."

"Thane.....I really don't care."

Coy smiles, "Honestly, Calpuleh, I rather enjoyed it. Must be the Iowa in me."

She nods. After a beat she issues additional orders... and there's no way anyone present could mistake them as anything BUT orders.

"As soon as Constance has information for me, I want it brought to me. Immediately.

"Dame, find an artist that we can trust. Fae, mortal, I don't care. I want drawings of those childlings sent with your report. If you can swing a short bio on each, so much the better.

"Diego, you're in charge of reinforcing our defenses with patrols and guards at the check points. Set guidelines on who gets in or out.

"I know where they're going to try to go. I'm going there myself. Phobos, I want a half dozen others, fighters with weapon and Art, to join me. Make it happen.

"Someone find Tweak or Necropsis and get them to the Pit. Tell Abuellita about what has happened and tell her I urge her and hers to care for the Pit. I will come to see them as soon as I can.

"When Father V arrives, give him my apologies and ask him to come to Duff's parlor if he can.

"Thanks. Phobos, I'll meet the others at the parlor." Grimly, she strides out to the streets of Tijuana with her Maul, and a serious attitude issue.

Mitra bows./Diego says "On it." /Phobos grunts but smiles a bit "Tough hombres on the way"

She nods and leaves, going to Duff's parlor. WITH the key.

THe escort with her is large by Fenix standards. Looks like Monstra came with on top of things.

And there are two figures wearing Summerstrike colors trying to break in.

(And we pause as you must get to bed)

((I was snuggling a Thing....))

"Get them." She orders her people flatly.

The two would be door breakers gasp "We serve his lord..."

But it is too late. Her crew swarms him. Monstra's club, Phobos eats a sword thats pointed at him....

"You want em alive?" Someone asks her.

"Yes. Take them into honorable holding. Elsewhere."

"The.. baron will hear of this..." a groan from one.

"Yes. He will."

"What is the name of your master?"

"Baron Summerstrike" One says confused.

A small smile. "These are hostile invaders. Put them in confinement, honorable and as comfortable as we can make it. The Countess..." And she might lean on that "... had been made aware."

"The Countess will never betray House Gwydion by siding with ..." And the gag is put on him before he can finish.

"We got them from here, Cappuleh" Phobos says "And they're lucky you said comfortable or I'd bounce them hard"

"I want them treated as honored guests. Their feet shouldn't touch the ground. Also, I'd like to know more about the friends we can look for, coming here."

A grin from the cap, and they grab them like cargo, hoisting them up, "Can will do"

"Thank you, and take care with your guest."

She settles into her parlor spot.

And she waits. Her eyes dancing over samples of the art he does he's placed on the wall for customers. There's one that he recognizes vaguely, wavy lines to give form to a woman's face and hair..

it looks a lot like her.

not identical.. no he's not sharing her that much, but it's clear she inspired.

So on guard she waits. (Pause/End)