#kc_necropolis

"An' I say, cuz th' people there love the commoner leader they already gots. An' better that then puttin' in a Liam sidhe that they gonna resent, or letting the other houses battle it out."

Softly. "There was a time.... someone I used to know would encourage that. Contact all the Houses, let them put a bid in and until they sort it out..... she stays."

He shakes his head. "Nevermind. Ok."

"Look, there's nothing to say the House will agree. I know people in Pacifica, and yes... they've met Jess."

"But in Feathered Serpent, I don't have anything."

"Look...they thing they talkin' 'bout now is turnin' her into the regent of a sidhe kid who livin' there now. He come into th' world a baron, so he c'ld hold it. Might work...but then she just a regent."

He stops, thinking. "Regent?"

"I hear you. I know it a long shot. But...I think it be worth a fuckin' try."

"Yeah." She scowls. "The kid's okay, but still...that be her hold, Rigger. She earned it. Ain' right that they c'n take it from her cuz of some Game Of Titles shit the nobles come up with."

"Her ward, Alejandro? House.... Daireann." A scowl. "Well...."

He looks at Tweak "What does Jess want?"

Then "Why am I asking you?"

"Right. You're not here." Wry.

She smirks. "We ain' talkin', right. What she wants be what's best for the hold. She gonna do what she gotta...but I rather see her respected for what she done."

((BRB))

He pauses. Looks at Tweak. "Leaders who rest on their laurels are retired. She has to move forward and be judged on her vision, not her past." Soberly.

She returns his look. "You think she the type to go obsolete? Moment that happens, you know she hand it over. That ain' what this is. This is, she the right person, she still doin' good, an' they thinkin' they c'n ignore her cuz of a fuckin' title. You know that ain' right."

He reaches to rub the back of her neck. "She.... she denied this? Gave you, well, crap about it?"

((Um...her neck?))

(Frank is a THEY!)

((ARGH!))

OOC Sorry. HIS.

OOC BUT enjoys watching Brekke P lose it.

((Cuz this was about to become a wildly different story....))

Tweak frowns at him. "I don' follow what you askin'. I ain' talked to her 'bout this, if that what you mean."

"Has she talked about hanging on, staying there, when.... well no. She wants to stay..... " He stops. "Why?" He looks at Tweak. "Something personal?"

She sighs. "Because it would go like this: Hey, B, gotta idea, but it mean we needs a Liam count or higher. Well, I don't know one. Bet your daddy do. Oh, no, I wanna do it myself ...an' the underwear's on th' head. Y'see?"

The troll's jaw is tight. "Not personal for you. For her. Does she want to stay there... for herself?"

"Oh. Rigger...yeah. I mean, I can't speak for her, but...yeah, I really think she do. It like...she an' th' 'bale, they real close." A pause. "I remember how that feel." Another pause. "I bet money she wanna stay for herself."

"Bale? Is that all?"

An impatient huff. "Well, le's see..." She ticks off on her fingers. "A sense of accomplishment, people what loyal to her, folks what approve of her, reputation, th' 'bale, a hot boyfriend..." Expansive gesture. "An' what th' fuck, Rigger, she c'n still say no if she don' wanna. But..." she lowers her voice again "Picture this, we actually put a fuckin' bug in a noble's ear that might actually change th' system, so it ain' jus' House-way-or-th'-fuckin'-highway. Ain' that worth tryin'?"

"I mean, FUCK, Rigger...you got driven outta town cuz of which house you is or isn't in! I figger you be hot to do this!"

He looks at Tweak, eyes dark. "You want me to call on that House to raise her?"

"To make her a baroness without she gotta take a house. Yeah. To keep things Liam-style, they prob'ly buy in."

"They might." He exhales. "I will ask."

"With. Me."

"Tweak, let me figure out the path. We'll walk it together." Reluctantly.

She frowns. "Aight, but your heart ain' in it. Why?"

He exhales. "We -are- talking about going behind her back. She started this to .... be independent."

"Yup. I know. An' I takin' a risk, big risk. But again...she ain' gotta say yes. But if we waits for her to say yes, she ain' never gonna because she don' wanna get help from th' people with th' connections what be needed." Another gesture to him.

"Look, I c'ld go marchin' off to Pacifica myself, find this Duke, knock on th' door an' shit...but I rather this have a chance of workin'."

((PAUSE or PBEM))

Frank shifts, scowls, nods. "Fine. Ok. ((Pause))

((RESUME))

She watches him and steps back. "Okay. So. When?"

"I need to ask for an audience, and get a reply. He's Liam, but he's a Duke. He's busy." Thinking. "Short answer, I'm not sure. A week?"

She mulls that over.... "Fuck. Fine. I mean, yeah 'course it gonna take that long...but I amped t'do it now." Pause. "Wha's this guy's name, anyways?"

He rumbles, a chuckle. "I tell you, you're going to run over there ahead of things?

"

"Din't say that." She sniffs, then shrugs. "Prolly won't. Like said, I fuckin' want this t' have a chance of workin'."