#kc_necropolis

"I know." He murmurs. "They are rebels. Hobgoblins."

"Hobgoblins..." She says 'honey, I've never heard of a hobgoblin kith"

"I cannot say where the knowledge comes from, but I do know of them."

"Hobgoblins" She looks at him, "That trod, I know something about it. It didn't open to just one location. There could be more"

He looks at her. "Are you suggesting a bit of exploration? At this hour?"

"No.. no.. I'm suggesting we .. I can't believe I'm saying this, but your cause, your old allies. What if we were to tell them we suspect there are some new kithain ready to be reborn and educated...in a more modernest way? "

"These newcomers would take to it eagerly." He says with sureity. "It would be a kindness."

"Well then," She kisses his cheek "Merry Yule . You get to nudge the future"

He looks back out of their hiding place to observe the Hobgoblins.

Inside about five different souls.. might be a hobgoblin. Three in the coffee shop where want to be writers gather.

"Care of a cup of coffee, Dearest?"

Another may have found its way to an apartment nearby ,and the other? Might have stepped into a moving vechicle

"To waken them up? They just got here." She jokes

"To observe?"

"Fine. We'll see. just don't be dissapointed if they nested in some losers" A hip bump

"Mm." he leads her in and gets her a seat, then goes to get them coffee.

The young barista is a pretty enough brunette, and it is this servant that he feels one of the hobgoblin souls has nestled in. She eyes him.. his lips. AH, wanting to make sure he's wearing a mask. He can see her attempts to hide annoyance with those who won't wear masks when ordering. Sure they have to drink, but shes' risking her life for selfish jackwads so she can pay rent

"Happiest of Holidays, my dear." he greets her "I hope you are well?"

"Quite well, sir and happy holidays to you. What can I get you and your lady tonight?" warm enough

He orders some frothy, sweet coffee; seasonally appropriate.

She puts in the mint with expertise

He pays in cash.... and puts a $100 tip in the jar casually; not making a big deal of it, but not hiding it. Business as usual.

He goes to wait for the coffee, allowing others to order (if there are any).

"THANK you, sir" that'll help

"I hope so. Thank -you-, for the coffee."

There are no others ordering, small crowd, but others who have their orders or are between orders? Oh yes.

One guy in his early college years types away angrily on a lap top. Whatever he's writing, he's got a mad on about it.

And yes, there's a soul in him.

two now 😉

William takes the coffees over to Callidora, seating himself. He hands hers off and takes a careful sip of his own, glancing at the angry writer. He lifts a brow to CC.

She whispers "Apparently the college newspaper shot down his story as inflamitory, so he's writing the truth in fiction telling."

"Was it inflamatory?" he asks quietly.

"More like, why were local police allowed to flat out murder a local man who was jogging just because of the color of his skin"

Ah, that.. shoved to page 6 and obscured by a lot of jargon at best. 'No outstanding warrants' is a phrase that makes totally innocent people sound like they had warrants in the past

"Or his kith, on our side of things, yes." Sip, observe "Why settle for a college paper?"

"I think he's inspired to write a novel instead darling, where he can uload the whole truth, under a thin veneer and if the cops sue he can say 'hey, it's fiction'"

"Even better." He muses, thinking. "Hm."

"how about the barista?"

"She sleeps, yet. But she should remember me. Can you think of a way to meet our young author?"

Her eyes sparkle "Already did" a smile

"Think of something, or meet him?"

"Met him" she looks over "How goes it, Frank?"

"Actually," he looks over, "pretty good, but I'm kind of pissing myself off writing this scene." Sheepish

"How so?" with jovial curiousity.

"I need to post pone the city guard in this scene getting his ass handed to him.. but I really want him dead" He says sheepishly

CC gives EBG a look as if to say 'Not even hatched yet and already he's one of you'

"It might set a poor president but perhaps his opposition shows mercy, to prove that although they -are- opposition, they understand the guard is a pawn of power as well?"

"If the guard could make real changes by caveat, he would not be a city guard, hm?"

"Mmm maybe he gets ONE shot to make things right. Just one" The young man says "Thanks, man. Pardon I got to get back to writing before I lose this"

"Thanks for your contact info, Frank. I want to be one of folks to buy the first copy"