#odyssey

The choice is hers

Stupid.

"Now see, you just went looking for extra trouble. What's the beef with my Beaumayn friend here?" She casually pulls Flyswatter from her back.

"She's delaying me, I have an object to pick up" The balor says ..truthfully

"Now begone, pest" The balor snaps at her

Symon looks intrigued at the mention of the object. And a touch concerned.

"What object?"

"That is none of your concern" A snap from the balor "Suffice to say, our prodigial allies have something well in keeping ..and when it is assembled, it shall lead House Balor to glory"

The Beaumayn looks tempted to take advantage of the distraction to kill the Balor.. and instead just smashes her in the head with the hilt of her blade

Symon slinks to one side, enough to make it clear that he's on team Beaumayn, leaning that direction. And is about to say something, when she gets WHACKED.

Smirk.

"Now, it'd be bad form for me to kick her off the silver, wouldn't it?"

And the balor ..wobbles dizzily, then recovers, to s lash the Beaumayn "Die!"

And the Beumayn gasps as her blood spills "I think I could be moved to forgive you"

"Hey now!" Dag scowls when the Balor recovers, and gives a swing with Flyswatter.

(Flat or edge?)

Flat - like its name. Perhaps she is seriously considering her half-threat. It is a non-lethal solution, for sure...

Well, THAT lays the balor out cold

"Thank you," the Beaumayn says "Now that you're here I can move on. You have the head start again"

Symon is over, rifling through her pockets. If no one stops him.

"Just checking..."

"Normally I'd ;protest but i just tried a sucker punch" The Beaumayn shrugs

"You saw us coming." Not a question. "Is there anything you can tell us?"

And Symon finds some orders... _ The prodigals at the Voodoo Club are our allies, but they are capricious to say the least. TRY to be on your best behavior. Get the map piece, and get out._

He's not a petty thief. Any personal belongings he doesn't pocket, or go for her wallet. But that slip of paper he reads, before carefully putting back where it was. Returning to Dagmar, "Looks like the folk we're going to see are on her team. And she was after our goal as well." A nod to the Beaumayn. "Thanks. Looks like we helped each other out. You going to be okay?"

When Symon relates, she grunts. "Are we sure it would be against the code of Dagda to kick her off the silver?"

"What I can tell you is that if this woman achieved her mission.. it would ruin yours. And .. there's a cost to that. To a fellow beamyan, but I think you already know this. " She ponders "You go amid strangers, but in my dream I see a stranger outside the building. He mgiht be of help to you, but becareful"

She nods. "Thank you for the help. Should I tell Sir Vali of you? Could I give him a name?"

"My name isn't important, but tell him this.. the person he's trying to help may refuse it. If she does.. seek the runes of Earth and look for the wilting willow"

She closes her eyes, repeating it.

"Thank you... and it is probably against the code. Or seelie hood" She sighs eying the balor "But i suppose it's legal to duct tape her?"

And she assures Symon "I'm wounded, but i'll heal"

"Well, true..."

"Wilting willow." He nods.

"Duct tape... nothing in the Escheat about duct tape." A smirk.

"Point in fact, it doesn't."

And the Beaumayn takes out her duct tape and starts to wrap the balor by wrists ankles, and then thinking on it, mouth

Amused. He nods to Dagmar. Onward?

Onward!

"So, prodigals that like Balor. I wonder if it's the bad werewolves?"

"You do NOT want to fight the bad werewolves. Lupe's not even, like, the fighter class. She's like a werewolf rogue."

"I don't want to fight ANY werewolves." He admits!

And they move and find themselves in a New Orleans allyway

"Like getting shoved into a furry woodchipper..."

"Maybe it's vampres? Never met one of them..."

Memories threaten to fade, but the two do a good job of holding onto them. Prodigals. Yeah. Danger. Voodoo club. Balor wants it. Yeah, they got this

"I've never kenned a vampire or a willworker. But you know Lupe well enough that you should be able to tell if they feel the same. If not, we can assume it's one of the others." A shake of his head. "I don't know which would be worse. But I guess I could spend all week thinking up worst case scenarios."

"Better to just bulldoze in and do, then!" She grins. Is she teasing him?

The again, she IS a big blue tank...

He huffs a laugh. And checks his phone - seeing if the local mapping app tells where Voodoo club should be, if they didn't have directions exactly. At least he can pinpoint WHAT alley they are in.