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Post by Cedric McGarret on Nov 8, 2015 11:41:49 GMT -8
Cedric laid there, trying to think of something to say. He couldn't do it. He, o all people, couldn't think of a reply. A giggle bubbled up and out of the Garou. What the hell? Another came out unceremoniously and broke whatever flood gate was keeping back the mother of all mood swings. After a minute...or two...or three...the laughter subsided and left a hollow aching feeling in Cedric's ribs.
"ah-ahll..all right, I'll stop this fecking charade..I-I what the hell did you fecking...f--k I can't breathe...I'm gonna kill Ori-hah! I'm gonna kill that kid..." He trailed off in another hiccup of giggles, and then pushed himself off the floor. He shook his head and massaged his temples. It only could be Orion who designed that potion. After all, who knew the rage better than a wizard in the Syndicate who had been briefed and prepared for an out of control situation? Who was working with the muggles now? This potion was, Cedric hated to admit it, brilliant. No rage, tranquilized almost immediately, and then the Laughing Potion counteracted any rage that might occur after recovery. Beautiful.
Still grinning, Cedric looked up at Klaus. His eyes were a clear blue without a trace of gold in them. There was a slight confused and spacey expression still flitting about his face, but Cedric felt...great.
"If I catch Orion I'm gonna kill him, so you know. Probably not literally, but I catered that whelp's wedding and this is how he thanks me? So...where the hell were we, G-man?" After that performance, Ced mused, he may as well answer some questions and ameliorate the man.
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Post by Niklaus Schmidt on Nov 8, 2015 11:42:43 GMT -8
The laughter wasn't entirely surprising. Klaus glanced at Kat and arched a brow at her then smirked and shrugged. Whatever the kid had shot the wolf up with seemed awesome. Maybe he ought to ask for an extremely smaller dose. Or at least whatever element had added this chill, amusing element of uncontrollable laughter. Knowing the kid, though, he'd scowl or spout off some self-righteous reply or something. Unless he was feeling spunky or (more likely) spiteful. Then, maybe he'd give him the laughter part but also have him grow a tail or snout or something. Not that this would actually happen because the consequences of asking seemed like a fun thing to contemplate while the wolf spent a few moments...howling with laughter. Yeah? Yeah? Anyone? No one? Ok.
When the wolf finally managed to catch a breather, Klaus forced himself to pay attention again. The first mention of what sounded to be "Orion" made Klaus' spidey senses tingle. How did he know Orion's name? The kid was smart enough not to drop his name even if he had visited the beast at night some time, so that wasn't it. Klaus let Cedric fight through his aftershocks of laughter until he could finally speak.
"How about how you know the kid?" The rest could go on hold. He needed to know whether or not Orion was going to be an unforeseen concern in their choice to hold the wolf captive. If he caught that and managed to get the wolf transferred before anything could happen, that would be marvelous. |
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Post by Cedric McGarret on Nov 8, 2015 11:43:08 GMT -8
The steak smelled amazing. It was probably room temperature at best by now, but it still smelled good. A belly grumble echoed the sentiment and desire, so the Garou followed his nose to the food and took a bite, chewed thoughtfully, and phrased his response carefully.
Orion was Jake's agent. His job was to interface with the muggles and provide them the knowledge try needed to do their job. Cedric's job was to point out Diagon alley. He'd succeeded mildly; gettin caught was not part of the game. In all reality, he was supposed to be in the Leaky Cauldron waiting for the agents to poke around outside, then reveal the secret to them. Well, the kneazle was out of the bag, so...
"We work for the same guy...and get the wax out of your ears, I told you I catered his wedding...but I wasn't supposed to get caught. He was sent to you to be your expert on the magical and I was supposed to give you the biggest damn hint as to where the wizarding world is hidden. Instead you're more focused on my race instead of the present I gave you. I doubt the kid's going to even want to see me; I scared him when we first met. But, at least you have a master potioneer for the full moon. He probably already has the Wolfsbane potion brewing."
That WAS the only silver lining to this storm cloud. That and seeing Lina hopefully soon. aces finished the steak and still felt hungry. There was never going to be enough food, was there? But plenty more questions...
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Post by Niklaus Schmidt on Nov 8, 2015 11:43:37 GMT -8
Klaus rose a brow. Figured the kid was married. He was tight-knit enough to be at such a young age. He'd have to meet the family's desire of him being married to some broad and producing offspring at some point, anyway, right? So, why the hell not when he was still a kid? Klaus snorted. Wizards. They really were something else. The only question was where the surely prestigious Mrs. Burgess was now--not that Klaus would waste time with that query. The wolf did have a point there. It was a point that didn't matter.
Klaus used his forearms to push his upper body up a little straighter. Seemed a little more serious if he did, he supposed--at least as compared to leaving his chin on his wrists. "Is that what you and your little wolfy friends were pointing to?" Klaus shook his head. "We've had people around The Leaky Cauldron ever since that night. Ain't seen a thing, those ones, but Jones did choose the expendables. I suppose the kid might be able to help us in...with a little motivation, eh?" |
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Post by Cedric McGarret on Nov 8, 2015 11:44:15 GMT -8
Cedric shook his head sadly. What was it with these government agents thinking that they needed to 'motivate' people who were obviously and eagerly trying to help them?
"Legally, he's dead in the wizarding world. He can't show back up there and he doesn't want to...he made that deal in exchange for having his and his wife's records cleaned from the government databases. Showing you the way in was my job...so let me out and let's do this."
Cedric feared a 'no' but what other answer did this cage provide? He was an animal, based off of how they treated him. How much longer would they keep him and study him? How many days would pass before he'd breathe fresh air again? See Lina again? The thoughts of desperation started popping up like mold in his mind. He squelched the fear and clamped his mouth shut. He'd not give in to irrationality; He'd toe the line and do what needed done. It was his job.
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Post by Niklaus Schmidt on Nov 8, 2015 11:44:38 GMT -8
"Gaining clearance to do that would be ridiculously difficult. You do realize that?" Klaus replied. And you've got another thing coming if you think I'll just try it willy nilly.
"You mean to tell me, besides, that you lot can't even disguise yourselves long enough to let us in and get away? Can't even get in quickly enough to run off before he's caught?" It would be far less of a hassle despite the fact that he would have to report to Jones that Teen Witch and Wolf Boy were part of the same team--especially since Kit Kat was in the mirror room watching and observing. He'd have been willing to bet his life on the guard not actually listening in to the interview, but Kit Kat? Nope. She'd be writing everything down, and this would be one of the highlighted bullet points in her report overview outline. He glanced up into the camera that was to his upper left and then looked back to the wolf.
"Because I wasn't born yesterday. I know some of our stuff has to be science fiction compared to reality, but if you can manipulate the senses, surely it wouldn't be that much of a stretch." |
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Post by Cedric McGarret on Nov 8, 2015 11:44:40 GMT -8
Cedric smirked at the man and then tried not to sound too patronizing.
"The other side has magic too, and they have the full strength and resources of the government. Imagine an elite soldier who knows how to turn a man inside out with the wave of a wand. All of the instincts of a seasoned police officer plus all the magics that your fairy tales tell you aren't true. Our resistance...yeah we are fighting for what's right, but we are hidden for a reason. We are desperate for a reason. If you are serious about wanting to breach the government controlled check points, you need to hit it hard and heavy. Sneaking won't do anyone any good."
He didn't want to think about the implications of the "clearance" needed for him to get out. It sounded suspiciously like he was a prisoner. Trapped. Again.
Cedric sighed and ruffled his hair. It was going to be difficult to make them understand they were dealing with rebels, wasn't it?
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Post by Niklaus Schmidt on Nov 8, 2015 11:45:53 GMT -8
Well, wasn't this a predicament? Teenager couldn't go in according to the werewolf, but he could. And government-controlled check points? The hell was going on with the wizarding community? Darn Commies. As much as Klaus was pressed to go to Jones right this second, he figured she could wait a little while. She'd have questions with that revelation, and he intended to have the answers. No one here took him seriously because they didn't appreciate his sense of humor, but he did his damn job.
Klaus shifted his weight again before deciding to stand and turn his chair around so he could sit in it properly. Once situated, he looked back at the he-wolf. "So, government checkpoints, you say? You lot gone commie? That why the sudden radio silence?" Hopefully he didn't have to ask more questions to get more answers. Because honestly, he'd been working at this way too long, and he finally was getting somewhere. He didn't want to pull teeth to get any further with this bloke. If he really wanted to help them, then surely, his return to "proper" seating arrangements and, for Klaus, politeness would be all it took, right? |
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Post by Cedric McGarret on Nov 8, 2015 11:46:16 GMT -8
Commie? What did he...? Cedric scrutinized the muggle as he attempted to parse his response.
"You mean communist? No...more...oh what's the term, um....fascist. The death eaters want total government control and ethnic cleansing. Those of us on the wrong end of the wand are taking particulars to that and are trying to fight back, but we only have so many resources. They have the military and the infrastructure. We are in position to take the banks and the head of the government, but that'll cause them to splinter. We need muggle help to catch them crosswise politically and militarily."
It was a bold strategy and even bolder to speak it out loud outside of the war room in the City.
How would the man react to hear this? How would that woman, Jones, react? If they were any sort of bureaucrat like Cedric knees, they'd sit on it until given permission to use the information. By then it would probably be too late...or not. They needed a line of communication to the Syndicate, really. If they would let him out...but that seemed less and less likely.
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Post by Niklaus Schmidt on Nov 8, 2015 11:46:13 GMT -8
"Metal," Klaus retorted. He couldn't help it. Names like "Death Eaters" and terms like "ethnic cleansing" had few applicable terms in modern vernacular. "Metal" seemed most appropriate, though he doubted Cedric would get it. He had to clarify that "commie" was short for "communist," after all.
"And how can we help? You lot have magic and spells shooting around. We just have big sticks that make noise and little balls that go 'boom.' Surely, you lot can block that sort of thing." He rose a brow and gave a look as though expecting Cedric to agree. You couldn't convince him witches...wicca, whatever...were dumb enough to stand there and just take it when they were shooting at them. They surely wouldn't instinctually try to catch a grenade or take one step back and stand and watch as it landed just because someone said, "Heads up!" Wizards weren't stupid. They might be a little dense when it came to muggle things in his limited experience and opinion, but they weren't stupid. They had the same faculties and ability to think and react. Maybe a few casualties at first.
"And honestly, do you think we're up for another war? Because that's what this will become. And it will get worse. If there is magic here, if there are werewolves here, what else is out there? What's to say they aren't in someone else's country? Do we really need to add to the panic you lot already started the other night?" |
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Post by Cedric McGarret on Nov 8, 2015 11:47:01 GMT -8
Cedric had to admit: he asked good questions for an idiot. Time for some teaching and bribing.
"...you have more advantages than you think. My friends have a theory that our most common blocking spell won't block your guns. And yes a few of us do know about guns...those of us who have muggle parents were often raised muggle. Only the pure blooded ones like the kid are going to be surprised by your capabilities. Fortunately that's the majority of those left not inderground in our part of the world. Now...you go scamper off to your mistress and tell her I'm making a deal: training for your people on wizard combat along with augmented gear provided that you let me out to liason with my group."
There it was; his ace in the hole. If they said no, all was lost. If they said yes, it was game on. God, please let them say yes. Cedric didn't want to think about what being in this room in the full moon would be like.
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Post by Niklaus Schmidt on Nov 8, 2015 11:47:24 GMT -8
Made sense there were people born from normal people who had magic. Just like everything else, it probably had some sort of genetic base. Something to do with such and such chromosome or whatever all had been talked about in secondary school. He hadn't exactly slept through it, but he had crammed for tests--meaning not everything had stuck.
Klaus snorted at Cedric's concluding statement. It might work, but he had his doubts Jones would let him have complete freedom or even that she would act on it immediately. She had superiors she would have to speak with, and her superiors would have to speak with their superiors, and ultimately, a decision would have to be made. But that would take time. Unless this so-called "good" group that the wolf was part of decided to incite terrorist acts related to their species until they could not deny the existence of the supernatural and magic to the world, it would take time. If the wolf thought he was getting out quickly, he had another thing coming.
"You do realize this would take time, don't you?" he replied. "Jones isn't the top of the food chain in our world. Maybe in this small pocket but certainly not in our corner."
Klaus allowed that to sink in for a few moments before standing. "I'll be back in a bit," he told the wolf then looked straight at the wall behind Cedric that he knew Kat could see through and pointed a finger. "And don't you leave that room until I'm back, understood?" He stared sternly a few moments before he broke his gaze. He didn't need the grunt causing problems. He'd gotten fairly far today. Hopefully it was a turning point, and more information would come over the next few days. He was not about to risk that.
Klaus stormed from Cedric's cell up through the bullpen and over to Jones' office. He didn't even knock as he put his hand on the handle and pushed down. It clicked open, and he stormed in. "He wants us to help him and his friends commit genocide." |
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