Detective And Diplomat

Demiurge says "Early morning, outside Pat's place. Phineas might notice the recent repairs in the wall and window of a building on the third floor across the street."

Phineas is sitting on the stoop of the building, which all good buildings have. He's dressed simply in a pair of chinos, golf shirt and a tan trenchcoat.

Pat walks up the street in shirtsleeves and a loose necktie, one trouser pocket distended with the obvious outline of a pistol.

Phineas waits til Pat approaches the stairs and looks up at him, "Patrick Murphy?" He casts a glance at the pocket, but only a brief one.

Pat narrows his eyes. "Yes."

<> Pat resonates. He may be a Calabite.

<> Pat rolls the d666 and gets 6 5 CHECK: 4.

<> Pat would not know this.

Phineas stands up and holds out his right hand, "I've been looking for you. Ardon told me you might know what is going on. Michael sent me to give assistance."

<> Demiurge says "Pat, you recognise the name Ardon: he's the local Michael-Seneschal. Tether is the Marine War Memorial."

<> Pat says "And he's sending his folks to a Dominican? I am wary. :)"

Pat looks at the hand. "You'll forgive me if I am wary."

You paged Phineas with 'Want to resonate Pat?'.

Phineas keeps his hand out, "And since when does wary mean rude?"

<> Phineas rolls the d666 and gets 6 6 CHECK: 2.

<> Demiurge says "And Phineas fails his resonance roll."

Pat takes the man's hand. He does not answer the question.

<> Pat rolls the d666 and gets 3 5 CHECK: 4.

<> Pat says "Bwahahaha."

<> Pat says "Phineas, what's your emotional state, two strongest emotions, and their motivations?"

Phineas smiles slightly and shakes, "Now that the pleasantries are over, why don't we go inside and talk?"

>From afar, to Demiurge and Pat, Phineas is generally quite happy at the moment. Two strongest emotions? Right now or in general?

You paged Phineas and Pat with 'Right now.'.

Phineas pages to Demiurge and Pat: Well, pleased with himself as well .. and focused. Like a person at work who is glad to be doing their work.

Pat says "I would have your name, as a final pleasantry."

Phineas says "Phineas. I take the last name Smythe. Mercurian."

Pat says "A negotiator?"

Phineas nods, "I prefer the term Diplomat."

Pat says "Ah. Yes. Inside, then."

Phineas stands aside and says simply, "After you." He looks around the facade of the building as he follows you in.

There are no obvious signs of perching Calabim.

Pat looks around as well, and unlocks the front door.

Phineas waits patiently, a polite distance behind Pat.

Pat opens the door and walks in, checking the coffee table as soon as it is in sight.

Phineas walks behind you, looking around inquisitively, but asking no questions. He just seems to be absorbing his surroundings.

The box is still on the coffee table, where Daimon left it.

Pat picks up the box, moving it over to his office desk. "Coffee?"

Phineas smiles, "That would be delightful. I haven't had any in quite some time. Cream and sugar, if you please." He looks around the office a moment, at the wall hangings and such.

Pat nods, walking out of the office nook to cross the apartment, setting the pot in the kitchen to brew. "You're newly descended, then?"

Phineas says "This time, yes. I have spent about twenty five years in Heaven this most recent time. I've actually spent most of my existence down here."

Pat nods, walking back to the office and his desk. "I'm on a long-term assignment, myself. Why were you told to contact me?"

Phineas says "Ardon told me you know what is going on, or at least you're in touch around here. I'm on assignment to find out what, if you forgive the colloquial, the hell is going on."

Pat opens a desk drawer, setting the hardwood box in it and pulling out a locked metal box. "That is precisely what is going on."

Phineas looks for a place to sit, "Well, while you may consider that precise, it doesn't do me much good. Any details you can provide would be most appreciated."

Pat pulls a black semi-automatic pistol out of his pocket, and sets it on the desk. "There is strife in Hell, more so than normal. The conflict is spilling earthside. Lines have been drawn, cabals formed."

Phineas sits down on a chair infront of the desk, "That much I know. Beyond that, I was referring to the specifics of what is happening in this city."

Pat unlocks the box, setting the pistol in it. "Choose a specific. An artifact of Matakiel has been destroyed. One of the Host has been lost and two more found. Strands of relation are being traced."

Phineas rubs his chin, "Well, then it seems that all the work here is not done. Perhaps if you give me a more indepth briefing, I can assist you."

Phineas pages: Who is Matakiel?

You paged Phineas with 'Demon Prince of disease, died a while back. Make an int roll to try and remember more.'.

Pat finally selects a M1911 from the box, setting the pistol down and locking up the case. "We're currently gathering evidence. Nightmare and the Game are both heavily active in the area, and there are suggestions of Fate and Technology. All set in a bloc."

<> Phineas rolls the d666 and gets 4 1 CHECK: 6.

>From afar, Phineas thinks he succeeded. :)

Long distance to Phineas: Demiurge grins. Demon Prince of Disease, went rogue, had plans to wipe out most of humanity. Destroyed around time of Black Death, by (rumor says) Servitors of Dominic and Asmodeus working together. Was believed to have been working on germs that attacked angelic Vessels.'.

Phineas says "What was the artifact that was destroyed?"

Pat says "There is some uncertainty there. Jean itself decided that destruction was for the best."

Phineas says "If it is of Matakiel, that is most likely the case. Still, it would be nice to know what it was. Which Host was lost and which two were found?"

Pat says "Terethel of Stone. His Heart is broken."

Phineas nods, "And the two?"

Phineas takes out a small notepad from his coat pocket and a fountain pen. He scribbles stuff down.

Pat says "Alia, given grace by Dream, and Daimonique, brought to light by the Wanderer."

Phineas says "Brought to light?"

Pat says "They were both Hellborn."

Phineas nods, "Redemption is a heavy burden. Let us both hope they can bear its weight."

Pat says "I believe they will adjust. There are a number of eyes upon them."

<> Hitherby says "Why, Dominic alone ..."

Phineas nods, "Eyes are not always enough nor a positive thing. But redemption is not my strength. We tend to smite, not redeem." He smiles a little, clearly making a light jest, "Hmm, you've given me much to think upon. How may I best contact you, in the future?"

Pat pulls out a slip of paper and scribbles a number. "My cellular."

Phineas looks at the paper, "Cellular? Phone number?"

Pat nods.

Pat says "I blame the Ofanim."

Phineas puts the paper away, "Things have changed in many way since I was gone. And in many ways, they remain the same." He stands up and extends his hand, "Thank you for your time, Mazpatiel. I will be in touch. And, well, if you need to reach me, I will try to get an apartment, or some such, soon."

Pat nods, taking the hand. "Of course."

Phineas grins slightly, "He gave me credit cards this time, I have some purchases I need to make." He turns around, "I'll see myself out, no need to fuss."

Pat nods. "Walk in balance, then."

Phineas heads out the front door, and towards the tether.

>From afar, Phineas is going to go back to Ardon, give him the skinny of what I know and bring him a burger.

Phineas pages: A good burger, from a nice place not fast food.

Long distance to Phineas: Demiurge nods. That's fine.

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