Yeah, seein' as how I'm tryin' to convince Krystal to move back in with me, eatin' her troublesome relatives might put a damper on things.

I pull Israel aside right quick:

Fen said he smells something, maybe we should go check it out.

I look at James:

Man Cub, stay here with Mr. Wolf.  Me and Israel gotta measure somethin' in the back yard right quick, we'll be right back.

An already exasperated Isreal almost growls out a yes before..

Israel sighs tiredly and slightly hangs his head.

Isreal's face drops into his palm as he lets out a groan.

Israels responds with unintelligible mumbles and returns to moving boxes off the truck.



Israel tells his father he'll be back in a moment, turning around before his has to deal with the anticipated reaction.

When Israel and Jacob are out of earshot, Israel says, "We may have problems.  here are  gnomes in the basement, a water spirit that might still be in the bathroom, and one of the gnomes referred to the arrival of a 'party,' though he was not particularly specific on a 'party of what'."

You sure he didn't mean a togas and keg stands kinda party?

In reply to Jacob Williams (msg # 9):

Mr. Wolf smiles, If I understand the words correctly, faerie parties can have keg stands. Although the kegs are wooden barrels. Metal, you know how it is.  I'll sniff around and see what's going on.  You play nice with the mortal kin.  I'll get to the bottom of this and deal with it for you. 

I think we've got it handled, Fen.  I'll just invite 'em over to my place, there's more room and fewer neighbors to piss off if it gets rowdy.

I walk on around to the back yard:

Hey fellas, what's up?  Looks like you're gettin' ready for a party, right?  There's a little bit of a problem here, though.  See, we're about to have to work on a few things back here and we don't want to get in your way, but we've got to get it done today and we have to do it back here, so why don't you head on over to my place?  I've got a fridge out back that's full of beer, there's plenty of room, and we won't be in your way there.  So how about it, guys?  Doesn't my place sound better?

Rapport:  0(+0)=0

<OOC>I thought it was just iron and steel alloys that hurt fae?  I thought kegs were aluminum (though after consulting Wikipedia, they're usually made of steel, though they are sometimes aluminum).</OOC>

In reply to Jacob Williams (msg # 11):

Why Agent Williams! It is so very kind of you to offer! You may be right,this place seem positively bustling with mortals, and we can't have that.  Somewhere more...secluded...sounds much more appropriate for our little soiree.

You hear the voice coming from the trees in the back before you see the speaker. A tall, inhumanly beautiful woman is walking, strike that, gliding towards you, her blonde hair reaching past her midriff.  For a moment, words fail you, your eyes wide, and you both make the conscious effort to calm down and get back in control of the situation.  Or at least of your own bodily functions.

Any refreshments left at the end will first be offered to you. Also, since we were not expecting this change in venue, we are ill-prepared to present you with a proper gift to thank you for your premises.  I'm sure we will think of a way to repay your kindness. Also, you are, of course, welcome to attend, as are any you wish to bring along.

She tilts her head, claps her hands as she turns, and announces We're moving location! Follow the leprechaun if you don't know the way! And someone make sure we have plenty of refreshments this time.  Food, mortal food, and plenty of alcohol. We want a success! Our queen expects nothing less.

And with that she disappears.  There is a bit of commotion as you see beings leaving the trees, rising out of the pool, or simply becoming visible, heading for the back of the property and vanishing from sight, presumably headed for Jacob's house.

Thorn trots to you, looks out to the faeries and what not, then back to you.

Hey! Don't wander too much! I'm coming! You heard what Leanansidhe said: follow me!  Oh, hey Williams.  Nice going back there.  Of course, that Lea, ooh, I bet she's pissed at you right now.  They were about to owe Levy big-time. Once that stuff is move in, and he considers it, in his mind, a "home" the threshold would have popped up and there would have been chaos like you wouldn't believe. They just didn't know it was gonna happen. But you walk in, save them from a problem, and offer a solution! She's in debt to you so far I bet sacrificing a holy virgin wouldn't cheer her up. Oh, she'll be kind, and sweet, and yer best buddy, right to the moment you give her an in, and then come the sharp pointy things.  Possibly poisonous.  Or she'll turn you into a dog. Never can tell with Lea.  Mind like a bear trap.

As the majority of visitors are leaving, you see a ripple in the taller grass. Flashes of blue are occasionally seen by the close observer, and, if listening for it, you hear: Dere c'n on'y be w'in t'ousand!
Bigjobs!
Nac! Mac! Feegle!

<OOC>Oopsieshit...</OOC>

Jacob shrugs his shoulders:

I reckon there's worse fates than livin' as a dog.  Unless she turns me into a chihuahua or a Pomeranian, I think I'd either kill myself or die of shame.

Conflicting emotions of worry over future unknown terrors and humor a Jacob's folly fight grand battles across Israel's mindscape.

His mouth chooses to side with humor.

"That's our Williams, all right. Making friends everywhere he goes." Then adding somewhat quieter, "I would love to see the expression of Sergei's face if he's at home right now.  Doesn't he live right near you?  I can just see him, sitting on his porch watching in shock as an army of fae descends upon your home."
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In reply to Israel Levy (msg # 14):

There! All finished! I still can't believe I forgot that bag.
Dear, it will be alright, we'll mail it to him, or he can come visit and pick it up. Now, don't let us hold up your afternoon.  We have a reservation at the hotel for tonight, tomorrow we'll get the guest rooms ready for guests. Mr. Williams, it was nice to meet you.  Rivkah, Ariel, the same.  You will be by to pick us up for dinner tonight yes son? Feel free to bring Miss Rivkah, she'll keep your mother busy. I mean company.

Jacob: As you are preparing to leave, the phone rings.
Agent Williams?  This is Agent Williams of Interpol isn't it? Formerly of Bossier, LA?  We need to talk. There is a restaurant near your present location.  Feel free to bring your son and friend, we'll grab two tables.  You are dressed well enough, just come, Mr. Williams, it is imperative we speak soon.

In reply to his father:
"I'll see what I can do." Israel replies with a slight smile. "See you guys later."

To Jacob after his phone call: "Something up?"

To the voice on the phone:

Hold up, before I agree to meet with you, I need to know who I'm meeting.  I've had just about enough shenanigans and bullshit for one day, who is this?

In reply to Jacob Williams (msg # 17):

I think you will understand there is only so much one can say over a phone.  Especially cellphones.  You may call me Mr. Shoe.  I am a representative of GBMT, and am attempting to arrange a meeting between you and my employers, men who, for the time being, will be referred to as representatives of GBMT.  Hear them out, that's all I ask.  You already know what we've done for you, we want to explain why.  It is hoped this relationship can remain amiable, possibly mutually beneficial, but we won't push or coerce. We just want to make an offer.  And treat you to a meal, the restaurant has thoroughly enjoyable food and staff.

Empathy:  0(+0)=0  Trying to tell if "Mr. Shoe" is being truthful with me.

Jacob lets out a breath:

Alright, we'll meet you there.

I turn to look at Israel:

A "Mr. Shoe" of GBMT wants us to meet with his representatives today, somethin' about a potentially mutually beneficial arrangement.  Actually, I think they just want to meet with me, but they told me I could bring James and a friend.  I'm not sure how I feel about takin' James to this meetin', though from what Fenris told me, GBMT is responsible for gettin' James and Krystal out of harms way.  (I explain how James got here and that Krystal was called away on business to get them out of the path of a Triad hit squad).  Anyway, what are your thoughts, pard?

Well, If you're worried about bringing James along, he and Fenris are welcome to stay here while we go check it out...since your place is currently inhabited by Fae. It depends if you think he's safer with you or away from you.

Well, I don't know.  I figure I might as well bring James.  If they wanted to hurt him, all they'd of had to do was nothin'.  On the other hand, he doesn't know the true nature of what we do for Interpol.  Fenris was askin' me when I was goin' to tell James and Krystal about it.  Maybe it's time for me to let him know?
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Can't help you much there.  Your family won't try to burn you at the stake when you tell them the truth.  Either way, I'd say that's something you can decide after we here these guys out.  You probably don't want to annoy unknown quantities by making 'em wait.

Well, let's get this over with.

To James:

Son, you ready for some lunch?  Daddy's got to meet with some people for business, but it shouldn't be too bad.  This place has some pretty good burgers and they have kosher stuff that Levy can eat too.

You reach the restaurant, which is nearly empty at this time of day. (around 2:30)

A limo is in the parking lot, the driver is eating from a take-out box from this establishment, a magazine on the dash.

A man of average height and athletic build is standing at the door.  He is wearing a suit of a cut you are not familiar with, and wearing shades.

As you approach he addresses you: Gentlemen, thank you for coming.  Agent Levy, we were not expecting you, but you are welcome.  Your friend and son are welcome as well Agent Williams.  I am Mr. Shoe.  We spoke on the phone.  If you will come this way, we can get the meeting underway. 

He leads you to a back section, to a table in a corner, where a tall, older man is currently sitting.  There is another man, shorter than average, thin, standing behind the man.

Mr. ShoeMr. Williams, this is Mr. Hand.  It is he who set this up and wishes to speak with you.  Behind him is Mr. Quick.  He isn't much of a people person.

Mr. Hand stands, and gestures to Jacob and Israel Please, sit, order whatever you like.  The others may sit where they like in this area.  We have it to ourselves for now.  Gentlemen, I am here to see if an arrangement can be made between us.  You, being representatives of Interpol, and, well, another global organization, are the first official representatives we've reached out too.  It's the global reach.  If you were limited to Scotland, or even Europe, we might not have.  But you have a further reach than that.  And we believe you will be important in the days to come.  Or at the least a better ally than adversary.

You already know we have subsidiary countries around the world.  GBMT is just a tip of the iceberg, though an important one.  You also know by now we gave your wife a job, sent her on a business trip, and arranged this trip for your son, all right before a Triad Hit-Squad could get him.

We understand you have learned much of the crime in China and the east is controlled by a group known as the Jade Court. They are our true enemy here.  Let me be honest, we aren't offering an alliance, though we might help each other from time to time. For now, we want to wage our war the way we believe it should e waged.  We aren't asking you to leave the Jade Court alone, just stay out of our business as much as possible, or contact us if Interpol is becoming aware of our presence.

Ah, here's our waitress.

He places his order, then waits for you to do the same.

Jacob orders fish and chips with a lager and a cheeseburger and Coca-cola for James, simple fare, no need to posture by ordering the most expensive thing on the menu and no need to insult our host by refusing their hospitality.  Once the waitress leaves, Jacob begins talking to Mr. Hand:


Well, Mr. Hand, let's get down to brass tacks.  I've worked out already that you obviously don't intend to harm us, if that were your intention, you could have ignored the hit.  So, before I go any further, thank you for savin' my son and wi- his mama.

I can't say I'm exactly familiar with yer organization, I don't have a clue what GBMT could stand for.  I figured after servin' in the Corps, the police, and Interpol for the last 7 years that I'd heard of just about every acronym a fella could dream up.  Guess I was wrong.

I may have fooled 'round and kicked a hornet's nest.  See, after all that mess in Darfur, a David Lo Pan, affiliated with the Jade Court, approached us about a none-aggression pact because the Bronze Court was our mutual enemy.  I told him to go to hell because, well, it seemed like the thing to do at the time.

In reply to Jacob Williams (msg # 25):

For a moment Mr. Hand's eyes widen, then resume normal size as it appears he is attempting to keep from laughing.  You are certainly direct Mr. Williams, even more so than reports indicated.  We weren't sure what caused the conflict, but to know you said that to David Lo Pan's face...I was not wrong to think you a suitable associate.

Ok, brass tacks as you say.  GBMT stands for Global Bio-Medical Technologies.  That particular branch of the company is dedicated to the kind of research and development its name implies.  Last year we received a patent for a mechanical heart.  Some of it is a little more...creative.  Drugs to increase performance temporarily, strength enhancing bodyarmor.  That might not have been GBMT, I forget.  I don't work for them, but we are both part of a larger calling.  I am here, gentlemen, as a member of the Technocracy.  We believe humanity should be allowed to reach its full potential.  We also believe science is the way forward for common man.

That's where we potentially have a problem with you, Agent Levy. We are aware of your other vocation and affiliation.  Though I must admit, we know next to nothing about the Wizard Council except for its existence.  The key here is we understand it to be a defensive and protective group.  Not a ruling body.  I believe they have rules, if those rules are broken, action is taken.  I also am led to believe those rules are not easily broken by nonmagical beings.

If that is so, if the Council uses its resources to protect humanity without trying to rule it, we have no reason for animosity at this time.  Maybe not close relations, but no point to be after each other.  Especially when we have information you may not.   The Jade Court is secretive to say the least.  We are also keeping them largely pinned down in the East, unable to expand very much at presence.

Gentlemen, the situation is this:  I really don't see why we can't get along, except, at this point, not all of our dealing are strictly legal.  We are fighting Eastern Crime syndicates, and trying to be both efficient and successful.  This leads us to avenues other than traditional law enforcement.

I doubt you will strongly disagree with our methods, though.  It isn't as though we kill women and children.  We rarely kill people.  We're after the vampires and other supernaturals working for them.

Since the meeting wasn't for him per se, Israel says little, nods at the appropriate times, and is generally on his "best behavior."  No need to piss off the multinational organization.  At least not yet anyway.

He orders only a drink and an appetizer - as he needs to be hungry later, lest his mother pull the "Why aren't you eating" schtick.

I am a bit worried about their naming conventions though, he thinks.  Won't they run out of clothing/body-part names eventually?  I'd rather not meet Mr. Jockstrap, thanks.

In reply to Israel Levy (msg # 27):

And you Agent Levy?  Do you believe an arrangement can be made?  I see no reason for us to be at odds, which is advantageous to us, as wizards are, as I understand it, disruptive to technology.  It is advantageous to you because we are lessening the load your Council has to carry.  There may, in the future, be opportunities to swap intelligence, or even work together.

Gentlemen, it is our hope to come to an agreement of mutual non-interference, and hopefully cooperation.   We have a limited arrangement with Interpol, we would like an understanding with the Council, and Agent Williams, you seem to be garnering assets and contacts throughout the world, magical and otherwise.

What say you gentlemen?  Can we be friends? Or at the least, not enemies?

After some thought, Jacob finally speaks:

Well, I don't see any reason for us to be enemies.  I'm not sure about an alliance just yet, I'd like to talk it over with Pard' first, if you don't mind.  It's nothin' pers'nal, I think we should discuss it a bit before we go to signin' somethin'.

To Jacob:
I've got no intention of signing up for an alliance with some group I've never heard of until today, but I don't see any reason to make enemies of them either.  We've got a long enough list of those without signing up new names just for the frell of it.  Besides, as far as I'm concerned alliances and such are Sergey and the Director's business.  Until they give me an order I can't follow, they're in charge.

Well, for now at least, we can at least be friendly.  As for bein' allies, I don't think we're ready for that just yet.  There's still too much we don't know 'bout you and a lot of other folks that're in play to be able to make an informed decision right now.