“To every thing there is a season,” she opines softly while leaning back. “And a time to every purpose.” There are somehow drearily religious Hermetics out there, and she absorbed some of their obsolete texts as a result. As if the Awakening hadn’t thrown the concept itself under the bus. At least it armed her with some quips to toss out.

“That will not cover it,” she agrees with a nod toward the pistol with eternally lidded eyes. “Nothing will cover it,” she avers through a smile. They would be hopelessly out-gunned and out-magicked; why bother considering how to deal with the hopeless? The Mentor spirit somewhere in astral space would be just as effective as the potent Natrixs.

“Such tools will be useful later. After our meeting with Herr Schmidt.” Her head tilts toward Pacer. “A ‘Mr Johnson’ over here.

“As to our task . . . I am interested as to what our client has to say.” The non-answer is a not-so-subtle implication that she might already know something. Yet her amber eyes do not suggest any intent to share if she does. But mages do often like to play coy, though there are some subjects that render them particularly tight-lipped.
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The mundane.

Herr Schmidt has been careful. He has chosen well for the meeting site.

Gang signs fade as you get closer to the hotel entrance, institutional muted grey paint over a faded yellow crown tag on the thick metal post that holds up the hotel's roadside sign. The last indication that the Kings rule these streets, or arguably the first, depending on which direction you consider home territory; the anarchy of the streets or the security of the hotel.

You used to know which was home. Now, plotting to rob a megacorp where you once found shelter, you're not so sure.

It may be a c-zone, but the hotel has a-zone security, catering to business travelers who come in on or go out on suborbs traveling at ungodly hours. Security is especially tight around the small casino that you find just off to the right of the lobby bar.

Smart play Herr Schmidt. Security means someone is always watching, and money moving in a casino means extra security. Your presence doesn't stir up any suspicion and in this part of the 'plex, a man with a concealed Predator isn't all that noteworthy.

The magical.

People pay big money to protect bigger money. Awakened security is rudimentary but not sloppy. A woman in a sort of crop top and harem pants ensemble that conjures images of Arabian Nights stalks the casino with a small tabby cat lazily meandering in tow. A flick of perception reveals much, the wand at the woman's hip crackles with power and the small tabby reveal a toothy grin from a wide face three times the size of the domestic cat it appears to be.

This little casino must do well enough if they can entice a shaman and her talis cat (peer+) to provide magical security. Either that, or the streets outside are dangerous enough that the hotel keeps her on staff to keep the place free from whatever the Kings' finger wigglers might toss their way.

Lady Cat keeps a Watcher about. She gives Sidewinder a look of studied disinterest.

Herr Schmidt waits at the bar, wearing a nondescript suit that serves as efficient urban camouflage. Slightly overweight and balding, he looks at something on his PocSec while sipping from a brown glass bottle marked with a bright red ship's anchor. Not surprising that the Bavarian mage would choose a beer.

You are thus far unnoticed, or at least your contact gives the appearance that you are unnoticed. One can never be too certain in these kinds of shadow-games.

Mechanics.

@Sidewinder: Commune. 21:14, Today: Mr. Johnson, on behalf of Sidewinder, rolled 6 using 1d6 ((6)).

Sidewinder: Essence 6 / Edge 4 / Hold +1 / Seducer Spirit +1 / Destroyer Spirit lose 1 spirit point
  Urban Teacher Spirit: Services 2
Pacer: Edge 4 / Prep 1
  Ares Predator: silent / Ammo 3
  Mitsuhama Microskimmer: recharging

“See the tabby?” she says just above a whisper, discreetly drawing Pacer’s attention toward the parafeline as Sidewinder slowly makes her way toward Herr Schmidt. “Felis mutabilis. Talis cat. Could rip out your throat before you even notice it grow.” This is an exaggeration, but not a large one if the texts are accurate.

Almost as fast as a serpent’s strike.

Parazoology was among the top of her prospective specialties before her exposure to the Unified Magical Theory. Ley lines weren’t even on the list.

“And with its shaman, we could cover nothing,” she continues, doubling down on the assertion that the pair is fairly impotent at the moment. Still, a mana-fed Natrixs would be a comfort. But She would set off alarm bells. Like a security blanket on fire.

„Servus, Herr,“ she greets Herr Schmidt upon arriving at the bar, pitching her voice as if speaking to a minor superior. She weighs how bold a tack to take, and elects to lean an arm against the bartop.

“May we join you?”

Pacer may have been given a mumbled explanation of the talis cat, but has not received so much as a glance. As if he is expected to execute his duties without instruction or intrusion. Still, she has been using reflective surfaces and pointed ears to try to observe him. The is only an act. He is a peer to his ‘ward,’ not a servant.
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Pacer was being rushed, but he knew how to slow things down.  He wouldn't go in there unprepared.

Before they exited the sedan, Pacer did three things.  He checked the Predator for a smartlink—dammit, of course not—but at least its silenced.  Next, he stowed his directional mic in his suit pocket.  Finally, he tested their micro-transceivers one more time.

Knowing they weren't going in completely unprepared helped somewhat, but Pacer could feel his pulse beating faster, so he concentrated on breathing slowly.  Adrenaline was starting to hit.  I hate this part.

As they entered the hotel, by the sight of it—ultralux for these parts, with some mystical shit thrown in for fun—Pacer was starting to feel that Sidewinder was keeping him more in the dark than was healthy for a man's survival prospects.  There was nothing he could do about that now, but he was starting to get pissed.

Knock it off, he reminded himself.  Stay cool or die.

The sight of the woman and her cat caught him off-guard.

Alright.  Pacer kept his thoughts silent, fighting to keep his expression as blank as possible.  So now we have magic cats.

He avoided looking at the animal—and the human it was following—though he couldn't help but notice, the genie-lady looked kind of hot.

He regretted being in the dark, under-prepared, missing his wheels, firepower, and most of his new toys.

Still, he admitted, taking note of the A-level security and professional environs.  Sidewinder had the right idea.  Keeping the lowest profile possible here is mandatory.

To that end, Pacer reminded himself to stay as silent as possible.  To treat Schmidt like a total stranger—or better, a ghost.  If the situation permitted, Pacer resolved, he would pretend like he couldn't even see the man, sitting there drinking his...what kind of beer was that, anyway?

Pacer blinked through a flood of emotions.  Being forced to rely solely on the "proper" behavior—and speech, or lack thereof—was a skill Pacer had practiced on the job as a driver, personal assistant, and bodyguard for two decades now.

In short, he knew when to shut the fuck up.  And now was the time.

Pacer kept one eye on Schmidt.  Fingering the mic in his pocket, Pacer flicked it on, attempting to discern the distant sounds of the room through his datalink, starting with the cat-lady.

Check the Situation.  With his eyes, Pacer is looking for anything out of the ordinary with Schmidt or the nearest people.  With his ears, Pacer is pointing directional mic in his suit pocket toward the Genie/Cat Lady (to the extent possible).
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@Mr Johnson: I have her rudimentary knowledge of talis cats as parafauna for expedience’s sake. Though there is certainly Awakened life she would need a Citation Needed for.

Edit: She would have also tried to sex the kitty. An academic reflex, with a foolproof methodology to discriminate between a tom and a queen. (Gibs too, but I doubt there was any neutering.)
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The mundane.

At a glance, Lady Cat looks every part a pro. The harem girl chic says she is confident and the tame talis cat says she is capable, both signs that is would be bad to cross the svelte little minx.  There is no telling exactly what she is capable of unless you press the issue, and that doesn't seem like it would be good for biz.

„Ahhh, Hallo guten Tag,“ the portly mage says amicably. "Yes, please join me. I think there is a free booth in the corner," he says gesturing to an empty space tucked away from prying eyes.

@Pacer. Check the situation. 20:00, Today: Mr. Johnson, on behalf of Pacer, rolled 10 using 2d6+1 ((6,3)). strong success … Ask three questions or add a single useful detail

The magical.

There is no doubt, this fella is a proud and intact Tom. His astral form is bigger than a lynx but smaller than a leopard. About 30kg or 70lbs of magically active, rippling animal muscle. He follows the shaman with the aloofness only a feline can properly convey, but you are confident that this cat is firmly bonded to the shaman.

@Sidewinder. Just go ahead and try to spay or neuter a talis cat. See how that works out for you...

this one watches the spell weaver and it's pet Natrixs says with a hiss into Sidewinder's mind. from a distance... best not to come too close

this one stays away miss manaweaver... comes the other voice in your mind, the teacher spirit naturally a bit skittish around the other magician. you go to a place that this one does not wish to follow... but this one is dutifully waiting for your return

Schmidt leads the way to the booth and leaves space for each of you to find a seat. He is polite but businesslike in the way you would expect of the emissary for a magical society headed by a Great Dragon.

>>>>>from Shadowlands: Allianz Deutscher Länder

*translated in 0.0001 seconds by Polyglot^(tm) a proud Shiawase affiliated product*

As far as secret societies go, Benandanti XXV isn’t the type to hide behind shrouds and skulk around the fringes. Frag, they maintain a world-renowned magical library at one of Europe’s premiere universities.

They are mostly harmless, holding moonlight rituals and pushing magical theory into practice. Seekers of knowledge, not power.

Naturally Schwartzkopf’s methods vary from legitimate and perfectly legal to shady and nefarious. Such is the way of things in the Sixth World. It’s actually quite surprising that the Dragon plays by the rules at all, hells look at Hualpa…

The point is that no one with ambition keeps their hands, or claws, completely clean.
-posted by Jutlander <<<<<

As you will, good spirit, she telepathically communicates to the Mentor. These spirits manifest wisdom itself. Only a fool would disregard their judgement. Yet it did not offer an explanation. Is there something about Hr Schmidt that would scare it off?

Yet Natrixs receives a simple psychic imprint of respect and gratitude. There is nothing more to convey. The fact that such a proud and potent spirit would prefer to do nothing but observe with slit pupils on the cat speaks volumes. F mutabilis is categorized as a high-threat paranimal, but there’s always a difference between a library and field work.

And right now she is glad to have pursued magical theory. The notion of specializing in parazoology feels incredibly naïve at the moment.

“Soykafetière,” she curtly orders soykaf from the bartender with the tragic portmanteau with cafetière, what was once the preferred term in Britain for a coffee press. But there isn’t much bona fide café to be found nowadays, hence the neologism. And academia is hardly the place to find such expensive aliment.

Three fingers are held up as she languidly turns her eyes to Pacer and Hr Schmidt, silently requesting three cups made available. It doesn’t particularly matter whether the others would indulge, it is merely an act of courtesy as well as a haughtiness toward the staff. A performance of being important enough to warrant a bodyguard with magnanimity and expectation to be waited on hand and foot.

Ruder than normal? Yes. But she had told Pacer the truth when she called this a rehearsal.

However, her aloof demeanor sinks a little when settling down to the appointed booth. Her heart rate increases and she can feel a hint of a blush that she tries to hide behind the wisps of steam rising from the black soykaf. Such emotion is not befitting a Snake mage. Though its root is acceptable.

Sitting in Dragonspeech lectures by the Sixth World’s première expert on magic, and nothing less than a great dragon, were truly cherished experiences. Now she is being contracted by Schwartzkopf’s personal magical order? This has not been the preferred route to associate with Benandanti XXV, but that doesn’t stop the creeping fangirling. But she also nurtures a suspicion that this path is no coincidence.

Not to mention the payment, which only increases her excitement. And while the mundane Pacer may not have the same interests, there is an opportunity that will excite him as well. And it isn’t whatever his payment will be. Probably nuyen.

The thoughts buzzing through her head are left unspoken. She takes draughts from her mug, not intending to be the first to speak.

@Mr Johnson: So she brought the scalpel and lidocaine for nothing???

Edit: Oh, and she would have taken a peek at Hr Schmidt like she did with the shaman, cat, and Watcher. Seems like nothing would have stuck out other than ‘mage.’
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Pacer sat silently next to his "employer," he thought with sarcasm—though she's starting to act like one—and did his best to execute the plan.

Ignore Schmidt at all costs.

He held his head still, but his eyes wandered behind his sunglasses.

Already he was expecting a curveball from the good doctor.  Who knew when it would come, but he knew it would.  In the meantime, it was best to keep as still and silent as possible, senses pricked.

Tell me one useful detail.

“You are relieved from duty,” she quietly assures Pacer after a simpering quaff of soykaf. “This business includes us both, nicht wahr?” The terminal rhetorical German question aimed at Hr Schmidt is designed to redirect Pacer’s attention to where she believes it belongs.

If he thinks this is a private enough area to discuss what will surely be illegal, then this is surely private enough to suspend the performance. Well, a partial performance. She is the more significant of the pair. Obviously.

Though she sees no reason to mention Natrixs’s overwatch. At least for now.

A useful detail: Schmidt is out of his depth. He is doing a fair job of keeping his cool, but he is not a shadowplayer. He's a formally educated magus, so book smart obviously and by extension, is clever enough to have figured out that using this spot for the meeting was a good call, but he is an amateur...

..of course, so are you.

Schmidt's timid demeanor sent Pacer's mind into overdrive.  Somehow the threat of the Bel Aire Kings could be useful if Schmidt misbehaved...

"Huh." Pacer cleared his throat in a kind of nonverbal half-cough half-laugh, trying to signal to his partner, This fucker is more afraid here than we are.  Squeeze him.

It wouldn't do for the driver to speak first.  He waited for the doctor.
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”This is an Amulet of Ethereal Shores,” Schmidt begins, flashing a photo across the screen of his PocSec.

Tell it to them straight…

”As best we can tell, seven were made during the Fourth World.” he says, flipping through a series of pictures. ”They appear in different cultures throughout antiquity. Egyptian, Babylonian, Persian, Carthaginian, Greek, Byzantine and this one, Roman.” he continues, showing each picture in turn. Each amulet crafted from orichalcum, twelve-sided and marked with symbols of power appropriate to the time and place they were crafted.

”Proteus AG holds the Roman amulet.” he said, stopping on the photo of the golden polygon bearing the image of a woman with a hissing snake coiled around her arm. ”Salus, not immediately apparent as an appropriate image, but when one considers her role as a protective force and as a healer her presence on an amulet like this seems more fitting. The Romans of course believed that personal relationships with the departed were natural, so considering the contemporary beliefs surrounding worship of the deity, the presence of Salus on an amulet like this at the early dawn of the Fifth World is not at all surprising.” he said, with the tone of a tenured university professor, which of course he probably was.

”The amulets are shadows of the Fourth World. Under the right conditions they could tap into the old magic, even as the Fifth World snuffed out the light of mana for a time. The amulets are quite valued from a historical perspective and for the relative novelty of the old ways being reflected in the same manner through different cultures,” he continues with his ponderous lecture, eventually getting to the point. ”This one is different now though, a millennium is a long time. Since it was crafted, the magic has returned and this amulet has touched the San Andreas Ley Line. It has Awakened.” he added dramatically.

”The magic of the Fourth World was different, primal, pervasive in a way that is not possible with the technological innovations of the Sixth.” he continued. ”Herr Schwartzkopf is … interested … in how the old magic might react in the new world. His generosity and openness to a deal with Proteus AG has been rebuffed, or so I am told. So we find ourselves in need of a less direct approach to securing the amulet for the Order.”

The image is taken in and analyzed, but this doesn’t last long.

“Fourth World”

She does her best to avoid hurling out the soykaf in her mouth and fails. At least it all made it into the cup. And none of it out of her nose. The lack of professionalism is profoundly embarrassing, but how else is she supposed to react?

“Fourth World”

Her eyes remain fixed on the Hr Schmidt’s PocSec.

Salus, she ponders, something more productive to think on. Salus, Salus, Salus.

She had greeted Pacer with saludos. Odds are there is a straight line through the Romance language to Roman itself, though the meaning must have morphed somewhat along the way. Irrelevant. Probably. Which declension should that be, now? Irrelevant. Definitely.

A deity with a snake should immediately come to mind, but her thoughts drift toward the Greek Hygieia as the daughter of the far more famous Asclepius and his even more famous rod. Serpents associated with all of them.

The depictions of the goddesses are extraordinarily similar. But it would be perilous to equate the two religions. She’s not exactly a fan of interpretatio graeca. And the qualities ascribed to either goddess do not fit the SNAKE she knows, but every Roman deity big and small did require a specific sacrifice proportional to its designated power.

Of course, the Fifth World would lack the background mana required to interact with a spirit, but there could still be some type of lingering cultural memory.

Citation Needed: Does Salus mean anything to you? she asks Natrixs while racking her own memories.

Then she moves on, ensuring not a drop of soykaf remains on her person. The ley line is the key to its Awakening. Focus on the proximate.

Her suspicion moves up a notch. She has been studying ley lines off of Tír Tairngire—much to her chagrin—and now there is a job directly related to a ley line. All lying along fault lines, and therefore assuredly naturally-occurring ones.

The west of the Tír is more complicated with its Juan de Fuca Plate; the San Andreas Fault is simply the North American Plate strike-shifting against the Pacific Plate. Though there are other fault lines in the area, something she buffed up on to aid in a cover, but the San Andreas is certainly the big one.

Why is such mind-numbing material so necessary to learn at her level of education?

“Fourth World”

She is lucky her soykaf is not adequately potable, because to hear Schwartzkopf’s name out loud is another shock to the system. While this is not new to her, this conversation must be two-to-three steps away from the attention of great dragon himself.

But the chaos in her mind is unacceptable. So she takes a moment to compose herself, managing to achieve the neutral, controlled mien she typically wears. And forcing her mind into obedience. Hermetics have taught her approaches to centering the mind. SNAKE does not seem to allow her to draw mana from anywhere other than HER, but the techniques can still be useful in other ways.

“What does ‘Awakened’ signify in this case?” she asks. The finer details could prove invaluable in the theft. The fact that it’s what she’s most intrigued by is simply a silver lining. As thick as that line can get. “Its properties,” she clarifies. ”And any potential . . . interactions?” As in, ‘what might happen if a magician touches it?’ Or even, ‘what might happen if a Snake mage touches it?’

“Fourth World”

OOC: Yes, I also buffed up on plate tectonics. But her narrative sounds so much smarter now!

Edit: For anyone who is interested in how polytheism generally worked in the ancient/classical world, this series is a great primer: https://acoup.blog/category/co...ractical-polytheism/
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It has Awakened.

Pacer's mind snapped back to the present.  Schmidt's history dissertation had bored him to distraction—he'd always been bored by mythology.

Same story told a thousand fucking ways.

Then he caught himself. What the fuck have I got myself into?

His foot had been tapping softly.  He stopped it.

Listen up, he reminded himself.  Your survival might depend on it.

Check the Situation.  As the mages discussed...whatever it is they're discussing, Pacer is subtly looking around, listening, and re-directing the mic in his pocket in an attempt to keep apprised of anything nearby that might impact their security.
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@Sidewinder.

salus... hisses your ally spirit.

Citation Needed. 13:46, Today: Mr. Johnson, on behalf of Sidewinder, rolled 8 using 2d6+1 ((4,3)).weak success

this one knows one who knows much... they will have heard that name... a turn of the sun is what it will take to come back with more...

Natrixs can find out something useful, but it will take the spirit a day to bring back the info. Send her off or lose the opportunity?

---

@Pacer.
Check the Situation. 13:47, Today: Mr. Johnson, on behalf of Pacer, rolled 8 using 2d6+1 ((1,6)). weak success

The handy little mic picks up voices beyond the kitchen door. Two men, shooting the drek about the daily grind. There is a sound like a heavy door scraping on the tiles and you briefly catch the sound of a suborb engine. There must be a door back there that opens to the outside.

A possible escape route or the direction of a surprise attack.

Take +1 forward for any action that involves that door as an escape. Any attack that comes from the kitchen cannot get the drop on you.

---

"When the amulet touched the ley line, the old magic returned." Schmidt explained. "Fueled by the mana of the Sixth World, one presumes the amulet has Awakened to it's original purpose. Although we cannot be certain as Proteus AG has denied our researchers access to the talisman. If our assumption is correct, it would allow a magician to speak to the dead. Not the spiritualist chicanery of the 19th and 20th centuries. Real access to the spirits of the departed residing past the near umbra on the distant ethereal planes."

Citation Needed (Natrixs): Salus

Distance is disconcerting, she flatters the spirit. Though it is also true. But go.

This may prove helpful, but she has to admit to herself that part of the request is mere curiosity. She doubts Natrixs would bother a run-of-the-mill mythologist. The source could even reside on the astral plane for all she knows. No matter what, this should be something more esoteric. Something more secretive. How could a Snake mage possible resist?

---

Nekromancie? She is taken aback at the sheer potential of such an artefact in the hands of someone who can properly use it. Or in the claws.

Citation Needed: Divination (Necromancy)

As humiliating as the event of defiling her soykaf may have been, she is still supercilious to the server when remedying the situation. The staff is probably laughing behind her back. But what does she care?

“Do you know of any means to fabricate a sham amulet?” she asks after the waiter departs and resumes indulging in her addiction. This is clearly a question regarding some sort of trick that could delay the discovery that a theft has even occurred.

This would require a method of astral masking. Sounds doable with enough nuyen. As well as crafting a replica given a talented enough sculptor. More nuyen . . . it’s not like academia pays well . . .

But to fashion a convincing Fourth-World astral signature? For any length of time? Far beyond her means. And the subtle gestures needed to weave magic don’t exactly translate into sleight-of-hand. Nor does she know how the fake could even successfully be smuggled in.

So, yeah, there are a lot of needs and ifs for this nascent idea. But if they manage to acquire everything they need and if it all works, they’ll have absconded without danger to life or limb. Job done. But all of those ifs coming together does admittedly feel rather iffy.

“And-” she raps manicured fingernails against the tabletop, “-do you have any details regarding the interior of the facility?” This is partially a demonstration for Pacer. Her handler was kind enough to provide information she hasn’t decided to convey yet. Though there is something begging elucidation, but she hasn’t elected to ask yet. Or whether she will. “I have spent the majority of my time on Proteus AG territory aboard arkoblocks.”
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@Sidewinder. Necromancy …

Citation Needed. 12:38, Today: Mr. Johnson, on behalf of Sidewinder, rolled 6 using 2d6+1 ((1,4)). fail Take 1XP and Advance

… was not an area you studied extensively you can try again with the mentor spirit later if you like.

”Fabricate a sham?” he says, scratching his beard thoughtfully.  ”A physical replica would be a simple matter, easily done. Something that had the right astral appearance, now that would be an interesting practical exercise for my masters class on applied illusion. An intriguing idea indeed.” Tapping a lengthy note into his PocSec there is a long pause, plenty of time to top up those kafs.

”The interior layout of the college building where the amulet is held should not be difficult to discern. I’m certain our initial investigation determined the floor plans and other mundane information.” he replies with far less interest than he had in the idea of creating a false amulet. ”I’m sure it is secured in a vault or some sort of secure and warded lab, but I don’t have any information on that exactly.”

Pacer kept one ear on his mic while Herr Schmidt made his proposition.  Whatever it was, it had better result in a payday.

So far, the threat level seemed low—which meant they were at their most vulnerable.

Between the inner operations and passages carving through the heart of this place (Pacer could feel the core of the building pulse with activity: there were layers inside here that would not be easily penetrated) and the meek, mealy-mouthed man in front of him (Pacer had to keep his mouth from chewing his cheeks in disgust, had to keep his eyes roaming to avoid burning the man with his hateful gaze) did not inspire confidence that a great payday was on the horizon.

But maybe revenge is.

Revenge.  Pacer hadn't spent a lot of time thinking about revenge, generally, in his life.  But in the past few weeks, the topic had bubbled to the surface...more than once.

Pacer looked for a waiter, hoping to wave down a refill of his kaf.  Maybe a cute one.

He let his eye wander toward his partner, waiting for the right pause in the conversation before speaking, and thought about the doctor next to him.  She was the reason he was here.  Money didn't grow on trees, but it was easier to find than a woman who interested him.  And at this point, he didn't know if this one was even interested in men, human or otherwise.  But the elf had a certain... authority to her that was attractive to Pacer.

He snapped back to the present, one ear on his microphone, one ear on Schmidt, trying in vain to decipher the magic-speak while remaining thoroughly unimpressed with the man's lack of attention to security.  Typical.

"...but I don’t have any information on that exactly."

That's when Pacer took his shot.

"Then you'll get some", he said.  "If you want our help."

Pull Strings (Schmidt is one of my contacts).  Pacer wants more information from Schmidt on the less mundane details.
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Try as she might, she cannot recall anything regarding communing with the dead. Then she realizes why the subject never interested her. How could she know who or what she would truly be interacting with? How could anyone know? Why interrogate the unanswerable?

But, if this artefact does what Hr Schmidt said it does, it’s possible she could catch a glimpse of a truth from that inscrutable abyss!

And his mention of illusion magic starts a gear turning in her mind. The initial proposition doesn’t lie in the realm of her knowledge, but the clash of the ancient with the new . . .

Pacer’s words arrest her train of thought. This is a member of Benandanti XXV. Benandanti XXV! Not only is he deserving of a more respectful tone—she is more than a little starstruck—there are better paths to trace. Magical ones, to be specific. Something that seems so obvious to the Awakened that it hadn’t even occurred to her that anyone else wouldn’t be thinking the exact same thing.

“Or perhaps direct us toward those who can?” she asks with a more diplomatic tone and suppressed wince. Though she is forced to admit that it’s possible Pacer could be asking the right question at the right time. She doesn’t agree, but it’s not like she’s ever planned a heist before.

In either event, perhaps she can help Pacer get what he’s after. It’s not like this is a superfluous detail. How her own illusory talents could be utilized is put on the back burner.

OOC: Dunno if she can help Pacer’s roll in some way, but she can try.

Schmidt isn't a contact ... maybe after the run if things go well, but not quite yet.

The Face move Honeyed Words would get Pacer the same result and is very consistent with the way he is playing this scene right now ... if Pacer took that move on this Advance that is.

Schmidt is out of his depth a little here... so, without Honeyed Words, I'll roll +Presence (glitched) and +1 with Sidewinder lending weight to the press for info.

In reply to Mr. Johnson (msg # 141):

OOC: Got it, thanks for clarifying.  Maybe Manipulate instead?  Although that's probably the same roll as what you're suggesting.  I trust your judgment!
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Manipulate 23:16, Today: Mr. Johnson, on behalf of Pacer, rolled 6 using 2d6+1 ((4,1)). (+1 aided by Sidewinder) Weak Success

"Ja, vielleicht," he says rubbing his bearded chin, "But I will need assurances that my efforts are not wasted and that We do not risk further exposure. You will take the job?"

“We will,” she answers, brazenly speaking for both burgeoning ’runners, dictatorialism concealing some anxiety. Besides, without Pacer, this is dead in the water. So may as well act as if he agrees. All of his actions do at least point in the proper direction anyway.

„Natürlich,“ she adds after another draught of soykaf, taking full advantage of the meeting’s location. “Jedoch another conspirator could increase the odds of success?”

Sure, adding skills and expertise into the pool would do exactly that, but if things turn ugly the pair could certainly use extra muscle. Subtle magic could be difficult to effectively employ during a firefight.

Pacer exhaled slowly.

Bluff accepted... I think.

A subtle nod of the head should suffice, but he opted for clarity instead.

Keeping his voice low, Pacer spoke.

"I'm in."
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