<Bork> you were all leaving Gerard's haunt the street is dark and the wraithlamps
give off a sickly green light
<Bork> the street is slick with rain and there are few cars to be seen at this time of night
<Erik> "Well, we need info on that evil Roman guy"
* Brianna is holding Billy's hand, still wary for another attacker in the darkness
<Erik> "Anyone else have access to a library that might hold knowledge of him?"
<Gerard> "Paul might."
<Storytell> Billy-"Are you going to take me to my mom?"
<Erik> "Well, let's get him."
<Gerard> "Where is he though?"
<Erik> "I don't know...back at the destroyed Legion Hall?"
<Brianna> "I don't know where she is, Billy! Come with us, and we'll do what we can to find her." <Storytell> Billy"Ok, pretty lady."
* Brianna hugs Billy and looks at the others, to see what we're going to do.
<Remy> "Well...what did we find about dis Markova? He was a Roman?"
* Brianna nods
<Erik> "Exactly...and not a whole lot more."
<Erik> "Maybe he used an assumed name, at different points in his career."
<Remy> "Well...maybe we should go check Heirarchy records...If he was dead, I'm bettin," *he grins at this*,"that the heirarchy has records."
<Brianna> "That's a good idea, Remy. We should check there first."
<Erik> "They would...but would they let a bunch of raw recruits look at the records?"
<Erik> "It's worth a shot, though."
<Brianna> "Well, maybe we should go find Paul first."
<Gerard> "Perhaps we should look at a more impressive library, like the Metro or something." <Shadow> {Brianna: "you are getting to "friendly" with these people...remember what happened last time?"}
<Remy> "Paul probably is at the Pauper legion hall..."
* Brianna frowns and shakes her head, trying to drive those thoughts from her head
<Erik> "Brianna...you and I can go look for Paul, the others can check Hierarchy records."
<Brianna> "Can they get in without Paul though, Erik?"
<Erik> "They might, and doing more than one thing at once will make our search progress faster." <Shadow> {Erik: (in voice of mother): "You make a fine leader son....."}
<Erik> "So, what do the rest of you think?"
<Gerard> "Eriks right."
<Remy> "No, wait.."
* Erik ignores his mother
<Remy> "Brianna, I sensed you are more skilled at fatalism than me, could you limit the possibilities of where Paul could be?"
<Brianna> "It's a good idea. Though I don't know how comfortable I am going back there, with our numbers divided."
<Shadow> {Erik "Thats Tellin her......"}
<Erik> "Even if we do need Paul, you might find other things along the way."
* Erik ignores his Shadow.
* Brianna nods,"I can try.."
<Erik> "And even if we're divided, we can still run."
<Erik> "We don't have to fight everything we come across."
<Shadow> {Erik (in voice of father) "Coward"}
<Shadow> {Erik "Shut up"}
<Erik> (Go to hell, Shadow)
<Erik> "So, what does everyone else say?"
* Brianna concentrates hard on Paul, trying to determine where he could be.
<Gerard> "You know Erik, you have a level head on your shoulders."
<Erik> "I've been forced into being that way long ago..."
* Brianna closes her eyes, swaying a bit where she stands.
<Shadow> Remy begins to show cracks and burn marks in his corpus, small pieces of skin drop off him. <Erik> "Not another shadow clone..."
<Remy> "Dis no good..."
<Shadow> after a few seconds it stops.
<Brianna> After a few moments, Brianna opens her eyes.
<Brianna> "He's still at the Nihil, where we left him." she states confidently.
<Erik> "Well, waiting around here isn't finding Paul or the Hall of Records, so let's move out."
* Remy looks at his corpus.
<Gerard> "Yes, lets."
* Erik begins to go to the boat.
<Remy> "Lets all find Paul."
* Remy walks to the boat as well.
* Brianna takes Billy by the hand and walks beside Erik.
* Gerard walks to the boat.
<Erik> "All right, then..."
<Storytell> you all walk for about a half an hour and little is seen on the streets
<Storytell> you reach the docks and see that the boat is waiting there
<Shadow> {Erik "I am so sorry, I have killed them, you will never hear them again....."}
<Storytell> two Legionnaires stand by the dock
* Brianna follows Erik
<Erik> "Greetings, Legionnaires..."
<Shadow> Gerard looks at the Legionnaires and sees only two priests standing there, smirking, looking down at him.
<Storytell> "Greetings, patrol. What patrol are you?"
<Erik> "We are the 32nd."
<Storytell> "Ah yes, the Anaceron of Fate is looking for you."
<Remy> "We are looking for our Centurian, Paul de Younger."
<Shadow> looking them over Gerard sees them standing over him, in power, in control.....knowing his secrets.
* Brianna looks surprised. "The Anaceron is looking for us?"
<Remy> "Well well...We be moving up in the ranks."
* Remy smiles
<Erik> "Then I guess our first business is with the Anaceron, is it not? Let's go, waiting around solves no problems."
<Gerard> (It doesn't bother me one bit little shadow)
<Storytell> "Yes, she has sent a messenger to us. Thinking you would come this way."
<Erik> "All right."
<Brianna> "What did she say?"
<Remy> "What be the message, Good Sirs?"
<Storytell> "The messenger said that the Anaceron is requesting your presence."
* Remy nods.
<Brianna> "Where?"
<Erik> "Then we must go."
<Gerard> "Well, this is a little more important than what we were planning on doing."
<Erik> "I assume we go to the Hall of the Legion of Fate."
<Remy> "Having such fine soldiers must do the Lady proud." Remy says.
<Storyteller> the one looks at the other and shrugs. They look back at Remy.
<Erik> "Well then, we should head to the Hall of the Legion of Fate, before the Lady becomes angry with us."
<Storyteller> "Umm sir, the Hall of Fate is that way." the one says pointing down the street.
* Remy inconspiciously drops his deck of cards into the boat.
<Remy> "Jus' getting these, mon amis" he says, holding up the cards.
<Storyteller> "Hey she said all of you." says the guards.
* Gerard follows Erik.
* Remy walks out of the boat, then, and approaches the hall of Fate.
<Storyteller> you all walk down the street heading towards the hall it takes you little time to find the parking garage, as you get closer shadows change,there are legionnaires waiting by the drive way
<Erik> "I just love the decor..."
<Erik> "Greetings, Legionnaires."
<Storyteller> "Greetings, patrol.
<Gerard> "Greetings."
<Storyteller> "You have an apointment here?"
<Erik> "We do."
<Remy> "Oui, the lady sent for us."
<Storyteller> "Ah, then enter."
* Erik enters
<Storyteller> and with that the whole of the parkway changes there are soulforged desks taking shape in the darkest shadows.
* Erik jumps back, startled.
<Shadow> {Gerard: "Sinners........"}
<Remy> "Impressive, non?"
* Erik walks up to a desk, still very jumpy.
<Storyteller> wraiths working tirelessly at them, they look at you and back to their work.
<Erik> "We have an appointment with the Anaceron."
<Storyteller> a tall wraith walks over to you.
<Erik> "Greetings."
<Storyteller> "Can I help you..."
<Erik> "We were summoned by the Anaceron."
<Storyteller> "Yes, well follow me."
<Remy> "Oui, we have an appointment with our Anaceron."
* Erik follows the tall wraith.
* Gerard follows Eric.
* Remy follows the man.
<Storyteller> he shows you to the upper level, there is a room.
* Erik enters the room.
<Storyteller> "Wait here and she will be with you."
* Erik waits patiently.
<Storyteller> there is another wraith in the waiting room.
<Remy> "Bonjour" remy says to the newcommer.
* Simon is a sort of tall, bespectacled wraith, carrying a somewhat large bag, pacing nervously.
<Simon> "um... hi! Do you know what's going on by any chance?"
<Remy> "non, we just got here ourselves."
<Simon> "Uh... any of you?"
<Erik> "What do you mean?"
<Gerard>"Don't know whats up."
<Simon> "I mean... any of you know what's going on?"
<Simon> "Great... I love bureaucracy."
<Erik> "I don't know...is something going wrong?"
<Simon> "I dunno... some soldiers came up and 'asked' me to come up here."
<Remy> "non, we just got here ourselves."
<Erik> "It would seem like it."
<Remy> "No...nothing is wrong when a large Nihil opens up in the middle of a heirarchy headquarters." Remy says with a smirk.
<Erik> "Well, I just arrived in the Underworld, so forgive my lack of attachment to it."
<Simon> "Hey might as well make the most of it. I don't think we're going anywhere."
<Erik> "Nope."
* Simon stands back a bit, eyes the others, and resumes pacing...
* Erik finds a seat, sits, and waits.
* Remy takes a seat as well, deals some cards, and plays solaitaire.
<Simon> "By the way I am... um... used to be... well, my name's Simon."
<Erik> "Mine's Erik."
* Erik offers his hand.
<Gerard> "I'm Gerard."
<Remy> "Remy. Remy LeClaire."
* Simon hesitates a sec then shakes it.
<Erik> "You seem a little nervous."
<Simon> "Shouldn't I be? I'm in a room full of strangers, about to meet the Anacreon of Fate."
<Erik> "How do you think I feel...I've only been here about a day...and all these wierd things are hapening..."
<Simon> "Being dead's rough, friend. Better than Oblivion though."
<Erik> "So I've heard."
<Simon> "Do you suppose it'd be bad form to knock?"
<Erik> "I have no idea..."
* Simon scowls a bit...
<Erik> "It's worth a try, anyway."
<Storyteller> The door opens.
<Simon> *under his breath* "Finally."
* Simon walks in.
* Erik gets up and walks in.
<Storyteller> a woman, or wht appears to be a woman, sits at a large desk her face is covered by a large moon like mask.
<Erik> "You summoned us?"
<Storyteller> "Yes," she says.
* Remy bows
<Storyteller> "I have called you here, because there are changes to be made."
<Remy> "Greetings, most honoured Anarcreon, It humbles me to be in your prescence."
* Simon snorts quietly...
<Erik> "What kind of changes..."
<Storyteller> "This," she? motions to Simon, "Is your new member."
<Remy> "What sort of 'changes' be we talking about?"
<Simon> "Changes? I've had enough of those for a while..."
<Storyteller> "And Paul is no longer your Centurion."
<Erik> "Why not?"
<Erik> "If I may ask."
<Remy> "Changes when it comes to de heirarchy don't happen too often, Simon, so it balances out." <Storyteller> "He is being given new responsibilities."
<Storyteller> "And one of you is as well."
<Erik> "So who is our Adjustor going to be?"
<Storyteller> "I will allow you to decide."
<Remy> "We are goin' to choose a Adjustor? Be I hearing dis right?"
<Storyteller> "Yes, you have heard me correctly."
<Simon> "So what exactly are these... fine folks and I doing?"
<Erik> "Well, I guess we've got to make a choice."
<Remy> "What kind of 'new responsabilities' will the one we choose get?"
<Storyteller> "He or she, will be the Adjustor of this Cohort."
<Storyteller> "You are no longer a patrol."
<Erik> "And what are we, then?"
<Remy> "De same as we been."
* Remy shrugs
<Simon> "Not to interrupt your Ladyship, but what exactly am I doing here?"
<Erik> "I guess we just have more freedom...and more reponsibilities..."
<Storyteller> "You are to be investigators for the time being."
<Simon> "Ah... and what exactly are we to investigate?"
<Storyteller> "You wil be given the duties and responsibility of investigating the Nihil."
<Erik> "And how do you propose we do that...go right into it?"
<Remy> "Huh..de Nihil, eh? We don' have to go _in_ it, do we?"
<Simon> "Never seen a Nihil before... *half to myself*
<Storyteller> "How you investigate it is your business."
<Storyteller> "The results are mine."
<Erik> "I see..."
<Simon> "That's a bit vague... my Lady... any tips?"
<Remy> Simon:"I wouldn't recomend. You can see malestroms of the damned swirling below, calling for you..."
* Remy shudders
<Remy> "It's nearly hypnotic...dere is a force of attraction."
<Storyteller> "No, I can tell you no more."
* Simon frowns a bit.
<Simon> "I guess they don't call it the 'fickle' finger of fate for nothing, eh?"
<Remy> "Will we have access to de Heirarchy records, my lady?"
<Storyteller> "Yes, you will." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The anaceron looks at each of you. Her eyes seem to bore through you. "Since Paul is no longer your Centurion, you must elect one from your circle. Choose who will wear the mask." with that she opens up a drawer and brings out a box. "Who is your new Adjustor?"

Brianna looks expectantly at the people around her, wondering who will volunteer for the task of leading us. She knows in her heart that she is not meant for leadership and so stays silent.

Gerard look's around the group, then ask's "So, who's qualified for the job? I know I am not, so it must be someone else." Remy looks around to the gathered members of the patrol. "I majored at Tulane university in Political Science. I think that dis necropolis needs some reform. De 'Butcher' has kept us under martial law for too long. And for what? Jus' to crush all Renegade activity? Jus' because someone chooses to live apart from de heirarchy don' mean dat they should be converted into street lamps, or possably even these swords that we carry. I'm not saying dat a troublemaker shouldn't be dealt wit', but I also think dat if someone wants to live appart from us peacefully, den dat is their decision. De Heirarchy needs some change. Some positive change. And I would like to bring it about. Already I have begun to build up a reputation amongst de higher ups. An' If I am elected leader, each member will get an equal say before a decision is made."

Erik looks around at the assembled group. "Well...I think that we would be best seved if Remy took the position...I just think he'd do a better job of getting us favours and information from our superiors...so...I'll cast my vote for Remy..." Erik looks at the others, waiting for their opinions.

"It appears that Remy is the only one volunteering for the position. I think that we've found our leader." Brianna states. "Unless there are any objections.."

"No objections," Gerard adds. "Look's like Remy is the choice."

to be continued.