2015.10.09:MeetingFaqirah

Meeting Faqirah
Meeting with Faqirah about the assault on the Argent Institute.
IC Date	October 9th, 2015
IC Time	Evening, Not long after Sun down
Players	Gwydion, Faqirah
Location	The Rose Garden at Maple Park
Prp/Tp	No structured prp but the previous log is here next log is here
Spheres	Mage, Vampire
Theme Song	None

Gwydion loves using maple park for meetings because its so close to his office so he doesn't take long to arrive. "Evening."

Faqirah nods respectfully. Her expression is terse. "Good evening old friend." She gestures to a bench where the two of you may sit before seating herself upon it and smoothing down the folds of her white burkah. "You have no doubt heard of the attack on the Argent Institute?"

Gwydion nods as he takes a seat "And I've already looked into it some to try and trace back what motivated the police. There is a complication."

Faqirah nods. "I would not immediately finger your people except that word from some of the survivors points to exactly that. Cainites being punched and liquefied by the punch. Guns firing but no casings expended. All these bear the hallmarks of true magick. This may be an attack instigated by the Tower but it is also assisted by mages. I would know who those mages are and have them burned."

Gwydion shakes his head "I won't say I know every mage in the city but its probably a pretty near thing and if there were an operation of that sort in the offing I likely would have heard. Not saying there weren't mages there just saying it seems less likely. At least they weren't from my house. I had been looking from the outside to what began it and hadn't gotten to analysis of the scene yet. Multiple unconnected civilian reports of suspicious activity. Which brings the thought to mind, if there was an implication of supernatural threat in mortal police files? There's a chance it got picked up by the Technocracy."

Faqirah says, "Punches are nothing to us and bullets next to nothing in normal circumstances. It is why as a modern assassin I still employ the weapons of the middle ages. I am not certain of the capabilities of your magick. YOu mentioned you could see back in time. I could give you a precise time. Alternatively, one of my Sabbat saw the mages with perfect clarity. Perhaps if you read her mind you will recognize the traitors to our agreement, no? And if they are technocracy, does that not mean a mutual enemy for both of us?""

Gwydion nods and ponders "A precise time would help. My people won't go to open war with the technocracy, One of the only things that keeps us safe from them is that they're certian our war is over and they have bigger threats to humanity to worry about. I can help you figure out who these liquifing punch people were but if they're from the Technocracy I can't commit forces to fight them for you."

Faqirah nods. "It was the agreement that we would allow death or assist with death. It is of course your discretion and if not of your house, then it is my problem solely. What need I to fear from this Technocracy. Tell me so I am not surprised."

Gwydion head tilts as he considers "One of the biggest limitations on a mage is the backlash they face from reality for stepping obviously outside the lines. The Technocracy advances the agender of science and technology being ascendent and they apply their abilities as such. This means they can go much further as long as they are operating within their theme. At the high end you're looking at serious sci-fi hyper tech. Ray guns, cybernetic enforcers, survielance satelites. And an established organization, infrastructure and influence over mundane authorities that would make a camarilla elder weep with envy."

Faqirah nods. "So they would be most vulnerable when naked or in public or both...." She rubs her chin as she thinks. "Will you be willing to read my sister´s mind and finger the aggressors?"

Gwydion nods and shrugs "That's true enough. I think I'd rather do my scrying trick with the target time you can provide and make sketches like I did last time. Memory sifting a witness is actually signifigantly more difficult."

Faqirah nods. Alright I wll get you the exact time and location and text it to you with photos. We have lived at the Argent since I arrived here four years ago. It was in the process of remodel however and so because of that we have photographs. I shall send you what you need directly but I have one more question. If you can look back in time, may I assume that this technocracy could also do so for whatever retribution happens in the dark?"

Gwydion nods and ponders "It might be harder for them because it goes outside the bounds of what 'science' considers possible but they could manage it if sufficently motivated."

Faqirah says, "And if I were to change our flesh, not as an illusion but as a physical change. If I were to change our flesh and then retire to a place of complete darkness to change it back.....would these technocrats still be able to trace the assassinations back to me? How difficult would that be if it is even possible?""

You say, "It wouldn't be easy to trace but it would still be possible. Visible light isn't even strictly nessecary."

Faqirah nods. "And is there anything you could do to make it not possible?"

Gwydion shakes his head "No, anything I might try to throw as a masking spell to make it more difficult to trace could eventually be broken through. And even if I were to try they would be able to trace it back to me. Unless I were to try and layer masking on the signature but that would reduce the effectiveness of the original spell. The most difficult thing for a willworker to function against is another of their own kind."

Faqirah shakes her head. "From what your telling me it sounds as if without your help would be certain and eventual death for my people. You know better than anyone how I have been trying to create a more honorable Sabbat in Prospect. Because your master believed in me. Because you believed in me...this has occurred. No more are we reveling in idiotic ritae to kill innocent people for fun for it shows no strength, no...we fight the jihad, we fight the vampires who cower before the antedeluvians who mean to swallow the world in the end of days. We prepare for that apocalypse and it is one in which I believe our people will fight side by side. Think of all the innocents who died because of the hubris of these technocrats. Not just sabbat vampires, but all the mortal police who were slaughtered in the attack and only in self defense. The police were innocent, the sabbat were innocent. Yet their blood flows for the technocracy and their numbing goal to destroy all who are not like them. I have never met a technocrat nor caused one to be harmed. This is unconcionable. How can we allow this to continue?"

Gwydion pinches the bridge of his nose "Lets figure out who's responsible first and then worrying about what to do about it can happen."

Faqirah nods and places a hand on your shoulder. "Thankyou brother." Her face is serious and the gratitude is clearly not a ruse.

Faqirah stands from the bench and sighs as she looks out into the darkness, mortals going about their business, bicyclye cops on the beat. None of them realizing that behind every rock is a monster capable of tearing everything down.