005; CLOSED. and darling, i saw it all.

[norea]

Who: The present anti-CL team.
What: Meeting to discuss.
Where: Lost Society, in the library.
When: Misdi, around midnight.
Notes: plotsss. I'll have three comment sections: one for Rhade showing up early, one for the collective group (we'll have to sort out orders since there are quite a few characters), and one for separate character interactions (one on one or whatever y'all prefer). AND... we will have to copypaste in our tags from LJ, soooo.
Warnings: idk yet.

The spell that Hasibe has worked over Lost Society means that no one is going to remember they were there; service will be a bit spotty, as a result, and the waiters on hand will seem peculiarly disinterested in whomever shows up, only providing them with drinks and necessities when deliberately prodded, but that's an aspect of the magic. She partially chose this location because it's easy to find a secluded area there, and in this case, she finds a table in the library, shrugging off her white coat to rest it on the back of her chair. She is dressed in a sleek, high-collared dark-green dress that is not too flashy, in order to keep with the discretion of the venue.

The other reason she chose this place is that they don't care if you smoke indoors. So that's what she's doing, rose-flavored Black Devil cigarette in hand, sitting back in her chair as she exhales smoke toward the ceiling. She has a couple books open on the table in front of her, and nothing in the way of food, but she does have a drink. Priorities.

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[norea]

She flashes him another little grin, tucking herself companionably against his side. In general she is tactile, anyway, but she especially likes having Mitchell here at her side right now; it makes her feel a touch more confident about what she is (they are) trying to accomplish.

Speaking of:

"That's reassuring," Hasi says, dryly, and affectionately, too, "I spoke with someone earlier about creating some kind of facility for the ones we catch, instead of just killing them. I'd have to maintain it with magic."

Or she could, like, let other people help her, but that idea will ever occur to her second, not first.

[martyrdomoption]

One arm goes around Hasibe to accommodate her maneuvering. It's cute, in a way (if you don't know either of them).

Her idea gets a little frown, but he thinks on it for a moment before replying. "It wouldn't tax you, would it? Or is there anyone else able to help? I suppose they could be kept in a weakened state --I'm not saying torture or anything," ...for once. "But, you know. Something."

[norea]

"A fortunate aspect of their human-focused credo is they have human weaknesses," she speculates, thoughtful. And, indeed, this would be a charming picture from a distance, given their (quickly developing, despite prior conversations about not intending to move rapidly) intimacy and quiet discussion.

And then you consider the subject matter.

"It wouldn't bother me too much to do something with magic, though, no. I get headaches sometimes from it, or bouts of...weakness, I suppose, but they're not intolerable, especially given the cause."

...she's like this, Mitchell. Even Ilde has noticed.

[martyrdomoption]

"Keep a back-up plan though. Just in case." Not that he'd want you to think he would worry or anything, no. "Humans are resourceful and this organisation has been around in the city longer than we have. Who knows what tricks they've got hidden up their sleeves."

On the bright side, at least he's starting to disassociate the idea that being human automatically means someone is good.

[norea]

"I will," she promises. Almost unconsciously, she brushes her fingertips over her neck, where there's a little mark that Sandor Zendak left on her with his mouth when she was with him most recently. "Believe me, I've gotten way too up close and personal with some of those tricks they conceal."

Hasi watches Mitchell for a moment.

"Would you want to help, if we did make some kind of facility for them?"

[martyrdomoption]

There's an odd moment of moral tallying back and forth. He'd inadvertantly been part of caging humans before. But this wasn't killing them, or even feeding from them, and these people weren't innocent. And why should he care, anyway? He hadn't exactly been a paradigm of the virtues himself lately...

Speaking of which, would he really mind if he had to kill them? Really? Deep down?

"I wouldn't mind. I mean, it'd serve in everybody's best interests."

[norea]

Hasibe observes that moment without comment; it's something that bears consideration in general, as inquiries go. "All right. Thank you." She gives Mitchell's knee a squeeze. "Eventually, if we do this, I think it'd be good for Sandor to end up there, and some of the others I've socialized with in the group; they'll feel personally betrayed, and that sort of thing always gets messy."

It's not that she's clinical (she's barely capable of being clinical, even if she tries) about it, just...matter-of-fact, in a terrible kind of way. They've decided to undertake this task to deal with the Candlelighters, and no one said it was going to be a clean process. "I suppose it is betrayal, at that."

[martyrdomoption]

There's a cool silence as Mitchell contemplates the idea of Sandor in a prison rather than, say, his head snapped off and mounted somewhere for all his cronies to see. "It does. And we wouldn't want that." No, not at all.

"Not if your heart isn't in it to begin with," he says, giving her shoulder a little squeeze. "That's what matters most." Or at least, that's how Mitchell defines things.

[norea]

Hasibe has a sneaking suspicion she knows what's going on in that head during the silence, but she can't really blame him, given what Sandor participated in, regarding the cruovores. (And their earlier conversation about what they want for themselves has led her to believe he really doesn't enjoy the thing where she's sleeping with Sandor continually, which also makes sense.)

She ups their ongoing PDA by kissing Mitchell on the cheek, though it ends up closer to the corner of his mouth, due to angling.

"You're right. A friend had to remind me not to feel guilty--I know it's the right thing, what we're doing."

[martyrdomoption]

Which Mitchell then turns into a proper kiss --really, they're as bad as each other. "A wise friend."

The recent hurly-burlying in his mind has also led him to think about other matters at hand: they are in a bar and he is without liquid sustenance of any kind. Plus he could use the distraction. "I'm going to go up. Want anything?"

[norea]

That pleases her, even if they should probably stifle that kind of behavior. She likes the acknowledgment, though this is a clandestine spy meeting; it's one of the few ways they can be at all public with one another.

"I'd love another Sidecar, if you don't mind."

[martyrdomoption]

It's also something he enjoys being able to indulge in. "Coming right up."

One last, quick peck to the cheek and then he gets up to head over to the bar.

[deservesadaisy]

Ivan, for his part, is fetching another round of drinks. He hasn't really talked to Mitchell since the incident at Hasibe's, but he feels no need to do something so childish as to be rude. Instead, he inclines his head barely. "Mitchell."

[martyrdomoption]

"...Ivan." It's said a little hesitantly, and rightly so. He knows the other vampire better than to think he'd pull anything under these particular circumstances. Still, he's treading carefully.

[deservesadaisy]

"How's your evening going?" he asks, quiet and a bit loaded. Both of them know they're on broken ground, but there are forms to be preserved. And he doesn't seem to be picking a fight.

[martyrdomoption]

"Standard, as far as anti xenian-terrorism goes." Which is about as neutral a reply as he can give. Everything about this night falls under the category of strange circumstances (or usual occurrences in his life, whichever.)

[deservesadaisy]

He smiles, a bit grim, at that. "Ah yes, well. Just another night here in the gilded cage, isn't it?" A pause, then he says, "I'll behave myself, don't worry."

[martyrdomoption]

"Something like that," he says, grimly chipper about it himself. He looks over and gives a small nod at the second part of what Ivan says. He knows it's not for his sake, but he's thankful anyway.

[deservesadaisy]

"Everything been alright, since?" At least in the sense of no more bad trips from your girlfriend's hallucinogenic blood?

[martyrdomoption]

"Yeah, not bad." And he shoots a little glance in Hasi's direction. Ivan may or may not recognize the look of someone falling for another, despite how alarming as the idea of Mitchell and Hasibe as a couple may be. "Not bad at all."

[deservesadaisy]

Ivan knows that look, and measures it for a moment. "Well. I suppose that's something."

He'd like to think Hasibe will keep Mitchell out of trouble, but in truth, he knows better.

"You weren't put off, then, I see."