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Who: Solomon Koenig and Audry, a House Ecu representative.
What: A polite conversation about terrorists. Over tea.
Where: A community youth centre run by the House Ecu.
When: Newdi afternoon.
Notes: When he's not directly handling legal affairs for Hellsing (or carrying out assassinations on Sir Hellsing's orders), Sol finds time to be doing a lot of the boring legwork and research involved in the Candlelighters open investigation.
Warnings: None presently.

Solomon Koenig's involvement in this case dates back months, now, and the neat notes in folders kept under lock in his office at the guild hall reflect as much. When it became clear that the paper trail for the known Candlelighters he'd managed to connect to the houses (Mariam Eads, Abidan Biskup, Esdras Zabat and Lydia Cadwallader) had gone cold, he'd reconsidered his focus on just the four of them and began, instead, working backwards. Habits, connections - their communities, their cohorts, where they bought their fucking groceries.

He's known from the beginning some of where it would lead him, but Hellsing treads carefully around the House Ecumenal and he didn't go directly. It's inevitable, though, and going about it in the right way could be a valuable opportunity - which is why he calls ahead, schedules an appointment, and arranges to meet with a 'public relations attache', Audry, at one of their community centres. He's precisely on time, and wryly aware of at least some of what he can expect; interviewing neighbours had involved many cups of tea.

(And many cigarettes, afterwards.)

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On time, what a rare and unexpected pleasure. (No offence mister legal agent, some of us are just used to self important philosophers.) Audry - humanoid though very blatantly a member of the xenian community with her tough greyish skin and fleshy head-tresses where her ape cousins may have hair - can be found right outside of the centre. Her official excuse is I'm on the lookout for Hellsing, though the truth is much closer to I would really like to get a smoke in before politics begin. She promptly kills the smoke at Koenig's approach and straightens up a bit. If she's the least embarrassed at being caught practising unprofessionalism it doesn't show. Her smile is the solid sincere expression upon which friendships are built.

"Solomon Koenig, I presume, please," she holds her hand up - I have no weapon - before offering it to be shook. "I am called Audry; I hope you will forgive us our homely locale here, we don't have a lot to choose from." ... that isn't pointedly church-y and full of acoustics. "Come on inside - do you take tea at all?"