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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Nov 26, 2015 4:57:44 GMT
Del smiled in that way that spoke of things both completely ludicrous and completely true. "Wouldn’t do that good chance I’d come away with the whole thing." It had taken him a long time to come to grips with what he was and wasn’t in the end he was just a cop with baggage just like the million others across the country.
He turned in his seat starting up the car so that they could make it there and back before the main speaker started at the conference."Aint getting you near her that’s the issue. Proving she infected ain’t the problem that’s an open secret. But she connected with the highmuckamucks. She got whoodoo and mojo on her side. Taking her down would be close to you spouting off about why exactly you can do what you can do. From your connections to whats going on in that pretty little head of yours. Taking her out would have to be something so permanent that she couldn’t whisper so much as a peep anyone with ears could hear. Not to mention the security she got round there. She was one of the first to snatch up some of the project crews and make them her security. Most of them have no problem going to jail or worse for what they do in her name."
As he made one left then another he cleared his head some. He knew what most did not no way anyone was going to find Beautimous with a bad thought in their head. He thought of his family and holidays years gone by. It brought him round enough to find a parking spot right outside. As they got out he took her hand just in case she couldn’t see where they were headed. Not until they were walking through the door did he speak again the first was to order two specials and the second was to all but sya he would take care of Estelle if he had to. “Don’t think I ain’t gonna take steps to makesure she well and truly gone bye-bye but I need to make sure nothing happens in a bad way to splash back on anyone. Especially nobody I actually kinda like.” He smiled as the waitress set down two house cups of joe. He didn’t normally like his black but he trusted the owners and staff so he drank knowing everything wasn’t as it seemed here.
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Post by Monica Davis on Nov 26, 2015 5:33:27 GMT
She sighed hated when folk were untouchable she knew someone who could touch her but he was supposed to be kept out of it. Nodding shed let him handle it then but everything in her screamed to not"Ok what about her business partner this Eric guy who works at the docks hes bound to have priors right?"
Walking in with him and the auras in the place lit up she had to sheild down hard or shed have gotten dizzy but part of what she saw reminded her of the strange bits of Del that floated through his aura.Then it hit her she had it and near whooped with discovery.
His words hit her then and she smiled "ok fine I will back off a few paces but if you need back up Im here"
She fallowed him to a seat eyes all over swiveling here and there it was amazing in here but she was careful not to stare. She felt a few looks as well unsure if they could tell something about her as well.Wondering what he'd ordered them but either way shed eat it the massive meal from last night was already a tummy memory.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Nov 26, 2015 6:08:30 GMT
She sighed hated when folk were untouchable she knew someone who could touch her but he was supposed to be kept out of it. Nodding shed let him handle it then but everything in her screamed to not "That he does a mile long but none in the ten years since he became a registered lycanthrope. In fact on paper he is a model citizen. An upstanding member of society even runs day labor from his offices down on the Port of New Orleans.?"
He ignored the fact her face lit up with some thought he was sure she didn’t want to share. Cops learned early on to read people. It was an occupational skill that assured their survival most days. They also learned to keep what they learned close to vest which was another occupational skill that usually kept hem at least mentally as whole as they could be.
He returned her smile sipping the ink black java which tasted surprisingly light. If anything it could describe it, it tasted like a goodnights rest. "T’ain’t what I’m saying but thank you for your understanding all the same." Del watched the locals give Monica the most curious of looks but keep their own thoughts as each simply in turn smiled and moved back to what they were doing. He’d seen that greeting from them several times he simply took it mean that she was okay. Which he already knew so he just smiled back knowing they’d be generally left to their own devices.
Yeah even as he was painting the picture he was examining it for holes and points of attack. It was about time that Estelle Eric and all the other would be gangsters got the hint their time was up. The how of it was the question he knew Eric employed a Leroi Farragut and an Edard Remloux both who were more than petty thugs and far less than kingpins. Both men were too stupid for anything that required more sense than it would take to open a bag of hammers as such He was already concocting a plan of sorts though in truth it was more a notion than anything else.
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Post by Monica Davis on Nov 26, 2015 7:57:57 GMT
Pausing to text Samuel that they needed to talk when she got in, eying Del softly so far he'd not mentioned whant she knew gates had told him and that made her bit sad here she thought they were all on the same side. Now she knew Gates was right and she would have to do this pretty much on her own. She didn't let her face change trying to keep it light and neutral and getting the eyes to match the sham.
She heard what she wanted to hear and was done dwelling"So are you staying to catch the speaker now that the head ache is gone?"
The conference was a safe topic she even knew that the famous marshal blake might make an appearance to go over some new law she was working on for zombies and some new gear they had been testing. She never stayed long tho and with her up coming nuptials which were all over the news Monica supposed she must be busy. Waiting for food fingers drumming and already in the next steps of the plan she was coming up with. He could handle his locals she was ready to take on bigger fish.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Nov 26, 2015 8:24:14 GMT
He could admit that he could not turn off some things his penchant to down play his awareness was one of them. He need to be discussing what he knew but until he knew exactly what he knew along with how he would handle it he was loathed to open himself up. Part of it was the act that he was an outsider amongst the force. He knew that Monica wasn’t one of the many that ostracized him but certain things were hard to die. His natural leeriness against other cops was one of them. Sometime it was harder to remove the mask than convince others that it was the truth. Del knew that he was alienating her but kept riding the road he was on.
Not to mention that she was better off not knowing how bad he planned on hitting Eric if things got out of hand. He was sure they would. "Don’t think I am Chile. Think I will crawl inta my office and sleep this off."
As their salads came he smiled. Most folks didn’t know that even as most of the staff were vegetarians that seafood didn’t count as meat in their eyes. So the salad was loaded with crawdaddies and shrimp the bread he inhaled as he knew that it was form the bakery in the quarter. It was an institution that was well worth its acclaim. Fresh soft and as somehow sweet as a glass of fresh spring water.
“Good huh?” He began but stopped himself as Monica flickered before his eyes. He wasn’t sure what was going on with her but the invisibility that was plaguing her intermittently had to be a product of what was going on with her.
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Post by Monica Davis on Nov 26, 2015 18:07:55 GMT
She didn't know she was flickering because she didnt know the rule but he did blur in and out of focus for her. Thats when she caught on to something being off, trying to put the bad away forn now which was hard as a cop. Odly enough the words gates had spoken came back about her memorirs.
So she went zen traveling back,low and behold therr was a flash of the tall handsome man that shined funny ti her. He caught her effortlessly and put her on his foot letting her clamp on and giggle maniacally when he walked her in. That was a wonderful memory and made her smile real.
It was strange to think hed been there that he was older then granny by alot but just yesterday was someone she'd have considered dating if she'd not been occupied otherwise.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Nov 28, 2015 5:24:31 GMT
Del pretended he hadn’t seen her thoughts dip darkly and continued as if they were of one accord. He wouldn’t mention his running into a brick wall when attempting to contact Baton Rouge or Shreveport. He wouldn’t add fuel to the flame that perhaps this thing was bigger than either of them could assume. He had faced enough flack from above which was why he was mounting another off book operation. For it to work he had to allow everyone to believe he was simply a yokel who couldn’t find his anus with two hands and a map.
“Whats wrong don’t like seafood?” He asked changing their interactions a bit. He knew she was angry or pissed or a combination of the two. Sadly he knew it was better she be pissed than caught up in what he was planning. AS the face of an entire department she was a hero and no one liked heros better than when they fell. And fall she would if news got out as it always did. He was surprised that someone hadn’t dug up any dirt on her as of yet. Happy that they hadn’t but leery as to why not.
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Post by Monica Davis on Nov 28, 2015 6:53:04 GMT
Monica was as careful as a bride on wedding night so there was no dirt to dig up not even for people who were good at digging because both she and her paramour were paranoid and careful mostly. The fact he was going off reservation and trying to protect her while she was planning her own off the res trip was comical. "I like it jus fine"
She smiled softly at him and kept the laughing playing child in her head, which kept a smile on her face. Looking at him but also a million miles away, sipping and chewing thinking of the speaker and anything to keep brain busy. "so I heard the famous miss blake is supposed to be here for today an I am looking forward to that"
There a safe subject because they both often laughed over how famous she was and had started out just like them unknown except for a few gifts. It had other departments looking for their "blake". As far as Monica could tell she was unique but that didn't mean some where out there wasn't another with their own gifts who could help the law just as much, or more in their own way.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Nov 29, 2015 3:07:58 GMT
Monica’s mentioning of Detective Blake loosened his tongue far more than it should. He’d been considering the option of finding someone amongst the lycanthrope community to really spend time with it had been far too long for him and a man had needs. Needs and alliances brought his thoughts full circle back to the central theme of her make nice conversation. Marshall Blake.
He thought of if he ever had to rat Arnaud out. He would in a heartbeat. He would try not to out him but if it came down to it he would send him up the river without shedding a tear if came down to saving someons life or letting Arnaud stay in the furry closet. It was one of the reasons while he stayed chummy he didn’t get too close so as to not know enough to really cause the man too much pain when the time came. "Yeah, I heard dat. Don’t like the idea of it much. Always seems she spilling somebody elses business or worse lying by omission. Few months back we had this big group of lions breeze through town scaring up all sorts of ghost stories. Turns out they’re running like the dickens from up north not from as far north as your cold little iceberg but way past Branson seems they were running from Marshall Blakes neck of the woods. What they let slip when they don’t think anyone was listening was that St. Louis is definitely not the place to play monster. Seems St. louis is the home of bigger monsters including Marshall Blake. "
Taking a few more bites of his salad he realized how that might sound a little too off the point he was trying to make. “Don’t get me wrong I ain’t saying she should you know not do what she has to do to protect herself and her extended family. But there has to be a line that protects them without either telling more of their secrets than anyone not in damn near matrimony with them should know or as the case might be lying by omission. I know its one of our best tools when interrogating a perp but it shouldn’t be the way we deal all the time. Puts us all in a tough situation. Smacks of playing nice for no reason than you just don’t trust your brother and sisters in blue.”
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Post by Monica Davis on Nov 29, 2015 6:58:39 GMT
Monica laughed truly she thought all the men wanted to bed the dark beauty that was Marshal blake, Del seemed unimpressed with her she shrugged" well honestly I know she seems to do her own thing and not follow the rules well but some times you gotta admit the things shes seen you cant fallow the rules"
It reminded her of their current situation but she she shrugged.Picking at the salad and finding her self oddly not hungry which was a definitive first. She ate a few more bites but then pushed the plate away"well when ever your ready i didn't want to tie up all your time today but I'm glad we spoke and definitely hope we dont have to wait as long to do so again."
Sipping her drink and then stretching cat like then recurling ready to leave she wanted to get a good seat at the center and stop by one of the booths for holsters and gun grips. She was in the market for a new cross draw holster and the convention was the best place to buy one. something was nagging at the back of her mind but she couldn't put her finger on it every time she thought she had it it got away.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Nov 30, 2015 4:26:56 GMT
Del sighed wishing things weren’t the way they were. His little sleepy nest of vipers, hornets, scrorpions and worse seemed to be shaking of their malaise and that meant he’d have to beat back the shadows and pray he wasn’t too late. Though Monica beating around the bush at being annoyed at him dragged something up from his talk with Gates. He still couldn’t get the full image but there was a portion… "She does and in the end when you do stuff like that either because of caring that much sometimes you have to leave the good folks outside of whatever mess is going on. Unless you have friends on the otherside of the line."
Standing he tossed down the forty bucks and a slip of rope that had once been a wrist band. It was frayed and worn and had seen a lot of summers. But it was a soft as a ducklings down. It somehow held warmth so it stayed as warm as a safety blanket so long had it bathed in sun that the colors were faded and looked nearly pastel. The other piece he left was a picture of them from the photobooth at the first conference they’d attended all those years ago. Its edges crinkled the picture itself cracked in places. That would cover the both of them and as he knew each would turn up in his things in the next few hours as much as being without them would nettle him it was the price of doing business.
"I hope we don’t either its not too often I get to eat even part of a meal with friends." The truth and weight of those words wasn’t lost on him he just hoped he’d not allowed too much to slip into conversation. She was a cop and could pick up on subtle he hoped he was n’t subtle enough to bump against her radar.
“Alright detective let me get you back and steal some sleep on the Parishes dime.”
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Post by Monica Davis on Nov 30, 2015 5:20:47 GMT
Watching them showed how different they were but the same the picture he offered up was in her apartment in a frame with others making a collage so she had it still but it was pristine while his was well love and cracked. She patted him on the back" well if ya weren't so stinky breathed all the time maybe you could make friends."
That was teasing and she laughed walking out to the car, still in her heart she thought what are the chances we will both make it to next year? Glad she was out side of what ever spell because that would have definitely caused her to disappear. She didn't have many she trusted and now even less but she still trusted him more than most and maybe more than she should. Her own secrets floating in her mind things she couldn't even tell him."want me to get you a new holster or something? maybe a slick new gator wallet and belt?"
TRying to keep it ona good note trying so hard not to just blurt out what was on her mind and why she wanted to punch him a little right then.Why she was questioning everything right then.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Nov 30, 2015 7:05:18 GMT
Del caught the weight of things unsaid swallowing back his anger at the roles he played to protect those in and around his life. To some he was confidant others protector and tsill others a man of mysterious insight. Those were far fewer in his life yet probably worth more. Very few saw the ball of anger hidden behind the good old boy smile dazzling eyes and a southern laissez faire that was simply two steps south of molasses based paint drying. "Guess I will have more beignets to myself," he said forcing a smile as bright as the noon sun. A full one thousand watt blowout. He really hoped he would live through what he had planned long enough to see her again. If not the least he could do was insure they left on amicable terms.
Del opened the door and moved around to his side of the car. He knew most female officers hated shows of chivalry and he did his best to curb them but he was a product of his time and place. Thoughts churning along he could only stem the tide so long. Pausing before getting in he looked over the hood of his challenger meeting Monica’s gaze his smile still in place. "Actually you can answer me a riddle. If nothing is stronger than the disease but nothing is stronger than the cure why would a cure be the danger?"
Del shrugged dropping his smile a second before picking it back up like it never left. “I been thinking and one of my CI’s put it to me and I can’t wrap my head around it. Especially as they put it to me in the most roundabout back road way possible. Took me a second to put it together, yo know how some of those on our beat can talk themselves in a pretzel going down the wrong way blindfolded and backwards.”
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Post by Monica Davis on Nov 30, 2015 17:29:21 GMT
Eyes narrowed she was mildly shocked ge dropped his rouse even a little. She cleared her throat slid in and when he got in she said" because the recomended cure wouldn't ever be sanctioned the amount of unoathed new vampires would be staggering and dangerous.
Masters would wage war or think we did this to discredit them and reopen inchecked hunting. The antivamp groups alone would be a problem we would be understaffed for. They have tried to paint us into a corner because if we kill them all its wrong but we sure as hell cant make them all vampires"
Monica was truly awestruck explaining it to him because she hadnt wanted to kerp thinking about it last night. Samuel had insisted she relax that the world would still be there tommorow. She had reluctantly given in
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 2, 2015 0:58:18 GMT
Del couldn’t ignore that she spoke with a certainty that seemed to come from experience. Nor the fact she got the riddle so quickly. He knew she was an A one prime investigator when she was operating like she was a one woman swat team. But all considerations of her skill wouldn’t show she was Sherlock Holmes or Miss Marple level deductive. He’d only ask once before letting it drop but he really wanted to know. Which in his opinion meant to his way of thinking that it was probably better if didn’t know for sure. "Seems like you got an inside line is that what you all were trying up in the rotten apple?”
Two questions phrased as one and could be dropped or taken as she liked. He wasn’t as slow as he let on but he was far kinder than he knew as well. He was a cop yes but having been the victim of the law he held dear he was a good deal more realistic. He couldn’t let on that he was as his status an outsider would turn into a complete reality. Not in any way he could file charges against but a slow roll to help a dropped call mid radio and all sorts of other subtle unprovable yet pointed shows of him being a man apart. He shuddered to think how much worse things could become.
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