Log:Wrath and Despair, Scene 4

Wrath and Despair 2017/09/18 	 Amelia Lazare

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Amelia's Legwork
No connections were found between the two known victims to date.

Ziand is able to tell Amelia a little at least, but there's little to nothing online. Wrath is effectively a fused being. A chaos lord grants the power of vengeance to someone perceived to have lost all hope and in dire need of retribution. That's the only commonality between the two victims. It's unclear exacly which Lord of Chaos is the grantor. Ziand cites either Calmet or Aptrgangr as the names most often mentioned in history.

Related Scene: A Requested Meeting with Lazare, Anarch of Chaos
This district is a strange island of the pleasant and well-kept between the slums of northern Harrisburg and the decay of Baker Street. Tree-shaded parking lots and paths between well-tended lawns give tourists and locals alike convenient access to White Marsh Battlefield and the Zoo, both to the west of Harrisburg Lane; the MagLev station stands practically at the zoo gate. In the east the heliotropic solar collectors of the Solsys power company turn slowly through the day. The police and private security presence which holds back the spread of the rot of Harrisburg is subtle but noticeable.

Lazare has agreed to meet Amelia, and he picked the Battlefield District as the location. He's seated under a tree when she arrives.

Amelia arrives on foot. She's changed for the meeting, reverting to her more nerdish side. "Good day, Lazare." sha calls out once in sight. "Thank you for agreeing to meet me."

Lazare gets to his feet slowly. He smiles, though it's slightly lopsided. "Hmm. You're welcome. You were a little vague in your request. What is it that you need to know?"

Amelia smiles in return, "Well... not want to know as much as want to make a request. I'm assuming you know all about the recent appearances of the Wrath spirit in Colonial Bay?"

Lazare nods slowly, though it's at an odd angle. "I have. The Lords of Chaos have been active as of late."

Amelia grins, "There's something I've wanted to ask you for a while, actually. I know Cartesian, your counterpart for the Lords of Order. I understand his motivation. Lawful type. A bit dull on occasions. But you, Lazare. You're an agent for the Lords of Chaos. A wild free spirit at heart, right? So, why serve them in this fashion. Surely the mere concept of serving embodies so some degree a sense of order and stability?"

Lazare nods slowly. "I do...because it quiets the noise." He looks around at the serene surroundings. "Do you know the feeling when you are overwhelmed by sensory input? When noise just takes away your ability to think? When one more crying baby makes you feel like you are ready to snap? Or shouting teenagers cause you to want to slap them? And all you want is some serenity?" He pauses a moment. "That is every waking moment of my life. Unless I do as I'm told to."

Amelia has distaste written on her face, "That's... slavery. The worse form of imposing their will on you. Imposing their /orders/ on you. Hypocrites! The Lords of Chaos are hypocrites."

Lazare shakes his head. "Oh...no, it's not slavery. You misunderstand. The visions...the sounds...wouldn't be a problem at all if I didn't have access to the powers that I have now." He twitches a little, "It is a...conundrum. By getting the powers, I get the problems that are associated with it. Unfettered Chaos power is too much for humans to handle, in general."

Lazare grins, "Besides...I don't really mind most of what I'm asked to do. I enjoy my job."

Amelia says, "Are you free to quit if you wished?"

Lazare chuckles. "I suppose I am." His eyes go wide, "But why would I want to? I mean...there's so much to see and do. And I can only think of one time where either someone in my position or my counterpart actually quit or rebelled. And it happened so recently."

Lazare muses, "It's ironic. The only one of us who rebelled was a Cartesian. I would have thought otherwise. But...well, it goes to show you: Wonders never cease."

Amelia nods, "Well if you ever decide you want to and need help look me up. I'm an ex-Chosen One. My concern in Good and Evil. I'm pretty neutral on the Order and Chaos thing. My personal view is there ought to be a balance. That too far one way, or the other, is not desirable. Your mileage may vary." she says. And shrugs. "Getting back to the reason I asked you for this meeting, would you ask your Lords to rein in the Wrath spirit? It will happen one way or another. Better if Calmet, or Aptrgangr, whichever, does it... than if I have to do it."

Lazare smiles, "I am willing to help you with keeping things under check, if you could do something for me in return."

Amelia begins to wonder if this whole situation was setup with this in mind. She allows her suspicions to show on her face, "Let's hear it, Lazare."

Lazare smiles again, "You may be aware of a situation that occurred a couple of years ago here. A demon-possessed firearm was found at a gun shop in Harrisburg." He pauses for dramatic effect. "The weapon's effect was stopped by local heroes, as they are wont to do. And the weapon was confiscated and hid away. By Harlequin, assuming my research is correct." He raises a finger, "But what he has done...is created a prison. The spirit that is contained within the pistol is one that I have...affection for. And I would like to free her. I only ask that you recover the weapon for me. Once you do that, I will reveal all that I know about Wrath. And I will do what I can in my power to keep things under control."

Amelia asks, "What is important to you? The spirit, a demon I assume, or the weapon?" She adds after a moment, "You strike me as someone who keeps tabs on the makers and shakers. So I'm sure you know Harlequin and I are friends. Which makes your request difficult. Maybe not impossible. But difficult."

Lazare shrugs, "The weapon itself is unimportant to me. Just the spirit within it is important. If he wishes to keep the weapon as some kind of trophy, he is welcome to do so. I'm sure it has been twisted a bit by this point to be quite...interesting to look at."

Amelia promises, "I will speak to Harlequin as a matter of urgency. I can make no guarantee but I will do what I can."

Lazare grins, showing his teeth, "Of course, of course. Thank you for trying, at least."

Lazare smiles again, "Well...I have other things I need to attend to. But when you find out whether or not you can acquire what I want, you can contact me the same way that you did last time."