Log:Parlay in Geneva

The Madness of David Flyte 2020/02/19 	 Grimm Moonshadow Radical Porter

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Place du Bourg-de-Four is a city square in the Old Town of Geneva, Switzerland. It is a commercial center, with fountains, restaurants (with outdoor seating), gelaterias, and high-end shopping.

A few steps from St Peter's Cathedral (originally built in the 5th century), the Place du Bourg-de-Four is at the very heart of Genevas Old Town. Even in the past, roads leading to Geneva led inevitably to the Place du Bourg-de-Four whose market has been of major importance since the 9th century. Over time, house heights were raised to accommodate Protestant refugees from all over Europe.

There are innumerable places to sit.

https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Place_du_Bourg-de-Four#/media/Fichier:BourDeFourOSMJPG.JPG and https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Genf_25_Pl-B-d-Four.JPG

This being in the center of Old Town Geneva, there are no motor vehicles, only walking and biking are permitted.

It is a lovely sunset over Geneva. The sky is just cloudy enought to streak the sky with shades of red and orange. The group of foreign heroes has arrived and met up just south of la Place du Bourg-de-Four. Seems the most likely spot; that chimpanzombie didn't speak too clearly it seems. No Place du COncorde in Geneva. Radical looks around from where they've set up to watch teh area. "I hope this is the right place. I'm not too confident. Then again, maybe we were looking for a street that used to be named 'Place du Concorde'. Or will be eventually."

There is light crowd tonight in the square: eating, drinking, shopping, talking. The age ranges from teens and children to elderly pensioners. You realize that none of you are certain what Master Lereau looks likes, but since he was active back in the 1950's, he may be quite elderly.

Moonshadow checks Whoogle, "There's a Place de la Concorde in Paris."

Grimm would know that the reason for the heigthened police presence here is because 1) there is a gendarme station for Old Town on the east side of the Place and 2) the Palais du Justice for Geneva is just north of the gendarmie near the other end of the vaguely hourglass shaped sqaure.

Porter watches, because that's what everyone else is doing. "So... what does this creepy Banemore guy look like, again?" He also keeps an eye out for chipanzombies, too. Just in case.

Moonshadow says, "We don't know. But if he's who we think he is, he's over 100 years old."

Radical shakes his head, "Not sure. But...he might give off a general magic vibe, if you can sense such?" Speaking of...he turns on his magic sight to keep watch. Just in case.

Radical says quietly. "I'm picking up a group of cultist-types in the crowd. Black magic powered weapons and the like." Grimm says, "I think I may have spotted the guy, though. Hidden by some kind of barrier. Blocks magic too, I think." She nods off in a direction where...there doesn't appear to be anything?

Then the mime gets out of the way and you all can see the late middle aged man sitting at a large table alone. He's reading an actual newspaper seemingly interstesd in something in it.

Grimm nods, "I think so? Let's go speak to him, I guess."

Radical nods, "If we need to escape quickly, grab onto me. I can get the group of us out."

Radical then starts to head toward the table with Grimm. He's in full costume, so he might stick out a bit. But he's not terribly concerned about it.

The gentleman folds his paper and sets it on the table as your group approaches. He then folds his hands on the table top in front of himself as he watches you grow nearer. A faint smile flicks across his thin lips and settles there, his eyes watching you like a predator watching prey.

Radical waits until he's by the table before speaking. "Dr. Lereau, I presume?" "And who else might I be? Paracelsus?" says the older gentleman with a Gallic shrug. His voice is only lightly accented it seems. French, of course.

Dr. Lereau then says as he gestures, "Please, have a seat. And yes, I am Dr. Lereau," then with a chuckle, adds, "I imagine you would not address me as Master Lereau?"

Grimm is dressed in her usual casual grab. Black t-shirt, leather jacket, torn black skinny jeans with fishnets underneath, and black Doc Marten's. The only color on her is the gray scarf around her neck. She looks around with her dimensional sight, then studies the barrier that's muting her perceptions. Moonshadow stays at the rear of the group, and watches the people she suspects are morbanes, and the people with them.

The presence of two obvious metas (and their sidekicks?) causes a bit of a stir in the crowd. But, it's Switzerland and the people ,while watching, keep their distnace. That is what gendarmes are for, no?

Radical raises a brow but takes a seat. "You could have been some other random person that we were asking. We might have had the wrong place. Your messenger had some...enunciation issues. As for the title, a doctorate is a higher degree than a Master's. So...I went with that. I'm sure you didn't spend all that time in school to be called 'Mister'."

"You picked a nice, public place, Lereau," Grimm mutters as she passes the barrier.

Porter isn't even one for 'Mister,' and terms like 'Master' are reserved for Para, so he'll just call him... Actually, no, he'll let other people address him. Because Porter will probably screw it up. He does walk to the table with Grimm, though. He's here to help, and what kind of help would he be if he let her sit all one with Creepy Guy. There, that's what title Porter can use! He doesn't want to be completely rude, though, and offers a quiet, "Hi" to the guy.

Grimm pulls out a chair and sits, feeling around for any alarm with the local police. Worse case? She'll say they're in a band.

Once you sit down or stand right by the table, one can see what Lereau truly looks like: He is a monster. His human haed and his torse, which is covered by the tattered remains of a Morbane's robe, melds seamlessly, horribly, into a writhing mass of black tentacles covered in pulsating veins of filled with some sort of purulent green ichor. The edges of all the tentacles seem razor sharp. His eyes, which looked so human, are now empty pits in which some sort of reddish light flickers at odd times.

His voice is still the same cultured Gallic tone as he says, "Well, my mystical might entitles me to Master, Radical. And yes, madamoiselle Grimm, I chose it quite specifically. I like being surrounded by innocents. It comforts me knowing they protect me."

Grimm frowns and leans back in her chair. Now this is more what she was expecting, which makes it almost comforting. "Figures. If you really had so much mystical might, you wouldn't need bodies to hide behind."

Moonshadow, who stays a few steps back, doesn't see Lereau's 'true' form. She continues to observe the 6 groups she spotted earlier.

"I've survived for 150 years by taking no chances, madamoiselle Grimm. The innocents lives depend on peace between us. Violence upon me is death to them." He shrugs slightly. "Why risk myself more than necessary. I'm not a hero."

Radical takes a long moment to look at Lereau, assessing what he's seeing.

"That's a good point. Which means you have an ulterior motive for this meeting. What is that motive?" He already pretty much knows, but wants to hear it, nonetheless.

"Why the most noble of motives, Radical! I wish to preserve Gabrielle Grimm from that extra-dimensional thief known as N'zrathol." He turns his attention to Grimm. "If you come with me, I can ensure that that poacher will never manifest through you, madameoiselle Grimm. It will be barred from taking you."

Radical raises a brow again, "That's not a motive. That's a means. It's certainly not your ultimate goal. Please don't take us for fools."

Porter tries not to frown too much at what he sees. He may even mildly succeed. That doesn't mean he's so trusting of noble motives from the ... thing, though. "Barred how?" he asks. Could be a technical answer over his head, but he'll ask, anyhow. He's never been one to let a complete lack of understanding of the situation to prevent him from taking action!

Grimm grits her teeth at Lereau's suggestion. "That doesn't sound like pooling resources like you mentioned in the chimp-o-gram, Lereau," she says as she tries to keep her temper and tones measured.

Listening to Lereau's words, Moonshadow realizes that the people around the suspected morbanes are more likely hostages than soldiers.

Grimm leans forward a bit to Lereau, bolstering her will magically. "So what if my answer to your offer is no?"

Surprisingly, Lereau laughs. It's actual a quite pleasant one, filled with humor. "Ah, I had to try, Radical."

His gaze turns to Porter. "I know of a ritual to drive, lure N'zrathol away from madameoiselle Grimm, child. That is how I would bar that putain."

He then smiles at Grimm. "I need living souls, untainted souls to distract it, mam'selle. That is what your defenders can provide. With luck, they may even live through the ordeal." He then adds, "And if you say 'No'. Well, I will wait and deal with the aftermath. But, please, do not choose to die, Gabrielle. I've waited a lifetime to find you."

Radical chuckles quietly, "In other words, the potential solution we already thought of." He tilts his head, "Do you have anything else to add, Doctor? Perhaps...another option?"

Gabrielle's mouth forms a firm line. But it does twitch at the corner at the mention of waiting for her. That he wants her alive is not comforting at all. "I'm not using my friends as bait," she says firmly.

"I know how to shut the rifts. Such magicks are beyond you given your moralities. I, on the other hand, know them like the back of my," he chuckles, "tentacles. Permanently sealing them, while time consuming, is not impossible. /If/ N'zrathol is distracted enough."

He caresses his chin with one tentacle, cutting his skin which then seals instantly again.

"Would you prefer I found unknowing dupes, mam'selle? There are many heroes in this world. Or I can find them on another and bring them here."

"No," Gabrielle says flatly, her hands gripping the ends of her armrests. "There's got to be a way that doesn't risk people..."

Radical shakes his head, "Again, he's not telling us anything we don't already know. The magic that I know is strong enough to seal the rift. Again, assuming N'zrathol is distracted enough."

"I'm in." Yep, that would be Porter. Sacrifice Gabrielle, a bunch of innocent people, or distract an otherworldly realm-destroying horror with gamey, sinewy, Porter? Not even a decision involved there. Porter is really good at getting the attention of city and/or world and/or universe-ending entities even when he's not trying.

"There are none that do not risk your death, mam'selle," says Lereau calmly. "And that is not something I will gamble on." He then shrugs again. "And would you deny your friends their heroism? They care for you."

"No, Radical, your magicks are not powerful enough. They /will/ degrade in time under the Qlipothic forces and fail in the end. Unexpectedly and at the worst time. Haruspicy is never wrong in determining such things."

Radical shakes his head, "The future isn't written, when you look forward at it, no matter the method. I know such. What I have seen in the future...has already been changed." He looks at the others, "I think there's nothing here for us. This isn't worth our time."

"Well, if you would not risk people, how about that alien creature you were consulting with, mam'selle Grimm. He would be a great flame to N'zrathol's moth."

Grimm double takes at Porter, looking at him incredulously. "You're 'in'?? No. I already hurt you enough. You're not risking it," Grimm insists, still wracked with guilt over hurting him by accident. Gabrielle looks back to Radical, then to Lereau, uncertainty on her face. "Not him, either, Lereau. Risking lives or even one life just to save me is a no go."

"The final answer is not yours, Radical. It lies with Gabrielle Grimm. It is her life, her sanity, that is what is at stake." He takes a deep breath. "If it will persuade you, I'll make certain anyone who is risked can return from beyond the barriers to the Devouring Dark. So, it need not be a one way trip."

Grimm raises a brow. "I hope you don't mean returned the way your chimp is. Like one of the undead or a zombie." She blinks and looks to Porter. "Um, no offense to your fiancee."

"One thing I never do is lie, madameoiselle Grimm. And the truth is oftem so much more harmful after all." He holds up a tentacle or three. "I will never tell you all I know, but lie? What a waste of time. When I say they will return, I mean they will return in whatever condition they are at the moment of retrieval. If they are skilled or lucky enough, there should be no permaent harm."

"Isn't that my choice, Gabrielle?" Porter points out to Grimm. Though he seems to be countered by Creepy Lereau, which he didn't expect. Before he can comment to Lereau, Grimm's apologizing and he gives her a chuckle and shrug. "S'ok. None taken."

Porter then looks to Radical and Moon. "So, we came here to not do anything? Do the same thing, just without his help?" He thumbs at Lereau. "Those all sound worse to me than doing something right now."

Radical narrows his eyes and looks to Porter. "We came here to hear him out. We did that. At which point...he told us nothing new. NOTHING. Well, other than that he uses entrails to tell the future. That was new. So tell me...why would YOU put your fate in his hands, rather than controlling your own fate?"

Radical keeps his gaze leveled at Porter, "I realize you're new to magic. But you're jumping in WAY too quickly. Do you see what he really looks like? If so, I want to hear an explanation about why you really want to go all in with such gusto. Because it's dumb. It really is."

Grimm frowns worriedly at Porter. She can't remember the last time she was able to talk him out of something. And she really wishes she could talk him out of this. "It's a shared choice, Porter," she says quietly, reaching out for his arm to hold onto it if he'll let her. "Radical does have a point. I don't think anything good will come from working with Lereau. And I won't be going with him."

Porter shrugs. "I wasn't trusting him with me. It's more Gabrielle trusting herself with him, to fix things." Which Grimm now clarifies to him. He nods to her and shrugs again to Radical. "Ok. So we won't do that and we'll do something else."

"Why wouod you go with me anywhere, mam'selle? Yes, I'd prefer it to separeate you from yhour friends, but, it is hardly necessary to perform the ritual. I have no desire to be responsible to have to contain you before your apoetheosis." He shrugs again. "Try and fail then. Should you succeed, I hope you lose no friends in the process."

Lereau slithers to his 'feet' as he adds, "When you fail, contact me in the personals section of 'Le Monde' If any of you survive save for mam'selle. She will. That is why N'zrathol wants her."

"What do you mean, I will?" Gabrielle asks suspiciously.

Radical shakes his head, "No, that makes sense. N'zrathol needs you alive for the rift to actually open completely. Again, we already know that."

Moonshadow says, "M. Lereau, if it is not too inconvenient, please convey to Amelia HalfDemon that I shall be calling on her soon."

Radical watches Lereau curiously and then turns to Grimm, "I've seen him before. In one of those future visions, Gabrielle. He's the one I thought initially was a representation of N'zrathol. I just didn't recognize him for what he was at first sight in the vision."

Grimm glances at Moonshadow and raises an eyebrow. "Is that why you came along? To make deals with other morbanes?"

"You, mam'selle Grimm, were prepared to be the Vessel of Apoetheosis since before your birth. It is your destiny. One N'zrathol seeks to usurp from his betters." He looks over at Moonshadow. "I have no dealings with that fool, mam'selle werewolf. Let her die with the rest of her world."

Radical leans into say more quietly to Grimm, "Moonshadow has a score to settle, I think. Not a deal to make."

Moonshadow smiles sweetly.

Grimm gives a single nod to Radical and doesn't go into it further. Lereau's mention of her destiny catches her attention and she turns her head to regard Lereau coldly. "I'm not some pawn of fate or destiny. I'll forge my own, thanks." She reaches over and puts her other hand on Radical. "Let's go."

Moonshadow reaches out to grasp Radical's sleeve.

Lereau snaps away with a sickening twist of movement, almost as if Reality rejected him. (To magick, he travles through that other foul place as easily as teleporing)

Radical stands...and then folds space, taking the group outside of the immediate area, out of line of sight of the DEMON folks, assuming they're all willing to go with him. "I didn't want to shunt us to another another dimension on the initial go. He might have been able to follow."

Grimm nods to Radical, letting out a breath she was holding during transit. She summons her shadow minions back to her. A few seconds after they teleport, another Grimm teleports beside the real one.

A bit slower in following is the large dragon of shadow that flies from the rooftop near the meeting place, guiding towards Grimm through a mental bond. It's dark form in the night sky is missible by some of the people below unless they were to look up.

Moonshadow turns to Grimm, "The business I have with that bitch involves ripping her face off. And maybe removing her tongue."

Grimm blinks at Moonshadow's response. She slowly smirks. "Oh, I like her, Radical."

Radical doesn't looks surprised at Moonsahdow's response. He says to Grimm, "You remember waht Amelia Halfdemon did to her, right? So...there's a ledger to deal with."

Radical says, "Though I thought the morbanes talked to each other more than Lereau implied."

Moonshadow says, "And to _our_ Amelia."

Moonshadow says, "Half-Demon's from another Earth, remember?"

"Some. Others work as cells. Have their own goals. Some of which are in competition with each other," Grimm comments. She eyes Radical. "If I kept a ledger for everyone that harmed me, there'd be a trail of bodies in my wake."

Moonshadow says, "Anyone try to buy you for parts?"

"Someone used me to fuel an infernal machine and build them a small kingdom and monsters while torturing me all the while. Get in line, Sweetie," Grimm frowns at Moonshadow.

Grimm says, "It'd be a damn sunny day if someone only wanted me for parts."

Radical starts to say that they should wait to discuss the moral implications another time. But Moonshadow speaks up again, and he lets out a long breath. Instead, he just adds some clarification, "Halfdemon tried to kidnap a bunch of other dimensional Amelias...including our own, to use as...spare parts for eternal life." He pauses and then adds, "Some things affect individuals more strongly. Or...if one is unaccustomed to dealing with trauma, one might react more strongly. Either way, everyone deals with trauma differently, with some similarities."

The second Grimm steps behind Gabrielle and turns completely black before sinking down to resume being just her shadow. The shadow dragon lands behind Grimm shortly after and folds its wings. The eight meter tall dragon lowers its head and Gabrielle reaches up to pet its muzzle before it vanishes as well.

"Amelia's died before, so that sounds like small beans."

Radical tilts his head, "If she hadn't been found in time, she wouldn't have been coming back. I think...we could all use a bit more empathy."

Grimm rolls her eyes. "You all talk to me like I didn't know her before you got tapped to be in the game," she points to Radical, then moves the pointing finger to Moonshadow, "Or before she even knew you existed."

Porter isn't all that accustomed to being shunted elsewhere. At least not without the light and sound. And immediately falling. It's a bit disorienting. "Don't worry. Nobody's trailing bodies or buying others' parts or any of that." He rubs the back of his head. "So, now what's the plan?"

Those with magical sight can see the cracks in Gabrielle's aura starting to spread.

Radical says evenly, "Gabrielle. Please take some deep breaths. The rift is widening again. I can see it. And you're lashing out."

Radical can see N'zrathol seems to have become more active, trying to force a tendril through the cracks. It doesn't get through yet, but it's causing the splintering and lashing out.

Radical reaches out and places a hand on Grimm's shoulder again...for comfort. And support. "You can do this. Deep breaths."

It takes a moment, but Grimm realizes Radical is right. She balls her hands into fists and takes a few deep, slow breathes, trying to fight N'zrathol's influence.

Radical keeps monitoring the situation...definitely noting that it seems to be Amelia (or at least talking about her) that triggers a lot of these outbursts. "That's it. Just relax. We're here."

Grimm manages to calm down. Or at least control herself from talking. She doesn't stop the breathing exercises, though.

Porter sees that Grimm has a shoulder supporter in Radical, so just adds a little with an encouraging smile and a thumbs up! Just for good measure, he sticks his tongue out at her. Stopping short of a raspberry.

Grimm finally offers a smirk, almost laughing at Porter's goofiness. "You goof," she lightly tags him in the shoulder with a friendly punch.

Moonshadow keeps her mouth firmly shut, since anything she says might make things worse.

Radical nods as Grimm has clearly calmed down. He looks at N'zrathol in the other world and flips it off again. Though he makes sure he's not doing so in this world to anyone else. Just a blank wall. No need for misunderstandings.

Grimm looks over her shoulder at the blank wall, fists raising as if she's expecting Lereau to be there. She halts as soon as she sees nothing. "Huh?"

Radical chuckles. "Just umm....'interacting' with N'zrathol. I can see it."

Moonshadow says, "Dissing an elder demon. You loosening up on us, Radical?"

"God," Grimm corrects.

Radical looks back to Moonshadow and chuckles quietly. "It's a slow process. Like...anything else."

Grimm smirks. "Oh, he knows how to loosen up."

Moonshadow looks at Grimm, "Maybe you're a good influence on him..."

Porter blinks at Radical. "Um... Oh!" That's from his explanation. "Don't suppose you could share that? I'd like to give him a piece of my mind, too. Er. Not literally, but. You know."

Radical looks at Moonshadow for a moment, and then nods. "I agree. She is." He looks back to Grimm and finally takes the hand off her shoulder. He then looks over toward Porter, "It's not a magical ability that allows me to see him. And I suspect...trying to control my gear might be difficult. But it's watching us. And it seems to dislike me immensely." He points out where N'zrathol is, though the others can't really see him.

Grimm smirks and shakes her head, terrible amused. "I thought I was a bad influence on people." She does rock the bad girl look.

All N'zrathol's eyes are on Radical again.

Moonshadow says, "Maybe we could all have lunch sometime. I could call Horizon so that there's four of us."

Grimm steps aside with Porter while Moonshadow makes lunch plans. "You aren't going to do something stupid, are you? Because I really get the feeling you are. We just got you back..."

"Really?" Porter huhs at Radical mentioning that. "Guess we know who to flail around it, then. To distract it, I mean." Then he blinks at Grimm. "Me? Do something stupid?" A pause. "Ok, maybe that sounds more rhetorical than I meant it to be..."

Grimm looks to Radical. "How can you tell that it really dislikes you?" She can't see it for whatever reason. She glances back at Porter. "Hah. Yeah, yeah it did."

Radical says to Moonshadow, "Not a bad idea, I think. Just a relaxing lunch." He looks back to Grimm to answer her question. "It's umm...looking right at me. I kind of get a sense for these things."

Grimm winces a little. "That's creepy. It must be aware enough of what you're trying to do. That, or it really dislikes being flipped off."

"Hey," Porter calls to Radical, recalling something creepy French guy said, "So... you can fix the cracks? Or that's what he was saying, right? Just wouldn't last? Unless we distracted old tentacley god dude." He snaps his fingers. "Wait! Maybe THAT'S why it doesn't like you so much?! Um... how long do you think it would take you to do the fixing?"

Maybe Gabrielle's intuition was right?

Radical nods to Grimm, "It knows waht I can do. That I can sense it. And that I can close the rift. Remember, we nearly closed it not too long ago. I just need...maybe a minute? Probably more like 30 seconds. Then I can close it. Lereau scoffs at the magic of Order, but he's wrong. It would be a permanent fix. He was trying to plant a seed of doubt."

Gabrielle nods gently. A seed was certainly planted. She's still thinking on the things Lereau said. "Right. That's their game, after all."

Porter was thinking on thing Lereau said. Now he's thinking on his own thoughts. He nods to Radical. "Well, you let me know whenever you want to do the fixing, and I'll see about distracting Ninny Bom. Now that we've got a plan."

Radical takes a deep breath, "We should talk about what distraction that might be. Before you try it."

Grimm raises a brow. "Ninny Bom?" she asks Porter. "And yeah, let's talk things out first."

Grimm hooks an arm around Porter's shoulders if he'll let her. "Maybe after I get some takeout. And beer. And make some arrangements," she says in comraderie with a smile. There's something forced about the smile, though. She's trying too hard.

"Nxlplx. Nizarol. Whatever his name is. Tentacley old god thing." Porter waves a hand a little. Names aren't important. Unless maybe when summoning, but he's not planning on that. Then he looks between Radical and Grimm. "Well, he's over there..." now he waves a hand in a Porterific gesture indicating 'some other dark qliphotic prison dimension that isn't right here' ".. and he seems to watch you..." a more simple pointing at Radical. "So, if I just go there" he makes the other gesture again "and pretend to be him" a point to Radical "Then it'll be looking at me, and not him." A point to Grimm. "Or you. Distracted. Then fixed cracks. And done!"

Radical shakes his head, "Two problems with that. First off, it'sa prison dimension. If it gets closed off, you can't get out. Secondly...see problem number one."

Grimm stares at Porter. "That...might...be something. But ...not quite finished."

Grimm looks around. "But probably something we shouldn't discuss if it's watching."

Grimm adds, "But Radical's right. Once the rift closes, the door to that dimension and back is gone, too."

Porter pauses. Maybe he hadn't thought quite that far ahead... but the rest of the idea is perfectly sound! "Ok. So we-" Porter pauses. "Talk about this somewhere else, then." He nods.

Grimm stares at Porter. "It follows me everywhere. So...yeah," she sighs. "How about we get pizza and let the Traveler's finish their lunch planning?"

Radical chuckles. "I think the intention was for the four of us..." He indicates the group. "...to go to lunch at some point, Grimm. Assuming you're amenable to that."

Grimm looks to Radical. "Huh? She said someone called Horizon. And four. That would make five. I assumed it was you two and Amelia and Horizon."

Radical says, "I think Horizon is...a restaurant?"

Radical looks around. "And there are four of us here. I did say that Amelia left town, right?"

Grimm smirks at Radical as she realizes something. "You poor, clueless man."

Radical clearly has no idea what Grimm is on about.

Grimm shakes her head. "If you don't know who they are, then I'm guessing it's her date."

"Which would make five if we were invited," Grimm sumises. Then she flashes a flirty smile at Radical. "Unless the intention is I sit in your lap again."

Moonshadow nods to Grimm, "I meant you and Radical and Horizon and I. Sometime. And yes, Horizon is who I've been seeing lately."

Radical nods slowly as the miscommunication is cleared up, though he gives Grimm a look when she mentions the lap comment again. He doesn't say anything in response to it, though.

Grimm smirks. "Well, I see Porter's not invited."

Moonshadow says, "We could add his fiancee and make it six..."

"Porter's?" Grimm asks. "Or...Horizon's?"

Grimm gives Radical a playful wink after he gives her a look. And an innocent shrug.

Moonshadow says, "Porter's. You mentioned earlier that he had one, I believe?"

"Yeaaaah. Her," Grimm says, sounding less than enthusiastic. She hasn't really had a chance to find out how she feels about her almost killing Porter. And she's afraid to see Paragon angry.

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