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ACTIVE: bridget 'birdie' lewis (vampire: the masquerade oc) SEMI: jessica jones (netflix mcu); han solo (star wars); steve harrington (stranger things); INACTIVE: too many to list

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[terrifies]

Much like the humans from which they came, kindred were rarely satisfied with a mediocre or bad outcome, even if it was stable. They stirred shit, they provoked new consequences, they explored with daring. This was, Ouija considered privately, one of the few saving graces of their people. Birdie was a shining star, and another saving grace. Eggenhard... was too early to call, but he was at least entertaining.

Maybe the whole losing-ones-mind-to-banshee-thing was partly complicated by the superstition and general lack of willingness to engage with the possibility that Kindred could lose their minds permanently - like talking to a mortal about dementia. It left a bad taste.

Ouija's comfortable being ignored for the moment, putting a hand on their chin in affectation of boredom. They are actually quite interested, and paying attention, but there's no reason for interjecting anything just yet. Birdie can handle herself.

"We can discuss the repayment aspect if this pans out." Eggenhard's response, while superficially uptight, is about as warm as it has been to either of them since Birdie first came to Billings. He gives Ouija a sideways glance. "I don't expect anything substantial for hearsay. Or... as some might call it, a 'bum steer'."

"I would not call it that." Ouija reflects, absently admiring the wooden bookcase nearby.

"In any case." Oscar continues, determined not to be intimidated or put out by the Setite's eccentricities, "If it comes to nothing, forget all debt. If you further your understanding, return to me and we can discuss further. I might be able to interpret what you do find. Tremere scrolls recovered from the Baali bloodline--"

"Wouldn't that make them Baali scrolls?" Ouija does interrupt then, mildly.

Oscar bites his lip hard enough to draw a little blood, offended by the comparison, "No. The scrolls were... transcribed from clay tablets, and the tablets were - lost. That was before my time. Anyway. The author, Oukranos, witnessed a meteor landing at the structure near here known as Pompey's Pillar. She investigated, and found that the meteor shone with a 'demonic flame', and devoted herself to protecting it for eons. In the tablets, she reports that the flame calms everything that looks upon it, even Garou in bloodlust against a vampire will stop and become filled with peace."

Ouija blinks. That's quite an endorsement. They look back at the bookcase, letting their thoughts drift off. Lots of questions they could ask, but this is Birdie's rodeo.

[acaseofyou]

Mediocrity is, at least, useful for the Masquerade. A talk like this happening here, everyone assuming it's business, or the negotiations of a very odd polycule where the newcomer looks like he's about to assign the other two homework.

Birdie listens as intently as she ever can manage, everything filtering in and through the Fugue. She leans, too, forward mostly but toward Ouija just enough to be clear that she's trying not to lean more, trying to not be obvious at her own need for support. She'd hoped, when this was first set up, that Viktoriya would be here to lend authority to the conversation. To make the choices.

"That's... Definitely not what I expected you'd bring to the table."

She doesn't bother hiding the surprise on her face. Not aghast, or disbelieving. If all her nights have shown her anything, it tends to be that the weirder shit sounds the more likely it is to be true.

Oscar nods. "It is not something commonly advertised, even within the chantry. I was not told of it until a few nights ago." He notes her lean, lets himself look at her and Ouija in equal turn. The focus of the conversation is Birdie, of course, but he can't help but consider them a unit. A chaotic one, in may respects, at least in comparison to the structure he's more comfortable with. But one, he knows, would exist even if it were only her sat at the table. That she would consult them regardless, and so he must convince them both.

In hindsight, he's not sure he meant to let slip that what he's sharing is new to him, but he can't take it back now.

"If it were to be found and recovered--"

Birdie catches immediately what the real thrust of this has become. "Meaning if we find and recover it." Eggenhard, wishing he were more professional, alas, sits with his mouth open around the rest of the sentence she finished for him before closing his mouth into a thin line of annoyance. Mostly at himself. Meanwhile, Birdie looks to Ouija. "You think we'll need shovels?"

The ease with which she's on board is probably concerning, or at least tells of the desperation she's at to find something solid to work with.

[terrifies]

That did make sense, far too much for Ouija's liking, and they allow their face to loudly reflect the annoyance they felt about it. No wonder Oscar is so generous to give them a tip for free if it doesn't turn out to be anything. In a different sense it's much more like a favor for him, and by extension for Clan Tremere, to first verify the existence of such a meteorite (at risk of aggravating what sounds like a dangerous or possibly just grumpy methuselah of a competing occult bloodline), and then, at worst if they die, letting them know such gifts from space are to be researched and sought after. If they live and bring it back? Maybe steal it or arrange for them to die.

Ouija finds themself disappointed in Oscar, but only superficially. He's extremely young and in one of the worst clans for advancement! It makes sense he'd try political maneuvering, and it's not an insult that he's not very good at it.

They reach across and touch Birdie's hand, no bonus snake this time to lend support, but the gesture is identical to the one before. I gotcha. Even when she reveals how much she needs this to be a lead.

"Before we agree to risk our lives on a maybe-space-rock from prehistoric times, it sounds like something we need to know more about." Ouija returns, evenly.

Oscar glances away, recovering himself poorly, but respectably, given the limitations. "I've told you all I was told about it."

Ouija combines a half eye roll with a needless huff, the only reason they inhale these days. "No pictures, paintings, sketches? Maps of where specifically it landed? Like Birdie says, is it above ground or buried somewhere? In a cave? You haven't even told us how big it is."

"I don't know those things." Oscar returns, looking a little guiltily back to Birdie, "If it will help, I will travel with you to the site and give you an updated opinion there."

[acaseofyou]

Ouija's hand helps, even without the bonus snake. It reassures, even as she sits and realizes a few things listening to Ouija lay things out so reasonably.

As the two of them discuss, a few things click into place for her, the Fugue playing back to a major chord. Eggenhard is not really in-the-know about this. If he was, if this was all the information the Tremere had as a whole, he might be able to make it sound more enticing. (Then again, he's a baby and a nerd. Maybe he's incapable of enticement.) And, belated, that he was told about it. This isn't a lead produced by his own research, this is information through a grapevine she can't see the roots of.

"Who was it?" Her question stops Oscar short, but Birdie presses. "The one that told you about it a few nights ago. Does the chantry have visitors?"

There's a brief flash of oh shit on Eggenhard's face before he schools it, tries very hard to not outright frown. "Professor Thierry. She's here, she's been here longer than you. I just..." He struggles for a moment. "She is focused on her own research. We don't often talk."

One bad worry put to rest, at least. No outside powerful elder feeding this information down to their fledgling for entrapment, and while Thierry is formidable in her own right from what Birdie has heard around Billings, she's not much older than Oscar. Another bad worry, that this is just another rumor that will come to nothing. Season of Disapointment.