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Ringmaster
Guest
Location: The White Chapel. New York City
Time: 7:00 PM
"In the absence of light....Darkness prevails. These are the words of the organization I had helped founded, both as reminder of our duty as well as acknowledgement of the world outside our fires and our stone huts. Though many nightmares and creatures exist to some extent, to forever plague humanity there are many more, who seek to live only to live peacefully. To that end was borne the Unseelie Accords, which today rules us all. But every now and then, a new generation appears for those who seek to break the truce- To bring our world out of the shadows and into the light."
"This is something we cannot afford and so my son and others, called to duty come to this place. There are things that go bump in the night my friends."
"You are the ones who bump, back."
It was late evening by the time you all made it. The hour and certain men in suits, prevailing on bringing each of you to this place. A place that all of you knew, as a matter of course. The White Chapel. So named by the Church and as a matter of course, neutral territory. A fitting place for figures of our world to meet in secret, to decide things that would affect all the communities of this city who lived in the shadows away from prying eyes. Guards in the alcoves nodded and opened the doors, revealing the spacious interior. And waiting at the far end would be two people.
One of them, a nun. One of the three Executors of New York City, agents of the Burial Agency connected to the Church and subsequently, representatives of authority.
The other would be far more familiar to some, if only by reputation alone as he rose up from his seat, aided by the nun.
"Good evening to you all. My name is Professor Bruttenholm. Director of the The Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense of the United States of America. Each of you are volunteers or hired, for your experience as well as your stock in trade for something that may very well, violate the statue of secrecy we have imparted upon the world as a whole. Identify yourself, your purpose for being here and we shall get started."
In the direction of Hellboy, he smiled. There would be time enough for talk, but for now there was work to be done. He hoped his smile would convey that much to his son.
By his side, the nun would cross her arms as she went first, describing herself.
"My name is Sister Mercedes. Or Sister Mercy, Executor of the Burial Agency and White Magus of the Church. My role is that of one of your contacts in this city, alongside two others. I will impart intelligence, whatever resources that lay within my power and on occasion if required, assess and ensure that by your actions, the veil of secrecy remains intact and our troubles vanish."
@C.T. @Thuro The Assassin Potato @BarrenThin @TheSpringwoodSlasher @OrlandoBloomers @Schnee Corp Lawyer
Time: 7:00 PM
"In the absence of light....Darkness prevails. These are the words of the organization I had helped founded, both as reminder of our duty as well as acknowledgement of the world outside our fires and our stone huts. Though many nightmares and creatures exist to some extent, to forever plague humanity there are many more, who seek to live only to live peacefully. To that end was borne the Unseelie Accords, which today rules us all. But every now and then, a new generation appears for those who seek to break the truce- To bring our world out of the shadows and into the light."
"This is something we cannot afford and so my son and others, called to duty come to this place. There are things that go bump in the night my friends."
"You are the ones who bump, back."
It was late evening by the time you all made it. The hour and certain men in suits, prevailing on bringing each of you to this place. A place that all of you knew, as a matter of course. The White Chapel. So named by the Church and as a matter of course, neutral territory. A fitting place for figures of our world to meet in secret, to decide things that would affect all the communities of this city who lived in the shadows away from prying eyes. Guards in the alcoves nodded and opened the doors, revealing the spacious interior. And waiting at the far end would be two people.
One of them, a nun. One of the three Executors of New York City, agents of the Burial Agency connected to the Church and subsequently, representatives of authority.
The other would be far more familiar to some, if only by reputation alone as he rose up from his seat, aided by the nun.
"Good evening to you all. My name is Professor Bruttenholm. Director of the The Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense of the United States of America. Each of you are volunteers or hired, for your experience as well as your stock in trade for something that may very well, violate the statue of secrecy we have imparted upon the world as a whole. Identify yourself, your purpose for being here and we shall get started."
In the direction of Hellboy, he smiled. There would be time enough for talk, but for now there was work to be done. He hoped his smile would convey that much to his son.
By his side, the nun would cross her arms as she went first, describing herself.
"My name is Sister Mercedes. Or Sister Mercy, Executor of the Burial Agency and White Magus of the Church. My role is that of one of your contacts in this city, alongside two others. I will impart intelligence, whatever resources that lay within my power and on occasion if required, assess and ensure that by your actions, the veil of secrecy remains intact and our troubles vanish."
@C.T. @Thuro The Assassin Potato @BarrenThin @TheSpringwoodSlasher @OrlandoBloomers @Schnee Corp Lawyer