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[b]Time:[/b] Present - Evening
[b]Location:[/b] The Ritz-Carlton Hotel, New York City.

Broker liked the Ritz-Carlton. Mainly because one of his unknowing acolytes owned a stake in it. Although, he preferred the Grump Tower. The demon was in full demon form, no need to hide his nature when dealing with Odette. The Ambassador would not be put off dealing with a person who looked like the literal devil.

[color=ed1c24]"I take it you felt it?"[/color] He said, referring to the earlier soul circle. [color=ed1c24]"Do you wish to see it?"[/color] He said, a gleam in his eyes. Blueberry rolled her eyes in a teen like fashion. And added to the conversation in her own way.

"Ew, [i]Gross[/i]." She exclaimed and left the room. Actually causing Broker to pause. He wasn't exactly new to the concept of revulsion and its many causes, he was a demon after all. But like fathers everywhere, teenage girls provided a unique and often confusing spice to life.

"[color=ed1c24]...Too much internet.[/color]"

Indeed, The Ambassador had felt the sudden and great disturbance across the leyline in New York. The Leylines crisscrossing Earth were a great source of life and magic, souls flocked to it after death and made their home. While magically inclined humans could tap into it as the Arcane Stream. Odette travelled the Arcane Stream and as she was very familiar with it's ebbs and flows. Souls being forcefully ripped from the stream had sent involuntary chills down her spine.

What was a surprise was when a Prince of Hell had shown up outside her hotel room calling her not only by name but by alias. He towered above her at over 7 feet tall wearing a bathrobe of all things. She gave him credit asking politely for her to allow him inside, behind him was a gluttony demon as well blue as a blueberry. The Legions of Hell rarely clashed with the Fair Folk and it would hardly seem prudent to just leave him outside.

When he had shown her the Soul Stone it was absolutely beautiful. Radiating power of thousands of souls and it was her first time seeing one of this caliber up close. Hardly acknowledging Blueberry's comment, her attention squarely on the diamond.

Whispering her awe in French then she switched knowingly back to English "[color=thistle]It is absolutely magnificent.[/color]" Bach had his eyes on it as well matching her awe in his expression. He was naturally wary of The Broker, knowing him as Greed Incarnate. 

Broker held it delicately between two fingers, the shine from it casting strange and warped shadows about them. "[color=ed1c24]Yes. It is.[/color]" He said, a grin so wide it might as well belong to a cheshire cat. "[color=ed1c24]But, dear Odette. It is only the beginning. The Centerpiece of a plan years in the making.[/color]" He tightened his fist around it. "[color=ed1c24]There is to much unruly competition between us... Morally flexible creatures.[/color]" He walked over the to the window overlooking the city. "[color=ed1c24]Barron in Las Vegas and his Ancient Vampires.[/color]" He said, pointing in the way of visionaries everywhere. "[color=ed1c24]There is a Lich, There is me. There is you. There are many more.[/color]" He turned back to face her.

"[color=ed1c24]We get in each other's way unknowingly or very knowingly and help the annoying pests known as heroes to ruin our plans. To that, I say no more.[/color]" His eyes had that gleam again as he leaned over a table. Rolling out a paper. "[color=ed1c24]I always felt that Arthur's Roundtable was unfair. We need our own.[/color]" He eyed her. "[color=ed1c24]It is time... For Evil to go... Incorporate.[/color]" 

Her blue eyes followed him as he spoke, she had taken a seat in one of the lush hotel room chairs her teeth gently gnawing at the inside of her cheek. "[color=thistle]A gathering of like minded individuals to... accomplish what? That Soul Stone alone can accomplish great deeds as it were. In your hands Hell has the advantage here. Why would you need help from myself? I thought the Fair Folk gave you a cold.[/color]" She said amicably, foremost very curious. The idea of them gathering their minds and powers was rather appealing but with the likes of Barron, there could be... some conflicts of interest.

"[color=ed1c24]Because I have that power, I know someone is going to react adversely and help cost me a lot of energy and effort. What the so called good guys got, is communication. Synergy. They work like a CEO's wet dream when it comes to saving the day.[/color]" He said as he sat down himself. 

Odette pulled a face in response to that. Begrudgingly true in respect to the recent string of victory afforded to metahuman superhero groups.

"[color=ed1c24]Besides. I told you this was just a centerpiece...[/color]" He smiled and pointed to the paper. There was alot of old languages on there. But in the middle was a artifact of some sort. And the text saying; Solomons Cube.

"[color=ed1c24]Solomons Cube. A amplifying cage for necrotic and soul infused magic.[/color]" He said, eyeing the ancient blueprint. "[color=ed1c24]Sadly, the parts of it cannot be made anymore. It needed some unique components.[/color]" He looked to Odette. "[color=ed1c24]But...They can be found. You cannot destroy it entirely. Just disassemble it. Someone did that several thousand years ago and I happen to need some help acquiring them.[/color]"

Bach spoke up next having read the paper over Odette's shoulder. "[color=darkseagreen]Such plans have been lost to the ages. Solomon's Cube... My Lady can you imagine how we could utilize such a device?[/color]" Ambition sent Bach into excitement.

"[color=thistle]Certainly, I can imagine just about anything.[/color]" She replied schooling her expression to remain neutral picking up the paper for a closer look. "[color=thistle]A legendary item such as the Solomon's Cube does promise great power to whomever holds it. Broker, what exactly do you need me to do? My services are hardly [i]cheap[/i]. While the reward of glory could appeal to some however it does not appeal to me.[/color]" 

"[color=thistle]Allow me to pour some wine and we shall talk business.[/color]" Odette said pushing up from her seat and stepping up to the mini bar. Pulling up some french Pinot Noir, using a corkscrew to open the bottle. Pouring the wine into a decanter. "[color=thistle]What you are proposing will grab the attention of many.[/color]"

"[color=ed1c24]Naturally.[/color]" He said, unperturbed. "[color=ed1c24]Even as we speak, some good natured person with a modicum of magic talent realizes shit hit the fan at terminal velocity-[/color]" He allowed her to give him a glass. He took a sip and let out a rumbling, pleased noise. [color=ed1c24]"Excellent year."[/color] He said over the glass. [color=ed1c24]"You and everyone else will have... A stake in the cube. Just like a corporation, see? Get in now, get a majority share."[/color]

Odette pulled another face at his vulgar language before sipping lightly on the wine choosing wisely not to scold him. "[color=thistle]Who exactly is aware of it as of right now? I do not have much sway or hold in New York.[/color]"

"[color=ed1c24]I do not know for sure who will come after us at start. It is a race against time. What I need [I]you[/I] for is not here. Back in Britain rests one piece. I cannot get to it due to Titania and her Fey Courts...[/color]" 

Odette's mouth curled into a smile, "[color=thistle]Titania? Is that all? Transform a man to a donkey and you'll have her melting in your hands. If it is in Britain then my guess it would be under Stonehenge.[/color]"

"[color=ed1c24]I'll leave the fineprint to you. We know it's general location; Just as we know the other three pieces are spread wide. There is two in the states. One somewhere in Nevada, likely buried with some chieftain. The other is down by the border. It was only just dug up when searching for oil. I'll be handling that one personally. Texas is a place where money talks.[/color]" 

"[color=thistle]I can certainly see to retrieving the piece from Titania or at least it's location. If it is under Stonehenge it will take me some time to breach the area. It is a heavily anchored leyline, while I am rather talented with manipulating the arcane stream, I think I may need some help.[/color]"

"[color=ed1c24]See. [i]This[/i] is why we need to go incorporate.[/color]" Broker mused. "[color=ed1c24]Let's put in a word to the other potential associates.[/color]" 

"[color=thistle]Not so fast. I am not working for you for free.[/color]" Odette said firmly. "[color=thistle]There is no guarantee your plan will succeed and I am not wasting my time for failure.[/color]"

"[color=ed1c24]I own...a substantial amount of artifact and magical capital. Name your prize.[/color]"
 
"[color=thistle]That is not necessarily the Fey's way. I want a favour.[/color]"

"[color=ed1c24]Tsk. Always favours with your lot.[/color]"

"[color=thistle]A Big Favour I can call upon without condition, please and thank you.[/color]" Odette said.

Broker felt a pang of admiration and annoyance. "[color=ed1c24]Alright. Deal.[/color]" 

Her smile was gracious, "[color=thistle]I will help you assemble Solomon's Cube in exchange for a Big Favour from you.[/color]" Offering her hand out looking straight into the red eyes of the greediest demon in Hell. "[color=thistle]We have ourselves an accord.[/color]"

"[color=ed1c24]We do indeed. I pity those that get in our way.[/color]" He said, staring holes in those blue, calculating eyes.