[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/316071861521874946/377989214773706772/coollogo_com-278371558.png[/img][/center] [hr] [b]Time: Day after Satellite Attack - Morning Location: Paris, France[/b] The true results of the massive attack made by the Hounds of Humanity were currently unclear it was clear to all that they were on the decline. Residents of Lost Haven rose up against them. The action griped the hearts of many but Odette changed the channel. A organization of that size was not to be easily toppled in a singular night or through a single blow. She was far more interested in the reports she was sure to get from Forge as soon as she levelled some of the their silver bullet facilities. It was the first step to squeezing the life out of their resources, without their weapons the witch hunters would be without their power. They waged a war against creatures and beings that were in it for the long run. As Odette believed, creatures that were far smarter and prepared for their mischief. In her Parisian home, the library surrounded Odette and Bach on four walls, a large table in the middle of the room stacked with various books for reference. Open grimoires with notes, in the center of the heavy, polished - oak table was a fully detailed map of North America. Her pink smartphone sat nearby, vibrating occasionally with notifications. Odette [url=https://www.instagram.com/p/Be3umj6hlj3/]wore[/url] whisper grey romantic strapless dress, over her shoulders a vintage dusty pink jacket with symmetrical swirls at the shoulders wrapping at her waist with long sashes, accessorized with a silver shooting star brooch connecting just above her collarbone. In her hand she held a sharpie drumming it against the table in thought. Outside it showered and the odd clap of thunder rumbled over the city. Bach was across the table, writing a few names down. He spoke in French, “[color=darkseagreen]It feels good to begin our search for a new portal location in earnest. The werewolves den was a setback, scared away some prospective support. With it behind us, scouting prospective areas ourselves we cut out incompetence.[/color]” “[color=thistle]We should avoid witch heavy areas. I don’t want to wrestle for dominance or sway for the local fair folk. They need to see I am their only option. There is a strong intersection of Leylines near Boston, but we would have no hope wrestling anything from the covens rooted there.[/color]” She tapped the map, crossing it out. “[color=thistle]Once I am able to liken the locals, establishing a safe pocket where we can peacefully build the portal the smoother the build will go. Since we will inevitably be spending time there, I want to like it.[/color]” “[color=darkseagreen]No cities in the Americas can compare to Paris, My Lady.[/color]” “[color=thistle]True but there are plenty we can mold to our comfort and vision.[/color]” She remarked, a sly smile spreading over matte red lips. “[color=thistle]We are using a fair few of the same portal builders from before, but I want to extend the invitation to reach the ears of [i]Tuatha de Dannan[/i].[/color]” Bach considered that walking away to a bookshelf, searching the spines. “[color=darkseagreen]Ambitious, but I believe we are capable of establishing that connection.[/color]” He pulled a massive green golden trim tome, taking the weight in both of his arms. He carried it back to the table, Odette came round leaning in close resting her chin against his shoulder to read over. “[color=darkseagreen][i]Tir Na nOg[/i], accessible by way of portal but not without invitation. My people millenia ago helped to carve Lugh’s Spear. I would have no sway but unfortunately the Duchess Gelsey of the Yew would not either. She was born after their arrival on Earth, firmly tied with the Autumn Court as we know quite well.[/color]” He flipped the page, beautifully illustrated was the weapon in question, Lugh’s Spear. “[color=darkseagreen]A good a place to start. We could make appeals to the Summer and Winter Courts for visitation to [i]Tir Na nOg[/i]. Attempt to garner King Oberon’s favour as we know Queen Titania is no friend of ours.[/color]” “[color=thistle]Titania may try to worm her way into knowing more than she has any right to. The Duchess on the other hand is firmly under our control, but she has grown rather meek. Perhaps she will need some...[/color]” Odette began tracing a finger along the page reading the translation notes, glancing at Bach. “[color=thistle]Inspiration?[/color]” “[color=darkseagreen]A boost of confidence.[/color]” Bach replied with a wry smile and Odette hid a laugh behind her hand. “[color=thistle]I will need Esen to shift his focus and efforts to rumours of our late Queen Mab. She is somewhere, I want to be the first to discover her whereabouts. If I am to appeal to her we can bypass Titania.[/color]” She suggested. Bach tapped at the book, “[color=darkseagreen]Would she be worth the risk? Titania is an enemy we know, Mab was… After the war she became incredibly volatile. An inversion of her former self.[/color]” Bach cautioned. “[color=darkseagreen]None know where she dwells.[/color]” Odette nodded, dragging her finger across the surface of the table. “[color=thistle]All the more reason to get to her first. I will present myself as her only ally in this new and strange world.[/color]” She paused, considering the warning. “[color=thistle]We will cross that bridge when we do. Simply knowing her whereabouts can be used as leverage.[/color]” Bach nodded, conceding. “[color=darkseagreen]True, I agree. Very well, My Lady. Captain Esen will hopefully uncover some clues.[/color]” Her phone began to vibrate, the screen lit up with a cartoon witch hat icon. “[color=thistle]I was beginning to wonder when we would hear from White Witch.[/color]” She answered the call and put her on speaker phone. Before she even said hello, the witch began to speak. [color=ffe4b5]“Some things have changed. I’ve left my group in Las Vegas and I’m sure you’ve seen the news about the Hounds. Where can we meet?”[/color] There was a momentary pause, the slyest of grins spread across both Bach and Odette’s faces. [i]She had listened to her.[/i] That was a development she had not expected, not so soon. No longer surrounded by the bumbling forces of good will, White Witch had done as Odette had suggested. She responded, not bothering to disguise her smug tone. “[color=thistle][i]Oh?[/i] The group of useless baggage and weight has been shed? [i]Mon dieu[/i], a true relief. Of course I have seen the news, the Hounds are splintering. I’ve made my own moves against them to remove their resources.[/color]” Bach snickered. “[color=thistle]Tell me where you are and I will meet you. Obviously somewhere discreet where my portal will not draw attention.[/color]” Odette replied, her eyes twinkled with delight and victory. Nothing quite compares to knowingly holding influence over someone. The Ambassador never tired of the strings she held.