[centre][h2]Morgana Faith[/h2][/centre]

Things were a little livelier now that the full number of their little task force was back together; well, all minus one. Most were excited to be back together and had many stories to tell; Morgana didn’t much need to hear about their battle in Minsk, but given more time she would have liked to hear more about this titan they encountered.

Still, the investigation demanded their attention once more and now that they were back together there was much more information to review. They had a wider view of what this organisation was capable of now, of just how far their influence and resources reached, but a clear picture of who they were and what they were after still alluded them.

[color=c4df9b]“One doesn’t need to be a deity to amass a wealth of obscure knowledge or influence; just time, resources and dedication. In fact, obtaining the latter would be a good method of acquiring the former, so long as you were able to reach out to the right people and the right groups.”[/color] Like a coven of witches, or a person or group talented enough to combine several schools of magical theory into a powerful teleportation method. [color=c4df9b]“Just because this Mr X’s organisation has access to a broad range of specialities doesn’t mean they do; aside from the teleportation magic they used to smuggle their weapons, the abominable knife the biker gang had and this titan you encountered in Minsk, nothing they’ve possessed was particularly noteworthy anyway; the Roggenwolf wasn’t even them, just a mishap caused by a man desperate to free himself from their clutches.”[/color]

Though they had seemed quite eager to get their hands on said spirit, once it was in play. The armed mercenaries that had attacked them at the gardens had been quite well equipped, though maybe not suitably prepared to deal with someone like Madeleine. It did at least suggest that they had, or [i]thought[/i] they had, the ability to subdue the Roggenwolf. [color=a2d39c]“Which is all to say, it may be a little early to jump to the conclusion that Mr X is a deity.”[/color]

Which wasn’t to say that they weren’t a deity either. They would have the resources and power necessary to build a network of this size and scope, as well as the time, but there were a number of mortals who could do the same either through sheer talent or determination or simply through generational wealth. The power and influence of someone like her mother for example was much wider than most people realised and she was hardly a god, nor alone in holding that reach.

[color=c4df9b]“I must admit, I’m not able to see much of a larger picture forming here. Between the arms smuggling and the connections to gangs and cults and whoever those trainer soldiers were that came for the spirit, Mr X seems to be gathering quite a personal army for himself.”[/color] One that had somehow gone unnoticed until fairly recently, which said more about their influence than even the size of their operation did. [color=c4df9b]“The compulsion placed on the banker who attacked the OMR could have been a way for their organisation to acquire funds, through embezzlement or insider trading, but just having a man on the inside of a large financial institution could be useful by itself. If they have people inside of the OMR itself as well, enough to leak information about a mission in progress, then it paints a picture of someone building up to something.”[/color] Morgana waved a hand through the air to indicate just how vague that ‘something’ was at the moment.

[color=c4df9b]“But it all just seems so… scattered. [i]Fragmented[/i]. The groups we’ve run into don’t seem to share a common goal or ideology; frankly I can’t see them working together, unless they didn’t know that they were. Even if everything we’ve discovered so far had gone unnoticed and Mr X had unleashed all of this at once, what would that actually achieve? Havoc? Death? Terror? Before they are then taken down by the OMR or the other powers that be, leaving them with… what, exactly?”[/color]

What was the [i]goal[/i]? What was the objective? What did her mother gain from siding with these people?

What weren’t they seeing?

[@Kumbaris][@13org]