[color=#FFD700][u][h3]Daniel[/h3][/u][/color]

Daniel was fourteen, and it showed as he answered 'Father Dominic', realizing that this was not a situation that could be solved through violent bravado, sighed and replied, [color=#FFD700]"Hey, umm, you're Flint's Dad, right? Well, to be honest, if he told you, he must have trusted you, not knowing that you, like most normal dads, are skeptical about the existence of Magic and Powers and everything. And that's fair; most people are or should be, and I don't exactly have proof that Personae exist or that the world will end in three hours - There's a reason I am not telling Dad and Mom, as they just got married to make me retroactively legitimized. Now, I know you're worried about him, and as this is a phone call, and I don't have anything but words to rely on making you see my point of view."[/color]

No accusations. No threats. Think, Daniel, think! Then it came to him.

His next sentences were, [color=#FFD700]"How about this? You can come with Flint to wherever I and the others will be meeting. In fact, I'm even offering my place - It's one of those fancy townhouses owned by my family, the Palaiologoi. Not sure if you recognize the name, though. But yeah, it's at the upper-class districts of D.C.; let me forward you the coordinates."[/color]

Yes, Daniel and his parents were staying in a townhouse owned by the Palaiologos Family, their private home when in the Capital for lobbying and networking. It was one of those strange buildings built in the Art Deco style in the 1920s and refurbished with high-speed internet connections and solar panels a decade or so ago. Father Dominic ought to find the coordinates authentic if he checked - That building clearly existed on Google Earth.

However, the boy could not help but say, [color=#FFD700]"That said, while I know that it's less likely you come with Flint or you allow him to come if I say this... You sound protective. Really protective. Then again, parents can be that - especially the good ones. I'll let him and you choose, then?"[/color]

The fourteen-year-old gave an exaggerated sigh and said, [color=#FFD700]"Either way, I'll be waiting for you and Flint and the others before the three hours end. If civilization is going to end, we need to stick together, and if it isn't... I'll pay you compensation. Personally."[/color]

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