"Um. Thank you?" Danny replies with a slightly wide-eyed smile.
He winks at Brother Bellcher with the eye currently facing away from Sal.
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Danny grins and holds out his hand, palm down, then waggles it from side to side. "Well. Quite used to it might be an BIT of an overstatement. But I have picked up a few things. Our big, burly friend on the other hand, IS more than passing familiar with such workings. If he can't help you, You'd be hard-pressed to find a, (what does he call them?), A 'Poxy Wizard' who can!" Danny agrees cheerfully.
Danny makes, 'a face'. Then shrugs. "What do we know? Usually enough to get us INTO trouble, but not always enough to get us OUT again. Easily." He admits wryly. "I think it goes without saying that we'll help if we can. It's, uh,... kinda what we do." he grins. Danny suddenly looks serious beneath the bee-net.
Sal can't tell for sure looking through her own bee-net and the one covering Danny's face, but she could have sworn he was about to ask something else,...
Danny stops short, just for a second, at the comment about his mothers eyes. But he recovers quickly, and nods his netted head slightly as Brother Bellcher gestures towards a hive. "Yeah. I've been hearing that a lot lately." Danny says dryly. The singer lets Sal explain the situation. (Less chance of embellishment that way.) But can't prevent himself from adding to it,... "We think we found what they were using as a 'base' to launch that attack from. An old boathouse. Place was a wreck. But we found some jars of your honey there too. It was the only thing that hadn't been eaten, edible or otherwise, in the place." Danny explains, making a face that explains all you need to know about the state of the mentioned boathouse.
"Meet the bees? Cool!" Danny says, donning his own headwear. He makes certain to follow their hosts example to wear it properly. And double checks that the netting is pressed down tight where it meets his body. Danny Chuckles at Sal.
Danny blinks as his mind catches up with what Sal is surreptitiously trying to say. Or ask,... "Yeah. I didn't know that modern monks maintained martial orders still? Or is that more of a,... local hobby?" Danny asks with innocent inquisitiveness. The youth shrugs his shoulders. And casually, if obviously, looks around to make sure no others are close enough to hear them. "We were at the Festival when all of the 'excitement' happened. Sal's right. You guys were awesome."
Danny notes the strong grip of the monk, and figures that dealing with hives and mead barrels (DO they USE barrels?) must help promote staying in good shape. "FOTHERGILL?!? Really? You know, I always knew he seemed too quiet! Now that you say it, It makes sense." Danny laughs. "A tour would be great! Thanks a lot!" Danny adds, not having to fake the enthusiasm. He thanks the lady behind the counter, and gives her a warm smile and a wink before following Bellcher towards the back.
Economic Growth- Danny manages NOT to reach up and touch his own head when the Monk enters the shop.
The singer grins at Sal, bobbing his head in greeting to the monk. "How's it goin' Guv? Pleasure to meet you Brother, Bellcher I presume?"
"This is Sal, I'm Danny. We're friends of Fothergill. When we told him we were headed out this way he asked if we could look you up." Danny explains cheerfully.
Monk-key business, indeed.
Spoiler: Danny double-checks that he has put the Rover back into park. He notes Sal's swift exit from the vehicle,but is gratified that she refrains from actually kissing the ground. At least while he was looking. Danny raises an eyebrow as Sal tries the door handle to be sure it is locked. Twice. "I'm from Chicago. Anything that wasn't locked down disappeared," she explains slightly apologetically to Danny. "And now... shopping!" Danny grins. "I spent a little time in New Orleans. Pretty much the same thing. If you want to get rid of something, you didn't call the trash people to pick it up. You just left it on the curb. It was usually gone before you got back inside and locked the door." Danny follows Sal around inside, happy to let her take the lead on the 'shopping trip'. He does add one bottle of mead to the basket. "I tried mead once. A while back. I can't wait to try the 'real thing'." He explains.
We're off to seeee the monks!
Spoiler: "Um, 'Frier's Club'? Are you hungry for chicken all of a sudden?" Danny asks with a raised eyebrow at Sal in the rear view. He hastily puts his eyes forward and finds his proper lane. Again. "Oh. you meant FRIARS club! Sure. Why not? Kind of how every clued-in south-of-the-law gangster that we meet seems to know every OTHER one. On a first name basis. I figure they all subscribe to the same newsletter or something." Danny follows Sal's directions. Although he's pretty sure that there aren't a lot of turn-offs to get lost between out here. "So how big IS this place anyway? I keep thinking cool-giant-old-castle size. But that may just be my 100 plus times of watching the Harry Potter movies speaking."
"Of COURSE I have." Danny retorts cheerfully as he pulls out of the lot. And promptly changes over into the correct lane. "Once or twice. Not TOO long ago."
Danny grins with clenched teeth as he pulls close to Ken and Ed when Sal directs. He mutters something about 'handles like the Titanic', but his approach is smooth, even if his stop is a tad sudden. He laughs. "The Great outdoors is great. But room service is better! Let's see what we can find. Although, Yer right Sal. We should probably be close enough to keep an eye on them. IF we can manage it without being obvious."
Danny follows Sal outside. He slowly walks up beside her as she enjoys the sea breeze. Sal keeps expecting Danny to say,... something. But the pleasant silence drags on. Danny takes a few deep, slow, breaths of the misty breeze. His hands buried in his jacket pockets. Finally, just as Sal can't stand the tension, sure that Danny is gonna quip,... Something. But Danny merely bumps her elbow with his own. When she looks at him he justs gives her a small smirk and a wink. Then he turns, and begins walking to the Rover while twirling the key ring around his finger and whistling a Disney tune.
"Hah! You didn't almost lose me. You almost left me!" Danny barks a laugh. He throws Ken a look over his shoulder. "Your just jealous cuz the cashier was flir,... erm, talking to me while you were gassing up that Road Hog of yours!" Danny smirks and hastily follows Sal out the door.
"And AWAAAAAAAAAAYYYY we go!" Danny says as he rises from the table.
"Awesome." Danny agrees with a smile.
"See?! I'm useful! Everyone needs a buddy. If only to muddy the waters of blame!" Danny grins with a waggle of his eyebrows. Danny winks at the friendly serving lady as Sal laughs. "I guess that WOULD be pretty entertaining. But that's alright. We're not looking to film any episodes of 'Europeans Gone Wild' or anything. Just trying to get the most out of our non-existent vacation time. History is good, beautiful scenery is great, and good booze is even better! Add them all up, and I think we have something for everyone!"
"Only when I am well and truly bored."
"Oh yes, Please DO tell us all about the 'hijinks'! I love history and beautiful scenery as much as anyone, but it's been a long trip, and I'm ready for some fun!" Danny says as he slides the friendly waitress the payment for his drink, making sure it's far more than needed, and he doesn't ask for change. He adds a friendly wink over the rim of his mug as he takes a deep drink.
Danny smiles. A small genuine smile. "C'mon Sal. You know I have nothing but respect for you, and anyone else, cop or military, who takes a job description that includes Being Shot At in it. That doesn't make the jokes not funny! My uncle was in the Navy. HE had some stories. Each more unbelievable and hysterical than the last. Remind me to tell you the story of when he was stationed on Bermuda, and got drafted into guard duty. As a Marine!" "And Catholics have GREAT senses of humor! Who do you think laughs loudest when watching 'Sister Act'??" Danny is clearly trying to get Sal to laugh. Judging by the look in his eyes, he knew exactly what he saying before, but somehow mis-read his audience. Sal takes her past,... a little more 'seriously' than others,...
Danny shrugs wryly at Kenneth's suggestion.
Danny eyes Kenneth. "Although don't sell yourself short. I think you make a GREAT straight-man." He grins. Sal nods. "That works for me. Danny is unlikely to shoot anyone, so if shootin' needs to be done, I'm there. And really, anyone can tell the difference between military efficiency and disgusting fish slobbery. Slobbery? Slobbery." Danny shakes his head. "if by military efficiency you mean, 'Leave behind a great, big, stinking mess for someone ELSE to clean up', then no. You can NOT tell the difference." Then he hold sup a finger.
Danny chuckles. "Again. NOT a monastery expert. But I'm guessing that they have some sort of accommodations for 'guests'? Especially seeing as how the tide here can LITERALLY trap you with no other choices?" "SO, YOU two take the 'Cute-Car', and we'll take the Rover." Danny flips up the collar of his newest jacket. "I Can totally pull off driving the rover and make it look cool!" Danny looks sideways at Ken, and deflates a smidge. "OR, maybe I'll just let the guy who is big enough to fold me in HALF drive the big, cool car. Either way." He sighs, waving a hand at Ken.
Danny nods, his eyes wide and somber. "Yep. When it comes to trading bullets. I would think tis' better to be on the GIVING end rather than the receiving." The self-proclaimed singer grins. "Well, draw straws, or arm wrestle, whatever works. Personally I think that, (religious pride and prejudices aside) Kenneth and I, being the gregarious, friendly-like folk who LIKE an audience, and to go and make friends, should go and say 'Hi' to Brother Bellcher. And that would leave the PI and the recon specialist to do the 'scouting'." Danny shrugs innocently.
Danny arches an eyebrow. He s-l-o-w-l-y reaches over, and pats Sal on the arm awkwardly. "Well, now. Just a thought. I think you should go scouting. I'd hate for you to get confused and mix the two up. The results might be,... AWKWARD." He says with wide eyes. And a hint of a grin. "And who knows? You could take this as an opportunity to practice being more 'Shaggy' and less "Daphne". At Sal's look, he grins bigger. "YOU know. Practice being 'normal' and running away!" He chuckles. Danny looks at Kenneth. "Yeah. I know. Never gonna happen. Doesn't mean she can't TRY it once in a while!" He sticks his tongue out and crosses his eyes. Leaving no doubt to anyone that he is joking. Mostly. "Besides. I LIKE to talk!" He adds enthusiastically.
Danny gets look of mock, over-exaggerated horror on his face. "What are you saying?!? Split the party? You NEVER 'split the party!' Just ask SCOOBY!" He winks as he snags another pork rind. "Ok, So who does what? 'Just' scouting or 'just' contacting Brother Bellcher sounds easy enough. (I hope.) Does it matter who does which?"
"Well. I've never been accused of over-thinking anything before. Hate to ruin my streak." Danny leans back into the pillowed backseat with a grin as Sal pulls into the lot. Danny strides into the bar with the rest, looking around the joint as if sizing it up for his next gig. When they sit at the table he swiftly snags a pork rind and pops it into his mouth, crunching contentedly. "Mmmm MMM! Pure fat equals pure bliss!" He says happily. "Man, I hope I don't get old anytime soon. I'm gonna MISS my metabolism!" "So, what's up? What's the plan? We just walk up to the abbey and warn them?"
Danny holds up both hands as if surrendering. "Hey slow down. I'm as 'reedeemery' as the next guy. But, who am I to judge? I mean I'm no evil super-villain, but I'm not a pure angel either. THAT kind of question, it's WAY above my pay grade!" Danny sighs.
"All I know is some things are wrong, and I try to do what's right. But the more I get entangled in this Fae stuff, the more I realize that some things, LOTS of things, aren't black and white. There is a LOT of gray area. Lots more than I ever dreamed. All I can do is my best NOT to do 'bad', and try to leave whatever situation I've fallen into in better condition than I found it." Danny shrugs. "If I can help someone out of a bad situation, I will. Of course. But if they aren't willing to be helped,... well,... I don't want whoever they hurt to be on my conscience either. So I have to try and stop them. Like that jade vamp situation. I' feel FAIRLY confident that they weren't too remorseful or gonna be talked into being a goody-two-shoes-sparkly vamp just 'cuz I talked to them." Danny smirks.
Danny purses his lips, and furrows his brow. WHen he realizes Sal is watching him in the rear-view, he exaggerates the look to cartoonish proportions. "Well,... again, I'm no expert on vamps. Not sure I recall running into any before we teamed up? But I'm pretty sure that Vamps are all tougher than the average fishstick. Even the White Court, when they wanna be. And the rest of the Vamps consider them wussies." Danny grins. "Naw, I'm pretty sure Vamps are tougher. But that doesn't mean the fishsticks aren't bad news. If the Vamps are heavyweight MMA title champs, then the Fishsticks are 'just' pro-wrestlers. Still dont wanna arm-wrestle 'em!" Danny's grin threatens to reach his ears. Then it fades slowly. "From what I hear in,... circles. At least some of the fishsticks were human. WHICH may explain why their bosses don't seem to mind risking their lives to get to the goals. They're just a resource to the big-bosses. And if it's true, explains at least one (other?) reason why they're kidnapping people." "Weaknesses? Meh. They might be bigger, stronger, and faster than the average person. But as you so kindly demonstrated, they ain't bulletproof! I'm,... not sure that they count as human anymore though. Might bring up yet MORE ethical questions. Like I wasn't juggling enough of THOSE already!" Danny rolls his eyes.
Danny grins. It is frightening. For just a moment. "Oh yeah. I 'won' that one." he says, JUST a trifle smugly. "I won't claim to be a 'kung-fu dream-master' or anything. I almost never remember any details of my dreams. But I remember HAVING them. And I remember being AWARE of them being dreams. AND I recall changing some of my dreams on purpose. Even if I can never remember exactly what I did. (Sometimes I do remember. And that's really weird.)" Danny smiles cheerfully.
Danny's almost-evil, self-satisfied smug grin returns. Briefly.
Danny nods in empathy with Sal. "Yep. VERY busy day. 'Experience' huh? Don't get accused of having THAT too often." he chuckles. "ALL I'm saying is, a 'Healthy respect' for something that can actually harm you. Like you giving me a firearm, is perfectly valid. Being aware of it allows you to deal with it, so when you face it, you dont freeze or anything too bad."
Danny sits for a moment, also watching the road. Unusually un-rapid in his response. When he speaks, it is the casual, frank openness of speaking to a friend, without the usual 'Danny-ness' and flamboyance that usually accompanies, well,... EVERYTHING that Danny usually says. "Well,... People think fear is bad. They're morons. Genuine fear is good. IN moderation of course. It gives you adrenaline, it makes you cautious, it heightens your reflexes, makes you sensitive to danger, a lot of good things." Danny smirks. Just a little. "As Long as you don't let it overwhelm you of course. THAT'S the tricky part. Especially for people whose only usual introduction to 'fear' is a gory jump-scare flick. They just like being 'shocked'. THAT'S not fear. Those are the guys and gals who when they see something from our side of the street, don't deal with it very well. They scream, they freeze, everything but something actually USEFUL. I don't see that as being a normal issue with you?" Danny's smirk is back in full swing. If a little glassy-eyed from the combo of too much late-night 'fun', Tylenol and Mickey-D's-greasy-cure-all floating around inside of him. "I mean, you've already identified the source of the fear. And seems to me that you have a darn good reason for being, um, 'cautious'? So, yeah? I mean,... I deal with the Winter Fae on a REGULAR basis. THAT is a reason to fear. Dealing with that WILL make you paranoid if your not careful. And even that's not a bad thing with them!" Danny shakes his head, probably at a memory.
Danny looks at Sal for the first time in a few miles.
At Sal's 'You Awake?', Danny's hand raises into view, and gives Sal a 'thumbs up'. "Moss'ly, yeah. Whassup?" Danny's voice rises as his hand sinks from view. At Sal's question, an actually semi-concious Danny raises into view, leaning forward to stick his head almost in the front seat. "As close as I cared to get, yeah. I mean, I was close enough to kick one in the fish-junk, so, yeah?" Danny answered quizzically, clearly curious where this line of questioning was headed.
Edwyn and Danny join the rest at the fast food temple. (Small 'T') Upon seeing Sal's gifts in the back seat, Danny tosses his duct-taped guitar case into the 'boot', and dives into the blanket and pillow. he gets comfortable, and opens his bag of holy snacks, thoroughly enjoying devouring the various carb & greasy-supposed-meat offerings inside. At Sal's comments about Jedi Mind tricks, he waves his own hand, first two fingers held up. "Ooo don' need to fee her eyeden'ifficafun" He solemnly mutters through a mouthful of greasy goodness. Danny enjoys the ride stretched out in the back, obviously feeling much better. And approves of Sal's choices in music. Even if he DOES close his eyes when she insists on clapping along.
"hey,.. HEY! The Scooby gang was COOL! BOTH of them. The original, AND the Buffy gang." Danny insists. "Well of COURSE I 'nae' make a good BUFFY. I'M clearly more the XANDER type." Danny explains. "Or,... Oz. Yeah, OZ was cool. THAT boy was WAY too chill." He grins. Danny makes an 'ouchie' face at the biting comment, and winks at Ken, trying to see if he'll squirm. He raises an eyebrow at the duct tape. He looks at Edwyn.
"That';s fine Sal, you two STICK around, we'll see you at 11." he waves over his shoulder. "I don't know what she means. I mean sure, I'm 'dating' twins. Sort of. But we're not DATING. You know?" Danny says in a low voice, presumably to Edwyn, as he finishes cleaning his mug. "I mean, yeah, I'm not gonna pretend we haven't played 'Which Twin Am I Kissing?', once or twice. But we haven't done, much, more than that. For a couple of reasons. First, they were friends long before they were girlfriends, you know? It just, sometimes it's weird, and I, we, dont want it to get weird, ya know? " Danny Continues as he dries the mug and places it on the drying mat. "But mostly because of their Dad. He doesn't really Approve of me all that much. But he tolerates me because he knows that I actually care for the girls, ya know? But he's the kind of guy who, if he DIS-approves of something, it tends to DIS-appear. KnowwhutImean?" "Heck, I won't lie. HE scares me. A little bit. And I'VE met the Queen of the Winter Fae! Heck, I WORK for her. Kinda." Danny gives an entirely non-acting shudder. Then seems to realize that Edwyn has asked him a question. "Oh, yeah, sorry. Still waking up, And I'm an over-sharer. Sorry bout that. I just need to run by my apartment to pick up a couple of things." Danny gives Edwyn his address, and basic directions if he needs them. (Not that DAnny is an expert navigator in the area yet.)
Danny nods, Slowly. "Say anything? Who? ME? Why would I even?" Danny replies with wide-eyed innocence and takes another sip of his coffee. Oh yeah. He's awake now. "I'll take a vest. Whatever's available. I can always wear it under my jacket." "You know, just in case I open my mouth before I get enough coffee, and actually get on Sal's bad side!" He winks at Kenneth. Danny finishes his coffee, and joins Edwyn at the sink to rinse out his mug. He gives the detective a lopsided grin. "Welcome to the Scooby Gang!"
"Hah. Freakin'. Hah." Danny says in a dry monotone. He stumbles to the table, reaches over, plucks a pastry from the plate, and shoves the entire thing in his mouth. Danny chews for a minute, (struggling to breath around the danish for only a moment) then his eyes roll up into his head, and he makes a moan of pure bliss. "Mmm, Moh Gowd, Cawrbs. Yesh! THASH whut ai needehd!" Danny chews until the pastry vanishes and he no longer looks like a Disney chipmunk. He follows it with half of his new mug of coffee. "Oh, Yeah! 'Diminishing returns' my Aunt Susie's keister! That is JUST what the doctor ordered!" Danny smirks at Ken. (His eyes are still narrowed in a painful squint, but the smirk is genuine.) "And yes, I had a good time last night. Don't even remember going up to the room to be honest. I mean, I realized it would have been RUDE to not finish the bottle and just let it go to waste, right?" He grins with indications that his usual self is, indeed, still kicking in there. Somewhere. Danny looks at Ken, then Sal, then Ken, then Sal,....
"UGH." Danny responds to all of the chatter, before burying his face back into his mug of life-requirement. After a long, slurping moment, he resurfaces for air. "Need to pick up 'Frankentaur'. Gig bag. McDonald's good." he mutters in a deeper-than usual voice. He goes to take another drink, and looks at his now-empty mug like it has betrayed him. "Can't drive here anyway. They all drive on wrong side of the road." He mutters darkly as he stumbles back over to refill his supply of magical elixir. "Don' know what yer talkin' 'bout. I'm fine." he murmurs. He stops in middle of adding sweet and creamy stuff to the cup, turns, and looks at Ken and Sal through pain-narrowed eyes. After a moment he goes back to treating his cup. "Nahhh." he mumbles to himself. "A couple more gallons, er, cups of coffee, some Tylenol, and I'm right as rain." he says with a valiant attempt at cheerful energy.
The door opens again, and Danny appears. He seems 'normal' at first glance, Fresh-showered and clean-shaven, but stands in the doorway. And stands. Until an actual snore-snort makes him jerk violently and you realize he was asleep on his feet. Danny zombie walks slowly to the coffeepot, shuffling and moaning occasionally like an audition for 'Walking Dead'. He pours a large cup of coffee, splashing only a drop, and raises it to his lips, where he slurps noisily. He makes a FACE, one of those that can only be made by someone who regularly treats their coffee with lots of something that isn't there. "OW! WOW! HOT! And black coffee!? Ugh! WHY?!?" Danny wails like a spectre as he hastily reaches for large spoonfuls of sugar and a huge dollop of the first milky stuff he can find. There is more mess this time, but Danny successfully gets the treated coffee to his lips and gulps greedily. "Ow. Still hot." Danny says in a much lower volume. Plunging his face into the mug once more. The singer turns, face still in the mug, and blinks owlishly as he focuses blearily on the other people in the kitchen. He lowers the mug, sporting a coffee-cream mustache, smiles wanly, and raises a hand. "How." Danny says, old-cowboy-movie indian style.
There is a shuffling sound from the stairs, then a clank of metal on stone and a muffled curse as Danny stumbles into view, all but falling down the stairs as he tries to recover the Kukri he kicked from its resting place on the stairs. Which would be easy, except he keeps kicking it as he's reaching for it again. A few more shuffled steps and mumbled curses later, and Danny stands up with a triumphant smirk, the runaway Kukri in one hand. He blinks owlishly as he realizes he is standing about 3 feet away from Kenneth and Sal, and they are leaning in together, VERY closely. "Oh,... Hello! People leave their toys in the darnedest places!" he says far too brightly. Danny-Boy is clearly in 'High Spirits'. Danny blinks again, looks at Kenneth, then at Sal, then back to Kenneth. Oh? OH! Am I interrupting something?!?" Danny asks Ken in a stage whisper that can probably be heard upstairs. "Shorry, jusht needed a night cap." Danny explains only slightly slurring his words, holding up the empty bottle in his other hand. Danny extends the empty bottle to Sal with a grin. Blinks. Then withdraws the bottle and offers her the Kukri instead. When she takes it, he salutes her with the empty bottle, winks at Ken, and turns and makes his way back to the stairs. (Forgetting to grab anything else to drink on the way.) Danny makes it all the way to the first step before his mouth starts up again,...
Danny looks between both Sal and Ken (giving the latter a look that says 'traitor'.) "FINE! I can take a hint! Shower it is! I'm NOT a typical dope-head rockstar wannabe. I LIKE being clean! Whatever your detecting is probably the remnants of our excursion into the Fish-Stick Boathouse. Probably." Danny gives Ken a sly sideways look. "What makes you think that Johnny Depp ISN'T a Fae? OR White Court? Just Sayin',..." He smirks.
"Ow!" Danny says, dramatically, as Sal whacks the top of his head. But he grins. "Yeah. The lab. That was epic." he agrees, still smiling at the memory. "Huh. What powers WOULD you get if you were bitten by a radioactive Robert Downy Jr? Besides the ability to take your mid-life crises and use it to turn your career around 180 degrees, I mean THAT'S a given." Danny muses in exaggerated contemplation. "Well, Of COURSE I'm drunk sweetheart! Or I will be soon enough, That WAS the whole point of this little 'planning party', wasn't it?" Danny asks sweetly. The singer flaps his hand dismissively. "I ain't drivin'. Driving. It's either a cab or I'll flop here. I have gig bags ready to go. I'll just need to grab one, and Frankentaur, and maybe a shower, and I'll be good to go!" He beams happily.
Danny LOOKS at Sal when she says she agrees with everything he just said. "OK. WHO Are you? And what have you done with Sal?!?" He stage-whispers in mock-terror. Danny sputters and almost drops his glass at the mention of C-4. "SERIOUSLY?!? And you're worried about giving ME a loaded 'toy'?!?" He asks aghast. (Honestly, at this point you can't tell if he's A) drunk, B) pulling your leg, C) Truly frightened, or D) All the above.) "Bullet proof vest is a good thought. You want to know a BETTER thought? CLAW-PROOF armor. Like, A full-suit of Medieval Plate-mail! Or, Ooooo,... Better yet, the HULKBUSTER armor. Yeah, I could totally wear that. I'd ROCK that suit!" Danny goes from serious to grinning in 0.01 seconds.
"I don't know what else you might need to be 'prepared' Kenneth, but I wouldn't toss those water-breathing potions JUST yet. I don't know if they live IN water, or just near it. But If these guys run to water, we may need to be able to follow them. At least they won't expect us to be able to follow them. Worse case, we can at least take them by surprise that way?"
"Yeah, I could scan the crowd with my Sight, I wouldn't want to do that for TOO long. But for if they ARE disguised as normals, that will (probably) be the easiest way to spot them." "Once you get close, it's a lot easier to spot'em I reckon. Just follow the smell of Fish-sticks! Or,... you know, just follow the smell of that boat-house. SHEESH!"
"Oh. OH,.... Well,... i DO love a good prank!" Danny says with a lopsided grin. "And if I can prank the police, AND help them at the same time? BONUS POINTS!" He snickers. "Yeah, the ones at the park were Fish-sticks. But that photo was of a military group. We cant discount the possibility that they hired extra guns for whatever they're planning. Whether the hired guns know who they're really working for or not,... doesn't really matter, I guess. Still bozos with guns that we do NOT need around to complicate things."
Danny nods at Edwyn, pointing at Kenneth. "What HE said. People get involved with the 'spooky-side' ALL the time. You didn't think that ALL of those 'missing persons' & back-alley murder cases were the work of random muggings or child traffickers did you?" Danny grins. "NEVER underestimate the ability of people to ignore what is right in front of them. Especially if it's out of their comfort zone. There are people who ENJOY scary movies. They LIKE to be scared. But if they thought for more than a moment that ALL of that stuff they saw on screen were real? They'd check themselves into the nearest looney bin!" Danny shrugs. "Easier than dealing with the fact that 'Things That Go Bump In The Night' are real. And they are both bigger, and scarier, than any movie."
Danny hops off of his perch where had gotten 'comfortable'. (As comfy as one can get sitting on wooden stands and kegs in a cellar). "Oh, yeah. Right. RIGHT! The same file that gave the time they were hitting the monks as midnight tomorrow night?!" "Maybe,... maybe we can do more than just warn the Monks. Might be able to mess up their plans too?" Danny says with a grin. "Thinkaboutit! These guys are gonna be armed to the teeth, likely. Aren't the laws on THIS side of the pond considerably more, strict, than America about guns? A simple anonymous phone call to the authorities, and these guys could find themselves behind bars faster than you can say 'Next Rounds on Me!'. It wont stop whats happening, but if we can take out the human, military-type support, that should help the monks, and us, a lot. Yes?" Danny gestures to Sal with his glass,
Danny shrugs,
"Of course, the monks at the park did jump in to fight the attack. But they may not have realized what they were fighting. At first glance they DO look like 'people. I mean, big, fishy-smelling, very STRONG people, but ,... people." Danny shrugs again. "Safe bet, just walk up, ask for a tour, and,... truthfully, say that we have a message from Fothergill for his friend. Seems to me that's the best bet for getting to talk to someone likely clued ALL the way in with the least time spent."
Danny salutes with his glass and joins in mutual sip-taking. "Family is the best. AND the worst. They hurt you the most because they know where to push the buttons." Danny says sagely. "But there's the family you're born with, and then there's the family you choose. To family. AND to not having to save the bloody world EVERY month or so! Otherworldy inspiration or not!" He adds with a snarky grin.
Danny looks at Sal, and at Edwyn. He throws Ken a questioning glance and opens his mouth,... But, in a rare moment of common sense, he puts his glass in it instead of his foot, and takes another sip.
"Well, I know more about the Fae than the Fomor. If your just going for 'weird' factor, they're about average on the list. Strong bullies with gills on the necks. If your going for dangerous,... I'd put them equal with Vamps. At least. They have a lot of strengths, no famous weaknesses that we know of like a Vamp does, and from what I've heard, are operating at a level equal to government agencies that don't exist. So yeah,... I'd for sure rate them a NOT GOOD on the Bad-O-Meter"
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