...Yeah. I wondered about that too. It's part of why I wasn't confident in whatever you guys were doing. If Lady Lies has him, she could be feeding us false information... it seems kind of weird to me for them to be in literally the only place we would recognize.
On the other hand, Circus Girl did use his house without him knowing once, so I guess it could happen again.
It'd have to be a carefully crafted illusion then. I know I certainly would recognize that kitchen if I ever saw it again. So I doubt Hurricane was making a mistake.
Distracting Azzy from interfering with her? Keeping us away from wherever the angel actually is? Or, maybe there is actually something else in that house that's valuable.
[He's moving to put most of it away - to his lab presumably. One set of notes he leaves on the cube table. Those are probably the ones he is taking to King]
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On the other hand, Circus Girl did use his house without him knowing once, so I guess it could happen again.
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What do you think she gets out of us trying to break into the House of Mirth?
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Like say - part of their production contract.
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And it seems that another group in Hell managed to talk to an actual fallen angel. Not one converted to a demon.
But having to pin down the right source to talk to for that has been a nightmare.
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I'm having someone closer to that person talk to them first.
But still---
It's been over 48 hours since I got back. It shouldn't take this long.
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But I also advised by many to stop being the bottleneck for information. So.
This system needs to learn to stand on it's own. If it's to work, I can't micromanage every aspect of it.
[Even if it kills him not to]
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It will be a good test to see when and if the information gets to you, then.
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[without any inflection whatsoever]
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And laughs and laughs and laughs---
As he stands up and starts to pack up the rest of the remains of the meeting]
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He turns to look at her, one eyebrow raising]
Yes?
What is it?
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