A Conversation After Hours
Rplog-icon Who: Kilroy Capital Conneticut
The New York Stock Exchange, Mystique
Where: The New York Stock Exchange.
When: 2014.07.24
Tone: Gritty
What: Kilroy attempts to warn the Stock Exchange about Mystique's plan of attack, and is rebuffed.


"Hello?" Kilroy slipped down from one of the quarters near the Stock Exchange. Not EVERY spirit of the Gold was awakened enough to speak to, but here in the nexus of the heart of capitalism? This one sure was. He could feel the power of the place. "Mr. Stock Exchange?"

"Cursed One. Surge Bringer. Surge Bearer." It moans and slowly a pair of two ephemeral heads manifested themselves, a bear and a bull, speaking in unison hovering above the desks, golden eyes flickering, "What do you want? Why are you not seeking the artifact?"

"I am. I know where it is. I've got people dealing with that. I want to speak to you about something else." He put his hand behind his head and idly kicked a small waste bin full of paper tabs.

"You have no respect. Your father had respect. Your grandfather gained the respect of the Economy just by being. You are nothing. Speak your peace and go mortal."

"Someone is threatening you. Externally. I wanted you to be alert."

"I'm a spirit. Better villains have tried to destroy us and failed. We are hundreds of years old. Scamper along little priest and find the coin. You have better things to do."

"Look, this is a serious threat."

The horns of the bull came close to Kilroy's chest, "He received our invocation to be a hero. You have not. You will not. Go away Kilroy."

And with that the two sparkled and fizzled out.

He didn't want to think about the coin....but it wasn't going to solve itself. He sighed and left the building.

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