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Anya raised her hand to receive the vision, although she trusted the information from the moment Greyson confirmed it. An act, a play just like half the things she did. Her lips pulled into a thin line at his jokes, eyes rolling, but the images proved that what was said was trustworthy. Blake Schmidt’s face, committed to memory… a shame she couldn’t just use that to get into his dreams. And Kari’s notes? Incredibly impressive. No wonder she was so in demand.

[color=9966CC]”I can easily get into Schmidt’s head- and his dreams. It’s the lowest risk solution. As Greyson says, keeps us out of 8th Street’s radar, and anyone else’s. Nobody else can come into the dreams. And then, when he’s convinced, we’ll be able to get her notes back [i]for the coven.[/i]”[/color] Anya’s gaze turned to Ken, smiling again. [color=9966CC]”Do [i]not[/i] lump me in with those that would sell them for profit, Kenshiro. The notes would stay within the coven, be used for the coven, and then you can be the one to retain them.”[/color]

Of course, she would have to meet Schmidt first. But she had an idea of who to ask… After all, rich people all walked in the same circles.

Her smile turned more genuine when Sloane finally arrived, glancing over at the Chrysalis Staff. A busy weekend indeed. They would need to catch up later, if there was the chance. [color=9966CC]”Correct assessment. Derailed before it even began.”[/color]

As Tayla said that she’d seen Luna’s mind - something Anya was sure she couldn’t do previously - Anya raised an eyebrow. It made sense she’d gone further with her Pink Lux. As Tayla spoke, Anya nipped any errant thoughts she may be having in the buzz. Her mind was coated in a light layer of static buzzing - simple pink lux covering up and making it more difficult for anyone to listen.

A precaution in case any stray thoughts couldn’t be kept away. 

Anya let out a quiet laugh at Sloane’s comment, whispering back, [color=9966CC]”I would rather untrustworthiness I can account for than incompetence I cannot predict.”[/color] 

Another quiet laugh at Sloane’s final comment, Anya’s gaze moving to Sully. Of course, incompetence at its finest. It was a shame he was one of the few that could use the Chalice. Really, they could find someone better on the street to replace him. [color=9966CC]”No, Sullivan, we weren’t discussing the dream - and the book that you’re definitely [i]not[/i] supposed to have. But we should.”[/color] 

Anya raised her voice, taking on a tone much like a leader’s. 

[color=9966CC]”As I see it, there are multiple things at play here. [i]Immediate[/i] things. First, retrieving Kari’s notes from Blake Schmidt. In the preliminary stages, I’ll take care of this, as Greyson suggested.”[/color] With Jack backing her doing this, it was unlikely anyone would argue against it. Thankfully. She would be much more limited with others' involvement - she couldn’t bring them into dreams. [color=9966CC]”Second, 8th Street. They may be reporting to him, they may just attack us because of a grudge. Either way, they’re dangerous. We have to be prepared as a group. Some of us aren’t fighters, unfortunately. Perhaps we need something in place to ensure everyone’s safety. The alliance with Greenwood will help greatly with this. But…”[/color] 

She glanced around the room, eyebrows furrowing. [color=9966CC]”Some of our ‘front lines’ members aren’t even here for this discussion. Amara, Stormy, Britney, Linqian, Aryin, Drake… It will be rather difficult without them. Hopefully just late, rather than…”[/color] 

She trailed off, grimacing as she didn’t finish the sentence, subtly glancing at Greyson. It would be a shame if it turned out Britney had fallen victim to Father Wolf on the way to the meeting… She was an asset. But she also made him weak. Her eyes continued, falling back on Sully.

[color=9966CC]”Third, the dreams. I don’t think we should dismiss or ignore them. They’re clearly important. It’s not a coincidence we’re dreaming of a book written by a man who worshipped the Stygian Snake. Whoever showed us that dream said it themselves - we need to find and seal the Pale Horse and the High Priestess. To do that, we need to look into Raven Jones.”[/color] She held up a hand, three fingers held up. [color=9966CC]”As a third priority.”[/color]
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Luca didn’t bother raising his hand - he didn’t trust Luna, but he believed her information. It would fit what Jacqueline and Miranda had told him. 

But nobody seemed to understand how dangerous 8th Street could be - even after what had happened. But Luca knew what 8th Street was like. He’d been part of them, worked with them. Emily wouldn’t back down when she had a goal and everyone else, save a few, would just follow.

[color=6B8E23]”I-”[/color]

Before Luca could say anything, Sully burst in… comically kitted out with water pistols strapped to his chest. He didn’t even need to ask, Sully already pinpointing him and shooting the healing elixir at him. Luca had to bend his knees a little bit to catch it in his mouth, but it was a routine they’d perfected ten years ago. The skill hadn’t left either of them.

It’d be needed. The elixir started to work his magic. Luca felt his broken ribs repairing, snapping back into place with a crunch that would be audible to anyone nearby, and the intense pain in his knees vanished. As good as new. Well, as good as he ever could be. 

[color=6B8E23]”Hey, Sully! Thanks!”[/color] Luca grinned, flashing him a thumbs up. He figured he might as well give him a quick explanation… [color=6B8E23]”We weren’t talking about the dreams… Tsukino told us where Kari’s notes are. Blake Schmidt has them.”[/color]

He then turned to the rest of the group, rubbing the back of his neck. [color=6B8E23]”Jack’s right about 8th Street possibly attacking us. We really can’t underestimate them. It’s not just Emily and Vashti that we need to worry about. George, Carol, Greta we all know… But all of their members are strong. They’ve worked together for years. We haven’t. Emily knows what most of us can do, but only some of us know what they can do.”[/color]

He waved a hand. [color=6B8E23]”Not to be negative! But we shouldn’t dismiss them. There is the possibility of negotiating… with some of them. But not with Emily.”[/color]