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[hider=Mood Music][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0Jyvteqzrw[/youtube][/hider][/center][right][h1][color=C67C12]Leon[/color][/h1][/right][right][sub][hr][color=C67C12]Mentions: [color=7ABBFF]Layla Hyacinthus,[/color] [color=ffffff]Daisy Hunter,[/color] [color=f4eb93]Britney Williams[/color] |[/color] [color=C67C12]Direct Dialogue: [color=789caa]Amara King/[@Blizz][/color] |[/color] [color=C67C12]Location:[/color] The Eleventh Path [/sub][/right][hr]
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Having arrived late, Leon took a noteworthy position somewhat behind Layla. Listening to the group talk about the situation, he was more eager to prove to the group that he wasn't the same guy he used to be. Ten years prior, he'd have been in the foreground pushing for his plan: Full physical infiltration through magic means. Getting under the island with the use of magic, submarinal traversal followed by digging through one means or another up under the facility. Anything was possible with strong enough magic... But he wasn't here for that. 
[i]Sycamore's failure didn't mean the end.[/i] He wasn't so concerned with how others were going to deal with what was coming.

[quote=Amara][color=789caa]”Any way you could use your mob connections to get some ammo fast enough for this?”[/color][/quote]

Hearing this, Leon chuckled to himself. Having a good sniff of the room before he fully settled in gave him a clear picture of who was and wasn't present, and he figured he knew why Greyson wasn't there.
[color=C67C12]"Britney's here, Amara... We're trying to reduce the chaos of these meetings by having less people, remember? Besides, you should be asking [i]me[/i] about ammo. He'd tell you himself that the Temple produces quality ammunition: We supply half the Western Seaboard's "religious" institutions with good shit. If it's for Sycamore, as much as you all may not want the help, the Temple of Charming and Graceful Individuals is willing and able to provide. Physical arms and armaments, Lux boosters, healing salves, the list goes on."[/color]
He would always do his best to be helpful, of course... Despite some recent tension and problems with certain individuals, Leon was certainly dedicated to the ideal of the Sycamore. It was an ideal that people had fought and died for, and he never wanted that to be wasted.

[color=C67C12]"Whatever you guys want from me personally, I'm happy to do it: But, I only ask that you keep in mind I may not fully be in control of myself by the end of this. If the worst happens, stay clear of the big, grey and gold wolf-thing... And call my folks, I guess. Worst comes to worst, it's an island I can stay isolated on until I'm dead, or I can be put out."[/color]
He was thinking about all the nasty, horrifying entities and concoctions that the Temple had pilfered from Sonnenrad corpses. If the group were willing to take more help, he imagined things would be far easier than what they had in mind currently; but was it worth it? Releasing all that evil? For what, one big push against a group of people who they weren't even sure of the capability of? No, it was his own special mental gymnastic routine. It was all about trying to get things under his own control.

[color=a36209][i]Oh, my Sweet... You'll never be in control again! The vile collar is gone... Feed me, however, and I will [b]let you pretend[/b].[/i][/color]
Daisy... The Bind of Mont Ferrad. Lelou's Adjoining was wholly against her will, thus the process of keeping her bound was based on the magic found at the temple on the peak of Mont Ferrad, where an ancient werewolf den was found to contain remnants of Lelou's first kingdom from thousands of years ago. He knew the story of Guillome Richoux, and the Hunts on behalf of the Sun King. Knew about how Lelou's descendents had been tracked and slaughtered in that mountaintop cave, and about the secrets of binding Man and Beast.

It's why they were together now. An enticing host, and the last Bind of Mont Ferrad... But nobody to hold the leash. Daisy was gone, the artifact was gone... It'd take time to attune it to someone else, and even then, he wasn't sure who it could be. Who he could trust to have the kind of steady mentality and collected thoughts of Daisy Hunter. He missed her.
[color=a36209][i]Miss!? You miss prancing about like a dog with your fucking collar and a little bell? Tame fuck... I should rip you in half from the inside: If I see that collar ever again, I'll have your head Leon Richoux...[/i][/color]
He sighed, trying his best to keep those around him tuned into his head so he wouldn't miss what they were saying.