Out of the Frying Pan (CLOSED)

[divinerighttorule]

"Scotland Yard continues to search for Ellis Harvey, the seventeen-year-old wanted for questioning regarding the three fires in the Havering borough. The young man was last seen on August 4th, according to his mother. He is likely driving a 2005 blue Audi RS4. He is believed to be armed and dangerous."

"The Night Council seeks to bring Ellis Harvey, a suspected metahuman, to justice for the arson of three buildings in the Havering borough. Citizens are advised to contact Guardians if Ellis is spotted. He is rumoured to have powers connected to fire, which include being able to summon it at will, hot enough to burn blue."

Two reports, ultimately very similar. If Harvey was found by Scotland Yard, there could be no doubt that it would be officers who were also involved with the Night Council. They had their ways, after all.

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[warmheartedly]

"A few," she says, seeing no point in dancing around the subject. "I admit that he's not one you can call one with control of their powers.

"Which is why we're going to help him." She doesn't stress the word but the 'we' definitely hints to not only her but the Redbright school itself. As this is actual official business since she and a few others are involved in this. "By taking him in and smoothing things out soon as possible so he can get the help he needs."

Without any interruptions.

[divinerighttorule]

"Of course he can't control is powers. That hot of flame with poor control... Well. You've seen what's happened so far."

So, she smiles. After all, she knows she has the upper hand, and she knows the ghost has no idea. But an agreement is an agreement. And she considers it binding.

"Choose carefully. Who matters more: you or him? Because you owe me a favor, and I want to know where he is. Refuse me, and, well. I get a meal of a ghost tonight."

[warmheartedly]

Clara freezes at the threat. Before, she could have feigned genuine ignorance of that threat and scoffed at the notion of someone trying to eat her.

Now? Not so much as she… just stands there, too frightened to move but not frightened enough to be able to teleport away and hide. Not much it would have helped her. What would stop Akane from hunting her down?

"He's in Redbright territory," Clara said, trying one last time to dissuade the fae from harming the poor boy. "It's an acknowledged safe zone. When I report this to the Council and the school and they find out you so much as harm a hair on Ellis, they'll--"

Do something?

[divinerighttorule]

"Oh, yes. So safe."

She sounded almost ready to laugh.

"I'll only repeat myself once more: your life or his. Tell me where he is. As much as you know. Or I'll have no reason to have not let that medium have you."

[warmheartedly]

Clara isn't an idiot. She knows when to stand her ground and she knows when she won't make a real difference with being a stubborn fool.

Especially if it may cost her life in the process.

Looking angry but impotent at the face of the threat of getting hurt, she angrily spits out the address of the abandoned warehouse located in Richmond. Along with a few choice words in Tagalog too, if only out of the need to feel just her anger and not her shame for being able to really do anything.

[divinerighttorule]

"Good girl."

Which she can say. Because no matter how old this ghost is, she's older. Even if she looks young. There's an ancient dragon behind the girl exterior.

"Now, my advice? Stay out of it now."

[warmheartedly]

The most Clara can do is spit out one more phrase at her, harsh and bitter, before she suddenly vanishes from sight. Whether out of deliberate intent or her emotions overwhelmed her is hard to say.

What's for certain though is this: Wherever she's going, it'll most likely not be at the warehouse.