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Fenrisulfr - Doug and Manuel
Doug heads over to the mansion to warn Manuel about the attacks on the Asgard abductees. Manuel doesn't think much of Doug's plan, so he tries to invite himself along. Doug does his best to be tactful while saying 'no'.
He was mindful of when someone was looking for him. Mindful and very aware as determination had that way of actually bringing out a lesser series of emotions the way water ran under a bridge - an analogy that he was becoming fond of as of late. In other circumstances, the bridge always collapsed before anything could be accomplished. In this scenario, he was not entirely positive it was _he_ that was being sought out through emotions. Rather, it was the set of eyes that were fixed on his when they found him and he closed his book, a hand flattening over the smooth surface of the cover before regarding Doug. The library was very quiet today.
"Yes?" Not a hug and a kiss, but a faint greeting with a condescending tone was what he figure Doug expected, which was why he followed up with a smile. A tolerant smile, but still, a smile of genuine welcoming by his terms.
The condescension rankled slightly, but it was what Doug expected, deep down, and the two mens' preconceptions of each other locked them firmly in their patterns of behavior around each other. Doug abruptly felt like he was back in his first few years at the mansion, as if the intervening time, with Manuel comatose and Doug taking his job at Snow Valley, had not occurred. The smile helped ease things, though, as Doug reacted to its sincerity. "Manuel. Como estas?" he asked in a Castillian accent he had learned from being around Manuel.
"Muy bien," he replied, drumming hs fingers once across his book. A moment of silence passed before Manuel took a deep breath and set the book aside. "This is not a social call, is it?" he asked.
It was no real surprise that Manuel could read the tone of the conversation from Doug's emotional state. "Sadly, no," he said. "There is a threat, one that I felt you should be aware of. Someone has been targeting the people who went to Asgard a few years ago."
"I see," he replied carefully. Doug's state of emotion was leaking into him. His gaze leveled with Doug's and held it, waiting for the rest.
"They...well, they started out incompetent, because they targeted people who only bore a superficial resemblance to those of us who were in Asgard. Similar names, similar interests, and so forth. But they've been getting smarter. The attack on Muir the other day, and Shiro was attacked." Doug grimaced. "Slowly but surely, they're zeroing in."
A chill raised goose bumps on his arms. "Do we know who is doing this?" he asked, his brow casting a shadow over his eyes. "What is being done about it?" _Nothing_ of course.
"We have only the most basic of ideas. They appear to have some sort of connection to the Asatru religion. But we think it's some sort of cult rather than mainstream." He shrugged. "Well, as mainstream as Asatru gets, anyway, given their connection to white supremacy groups and such. As for their aims," he said, anticipating a followup question, "we're not really sure. That's why a few of us are going to Norway. That's where most of the trails seem to lead."
"Who is going to Norway?" He didn't believe going to Norway would prove anything, except who these people were and what they wanted. He doubted they would stop what their doing, apologize and promise never to do it again.
"Myself, Marie-Ange...and Amanda." Doug had hoped to gloss that bit over, but he hadn't had much faith in it actually happening. "For right now, just research, see what we can dig up. But eventually we're going to track them down, talk to them, and...ahem...'persuade' them to leave off. Preferably with a few contusions and broken bones thrown into the bargain before they got sent to prison for a long time."
"The three musketeers. Perhaps you will be honored at the King's dinner when you return." He could barely keep the annoyance from his tone let alone, from his expression. "The three of you. Really." He ran a hand over his jaw, resigning to disbelief. "I expected more to accompany you and because of that, I will come myself."
Doug looked pointedly at where Manuel's cane was hooked against the table. Manuel had his pride, so he couldn't exactly come out and say 'we can't take you, you'd be a liability', but that was definitely where things were headed. Along with a healthy dose of how awkward it would be for Manuel and Amanda to be in the same room, much less the transatlantic airplane flight. Manuel honestly seemed to have turned a corner from what little Doug had seen on the journals, but that didn't magically make the awkwardness go away.
"If you continue to stare at it, it may telekentically connect with your jaw," he said drily. He could see Doug was trying to spare him the embarressment. "I do not need your pity," he said curtly. "This is not about pride. The three of you waltzing into Norway is not a well thought out course of action."
"It is not pity," Doug said truthfully. "And you think walking into a potential conversation when standing for a decent amount of time still tires you out is a better idea?" he continued with a raised eyebrow. "Between the three of us, we have a skillset that lends itself towards finding these people. And if it looks bigger than we can handle, that's what international-capable Blackberries and teleporters are for."
He ignored the truth of his physical faults. "I doubt the world will be put on hold for one of you to call for help. Be it out of my character to be concerned for your well being, however, you need to reevaluate how you are proceeding with this."
"It's primarily a research trip at this point," Doug replied. This wasn't entirely working. Perhaps he might try a different tack, giving Manuel a sop to his wounded ego. "Besides, I'd prefer to have someone here who knows what's going on, has experience with this whole thing, and can keep his head. Shiro...can be a bit of a hothead sometimes," he noted, wryly understating. 'brb nuking Sweden' indeed.
Well. Who could argue with that, he thought drily to himself. He could see what Doug was doing here and Manuel was sure he would have told Doug where to shove it if not for the carefully worded excuses. "Have a nice trip."
He was mindful of when someone was looking for him. Mindful and very aware as determination had that way of actually bringing out a lesser series of emotions the way water ran under a bridge - an analogy that he was becoming fond of as of late. In other circumstances, the bridge always collapsed before anything could be accomplished. In this scenario, he was not entirely positive it was _he_ that was being sought out through emotions. Rather, it was the set of eyes that were fixed on his when they found him and he closed his book, a hand flattening over the smooth surface of the cover before regarding Doug. The library was very quiet today.
"Yes?" Not a hug and a kiss, but a faint greeting with a condescending tone was what he figure Doug expected, which was why he followed up with a smile. A tolerant smile, but still, a smile of genuine welcoming by his terms.
The condescension rankled slightly, but it was what Doug expected, deep down, and the two mens' preconceptions of each other locked them firmly in their patterns of behavior around each other. Doug abruptly felt like he was back in his first few years at the mansion, as if the intervening time, with Manuel comatose and Doug taking his job at Snow Valley, had not occurred. The smile helped ease things, though, as Doug reacted to its sincerity. "Manuel. Como estas?" he asked in a Castillian accent he had learned from being around Manuel.
"Muy bien," he replied, drumming hs fingers once across his book. A moment of silence passed before Manuel took a deep breath and set the book aside. "This is not a social call, is it?" he asked.
It was no real surprise that Manuel could read the tone of the conversation from Doug's emotional state. "Sadly, no," he said. "There is a threat, one that I felt you should be aware of. Someone has been targeting the people who went to Asgard a few years ago."
"I see," he replied carefully. Doug's state of emotion was leaking into him. His gaze leveled with Doug's and held it, waiting for the rest.
"They...well, they started out incompetent, because they targeted people who only bore a superficial resemblance to those of us who were in Asgard. Similar names, similar interests, and so forth. But they've been getting smarter. The attack on Muir the other day, and Shiro was attacked." Doug grimaced. "Slowly but surely, they're zeroing in."
A chill raised goose bumps on his arms. "Do we know who is doing this?" he asked, his brow casting a shadow over his eyes. "What is being done about it?" _Nothing_ of course.
"We have only the most basic of ideas. They appear to have some sort of connection to the Asatru religion. But we think it's some sort of cult rather than mainstream." He shrugged. "Well, as mainstream as Asatru gets, anyway, given their connection to white supremacy groups and such. As for their aims," he said, anticipating a followup question, "we're not really sure. That's why a few of us are going to Norway. That's where most of the trails seem to lead."
"Who is going to Norway?" He didn't believe going to Norway would prove anything, except who these people were and what they wanted. He doubted they would stop what their doing, apologize and promise never to do it again.
"Myself, Marie-Ange...and Amanda." Doug had hoped to gloss that bit over, but he hadn't had much faith in it actually happening. "For right now, just research, see what we can dig up. But eventually we're going to track them down, talk to them, and...ahem...'persuade' them to leave off. Preferably with a few contusions and broken bones thrown into the bargain before they got sent to prison for a long time."
"The three musketeers. Perhaps you will be honored at the King's dinner when you return." He could barely keep the annoyance from his tone let alone, from his expression. "The three of you. Really." He ran a hand over his jaw, resigning to disbelief. "I expected more to accompany you and because of that, I will come myself."
Doug looked pointedly at where Manuel's cane was hooked against the table. Manuel had his pride, so he couldn't exactly come out and say 'we can't take you, you'd be a liability', but that was definitely where things were headed. Along with a healthy dose of how awkward it would be for Manuel and Amanda to be in the same room, much less the transatlantic airplane flight. Manuel honestly seemed to have turned a corner from what little Doug had seen on the journals, but that didn't magically make the awkwardness go away.
"If you continue to stare at it, it may telekentically connect with your jaw," he said drily. He could see Doug was trying to spare him the embarressment. "I do not need your pity," he said curtly. "This is not about pride. The three of you waltzing into Norway is not a well thought out course of action."
"It is not pity," Doug said truthfully. "And you think walking into a potential conversation when standing for a decent amount of time still tires you out is a better idea?" he continued with a raised eyebrow. "Between the three of us, we have a skillset that lends itself towards finding these people. And if it looks bigger than we can handle, that's what international-capable Blackberries and teleporters are for."
He ignored the truth of his physical faults. "I doubt the world will be put on hold for one of you to call for help. Be it out of my character to be concerned for your well being, however, you need to reevaluate how you are proceeding with this."
"It's primarily a research trip at this point," Doug replied. This wasn't entirely working. Perhaps he might try a different tack, giving Manuel a sop to his wounded ego. "Besides, I'd prefer to have someone here who knows what's going on, has experience with this whole thing, and can keep his head. Shiro...can be a bit of a hothead sometimes," he noted, wryly understating. 'brb nuking Sweden' indeed.
Well. Who could argue with that, he thought drily to himself. He could see what Doug was doing here and Manuel was sure he would have told Doug where to shove it if not for the carefully worded excuses. "Have a nice trip."