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Jan. 21st, 2010 01:11 amTo say business was booming in a business such as his would be a rather depressing way to go about it, and so Gabriel preferred not to think of it in quite those terms. Rather, things had been getting busier, but in a complicated sort of way. Behind a desk still despite being mostly healed, he noticed a lot more trends in the paperwork that ran through the office. More government raids of known vampire establishments. Rumors of alliances forming between clans that previously hated each other. Increasing cases of demonic possession - something only the religious groups were legally equipped to deal with, but worrisome nonetheless. And that didn't scratch the surface of what was piling up on his plate just now.
There was the worried, rambling e-mail from Montague - he had printed that and set it aside, having read it twice, but he still wasn't sure if it was within his rights to deal with, so to speak. What happened between Brisbane and Harvestman was, frankly, their business and he'd be damned if he wanted to hear details. If Harvestman was going to do something stupid, he was going to face the consequences. It was a repetitive cycle. Yet something about the incident on the college campus had deeply disturbed the young Demonologist, and Gabriel had to admit something about it didn't feel right. He wrote down a name - Leander Tseng - on the print-out, and circled it twice, but that was as far as he had gotten.
Then there was the increasing pressure from the Vatican to hand Tatiana over. It was only the American government's reluctance to release such a valuable resource - unproven possibilities about her nature aside - that allowed Brisbane to remain in custody of the girl. That and Meireya's solid record as a warder despite her independence from the government's rigidly controlled magic users. But both sides were wearing down on the older man - the Catholics, in the interest of providing better protection for and from, and the feds, in the argument of stricter control - and almost everyone working directly with Brisbane could tell.
There were also the dreams, of dancing fire and twisting shadows. He had taken to sleeping aids, but they didn't help. He was reluctant to approach a psychologist about it for numerous reasons, one being his inhuman nature and another in that someone would notice. He wasn't sure he could afford the attention.
He set another file down, and picked up his phone.
There was the worried, rambling e-mail from Montague - he had printed that and set it aside, having read it twice, but he still wasn't sure if it was within his rights to deal with, so to speak. What happened between Brisbane and Harvestman was, frankly, their business and he'd be damned if he wanted to hear details. If Harvestman was going to do something stupid, he was going to face the consequences. It was a repetitive cycle. Yet something about the incident on the college campus had deeply disturbed the young Demonologist, and Gabriel had to admit something about it didn't feel right. He wrote down a name - Leander Tseng - on the print-out, and circled it twice, but that was as far as he had gotten.
Then there was the increasing pressure from the Vatican to hand Tatiana over. It was only the American government's reluctance to release such a valuable resource - unproven possibilities about her nature aside - that allowed Brisbane to remain in custody of the girl. That and Meireya's solid record as a warder despite her independence from the government's rigidly controlled magic users. But both sides were wearing down on the older man - the Catholics, in the interest of providing better protection for and from, and the feds, in the argument of stricter control - and almost everyone working directly with Brisbane could tell.
There were also the dreams, of dancing fire and twisting shadows. He had taken to sleeping aids, but they didn't help. He was reluctant to approach a psychologist about it for numerous reasons, one being his inhuman nature and another in that someone would notice. He wasn't sure he could afford the attention.
He set another file down, and picked up his phone.
