Will post up (probably) a Scholar shortly.
Jibreel, the Scholar
Jibreel. Just Jibreel.
• Who are you?
Six years now. Six years of hustling to get where I'm at. Six years since the Grail ran me out of Montréal, those leech bastards. But Van city's a wizard town, so I thought it would be different. It's worse.
• How long have you been in the city?
I was hunting something for a client, an ostensibly mundane video game cartridge for an ostensibly mundane client. Some short run, 1980s oddity, a blip in media history. Recalled, ostensibly again, for heavy metals in the plastic casing. Disposed of. One of those "buried in the desert" type embarrassments. Money I was being paid, I was happy to fly out to whatever southwest toxic waste dump shithole that bit of tat ended up in, spade in hand, and dig one out.
• What arcane mystery brought you to the business?
Thing is, no one knew which southwest toxic waste dump shithole it ended up in. But I'm good at what I do. And I found a cart. After a long time, I did.
Have you ever heard of a game called "White Chapel"? No one has outside of obsessives. All the American releases have been destroyed. But I found one of the original Japanese carts, one that slipped through the recall. Even though some very serious people did the recalling. "Howaitochaperu."
That game killed my client, killed his whole family.
After that people came looking for me. Not because I had inadvertently gotten my client killed. Who gives a poo poo, right? No, they came looking for me because I had found a copy of Howaitochaperu, when no one else could. They had things that they wanted me to find for them. And the more I investigated these things, the more I found that I wanted some of these things for myself.
I found that there was a whole other world beneath the one I thought I had known. And there was far more power up for grabs than I could pass up.
It offers me a seat at the table. This world, the real world, is run by monsters and to keep up, you need power. The things I keep close, they give me power. The things I know, they make me valuable and in turn that gives me power. But unlike the monsters and the wizards, it's power I earned, power I hustled for and took.
• What habits or comforts does your trade offer you?
I'm in someone's crosshairs. It's one of those things you can feel, like the pricking of your thumbs. I think that whoever made Howaitochaperu is still around, and I think that by finding that game, by feeding it fresh blood all those years ago, I've gotten their attention. And I don't like that.
• What do you desperately need?
This is a mean business, a knife-edge trade. I need to be careful about who I rip off- the Book Club has power in Van because we stand more or less together. if we fracture,
• What do you fear will happen if you give into corruption?
then we're just a collection of obsessive weirdos. We need to balance our greed with our need for each other.
And then there's the relics. The things we trade in are usually baptized in blood, and that blood can get on your hands, gloves or no. Am I going to end up as part of someone else's collection at some point, as blood on the knife that killed me or some mad ghoul guarding a hoard of garbage in the sewers?
Wizards. The Grail runs Montréal. Everyone knows that, it's the way it's always been. They know how business works, how a city works. They're not human, they don't pretend to be. But the wizards here, the Council of Twelve? They're the most puffed-up, preening sons of bitches ever exist. They don't understand business. They've been blinded by their power. They pretend they're human, like us, but they're not. They have power they were born with, and they use that to look down their noses at us. At me. At someone with the kind of power I have, at my people, the Book Club. We're treated like the help, while they swing their hereditary power around.
• Do you want a big change in Vancouver, and if so what change do you want to have happen?
Do I want change? I certainly do. I'd like to see the Council driven into the sea, to laugh while their towers fall.
Vulpes Vulpes fucked around with this message at Jun 20, 2017 around 20:18
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Hows it like having a target on your back. What have you sacrificed to keep your safety?
"What's it like? It sucks, that's what it's like. I'm no psychic, but I've got that feeling, all the time, like someone's watching me. For all I know, they are watching me. I don't know who it is, but I know that they don't want anything good for me. I've been paying out like crazy for divinations- oracles, psychics, card-palm-tea-leaf readers, trying to get out ahead of this thing, whatever it is. It's cost me a lot of peace of mind, a lot of sleepless nights. I've been trading for anything to occlude me from that attention, wardings, whatever.
It's driving me crazy. And maybe that's what they want."
Hows your family doing back in Montreal. They miss you at all?
"They're fine. And so long as I stay away from Montréal they'll stay that way. The Grail made that pretty clear. Thanks for asking, I love talking about that poo poo."
Sounds like you don't have any friends but those in the streets know that is false. Name that one friend that always has your back and why they have your back.
"Listen, I'm a social creature. I get out there, I make deals. I do business. Do I have friends? Sure, as much as anyone else. Do I have acquaintances, business connections, that kind of thing? In spades.Thing is, to survive in this world, you need value. My business network, my knowledge, my assets, my connections, all these things give me value. Are all these people friends? Sure, we call each other friends, but it's not really that, not like friends on TV. And do you know why?
Because we're not children.
But then there's Ballard. I helped Ballard pro bono one time, not because there was a percentage in it for me, but mainly because it didn't cost me anything and I was feeling generous. Which I do once in a while. She was looking to defect from the Smoke Court to the Court of Shears and I was able to make an introduction. She swore an oath that she would be my boon companion ever after, and I said yeah, sure, whatever, but the thing is she took it seriously. And so she became my friend, and after a while, I became her friend too. Since then, we've always looked out for one another. It's certainly useful to have an in with the Otherworldly contingent in Vancouver, but it's not just that. It's good to just have a friend that you don't want something from, I suppose.
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