Sympathy for the Devil

[Rezantis]

Great.

"Hello Caber," Nathan says, fingering his bow while staring at the pair bleakly, "What do you want?"

[Brian]

"Well, to know where you're going," the not-Phil says, shifting slightly, showing his hands slowly.  The nurse offers a vapid smile.  "Once that became obvious...."  He trails off, then frowns.

"This is very difficult for me," he says.  "I hope you respect that."

[Dracos]

"I'm afraid I miss the greater subtlety in the necessary hardship of copying me for excessively long periods of time or in the hardship of trailing us.  Perhaps as in any good exchange, something for either side," Dracos folded his arms over his chest considering.

~Okay, maybe I'm forgetting something... but how do they know where we are without knowing what valid important target might be in the area?~ Dracos scribed handily upon the shared mindspace.

[Rezantis]

"Cryptic as usual," Nathan responds disinterestedly, reaching back with his free hand to pull two arrows from his quiver, "but the last thing I am in the mood from for this country is another delay."

Don't try and guess what they do or don't know.  Just put him the hell down and continue.

[Brian]

"I've no interest in holding you up," Caber says, one hand going over his -- now that you look closely -- wrongly colored eyes.  Phil's are green (now).  The nurse shakes her head when the Phil-Caber collapses to his knees.

"Failure of emulation," she says, vapidness vanishing as the Phil-Caber sits like a marionette with cut strings.  "We are legion, and attempting to emulate you was among our poorer choices.  Soon you will have drifted far enough that we cannot be you, anymore."

[Dracos]

Surely you know better  than that, Rez.  Besides the casual demonstration there... the important thing is getting in but that isn't the only important thing.  Knowing that we can easily be tracked down or by what method may be useful.

"A legion should be stronger than that, but I suppose bad decisions are pretty common for you anyway." Philip casually replied.  "And I'm afraid that's not interesting enough to accept your proposition, Caber.  Make a more interesting one, or the legion will lose another number."

Dracos

[Brian]

The nurse doesn't even flinch, just kicks the Caber-Phil off the edge of the path.  The mountain isn't very steep at that point, so he rolls a few yards before lying there, still.  "Won't that cause later complications?" she asks.  "But we are here to observe.  We would not be exposed if there was genuine risk to us.  Operating in that fashion doesn't benefit what we are.  Do as you will; we are here as a message.  We can follow you.  We know where you are."

She pauses then, turning to look at the fallen Caber-Phil.  Now that he's gotten a bit more distance from the genuine Phil, he twitches a bit, then raises his head to look upslope.

"But there is more.  Do you know it?"  Caber-Phil just grins from where he's lying, not trying to get up.

[Dracos]

"I think it has been a very long time since I last did something that did not involve in some form later complications.  Also, don't you have something more important to do in the grand scheme of things?  It is an interesting message to be sure but all it invokes is slight curiousity in why you are revealing this at this venture."

~Not that this is a surprise, but I think the emulation they had earlier they are using to track me specifically.~

Dracos

[Brian]

"Events tend to cascade," the nurse-Caber says with a philosophical shrug.  "I take it, then, that our message is clear."  She pauses.  "We could make the message clearer."

Then, there's a shift, and where there was a nurse-Caber, there is now a nurse-Caber, and a woman with shoulder-length brown hair, and green eyes.  She looks to be in her mid-thirties, and is dressed in the same outfit that everyone who fought their way through the Workshop recognizes.

"You can't be allowed to win, you realize," the woman says, looking at Bjorn squarely.

[Bjorn]

This close to the Ward, the Dream almost burns as Bjorn feels out through it, pushing his mind against the nightmares and daydreams of Caber.

"I realize," he says coldly, "that you are a mimic and a puppet.  I realize that even were you to make a thousand copies of your betters, you would be beneath my notice.  And I have long since realized," he says, reaching up to take off his sunglasses, "that neither you, nor your masters, nor anyone living has the power to deny me anything."

The mists in his eye sockets are not calm, barely-moving pools of grey here; the Dream of Fire makes them roil and heave, touched with burning red, like the sulphurous gases of a muttering volcano.  "Leave, mimic," he grates.  "Tell your masters where we were.  Tell them what we've said.  And  hope they take our message."

OOC: Switching from Mind Link to Nightmare Prescence.  Tremble at my words, dog!

[Carthrat]

Utterly baffled, Tom just stands.. back. Yep, right at the back!

[Rezantis]

Nathan calmly nocks an arrow to his bow.

[Brian]

"As you'd have it," the Caber-as-Megan says.  She vanishes, and the nurse climbs down the slope to where the Phil-Caber is.  The two of them slowly work their way down the still snow-laden mountain.  While Phil-Caber seems to steady himself after a distance, neither of them look back.

[Rezantis]

Nathan watches for a long moment before he finally removes the arrow from the bowstring.

"Target practice is really tempting right now."

Bitching aside, he continues up the mountain regardless.

[Bjorn]

"Won't have too much of a lead," Bjorn says, putting the sunglasses back on, and relaxing somewhat.  "Better get going to make use of what we will have."

OOC: Switching from Nightmare Presence to Mind Link, since you'll all use it anyways.