Pushing the Sky!

[Carthrat]

Cosgrove's wit is not lost on Clive, who falls back against the car, clutching his wounded hand in pain.

Now that he has a good look, he can see that Clive is.. just a kid, really. Maybe a little over twenty, at most. Probably younger. Real fear is in his eyes.

[Dracos]

"looks like you got yourself set pretty nicely.  Good crew you're hanging with.  They keep you safe and all.  Keep ya out of trouble.  Wouldn't mind telling us a little about them would you?" Cosgrove asked, the threat pretty plain.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"If I do, they'll kill me!" 'Clive' squeals- the Russian accent gone, replaced with a flimsy Londoner tone.

Stuff starts to drop from his robes and clutter around his feet; tomes, pendants, a mobile phone...

[Dracos]

"Recognize any of it, Fitz?" Cosgrove asked, picking up the mobile without much of a care.  "Should've thought of that beforehand though, Clive?  What's your real name anyway?'

Dracos

[Carthrat]

From what Fitz can see, it's mostly junk. A couple of trivial trinkents that have some relevence to Mystrix, but nothing overtly special. It could be worth picking up anyway- especially the books. If nothing else, they'll be good for a read during the trip back into town.

"It really IS Clive," spits back the kid, recovering himself a bit. "And I'm not telling you heretics anything!"

[Dracos]

Cosgrove lashed out, catching Clive's other hand.  "Heretics?  Sorry, that sort of requires me to speak about your religion, doesn't it?  Anyhow, you sure?  I mean, we could do this the easy way where you are likely to have some functional limbs when we're done or I could just work out my aggrevations on you and you can pray to your god or goddess or whatnot to make the hurting stop."

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"I'll never tell you where the Edinsburgh-church is! Never!" shouts back Clive, starting to gain inner resolve.

[Dracos]

"Tell me." Cosgrove slowly pushes back Clive's index finger until it is parallel with the back of his hand.  "everything you know."

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"Ah!"

Clive hollers a bit, and squeals, "-okokok, look, I'll tell you- but only because I know you'll go there and get your asses kicked."

He stammers out an address, fear coming back into his eyes.

[Dracos]

"Maybe.  Maybe I'm just curious.." Cosgrove's hand moved to the next finger.  "You don't want to be holding back on me in either case though.  Tell me everything you know.  How you found them, who leads them, every person's name you can think of and why I might care."

Dracos

[Carthrat]

Clive winces again- quite understandably. "Look, there's not even that much to tell, I swear! We were trying to recruit Livingstone- we even bribed him, but he never seemed to care.

It was under orders from Zaran, anyway. Zaran's the leader of the Cabal, and- I can't even say what the plan is, I'm geased against it! If you make me, I'll explode!"

It's hard to tell if he's lying or not. "But everything went haywire when the goddam Avatar appeared, and now I don't even know what's coming nex-"

Clive's phone abruptly rings; an annoying, piercing tune, to be sure.

[Dracos]

Cosgrove glances at the phone, expecting a name to likely be referenced on it's screen.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

'Jared' is on the screen, and Clive sees it. His eyes widen a little.

[Dracos]

"Who's Jared?"  Cosgrove turned, tossing the phone to Fitz.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"Another guy we wanted to recruit," spits out Clive, crestfallen.