Who's the Boss?

[Chance]

((*kicks it till it works*)) Chance is sat back against a tree ontop of an open rain coat so's not to get wet, technically he's leaning on the bag not the tree aswell, his head is back on the bag so he'd be looking up if his arms were open and his hands are folded over his abdomen.

[Wharil Choc]

Fate was a funny thing. He was supposed to be in an interview, talking to someone about an extra fluff piece he was given the option of working on. But given the choice between superfluous, albeit paying work, and a stroll through the park on brisk, chilly day, Wharil had let the coin decide. It said 'tails'. It might as well have said 'Go to Grant Park to meet Chance.' Because thats just what turned out happening. "Hey Chance. Haven't seen you in a while." Wharil was dressed warmly, with enough layers to break the chill of the wind, and a jacket that would help him with the cold. Perhaps the coin told him about that too. "How ya been?"

[Chance]

"Not me, but you got my letter." he says without oppening his eyes, "So it's not like you were going to think I was dead or anything, or should I be calling and writting more often." he says with an ammused tone. "I've been alright, trying to help people who don't want to be helped but isn't that always the way."

[Wharil Choc]

"Yeaaah." Wharil's arms cross over his chest and he leans from foot to foot, guiltily chewing on his lower lip. "Aint that always the way." And the he moves to lean against the same tree, but out of Chance's way. "Alright. So how do we pull this off?"

[Chance]

"Pull what off exactly?" he asks he tilts his head in wharil's direction and does open his eyes finally.

[Wharil Choc]

"Well I'm guessing I'm not the only one that got a letter, right?" He was shuffling through the pockets of his jacket, finally reaching into his breast pocket for a pack of Cigarettes. He taps them rhythmically against his palm. "Its a little creepy, mind you. Getting a letter from someone who your pretty sure doesn't have a return address. But the method works, right?"

[Chance]

He laughs "I have no return address at all." he smiles "Well it works in that we get all the magi, which everyone will've got a letter, in one room and hope some sort've structure comes out've it, people who can lead, people who can keep tabs and check up on and all that." he shrugs "Course our best candidates I've seen so far, are Ashley who doesn't really want it and where she does she wants it done her way and doesn't want to see from the other side. She's going to 'lay down the law' and I take it you've been around long enough, as I have, to know how well that works with the crowd we're in?" obviously not talking specifically about the euthanatos but mages in general "And the boss guy, what was his name, Dylan? He seems like he might, might do an ok job, but I don't think he really wants it anymore either, so it may just be a collosal waste of time, or wind up with a council type rulership again. Either way really we need people to know where to meet, and know how to get in touch with everyone. Else we're going to get squashed in this city, which from the sound've it is happening already to some extent."

[Wharil Choc]

Wharil reacts to Chance's summary with equal huffs and chuckles, particularly at the mention of the two names. He removes a cigarette, lights it, and tosses the lighter up and down playfully. "Lemme ask you something. Why'd you assume Dylan's the boss? I mean, I heard the same thing myself honestly. But...what gave you that idea?"

[Chance]

"Oh someone said he had been involved in trying to organise people before. And calling him boss seems to get him annoyed." he says with a grin.

[Wharil Choc]

And that gets an outright laugh from him, a full and sudden rip through the quiet of the park on a cold day. They could probably hear him clear across the lake. "Yeah. Yeah, that's what I heard too. Well, except for the getting annoyed part. I assume you met him then. How'd that turn out?"

[Chance]

"You were there." he says sceptically. "It was ok, wasn't much impressed, I'd have rather had Ashley if she were willing to accept that the orders way is not the best way, and certainly trying to applie it to everyone else it wont work."

[Wharil Choc]

"I was there? What, you mean the restaurant? C'mon man, that's not meeting the guy. He hardly said hello." Another slow puff of his cigarette. Wharil curls into himself as a wind threatens to tug at his jacket and bite off his ear. "I met him. Helped him deal with a little uh...undead...issue the other day. Or did he help me? Hey, are you warm enough, Chance?"

[Chance]

"Plenty, it's not that cold yet, you try sleeping outside when it hits zero." he grins "I'm used to being outside, you just adapt, I havn't been inside in over a week, so I don't really feel the cold." he shrugs "I wouldn't count fighting alongside or with someone as really meeting them, I'm more inclined to sit with someone. I know I annoyed him from that, and I know what I'm told and I trust that."

[Wharil Choc]

"Yeah well. I've seen the hesitation in him. I think he meant well when he did that thing he did, but...he's no boss. So..." Wharil takes one lass draw from the cigarette before snuffing it on the side of the tree, stubbing the butt against the bark. He lets the breath out in the air, then turns to consider Chance. "How do we pull this off, Boss?"

[Chance]

He laughs "I'm even less of a person to be calling that. I don't know how long I'm even going to be in chicago before she drags me off to parts unknown." he smiles "But how do we pull this off? I think we're atleast partly going to have to rely on her. Beyond that, I think we're probably going to need to look at a concil structure, we don't have a leader, and whilst even councils need a leader, well, it might be easier with this lot." closes his eyes again

[Wharil Choc]

"Hmmm." Wharil's leg started shaking as he seemed to consider something. "Closes thing I've got to a plan, I guess. Guess I'll get right on that." And another glance to Chance under his tree. "You need anything?"

[Chance]

"No point getting right on too much, other than us lot I guess, if there's a Council nine is probably the way it'll wind up. Hermetics got that right atleast." he grins "There's you, Rene, and me, so one've us should really be ready to step up into that. and I should really meet this Rene person." he chuckles "But in seriousness I can sit there, but I wont always be around, if you're making this place permentant then you may be a better bet, or Rene. If not, we can always ask the lady n see what she thinks." he shrugs. "Do you think it's vaguley ironic having two euthanatos planning how too make a city work whilst no one else seems to be doing much've anything?"

[Wharil Choc]

"Not Rene. No. She's...not very diplomatic, if you catch my drift. There's Ashton too, but she's only partly better off than Rene." He sighed, thinking of what possibilities that left. "And I don't think purposefully annoying our comrades works in our favor either. Unless its absolutely necessary. And no, Chance. I don't think its very ironic at all. A prolongued life is just as useful as an expedient death, given the right circumstances. And we need this...council...organization...whatever, to live. Why else would they have sent us here?"

[Chance]

"Ok, you met all these people you need to introduce me." he chuckles "There's no they sending me, just her. So you taking the reigns then?" he asks sitting up a little "I'll do what I can, including annoying our commerades, it's not as unfavourable as you might think. Teaches me alot, and generally teaches them alot. Also it's a hell of a lot better than the moody broody we're all knowon for." he chuckles.

[Wharil Choc]

"Yeah. Her. The lady. That's who I meant. For you at least. Then again, who's to say the folks that sent me weren't told to do so by her? Its not like I fucking...know what I'm doing here." He shakes off the annoyance at that and moves on. "And yeah, I'll grant you that. A lot better than the mopes. But lessons only count if you know you've learned it." He stands up straight, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets. "I'm gonna take off."

[Chance]

He laughs "Oh she's pulling everyone's strings." he grins "Just depends if they know. Who sent you then before you go? And no, a lesson you learned but don't know you learned is the best kind. as long as you learnt it doesn't matter that you know or not. Catch you later Wharil."

[Wharil Choc]

"The swans" Is what he calls back as he walks off. Naturally he wasn't about to go shouting 'The Albireo' across a field in Grant Park. If he did then surely his voice would carry clear across the lake.