Desmond Cusick's Diary

Ugh, Felix.

I pray whoever gave him that drug trips and falls into the canal on Lonesome Road.

I certainly hope Ilse's humor is intact when she wakes up tomorrow, because I have a feeling that it won't be a pleasant experience.

( Whydinchotellme'boutcrack'n'weed? [Felix] )

The playwright is full of vicious words, when he tries to be. Shame the strength of his ideals does not match the strength of his pen; then he might not embarrass himself when he engages in debate with me.

What made it all the more amusing was when Cedez, the waitress, leapt to my defense. I suppose it's not so hard to believe--she is, after all, associated with our kind--but it made it all the more entertaining to see the look on Avery's face when a woman I had only just formally met sided with me.

Cedez . . . she's an interesting one. Trueblood, but as honorable as any shifter. She asked permission to call me "Dessy"--amusing, isn't it? I haven't heard that name from anyone except Mother. I ought to visit her tomorrow, before I check in on Babenkov. Business has been so time-consuming lately that I haven't been able to drop in to say hello to her.

There was another Trueblood there as well. Ben is his name. Another admirable member of his species. He was there when I arrived, left before the argument, then returned shortly before Avery stormed in a huff. I was able to talk to him after that. Apparently, Ben traveled with a Caravan in the Wastes for a time. It takes a certain breed of character to survive out there. He seems a man of action, for he was baffled by mine and Avery's exchange of insults.

Felix came in as well, up to his usual antics. He ordered something alcoholic that happened to also be a vivid shade of blue. This was a source of interest for a young boy named Jackson--another admirable person. He's a shifter, I gathered; some type of mustelid by the smell of him. Apparently, he single-handedly tried to reason with the owners of the Cage about the reprehensible business they run. He was unfortunately beaten for his efforts--this is no surprise--but that he would even try is praiseworthy.

There were many interesting people in the Siren tonight, it seemed.

I wonder in what shape I will find Babenkov tomorrow?

OOC Note: For the logs this entry pertains to, go here and here.

One has to wonder if interferring in some matters is worth the effort and the cost. Does one leap into the fray knowing one's life will be endangered as a result? What about the lives of others?

That Vasili Babenkov is no better than a hunter. He murders and injures his fellow shifters for his own reprehensible pleasure. Tonight, he beat a boy in front of myself and a business associate. (Oh God, I'd forgotten about Harris. I'll have to make it up to him later.) I confronted him, and it came to blows. The bastard bit my hand, and I was sorely tempted to break his neck. Unfortunately, I have scruples. Perhaps if I had given in to my instincts, the boy would still be alive. Vasili would not have been given the chance to shoot him.

Thank God for friends like Ingrid and Felix, even if they don't get along so much. Ingrid is . . . well, it's always a pleasure to see her. She makes it so easy to forget such heinous things as death. I suppose a beautiful woman will do that. And Felix always manages to cheer me up, no matter the situation. I suppose that's why I keep him around. That and his abilities to spy are invaluable assets.

I've smoked too much tonight. It's given me quite a headache.

I think Felix learned a very important lesson today: never tangle with a bird larger than you, especially if that bird happens to be Caterina Ortega.

After Felix came scampering into my arms, she spewed several foul-sounding curses, which made me both wish my Spanish was fluent; and also give thanks that it is not. She's rather charming when she's not hurling insults, however. She was injured--something I don't think Felix was responsible for--but she refused my offer of help, so I simply left her with a card and wished her the best. I certainly hope she pulls through all right. It would be a pity to have a singer and dancer of such talent be out of commission for too long.

It was a fairly good show, I have to say. Certainly not the Belfry's best, but it wasn't terrible either.