Re: [log: antique store - daniel/claire/louis]
Claire was taking a sip of her espresso when the noise came from Daniel, and she thankfully was able to use the cup to keep from giggling too much. Her eyebrows raised as Louis defended those lowly modern historians, and she grinned wide at point made. Her preference was for the older, finding modern historians too secular. They never even mentioned witches anymore, and those were everywhere. However, she didn't feel that there was anything more for her to add that Louis hadn't said. Her hands went up in mock-surrender and she settled back into the chair with a smirk.
That smirk melted away as Louis spoke. The plagues from the Old Testament. Jesus died to free the world from those laws, to forgive the sins of the world, to keep God from bring his full wrath upon humanity. It is finished. To make mockery of the punishments that God doled out upon Egypt was to say His Son, the Lord, died in vain. A contemptuous parody that would only serve to try and cement power the creature lacked. If it wasn't trying to take advantage of an innocent, Claire may have actually pitied the imitation. As it was, the descriptions clenched at her chest in personal affront to her very existence. That was why she was supposed to fight. She was supposed to rid the world of creatures that would put people through horrors that no person should ever have to deal with. "Disgusting. What happened to the cult?"
His tension was noted, written in white knuckles and strained muscles, "There is no need to apologize. I am sorry we need to go through all of this." It was not going to be an easy conversation, and it was really only beginning. "A parasite would enjoy cooperation, as well," her distaste was clear for whatever had done all of this. "It is better if you stay as separated as possible. Obviously. I hate to even ask, but what sort of things bleed through?"
Her eyes flittered between Daniel and Louis, explaining to them both, "This symbol has been at each of the locations of our investigation." She was tight-lipped, not wanting to give any more information than she had to. Leading the testimony, she believed, is what law enforcement would call it. "My... colleague showed it to an expert in Mesopotamian mythology and they believe it to be associated with an entity from that time." No, she had no intention of speaking a name, but Claire had given the name to Daniel quite some time ago when she first asked him for help with this. "I'm curious what you make of it, Louis."
She had to debate the possibilities of what may happen should the sigil affect him, and that was the moment of hesitation behind handing over the paper to Louis. "Of course," she relented, relying on trust and that deep belief that people are inherently good. She was also banking on the knowledge that there was no belief or intent meant by the person that drew it. That was not always how magic worked, but the odds were even either way.
The paper out of her hand, she took another sip of coffee and watched Louis fearlessly over the rim of the mug. After all, whatever was inside of him was not registering as a threat to her well-being the way Daniel did.