Edith Olson (skintightsecret) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2015-02-25 19:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | edith olson, elijah grieve |
Who: Elijah and Eddie
What: Eddie has questions. Elijah might answer them.
When: Wednesday February 25th, early evening
Where: Elijah's home
Warnings: none
Status: COMPLETE
When Tristan chose to share his mission with Eddie, she was granted access to all of the files and documents and notes that Arkin Ford had accumulated over the years. Sometimes she couldn't go into it very deep or for very long because it often turned her stomach and she had tried to convince herself that the past was now most certainly the past and trying to dredge it up would leave her further unfulfilled. She wasn't going to get to kill Ford or even confront him, so in a way she felt like she was still teetering, some part of her unable to let go. The frustrating thing was she was left with this horrid sense of lack of closure. But there were lists of names. Names of people who now owed their allegiance to Ford and to preventing the End of Days. And one of them was certainly more vocal than others. She read enough on Elijah Grieve to know he wasn't going to receive her at all warmly, but she'd worked for a gang for nearly a decade. Friendliness tended to be in short supply. Besides, if they were working towards the same cause, talking to him was inevitable anyway. So shot in the dark. It seemed to work, though up to a point. He had permitted her to come to his home, but there was no telling how much he'd be willing to reveal. Facts were facts. People were more than facts and he was right: Ford didn't have any information as to why Grieve chose to ally with him. She knew he'd been a Reaper, saw the trails of manipulation where Ford concluded Grieve should be injured. Those sorts of things were far more than a simple explanation. Did Grieve know Ford ordered the hit? And if he did, then why did he stay? But a cup of tea was hopefully a start. She pulled up at his place, taking a few deep breaths in her car, before she stepped out and knocked. Here goes...something. |