Conversations and Conflagrations

Jericho Thoughts:
8-7-21
 
Lotta socializing for the ol’ McDermont. People may complain allll the time about my chatty ass, but everyone comes back for more.
 
After the run in with Ramona we got going and decided to start looking into Las Reinas. Unfortunately, we didn’t dredge up anything we didn’t already know. Save for one thing. I am sometimes blessed with visions of what happened in the past, the more significant the better and in this case I got a good glimpse of the one who sprayed the symbol over our marker. It was a young girl. Teenager by the looks of it with blue hair and hispanic dissent. I could pick her out of a line up… huh, I wonder if I would be able to check juvenile records somehow. Gonna have to ponder that one.
 
While we were asking around at a bodega that had gotten tagged I got a ring from Diego letting me know I might be hearing from Ramona and he was about to leave town. I conned him into waiting around with us and having a drink and a meal.
 
After we all met up at the Lunch Box for burgers and brew we got to chatting about the goings on in the last few years.
We spoke about the infrequency of moots
About the war with The Pure
The arrival of the hunters
Where the vampires fit into all of this
The old Verona pack
And onto one of my favorite topics. Ramona.
After all is said and done Diego pulls me aside and lets me know that I might have been a little misguided but not too far off the mark with what transpired at the Moot and that the Lunes might see things my way and grant me a brand if they are feeling generous.
 
Not willing to let us be completely ignorant he gives us a lesson and we shoot the shit for a few more hours before he has to go. Bidding farewell, we part ways and go back to the house from the day before, the one that went up in flames.
 
We dig around for a donkey’s year and get a picture of what happened and find a heading. On our way following the trail, losing it and finding it again there’s another conflagration in the distance, and a speeding fire truck, we pursue and find what we expected… Another home burning.
 
After looking around for a quick minute and finding nothing I bolt. Trying to find the most likely path for the arsonist to take unfortunately… to no avail. I wonder if we are following a common criminal, or just some fire sprite that got trapped on this side of the veil or some shit. No time to think on that though… cause my phone is trying to get a hold of me… "2395 North Street, urgent SOS! -J"... Fuck.