((Collab between Templum Domini and AdorablyDevious)) Kyle Thompson, inheritor of the Thompson Estate, seemed to be nothing more than a playboy and socialite. A trust fund baby, he had never known want or deprivation in his life, always having what he wanted. Thus, Kyle had the reputation of being fivrolous, especially with his frequent parties and galas. It was in the aftermath of one such feast that he had asked his butler, Lionel McQueen, to take a break from leading the cleaning efforts in the banquet hall; he wanted the old man in his study. Once the old man got there, his young master, still handsome and mischievious-looking, would say very serious words: "I have been notified by the Free Council Assembly in Milwaukee that they are about to remove support for this operation - our attempt to save our home - if we don't score any success soon." A pause for effect. "And it takes a lot to make the opponents of the Lie despair." Lionel sighs softly. He wasn't exactly a man of few words but he was a man of **IMPORTANT** words. He tended to think of things before he said them, and the young master sometimes annoyed him but he always tried to maintain an understanding that the young man was in charge. Still...the young master could have at least let him finish the dishes. "Of course the Assembly are going to remove support for the operation. If they didn't, that would make this a little too easy." He raises a hand, stroking softly at his white beard before wiping his hands a little on his apron. His speaks slowly, a soft whistle to his voice as he says "So then, orders...young master?" The response was: "I have been in correspondence with The Radiant; Magical Girls and Boys who fight for a better world. They've given us the location of three of them who have recently 'Blossomed'; that's their version of Awakenings." He would then hand over a list of three names to the Butler. "Discreetly invite these three to the Thompson Estate; make up any excuse you want. Also, there is a mysterious Mage who is still unaffiliated with any Order. Try and find him as well." Another pause, and Kyle would then go to his study's desk and stretch out a map of Breezeton. "The central game plan to fix this town's problems has always been based on simple economics: Give the people a source of jobs that are not in the IT or Dairy sectors. But our enemies know this as well, and have been stonewalling every attempt to bring in new employers while pretending to oppose each other." He would draw out a picture of a platinum blond Russian-American in figure skating gear. "This is Yuri Nikiforov; Olympic-level figure skater. He comes from Breezeton and we invited him to set up a figure skating academy here. But the Mayor pre-empted us by proposing that his figure skating academy be located on top of prime farmland owned by the Association of Dairy Farmers. Then he rigged it so that the Association was badly compensated for the loss of said land. The Association is prepared to protest, but I have it on good intelligence that the Lake University plans to frame said protests as Anti-LGBT; Yuri Nikiforov is Gay." Kyle looked at Lionel. "This Cabal and the Radiants' 'Nakama' - that's what they call their groups - are too shorthanded to counteract the Lake Uni's plans. So it falls to you, the three Princesses, and the Nameless Mage to foil them through any means possible." One final pause. "So, let me get this straight? You are sending me...a combat expert amongst the Adamantine Arrow, heavily trained in hand-to-hand combat from both my glory days in the military and street brawling. Sixty-Four years of hardened steel masquerading as flesh. A disciple of the grand life arcanum...to gather a bunch of magical girls and boys? Should I put on my rainbow ascot now, or shall I simply inform my father's grave that I have embarrassed the family after my job is done?" A pause and a sigh before he gives a little nod "Right, I will manage to invite these people I suppose. I have not much knowledge on any sort of these magical girls or boys...I don't truly watch TV and Japanese Cartoons always strike me as dreadfully dull except a few of them anyways. Still...this is a bitter pill that you're asking me to swallow, young master." He grimaces "It will be done, however. I am to serve, after all..." A nod at that from Kyle. "Now, let me cast a a spell of Fate to help speed up the process." ((OOC: Casting Serendipity. Serendipity is a Praxis, so three succeses is an Exceptional Success.)) "Yes, alright..." Lionel replies, rubbing the back of his head as the feeling of a large hand clasping around the back of his neck signaled the use of magic. "I should get this started then I suppose. I will call when I have the three under my care..." Kyle smiled. "Thank you. You may go now, McQueen."