As soon as his priest-consultant is out the door, Emanuel shakes off the lethargy that had followed the news of Bai Amari's murder. While he would not have presumed to call himself her friend, he had known her well enough to grieve. The sorrow isn't gone, but Emanuel no longer has the luxury to dwell on it.<br/><br/>Someone who he'd respected greatly has gone, and he will miss her. The fading of the Luminary's light will be felt by the entire city, but the murder of a Scion reaches beyond his personal sphere, beyond the city's borders and the mortal realm. The Teōtl expect him to act, and Emanuel would not have it any other way. Bai Amari's tragic death has all the potential of becoming an arena for the other gods to strike at the Teōtl's prestige and honor. There will be time to mourn later; he has a crisis to avert, and a murderer to bring down.<br/><br/>Emanuel informs his chauffeur that he will take the Phantom today, and heads to his extensive wardrobe, changing into a tailor-made, dark blue suit that whispers of wealth and power. When he descends the steps of his mansion, the Rolls Royce is waiting for him, bodyguards flanking the car on both sides. He is silent while they drive, mentally preparing himself for the trial ahead.<br/><br/>His arrival coincides with the other scions' arrival, and, watching through the darkened windows, Emanuel is pleased to recognize most of them.<em>Careful</em>, he reminds himself.<em>Friendship and duty are not good bedfellows.</em><br/><br/>The Rolls Royce proceeds past the parked cars and stops. Bodyguards spill out, one of them opens the door for Emanuel while two others take their positions slightly away from the Rolls. Sunlight beams down on the young Scion, and although all around them, the pavement betrays the evidence of a recent downpour, there is a circle of dry ground around Emanuel. Whisps of steam rise from the ground in his wake, fading gradually as he nears the group, bodyguards not far behind.<br/><br/>He has a solemn smile for Hassan, who he addresses first. "It is good to see you," he says. "I wish it had been under better circumstances."<br/><br/>"<acronym title="You may return home; I will take a taxi">Podéis iros a casa; tomaré un taxi,</acronym>" he then informs his bodyguards, still looking at Hassan. Emanuel expects that they may want to talk later, and his friend's taxi is as good a place as any. "<acronym title=" I am among friends">Estoy entre amigos</acronym>," he adds, knowing his bodyguards' concern for his safety goes far beyond the devotion money can buy.<br/><br/>His guards obey, and as they retreat, Emanuel's gaze falls on Rashmi and Rhiannon, respectively, and, genuinely pleased to see them, he offers each a friendly nod. The last Scion is someone he has not met before, but his gaze is polite as it passes over her to rest on the officer.<br/><br/>"Emanuel Montero," he introduces himself, more out of courtesy than out of need to make himself known. Between his charity work, his 'fame' as his father's son (courtesy of the paparazzi), and the likeliness of his name appearing in the victim's list of contacts, Emanuel suspects that this very capable-looking officer already knows precisely who he is. "I am here to offer my assistance as well," he says. "How may we be of service? Is there anything you can tell us of your findings thus far?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Bad roll, had fun writing it anyway!<br/><br/>Roll Result: Imogen rolled: 10d10<br/>Comment: Scion Entrance Emanuel<br/>Result: 5, 5, 1, 2, 7, 4, 9, 1, 4, 6,<br/>Total: 44</div></div>