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So, into an impoverished Athens,

in the wake of war and civil unrest arrives Praxagora,

but after taking over with a feminist uprising,

we realize that our heroine, spoiler alert, is a communist,

but she's also a thief.

She wore a beard and presented herself with a male voice.

She hid in the shadows, pulling strings to achieve her goals.

So...

What did you do to your hair?

I hope you got some reading done in the salon.

I'm sorry, Professor.

Mm-hmm.

So Jack, what do you think about Praxagora using crime as a means to power?

Um...

It wasn't her fault. The government was corrupt.

So you're saying she's blameless?

I'm saying power belongs to everyone,

and if Praxagora had to steal it to prove her point,

maybe she was right.

So, chalk one up for the good guys?

Yeah.

Okay. Moving on.

Thanks to campus's recent football riot,

I have rescheduled your exam in Ethics and Classical Democracy for

tomorrow.

Go, Timberwolves.

What? You're upset?

I've got to read the stupid things.

Seriously.

How could you do this to me?

And behind my back? Are you kidding me?

You know I picked that color out special so we wouldn't clash.

- What's going on? - Nothing, it's no big deal.

Bullshit.

People don't suddenly change their hair over no big deal.

I should know.

I bullied enough girl into bangs back in middle school.

I'm not your dress-up doll, okay? Why do you care so much how my hair looks?

I care how it makes me look.

Now, where is this coming from?

Are you depressed?

Yes, I am depressed. Aren't you?

- We lost one of our own. - What do you care?

As far as I know, you hardly knew her, right?

Right?

Maybe I'm just not as cold as you are.

I'm not cold.

Duty calls. Gotta go.

- Oh, crud. - What?

It's my original color.

No, if the Grand Magus summoned both of us,

she must know I gave you back your memory.

I told Vera that the hides returned our memories, which is mostly true.

I wonder why we're here, then.

Just lucky, I guess.

I'm sorry

about Lilith.

Yeah, should have been me.

Should have been no one.

We live in a world of magic and werewolves.

There must be some way that we can get Lilith back.

Vera said it's too dangerous.

Okay, when was the last time you obeyed Vera Stone?

I thought I'd give it a shot.

At the rate I'm going, couldn't be any worse.

Careful.

That almost sounds like personal growth.

Well, we wouldn't want that, would we?

Same old hair, same old Jack.

Oh, I didn't think you noticed.

Two days ago, we were contacted

by an organization that may be ultimately responsible

for the theft of our property.

You two are gonna help me confirm that theory.

You're gonna parlay with the Sons of Prometheus.

- We're meeting the Sons of Prometheus? - The Rules of Enoch.

Study it. Meet me here at 7:00 a.m.

I'm sending you behind enemy lines.

Find proof that the Prometheans robbed us.

Something that I can rub their noses in.

I have an exam tomorrow.

Oh.

No problem.

I will simply reschedule

a critical palaver with an enemy organization

around your plans.

Yes. I know that's sarcasm,

but you could just send Randall and Hamish instead of us.

The Grand Magus has made her wishes known, acolyte.

I just want to say, thank you for trusting me with this mission.

- It's an honor... - Save the gratitude, Miss Drake.

The only reason you're here is I have not other use for a broken practitioner.

Mr. Morton, a word.

That was a bit harsh.

It's imperative that you keep your cool tomorrow.

No outbursts of any kind.

Tell me you understand.

I understand.

Get me what I want, Mr. Morton,

and all will be forgiven.

When have I ever let you down, Vera?

Well, now I know why Vera really wants to send me.

You're a hostage?

Yes.

Alyssa and I are offered "freely"

to ensure the safety of the Promethean delegation

while they confer with the opposing party.

This is such a waste of time. The Order's just slowing us down.

We should've done 10 stupid things by now to get Lilith back.

Hey, we're gonna do plenty of stupid things, I promise.

So many stupid things.

But for now, we let the Order do the heavy lifting,

then we get our stuff back.

Yeah, then we're free to focus on Lilith.

- If you see her locker... - Or Midnight's.

I'll grab them, I promise.

There is something you guys can do for me.

I'm supposed to be taking that Ethics exam tomorrow morning.

You want help cheating at Ethics?

I get the irony, but I need this grade to keep my scholarship.

I know the material. I just can't be there to take the test.

How would we even take your exam for you?

That's easy.

Oh, hey, babe. Um, we, uh, were just...

We're... We're studying.

Can the shit. I know you've got your memories back.

How'd you figure it out?

Was it the hair?

Oh, yeah, you changed your hair.

I figured it out because I'm brilliant,

and baby Tom Cruise here is a terrible liar.

And the hair didn't help.

You do realize there's three of us and only one of you.

Cool down, tiger.

I'll keep your secret, on one condition.

You take my Ethics exam, too.

Or else I tell the Grand Magus.

She already knows.

Then...

I'll tell Kepler,

- and she'll kill Vera. - So?

And you'll end up in a crate begging for table scraps.

Fine, we'll take your stupid test, too

if you can help us figure out how.

Please. I can do anything.

Except look bad in these pants.

See you later

babe.

With all due respect

she's right about those pants.

Hey, remember when she murdered Kyle?

Stay quiet.

No sudden movements.

On behalf of the Esoteric Sons of Prometheus,

and in accordance with the rules of Enoch, we greet you,

openly and unarmed, Hermetic Order of the Blue Rose.

On behalf of the Hermetic Order of the Blue Rose, in accordance with the rules...

I can't believe you tried to freeze me out of this assignment.

You're the one with glitchy magic.

I can still do the work. You don't need to send Randall and Hamish.

Mr. Morton.

Mr. Morton!

Please accept this humble gift as a token of our sincerity.

There was a card, but it fell out somewhere.

Please accept this gift as a token of our sincerity.

Hm.

It has to be hand-washed, or the logo will chip off.

Okay.

Three guesses who got the better gift?

It's the thought that counts.

In order to assure your safety, I present to you these two hostages.

Well, to make safe your bond,

we Prometheans present ourselves in kind.

I'm Xavier. This is Malachai.

Hi... Xavier.

Hae animae ligentur ligeturque haec caro.

We have a spell like this, but we don't use the ribbon.

It's just more festive with the ribbon.

Ow.

The binding is complete.

Parlay has begun.

I'm Orbin. Please.

Follow me.

Follow the rules. Do not transform.

If you do, his whole body could explode.

So if he's dead, I'm dead?

Yes.

This is exciting.

You know we're hostages?

Where's your sense of adventure?

Is it dangerous?

It's a glamour. Totally safe.

Now put those sacks over your heads and shut up.

Oculi veteres forma nova.

Oculi veteres forma nova.

Take them off.

I don't feel different. Randall, do you...

Holy shit!

Dude!

I'm a girl!

Excuse me, you're a woman.

This seems wrong.

And probably sexist,

or not.

I can't tell anymore.

Relax.

The spell only lasts three hours.

Until then, as far as everyone's concerned, you're me and Jack.

Just make sure you finish the exam before time runs out.

Oh! Here.

Brought you some clothes.

Also, can I say,

I look amazing.

Turn around. Let me see.

Hey.

Don't be weird.

We should get going.

Do we have time for a drink?

- The Prometheans have money. - Shh.

This way, please.

Welcome to the Commons.

This juice is our most rare and sacred delicacy.

We offer it to you in the spirit of peace and brotherhood.

It's delicious.

Tastes... happy.

We're glad you like it. I'm Essie.

No.

Rules of Enoch are clear. You can't force anything on me.

Don't think of yourselves as hostages.

You're our guests.

Now, hand over your cell phones and any magical apparatus.

Don't look at my photos.

Now, then

who's up for a tour?

It's beautiful.

Yeah, if you're into this kind of thing.

How large is your compound?

Large.

So there's more.

Much more.

It's a great tour, Orbin.

- Hey. - Jack.

This way.

We sell our surplus at the local farmers' markets.

Our honey has won the state fair five years in a row.

Might say there's a little bit of us in everything we make.

Catchy slogan.

Be nice.

In these buildings, we grow some of our more exotic and delicate plants

required for our magic.

In here, we grow deadly nettle root,

flowering tree, mahoni.

And there, we grow wolfsbane,

jenny root,

and in the last one

kinbar.

Don't mind them.

They're just curious.

We don't get many visitors here.

What's, uh, over there?

Just some utility buildings for pesticide storage.

Trust me, they're very boring.

Well, I got nothing else going on, so...

Uh...

We do.

Now if you'll excuse us, we

have some errands to run.

And then we're going to throw you a welcome mixer.

- Oh, that's so nice. - We told you, you're our guests.

You're free to roam the grounds at your leisure.

Yeah, just don't try to leave, or enter any buildings without an escort.

Of course.

What a plug.

Would it kill you to be nice?

Possibly.

That area looks familiar. I need to check it out.

Yeah, well, um

they're keeping a close eye on us.

Right, you distract them at our little meet-and-greet, and I'll sneak over.

I told you not to sideline me.

I'm not sidelining you.

I'm good in a fight.

Ask your fake girlfriend. I punched her out.

You... You punched Gabrielle? Why?

Relax, it wasn't about you.

Well, then, why did you punch her?

Huh?

Alyssa, come on.

Dude.

Hambone.

Hamelot.

- Jack-off. - Shh.

How much time do we have left?

Three minutes. Let's go.

Okay.

Hold it, Morton.

Jack, uh, I'm hosting a little event tonight.

It's a bit on the political side, but, uh...

But given your leanings, I think you might enjoy it.

And what leanings are those?

Don't be coy.

You might look like one of them, but you think like us.

Um...

Okay, sure, yeah. I should probably get going.

Okay, yeah. Here.

Take that, show it at the door, and, uh, come early.

I'm expecting a crowd.

I can't wait.

Hm.

That was deeply unsettling.

Randall?

Oh, hey, Nicole.

I am just experimenting because

it's college, so...

I should go.

You were her friends.

You and Jack and Hamish...

You were her friends, and now you act like you don't care.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Please.

Lilith told me she had her memories back.

You do, too, don't you?

- I can't. - Tell me you remember her.

She was kind and funny and strong and smart.

I'm afraid if I'm the only one that remembers her, she'll be lost,

like she was nothing.

She'll never be nothing.

Then why aren't you doing anything?

Because the Order won't let us.

Something's up.

Look, we'll talk later, I promise.

Anything I should know?

It's just... girl talk.

Um...

Professor Foley gave me an invite to a meeting.

- Does this symbol look familiar to you? - Hold my purse.

Yeah.

Yeah, this was on Killer-stick girl's computer.

You think there's a link between him and her?

I think we need to find out. Come on.

Thirty-five years ago, the Sons of Prometheus

and the Blue Rose were allies.

We've come to renew that friendship.

Let's skip the niceties.

Xavier, what do you want?

Straight to the point.

We like that.

Two days ago

our compound was breached,

and one of our fellowship was killed.

Attacked?

By whom?

Not a "whom," Vera Stone.

A "what."

Have you ever seen a werewolf?

Don't get me started on werewolves.

I lost my eye to one.

Took forever to grow it back.

Sounds like we came to the right place.

In my limited experience,

werewolves aren't usually careless enough to leave witnesses.

Oh, don't be so modest.

The Order is famous for two things:

Magic sex orgies and hunting werewolves.

We stopped practicing sex magic in the '80s.

But hunting werewolves...

I'm sure we could work something out.

Elizabeth Kepler.

And you must be Xavier and Malachai.

You are very well informed.

I am here to assist you in any way necessary, Grand Magus.

Shall we get down to business?

Is that...

A Cretian loom.

The last of the Daedilan treasures.

Excuse me while I confer with my colleague.

Take your time.

- Betsy, this is a surprise. - No doubt.

- Care to tell me what you're doing here? - I'm here to keep an eye on you.

Oh, and here you are with two of them.

You destroy the Vade Maecum without Council's permission...

I think the word you're looking for is "consultation."

And then you agree to a parlay with a rival society

- without alerting us. - In my defense,

this was all very short notice.

I'm sure you remember how difficult it can be to schedule a conference call.

And now I find out your werewolves were at the Promethean compound

and they killed a man.

I sent them to track down the stolen sickles.

Without running it past Council.

If memory serves, I was preoccupied stopping Rogwan,

and you were saving your own skin.

You need to act natural.

This is me acting natural.

Then act unnatural. Try mingling.

I will, if you tell me why you punched Gabrielle.

Did she say something?

Was it about me?

Was it about that time I tried braiding her hair?

She tell you I have a tattoo?

What tattoo?

Hope you guys are enjoying yourselves.

Very much. You're all so welcoming.

I was wondering when we could see your temple.

I bet it's beautiful.

It is, and you'll see it when the time is right.

Cool.

Our magic is cool.

We're bound to the natural world, and that connection gives us power.

Tell me, Jack, where does your power come from?

- Well... - Rage, mostly.

Another drink?

Yes, please.

No, thank you.

Oh, God, you're so narrow-minded.

He was like this when we were dating.

This is just like the sushi incident.

You said you'd never tell anyone about that.

Would you just try some juice?

- It wouldn't kill you. - I said no!

No!

Look at what you did!

It was an accident.

Forgive him. He's not used to good company.

It's okay.

Jack, why don't you go clear your head?

She's right.

I'm sorry. I'm just not used to being a hostage,

so I'm going to go take a minute.

I'm so sorry about that.

It's okay.

What makes you think the Prometheans robbed us?

Proximity.

They are the closest society, and it appears I'm right.

You don't sit down to parlay requesting knowledge

and open the bidding with a Cretian loom.

The Council will want proof if we're going to accuse the Prometheans of this crime.

I sent Mr. Morton and Miss Drake under the guise of hostages

for that very reason.

They're searching the compound as we speak.

It would be faster to torture our guests.

It would also be against the rules of parlay.

As soon as my disciples find the evidence they need, we can discuss retaliation.

Until then, we need to buy them as much time as we can.

Understood?

Understood.

Do you always have to have the last word, Kepler?

No.

Gentlemen.

My colleague and I have conferred.

We've agreed to continue negotiations.

Negotiate?

Do you have any idea how powerful the loom is?

It can tear a hole through the realms and patch it up like nothing happened.

Only a fool would turn this down.

Stubbe's Guide to Transformation.

It's literally everything you ever wanted to know about werewolves

but were too afraid to ask.

May we examine it?

You may do whatever you like,

for the right price.

Look, all I'm saying is if you want to be a secret society,

don't slap a logo on everything.

Branding matters. Here.

What's this?

In honor of our adventure this morning, I call it a "Jekyll and Hyde."

Hamish, that's fantastic. What's in it?

Coke and red wine.

Don't you clowns ever shut up?

You're still here.

The world's not ready for two of me.

Yeah, well, we're done, so

you want me to get you an Uber?

As if I even want to hang out with your stupid wolf pack.

That's not what we're called.

It's obvious you mutts are up to something.

Tell me, or I'm turning you in.

You're blackmailing us

to hang out with us?

What? No.

Don't flatter yourself.

Look, we're just going to some weird meeting

with your possibly weird professor.

Actually, I think it's best that I did that one on my own.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. First Jack, and now you?

Why's everyone trying to keep me out of the game?

Because, man, you don't want action, you just...

You don't wanna sit still 'cause you don't wanna think about her.

So that's it?

Our friend gets sucked into Hell, and I'm...

What, I'm grounded?

Exactly.

Look, as much as I love watching hot guys fight over me...

- Not about you. - You're still here?

How about a compromise?

You go to the event

while we scope out the professor's house.

What's in it for you?

Maybe I'm a good person,

dickhole.

Maybe I don't like seeing people get hurt.

Is that enough for you losers?

You're always saying divide and conquer.

Reconnaissance only.

Text me if you find anything.

- Be careful. - God, you sound like Vera.

"Text me if you find anything." "Be careful."

"Don't slaughter innocent bystanders."

Don't slaughter any innocent bystanders.

He's always saying stuff like that. He doesn't mean it.

Dear God, help us.

There you are.

No. No. No. No.

What the hell?

You're not supposed to be in here.

I was looking for Alyssa.

We tried to be cordial about this,

and you've taken advantage of our hospitality.

It's time to treat you like the hostage you are.

I have to say, Orbin,

as far as hostage experiences go,

this has been one of my favorites.

It is so refreshing to hear that from a hostage.

Well, just from the minute I arrived here,

it just felt so

peaceful.

- Was it like that when you joined? - I was born here, raised here.

My whole life is here.

So.

Are all Prometheans born into it?

We do accept new members,

but only when someone dies, to replenish our numbers.

Our magic relies on a very precise balance.

And we share that balance with the earth.

Impressive.

We've discussed it as a group and we all agree.

You'd make an excellent member.

I'm flattered

but

you wouldn't want me.

My magic isn't working.

There's something wrong with me.

There is nothing wrong with you.

I'll show you.

Our power comes from all of us,

living and feeling as one.

You're a hive mind.

It's called the Egregore.

You've been experiencing its effects all morning.

That warm glow of welcome?

That's us.

I've been feeling it, like...

Like shadows of people passing through me.

Emotion

empathy.

It begins like that.

Soft and unclear.

But as you become fully immersed, we can share everything.

Every thought, every fear,

all knowledge and memory.

Through the common

we are one.

Trust me.

You fixed me.

You were never broken.

Not here.

Closed for a private event.

Where'd you get this?

A mutual friend. Jack Morton?

He couldn't make it, and he said this would be right up my alley.

Maybe next time.

Uh... Look.

I know I look like one of them,

but I think like one of you.

Cover's 20 bucks.

Feels more like a "pay what you can" sort of event.

Look, if I was out of bounds back there, I'm sorry.

I was looking for my friend.

You okay?

Someone else's lips, and all she does is think of you.

What does that even mean?

Means you're an idiot.

And a werewolf.

And you're really lucky.

Hey! Alyssa.

Jack, hi.

Uh, what is it?

I need to talk to you. Alone.

Of course, Jack.

No one's trying to stop you.

We need to get out of here now.

- That would be rude. We're their guests. - They know I'm a werewolf.

Someone else must have seen me in human form when I was here

looking for the Order's stuff.

It was never here.

You asked them about it?

I didn't have to. It's called the Egregore.

The what?

The first stage is empathy, but eventually we'll share everything.

Who's "we"?

The Prometheans want me to join them.

Oh, sorry, I shouldn't have told you that, or about the Egregore.

Alyssa, are you reading their minds?

Not yet. Right now, I can only hear the thoughts they direct at me.

Okay. Okay, I shouldn't have told you that either.

Look, you need to stop communicating with them.

Shut them out of your brain.

He did what?

Is that true? Did you kill one of them?

I'll explain later.

Well, the Greeks had a word for the process of turning ideas into action.

They called it "praxis," but it is more than an idea or, or a concept.

It is the path to the new world,

and that's why we call the group Praxis, which is...

Yes?

Okay, yeah.

Everyone, please top up your drinks.

We're about to get started.

This place is depressing.

- I'm depressed. - Just hurry up.

Aperiatur.

You murdered their friend?

It was self-defense.

I'll hold them off as long as possible. Get as far as you can.

Shut up.

This way.

This way.

The ones behind us are closing in, and there's two more that way.

Alyssa, are you reading their minds? Can they read yours?

If you can't pay attention when we're not being chased,

I'm not explaining this shit when we are.

If you know where they are, they'll know where you are.

Leave her alone!

Too late, Jack. She's not yours anymore.

Alyssa, what are you doing?

I'm sorry, but...

We've made up my mind.

Stay back.

Look, I want you to know I respect your agency as a woman,

but also, fuck this bullshit!

Show-off.

Well, thank you all, uh, for coming out.

Some of you I've met before,

some are new,

and some of you may not believe what you're about to see tonight.

Some may call what I'm about to show you

anarchy,

or sedition,

or even terrorism.

And they'd be right,

because the truth is

those are just other words for "freedom."

Freedom... It doesn't come from asking nice.

Freedom comes from rising up.

Freedom comes from fighting back.

Freedom is never given.

It must be taken, and what we must take,

what we must reclaim,

is a secret so ancient and so powerful

that it has lived and died several times already.

A secret that could change the world,

a secret that must change the world.

And that secret is this...

Magic is real.

Tarraing an tintreach!

I can't believe it.

You only got 60% on my Ethics test?

Are you kidding me?

Look, I had one hour to study.

Jack, there's no escape. You need to surrender.

Not yet, I don't.

What are these things?

They're the Egregore.

We need to get word to Vera, and let her know what's happening.

They're not gonna let you do that.

I'm sorry, Xavier, but this deal, it's just not good enough.

Not good enough?

What more do you want?

The loom, the Lost Book of Council, the sigils of Moloch...

The Definitive Book of the Dead?

I think what my colleague is trying to say is that you insult us with your avarice.

Obstruatur!

Ow.

Well, if you think you can get a better deal elsewhere, be my guest.

Last I heard, Temple Mundi was operating out of New Orleans.

Fine.

As you wish.

This place used to be a lot more fun 35 years ago.

The Grand Magus had a pinball machine.

Wait, that's it?

What else is there?

The trade is off the table.

Your shock spell is effective, but it can't protect you forever.

There was never going to be any trade.

You didn't come here for help. They're lying.

How can you be so sure?

Because of what my disciple just carved on your forehead.

Well.

That's just rude.

You want to tell me what you're really after?

Proof. Proof that your werewolf attacked us,

proof that you robbed us.

We robbed you?

And if your disciple's begging for help, we have our proof,

and soon we'll have our revenge.

Xavier, wait.

Yes.

My werewolves raided your compound.

Too late for honesty. You had your chance.

They went because they thought you robbed us.

- Don't tell them... - Shut up, Kepler!

Can't you understand what is happening here?

Someone is playing all of us, hoping we would end up just like this.

You're not going to start a war.

You're too late, Grand Magus. We're already at war.

You're damn right we are. Now!

Kill them.