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Souls Lost on Black Tides [WoD]

Robbert nodded a bit. "I can get you out, as for getting your things it'll depend on where they are. I don't want to linger around here if I can help it." Robbert said and started to take the keys and unlocked them. "I'd appreciate whatever distraction you can make, the bigger and more damaging the better." He said and backing up to the cell door, looking for any other guards or the frenchmen. "So where are these things they stole from you?" He asked, wondering if there was any other weapons or something that he could take for himself while here. He glanced at a locked and added. "Hold on I think I found them." He moved over to it and found a clear bag with guns clothes and other assorted stuff and another one with his black pearls. He came back and passed the items over to Mr X. "Here you are. Now if you don't mind I should be leaving. Good luck with whatever it is that you need to do." Robbert said and headed down the hall moving to try to find the exit.


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"Ahh hello there Audric, sorry to hear about that sound like quite the pain in the arse.... Yes i got the information on the forsaken but um about the Lucifage..." Lupus said entered the elevator. "Well i met her and... well she's a very interesting character, i think I'm going to try and spend a bit more time with her since were partners now... However i can at least confirm there are demons with Lucefage members, in fact one almost killed me.. fun times Audric you should join me sometime for old times sake." Lupus says as an obvious joke. "But on a more important matter I'm currently in a wheel chair on my way to visit the forsaken hopefully. Some troubles happened and now one of the tribe members is dead due to the pure so I'm focusing more on stop an all out turf war than my wunderbar Lucifage friend here... Oh and about the wheel chair, got shot, it was in my bad leg so its not the worst i guess. My dearest apologies for not reporting sooner though, so far its been hunters, angels werewolves and demons... Is there anything else you need? Or shall i let you return to that nasty little bug hunt of yours friend?" The elevator slowly made its way down...
 
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..Oh. Oh no. Saede came to the sudden realization that she was right. The mother. There was no way that the murder could have been done by a human, and still ended in the way that it had. ..Hell, if angels were real, what else was? Demons? Wizards? Dragons? ..She had no idea. And it terrified her for a moment. She recalled her thoughts, looking to the mother with a feigned confusion. "I.. I know.. But that's what I found. ..I'm sorry I couldn't find more." She glanced to the side, a forlorn look on her face. "..I just thought I should let you know that you're not the only one wondering where he went. ..I'll tell you if I find anything more useful, alright?" She pauses for a moment, noticing something. "..But what's this about him not being dead..? How would you know if he was dead or not..?" Her head tilts to the right, giving the woman a curious look.


SAEDE:


Okay, thanks. Just wondering.
 



  • @Morgy


    "Do you need help mein friend? I am horrified to hear that you encountered such things without telling us. Please tell me anything you've learned so that we may build more of a complete picture of these creatures." Auric sounded very concerned and put away his gun. His negotiator was in a wheelchair and he did nothing to help. "Maybe you should retire for now, I could give you a month off...if you're zis injured. It zounds like you've been through enough for a whole lifetime."


    Meanwhile, Oliver barked as the two ladies approached the door to pick him up. Not as if they were dangerous, but just the sort of thing dogs did when the master had visitors.


 
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@ValkyrieRose @Umbrie


"As much as i'd love to take a break Audric I would prefer to not have the pure tribe burn this city to the ground... As for other information, the local hospital is infested with angels apparently, i don't know how that works... And the demon I encountered is named Seren apparently... Look I'm being relocated now by my new partner so i have to go now, it's the same one one you sent me to investigate..." The elevator hits the ground floor and Lupus begins to make his way out with his packed things and cane. "Auric, genosse, don't worry about me I'll be fine, i'll give you a call later today or tomorrow, Tschuss"


With that Lupus hung up and made his way out towards the two women. "Ah Yuzuki, it's great to see you again! You're looking well again it seems, hell if I could I would give you a hug." Lupus says with a smile, flashing them both a brilliant smile. As he glanced at the rather small officer he made a note to speak with her later on how she knew he was a negotiator... "Now let's get going shall we?"


"Woof Woof!" Oliver barks happily, excited to see where they were going next with Lupus's new.....Friends?
 
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Yuzuki waited patiently... rather too patiently, for Lupus to finish his conversation. She was happy to get some downtime after that fiasco. She had only begun to wind down after the angel incident, and it was starting to get to her. She focused on just relaxing, enjoying her new vehicle with a smile, turning on the radio station. "alright, address set... it'll take some time to get there so i hope you all brought a coloring book or something." She says, letting Lupus get comfy before revving up the engine and heading off. The little girl in her wanted to use the sirens, but she kept that part of her in check.
 
Robbert moved down the halls passed the jail's processing room, finding no guards was a stroke of luck. He moved at a speedy pace though the basement. He reached what looked like a main room and saw some strange box with glowing buttons and if he had time he'd like to know what in the hell's this was, maybe some kind of storage closet? He pushed the strange room out of his mind as he headed up the stairs into the garage.
 
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..What. Why was he..? Kal? He hadn't even bothered to change his clothes, and then he came here? What was the meaning of this? She turns to the mother, almost going to try and comfort her before deciding it was wiser not to. She stands up, glancing between the two of them. "I'm sorry.. I'll look harder; he has to be in one piece if there wasn't even any blood." As Saede was about to leave, an idea enters her mind. She was just full of those today. "..Say, before I leave. Do you mind if I check out Narcosis' room? It might have.. Some kind of clue. At the very least I might be able to get a lead." The girl smiles to the mother hopefully, doing her best to ignore Kal. She would talk to him later. ..If he didn't try to kill her, that is.
 



  • @Xistund @Trickster Queen


    Day 5, 9:10 AM


    As Robbert entered the garage of the manor...it was dark. The whole place was still underground and devoid of sunlight, but here it seemed even darker than normal somehow. The floors were eclipsed by shadows that seemed to have no source, and the walls were crawling with patches of darkness as well. A large black van stood out among all the other cars like an ink stain on a white wall. It didn't seem to belong there. "Glad to see you made it." A small smile could be seen in the dark. "I guess we won't need to break you out. I was expecting Xanthus to be here, but he made his choice...we can always come back for him." A woman stepped out of the van, covered in a cloak as she stepped toward the pirate. She walked very carefully and with grace, and the back of her cloak flapped slightly. He would notice that her eyes were two different, but very bright colors. Her clothes overall were similar to an officer's uniform in Robbert's eyes besides a few parts that dangled and drifted around in the air like her sleeves. The entire thing looked very organized, with both red and gold trims running across it. Her hair was dark green, with a patch of white on the upper side, and she had bangs that dangled down to her chest.


    "Listen, your soul is dying...so come with us before you wither into nothing!" She took his cold dead hand and pulled him into the backseat with a warm shove. It wasn't uncomfortable, the seats were leather and fairly thick. They were similar to the padded back of a coach, but even more comfortable. She helped Robbert buckle the seatbelt and returned to the driver's side. "Oh! I forgot to introduce myself!" She spun the wheel at the front of the car and to Robbert's surprise the entire car would turn and they would make their way out of the garage. "I'm Tenebris, they call me the Queen of Shadows." She drove him down the street and across town, seeming rather calm for having just dragged him out with a dire warning. For once, the people who took Robbert away seemed to welcome him and not act hostile. They drove off through the morning sun toward another part of the city, moving away from the manor and towards Robbert's new future.

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-Session 2: Chasing Shadows-

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Session 3, Scene 1: Darkness Dawns


Marcus rushed back into the room, gripping his radio, "JEAN! Something happened downstairs! We need to-JEAN!? Where are you!?" He grabbed the door of the freezer, swinging it open, "Jean?!" He searched frantically, but Jean was nowhere to be found... He stood there panting for a moment, slowly realizing through the rising panic, what Jean had said before he walked out...


"Shit!" he cursed in a half-snarl, wheeling to run back up the stairs to the kitchen...


- - Upstairs... - -


Jean sat on his haunches next to the corpse, the axe hanging on its chain from where it was slung loosely over his shoulder, his tail forlornly curled halfway around his side, he sighed with discontent as he looked the young Donna Arland over one last time. He and her would-be-medic had laid her out on her back, put her in a more dignified posture than the one she'd landed on the floor in when she was mangled, wiped most of the blood and hair off her face with a scrap of Jean's clothing, and... put the slurry of organs back into her chest... If one ignored the fact that the entire front of the once light-purple now purely-dark-red blouse she'd worn to work today had been shredded along with the skin and bones beneath it, the young woman might have even looked peaceful, the formerly light-brown hair brushed aside as neat as it could be with the blood matting it, her eyes closed behind the mostly-unbent glasses, the broken frame removed, her pale face no longer contorted in agony... This was, at least, closer to as it should be...


He closed his eyes.


He knew would forget this name, this face... he'd forgotten ones more important to him in the past... But not until long after he'd told the Arland family... He wasn't even sure what he would tell them, only that he'd have to speak with them personally...


...Perhaps it would help if he had Gillian MacAllister's severed head as a paperweight on his desk when he did so... That would be a great comfort, to have the man who'd caused this senseless death brought to justice, to be able to tell them that of his countless probable victims, their young Donna would be among the last... Perhaps he would put his visit off: it might comfort them to know he was devoting himself to the case, even if nothing he did could give them back their bright eyed girl...


She was just a clerk. Not even an accountant or a paralegal, she hadn't even gotten halfway through college yet. She was only a clerk...


...And as long as her murderer lived, he would stop at nothing to avenge her.


(( Guilt averted... for now. ))
 
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Robbert gave him his items and it was a good thing that he did too, Xanthus needed to figure out what he was going to do now that he was alone with his task. He opened up his suit jacket and applied the holster for his pistol which was then loaded and slid into it's set-up against his chest. His gloves were slid onto his hands and glasses affixed once more - he felt complete again, a whole once more and it was something that could only be described as euphoria. The long blue locks of his hair were slightly messy, probably from having been carried into his earlier containment cell. The guards were taken care of by Robbert's quick thinking, having negotiated some form of peace for their lives by taking their things and locking them up instead. Something inside of him wanted revenge for having interrupted the duel he had but that was an impulse that he swayed aside and threw away.

Speaking of the duel, where was Sword now? A small observation led him to find that Sword was still very much alive and well, just unconscious inside of the cell next to his own. What a foolish vampire - wait, was that how he really saw Sword? He wasn't sure, why did he feel that way about the man? Regardless, there was little more to do here than to exit the jail area and begin his ascent up the stairs back to the upper floors only to find that he was on the inside of the Vault he had seen before, though this time the door was open - probably a parting gift from Robbert's excursion. He sighed softly and rubbed at his face, recalling the events of the battle in vague blurs, he wasn't in control at that time, he didn't know how to deal with the mixture of emotions that welled up inside of him.

Xanthus moved past the open Vault door and across the garage - he had two options at this point two different elevators that would lead him to different sections of the house - what was more likely to get him to where he needed to go? Beyond his levels of doubts, he chose to go up the main elevator, stepping inside and clicking the '2' button on it. Hopefully Robbert would do well wherever he went - he had to thank him properly later but for now he had a mission to do.

With a 'ding' the elevator opened up and Xanthus stepped outside of it, leading out to a hallway on the second floor that connects to several rooms and the library, he was back to square one. "Into the lions den once more..." He whispered beneath a hushed breath, letting his blue eyes shift back and forth around - there seemed to be no one of direct importance on the way to the Library's entrance. Which to his eyes after leaning over to balcony showed the very dragon-like being that had been in his dreams once before cradling the body of a deceased girl alongside some other man - thankfully not the one he was after from the looks of it. A shame that someone had died but he had to carry on, he couldn't let his curiosity or his emotions weigh him down. Did that make him a monster? Was he losing touch on reality and how devastating the loss of human life could be? Xanthus didn't know... he felt like he was beginning to lose track of what was even right in this world anymore.

Figuring that going downstairs was a definitely bad choice if he wanted to peruse his way towards his goal, he instead moved out of the library balcony and towards the room the girl had entered in before which he assumed was her room, aiming to go inside and make the biggest decision he had made thus far. He needed to find the girl - to confirm that she was the one he was after... to set the wheels in motion.

This was the beginning of the end.
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- - Library - -


Jean sighed, rising to his feet. "See to it zat ze body is taken care of... We know who did zis and will begin planning our counter-attack tonight, but everyone should stay on high alert... I..." he looked down at the blood caked onto his chest, scowling with disgust, "I need a fucking bath..." He shook his head as he turned towards the door, walking out towards the foyer. "I'm going to get my radio, if I'm needed again..."


- - Upstairs - -


Marcus didn't even notice Xanthas leaving the library behind him as he sprinted down the hallway, making a beeline for Jean's quarters. He scrambled at the heavy oaken door: it wasn't locked, but he was a little panicked at this point. He pushed his way into Jean's sitting room and let it swing shut behind him, "JEAN!"


...No response...
 
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Day 5, 5PM


Pointing her fingers like improvised turn signals, the only way she could properly guide directions due to her disability. Because the driver didn't seem to be the type to understand sign, let alone trying to bank on the ambassador knowing, the small officer, had no other option. she physically couldn't reach the pedals at only 5'1" but at least pointing was a form of sign anybody could understand, even if it would be a bit annoying.


A short distance southwest of the Dollhouse, an Apartment complex in a lower rent pocket neighborhood. Building #4, Suite #16 was the destination. An untouched parking space roughly five yards from the building itself, closest place to park and cross roughly 16 feet of pedestrian only ground before entering the building. unlike most other parts of the red light district; this was one of the more peaceful and less active pockets.


She had to escort the two to the main entrance, the 4th building, like the three before it, had 24 suites per floor. The main entrance had an elevator or a Staircase, making these akin to indoor Apartments. it was structured akin to a small hotel more than apartment complex when the cleanliness and indoor structure of the building was taken into account. she had the keys she required inside her inner skirt pocket. after leading the 3 to Suite 16. there were 4 rows of 6 suites apiece per floor. each one the size of a 2 bedroom apartment. so 4th room in the third row. she would withdraw the keys from her skirt pocket and unlock the door. it was in good shape, despite its age. the Apartment complex was hardy and resolute. simple, but comfortable. Suite 16 had a kitchen, a single bathroom, 2 rooms that could pass for bedrooms, one of which appeared to be turned into a storage room, there was a couch, and pretty much a single bed in the bedroom. old but comfortable. she didn't appear to have much in the way of furniture, so she went for having comfortable furniture, there was a bookshelf, an entertainment center with a television that was mostly there for gathering news. a laptop case containing an old but reliable and functional work laptop. seemed more the home of a starving artist than the home of a junior police officer. there storage room appeared to be closed with a paper sign that red "Storage, travel at your own peril".


it seemed she didn't have much, but also that she indulges herself in other things. the kitchen was loaded with decorative knife blocks, some of them with cold iron knives, some of them silver. but they would have to be closely inspected to be revealed as more than fancy kitchen knives. she pointed Lupus towards the couch and beckoned with her fingers for Yuzu to follow her to the bed they would be sharing purely for Platonic Reasons concerning space, she would need to plug her phone into the charger. she couldn't speak just yet, so she couldn't lay down ground rules. she needed her phone to finish charging. but the whole group probably needed a shower and she had to prepare for her night shift.
 
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Yuzuki had taken a little bit, following Madison's pointing with relative ease. There wasn't much for her to do at this point besides follow the directions. Usually she would hum or song a song, but instead decided to let the radio play, losing herself into the art that was rock music. Nothing made you feel ready to kick more ass than Metallica... or so she told herself. The past still weighed on her mind greatly.


Once they arrived, she excused herself. "I need to make a few calls. I know the suite number so I'll catch up." She says, getting some distance from them and pulling out her phone, dialing the Lucifuge. "It's me again. I've been a busy, busy girl." She said, and went on to tell her boss about how seren took over the police, and how they came under attack by werewolves... and about the angel attack. "I get the feeling this city is going to become a battleground soon, especially after what that she-wolf said. Think we can handle that? Not to mention pesky angels..."


((Vice changed from Pride to Paranoia))


@Umbrie @NovaPheonix
 
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@ValkyrieRose @RockstarRaccoon


"Oh dear! That all sounds horrible! Where are you right now? It sounds like you're in quite a lot of danger...I'd honestly rather have you hang around here until things blow over." The succubus answered on the other end of the line. "Wait, did you say that we are in control of the police now...?" The woman paused for a moment and sighed, "That clever devil is too cunning for his own good...I'm going to have to talk to him about this...is Seren there now?"





As she checked the texts coming in from her phone, she would find a few from Soren:


-These gangsters are so loud and annoying, can we send them somewhere else?-


-One of the detectives had a whole stash of occult stuff here! You gotta check this out! It belongs to that guy who died!-


-He messed around with the cameras too, there's a whole bunch of video missing...-


-There's some people in his Contacts that I've never heard of, I'm gonna make some calls. Who the fuck is Jean? Do you know him?-


 
"I'm at one of the cops place now but you're right, i might come down there for some protection- mother knows i've been waaaay too under attack. I could use a break.. and probably a drink or five." She admitted,. "I'll be by there later- need to stash Seren's contract with you guys too." She said with a smile... the lucifuge were all family, and it was showing too..


She checked Seren's messages, looking at them. "Ooh! I do love a bunch of occult stuff. I'll run by the station to collect some goodies, The gangsters... what the asylum ones? Why don't we use them to lure that Robbert guy out? And...I don't have a fucking clue who Jean is ( :P )" She sent to him returning back to the call.


"Should i head down there now then?"
 
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@ValkyrieRose


"As long as nothing's stopping you...I don't see why not?" Yuzuki's boss shuffled around on her couch "You know where to find me...I'll be waiting~"





-Good idea! I'll hold them here for now and we can use them later against whoever that guy is...if he's a real captain...I'm sure he'll want his crew back-





This part of the city was pretty seedy and bright. Signs advertising sex were everywhere on the horizon, and it felt like a truly sinful part of town. This was the perfect breeding ground for demons and sinful spirits, and the place where the Lucifuge made its home. Most of the demons, about 70% of them were all concentrated here. The others were working with Gillian's group, but he was mostly considered part of a rogue faction.
 
"Well, what a marvelous abode you have here if I don't say so myself, don't you agree Oliver?" "Woof!" Oliver agrees as Lupus wheels himself into the apartment, making sure to stay close to his human companion for the time being. Oliver had taken notice that something changed in Lupus after he had gotten angry, it was something the corgi hadn't felt since the day that him and Lupus bonded.


Lupus was feeling great on the other hand, his body felt different, perhaps it was the relief from finally releasing the pent up anger he'd had since this morning when he had gotten shot. "Alright Yuzuki I'll see you later then..." Lupus said wheeling himself towards the couch that the officer had gestured was for him. "Oh thank you i think I'll- gahhh!..." Lupus groaned and keeled over slightly, his leg beginning to convulse. "E-excuse me for a moment as well..." Lupus said quickly wheeling his way to the bathroom, a death like grip on his cane, Oliver at his heels. 'What in bloody hell is going on!?' Lupus thought to himself as he locked the door to the bathroom.


After locking the door Lupus dropped his cane with a clatter and gripped his left thigh for dear life. "Wh-what the hell is this?!? grrr... fuck!" CRACK! The broken bone in Lupus's leg began to snap and grow back to it's original form, before a bullet was lodged through it. "God what is this? grrr..." Lupus groaned in pain as his muscles began to twist and contract back around the bone, restoring it to what it once was. It was less pain but more of 'what the hell his body was doing', it felt unnatural the way his flesh was twisting. Lupus closed his eyes, it had to end soon. After a while the pain died down and Lupus's bullet wound was gone, what was left was a panting Lupus on his back and a worried Oliver nuzzling next to him. "Well... that was quite the thrill ride don't you agree Oliver? heh..." Lupus said with a small chuckle laying his forearm over his eyes in exasperation, bending his left leg experimentally before rolling up his pant leg up to see what happened to the bullet wound, it was gone. "Well that's an interesting trick... I like it. Say...Oliver, can you do this?" "Woof!" "I'll take that as a no. heh."





Day 5, 6:30 PM


((New tell: A Wolf's meat.))


((Virtue: Patience>Optimism))


 
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Robbert was not sure what to make of the woman who had helped in his escape. This Tenebris had said many things that overwhelmed him and took him into one of these car things. He had so many things to ask and was not sure if he fully trusted this woman yet. After all everyone he's met who was not a criminal had so far locked him up, even when he was willing to play along and talk to that Orefo fellow he had found himself in chains, after having an ordeal of his live he was not in the best mood for that shit at that point. "I thank you for your help there but there are things I need to know. Mainly who and what are you, how do you know about me, why save me and most importantly what do you mean my soul is dying!?" He was sure there was more he would have wanted to ask but they seemed like the most important things at the moment. That last thing seemed to worry him the most, he would rather not want his soul to die just after he got rid of the leech that was attached to him.
 
Madison hadn't really had time to take a shower, so she would have to do it when she returned. She had to prepare herself for her night shift at the Dollhouse while her phone charged. At the moment, she had to take the persona of an unarmed civilian, because the brothel had a no-weapons policy. well, cutlery was fine, and she could at least keep her hair ribbons and her contact lenses. However, her armor and her knives wouldn't be allowed past the door.


She packed a silver bagel knife from the storage room into her lunch pail and prepared a vegetarian eggplant parmesan sandwich on a ciabatta roll using leftovers from a handful of nights ago. About 3 or 4. She would have to change inside the storage room as well.


Well, off came her boots and grey stockings and off with her striped panties and her miniskirt. with a simple unbuttoning of her shirt and her blazer. she would button up a pale blue undershirt and slide on a pale blue pair of low rise boyshort style panties she would cover with a black silken pair of bloomers, black hosiery, well, thighhigh stockings she would slide up her legs before she grabbed the exterior piece, a black and white gothic lolita dress, a short but loose fit for easy running away. She had to button on the dress from the front and tie a handful of sashes. She buckled on a pair of dressy flats, grabbed her lunchpail, her purse, an 18-inch square blackboard, an eraser and a pack with 18 sticks of chalk, each one was a 6 inch long stick that came in 6 colors: purple, white. blue, green, red, and yellow.


When she stepped out of the storage room fully clothed, she appeared to be a completely different individual. one a lot more youthful than the girl from earlier


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The small mute placed her improvised "speech kit" inside her messenger-style satchel purse. having it hang loosely over her right shoulder. It also contained a lunchpail with the vegetarian sandwich pieced together from 4 day old leftovers and a ziploc baggy containing raisins. The drink was well, a 1.5 liter bottle of extremely sugary and sweet grape juice. She needed to indulge herself, and what better way than sugary grape juice with a mid shift snack between clients. It wouldn't count for much, but it was a minor act in her indulgent ways.


She had her wallet and her identification cards and she would spend a good 15 minutes walking off to resume her shift. After the "Miscarriage" the brothel had heard she had...well, it was part of a cover. She had to walk, because the bus was too crowded and she was just a bit too short to reach the pedals. It was a good thing she lived so close, 15 minutes walking northeast from the indoor apartment complex, as she exited through the north exit. Hopefully no trouble would happen. To disguise her scent just in case, she had to spray herself with the scent of honey and strawberries. A popular scent to protect herself from being tracked by trained dogs or whatever the Pure would use to track her. It was a common scent at the dollhouse, a bit strong on the sweetness. She had to be as secure as possible. She placed the perfumed deodorant spray back inside her purse. Besides a silver bagel knife inside her lunch pail that would be assumed to be used for slicing her sandwich. She was otherwise helpless.
 
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@Xistund @Trickster Queen


Day 5, 6:45 PM


The sun started to set as they drove through the city, the light of dusk reflecting along the woman's face as she turned her head slightly to look at Robbert. Her heterochromatic eyes blinked at him and she started to explain. "We've been shadowing Xanthus for several years." She continued to use the word 'we' as if she was talking about multiple people, rather than just herself. "He was gifted, and he also inherited his parents' talents. We worked alongside our employer to hide him, and distract him with small time jobs..." She took a shallow, somewhat pained, breath, looking towards the road again before turning to Robbert again when a street light flashed red. Her red eye glowed bright red as well, but Robbert wouldn't be sure if it was glow from the light or some form of technology. "I just found that...your soul was deteriorating when I was scanning for him inside the manor." She continued to drive when the light switched colors, denying him any further explanation for the moment. Her body seemed to shake and twitch slightly, as if she was distracted by something. She had a sharp, direct, and proper sort of speech pattern. Very mature and somewhat dignified while also being lilty and soft sounding. There was a slight English accent, but it was very faint.
 
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"Alright, I'll go do that then." She says, thinking about it. "I could really use lucifuge protection right now, since I think I'm still being hunted by angels...and who knows if those pesky mutts will be coming after me." She says after a brief moment. "I'll be by shortly. Thanks." She says after a moment, hanging up. Well, that was definitely something she needed to do. She had done enough for the lucifuge in the past to merit protection, so at least she would be safe..


Going inside the apartment finally, she took a look around. "It's a very nice place. Homely." She says after a short moment, Using a short amount of deductive logic to figure out where Lupus was, she knocked on the door. "Hey, i'm going out to this club where the lucifuge hang. Meet me there when you're done...groaning." She says, giving him the address. "I'll be out, I have work I gotta take care of." She says, getting back in the car and driving off to go visit her remaining family.


once she arrived at the strip club...the place was bustling, as is expected. It was large, incredibly so, with two stories easily, and a basement for the...official lucifuge matters. She was greeted with loud techno music and the aroma of musk and pheromones, made to lure people off guard... and the drinks at the bar in the corner served to help with that. It was colorful, but mostly dark colors, crimsons and blues lit up the area. Sensual but fast music was played by the dj while girls did strip club things, showing that, pole dancing was, indeed, an art form. The upstairs area was for VIP members. Any member of the Lucifuge was automatically allowed inside. It offered a view of the whole club, and the best drinks money can buy... with more enough secret weapon stashes in case a fight occurred. It didn't look it, but this strip club was a fortress. Downstairs in the basement was triply reinforced... god help any creature that decided to fuck with the children of Lucifer


She went up to the VIP lounge, where she would see her boss with a few others on the plush, red velvet couch. Yuzuki grinned, clearing these people away and sitting next to her, one leg crossed over the other. She leans back, taking some juice the bartenders used for mixing. The vip section was partially soundproof, the music was a lot quieter here, though still hearable. Looking down, she saw some people in the quiet booths, getting extra special dances, the kind with no tops and a lot of cash, and laughed. "I see business is booming."
 
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"Alright Oliver I think it's about time we get going, Miss Yuzuki wants us to meet some of her friends so that should be a joy, don't you agree?" Lupus said, getting up with a sigh, the bullet wound seemed to heal well. That was some good news. "Woof!" Lupus petted Oliver's head with a smile. "Don't worry. I'm fine boy, now let's get going. It's rude to keep a lady waiting, shall we?" "Woof woof!" Oliver barked excitedly as Lupus put on Oliver harness and leash. It was rare that Lupus would put him on it a leash, but they were going to be in the city so it was best to play it safe. "Alright. Let's get going then..." Lupus said to himself as he left out the front door adjusting his hat, cane in hand and his knife pocketed his his suit jacket. Sending Audric and Bill a quick text. 'I'm out of the wheelchair, regeneration stuff happened. I'm good now.'





Day 5, 7:00 PM, Lucifuge club.


A strip club....That's where Yuzuki wanted to meet. He pinched the bridge of his nose. 'Really? Why would you invite me here to meet your friends...' Lupus thought to himself painfully as he looked his attire up and down, he was wearing a grey suit and carried a cane. He looked like he should be back at the office than in a club. "Let's just get this over with... and Oliver silence, no barking boy growl if you need to tell me something..." Lupus said putting a finger to his lips before he entered. It was a pretty chaotic place, drinks, women, dancing, flashing light, is this what young people did? Perhaps going into work at such a young age brought him out of the loop. 'Well it seems like a lively place, matches her attitude pretty well I would say..' Lupus thought to himself as he made his way to the VIP lounge , where Yuzuki instructed that he would find her. "Well it's good to see you're having a good time Yuzu." Lupus said with a charming smiling as he entered the lounge looking rather dapper in his suit and tie, he moved to take a seat next to Yuzuki, not afraid of getting to close to her. "Ahh you must be the person that Yuzuki wanted me to meet." Lupus said extending his hand. "Lupus Firebrand, it's a pleasure to meet you Miss?..."
 
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Robbert looked at the woman, so they wanted Xanthus, he guessed that's Mr. X. "So if you wanted him why save me?" He asked wondering if they wanted something from him. "I mean if I'm not the one you were after, you could have just not got me out of there. I'm not used to people doing things out of the 'kindness' of their hearts. So I take it you want me for something." Robbert said looking to the woman, his cold dead eyes meeting hers.
 
Saede went quickly to Narcosis' room, scavenging through it for anything useful. ..Much to her surprise, she actually found stuff. The first thing she found was a contact book containing all the information for the casino. She held onto it, quickly sifting through some of the numbers and deciding it was worth hanging onto. The second thing she found was a pentagram on a necklace. ..What the hell? She picked it up, holding the chain in her free hand and turning. "..So, Kal. Long time no see." She says cautiously, slipping the pendant into her pocket. "..I can only assume that we're both here to help find out what happened to the poor boy who lived here, no? I was hoping we might share notes, make a bit of progress.. Not kill each other.. What do you say, hm?" Saede offered him the fakest smile she could muster, continuing to talk in an upbeat voice halfway between trying to actually convince him and mocking him. A small bit of magic would imbue themselves in her words, as if taunting him to reveal more than he should.. "I've been keeping Melody and Helen safe, if you were wondering.. And if you start having trouble my house is always big enough for a third guest. I haven't actually killed anyone yet - And neither have you, though not for lack of trying. So.. No harm done!"
 
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