Letitia leans into him a smile upon her face; "Sounds like a plan, I think I can concentrate enough to get a big hex off. What's that after-shave, it's nice?" she says slightly breathlessly. Ruefully she shakes her head; "The alcohol might have got me slightly more than I thought, now lets go to the room and put on a show." she blushes.
After Kenneth puts her down, she adds; "I didn't mean that, I meant take them down..." blinking she realises what's shes said and hurries off down the upper storey corridor to the rooms. She opens the first vacant on and waits for the Celt to enter. Inside it's lushly furnished, although the sheets look brand new as does the wide-screen TV upon one wall.
Danny grins like the canary that ate the cat as he makes the steel monstrosity scream a final chord to the current song. The crowd is INTO it! And so is he. It takes a moment, or two, to remind himself this isn't what he's here for. And another to remind himself not to enjoy this too much. It's hard, because Danny loves being the center of attention. He figures this right here is probably the closest he'll ever be to understanding what a White Court vamp feels like when feeding. The music, the crowd, the dancing, the ENERGY,...
Danny shakes his head, he can practically taste the pheromones in the air. (Taste heck, he could almost DRINK them!) He's pretty sure he's gotten them right where he wants them.
Unless he's already gone too far,...
But that thought dies before a second has passed. One thing Danny does not lack is self-confidence. He's Danny Kaye! There's not much he can't do. He has them eating out his hand! And now for dessert,...
Danny starts sweating, even more than he was. It's almost as if the whole room were fighting against him now. He may have started the ball rolling a little TOO much. He shifts gears. He wants to make the music work with him AND them. He switches songs to 'Poison', and spins another knob with his pinkie.
THAT'S more like it! Danny uses the song to accentuate the feelings flowing around the room, (and in some cases between people with nothing but space between them) and in reverse. He uses the emotions running rampant to accentuate the SONG. He lays a little heavier emphasis on the lyrics revolving around how bad an idea it was to continue the current course of action. And then he leans on it, hard,... trying to get the crowd to not only feel what they're already feeling, but to accentuate the danger as well. He revels in the moment, feeling this just might be his best performance in, well, ever! And then he takes that energy, that passion, and puts it right back into his performance. Win or lose, this show is gonna go down in history!
Out of the corner of his eye, Danny notices the new gal, Sal, dragging a couple of guys onto the floor. (It might actually be more fair to say that they were dragging her. Although 'dragging' in either direction indicates an unwillingness to go somewhere. And all indications were that they were anything but unwilling!)
Hoping Sal is ok, and not falling under the champagne's influence herself, (she did drink at least 2 flutes!) Danny tunes her out and focuses on the song. It's almost there, but not, quite. He can feel the tension turning, the sheer overpowering wave of lust turning to an equally heavy soup of tension,... not quite,...
Fear turns into action, Danny drops the final verse, and ad libs. But the words come out only vaguely understandable, as he's singing from his heart, and a possible memory. The heavy rock song takes on an alien feel as Danny sings words he can't even translate. These aren't just another language, they're from another world, and they take Danny's tension-laden morass of emotions, and begin to make it spin,...
The lust, the fear, the tension, the release, both the ups and the downs, Danny plays them like a maestro. He turns the desire of lust and the anticipation and turns it into the fear of the unknown, he moves it from the exciting fear of discovery to the fear of pain, of loss, and even disease. He spins desire into mistrust, want into apathy, and need into fear. All the while that same bass beat pounds, and the light show has faded to a single, blood-red, dull pulsing in time with the beat.
His steel contraption screams out the final chord, Danny holds it long past the usual 3 beats. Long past the unusual final chord of a heavy rock band, and way past that into the realm of the uncomfortable. He finally allows it to fade, almost painfully, away. The final whisper is almost a sigh of gratitude at being released. The lights dim to darkness.
And the original tent lighting returns. The plain white light is painfully harsh and glaring after the magically enhanced light light show. It seems to reveal everything, Like turning on the kitchen light at night to reveal what the cockroaches and everything else actually do when you aren't looking.
Danny stands there, looking, and panting.
Axe finishes up his prep work, goes to the walk in freezer and texts Danny, am guessing he doesnt have Sal's number and kicks himself for not getting it.
text:
"Dano; txt Sal 4me; @prty in Kitchen; 411 is Chinese on Lake; VIP's, maybe WMD, Champaign maybe tainted"
to the young guy,
looks like we are finished up here; lets see if we can help clean up out there, there are always someone who wants to talk to the chef to either complain or compliment. Most chefs fear this part and duck it, but someone needs to find out how well we did and if any adjustments need to be made. Being a chef is about serving others, no place for arrogance.
Axe, makes sure he knows the head chef by name, goes out the door to look at those dining; look at the band; toward the lake, and to see if there is anything need doing and looks at the wait staff to see if anyone is signalling a problem and casually looks over those dining; tries to get a count of how many people are here and the tactical setup of the guards and the grounds.
Kenneth pushes the door open, once again lifting the Warden off her feet, this time spinning her around and pretending to kiss her neck while scanning the room for the cameras that he knows are there, somewhere... Harps and Bagpipes! it's a cryin' sin that I cannae even let myself enjoy this even a wee bit... Alone for months tae this in two days... It's pure dead torture, it is.. I need tae have a wee chat with Laura about where we're at... and tae ensure she dinnae want tae shoot me afterward.... Now where be that wee boggin camera?
He keeps up the act while slowly making his way toward the bed, taking things slow as if he were a little unsteady on his feet from the drink.
Sal hits the floor with the two men, focusing on keeping Military Man dancing by challenging with increasingly athletic moves him while simultaneously using him to run interference on the politician, who certainly has indulged in the champagne. Keeping his hands from straying is quite a challenge. Still, dancing seems a good way to burn off the jitters, and she takes every advantage of the mood changes in Danny's music to keep the pesky politico from getting too frisky.
She tries to keep the trio near the door so she can keep an eye out for any couples trying to leave, but it's tough. The tent is a kaleidoscopic whirl of color and music and it's just too easy to get swallowed up in the rush.
Sitting upon the bed, it sighs gently under his weight. The firm mattress offering support, covered with a breeze of Egyptian cotton. The soft material is warm and soft to the touch, with though gone into making this as luxurious as possible. Plump pillows rest at the ornate headboard.
Idly Letitia picks up a remote control and the big screen bursts into life. Sprawled across it is a skin flick, at the groaning television Letitia turns crimson. After doing a quick double-take; ham-fistedly she mashes at the button to turn it off. Very flustered the plastic box starts to spark, a wisp of smoke rises from it as the box fuses and the television is dark again. "At least I know my hexing still works." she says to herself ruefully.
Looking around Kenneth finds a pinhole camera in the lamp, positioned perfectly to capture the pillow and thus anyone's face who happens to be there. Although Kenneth cannot find any other camera obviously in the room, the one he has found doesn't possess the angle to show too much skin. Opening the bedside drawer he does find a host of assorted items.
Sal & Danny
The floor is packed. A heavy set man pushes over a table; just to make room to be nearer the music. No-one is left seated, they gather towards the oncoming storm of sound. Their bodies already glistening in sweat and lust, shirts have been discarded by many in the audience. A shinning horde of flesh roils before Danny as he plays, the light playing across them as it strobes.
The music thrums and as the first bars play; there are whoops from a few of the crowd as they identify the song. An excited vibration runs through the politicians, hands go in the air as they reclaim their youth. The years drop from the audience
In the centre, there's some elbows and pushing as a group starts to dance throwing their bodies around in excitement; their cares about tomorrow stolen by the potions and the sounds.
"♪ I wanna Kiss you.♫
♫I wanna hold you so much.♪"
Some individuals start to act this out as for a second Danny's confidence falters and the notes lose their magic. However, he quickly picks it up gaining back his legendary confidence and the fey blood handed down from his mother crafts an illusion.
However one think Danny does notice so enrapt in the performance is that one of the audience is recording the whole song. Everyone bounces up and down forgetting all thoughts of amour, of lust, their souls lost to the music.
The dark guitar starts to shimmer. At first Danny thinks it's just the lights, but it seems to react like a living creature under his touch attuned and predicting everyone of his improvisations. Together man and machine make the melody alive.
After the harsh lights come up everyone is on the floor, collapsed having danced all their energy away not just the lusts. The rest of the band are on their knees cross-eyed and gasping. However Danny feels so alive, adrenaline coursing through his veins.
Everyone has danced themselves unconscious, including the waiters, bouncer (Sal's friend), politicians, hookers - basically everyone but Saraya.
The lights flash from the billowing tent where the entertainment is being held. Far from the sedate affair of most politicians, there seems to be listening to heavy rock. And you can just tell it's Danny's singing - and it's amazing!
Their are few wait-staff at the moment, they are probably all in the tent where drinks and sweet canapés are being served. The security are regular camera's and lights upon the side of the building, two men near reception, two near the entrance and probably another pair patrolling.
Looking to the lake there is a boat upon the surface bobbing, and two or three people or dogs (or something else!) down by the docks. Where there is a punt or two lined up.
Entering the tent you can see everyone has collapsed in a sweaty heap near the stage, in various stages of undress.
Sal watches the politician and SAS guy drop with some satisfaction as the lights come up. "See... shavetail... not... in... shape... for... this," she pants, then staggers over to the stage. "Ever think about playing Soho?" she asks Danny.
Danny stands there, panting, eying the aftermath. He admits, silently, to himself, that he really hadn't expected that to work. So well.
He grins, and throws up up the horns, over his head. (Although it is an effort to raise his arm that high).
"Thenk yew, thenk yew veddy much!" He says hoarsely. He winks at Sal.
WHy? You think they're ready for me?" He grins.
Then Danny turns back to the band behind him. Drawn by his charms, They had rejoined his music and he had entertwined their playing with his own without even realizing it. So much for their 'break'!
"Don't let 'em stop boys! We'll never get 'em up again!" He grins.
Hoping that that burning smell is a whiff of a candle and not his Axe, he turns down a couple of knobs, flips off a switch for safety, and rolling rock beat courtesy of ZZ Top.
"She's got legs!
And she knows how to use 'em!,..."
Kenneth smiles at Letita and her obvious discomfort, and motions toward the new "treasures" he's just found... If the movie gave the lassie pause and made her flush, I dinnae ken wha' this will dae.... But the hexing should be most impressive...
He smiles mischievously, and leans in, whispering, "Now, lassie, ye cannae let your discomfort show so easily... after all, the ladies of the house are s'posed tae be professionals, ye ken. 'Tis one thing tae act demure... Some men, I'm told, really like tha'... but this be another thing all together."
He rocks back to the drawer and produces a pair of fur-lined leather cuffs as if they were a trophy, saying, "Now it's your pick!"
He leans back in, as if to nuzzle her neck, and whispers, "Not that I dinnae appreciate your blush, 'tis most becoming... and I must admit to being more than a wee bit curious tae see how far it extends..." Blast it, lad, ye need tae keep your mind on what you're here tae do, and nae what you're pretending tae be about...
Feeling the Warden's discomfort surge as he teases her, he whispers, his voice much more businesslike (at least, he hopes so, he's really trying), "Aim for the lamp..."
Sal & Danny
As Danny looks behind him he sees that the rest of their band are on their knees, gasping, barely able to hold their instruments let alone play them.
The audience is unconcious upon the floor, having danced themselves into the arms of Morpheus. All the alcohol, exertion and magic has caused them to collapse.
At the far end of the tent, Saraya stands sarcastically clapping. Crimson silk t-shirt to match her hair, appearing quiet sweaty for she too was caught in the dance. Her legs slightly buckle forcing her to brace upon the table. "Well done, Danny." she says slightly groggily. "Haven't danced that hard since I had to perform for the Red Queens Court."
Kenneth
Eyes goggling at the contents of the draw a small shiver ripples against Kenneth, as the line of the Wardens body is pressed up close as they sit upon the bed. "Mmmm... yes." her voice a thick throaty whisper.
She bites her lip concentrating as if upon a difficult question, her hand tentatively reaching out to the open drawer holds some underlying curiousity. There a slight shake and the watch upon her wrist jangles. Softly she murmurs a phrase in an unknown language and there's a hiss from the lamp. Black smoke drifts from it as the camera is fused.
All her heightened emotions and feelings have caused the hex to work. "Well, the champagne worked then." she says lightly. 'Just as planned.' she kids herself.
Sal & Danny
As Danny looks behind him he sees that the rest of their band are on their knees, gasping, barely able to hold their instruments let alone play them.
The audience is unconcious upon the floor, having danced themselves into the arms of Morpheus. All the alcohol, exertion and magic has caused them to collapse.
"Awww,... all done?" Danny pouts.
At the far end of the tent, Saraya stands sarcastically clapping. Crimson silk t-shirt to match her hair, appearing quiet sweaty for she too was caught in the dance. Her legs slightly buckle forcing her to brace upon the table. "Well done, Danny." she says slightly groggily. "Haven't danced that hard since I had to perform for the Red Queens Court."
"I don't know which surprises me more. That you actually performed for the Red Court, or that you lived to tell the tale." Danny raises an eyebrow.
"It's exciting, and sexy. I like it!" He smirks.
He glances around the room, something tickling his memory.
"Wait, was there, did I see somebody videoing this? I gotta get a copy!" He grins.
'And keep that from hitting the internet!' He adds to himself in what he tells himself is determination, NOT panic.
Sal glances at Danny, not understanding his concern. "Uh, aren't there maybe other things we should be doing?" She nods towards the house and lake and leans as if to go that way, then hesitates, looking between Danny and Saraya uncertainly.
"Is she a friendly?" she asks Danny very quietly.
Sal glances at Danny, not understanding his concern. "Uh, aren't there maybe other things we should be doing?" She nods towards the house and lake and leans as if to go that way, then hesitates, looking between Danny and Saraya uncertainly.
"Is she a friendly?" she asks Danny very quietly.
"That depends entirely upon your definition of 'A Good Time'." Danny replies with a whisper and a smile at Sayara.
The short singer continues to look around for the person he thought he saw with a camera, or cell phone, or something.
"Um,... someone else is bound to come in soon, this might be a little hard to explain why we're the only 3 still standing." Danny says with a little concern. His brain immediately divides the quickest options into two categories, hide or flight.
"We should either kick back, relax, and join the rest here in a little siesta, or get the heck outta Dodge! I'm good, either way." He grins.
Sal grimaces slightly and prods at the nearest fallen dancer with a Doc-booted toe. "I can't leave the others behind. If you want, Letitia's car is outside the wall. If you're safe with Red there, maybe you two should get some transportation ready. She looks pretty wobbly. I'm going to check on the rest."
She gives the musician a little smile and pulls out her phone. "Chances are nobody will see me if I don't want to be seen. Here, take my number and give me yours in case we need to get in touch. All I have is Trip's, and he's in the hospital in London. Don't expect much backup from him."
Saraya sits down, "I'll be fine darling. Usually you get a bit wobbly after a party?" she looks to Danny patting her knee. "Here's somewhere to sit... or some beds inside?"
By Great Dionysus Jubblies!
it looks like a Dionysian ritual to Axe, he expects them to now begin and orgy of sex and violence. To the Batroom!
he grabs a couple of linens; will change into his armor; put his white chef shit and apron over it so on a quick look wont be so noticable, put a service .45 from his bag behind his back, will take his sheild like a platter, rounded side down; put his short sword on it and put the linens over it; and load it with drinks and snacks for the band. He will put his helm in a bucket; put a towel; then fill it with ice; then head to the band area to deliver his tray.
Text to Danny; "damn; on my way with food; hang tight"
if the kid is still around and asking questions; he thinks the kid following with more food will make him less suspicious so will tell the kid
hey, you wanna meet the band; grab that tray and throw some of these leftovers on it. some glasses and some drink, not the champain; to rich for their blood, and come along. Band always hungry; you know starving musicians
Aximeus enters the tent, to find only Danny, Sal and Saraya left with conciousness. The youth, trails behind Aximeus a puzzled look on his face - however he's just none too bright. Saraya looks up with a quirked eyebrow as Axe enters; "Hello, I see you have some food? I'm a bit peckish, the others got so tired they danced themselves out!"
Kenneth smiles at the sudden crackle and smoke, whispering, "Well done... But that wasn't the only one... so give me a second to concentrate..."
He turns to the lamp, a puzzled mask on his face and lifts the now-burnt blackened thing and holds it up, as if trying to figure out what the thing is... as he begins to draw the Flames of Kildare to him....
Fires of the Forge should make work of this wee crafted thing, and all things like it.... After all, I'm sure they're all connected....
He slowly pushes a thin wisp of his Lady's fire into the ruins of the camera in his hands, and then takes a deep breath, pushing out with the flames, seeking out each camera in turn, connecting them with a tiny web of Eldritch Fire, seeking them and the thing they're connected to, receiving the data...
[/ooc]
So, all the cameras (and hopefully the computer) are now CONNECTED BY FIREWIRE
He opens his eyes, the Flames of Kildare burning within them, an awareness of the cameras in the rooms filling him, and he reaches out and pulls Letitia to him, letting the Flames fan his passions... and hers.... After what seems to be an eternity, he breaks the kiss -- the fire of his passion turning his dull awareness into a pulsating, burning web that connects him to each of the cameras.
As the lights start to flicker from Letita's conflicting emotions, he whispers, "Now, lass... Hit me with every bit of Hex you've got...."
Kenneth
Letitia leans deeply into his embrace, whole-heartedly returning the kiss whilst her mind is a whirl enhanced by the laced champagne. She feels the links running throughout the rooms; numerous other camera's linked and sending their messages to a central server. The Warden senses the occurences in the rooms her passion growing stronger in sympathy. Emotions running the gamut, she draws all her powers and throws it into the camera's linked by fire-wire.
There's a pop from over the Television and a flicker of flame, before it dies. From the mirrored ceiling there is a charred mark. Seems there was a couple of digital cameras that were missed.
Downstairs the servers explode, flames flickering from them as the information upon them is consumed and purged.
She breaks away just from him, whispering breathily; "Oh my..."
Sal smiles as Axe enters the tent but shakes her head at the food.
"That's one accounted for! Two more and we'll be whole again. Now, what about these folks? Is that roaring down by the lake a threat to them? And who's this boy?" She nods at the youth following Axe.
'the kids been working with me in the kitchen, says there is some hush hush down on at the boats; smuggling or some such. As Jimi would say; he aint experienced, if get me. I figured at that set you might need some sustanance and the kid wanted to meet the band.
to the kid
That is my buddy Danny; the singer and lead axe man, Sal and Sara each got a good set of lungs <smirk>
feels about time for, uhm, other things to get started; and you guys might need some muscle; am afeared that singing and all would get the Lord of Wine and such motivated. Such uhm prayers ta him by legend are, uhm, full of ferverous uhm..excess leading to death and destruction.
kid, after you meet everyone and such; you might want to find a bolt hole somewhere and hide, i have the feeling there are some gatecrashers to this party and a massive fight might start.
Sal nods in agreement with Axe, fixing the kid with a sharp stare. "In fact, you might want to scram, son. Get out of here. Go over the wall and far away. This is not a good place to be tonight. It's not worth whatever they are paying you."
The lad looks to the pair of ladies his first obvious thoughts give way to a shocked look. "Errr yeah, think I may do that." His gaze flicks over the unconscious people, and he bites his lip.
Turning to Aximeus, he pats him on the shoulder and gives him a nod. "Bye mate, thanks for the warning. I ain't paid by the posh blokes here, so I'll be off." then he looks to the ladies with a cheeky smile; "I would have loved to make your acquaintance...." he turns and bolts out of the tent.
After the kid leaves
so what you figure is going on here; you all seen any of the rest of our motley crew or are we it
Sal snorts. "I'm surprised he didn't go for a wallet or two. Letitia and Kenneth went into the house to destroy the evidence. We need to get them and check out whatever's happening at the lake. We can't leave these guys here without protection." Sal glances at Danny. "I'm not sure what kind of shape Danny and the lady here are in, if they'll be able to help or not."
Sal gets her pack and pulls out her baby, quickly assembling her lightweight rifle. She loads it and puts her pack back on, slinging the rifle over her shoulder. "It's not exactly a sniper rifle, but it'll do."
Axe's outfit makes her smile once she pauses to look over the four of them. "It looks like you already have access to the house. How about if I stick to the shadows outside and keep an eye on things while you go in and look for the other two. Gimme your digits so we can keep in touch." Sal adds Axe's phone information to hers.
Saraya leans forward from her seated position; "You can see what shape I'm in!" she says suggestively "Now, if you want my help, you'd better have something to offer." The crimson haired vamp says with a smile, unconcerned about the rifle.
I got my .45 on me and my sword of course, Back in the kitchen is my duffel; out of the way in the freezer; got some ordenance and such in there; would like to have it before we go to the boat; never know when you need a little more firepower or something that goes thump, and mundan things like zip ties and 100 mile an hour tape., any of the rest of you wearing armor; some of that modern stuff? These guys look like they are trigger happy; seem to be walking in pairs up here; I think I counted six guards; two at reception; two near the entrance; I saw a pair patroling but dont know where they are; saw lights and security cameras; they likely got someone at least watching them; if their serious; they got at least two watching them. Anyone got a clue what is going on here? Are we doing the right thing? all these guys out cold says YES to me. We gotta plan?
Axe takes all the stuff off his sheild so it and his sword are easy to attain, but he leaves the linen over the top of it.
what is this about evidence being destroyed; did I miss something?
Axe gives his number to Sal and makes sure his phone is on quiet vibrate.
Sal shrugs at Axe. "They were concerned that blackmail evidence was being gathered in the house. I think they were going to hack the computers and destroy the data. As far as body armor, do you see any?" Sal waves at her miniskirt and fishnets outfit. "I prefer to avoid being seen, if possible."
"I don't know about a plan. I think we need to regroup with the house team then check out whatever is roaring. I don't like the idea of leaving these people vulnerable here," she waves at the prone bodies.
Danny turns his attention away from searching for the video guy, after all, how much damage can ONE little video of a concert do?,...
Danny leers at Sayara with a cat+canary grin. He gazes at the proffered 'seat' with open consideration. Then shakes his head reluctantly.
"Teeemptiiing,... but mebbee now ain't the best time luv." He says, he looks about to say more when the Axe enters, bearing a tray of food and followed by another youth.
"Ah! Food for the band!" he all but cheers. He glances back at the rest of the band, passed out, and smirks at the sight of the drummer draped over the drums, drooling a little.
"Naw. Not gonna say it. It's TOO easy!" he chortles to himself.
Danny unashamedly helps himself to a double handful of little sandwiches.
"You snooze you loose! More for me!" He smirks. He quickly polishes off the handfuls of snacky treats as the others chatter and convince the kid to bug out. He takes a long swig of bottled fizzie water to wash it all down with.
"Oh yeah, your in great shape!" Danny agrees wholeheartedly.
"I just don't know what your in the middle of this for?" He adds with a raised eyebrow.
"Come to think of it, I ask myself the same question. A Lot." Danny adds under his breath.
"Shouldn't take Ken and Letitia too long to crash a digital server. And I have no desire to tangle with a dragon-wannabe without a LOT of support. Even if he IS off his meds!" Danny grins evilly.
"We need to be careful, there are at least a few Ghouls here. They may even be disguised as guards. And whatever we're gonan do, we need to decide and do it quick! I doubt it will take long for someone to notice how suddenly calm the party has gotten."
Sal shrugs. "I said my piece. House to pick up the other two, then check out the roaring. We take out whatever gets in our way. Anybody got another plan? And what's with ghouls? The guards I saw looked military. Anything I need to know about ghouls?"
Kenneth raises an eyebrow at the Warden appreciatively, whistling, "Now tha' was a bonnie bit of hexing.... But noo, I suppose it be my turn again..."
He untangles himself from the Warden, somewhat surprised by how difficult it is, and stands, scanning the room and then smiling. "Aye, there we be. One fire alarm. With all the smoke ye've just caused, this shouldnae come as much of a shock at all..."
He walks over and stands directly under the alarm and wills the Fires of the Forge through himself, creating a small flame that dances on his palm, One of the first things I ever learned tae do..., shaking the flame beneath the sensor until the heat triggers it and the alarms start to blare.... at which point, the sprinklers also start, quickly dousing the flames as the running water grounds out the magic.
He turns to face Letitia, slightly sheepishly, "Well, I wasnae counting on that last bit. 'Twas a good plan otherwise, ye ken."
He opens the door and pokes his head out as if curious as to what was happening, and closes it as he sees various confused-looking men and women in various states of undress starting into the hall. "Aye, well, that's working. Now, tae slip out with the crowd and meet up with the others."
He pulls a few towels from the bathroom wraps them carefully around the warden, taking a few moments to adjust both clothes and towels to ensure that her clothing isn't visible, and then says, "Aye, that should dae it. They shouldnae wonder about us tae much now." He offers the wizard his hand and opens the door, joining in to the evacuation.
Sal shrugs. "I said my piece. House to pick up the other two, then check out the roaring. We take out whatever gets in our way. Anybody got another plan? And what's with ghouls? The guards I saw looked military. Anything I need to know about ghouls?"
Danny snorts. "You mean, besides the fact that they're big, strong, ugly and smelly?" he smirks.
"They're not like in the games and books, they aren't undead. They just SMELL like it. Just treat them like you would any other tough, mean, strong sumuvab!tch and you'll be fine!" he grins.
Dannay picks up his 'Heavy Metal' guitar and resettles it around his shoulders.
"Ok, where too?" he asks, as the sound of a fire alarm going off comes from the nearby house.
"Ah! That's our cue if I've EVER heard one!' He grins.
"Methinks that Ken and Letitia found the server, and dispatched it with extreme prejudice!"
Sal's head jerks up at the sound of the alarms from the house. "Uh-oh. Looks like our decision has been made for us." She pelts off towards the house, trying to stick to the shadows and slowing down as she approaches to observe the scene nearby.
After dumping her jacket and wrapping up with towels, Letitia wanders down-stairs with Kenneth. There are are half a dozen other couples stumbling out as the corridors blaze with the relentless siren. The rain drips down upon them and Letitia is quite happy that she has a towel.
Everyone staggers outside into the cold, there are a couple of the security guards milling around talking into walkie-talkies. They don't appear to have noticed anyone of that the party is in the tent is quiet yet. You remember the Fire Station was literally across the road! Less than 2 minutes away.
Letitia nods towards the tent, her eyes slightly blurry.
"Yeah. That's what I woulda done. I probably just would have pulled the alarm switch though,..." Danny smirks.
"Quick! There's Ken and Letitia! Grab them and lets get out the back of the tent, towards the lake. WHile they are all dealing with the alarm and the house, we can take a gander and make sure ol' dragon-puss is packing his bags for the trip home!" He grins.
ghouls are semi tough; can take a beating and damage greater than a man and still walk away; they are vile and evil and I kill everyone of them I can catch; can't tolerate their existance, show me a ghoul and I will kill it, they eat people.
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axe accepts all the worlds a stage also, hehe looks like we will be grandstanding.
Axe follows Danny, still holding his sheild with the linen on it and some glasses and food on top holding it like he is delivering a pizza, ready to pull that linen off if he sees a ghoul.
we get to kill the ghouls right?
we get to kill the ghouls right?
Danny nods eagerly.
"Better you than me!" He adds sotto voice. He turns back to Sal with a smile.
"Have you ever seen a ghoul that wasn't wearing it's human face? They put the 'UGH' into UGLY." he grins.
Kenneth follows Letita, wrapping the leather jacket he just happens to be carrying around her shoulders against the cold. Looking ahead he smiles, "There's Danny. Let's go see what trouble he's gotten himself into while we were having fun.."
Kenneth & Letitia meet up with Aximeus and Danny whilst Sal scouts slightly ahead. Moving away from the house you can see a rolling and steeply pitched slop giving way to a long flat lawn.
To the left past a couple of rows of trees there is a wide expanse of dark water. The trees afford only fleeting cover, although the lawn is very dark illuminated only by the distant house.
Upon the lake is a junk, a large ornate boat. It's brightly lit and there is a small wailing coming from it.
Upon the sides of the lake is a small quay, or jetty. A couple of boats sit there, however to one side is a dog-house that appears occupied by a dark shape. Whilst walking up and down the waterside.....is a ghoul.
Danny waves Ken and the lady warden into the cover of the tent using the frantic milling about outside of the house as cover.
The singer raises an eyebrow at the way the two are 'dressed'.
"Well. I WAS gonna say that you missed the party. But now I don't know. Looks more like I may have missed it!" He smirks.
As they hide off to the side of the back of the tent, looking towards the boat, Danny nods with a small smile.
"I think our could-be conqueror got his medicine mixed up. Shame about that." He smirks at the sound of the dull roar coming from the boat.
"Wow. The dog has more sense than the ghoul. Just walking around in his fang-face? He's either not expecting trouble, or looking for it. And,... IS that a dog in the doghouse?!? Or something more unusual, along the oriental motif?"
Danny takes a deep breath, trying to adjust the weight of his heavy guitar on his neck.
"That last dance wore me out. But I could probably do a halfway decent veil, enough to keep us hidden if we're sneaky like to begin with anyway." He offers.
Axe keep up his sharade for those who may be watching from a distance and serves Keneth and letitia some snacks.
think I could mosy down to the water and offer that ghoul a snack and end his hunger permenant like? growls Axe in dead seriousness.
Kenneth says, "Aye, I was thinking along the same lines. In my experience, Ghouls dinnae much care for getting close and personal with a sacred claighbeag... However, I'm more worried about the guards we cannae see, since tha' one's so painfully out in the open like that."
was wondering about that myself, got no respect for a man that would work with a ghoul though, wonder if they know, think we should ask them?
"The only problem is, the guy in question doesn't THINK he's a man. He THINKS he's a deity. Or at least a Dragon." Danny smirks.
"You feel free to ask him though. I'm interested to hear what he has to say for himself. I'll be right behind you. Well,... WAY behind you!" He grins.