Duana
Henri seems to be a spiritualist that works with the dead. Tybalt has worked with him before and he could know about the woman.
Danny nods, "Yes, well, it sounds like Ty was uncommonly wise. NO one crosses that woman. Not without regretting it. If they;re lucky enough to live that long." He smirks wryly.
"But 'Larry Hughes-Smythe', an interested buyer that couldn't get what he wanted, THAT sounds like a motive to me. How about you Axe?"
Danny, Axe & Jericho
Timothy takes a sip of his drink, gentle pulls Sara to sit on his lap. "Well he might be at your bar, right love?" he says looking into the blonde womans eyes.
"Yeah, If not him then one of his lackeys." she replies blushing as she looks at the others; unused to this level of public affection.
FOr his part, Gelert stares sullenly at the door and then chuffs out a breath while Duana puruses the files of paper. Being unable to help in his this endeavor, he instead remembers the pretty woman with the ham sandwich and the smell of the helm's iron about her and his ears perk up and he immeditaly stands, shakes his fur flat, and then trots over to the door and paws at it, rumbling to be let out until someone does so. He gives the person a blink of his eyes and then trots out. He takes down the entire look of the place, making sure he can find it again when he comes back, and then he streaks off into the night in pursuit of the smell of the woman from before.
Gelert, huffs and pushes at the door until somebody lets him out. Night is falling, the big hound runs out soon his black coat minges with the dark.
Behind all of this you can taste a hint of the metal, the tang of the magic that makes up this unique item. However, there are a couple of lines criss-crossing the city...
Gabriel walks in latter on, having sensed the mood of his compatrort he decidely left her alone and became reaquainted with his old home, then having found the kitchen quickly puts together a quick but efficient meal, the staff always tasked with stocking the larder, and brings it to Duana. As he passes by he juggles the plate and doggy snack for Gelert and then lets the dog out after giving him his portion. No reason to keep him here, after all he's smart enough to come back, hope he watches for cars. he thinks before sighing deeply and enters Duana's temporary domain.
"My lady I made some food do you wish it now or shall I put it on the table for latter?"
Duana looks up from the files at the Frost Knight's interruption, but is slow to respond.
"Deprecating now, is it?" she inquires. "And if I were to tell you that it were not the need for sustenance that compelled me at this moment, but sexual gratification, which response has our Lady coerced you to give?"
Duana peers over the edge of the file she is currently reading and makes a critical assessment of the table between them, and finds it wanting. "I do not believe that this particular table will be equal to the task," she adds after a moment.
Duana peers over the edge of the file she is currently reading and makes a critical assessment of the table between them, and finds it wanting. "I do not believe that this particular table will be equal to the task," she adds after a moment.
-Back at the apartment over the alley,...-
Danny gives a small grin at the lady's embarrassment.
"Well, I think we should add him, or his lackey, to our 'need to speak with' list. Where's your pub at? And what time does he usually show up?"
"Anything else you can remember, that we maybe should know?" Danny asks politely. Now that he's more relaxed, Danny's hoping that he will fill in a few more blanks for them. If not,... well, They could go and talk with mister hoidy-toidy.
Gabriel meets the gaze of the woman for a time remaining silent before placing the plate down leaving the food where it is before moving to lean against a nearby wall to study the girl more intently.
"Is that an order m'lady?" he asks finally leaving that single statment hang in the air for a time before saying more.
"I heard rumors about you and that traitor Slate. I didn't believe the rumors as we had just met in court and thought you were a fair hand at a blade just thought they were more fey half truths. I regret we have come to this uneasy bickerking back and forth. May I ask when this strated when we started to compete? For what Maeve's attention? I am her knight with a lift of her finger she can make me slit my own throat you think I like this idea? To live by anothers whim? I serve to stay alive because I want to live dammit. I was half frozen in that cave where Maeve found me and made me a devils pact. Serve and live or die. So I chose life, you are angry about that? Or are you angry about this power? So I ask once more princess, is that an order?"
Through this he didn't once raise his voice and after he met her gaze unafraid as if in challenge.
Silently the dark Hound moves, before he comes to an alleyway where the small of the metal mixes with that of blood. Yellow and black plastic tape stretches across barring those of Gelerts Mistress' size. But he can move straight through easily, this appears to be the scene of a hunt. Blood splattered walls, the aroma of viscera and life-blood. From here the scent goes two ways; one stronger towards a nearby house and another out of the city centre.
Approaching the nearby house carefully, the gardened courtyard. Gelert clambers over the wall. The inside of the house is well lit and Gelert can see a balcony and a semi-open window, stretching the Hound can see inside.
Looking inside he sees that the smell comes from the manacles in Jericho's pocket. No, it's stronger than that it is also the same smell as his metal gauntlet that he wears to cast his spells. Remembering, there was a similarity of metal as when you saw him in your .
[ooc]Interact if you wish or follow the other trail(s).
Gelert stays in the shadows for a while and then sniffs again, recognizing the man for who he was and remmebering long ago when he had encountered him before. The metal he wore was virtually the same in scent and feel of the magic bound within it and he cocks his head at the memories. He remembers the man to be kind and rather nice, at least when he was a puppy, but then again, Gelert had been akin to god-like in cuteness when he was still a pup.
With a chuff of his breath to announce his precense, he decides to investigate the man a little more before heading out. He stalks out of the shadows and into the light so that Jericho can see him, his lupine eyes staring straight up at the man. He cocks his head quizically at the human-iron-bands and he sniffs deeply and rapidly before wagging his taila few strokes and sits down. He gives the man a short, non-agressive Woof in greeting.
Afterwards he streaks of after the other smells.
"Rumors concerning myself and Lloyd Slate?" Duana repeats, eyes widening. "I know nothing of his defection save that which pours from his own mouth for our Lady's pleasure.
"I will remind you that you are bound to my Mother, sir. I am simply issue, and one that would easily be supplanted should she take another lover. So long as I remain useful to her, I continue to exist. If I lose even that favor... mortal or sidhe, there is nothing that will withstand her wrath."
Duana pulls the file folder back up in front of her face. "Maeve's breeding progrom has already failed, and I cannot discern a particular advantage you would have over a true mortal. Your lies disgust me," she concludes.
"If you are still taking orders, I would like paper and pen. There are several... intricacies I wish to map before we proceed."
Danny, Aximeus & Jericho AND Gelert!!
A large black dog comes through the balcony windows, Gelert !, he sniffs Jericho up and down and gives a 'Woof' in greeting. Tim pulls Sara close to him and warily eyes the dog, but has a confident air to him.
TIME CHECK FOR EVERYONE - Late Afternoon/Early Evening 7pm ish
"Of what lies do we speak of? I merely say there were rumors naaturally I discounted them I liked you take that as you will. But you quickly proved to just be another schemeing fey just looking to hurt others for your own amusement."
He says this quietly and then bows and turns to go in search of some pen and paer, there shuold be some in his father's old office but one would not know until you searched. Hopefully Duana cooled down slightly before they talked again.
"Stop!" Duana orders, hearing the Frost Knight's retreat. She lowers the file again, and closes it and places it on the table. "This is entertaining. You claim that my schemes have hurt another.
"If your eyes are so blinded by our Lady's Frost that you cannot as of yet discern machination from free will... I would like to know before we delve deeper into this" Duana states and throws open the file she was reading, and taps her fingernails on the photos from Vietnam. "If my suspicions are correct, this file contains information about the origins of the item my Mother seeks," Duana closes the file again. "I ask again, save for the unfortunate Lord who so angered Maeve he fell to my blade, whom do you have direct knowledge of me harming?"
Gelert wags his tail in a friendly manner and sniffs at the man and woman's feet for a second then sits down on his backlegs and looks up at them expectantly, as if asking them to also take a seat so to continue a cordial hello and greetings. He looks up at Jericho and woofs again and jerks his head up slightly when he does so, reminding anyone aware of the current cultural greeting of a very canine version of What up?
He then gives the large man a deep nod of his doggy head in a greeting. Years ago he had also come in close contact with this prominent warrior, in a backalley years ago doing battle against some very wrong-smelling beings. He smelled of blood-soaked iron and sweat constantly and that was the sort of smell that Gelert was not soon to forget, much like Gabriel's, cept for the Knight's smell was of frozen blood and the hint of winter flowers. He even allows the man to scratch his ears for a few seconds then he chuffs out a breath as a signal to cease. He was a warrior, as well as a huge dog, a noble beast of the purest of bloodlines. The itch behind his ear could wait to be scratched...it would be most ignoble of him to attend to it in such an animal-like fashion whiel trying to maintain such a dignified and noble persona in front of all these people.
Gabriel's body freezes his own body halting him even with his mind intent on disobeying. Slwoly he turns jaws clencthing slightly before calming his face turning his eyes to lock onto Duana's.
"I am not blinded by anyone. I am my own man, and while I work for Queen Maeve I am no dog or lover that fawns over her. I survive. I do as she commands. You think i want to be here? You think I want my whole entire family to believe I died in some freak blizzard and buried somewhere in the canadian rockies? Gabriel controls himself knowing he had gone off and likely given a few things Duana would bring up later on. Watch it she is still fey
Turning his head he looks down at the photo she pointed to taking her at her word, so far.
"Rumors mostly, I am never sure of what is truth and what is false in the court." He considers her silently wondering if he should tell her of Maeve's intervention in her duel but decides now was not the time.
But then feels a great weight come across his shoulders and he feels suddenly very...tired...tired of all this bickering tired of the constant struggle with this woman who he wished for a comraderie of equals in the world of fey and their intrigues and their half lies half truth.
"I don't know anything anymore. Think of me what you will I can be a silent servant or a friend if you wish it. But I for one wish no more fighting, you are the Queen's daughter, I am tasked to serve and obey as long as it does not go against her strict orders. I am a slave, at least you could escape to the hunt."
Danny, Gelert, Aximeus & Jericho
Timothy looks down at the Hound and rubs his head non-chalantly. "Sara Bar is the 'Evil Eye Lounge'; well he shows up after dark Larry does. You know cause of the" *fffffaffaffafa* "blood drinking and all."
Sara walk out of the room only to return a couple of moments later with some bacon, moist and tender with just a hint of butter from where it was in her sandwich earlier. She puts it on the floor. "What, yeah heard a rumour that his vamps were getting into a turf war with someone. I would have to ask Mother at the bar for any more info. There you go, butch."
As Jericho rises, a steel manacle falls to the floor from his pocket. This manacle is made out of the same material Gelert was tracking. Sara looks aghast; until Jericho explains he got it from the ghost that killed Tybalt during the scuffle.
Duana laughs. "Escape to the hunt?" she repeats and laughs again. "Maeve's reach is not bound to the sidhe. The hunt is a tool to dispose of those unfortunate enough to cross her.
"The scars across my belly?" she says, "Her barbs. Make you no mistake. Slate's continued existence is no less piteous than mine own. Every breath I take with the illusion of freedom she hath lent me... is like ash in my lungs. If I freed Gelert I would have nothing," she admits sadly.
"For all I know..." Duana arrests herself and shakes her head, looking to another file, that with the Victorian woman. Duana's grasp of mortal time was so little, she could scarcely begin to wonder which period her father might have belonged to.
"Stationary, and a writing utensil, please," she repeats softly. "I will eat shortly, thank you."
Gelert gives the woman a deep, bear-strength nuzzle with his massive head then goes to work on the bacon, enjoying the tasty treat heartily. The meat is gone with the space of a few seconds and he striaghtens, licking his chops and then he freezes as he stares at the fallen manacle.
Before anyone can move to retrieve it, he dashes forwards, plucks up the manacle and backs off with it, eyeing everyone with a no-nonsense no-play sort of light in his too-intelligent eyes.
Alertness (for Lore)
Gelert
You have seen some sort of runes or carvings somewhere but you just cannot place them. They are probably Scandanavian.
Lore Roll 2:
Nordic Runes crafted to contain magical energies. Runic magic that channels and allows the transference of energies. The runes are carved in such a way that it also is a makers mark, personalised to the crafter.
Lore Roll 3:
Jericho's Glove, has something similar but it is if the energies are redirected. The runes appear to be forged into Jericho's glove differently but with the same methodology as depicted in the book. Read the above spoilers.
Lore Roll 4:
You have seen runes like this on the manacles. They seem to hold some sort of mystical energies. Read the above spoilers.
The manacles bind a spirit to the owners will and can order it to act in his accord.
Gabriel frowned down at Duana for a time then nods his head sensing that maybe the fight was over for at least a time he gives her a soft sympathetic smile. Possibly we can work together maybe...
He bows grasciously no hint of mockery in his posture and then says softly in reply "Yes m'lday. Would you care for a drink as well?"
"A pint of Guinness, if you've any," Duana replies. "Or whiskey. Not a pint of whiskey, but a bottle, and a glass. I do not suppose any of in your family smoked?" Duana shakes her head.
"Whence has Gelert gone?"
" Yes miss. No father had his vices but he didn't smoke and made sure we did not either. Gelert wanted out so I let him out gave him a bite to eat before I did though." he reples before setting out to round up the paper and pen as well as picking up a bottle of Remy Martin XIII and bringing Duana a small glass.
Setting the tray down he takes a few steps back casually looking at the files in front of her.
"Have you found out anything from these files?"
Duana lays out files one, three and six for Gabriel, spilling the photos in three across the table before pouring herself a drink.
"This is only a theory, but I believe what our Lady is so desperate to find can be traced to the conflict in Vietnam," she says, and sips at the drink. "It was then taken into the protection of 'The Order'," Duana pauses and shakes her head. "I am unfamiliar with the organizations mortals build, and henceforth stolen for Maeve by someone named Timmy. His phone number is contained within.
"I am not certain if it relates, but this woman," Duana opens the sixth file and lifts the photo of the pretty woman for Gabriel to admire, "is a fey creature. Likely Sidhe. The notes say, and I quote - Over heard M say on phone she needs info to black-mail Danny, to help with the ritual. Who is Danny? What Ritual? Must be careful of the crone & warn Timmy."
Duana leans back on the arm of the couch and takes another long pull on the alcohol, her eyes glittering as she regards Gabriel, as if to inquire do you still believe that I am the shadow of our Lady?
"Whom do you wish to contact first? Danny, or Timmy?"
"Hey! You never said you owned a mountain lion! Oh, it's you Gelert. This is the dog that I was telling you about earlier guys. He belongs to the lady I ran into. Looks like he's taking a walk on his own. He Seems to know you Jericho." Danny says, giving the large dog a friendly scratch behind the ear before continuing the conversation.
"Great. A turf war. Between vamps. THIS just keeps getting better. Maybe before we go talk to this guy I should go trade in my guitar. For a rocket launcher." Danny grumbles halfheartedly.
"Hey! WHoa! EASY puppy-power!" Danny says as Gelert snatches the manacles from the floor. He raises his hands defensively, watching Gelert cautiously.
"Hey, what is it boy? Are you pulling a Lassie on us? I know your smart, but are you trying to tell us something? Wait a minute,... Jericho, you said those manacles came from the attacker in the alley? Maybe super-pooch here can track the culprit?!" Danny says excitedly.
"Maybe we don't need to run down leads! With any luck, Gelert here can track the guy, thing, whatever, that was carrying these, and lead us straight to him!! What do you say boy? Can you track the one who had those cuffs? Can you? Come on, track? Can you follow the trail boy? Why am I talking to a dog?"
Danny
1 or less:
You have seen some sort of runes or carvings somewhere but you just cannot place them. They are probably Scandanavian.
"Hey Danno, welcome to the party; this here is Miss Sara; and this here is a local Detective. Miss Sara is a practictioner and a witness to the death of a guy that a young associate I work with tried to help; my friend is accussed of the killing and that is just yellow snow. We got us a real alphabit soup here of characters; thought you might enjoy this and I know your keen mind would catch things my dull one would miss. So looks like someone has enough juice to get a phantasm of some kind to kill a guy who had a special box; and it stole the box and dissappeard; I hope Big Old Gelert gets here soon; would like to ask 'em to sniff around n see if he can get a scent; might tell us a thing er too.
<shakes gingerly>
check out this garden; really something."
<watches the converstation develop, when Tim enters>
"the soup thicknes"
when Gelert gets there
Throws him some dried jerky from his pocket
"Hey there, am glad you came buy; I would really like you to check out that alley fer whatever you can sense; murder happened down there; maybe by some kind of spirit and my friend is blamed for it. We gots a lot of our hopes riding on you."
"Jericho was asking me about some Viking runes; but I havent heard about any viking manacles."
<counts things out on his fingers>
"So, we got an antiques dealer that dont like the sun beinging up; a spirit/ghost/phatasm thing that kills, Miss Sara the witness; Tim her associate hopped up on whatever it was, suggest you avoid stone tables, who acquires and delivers things; Tybalt who knows of the object who hired Tim; the intended of the sale who got stiffed, not allusions to a Vamp tuff war; what court? you heard anything about this Detective? this soup is so thick a spoon would stand up in it/
Look; I still gots some time to poke around; Gelert; would you mind comming to the alley; Danno, where you suppose we should head next, the antiques dealer or this bar Tim is suggesting? Its about 7pm and I gotta be at work around 1am for the late night shipyard workers; they come in about 2am fer their lunch, then I gots the morning till 7am if the morning crew comes in on time."
Gabriel thinks for a moment, "Seems to me that we should try and find Timmy since the files mention he hadn't figured out who Danny was." He looks up to Duana looking for a confirmation.
Gelert backs up a little more with the manacle in his jaws, his mind on many other things besides tracking for the group of males, including Smiling-Leather-Jacket and Blood-Metal-Warrior. He growls low in his throat as a small warning not to try and take the manacle from him before he can ascertain exactly how it relates to his mission. The Helm was of utmost importance to him, much more so than an impending in-war with Life-Drinkers.
After he has found everything he can about the manacle he drops it to the ground and licks his chops then looks back behind his shoulders towards the night. He chuffs and then looks up at Danny's question and cocks his head quizically and then wags his tail only once. He sits down on his haunches, manacle between his paws and he gives a grunt, as if to express annoyance beind compared to a Border Collie sterotype but he then shrugs in a doggy fashion, sniffs at the manacles and tries to find a trail for the scent.
Maybe if he found out somethig for these people, he could get back to his real mission, and then back to Duana.
Gelert & the Gang
"Fair enough... although it did appear our friend Danny had some magical abilities as well," she says and swirls the alcohol in her glass. "This is one mortal convention that I have missed. The telephone I can do without."
Duana pulls the appropriate file closer and retrieves the notation of Timmy's number, and looks at it for a number of moments.
"It occurs to me that I've little experience in this," she says sadly. "How does one convey 'You were hired to steal something for my mother and wished to sell it for a better price, give us all your information or I will cut you?' over the telephone? Or do I?"
Duana shakes her head, and takes a long pull on her drink. "I have never believed that I belong in this world. This mission is just as like another one of Her schemes to alienate me further."
Gelert, Danny, Aximeus & Jericho
Aximeus talks about the information that has been gathered. As he mentions 'Stone Tables'. Tim looks darkly at him and turns to Sara, who gives a barely perceptable shake of her head before taking his hand uncertainly. His mood instantly calms and a small smile spreads across his face.
"I am afraid I have no idea of Laurences' Court. It's the type of thing Mother deals with. He goes around dressed like a Dracula parody of one of those 80's New Romantics." Sara replies.
Tim cuts in "If you want you can meet us at the bar tonight. I can point Larry out to you, 'Evil Eye Lounge' once you have finished giving your dog a walk."
Jericho stands "I believe I have a couple more questions to ask the young couple. Maybe I'll see you later." he says to the group as they prepare to follow the trail Gelert has found.
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Back in the alley all is as you have seen before. Gelert sniffs around and he can easily find the trail of the metal (or the manacles/helm). Through the dark the trio walk; Gelerts pace increasing. Despite the days smells and the magic waning effect of the days' sunlight, Gelerts tracking is straight-forward.
At one point there appears to be a fork as one path intersects with another. Gelert holds to the fainter path out of town before it fades entirely; it also is the one that has a faint tang of blood.
"Well,..." Danny drawls out thoughtfully to Axe's questions. Keeping a wary eye on Gelert, who has apparently lost interest in the manacle he was so determined to have a moment ago.
"Not sure. Not really looking forward to talking to someone who might decide to use me as a snack later. But it might be useful to know how badly he wanted the box."
"I can already tell you that the original buyer wants her box. She's already sent people to get it. Ran into them earlier. Personally, I'm inclined to help them. I like living." Danny says with a wry smirk.
"I have a feeling that some questions might be a little clearer if we knew what was supposed to be IN this box. It would be lovely if we knew what all the fuss was over. What about it Jericho? Or Tim, you helped move and prepare the box. Any clue as to what such a specially prepared box might be used to hold? I'm afraid that MY mastery of magic ends with pulling a rabbit from a hat." He shrugs self-deprecatingly.
"Otherwise, It looks like Gelert here might have picked up on something? If so, I say we follow him first and see what he leads us to. Come on boy, you can do it!"
Danny & others
Tims face darkens, contorting his hansome bronzed features. "I don't know what it contains. It was empty and Tybalt told me to take it...." he pauses the strain showing on his face. As something is blocking the memory or recalling waht happened. Sara lightly touches his arm reassuringly. "It's alright, cofio" her light voice whispers.
"..Changs Chinese Takeaway. Up by Heslington. He told me to keep it in the light lest It escape." Tim says in a rush, the words tumbling forth from his mouth. Using a sleeve he dabs away a trickle of blood from his nose. "I wouldn't open it. Even Ty didn't want to be near it."
Gelert, Danny, Aximeus
The trail is quite direct through the back streets and alley ways of York, passing through dark terraced housing. The group moves through the more affluent areas to a nearby suburb, the housing is basic council houses. You walk to the sounds of crying children and the barking of fighting dogs. The cars you pass on the street are old and rusty, the smell of cigarettes and burnt chocolate from the old factory assails the senses.
Gelerts tracking slows; the scent becoming harder to follow. Looking about the street sign shows it is Harvey Lane in Acomb. A row of shops line the street half of them boarded up, those not are closed at this time of evening. Excepting a fish & chip shop.
Gelert flicks his tail back at Danny's praise as if to respond with "Naturally" then he resumes, his heart beginning to pound and nose frantically sniffing about the place in search of the source of the scent and the blood. He was getting close, he knew it, the hairs on his back were beginning to stand on end and he jerks his head up and looks about the entire place, trying to spot something that might mean him, or the others, harm. He was not loyal to them, but he didn't want to see any of them hurt.
Alertness (Surroundings)
His keen senses pick up on anything out of the ordinary, and any percieved hidden threat he faces boldly, fangs bared and rumbling. Otherwise he continues tracking.
Gabriel frowns and thinks for a time.
"Why not pose as a delivery man or some such a gift from someone perhaps even one of the people that is mentioned on the files? Merely pose as one asking for confirmation of the address and we just go there and address him in person?" he says with a certain spark of inspiration.
Duana licks her lips and sets the cup down on the table. "Your comfort with lies concerns me," she says, then leans back against the arm of the couch, stretching her impressive frame, which is still clothed. She draws in a breath and slides a hand across her cheek and plunges it into her dark hair, closing her eyes to slits as she considers. "As much as I am loath to admit it, the Summer boy would have greater experience in this particular area."
Gabriel shrugs and then flushes slightly as he catches himself eying Duana's stretching form. Tearing his eyes away he looks off to the side towards the door.
"I prefer just to get things done. Sometimes the truth hurts to much....like letting my family know I am alive..." he says this last part softly trailing off a look of hurt crossing his face before turning to stand near the window his hands gripping both sides of it in obvious thought.
"Summer will always have their own ends and purpose. It was their side that went crazy and almost started a war."
Gelert, Danny & Aximeus
Gelert smells around the road in front of the shops, his senses take him to a small car parking area next to the row of shops.
Clawing at the ground he peels up faint strips of ectoplasm - the stuff of the Never-Never that the Hound is so familiar with. Around it the other two can see faint markings of a summoning circle and a couple of droplets of blood.
Looking around there are a couple of (PIR) lights on the building meant to illuminate the cars, but they are not working. Hexed or simple vandals.
Though the area is not completely exposed the location is rather precarious for blatant magics.
Aximeus & Danny - Looking down you notice Gelert sniffing a nd staring at something. You see a car move along the street, leaving behind a short, stocky woman with half a shaved head and a mohawk. He hands are wrapped around the back of a young asian boys neck, as if she is propelling him forward. A small grey terrier is at her side.
"As though any of us have any choice concerning the plots our Ladies initiate," Duana replies concerning the the Summer's mad plot, and shakes her head.
"Truth now, Gabriel. I have observed the rules of hospitality and not broken my guise here," Duana begins. "Are you under orders from our Lady to seduce or lay with me?"
Gelert slowly begins to quiver and a distinct and intimidating rumble begins to sound from him and the hound takes a few steps out of the alley and stands in the woman's path, blocking her from continuing on. His hackles raise alarmingly and the leonine ruff on the back of his neck bristles as if shot through with electricity. The rumble builds until it is a bone-numbing growl and he bares the tips of his clenched fangs at the woman, paws set and backlegs bunching slowly up in preperation to spring forwards should he need to.
Intimidation (Not to terrify, to make the woman stop)
The dog focuses his attention both on the woman and child in tow as well as the rapdily fleeing car now holding the man who smelled so strongly of evil. He longs to give chase and to catch the man and bring him down for whatever had made him so very wrong.
Gabriel glances to Duana, eying her lovely form once more.
"'Serve me in my needs, my choice is your will, my cause is your cause, my sword serves only you. My life....is yours.' Ever heard of that vow? Its from my families motto. We were knights in the service of the Hungarian Kingdom. We said that vow for over a hundred years. Father to son..until the fall of the kingdom." He pauses looking to her, looking for a reaction.
"I took that oath for the queen. Little did I know...but this is all insubstantial. For this is not what you asked. "
He gazes into her eyes. "Would you even believe me if I told you?" he finally asks.
Gelert, Danny & Aximeus
The punk looking woman turns at the Gelerts Barking, where her eyes should be maggots crawl out of the holes and down her face. Looking closer you see the leather jacket she wears is old and torn, her hands withered with nails looking like claws. Thick, brittle and yellowing much like her teeth as she hisses at you. The boy makes a slight whimper, which he immediately stifles as if knowing the price of noice.
The 'womans' sockets stare at Gelert, trying to get into his mind and make him realise she is the apex predator.
Initiatives
Danny
Gelert
Aximeus
Woman & her little dog too
Intimidation Defence
Set-Up The woman is in the middle of a deserted street, in front of a terrace row of shops. You 3 are to one end stood in a dark car park. It is a cold february night and the woman is not happy, she is holding a young asian boy (about 8-12 years old).
"you hurt that boy and I will make you wish you hadn't; I dont mind cutting you into a lot of peices and spending the next few hours stomping maggots...speak your piece"
Intimidating looks as he is getting very angry at seeing the weakness of this boy exploited <code: sheltering arm>
Duana licks her upper lip and frowns. "I thought I had escaped Her once," she says. "I... tore Never Never and crawled through it, my only magics. There was a man on the other side. He took me home. He f~#$ed like he was possessed, and not once objected to bringing others to our bed."
Duana shakes her head and chuckles softly. "My very first love, in the employ of my gracious Mother. Her purpose," Duana pauses, lifts the glass and drains it, "to determine if it were at all possible for a mortal's seed to quicken in me," Duana's smile is wan. "It is not, for reasons which I have never explored. And she did not fail to communicate to me that it was not me that my lovers desired, but her blood, everything that she had made me.
"Your inquiry proves that you have observed enough to survive at court. Should it come to it, I have no doubt that you would slay me on her order. Your magics are superior. Should it come to it, make my death clean. I do not prefer dueling whilst recovering from her discipline simply to continue to exist for her amusement."
Danny, Aximeus & Gelert
The woman sneers, "I am not here for you, take your dog & boy-toy. I will do like-wise, you don't want to get hip with me." Her words are stilted and rough, speaking through dried lips. She slowly moves slightly towards you, trying to get a better look. As she moves into the light of the Chip Shop, you can the boys startled expression and the womans husked body.
Intimidation Defence
Ax, Danny & Gelert
As the 'woman' sees the trio and the determination in the warriors eyes; a quick re-evaluation goes on. "You want the runt, he didn't taste nice anyway. Have him."
She throws the child towards the Tall red-hired warrior as a distraction as she starts to run away.
"Danno; you might want to say bit clear if she is looken for a fight; I will oblidge, does this remind you of back on Toronto when the band went sour and I ended up making short work of 5 ghouls."
I quickly move to the fore of the group and keep moving toward the woman like a juggernaught, but warry; I hold out my arm, hand outcleanched and summon my sword to me; which I usually have, but dont at the moment as i came from the police station...
for those who know swords
it is a Gladius, gold or bronze in color with a bright edge of steel or silver. It is exquisitly tooled and fits like it was made for me.