Jorvik: A Land of Snow & Ice

Game Master DSXMachina

A dark mystery in the ancient city of York.


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Duana almost purrs under the attention, and given the impulse slides over Andrew so more of their skin is touching. After a swift and playful bite she places her head in the hollow made by his neck and hums.

"And how do you envision your captive star assisting you, my paramour?" she inquires, gently stroking the scars on his side. "My position within the court varies between an unkempt mutt begging for scraps at master's table and a malnourished whelp who is kept in a purse." Duana sighs. "I am not even certain that this... was not intended."

Duana shifts again, fighting the flight response and to keep her pulse and breathing steady. "Please let me lay here a while longer," she begs, "I've a mind for politics, I just wished a single night away."


Duana

Andrew lets out a low growl that vibrates through his chest; "But what a wish."

"Worrying that this is part of greater machinations' he says giving her a playful nip/kiss 'is always troubling, but you cannot do anything about it. Enjoy the moment, but plan for the future."

He laughs softly; "I am sure you are wiser than I. As for my plans, I don't wish to depose G, we need to do something. Something to make the other powers in town take note."

"The Vampire Lord is at war with the ghouls; they are out of town in our fields. It was a cold war but now it is hotting up, which according to my sources is something to do with Henri the necromancer. The three witches in town have a secure power base; from which they act behind the scenes. Though their machinations are nothing compared to 'the Order'; humans who try to influence our actions. Like all governments. There are a few other minor powers in town, but I know little of them."

His body radiates heat, "I don't mean to bore you, just you make me feel so alive." his voice soft.

Danny - Defence (Discipline) 4d3 - 8 + 2 ⇒ (3, 1, 3, 1) - 8 + 2 = 2


Danny & Aximeus

The coloured man looks on, nodding as Danny starts to speak. "No, it's not like that. He doesn't have the box, but will do soon." The mans eyes widening and he starts to lose his cool.

"Of course, my Lord is not incompetent. He presumed to let Henri to get the box from the courier. I adviced against it but that damned spiritualist said that it would help in the ghoul-conflict. I cannot take the blame." his words seem pleading to Danny; as if hespeaks from a position of authority.

Baring his fangs openly his resolve ccompletely gone; "We haven't even taken delivery of the box yet. I told Becca, to give him his 'payment', she should have been back now. Henri has double crossed us?"

"No surely he could not have done that, unless his black magic gives him control over all undead. IMPOSSIBLE." he almost shouts. The beautiful matronly woman at the bar gives a sharp look in your direction, before going back to mix a cocktail in the busy bar.

You also get the feeling that the 'Vampire Lord' does not 'rule' the city. It is only his ego that makes him think that.


Male Greek/Roman Demigod

Axe scans the bar are and room, noting the thrall; gives Dano some distance to work; take a chair closest to the door - to keep the exit clear, reads the menu and orders a mug, tea, and a steaming kettle. (I dont intend to drink it, but takes a while to make, will use the boiling water as a weapon if needed and read the menu for professional interest.}


Duana gives a playful giggle when Andrew nips at her, for a brief moment recalling a time when she believed that intimacy between two individuals could belong only to those concerned. Her spine almost relaxes for a moment, but when he continues to speak in political terms it remains rigid and poised. Duana's petting continues while she considers her position, luxuriating in her partner's heat.

"You do not bore me," Duana answers Andrew's accusation. "I was educated in the methods of appearing a model courtier, and prefer to listen and adjudicate on my own terms. I knew nothing of the ways here until you spoke," Duana sighs and kisses his shoulder softly. Ignorance which was created and maintained by Maeve...

"G suggested that your numbers are small. If it appears that conflict is unavoidable, can you afford to let your people be involved in it?"[b] Duana asks, shifting so that she rises and sits back lightly on his thighs, one hand resting on her scarred belly, the other on his. [b]"I believe it is our shared experience that notoriety rarely benefits us as individuals. Given our... challenges, we should delay any overt action until we can fully understand the potential consequences."

Duana looks away then, toward the easel and the camera, mouth tightening and jaw setting. It was not often she recalled the afternoon she discovered Maeve atop her lover, in fact she would much prefer she forgot the embarrassing scene. The look of ecstasy on his face was contrasted by Maeve's complete boredom. She might sooner have taken a pumice stone to her bed and coaxed more pleasure from the act.

Why did I stop for this one? she asks herself. Why do I remain?

"I am uncertain what I should tell you of myself," Duana says, and turns her eyes back to Andrew gradually. "I was raised in the Winter Court, but not fully. I am of it, it... is in my blood, but there are many who believe that I do not belong. These scars are as much the Queen's doing as her lords and ladies... and they are not the only," she concludes softly, and smiles sadly.


Gabriel

The young woman looks at Gabriel her eyes shining with intrigue. "Hey, I get off work soon. How about we grab a drink?" her voice slightly uncertain. "There's good beer at 'the Rook' or 'the three legged-mare'. Or good cocktails at Evil-eye. Or good music elsewhere?" her voice hopefully and quick as if not wanting to let wait to his response grow into an uncomfortable silence.

Aximeus (& Danny)

Looking through the drinks menu there are hundreds of cocktails, the bars speciality, along with other regular drinks. The pricing is reasonable ($10 a drink), without offers. All cocktails are shaken in front of the customer. And the proprietress, which Danny identified as with 'power', she reminds Aximeus of some of the warrior-women he has seen in war-zones, like Greece during WW2. Passionate matronly women, who ensure that they retain their power, beauty and all that they hold precious.

The food menu is completely Oriental, though ranging from Thai curries to Teriyaki burgers to Chineese cuisine. And from the smells coming from the up-stairs kitchen it seems well done.

A sudden sound from the door to the bar makes you look up. Masterfully Timothy enters with Sara at his side, their arms entwinned. The muscular man smiles, 'Hail to the King, Baby!' she calls out slapping Tim on the shoulder. A couple of others look round their faces brightening at the arrival.

Alertness, Investigation, Empathy or Rapport rolls, please.


Duana

His eyes go wide with sympathy at her words. Gesturing to the scars;"These are beautiful, you are beautiful. They are signs of experience, of all you have gone through. They make you what you are, but don't let them rule who you can become." his nails gently scrape over a ridge of scar tissue producing a pleasant sensation.

"Oh, you deserve better than you have got. None of use truly feels like we belong, we are creatures of two worlds. But to let one consume you is to lose a vital part of yourself. Whether it is a loss of your humanity or of your heritage, that would diminish you." It seems as if his words are not just about Duana. His eyes become misty with tears, before he blinks them away.

He takes a step back for a second. "Sorry, I don't mean to sound so..." 'desperate, clingly, know-it-all'

"You words are as amazing as the rest of you. I must not act too hastily with the pack, G is correct in his ideas, if not his execution. But this is not necessarily a time to talk of my problems, how may I be of service to you."


"This," Duana answers, leaning down to deliver a swift, chaste kiss. She hums and laughs softly and rises again, letting her hand play down her scars. "Many a sidhe lord are interested in these, though not for the reasons you enumerate. I believe it has become a bit of a game to add another without invoking the Queen's wrath." Duana's smile is cold.

"The flat I live in, the clothes on my back, the pair of eyes she has sent to spy on me, all hers," Duana enumerates. "I wish for something of my own. But it has been some time since I stepped into reality. I am... unskilled," she admits with a frown, "and unfamiliar with so many things. Women dress like men now and make love to each other in the streets!"

Duana laughs and settles in beside Andrew again. "Time was we met in secret, like revolutionaries. It was all very... exciting. There was something in the knowledge of our shared mortality that made them burn like stars," Duana purrs and resumes petting Andrew, her movements slowed, however. She yawns and cuddles to his side. "Warm," she decides in the language of the court.


Duana

His muscular arms gently wrap around her and he leans into her body slightly. "The time we are together is ours and the memories we share."

He thinks for a moment, "As for time, yes this is a strange era. What was once taboo is now common and the inverse, though if you trully want something eye opening I should take you to a saturday night in Newcastle." he laughs "Clothing optional there, even in winter."

Then he is quiet just enjoying holding her in his arms; gently and protectively, whilst not posessively.


Changling Spellsinger Physical: [] [] [] Mental: [] [] [] [] Social: [] [] [] [] FP:10

Meanwhile, back in the Pub; ;P

Danny nods sympathetically, appearing concerned for his new 'friend' while hanging intently on the dark vamps every word. Despite his constant protests at Axe to the contrary, Danny is pretty good at putting together puzzles. The things he was hearing started bumping into each other in his brain, making little clicking noises as they started to line up. It was starting to look like this was one of those BIG puzzles. Hundreds of pieces.

Danny decided he really hates puzzles.

"Calm yourself sir." Danny says cooly. He flashes the barkeep his best 'everything is fine here, sorry' look.

A little thrill ran through him, dealing with others was like being on stage, you just had to read your audience right and adjust your act to them. And Danny was in rare form tonight. But he swiftly decided to make this a case of leaving his audience wanting more. (And not push his famous, and temperamental, luck!)

"This is indeed fortunate that I came to you first. I can see now that we, might, be in a position to assist each other. After all, one thing we all can agree on is that the ghouls are a darn nuisance. Like rats. Without the cute parts." Danny says, taking another sip of his cider to cover his whirring thoughts.

'Payment? What payment? 'She' and 'he',... aw sunuvacr@p. We walked RIGHT into the middle of it and didn't even know it!' Danny's mind whirls, more pieces falling together until he's sure that the vamp can hear the clicking of his thoughts. He places his pint down firmly, as if just making up his mind.

"Right. In for a penny, in for a pound I believe they say here? I would be willing to arrange for someone to check on the situation for you. Strictly as an outside consultant of course. Call it an 'efficiency observation' of your underlings. After all, your employees knowing that they will be judged not only on following orders but also on doing so 'efficiently' can only lead to a better run organization, correct?" Danny suggests with a small, conspiratorial grin.

"I will need descriptions of both Henri and Becca, where to find them, or how to make arrangements to meet. Also the details on the exchange. I shall have the transaction observed. I shall then be in a position to inform you of your underlings efficiency, and assist them if things do not go,... as planned. I'm fairly certain that Henri would not be so foolish as to cross your Lord. But, if he were so foolishly inclined, he probably doesn't plan to leave witnesses." Danny adds with an afterthought.

Danny pulls out a small notebook, (one he usually keeps in his pocket for jotting down songs if he has a flash of inspiration), flips to a blank page, and licks his stubby pencil.

"I presume that time is of the essence?" He asks, giving his undivided attention. (Not to mention, if Danny is the one dealing with the others, it makes it easier to keep fancy-fangs from finding out exactly who messed up the delivery!)

Danny noted the shift of attitude in the room as someone enters. he takes a quick glance around to note who it was before returning his full attention to his new (temporary) partner.

Empathy/Rapport
4d3 - 8 + 2 ⇒ (1, 2, 1, 1) - 8 + 2 = -1

Unfortunately, Danny is totally engrossed in his one-man show, and other than noting the familiar faces as they enter, doesn't pick up anything else going on around him.


Male Greek/Roman Demigod

Aximeus sets the frilly drink menu down; considers the thai menu and the proprietess and clientel; just about anything can be hidden in spicy Asian food...

Hail to the King"

Axe looks over the top of the menu at the two entering with a rye smile that his "Spoon" was better, does this guy even have Elvis sideburns, but Axe seeing that this is a good diversion; scans the whole bar just in case...

Empathy
4d3 - 8 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1, 1, 1) - 8 + 1 = -3
Alertness
4d3 - 8 + 1 ⇒ (3, 1, 2, 2) - 8 + 1 = 1

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lol dsylexiad the dice; had to fix it from 3d4 lol


Aximeus & Danny

Into the bar walks Tim & Sara whose house you were at this afternoon. Tim nods a greeting to the mature beautiful proprietress (with power) behind the bar. Sara however puts on an apron and goes behind the counter, greeting the woman with a kiss to her cheek; "Mother, I hope I am not late." Sara says, as Tim just nods. "I am off out back for a quick smoke." he tells Sara before moving past Danny and through the French windows and into the courtyard patio to talk to some college kids.

Meanwhile the African Vampire looks at Danny, his new friend, a smile splitting his face. "Alright here's how it is. Becca is Black-Court, she is my rival for Lord Lawrences' affections and influence. She is the one dealing with the vampire Henri. She is paying him a fee, in dead bodies or something, not my concern, and then she can get the box." He says in the neutral voice of a monster.

The man continues "Becca is an ugly trollop, some sort of 70's punk. She has vivid blue hair, standing in a mohawk, piercings all over her face." he shivers on disgust "Beware of her, for she has some sort of magic. I know not where she lies during the day, but you can reach her on this number 07734 529 329."

"As for Henri, he has a small shop on Harvey Lane in Accomb' (where you were) 'a gallery, that's where you can find him during the day. He always wears a dark hat, gloves and coat. According to the rumour, he used to live in Egypt with his wife Beatrix. They were caught out in a sand storm and she died, he suffers from the temperature constantly." the vampire concludes bizzarrely.

Everyone - what I might do since, Gabriel & Duana, are reaching the end of their scenes. Aximeus wants to go to his employment tonight. Is if it's alright with everyone, move onto tommorrow morning/midday AT THIS TIME TOMORROWish. I think we are at a point where everyone might want to get together and discuss what happens next. Especially if Danny instigates it (maybe). Let me know what you think & feel free to carry on in the mean-time (no response counts as an agreement)


Gabriel

She rips out a scrap of paper from her notebook scribbles her number upon it. "Call me, tomorrow night?" her voice either anticipatory or nervous.


Male Greek/Roman Demigod

Provided the current scene ends amicably; I will tell Danny after we exit the bar: "I have an errand to do and work; if you make any moves tonight and find out anything, I would appreciate it if you come by the pub on (give name); coffee is on me. If not; after work I wlll crash for a few then, we should meet up to discuss things and map out a plan. One of my fellow workmates has this murder pinned on him and they are keeping him on ice; so I am hoping to get your help to come up with some evidence or something other than what we already have to clear him. Sucks that he does his first heroic stand up thing to help a guy and gets smacked down for it...happens to often. No wonder this world is so short of heroic deeds; just leaves it to guys like us. And, by the by; thanks for coming by and helping out by doing the brain crunching.

that place if fairly creepy; ever heard of Mickey Finn, was a Irish owner of a bar in vaudeville - Tamney Hall section of New York run by Boss Tweed. Never met him personally...either, as I am Greco/Italian and we immigrants had out own section; but word on the street when I was a kid was that he put drugs in spicey food and had some killer, like stone cold dead; drink he served. Seeing all those specialty drinks and spicey food brought up some memories; I wouldnt eat or drink in a place like that and don't recommend you do either. Predators like that are wolves and to them we are all sheep. I couldnt have talked to them, so Grazie, amico mio."

offer a cigarette to Danny; light a match off my chin and start mine up and pass the light to him if he takes one.

after we share a smoke or if; then "well, I am off, don't get killed, and if you do, don't make it to hard for me to find out who gets my vendette vow." I smirk.

I walk/take transit to the jail to assure my friend I am on the case and things are looking up and we have a statement that should be helpful in his case; but not be to forthcoming; just say; chin up, this is the time for stoicism; all is being done that can; will track down some more stuff tomorrow so hold tight and dont do anything stupid.

Unless Danny comes by the pub; will meet him at noon tomorrow for lunch and a thought session unless he cant make it. What I know about art couldnt fill a Dixie cup; so going to gallery is a bit of a stretch for me and wonder if I would need to rent a tux.

Just in case; take a duffle bag with me with my sword; a spool of 550 cord (parachute cord) a few heavy duty garbage bags, change of clothes and my sheild, a lighter, a flashlight, and a camping magneisum stick and go by a catholic church and fill a few mustard squirt bottles with Holy Water; and cut some stout stakes from some tough wood and a gallon baggy of chopped garlic. Maybe tomorrow I can go buy a few second had stores and see if I can find a decent paint ball gun and a box of paintballs. I wonder if they make flourescent paintballs? might make it easier to find a black court vamp. I wonder if wrapping your head in tin foil will cut down their mental powers....

In the morning I walk around in a park or something with bare feet to feel the soil between my toes, touch a few trees, feel the life and commune and find my center; whisper thanks to my Aunt for raising me knowing that this might get hairy, wonder idley about my mother and father same as I have for, well, a long time. I stay under trees and wear a brimmed hat to not me to exposed to the sky and stay away from water, old habits as well as at the church staying away from the mausoleum.


Gabriel blinks rather in shock looking over to the detective "Ah im sorry, I was....thinking but yes it is getting rather late and I shall let you go. I need to check up on my friend there see if she needs anyhting but I shall call you maybe to continue this discussion some other time."


Changling Spellsinger Physical: [] [] [] Mental: [] [] [] [] Social: [] [] [] [] FP:10

Sounds good DSXM. At the moment Danny is trying desperately to walk a tightrope between a couple of Dresden novels, and the 'Myth-Inc' books. :) I'll try not to have him start anything he can't finish 'tonight' in this post. (Luck don't fail me now!)

Danny makes a good listener, when he tries. And right now he is doing his best. He nods in all the right places, makes sympathetic noises in his throat for his new 'friend', and all the while makes swift notes in a sort of musical writers shorthand of important facts in his tiny battered notebook. When the dark vamp stops talking and takes a sip of his drink, his nerve once more apparently as unruffled as before, Danny decides the show is over. Better to leave the audience wanting more, than to risk a longer performance and risk them seeing how the tricks are done.

Danny snaps his little notebook closed and tucks it back into his pocket. He polishes off his pint of cider, truly regretting he doesn't have time to enjoy another, and gives the vamp a small, 'professional' smile.

"Very good. I shall arrange discreet observations for you. Immediately, if possible. Once I have ascertained what is transpiring, I shall give you a full report. Will meeting you here again be convenient?" He asks, his voice and speech mannerisms reflecting his new 'partners' almost exactly. Danny had never been so glad to have memorized all of Shakespeare's 'Henry' plays before. That, and a healthy dose of 'Dr Who' growing up gave him all he needed to pull off an aristocratic air that made this wannabe 'Lords' Courtier' feel he had found a kindred spirit.

Danny politely excused himself from the vamps table. He is careful to avoid being directly noticed by Sarah, waiting til she is directly talking to a customer with a large order, and made his way outside. He maintained his air of indifference all the way down the block.

(He didn't care if the vamp and his buddies knew that he was with Axe. Heck, he wanted them to know he had friends! But he was unsure of the vamps' actual upper limits on things like hearing, and he would be darned if he was going to spoil THAT performance by breaking down within a block of the place!)

Once around the corner however, he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and went limp-kneed, almost falling into Aximeus as he did so. When he recovered, he slapped at Axe's massive arms with adrenaline filled but ineffectual smacks.

"WHY do you let me talk myself INto these things!?!" He hisses at the warrior, nursing his now-stinging hands.

"THAT was, by far, one of the BEST performances of my entire LIFE. And if it hadn't been, it could have BEEN my entire life!" He grumbled almost wildly. Soon though, the implacable Axe's steady support allows Danny to calm down enough to become coherent. He swiftly lays out the basics of what he was told, and more importantly, what he WASN'T told that he now knew.

"We have to get together. Everyone we can. There is a LOT going on here in town that I had NO idea about. I have a feeling that if we don't do,... something, things are going to get very bad for a lot of people."

Danny listens to Axe's request, and story, and nods almost eagerly.
"Right. Tomorrow then, by lunchtime. The bookstore." And Danny gives Axe the directions to the bookstore where all of this crazy nightmare began for him just this morning. (Had it really been only a day?!?)

HE considers going back there now, tonight, but decides that sleep he needs more than answers. For now. Axe departs his company for work. Danny, feeling just a tad paranoid (and he feels with good reason!) decides to risk more fae magic (and another headache) for a Veil to hide himself as he trudges his way home. He maintains his veil until he is behind his own threshold, (rented or not, he lives there!) and the door is securely locked.

Once inside, he drops the veil, his jacket and what is left of his composure. He snags a bottle of cider from his smallish fridge and drains it without actually enjoying it. As he waits for it to kick in, he lays out the items he has collected that day on his tiny dining table and begins examining them.

There is the journal he was originally sent to acquire that morning. THAT he wanted to devote more time to reading before he returned it. Now that he had an idea what was going on in town he wanted a closer look. Then there were the other things he had picked up from the houseboat, snagged when he thought the place was going to explode.

And last, but not least, there were the cane/staff and silver cigarette case. "AT least NOW I know who 'H&B' are." he murmurs turning the case over in his hands. He makes certain that his knit hat is securely fastened on top of the cane, and places it and the cigarette case on a bare spot on the wooden floor.

He rummages about his apartment for a bit, and emerges with a piece of chalk, a straight pin, and alcohol. He draws a circle on the floor, large enough to surround the cane and still be a circle, but no larger. After cleaning the pin with the alcohol, he grimaces in preparation, and pokes his finger. He pokes a little too hard, and soon there is a small, steady stream of blood droplets from his finger.

He is no wizard, but he knows from associations that it doesn't really take a wizard to do a protective circle. All it takes is a circle, a drop of blood, and the will to call it into being. Well, after awhat Danny had been through, and just found out, he had the will NOT to be disturbed in his sleep! Focusing his thoughts with a tune, he touched his finger to the chalk and sang, and thought, hard of a barrier to isolate the staff from rest of the world. Obligingly there was a thin, almost invisible shimmering of the air in response.

Satisfied that 'Henri' wouldn't be tracking him down and disturbing what little rest he was going to get tonight, Danny wrapped his finger, and tackled the journal until he fell asleep on his couch while reading it,...


Duana stays with Andrew for the small hours of the morning. Her eyes are closed and her breathing is regular, but she spends what feels to be several more hours considering her position, and how it can be advanced or retarded with the information contained in the files sitting in the shopping bag near the entrance to the flat? She can no longer recall.

The thought occurs to her that she has not seen Gelert since the morning, and while Andrew's weight and inhuman heat is welcome, she misses the way his weight and massive frame would depress the mattress just so. Having slept with none other in... decades now by mortal recognition of time, Duana had become complacent with their arrangement.

He is a hound of the hunt, and I have withheld him Duana realizes and frowns. As I have counseled the boy who would be king to patience. To spare his life, certainly. No king who would actively beat his subjects before an audience would show mercy in a trial by combat, and there will be no other with G. Without support, this lovely creature will die, and I cannot confirm that those who have already fled will not do the same when confronted with this choice.

Duana gives a soft sound of exasperation, then actively begins concentrating on the rhythm of her heart and breathing to gain some amount of rest. A seasoned warrior, she needs but little to function, and slightly more to thrive.

When the sun has risen, as well as Andrew, Duana offers him a riddle.

"Say your enforcer has brains analogous to a tepid bowl of porridge and invited the police to investigate your lives. How would you best approach such a liability? And no, complete ignorance is not an option, for this enforcer is uppity and has the gall to believe that his presence is required."


Duana

Andrews' brow creases slightly at the problem, his focussed visage giving the appearance of an implacable statue. "Well, with the police you cannot use violence. That would exaserbate the problem. Charm or guile seems the solution, which I know you have in abundance. Bribery or black-mail may work, would have worked a few years ago for sure. Or you could always keep them so close, charm them so that they do not want to betray you. An undercover cop is more dangerous to the police than the 'criminals' they are going after. Like that one who recently was undercover as an Animal Rights Agitator, who became one of them."

He ponders a bit more, "As for the enforcer, either I would put him on a tighter rein (with the corresponding violence) or be kind and make him want to help you. Of course, these are my ways and the ways of my pack." his hand gently brushes the exposed skin of her arm; not instigating anything, just enjoying the sensation.

Hopefully later I will get up a large post, with everyone meeting up at the Unicorn Bookshop. This is neutral Accords territory, so no violence takes place here & it's relatively safe. I will also lay ou the most pertenant points Danny has found out (if thats alright).


"Beatings will continue until morale improves, hmm?" Duana hums and laughs. "That tactic has proven sound for G, has it not?" she says and sighs.

"Would that either were particular beneficial. This enforcer claims to answer to me, but in fact his loyalty is vested completely in Maeve, Winter's Lady," Duana pauses briefly and meets Andrew's eyes, "and my mother."

I'm cool with us meeting up later, just didn't want to meta and say "well, Duana who has no cell phone or desire to return to her flat or Gabriel's suddenly arrives at the bookstore." As a GM, I am comfortable with teleporting for convenience, however :D


I am about for most of the day, so we can Rp a bit and maybe Duana finds Danny has left a message on the answer phone. Just I didn't want everyone to be faffing about and the game stall. :)

Andrew looks shocked at her words; "I didn't mean beatings..." his words stumble "just a bit of discipline. And affection, a carrot and stick approach."

Upon hearing of her hertitage, he smiles gently. "Oh, a fey princess, in my bed." you can virtually see his mind take in that fact in conjunction with the nights activities; then his face falls. "But that means that she was the one that.... That's not right a mother should protect her young. I am sorry."


"Semantics," Duana dismisses. "She slew the Lady that attempted to drown me, and her clever deception taught me the limits of the protections our shared blood afforded me. And I learned to protect myself.

"Perhaps a little too well," Duana freely admits, her smile faint.


Duana

Andrew recovers looking into her eyes, "How much to protect ones heart from the world is one of lifes quandries." He rolls out of bed, moving to look upon the flowing river and stretches. The dull grey light casting shadows over his skin highlighting his physique. It looks to be an over-cast day today, perhaps with showers and a changing wind.

He looks over to Duana on the bed appreciatively, "There's some clothes in my draw, if you want to borrow them. I don't have many visitors over. Do you want some breakfast? I make a great scrambled eggs." he asks languidly.


Duana rises slowly, leaning forward and stretching like a cat might, her eyes never straying from Andrew's. It has been several months since she had taken a lover, but among sidhe her muscled frame was considered perverse. Their strength originated in their magics, was part of their very essence. The slightest waif of a Lady could easily crush Duana with a fingertip. But her body had the distinctive tones of a warrior. Her belly, however, rather than gaining that disgusting hardness she saw in some women whose arms resembled her own, was flat and attractive as opposed to hard and segmented. She slips off the bed and pads up to him with a smile on her face.

"Aaah, so I might roil in your scent for several hours more?" she says happily. "I have participated in the hunt, and I am aware of the significance of such things," she continues, letting her fingertips wander over the hardness of his body appreciatively. "I will continue to accept any hospitality you are considerate enough to offer," she jests lightly, almost purring.

Duana follows Andrew into the kitchen and sees that he ties an apron on before he nears the stove.

"I keep a treadmill in my kitchen," Duana tells him while she explores the contents of his refrigerator, pulling out a jug of juice and milk, and package that smells distinctly of ham. "I will freely admit that I am a horrid cook, but I prefer to blame the times," she says and laughs. "Fresh veg was a luxury when I traveled here last, and meat was severely rationed. Oft we... we would warm beans from a tin on the plate, and eat from it, too." Duana shuts the refrigerator and laughs softly.

"This too," she says and gestures to the open floorplan and large windows. "Such innovations. I wondered why so many in the court felt the siren call of this reality of late, but I see that the dank hovels I shared with my lover in the past have come so very far in the decades I have been absent."


Duana

His eyes flutter lightly at her touch "Oh an older woman, I have always wanted to spend the night in the arms of one." he lightly jests, whilst switching on the gas cooker with a whoof.

Deftly we whisks the eggs and starts cooking. His concentration upon the ingredients, the meal takes a few minutes to come together.

Laying a couple of plates of scrambled eggs, ham/bacon, toast and fruit uon the break fast counter-top. "So, you must have seen many different era's?" he queries.


"Seen," she repeats, and eventually gives a nod. "Yes, glimpsed, as though in a picture book. I spent a night here, maybe? A few decades back. There was a war then. Falklands? I just glanced at the headlines while I was in the bookstore," she says and shrugs.

"I try to avoid cities. Prefer runs to be a little more private." Duana looks up from her breakfast with a smile. "Is it rude to ask which form you prefer to run in?"


Duana

Andrew smiles warmly between bites of his toast; "No, of course not. Actually, I prefer to run in human form. The feeling of freedom as a animal is exciting, but when I just run in hman form. It is like a loose control and my worries drift away." He looks serene as he takes a sip of fruit juice.

"There is a stretch along the old tow path down river, where you hardly ever see a soul. You can just run and lose yourself in the wind. You should join me sometime." His usually confident voice has just a slight hint of apprehension.


Duana sets her knife and fork down beside the plate. Has he arrived at the conclusion just now? she wonders. Her smile is gentle. "It is a path frequented by weres and you are uncertain how they will all perceive you running with a fairy tale princess?" she suggests. "My anger with G was enough to offer to assist you to destroy G the moment he raised his fist to Bunny, but just as quickly I recognized that that would destroy you, and your pack."


Duana

"It was not my pack, that I was worried about. Rather your feelings, I would like to continue this, and would hope you would too." 'Whatever this is, but I hope it was not just a single night.' He reaches across the counter and places his hand upon hers, Duana can feel the warm skin and thick muscled fingers on her flesh. "I thank you, more than you know. You words, your actions, your body have saved me; I only hope that I helped you."

Do you wish to do write your morning scene? Or shall I? Andrew will offer you a lift home in his beat-up Citreon, where there is a message flashing on the answering machine from Danny asking to meet him at the Unicorn Bookshop a safe-house/ neutral accorded ground.


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The 'DM Recap' is always appreciated! :) I think I've figured out a decent size chunk of what's going on, but I'd love it if you made sure I didn't miss something important in my midnight postings! ;P

Danny blinked himself awake, muttering for someone to turnoff that darn light. A few more blinks and he realized that he was still on his sofa, the journal slowly slipping towards the floor over the edge of the cushion.

Rescuing the book with a curse more habitual than sincere, Danny winces at the crick in his neck. "Oh yeah. Its gonna be one of THOSE days!" He moans. He lays there a few moments more, gathering his scattered thoughts. He wakes up fully with the realization that he has a lot to do, and only so many hours of daylight to do it in.

After a hasty shower he feels better. He makes a couple of phone calls while waiting impatiently for his tiny automatic coffeepot to dispense the life-giving fluid. He reaches no one, but leaves messages on both Duana's and Gabriel's phones to meet him at noon at the Unicorn Bookstore. He is careful not to leave any details over the phone, just a message that he thinks he's found their missing luggage.

Throwing his dining budget to the wind, Danny finishes off his entire remaining stock of eggs, bacon and bread to make breakfast. Then drains his tiny coffeepot. Tea might do later, but right now he needed to convince himself he was awake and in in some kind of control over the situation.

Finishing his coffee Danny flips once more through the journal, and reviews his hastily scribbled notes from last night. Something like a plan is beginning to form in his head. He used to be quite the 'player' back in his high school days, easily getting guys and girls alike to go along with whatever scheme he had cooked up that week. He is admittedly out of practice, but old habits die hard, and with others to help him pull it off,...

"What the heck. After all, it works on Leverage, right?" He asks aloud. Hearing no negative response, he smiles, grabs his heavy leather jacket, and bundles up the items he collected yesterday from the boat into a small backpack.

Finally he dismisses the small barrier he called last night around the staff and lighter with a prod of his finger and a swift verse of 'Pop goes the weasel!'. Those he bundles into a small duffel with a drawstring. He grabs a few more items from the kitchen to finish filling his pack. Satisfied that he's as ready as can be, he exits his apartment and locks it tightly behind him. He whistles a happy tune as he makes his way to towards the bookstore for a meeting with the lady he met yesterday.

roll to see if Danny found anything else interesting in the book last night? Lore/Perception? (same bonus)

Lore/Perception: 4d3 - 8 + 1 ⇒ (3, 2, 2, 1) - 8 + 1 = 1


Duana looks at Andrew's hand on hers for a moment, then slowly lifts it to her lips and kisses his fingertips softly, then spreads his hands to really study the lines before leaning forward and pressing his palm against her cheek. The touch she initiates is more intimate than f*cking, and she hopes that the effort is communicated well enough through the act.

Duana accepts a pair of Andrew's shorts, jeans and a simple t-shirt and his offer of a ride home, though after some amount of hesitance. She asks him to stop the car a few blocks away and assures him that she will call when she is certain that there is no threat inherent from the police detective. She places a chaste kiss on his cheek. "And I will be certain to bring some clothes next," she teases.

Duana circles around the block several times before entering her building, and takes the stairs to her flat two at a time. She is not surprised to see every light in her flat on when she returns, they are on a timer and require her touch to turn off. The flickering light on her answering machine distracts her, however. Sighing, she transfers the relevant files into a messenger bag and shrugs into a duster coat, concealing her near ankle length hair and her body in its heavy canvas confines. The effect is somewhat ridiculous with her bare feet sticking out beneath Andrew's jeans. Duana chuckles at her reflection in the mirror as she adapts her human guise to suit this frumpy image, so unlike her typical fair.

When she hits the street again, Duana hails a cab and informs the driver of her destination. She thinks of Gelert again as she watches the city pass through the windows, and how she abhors the convenience of transportation, but mostly she hopes that she will meet her companion again.


ACT 2 - The Ghosts of Egypt

Firstly Compel: Duana - “Wear it in silence or I will honor you again”. As Gabriel, may remind her, we are on her mothers mission together, thus he should be allowed to stay. So Duana can accept a Fate Point, or pay a Fate Point and RP forcing Gabriel to leave (of course, feel free to RP this anyway) Sorry, to spoil her mood.

BTW feel free to self-compel, ie. give me a bad possiblity or reason for actions & I will probably give you a FP. Just because I find in many games like this GM's often forget, esp. when you have multiple players with many Aspects each.

The Unicorn Bookshop

The bookshop is fairly quiet, the lunch rush (though it is not usually numerous) has yet to arrive. A beautiful bookshop, the pine facade blends in with the beautiful sandstone, it is almost as if it was not meant to be found. A heavy aroma of coffee hangs in the air mixing with the smell of old books, but a faint breeze blows through the shop giving a fresh, serene feeling.

Books line shelves around the shop, with tables sporadically grouped tightly together in the centre. A young woman with a genuine smile stands behind a counter as she cleans up. Her hair tied back in a short ponytail.

There's something odd about the arrangment of the shelves. The oaken shelves are all large, old, and heavy. What you first take for shadows and natural swirls of the wood are in fact light but intricately detailed carvings, symbols used in magic use. The rows of shelves are off too, they don't line up with the shelves opposite them. While this has the probably intended effect of making the bookshop a pleasant experience of wandering in & out of aisles that make the shop seem larger than it really is, it would also have the effect of dissipating any mystical energies that may be be gathered and unleashed in the shop, either intentionally or accidentally.

This shop is one of the 'Neutral Grounds' provided for in the Accords, thus it is safe and with the current patrons safe from prying eyes.

Danny is the first too arrive, then Gabriel, followed by Aximeus coming in off his night-shift. Duana enters glowering at Gabriel, Gelert bounds inside having smelt the scent of his mistress.

Danny starts everyone off by telling everyone what he has learnt.

  • Tybalt was an independant courier, an information gatherer, a fence, a thief. He was killed last night.
  • An ivory box was taken from the corpse.
  • The thing responsible directly was a ghost, it had manacles with runes on it.
  • There was a witness Sara, she is a magic-user of some sort.
  • Tybalt had hired her boyfriend Timothy to steal a box from the Order of St John and it contains something Evil(?)
  • Sara's & her Mother (?) work together at a bar the Evil Eye Lounge. Danny also saw another woman elsewhere who looks like an even older version of them. All 3 have 'power'.
  • The Vampires & the Ghouls are at war!
  • The Head vampire, Lord Lawrence, hired a 'spiritualist' Henri to get the box after negotiations to out-bid for it broke down.
  • Henri has a Art Gallery on 'Harvey Lane' in Acomb (a rough suburb of York).
  • Becca a punk Black Court vampire, is acting as go between for the box meaning the vamps don't have it yet.

This is just a start for now, so feel free to introduce yourselves, those who are unfamiliar and discuss what else you know.


Firstly I have no idea what the hell is going on, frankly I think this went entirely too fast all I see is 15 new posts and most are duana and andrew guy anyone ever think that this was little too much? Then next I see is a compel saying Duana trying to force gabriel to leave yeah good luck with that like literraly no chance too the point of violence anyways I am just coming out of a day of exams quizzes and papers due with two more tests on thursday so Im soo\rry i can tbe so responsive


Wow, sorry to hear about the harsh exams, best wishes. The posts are mainly that Duana (Hu5tru) & I were free to post today. I know I could have done it all using spoilers, but if people go missing like Jericho did. I don't want to have you "read his spoilers" he tells you. Plus Duana is RPing through issues & romance.

The compel thing is that Duana said in the OC thread that she didn't want to speak to Gabriel, thus I was using one of the compels 'to shut her up'. So that you could all get together and discuss what was going on.

Don't worry about being unresponsive, it's just me setting up the next arc/set-piece. It will take a few days (RL), for you to take about what you have found out and what the plan is next. I am trying to get everyone on the same page.


Male Temple Hound (Wyld Fey)

Exhausted by his day's activities, Gelert trots over to Duana's side, sniffs curiously at the interesting new scents on her clothes for a few minutes then curls up wherever she sits down with his great head on his paws and chuffs wearily, tail wagging at everyone who passes by or stoops to give him a scratch. Right now he was tired of running about, and his quest for the Helm was growing more and more taxing as more clues kept surfacing. The day he retrieved the item to its master and was allowed freedom to stay at Duana's side was the day Gelert dreamed of nearly every night.

He lays his head more comfortably on his paws, ears perked up but body mostly unresponsive as he is content to listen to the others talk, keeping his form near Duana reassuringly to keep her calm. She tended to smile a lot more around Gelert and he liked it when she smiled. He chuffs again and sniffs again at Duana's new jeans absently, pondering at the source of the new smells.


Gabriel settles down in his seat but once his eyes behold his charge the air around him cools noticeably, the heating having nothing to do with it. His anger flares up in his eyes and his hand clenches on the pommel of his sword the leather creaking. He says nothing, the temperature of the room continuing to decline sharply.

To let his charge just sneak off in the night...Of all the childish, petty, disregard for others this girl.....god that noble would've been doing everyone a favor in killing this one off... he thinks violently his own white hot anger flaring up even more so at the thought of how long he was literally stuck with this brat.

Instead he reaches down into a small gym bag and pulls out her shift she had been wearing the other day before she had disappeared and tosses it casually onto the floor of the shop near her. "You forgot this at my place girl." His lack of giving her a title conveying all the meaning in the world in the language of the court.


Compel Accepted.

Duana glances at the dress on the floor, then up at Gabriel, and calmly takes a seat, pulling the messenger bag into her lap. She would smile at his lack of addressing her by her title if she cared.

"I see you have studied my mother's methods of comporting herself," she replies in the same. "You may wish to curb your enthusiasm to strike me. I believe that spousal abuse is a cause for police intervention," she says pointedly.

Duana leans forward and scratches behind Gelert's ears and down his neck, casually, and smiles at the remainder of the group.

"Pardon our impertinence," she says. "I recognize Danny, again, radiant as ever, and you are?" she inquires of Aximeus.


Male Greek/Roman Demigod

I get a cup of coffee and a scone and stand by the door leaning on the rail. Setting my duffle bag down next to me, but keeping on my long coat.

"I am called Axemeus <pronouned Axe eh may us>, I am with Danny, a friend of mine was framed for the murder of the courier when he tried to save the courier from is injuries and I do verify Danny's statements. My goal is to find evidence to clear my friend, but we found two kids in the clutches of escapees from Hades Realm, they were kidnapped and I wont stand for that. If your an ally to Black Court Vamps or Ghouls; your no ally of mine." <said in an even tone, matter of facty, except for the kid part where you might hear a little anger>

Axe appearance, he is big; about 6'4 and proud, he has black hair and very solid features with a Greco/Italian cast. We wears his hair short and choppy, but combed with a little oil. He is generally quite and speaks in a somewhat gruff voice and tends to speak in short chopy sentences; his clothes are sturdy and functional, but still decent enough to look casually dressed for an Italian. When he talks to someone; he looks very intently at them, and with a casual air his eyes constantly flick around methodically checking doors, windows and such not like a scared rabbit, but like someone who has been trained to do it and has done so for a long time. His movements graceful and cautious.

Axe has no scars and a youthful appearance, but his eyes are old if not haunted.


Duana pays Aximeus the courtesy of studying and admiring his form, making a point to slide forward in her seat to appear alert and attentive.

"An ally of ghouls?" she repeats in a hum, and taps her lips with a fingertip. "In a less anxious time, I will have to consider how one would open negotiations with the filthy creatures..."

Duana inhales and studies Danny for a time, considering, then hazards a glance at Gabriel. "Am I correct in assuming that this Becca the primary target of your investigation?"


Gabriel glares at Duana his silence speaking for itself "this is not over" before merely passing an eye over the tall human before dismissing him as some mortal that the summer man had drug into this affair.


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Lol! THIS group could be right out of a Dresden novel! Luv it!

Danny arrived at the bookstore at 10am, two hours before his requested meeting time with the others. He had a little business to finish first, and a lot of planning to do.

When the mysterious lady he met earlier reappears, complete with a fresh tray of tea for two, he smiles and pulls the journal out of his backpack. He starts to toss it onto the table, but realizes that's just his nervousness about his OTHER business talking, and instead politely holds it out to the woman in both hands. He bows his head slightly, but is unable to keep his trademark smirk from his face.

"As requested. One Journal, slightly used, but none the worse for wear. And no missing pages or copies made, as per our agreement." He says, handing her the book.

They sit and drink tea, chatting amicably. The woman seems most comfortable now that she has the journal, and seems content to talk as long as Danny wishes. She explains to Danny that the information about his mother will still take some time to gather, and Danny accepts it in good graces. Then he tells her that he has discovered why Tybalt was killed. He knows what was stolen, where he thinks it is, and that he plans to get it back. And would she, possibly, be interested in assisting,...?

And the rest of that can be in OOC for brevity's sake! :)

===

When the others start to show up, Danny is as ready as he will ever be. He introduces everyone briefly, and gives them basic shakedown on the information he was able to piece together. The Synopsis above by our kind DM! :)

He shakes his head at the antics of Duana and Gabriel, and finds himself wishing that the wizard who had also been attacked in the alley had shown up. he had a feeling they might be needing magic before this night was done.

"Your right Duana, But we need to get to ALL of the individuals involved, and quickly. Tonight if possible. I think that Henri still has the box. I also think that the kidnapping that Axe and I interrupted was the payment from Becca to Henri."

"Right now we have;
-The lords vamp's majordomo thinking that either Henri betrayed him and Killed Becca, or that Becca has betrayed him and taken off with the box to further her own political agenda. He doesn't know, and has asked me to find out for him." Danny smiles proudly at that one.

-"We have Henri thinking that Becca was trying a double cross, and Becca thinking the same thing. Maybe."

-"We have a golden opportunity to play both ends against the middle, have Henri hand US the box, and have a necromancer and a black court vamp take each other out in the process. Sound like fun?" Danny asks.


"And we are supposed to expect this black court vampire to simply lay down and allow us to take back the box?" Duana inquires, drumming her fingers idly on something solid in her messenger bag. "It seems to me that he has gone to a great amount of effort simply to allow the five of us to strip his prize from him when it is in his sights." Duana frowns.

"This creature knowingly conspired against the interests of the Winter Court. I do not believe he will be so easily fooled."


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"Oh, I never said it would be easy. I said it should be FUN." Danny clarifies with a smile that echoes Duana's when she's in a 'fun' mood.

"I'm not sure, but I think the vamp Lord is working with more than just his family. This Becca is Black, but there are so few of them left, I think they're teaming up with others for protection. And I think his majordomo is white, or maybe red. The point is, there is already a measure of distrust and animosity at work. All we have to do is fan the flames, at just the right time. And I have a few ideas,... "

Danny hesitates to say 'plan', just yet. But as he listens to the others, his ideas become more solidified.

'Yeah,... This might just work!'


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"Ok. Here's what I had in mind,..." Danny says, and plows ahead before he gets nervous again, and decides against it!

AND the 'plan' is spoilered, because a good novel never reveals the heroes plan before it actually is in the works! :)

The 'plan'

Spoiler:

Alright, the basic idea is a cross of several books I read, and an unhealthy dose of TV's 'Leverage'. :)

Going the MAJOR double-triple-quadruple con!

-Contact Becca and Henri, tell each that the other must have been trying something sneaky, (ergo the interrupted kidnapping) and that they will be dealing with us (Danny in disguise) from now on.

-CONvince both to show up for a meeting to conclude the swap. WHen they both arrive, convince both the other is up to no good. (Hilarity ensues)

-Using the distraction of what is sure to be an entertaining debate, get the box.

-For added confusion/mayhem/hilarity, tip off the ghouls and 'invite' them to the party. Sell tickets and popcorn.

-Once the show is over, (or we run out of popcorn) we finish up and make sure that none of the bad guys leaves. Ever. (A little cold blooded for Danny at first thought. BUT we ARE talking about necromancers, Black court vamps, and Ghouls here!)

-Danny will tell his Vamp contact (the Vamp majordomo) that he is very sorry, but somehow the ghouls got wind of the transaction, he barely escaped with his life, and he's very sorry, but he's pretty sure the box was destroyed.

-We try to determine if the box is 'safe' enough that we want the Ice Queen to have it. If so, let Duana and Gabriel have it. IF we decide that it is too dangerous for Maeve to possess, (and we can convince Duana & Gabriel to go along) we tell her the same story. The box was destroyed.

I'm hoping that this plan is a bit more involved than our beloved DSXM was expecting! :) I know it's overcomplicated, But all the best books and tv shows have multiple layers, I thought I'd give it a shot.

What do you guys think? (Go ahead, you won't hurt my feelings.) ;)


Duana lifts a leg to cross it over the other, exposing her bare foot with an elegantly pointed toe as she considers Danny's proposal.

"Much becomes clear to me," she says in the language of the court, then clears her throat and continues in heavily accented English. "It is clear that you have not spent a great amount of time at court. We currently possess its greatest currency, and you are proposing that we stage this... performance?"

"Consider the two greatest figures in this play, Winter's Lady, and this vampire lord. Both answer to their courts, and must be appeased. What information do we currently have about either party? That the lady and the vampire desire the same object. Neither currently possess the object, but of the pair, the vampire is closer to attaining the thing."

Duana pauses and inhales, then licks her lips. "The vampire is currently at war. His position is considerably weak. His desperation for this object indicates to me that the object is likely to have an effect upon this," Duana lifts her eyes and looks to the others. "I believe each of us know what manner of foe ghouls are. Danny's proposal to bring them into his production will cause nothing but grief for all interested parties, I am afraid.

"Might I suggest then, that in the interest of acting upon conjecture we simply contact the vampire?" Duana says. "I have heard it said that he has a keen interest in beautiful things, and happily I am one."


Male Greek/Roman Demigod

"great; just great; the donas de fuera and their giambattista basile fatagioni...with them; comes both sides of the same coin, a coin with sharp edges and faces that change. Selene, may your children have mercy.

gm

Spoiler:

Selene is the titan goddess of the moon ; associated in Italian thought and folklore with faeries and the mother and grandmother of many moon type goddess who are associated with fae; ie donas de fuera and enchantments; giambattista basile fatagioni, she is also my Aunt since the earth is my mother though I dont know it, so it is a plea to not be subject to illusions and enchantments which Italians associate with powers of the Moon.

Aximeus smirks; "well, you have to speak some Ancient Eygyian, Summerian or somesuch to start with...; I only know the curse words from some time I spent in North Africa and the ME, but they always been enough to start a 'discusson' with sharp steel for the finer points"

Duana wrote:

Duana pays Aximeus the courtesy of studying and admiring his form, making a point to slide forward in her seat to appear alert and attentive.

"An ally of ghouls?" she repeats in a hum, and taps her lips with a fingertip. "In a less anxious time, I will have to consider how one would open negotiations with the filthy creatures..."

Duana inhales and studies Danny for a time, considering, then hazards a glance at Gabriel. "Am I correct in assuming that this Becca the primary target of your investigation?"


Male Greek/Roman Demigod

"Sure Dano, but if that doesnt work; be ready for Plan B"
'said with passion'

Spoiler:

'chop off all their appendages until they fall down and stay down; then burn everything, augment that by a few intense weapons; can we get our hands on any grenades? If this turns into a fight; we dont want to fight them all at once; isolate and remove, anyone got any ideas to hndle all the mind mojo these foes can throw out, if your thinking to bring a gun; bettr be a .50 or bigger and I dont mean a pistol. Anything smaller doesnt have much chance of blowing off body parts.

"Have two major concerns; one Renfroes, human agents augmented by vampires somehow; blood I think; very tough and totally ruthless.

human sheilds or agents. Look if the BVC is going to war; that means there recruiting; in a matter of a two days; they could have killed and turned hundreds, anyone know an agency that fights BCVamps? are there any Van Helsings around hehe. Like most, these guys will probably have people, moms, dads, children; all as human sheild. how we gonna handle that?

if Danny's plan of turn the ends on themselves; like that dragon that swallows his tail, doesnt work; I hope you all have some skills to throw down or evacuate. Youse dont really want to ever be hunted by a BCVamp more than one or two nights; they 'recruit' much to fast

Two; Dan, anyway we go; war means recruiting which means lot of people getting hurt, dead and turned ;then lot more dead; we gotta act fast no matter what we do. i think we should all talk to peeps we know and see were people are missing their lives destroyed. I dont know many people here; maybe some of youse have some friends who are experienced at fighting this type of fight if it turns to a fight; I would suggest you call em and get em ready. Anyone know how ghouls increase their numbers?"

<sigh>
"Danny, what is it with us, always steppin on the Hornets nest, better us than some schmoe less capable"

get a coffee refill and watch eveyone reactions. Anyone seem afraid if this turns to a fight of real carnage?


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Danny nods as the others speak up. If he's upset by the distinct lack of enthusiasm for his grandiose production, he doesn't show it.

"Yes well, I never said it was the BEST plan I've ever had." He admits. He seems a little more, calm now, than earlier. Maybe the others have mentioned things he already knew, and now he's actually thinking things through?

"I was under the impression that Winter would prefer to keep out of something like this. Officially. At least, 'She' usually prefers to stay off the radar, and not become directly involved. That was one of the reasons I was thinking this more roundabout route. In short, I just want to keep the vamps and these people they are dealing with off balance and not sure of exactly who is actually crossing whom. Hopefully with none the wiser when all is said and done!"

"The ghouls, yeah, bad idea. Just a thought." He admits wryly.

"What are you thinking Duana? You obviously have an idea. I'm not adverse to dealing with the lesser of two evils, (Ergo my talking to the vamps) But I'm pretty certain that any 'price' they would ask for would be WAY beyond anything I'm willing to pay them."

"Or we could just go the more direct route. Find where the box is, go in, take it. Preferably with no one knowing who took it. Same result, less chance of being found out. But if we ARE found out, no way to confuse the issue and still have everyone think I'm their friend."

Danny just nods slowly at Axe's last words. No smile, no frown, just a look of resignation.

"Yeah, we do seem to have a talent for getting INto these things, don't we?"


"I am considering several possibilities at the moment, however very few of my options have any foundation upon which to build. I speak to this vampire alone," she glances at Gabriel and a sly smile tugs at her lips, "which I understand is nigh impossible as I am ne'er to be without my handsome and irreplaceable fletch," she hums with an air of aggression, "and continue with the Lady's negotiations, or... I do not.

"It is safe to assume that any object coveted by the Court's Lady is worth a considerable amount of effort to obtain. By rights the object is hers, and she wishes to see it returned to her.

"The advantage we currently can boast is our superior information," she continues and her smile broadens. "And potential allies where none of our current enemies would think to look."


Male Greek/Roman Demigod

"I think your plan is a good one Danny, difficult to pull off and could go South in a hurry; but a good plan if it works. I believe in your skill to pull it off; how can I help?"


Ax do you not know how to use the bb codes man? I cant tell what is gameplay what is what your saying and what is ooc sorry its just been bugging me and your last posts I cant seem to make heads or tails of them

"So long as I get the box that was stolen I see nothing wrong with the plan. But lets make that very clear to you two.." He looks pointedly at Danny and this newcomer, Aximeus, "Other than that whatever works best for everyone it is not in Winters favor to side with one side or anyother in some petty in fighting."

That said Gabriel goes back to listening to the others. Except when the suggestion of Duana going alone he speaks anger coming back into his words. "No you are not going to speak to this vampire alone. I can remain silent but any dealings with an official body must be seen by another witness....namely me as I am the only other represenative of our court as you rightly know."

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