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After the two had left, she turns back to Tehanna. "I'm so sorry, we are all worried about what's been happening....and things just seem to keep getting worse. We are trying to not leave anyone by themselves...and I'm afraid my friens....well, more like family...we all grew up together you see...and it's hard for them to just walk off and leave me....but, I'm sorry that his being here caused you more pain." She looks down at the floor, not sure of what else to say.
Tehanna looked at Gashka, "Right now, just the fact he's a male is enough to irk me." She begins to breakdown the pistol and clean it, "I'm sure you understand." Here tone had a finality to it as sharp and cold as a steel dagger.
Gashka swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. "In a way...yeah I can...but, hopefully in time you'll come to understand that not all males are like the one that hurt you. Some...while somewhat oblivious at times...can be...rather sweet."
She walks back over to the window and stares out at nothing in particular, "I just....I hate everything that's happened. I feel like we're not getting any closer to the bastards responsible for this...and I'm just so...very...angry and tired of not having someone that I can just pummel the hell outta." As she stands with her back to Tehanna, her hands balled into fists and clenched at her side, her whole body seems to shake with the fury and hurt that she's feeling.
"Oh I understand it, but that doesn't stop me from getting angry at them. All I know, is that it's going to take some time before I let one even touch me." Tehanna's last statement was accented by the distinctive click as she finished assembling the pistol.
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Sighing heavily Gashka goes and sits down on the bed, putting her hands in her lap she looks up at Tehanna, "Of course...and that's okay...it's just...I...don't know." She can't seem to find the words she wants to say, so she just sits there quietly offering comfort in the only way she can...by just being there.
"Oh don't get your boulders in a bunch there Cole. These two have been helping me with some back log." Mr. Morgan interrupted.
Sergeant Cole pointed at Tikkle, "Not that one, I guarentee he's been no help." He then addressed Tikkle direct, "Well Mr. Ashcoat, care to explain your connection to the deceased?"
Leaving the safe house Anyka smiles slightly. Touching the center of her tattoo she reaches out to both of her sisters. I'm here. Jin and I are heading back from hitting a couple of contacts for information. 50/50 success rate. We'll head to the inn to meet up Gashka, I suppose that's as good a place to meet up as any Terra, we'll compare notes then
Smiling at Jin she glances back at the sounds of frustrated screaming. "She actually considered pulling a wand on me."
Jin nods knowing Sheba's proclivity to anger. "If guarding secrets was the issue she wouldn't have let you in." Jin says. He quickly scribbles a note that simply reads He's back. He leaves the note, a copy of the assassins symbol and one of the orbs wrapped in a sack on the doorstep.
"She's an odd one but she'll come through for us." Jin says as they leave.
Looking at Tehanna, Gashka gulps. Not wanting her upset again she decides to tell her what's going on.
"So...um...Anyka says that they're on their way back here with some information....but, since the guys will probably be with them...I'll just meet them downstairs okay? That way you don't have to be bothered by them, but I promise I'll come back up after our meeting and tell you everything they found out. We will get these guys, I promise you that."
The Sergeant looked at Tikkle with narrowed eyes, "That may be the case, but you still don't belong back here. I'm going to have to ask the two of you to leave. Now."
Tehanna looked at Gashka, "I will see you then."
Renard hops off of Tikkle's shoulders and walks by Christophe's feet as they head outside.
A couple of blocks away from the inn, Anyka, Jin, Tikkle and Christophe meet up. As the four of them rounded the corner, they came upon Terra and Flynt, arms wrapped around each other. Sensing the presence of the other four, Terra quickly released, her cheeks turning red. Not long after the sun had completely set, everyone met Gashka in the inn's common room.
Christophe touches Tikkle on the shoulder. "You can let them know what little we did find out. I'm going to head upstairs for that drink we never got. I still feel like I don't belong."
He passes by Gashka as he heads toward the stairs. "Is Tehanna doing any better?"
A worried expression on her face, she shakes her head. "She's really angry....and understandably so. I'm...I just worry that she'll let what's happened to her cloud her judgement to the point where she ends up either closing herself off completely, or become reckless in her need to seek vengence."
Christophe nods solemnly. "At least, she's up and about. That's the best I could do for her."
"You did everything you could. The rest is just going to take time. I'll take her some more food and drink after our meeting. I'll be staying with her tonight so she's not alone. Did you and Tikkle find out anything?" There's a slight tremor to her voice as she asks about Brand.
"Not much, I'm afraid. I'll let Tikkle handle the details, I'm going up to my room," Christophe says.
She nods and pats him on the shoulder as she heads down the stairs to greet the others.
Thinking for a moment she turns around and goes back upstairs. Walking to Christophe's room she knocks lightly on the door.
Christophe answers, unopened whiskey bottle in hand. "Oui?"
Gashka blushes for a moment, not sure of really what to say at first. "Ummm, I know you said you wanted to go back to your room....but, is there any reason why you can't bring your bottle down with you? You're input is just as important as any of ours. You've been around dead bodies and have been investigating this right along with us. You belong with us....come downstairs with me and talk to us....please Christophe?"
Christophe glances at Gashka, his lower lip twitches slightly. "Heh, I think I belong more among the dead than the living, right now. Bien, I will join you. Renard, come. Our company has been requested."
He puts a hand on Gashka's shoulder. "Don't feel like you need to include me in everything. I am still a stranger to you all."
Gashka smiles at him, "You're only a stranger if you choose to be one."
"Well said, Gashka, well said," Christophe says as Renard circles around his feet. The fox glances up at the half-orc and gives her what appears to be a smile. "I think your...our task will take us to Polaris. There is one thing that I can do here, but Tikkle and I didn't get much help from the local law here. His reputation precedes him."
Gashka chuckles, "That's our Tikkle for ya....maybe if I can keep him...occupied you can do some investigating either on your own or with one of the others to back you up? That is if there is any point in trying to gather anymore information here, otherwise we'll just head on to Polaris. Maybe there you will find some answers for yourself as well."
She leans down and scratches Renard behind the ears, Looking up at Christophe she says, "He really is a beautiful fox."
Christophe nods as Renard enjoys the attention. "He's my best friend. I don't think any more investigation will help. I have my suspicions, but there is a crime scene I'd like to look into...a girl was murdered near here and left with a wound that matches mine."
Gashka raises an eyebrow as she pets Renard some more, standing up finally she looks at him. "Hhhmmm....that's a little disconcerting. Yes...that should probably be looked at. Just make sure you take at least one of the others with you....that is not Tikkle. C'mon, we should head downstairs before the others come looking for us."
"Ah, right, I wouldn't want to make your boyfriend jealous," Christophe laughs, heading back downstairs.
Gashka gets a confused look on her face, "Boyfriend?"
Christophe seems startled by the question. "Oui, we were talking about you being alright with Tehanna while we left. He said he could tell me some stories about his one and only girlfriend in Swampwood. I could only assume he meant you. Pardonnez-moi, I didn't know it wasn't known to you."
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Gashka seems a little startled herself as she stares at him in disbelief, her eyes getting a little wide at the explanation. "Aahhh, I see....well, I mean we hung out alot and he practically lived with my family for a time...but, he never said anything to me that made me think he thought that way about me...." She sighs, "I guess I'll just wait and see...maybe I'll need to have a talk with him later as to what constitutes someone being ones boyfriend." She chuckles slightly as they walk down into the common area of the Inn where the others wait.
Christophe retrieves a glass from the dining area and settles into a nearby chair. Renard hops into his lap as the witch pours himself a drink.
"Brand's house was... popular. We tracked down the body at the Coroner's and... ah it sounds like he's comin back, I'll let him tell ya" Tikkle was saying. He took a deep drink from his flask and sat back in his chair.
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Taking a sip of his whiskey, Christophe relaxes a little. "Yes, the watch wasn't helpful in giving us answers so we went to inspect Brand's body. The rope the coroner had didn't match the markings on his neck. It was done with a rope that had stones embedded in it. I'm fairly certain there is a cover-up going on, but..."
Chris pauses and shrugs, taking another drink. "There were traces of faint necromancy around his neck, as well as the body of a tiefling girl who was found murdered just in the area. Like me, she had a long scar along her right side. I don't know whether they are linked, but both bodies seem to point to a serial killer in Polaris. That's where my last memories are from, so that's the best lead I can give to you."
He falls silent and polishes off his drink before pouring another. "I'd like to investigate the tiefling girl's murder scene, if anybody'd like to lend me a hand."