The Dresden Files RP- "Edge Town"

"Don't get carried away, Sister. I have questions for these."

He cocked the shotgun with a ka-chunk, ejecting the empty shells, and fed in new ones, sighting down the barrel at one of the staggering White Court. He aimed low-a leg, and fired a blast of buckshot at his hapless cousin. He gives Caleb a side-long glance, teeth bared in an adrenaline-fueled smile.

"Why don't you demonstrate how to kill a Vampire, welsh?"

edited 5th Jun '15 8:59:01 PM by DrTentacles

M rubbed his face again and sighed, then looked solemnly at Katelyn.

"Maybe I'm not ready to learn that yet. Or maybe the guilt is still too crushing for me to get wisdom. You're all probably right. Exactly right. But I don't feel I believe it just yet. Knowledge and belief are two different things in the brain and first can take a while to be the second, okay?"

"I just know what I've experienced and I know that I've ruined a lot in the name of doing the right thing and because I didn't want to stand by and regret not doing anything. Right now, I'm still regretting doing anything at all, so if you please, could we drop this and just try to get back to the job like professionals?" It was a soft request but his eyes and his body language indicated it was a plea, the way his head bowed down but his eyes still facing Kat and his hands clasped tightly.

Caleb smirked and nodded at Lelaine- they moved with surprising levels of synchronization, particularly given how hard Lelaine must have been working to restraining her Hunger.

Caleb unloaded his gun into the chest of the nearest vamp- dropping it. Lelaine darted after him, slamming her knee against it's chest cavity and making it collapse with a kind of splurch that splattered her in silver. The hunter didn't miss a bit, dashing past her and straight into meele range with the next nearest enemy- the one Alex had shoot in the knee.

It charged at him in a blind furvor but Caleb tossed his knife into the air and slammed his palm clean against the vampire's nose causing it to stumble back in confusion. In the same breath he snatched the knife back out of the air and slashed, right across the monster's neck. That dropped it to the floor- thought the twitching was enough to indicate he was still alive.

He turned to not at Lelaine- and together they advanced on the last two, barred and ready to fight.

As they watched Venari's hand found the inside of Alex's arm- he looked up into Alex's eyes with something...hard to read. There was a slight tug- not enough to be of any really merit, but an indication for Alex to come back into the warehouse while the other two fought. That he had something to say.

Katelyn sighs. "I'll go with Jarl and Leon into the shadows. Where exactly do you lot plan to hit the books?"

As the war council carried on just out of Ayda's ear shoot, the bartender departed placing the last glass under the table and proceeded to the reception desk. When she smiled at Ayda it was...warm. Comforting. Homey.

"Hello." She moved her fingers through ASL with perfect annunciation. "How can I help?"

"I figure we start at the University Library, or one of the city ones."

Katelyn frowned. "Shouldn't your embassy have a more...relevant...library?"

"It occurs to me instead of striding into the Roman Underworld blind, that if the Embassy does have a library, we might want to do some research also before we head to the lands of the dead. Because despite Jarl's experience with the Norse underworld, I wouldn't be surprised if there were more differences then similarities."

"It's not really the Underworld - it's just the fact that Rome is built on the ruins of many, many older cities, and some of the Roman sewer systems are far, far below the modern pipes and very unlikely to be disturbed. The worst thing we'll find down there is old lead pipes and whatever's riling up the Manes."

"Chances are high if you cut through the veil in the Catacombs it would reveal the Plutonic Underworld." Katelyn noted.

"Ok. At the very least then we should at least get some maps. Sounds like it'll be pretty easy to get lost down there. And yes I'm aware most if its probably not mapped, but still. And at least some research beyond Catacombs filled with angry probably enthralled spirits would be nice. No?"

"Yes, and not breaking into the personal domain of the reasonable son of Chronos - or Saturn I guess- seems like a smart idea."

Jarl shrugged at Leon. "Who'd know what's down there, though? I mean, unless there are wizards that take routine trips into spirit-infested catacombs, what're we going to be studying?"

edited 11th Jun '15 1:43:40 PM by math792d

Ayda was rather confused by the bartender; she didn't speak ASL, only LIS, the Italian sign language. She could guess what the bartender was asking, though, and wrote out a note in Italian saying "Do you have any free rooms?"

edited 11th Jun '15 2:52:43 PM by Tojin

"At the very least they probably have more details on the Manes. And maybe some hearsay on if anything else lurks down there."

"If you'd enter the Nevernever down there it would literally be a greco-roman russian roullette on where you'd end up. And that is being conservative." Tim put in.

Annette came into the little tavern-bar-inn-thing once she was a little more composed, carrying David on one hip and her bag in the other. She whispered a small, "We can sleep in a little b-bit, sweetheart," to him in German before looking around for Ayda. She seemed to be doing the smart thing—which Anne hadn't even thought of—of getting rooms in the accorded grounds rather than outside of it.

Durh. Maybe I'm not on the top of the ball today, either. Must be the paranoia.

Annette came up behind Ayda and smiled. "Any l-luck, dear?"

Ayda turned to Anne and wrote "Not yet, but soon, probably. One room or two?"

"Well if Herr Von Hochberg is going to research through the proper ways I'll do it in the tourist-y way. Maybe if I browse enough museums and read enough brochures I might get lucky," M shrugged.

"And if you really want an idea of what part of the spirit world you're going to end up in if you open a tear I could, uh.. no better word for it... "Lend"," M flinched at the word "Ntikuma to you for help. It may cost you guys a book or five or... something, but you may need all the help you can get."

M didn't like the word lend but he couldn't think of anything better at the moment. He knew his Loa was not "owned" by anyone and since he tended to always be watching for a good story he could be vindictive about the implication. Minor personal gods were still gods after all.

"I th-think a better question is b-bed number, rather th-than rooms. I'm f-fine with just one r-room, but," Annette chuckled softly, "I'm p-pretty sure you'd want your own b-bed. Th-though I h-have been wrong before?"

There was a moment's pause.

"...y-y-you know, as opposed to a c-couch. Or f-floor. Not...I w-wasn't...implying anything," she coughed and averted her eyes to the most interesting wall she had ever seen, "I'll sh-shut up now."

Wow. Wow. I don't even know if I was flirting or if I'm exhausted.

edited 11th Jun '15 7:00:40 PM by KeiranGold

Ayda giggled silently (more a rhythmic exhalation than anything) and wrote an addendum to her note to the bartender, saying "How many beds are in each room?"

The woman laughs a bit and responds in Italian Sign Language. "It depends on the room. I can get you a suite with two bed one bath for a reasonable price."

"Davey and I are g-good with sh-sharing a bed," she smiled, albeit a bit sheepishly, at Ayda. She wasn't too pressed for money, having saved up for the trip, and as long as they had a roof over their head somewhere safe it was worth it. "Split the p-payment as b-best we can?"

"Like I said, crashing into the house of the one nice male Greco-Roman deity is not exactly on my list of spectacular ideas, so I think we'll just stick to meatspace for now. I mean, if our mystery necromancers open a Way, I doubt it's going to end very well for them, either."

As the laundromat exploded into battle, Alexander reached for the thrill of battle, trying to find that thrill. He sighted down the barrel at the downed vamp, the trigger creaking under his fingers, lining up the shot. He felt Venari move to his side-something urgent in the man's eyes. He pushed it aside, to the back of his mind, reaching for the battle-rush.

It wasn't there. He was calm. Controlled. Himself. His Hunger was a dull, icy ache-fat, sated and complacent.

This is too easy. You couldn't even send exciting assassins, Malrose. For that alone, I owe you a reckoning.

He sighed, dropping the barrel, and firing at the downed White Court's leg, hobbling it further.

Stay down, kinsman. We will have words.

Then, he turned to Venari, moving back, trying to keep a view of Lilaine and Caleb in case something truly dangerous revealed itself. His voice was tense, restless, frustrated, the pent-up violence making his words unusually curt.

"Do you know him?"

edited 13th Jun '15 6:31:43 PM by DrTentacles

Ayda dashed off a quick "We'll take it" to the bartender, then started to write another note to Anne, then stopped to check her pockets... and found about €40, which was certainly enough for a meal, but not quite enough for a hotel room. She grimaced. Dammit. She went back to her note to Anne, saying "I've only got €40, so it looks like you're paying for most of it. I'm really sorry about this."

edited 15th Jun '15 1:17:37 PM by Tojin

"Yes." Venari's voice was short and layered in...something hard to pin down. But it definitely was not fondness. "We did not exchange words, but the incident was...distinct. I imagine he will remember And when he does things are going to turn very ugly very quickly." He produced a single silver blade from his sleeve- curved in such a fashion that a neck would fit into the curve and angled for maximum length and depth of a slit. His hand on the hilt was steady. "That man- he is commonly known as the Silver Knight. He is a member of the...Community. His mother The Silver Maiden built her legacy on the blood of The Court, he is not much better. He was not exaggerating, I would not doubt he has killed hundreds of Courtiers in his time."

"It couldn't hurt to know a little about where we are going." Katelyn admitted. "If nothing else, the Council should have some kind of estimation of what was down there, and thus is under the control of the enemy."

Alexander grinned wider, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"So he's not just a pretty face. Fancy that."

His chuckle was low and predatory, glancing over the counter at his sister and the monster-hunter.

"My plan, of course, is unchanged. Once the last of Malroses's men fall, we turn our weapons on Caleb. Aim to incapacitate-I have a great many questions for him."

edited 15th Jun '15 1:44:25 PM by DrTentacles