The Dresden Files RP- "Edge Town"

"My significant other is also nicknamed as 'Kat'. Hence my...irritation." Tim said, and then added toward Katelyn. "Not at you. I am very certain this is somehow Jarls fault."

"Yeesh, Mr. Terry, how do you get by with all these cat people around?" M said as a small smirk hit him. "Sounds so lonely for dog lovers on this team."

"You know, as the owner of a canine apex predator and a card-carrying member of a religion whose chief god owns two wolves, I resent the implication that I'm a cat person."

Tjalfe barked.

"He's just a plaything to one once so often." Tim added calmly.

"Mr. M, whenever I feel lonely I just bask in the warm, fuzzy glow of my superiority. Like this." Terry gazed off into the middle distance and gave a rapturous sigh.

"Don't you also go into the park and ask random people to throw a stick?"....damn. Kat is corrupting me slowly.

"I can throw my own damn sticks, thank you very much."

"That seems somewhat masturbatory, though."

"What, is playing fetch something sexual with you? And I always thought European kinkiness was just a stereotype."

"And I, the simple peaceful salesman resent being punched in the mouth in a foreign country," M said with an eye roll to Jarl before turning back to Terry.

"Well he is a Deustchlandsman, Mr. Terry, they're some of the most deviant, on this fair continent," M teased.

"Think you'll find that the French take the award for deviancy around here. The Germans are practically saints in comparison."

"It's that-a-way," Anne pointed down the busy street, not looking up from her map. With the location locked in her memory she put all the papers away, smiling a little, and wrapped an arm around David's shoulders. "Good and c-close."

"Very well. Business, then. Let's see his demands."

Alexander paused, casting a critical eye over Venari. His companion was almost certainly a spy, either to White Queen herself, his former master, or another player. On the other hand, that could be useful.

"Venari-would you care to accompany me, or remain here? I don't generally allow people outside my outfit to accompany me, but I'm in a generous mood today. Besides, I somehow doubt I have to worry about you turning my secrets over to the law."

edited 21st May '15 4:14:10 PM by DrTentacles

Katlyen rolled her eyes again. "Alright, let's get settled in and then meet back here in an hour..." She glanced at Jarl. "Two hours. We could do with a war-council."

Anne and Ayda cut their way through the streets- throngs of people, heading to and away from the train station fill the walkways and the sun only grows hotter in the sky the more it traces it's path.

Yet somehow, the parking lot where Anne had left her car- beside a Church naturally- was deserted. Completely.

And yet, when Anne and Ayda drew close they heard a voice- unsteady and full of pain, whimpering on the other side of Anne's car.

Venari shrugged smiling. "Would you like me to dangle on your arm tantalizingly? Feign disinterest and look pretty to add to your aura of intimidation and status?"

Is this where I say "I don't like the looks of this"?

Annette grimaced, resting her arm around David's shoulders and holding him closer to herself. The sounds coming from the car made her worried in more ways that one. If it was actually somebody in pain, then they should help, but what caused it? What if it was still here, too?

At least if it was a trap then both of those questions could be answered right off the bat. Yippie.

"...a-Ayda..." she spoke in a quiet voice, "...p-punchy witch f-first, or lady w-with a bottle of a-acid...j-just in case?"

Ayda wrote "Acid first, then I can snipe from behind a pillar if needed. What about David?"

"Perhaps. It's also entirely possible Rigelleto is rampantly homophobic, and then where are we?"

Alexander gave Venari a sly smile, extending his hand.

"We'll see how it unfolds. Simply...follow my lead. I hope you'd don't object to playing the dutiful escort. Whatever that may entail."

edited 21st May '15 11:16:10 PM by DrTentacles

"If y-you're at a safe...distance..."

Annette's hand tightened around David's shoulder. The last time I trusted anyone with him...that bastard fae...what if this is one of his tricks again?

She looked down at David, eyes wide and fearful.

"...who d-do you feel safest with, sweetheart?"

"Two hours is fine by me. Might give me another shot at contacting Jack. Maybe one of the Little Folk."

David put his hand to Anne's, staring her in the eye, his voice uncharacteristically steady. "You mom. Always you."

Venari laughed. "I would say this isn't the Americas, but we are but a stone's throw from the Vatican and it can be easy to forget not all of Italy shares White Court attitudes." He reached out taking Alex's hand. "I have a feeling following your lead will be exceptionally fun."

"...then stay next to me, but...behind m-my back, okay, dear?" Anne nodded, then looked up at Ayda, "Hopefully it's...n-nothing."

She had her free hand in her pocket, on the bottle of acid, all the same.

It takes, as Jarl predicted, about two hours for everyone to dump their crap and get settled into their rooms- vaguely reminiscent of fallout shelters but with hardwood flooring and feather beds.

One by one, team Loki-is-making-us-do-it stumbles back into the main hall and gathers around a table near the back for the meeting.

Ayda and Anne circle around the car, and come face to face with a gruesome sight.

A young man with peppery red hair lies on the ground beside Anne’s car, his shoulder and part of his torso torn as if slashed by some kind of creature. Red blood leaks onto the asphalt, as the man, barely conscious, tries to flip over. Something is clutched in his right hand- silver chain of some sort. Ayda catches flashes of what might be a blue pendent of some kind.

"Gross." David comments, surveying the sight from behined Anne's skirt.

“Have to find…Find Q.” It’s a harsh whisper- more like a plea, barely audible as it tumbles out of the man's mouth.

edited 23rd May '15 9:10:16 PM by LMage

I refuse to make a Star Trek joke in this grim a situation.

Annette swallowed, unsure if the violence in front of her made her sick, or the fact that she was getting more and more used to things like this. She placed the hand free of her pocket on the back of David's head and tried to steer his vision away from the blood.

"...a-Ambulance?" she says, loud enough for him to hear.

"Well." Tim began. "Anyone have an idea where we start this...operation?"

"So." Jarl sat down as he said that, his fingers curled around some kind of off-brand Italian lemon soda. "Plans. For getting into a jail that's smack dab in the middle of Vatican City."

"Well, we know where to start." He glanced over at Tim. "Loki mentioned the music box. The one that contained a copy of the Litany of Saint Peter."

edited 25th May '15 1:30:37 PM by math792d