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London Gothic [BG & Shea] (IC)

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Re: London Gothic [BG & Shea] (IC)

Post by TheBigun » Wed Aug 29, 2018 1:48 pm

"I smell blood.. This way."

Blood was the one thing Vampires smelt far more clearly than wolves, but all the same what Grey smelt in that moment was entirely different. Whatever awaited them ahead stank of blood, sweat, and some amalgam of stench that even he couldn't describe.

"Whatever is here, be aware, we are not alone." he said, flashing her a glance and slight nod. He took point as they moved toward the home, taking a small peak in through the front window of the home. There was a low candle, burnt down nearly to the bottom of it's wick. Several chairs were toppled over inside and several blood drips leading towards the backside of the small room visible from the window. Several crunching noises followed with what sounded like a leaky faucet echoed down the alley towards them. Grey shot another glance at Eris and motioned with his head towards the side alley before turning and moving towards it himself. He kept his footsteps light, and quiet as possible as he moved towards the rear complex of the building. The sound grew louder as they approached, but cut off completely just before they reached the end of the path, with only a dull, wet thud being left behind.

Grey peered around the corner slowly, to the see the dead body of a grey haired older, likely elderly, woman. Her throat had been torn to shreds, scratches abounded the front of her body and arms, but otherwise nothing. Grey turned his head to motion Eris forward to see the situation herself, but was stopped almost immediately by a shadow which moved much more quickly than he'd expected. At once from the opposite end of the rear yard the shadow charged towards him, slamming into his body only a moment after he had managed to brace himself. Even still the force pushed him back several feet as he locked his arms against the creatures chest while it clawed his arms and chomped it's teeth towards his face.

The clothes, the appearance, the face... Grey had a short-lived realization as the creature broke through his braced posture and slammed itself into his chest once more, toppling them both to the ground. Cocking one leg upward and onto the creatures chest, he shoved it off him with full force sending it back several in the opposite direction.

"We need him alive, we need to find out what's happened to him." Grey said, shooting to his feet and preparing for the next attack. "It's Greem."
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Re: London Gothic [BG & Shea] (IC)

Post by Shea » Sun Sep 02, 2018 11:52 pm

"We need him alive, we need to find out what's happened to him," Grey said, shooting to his feet and preparing for the next attack. "It's Greem."

There was a slight pause as Eris took a moment to comprehend the gravity of his words, before a simple,"Understood," passed her lips. With Greem's mutated form pushed back in to the defensive by Grey's assault, Eris darted to the wall closest to her, both hands moving to a sheath at her back where two short swords were produced from under a swath of cloth. They twirled in her grasp momentarily before she lunged at his retreating form, managing to land a deep set of incisions across his flailing arms. Whatever was left of the man snarled as the cut of her blades tore through his flesh. A howl escaped him then, not unlike that of a feral wolf, before he took straight after her with swiping claws. With her only real option the confines of the bloodied alley, she pressed one foot to the stone support and vaulted over him, charging an elbow into his lower spine as she landed. Casting her blades aside she took hold of him around the neck with both arms, striking out at the bacik of his legs to bring him to his knees.

He struggled against her superhuman strength as she used one solid jab of her knee to paralyse his lower back.
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Re: London Gothic [BG & Shea] (IC)

Post by TheBigun » Mon Sep 03, 2018 5:19 pm

Grey quickly followed Eris into the fray of combat, pulling the beasts attention between the two of them as Eris produced wounds against the beast, slowing him down. Even still, he lashed out with increasing ferocity, flailing harder and harder even as Eris grappled him from behind. He swung wildly within her grasp as Grey approached from the front, pulling the enchanted shackles from his within his jacket and bringing them towards the beasts arms, but the beast would not go willingly.

In a flash, Greem's momentarily wounded arms recovered or otherwise moved in spite of his previous wounds, reaching up and scrapping down Eris' arms, producing similar if not more shredded wounds as his own. He threw his head back against Eris' chin, weakening her grasp on him as he shoved off her arms and forced his back into her chest, sending her flying into the wall behind them. Before Grey could react the beast made similar slashes at him. Grey pulled back, but not enough to avoid the slashes entirely as one flung the chains from his grasp across the courtyard and another ripped across his chest leaving a hand shaped scrape along the length of his torso.

Grey stood face to face with the beast who had thrown he and his partner around for nearly a minute now, a slow and eerie silence between them that likely only lasted a second, though it felt like much longer. Grey released a heavy breathe against the cold air and stared at the creature in front of him as a slight yellow glow swirled within his irises before the two charged at each other once more. In a matter of seconds the two threw each other against floor and everything in the vicinity before finally Greem had forced Grey to the ground and sunk his teeth into Grey's neck from behind. Grey let an angered shout which devolved into a bestial roar as he reached over his own head, pulling Greem over him and onto the floor. He took both of his, now very clearly furred and clawed, hands, wrapped them around Greem's head which still shook and foamed, and twisted them to either side.

A loud crack echoed across the small courtyard as Grey pulled himself to his feet. A swift woosh saw Eris over the beast's, temporarily, comatose body clamping the shackles to its arms and legs. Grey stepped back and took several deep breaths, staring down at his shapeshifted arms as he gripped his fists as tight as possible, slowly receding the bestial qualities to his normal form. He exhauled a slight sigh of relief, before looking over to Eris.

"Well I suppose the Swindler and Swan will have to wait for the night." he jested, though he did not laugh. A slight look of confusion and worry crossed his brow. "You're not healing." he said, indicating at her arms where the beast had scratched her. Looking down at his own chest, the large and bleeding slashes still clearly showing across his torso through his torn outfit. He reached up to where Greem had bit his neck and pulled his hand back to see it still covered in blood.
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Re: London Gothic [BG & Shea] (IC)

Post by Shea » Wed Sep 05, 2018 10:42 pm

A slight look of confusion and worry crossed his brow as she moved to meet him, the sharp stinging through the flesh of her arms not abating. "You're not healing," he said, indicating her limbs drenched in blood. Surveying himself next, she watched with a curious gaze as he patted his wounded neck, pulling away a still bloodied hand.

"That's.. different," Eris muttered, raising her arms. "Some sort of toxin, perhaps? In any case, we should return to headquarters as soon as possible," she said, but found herself glancing at the ravaged body of the elderly woman splattered across the alley. Within the next moment she was leaving Greem's immobolised form momentarily to survey the scene, stepping broadly over the hulking arms shackled protectively to his chest.

The artery and wind pipe of the woman had been completely shredded, and any life blood that had once coursed through her veins was now puddled and cold around her. Deep bites and slashes covered her torso, her skin clammy and cold to the touch. Kneeling by the body, Eris slipped a hand over the woman's gradually greying irises and guided her eyes closed for the final time. Underneath the coagulating blood pooling at the base of her throat, the outline of a pendant glinted in the bare light of the nearest street lamp. Casting a peculiar look, Eris fished the necklace from the woman's neck, the aged chain connecting the two ends snapping under the briefest show of force.

The skin of the vampire's arms prickled as she once again brought herself to her feet, trailed by a familiar sensation she couldn't quite put her finger on. She supposed the site had dredged up memories of the various corpses she had seen across her lifetime and the things they left behind, of which there were plenty; personal belongings possibly the least important them.Nevertheless, she polished some of the gunk off the face of the pendant with the end of a sleeve, looping the broken chain around her hand as to not lose it in the muck before pang of peculiar nausea gripped her and she sagged against the wall.

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Re: London Gothic [BG & Shea] (IC)

Post by TheBigun » Thu Sep 06, 2018 7:46 am

"Some sort of toxin, perhaps?"

Grey mused for a moment, taking the same breath Eris was whilst calming down after the harrowing fight. His nostrils flared and burned in the cold air, his lungs felt heavy as he inhaled, and the wounds on his chest burned slightly when he exhaled. Whatever Greem's claws and teeth had been laced with was making itself known rather quickly.

"Certain werewolf clans have developed venomous bites, but to my knowledge all of them are regional to other places in the world. None are local here in London, and I've never heard of a vampire possessing any form of venom, it defeats the purpose of subtle vampiric feeding habits." Grey spoke as he walked towards the unconscious body of Greem. "Whatever the case may be, I'd suggest we shelve the inspection of Greem's home and return to HQ before either of us experiences any extreme reactions." Grey heaved Greem over his undamaged shoulder, wincing slightly as he did so, before turning to see Eris against the wall.

"Easy, girl, I can't carry you both." he said half jokingly and with a pained smile, as he shored up his jacket to cover his wounds from potential prying eyes, somewhat ignorant, in that moment, of the fact that the unconscious body would do just that. He wondered for a moment why the venom wasn't affecting him as much as his partner, considering whether his werewolf genes were more resistant, whether Eris had fed recently, or whether basic metabolic differences were playing a role, but passed over the thought as he considered their next move.

"We'll have to take the sewer route back, can't really walk about with an unconscious beast of a person on my shoulder without anyone taking notice."
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Re: London Gothic [BG & Shea] (IC)

Post by Shea » Thu Sep 06, 2018 8:51 am

Eris waved him off with a small smirk, at the same time pushing herself from her support to better stand on her own two legs, as lightweight as they felt. She held her ground well enough and came forward a few steps to test herself, taking one last check around the bloody ground in case they had missed anything. There was a small bloodied blade with a peculiarly curved end wedged under the woman's body that she could see, so she pocketed it in one of her various pouches, but not before flashing it at Grey for him to see. Glancing to the man-turned-beats's old hovel, there was some regret in not being able to follow through with their investigation here further. Alas, they moved toward the sewers.

Eris took the lead as Grey loomed behind with the body, her keen sense marking the notes of a certain stench that led them gradually to one of the sewer's entrances. With some awkward shuffling and transferring back and forth of the unconscious man, they both made it within the bowels of the area and descended, trailing through slop and death and the scurrying of plague rats. Despite the environment, a deep hunger stirred in her belly, probably made worse by whatever venom was making it's way through her system. Her flask was empty by now, and she glanced intermittently at the pendant wrapped close to her palm, the smell of old blood but blood none-the-less one her mind.

They hit home turf after some time, their progress impeded somewhat by their current state and the extra weight her partner had to carry. She aided him where possible, tearing pieces of her gown to strap Grey's wounds as best she could as a temporary triage, his other bandages already bleeding through. The Organisation opened up before them as two guards, both wolves by the smell of them, creaked open the grand doors and led them inside. One, who she knew as Tanner, led them to the left of the grand staircase and to a door marked Laboratory. Knocking once, then letting the door swing open, an older man with a flash of ginger hair met them at the entrance, a pleased look across his face. He must have only just been informed of their arrival, and with a specimen no doubt.

"Greetings! You've both come in rather late, haven't you," he playfully chided, and Eris brushed past him with barely a glance, snatching up some cloth from the table nearby and tearing it into strips, which she began to dress her slowly drying arms with.

The wretched smell that followed them forced him to crinkle his nose, though her indifference was apparently more startling.

"Oh - uh, well, my name is Charles, I'll be your -- oh good Gods, what is that!?"

The man pressed himself instinctively as far as possible from the threat, though incapacitated over the wolf's shoulder, as Grey shuffled through the door. He stared with both curiosity and shock, his hands pressed behind him along the edge of the table.

"You've.. been busy?"

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Re: London Gothic [BG & Shea] (IC)

Post by TheBigun » Thu Sep 06, 2018 9:41 am

"Oh - uh, well, my name is Charles, I'll be your -- oh good Gods, what is that!?"

The man pressed himself instinctively as far as possible from the threat, though incapacitated over the wolf's shoulder, as Grey shuffled through the door. He stared with both curiosity and shock, his hands pressed behind him along the edge of the table.

"You've.. been busy?"

"What's the matter doc," Grey said, slumping the shouldered body onto a stretcher, "never seen an unconscious, feral vampire before?" Grey unlatched Greem from the shackles and slipped them through the bars of the bed, strapping the additional braces onto him from the bed itself.

"Well no, actually, I haven't..." the man began, stepping towards the unconscious Greem and looking at him over the top of his glasses, but turned towards Grey with a quizzical look on his face. "What do you mean feral?"

After a brief explanation of recent events, the doctor began to examine their wounds, taking small swabs of the venom and blood before attempting to wash the wounds to some degree.

"Well... I'm afraid there isn't a whole lot that I can do on my end. Whatever venom was present from the scratches and bites has been mostly absorbed by your bodies. What's left can likely be washed off with some hot water and alcohol to sterilize the wounds." Charles spoke, handing the two soft cloth and antiseptic, before stepping back and moving towards a small sink in the lab where he began to wash his hands. "Your natural regeneration's seem to have been temporarily slowed by the venom and the symptoms of nausea will likely last until the venom passes through your system, but given you have begun to heal in whatever small degree, I'd assume you're in no major danger as of yet." Still speaking to the two of them, Charles moved towards his other 'patient' who was showing small degrees of consciousness. "Take the night, keep your wounds clean, and you should be fine by tomorrow, but I'd like to see you both before you head out on another mission regardless." he said, peering over the stirring body of Greem, while indicating towards the both of them.
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Re: London Gothic [BG & Shea] (IC)

Post by Shea » Thu Sep 06, 2018 11:07 pm

Feeling no real desire to say anything on the topic of Greem, feral vampires or disturbing new toxins, Eris slipped back into the foyer after decontaminating and re-dressing her wounds. She pulled the end of a fresh piece of cloth tightly over itself and tucked it away at her wrist, both arms now covered from elbow to thumb with intermingled bandage work. The blood flow had stemmed enough for her to work without much mess, and though the regeneration process was slow like Charles had said, it worked enough to begin the clotting process at the very least. Folding the cloth of her blouse back over her arms to obscure the sight, Eris glanced at her partner to see how he was faring.

She wasn't much for conversation, but there was an urge to say something, make some comment about their success or failure. An innocent woman had died, but they had captured the thing responsible - someone who was also directly related to their broader investigation. Whether he - or it - could actually tell them what they needed to know or not they still had a starting point, which was more than they could say a few hours ago. They would need to report to Roselyn, eat and recover, and get some much needed rest.

Eris pulled the flask from her hip only to reverse the gesture after an awkward jolt, remembering it had been run dry several hours ago. She hooked it back at her side and dusted herself off, and then checked one of the small pouches she had used earlier. Flicking it open, the knife was was still there, a thick layer of blood along the blade's edge beginning to crust. On a similar thread of thought, the necklace she had pulled from the dead woman had now vanished under the wrappings up to her hand, and she realised now that it was probably odd to hold someone's closest possession so close to herself, especially when it held no meaning to her. She couldn't remember the last she had something like that of her own. Something of meaning.

"I haven't seen a controlled transformation in a number of years," she said distractedly as Grey finally wandered out of the lab. She tucked her hands away, looking to meet his gaze instead. "Does it hurt more or less than one brought about by the moon?"

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Post by TheBigun » Fri Sep 07, 2018 3:25 am

"I haven't seen a controlled transformation in a number of years," she said distractedly as Grey finally wandered out of the lab. She tucked her hands away, looking to meet his gaze instead. "Does it hurt more or less than one brought about by the moon?"

The question had caught Grey off-guard. The topic of transformation was something he avoided on principle, too many bad memories, but this was the first time in a while someone had broached the subject to him, so he had no choice but to formulate an answer.

"Breaking your own bones in any respect doesn't merit much of a comparison, even within two similar experiences. It's the willpower behind it that matters, in my experience." Grey began, giving a small head tilt to bid her follow as he headed up the stairs with the intention of giving Roselyn their report. She would have been asleep at this hour, having no need to work at night as the external agents often did, but the return with hostage in tow would have reached her ears some time ago. "A full moon transformation," he continued, "comes naturally, if you let it, but changing outside the full moon requires exertion of the emotion and thought." While his words were the truth and did come from experience, he knew his words were a hollow excuse. The truth, the real truth, was that he hadn't changed on a full moon in centuries thanks to the amulet around his neck, one created by Roselyn herself, and with good reason.

Before the two knew it, they were standing outside the door which read "Director Roselyn Venire" across the front. Grey flashed a glance to Eris and knocked on the door. It was silent for a moment, before the door eased open to show Roselyn at her desk, lamp on, reading through paperwork. She offered no greeting at first, merely waited for the two to make their way inside and take their seats on the opposite side of the desk from her. Once the two were seated, Roselyn met their eyes with her own. She was a little ragged, likely having forgone any form of beautification at this hour, but her eyes were astutely alert nonetheless.

"I hear you two have had some fun tonight.

Another explanation, similar to the one they had given the doctor only in much more detail this time, later and Roselyn sat back in her desk. She pushed her fingers underneath the glasses on her face and gripped the bridge of her nose as she closed her eyes. There was a moment of silence as she appeared to be processing the events as they had been explained to her. She gave a short sigh, before removing her hand and opening her eyes.

"Good work tonight, but we've just begun our work on this. I'll keep this short and sweet both for the hour and for what I'm about to say. I know both of you are likely eager to go back and search the scene of the accident, but from what I understand the doctor has order you both to rest for the night." Roselyn explained as she packed up several of the folders on her desk and began slipping them into drawers. "I already have several agents moving to the scene of the fight to remove an suspicious evidence from the courtyard where you had the encounter. So, for the time being, I'm ordering both of you to lodge in some of the many room we have here in HQ, see the doctor as requested before heading out, and then continue with the leads you've been handed." Roselyn nodded and gave a short wave of her hand beckoning the two to leave. "Be sure to not get scratched again this time, I need you two to be available for the case at all times."

Grey stood and politely allowed Eris out the door first, he had only made it one step outside the doorway before a sharp, familiar, pain hit the back of his head. He looked back into the office at Roselyn who merely cocked one eyebrow and pointed at him with a look of slight disapproval. Grey blinked and gave a slight nod as the door swung shut.
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Post by Shea » Fri Sep 07, 2018 6:07 pm

Eris took particularly close detail to Grey's explanation of werewolf transformations, and his slight hesitance at divulging the information simply for her convenience wasn't left unnoticed. Still, he humoured her like any gentleman, leaving out any mentions of his own experiences directly and rather explaning the process for wolves as a whole. It was nasty business, the snapping and reshaping of bones, the relocation of the spinal structure and the unimaginable agony one had to go through not only once but every time the change had to occur. Cutting out the moon's impact on such a creatures life must have been a blessing at least in half, and she knew there were occult ways of doing this; hexes or healing magic, for starters, but there was no one true fix and these needed to be reapplied after a certain length of time.

Their meeting with Roselyn followed a familiar pattern of information dumping and future planning that every Organisation de-briefing tended to follow. Eris found herself sagging further into the back of the seat as the woman talked, the dull nausea in her head and stomach curling into feelings of fatigue and motion sickness. She shut her eyes and willed away the ill feeling, and when she was prepared enough to stand Roselyn had concluded her discussion. Eris took the few moments before they exited the office to offer Roselyn the knife she had discovered, and the woman assured it would be sent to Charles for closer examination. She kept the pendant to herself.

Pulling her wispy locks from the messy bun atop her head, Eris tussled her hair and tied it losely behind her neck. She met Greymane in the hall and gave a nod, all too tired for too many words.

"Good work tonight. Thank you for having my back," was all she could really manage to say.

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Re: London Gothic [BG & Shea] (IC)

Post by TheBigun » Sat Sep 08, 2018 1:45 pm

Grey had stepped forward out of Roselyn's office and leaned on the railing which overlooked the building's main floor. He stared blankly at the movement on the floor below, people moving around like ants each with their own job and goal oriented action. His mind was subsumed by the events of the night. For all the excitement and discovery, something seemed off. Everything that had happened since Eris had shown up, or more accurately very shortly before she had, was like one long chain of coincidences all taped up together by the reappearance of this... piecemeal serial murderer. Grey's gut screamed at him that something was going on behind the scenes, something he couldn't place yet, something that was going rear it's head sooner rather than later.

"Good work tonight. Thank you for having my back."

Eris' words woke Grey out of the trance he'd fell into thinking about what happened. He blinked and strained his eyes, just realizing how truly tired he was between the exertion of the night and, very likely, the venom still passing through his system. He took a breathe and responded.

"Of course, you as well. What are partners for, after all."

It was interesting actually, vampires were always the ones Grey got along best with, even if the feelings became less and less mutual as his partnerships went on. It would have been easy to assume the worst, to think "Just give it time, that'll change before long", but for once his mind didn't go there. He wasn't sure if it was the prior acquaintance they had made, however brief, or whether it was because that acquaintance had been made in an ironically simpler time in his life. Still, for the time being, he... they had work to do, and that was where he was most effective, when there was someone to track. In any case, Grey nodded to Eris as they went their separate ways, heeding the order of Roselyn and finding private lodgings of their own with the building.

"Ahhh!" a female voice cried out before being muffled.

"SHHH! You'll wake the dead, screaming like that." responded a young male's voice.

"You snuck up on me, you know how I hate that. Especially... in this place."

"Are you scared of the monsters that sleep above? Don't you trust me to protect you from them?" the voice said in a sarcastic tone. There was a long silence between the voices before a short sniffle and sounds of crying.

"Hey... hey..."

"I just worry, that's all." the female responded between tears. "We both know what'll happen if we get caught."

"That's actually what I wanted to talk with you about. I may have found a way for us to leave. For real this time. We can go anywhere we want, as long as we keep going."

"We both know we'd never make it out of the Carpathians before they caught us."

"You let me worry about that, when I'm finished, we'll never have to worry about my father, ever again."


A dull knock on the door woke Grey from his sleep. He blinked his eyes, still tired from the night before, and sat up in the bed. He pulled a small timepiece from his jacket on the bedside. He'd slept in, likely thanks to the venom. The bright side was that he was near positive it had passed through his system entirely by that point. Another knock on the door. Grey stood and walked over to the door, cracking it openly slightly enough to only show his face.

"Oh.. uhh... Just checking to make sure you're still among the living." said Charles with meek, almost scared, smile. "I know I already mentioned it last night, but do please come and see me when you've properly awoken, we... Director Roselyn and myself, have much to speak with you and your partner about."
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Re: London Gothic [BG & Shea] (IC)

Post by Shea » Mon Sep 17, 2018 9:30 pm

Her breaths were measured as she darted between one obstacle after another, landing swift slashes to the stuffed canvas torsos of the training mannequins scattered about the open sandstone courtyard. She held one blade in her right hand; a pristine silver shortsword, the hilt set with a finely carved ruby which glinted in the scarce torchlight, and she gripped the hilt loosely in the curves of her nimble fingers, a curled strap of fine maroon leather worn from many years of handling. Her steps were quick, fleeting and direct, the soles of her boots barely touching ground before she was moving again, re-directing her aim, her figure. There were some motions that were repeated over and over; a curl of her sword arm across her chest as though to deflect, then reigning it back to poise by her head; the quick jutting of the tip of the sword to the opponent's straw guts; the feint. But every stance that was made to harm left a trace or a wound - everything hit its mark.

Immobile opponents were no real threat, but she had begun too early in the morning for any potential sparring partners to be awake or out of Trance. Even if they were.. this place was still new to her, and the request would feel like more of a bother than anything. She had considered requesting Greymane to help her, but she knew he would be sleeping and needed the rest.

Eris' body had come to a slow, the angled tip of her sword wedged between two plates of wood staggered over one of the mannequins as mock armour. With a twist of her wrist she pulled it free and took a ready stance, inhaled-

Eris.

Her body jolted forward before she was ready, and despite her grip on her weapon the blade flew from her grasp and clattered across the ground.

Her muscles turned rigid, the breath she was holding died in her throat. Then she whirled, eyes cast urgently about the room, though the only figures nearby were the sparring dummies, some standing, others on their side having been beaten halfway across the room. A single bead of sweat traced a cold line down her brow, but the room was otherwise still. The mannequins did not move. No living soul entered, yet that name on the air had sounded close. Real - it felt real. She didn't move, couldn't. That voice.

"Miss Eris?"

She turned to the open archway. Charles hesistantly stood at the threshold, an amputated wooden arm sitting in isolation from its body by his feet. He looked concerned or confused, she didn't have the right mind to pick which, but he gestured to the door after a moment of studying her.

"If you're.. quite alright, I'd prefer to take a look at you before the day begins?," he explained. She checked the spaces in the room with a nervous glance, and her nerves took several moments to slow even to see that she was alone. With a deep inhale and exhale, her muscles lost their tautness and she found her legs carrying her to her discarded sword. She met Charles' gaze as she plucked it from the ground, sheathed it into its slot at her back, and nodded.



"Well the good news is the toxin should be out of your system provided you've both had an adequate amount of rest and relaxation!" he beamed. "Something filling to eat-" he turned to Eris, "or drink," he swirled back, "should also have aided in soaking it up a lot quicker."

Roselyn stood nearby, arms crossed and patiently waiting for the end of the man's explanations, though she seemed ready to jump in at any moment. Eris had seated herself on the desk between the two of them and Grey, her slim legs dangling just over the floor. But despite her usual air of indifference she seemed rattled, consumed by thoughts that had her picking distractedly at her already blunted nails. The chatter went through one ear and out the other as she stared at the same point in the wall where the final layer of bricks meet the floor, though she gave the occassional grunt of affirmation when either spoke.

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Re: London Gothic [BG & Shea] (IC)

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"Well the good news is the toxin should be out of your system provided you've both had an adequate amount of rest and relaxation!" he beamed. "Something filling to eat-" he turned to Eris, "or drink," he swirled back, "should also have aided in soaking it up a lot quicker." "The venom itself is actually rather intriguing, though. Despite my limited sample and window to examine it in, there were many unique qualities to it that I've not seen in an supernatural venom anywhere, namely a rather powerful neural stimulant which in, thankfully, much larger doses than you two received could cause rather substantial hallucinations or even waking nightmares." Charles smiled as he explained what he viewed as interesting to a crowd of three who expressed worry or disinterest both at his description and his reaction to it. He cleared his throat, the smile slowly fading from his face as he waved the floor to Roselyn.

"Thank you, Charles. On to more to pressing matters. Roselyn said, stepping forward to face both Grey and Eris. "There's been a development since last night... agents who were sent to the scene of your fight found the location as you described, minus one variable. There was no dead mundane."

Grey leaned forward as Roselyn spoke. His mind went back to the events of the previous night, remembering clearly the corpse of the elderly woman lying dead on the cobbled courtyard when they left.

"It didn't appear she had been dragged away, but there were signs of blood leading out of the scene. So either this woman, whom you described as being torn to shreds, got up and walked away, or she was collected, likely by the one who did... that," Roselyn said, tilting her head towards the expired corpse of the now fully dead and decomposing corpse of Greem, "to Greem." Clearing her throat and righting her posture, she continued. "Whatever the case may be, I've pulled several other assignments across the city until we can clear this up. As of yet, we have Agents here and in Scotland Yard actively searching for the woman as you described her and attempting to keep tabs on the supernatural community in the city. For now, I'd like you both to continue with your other lead from last night and bring me some usual information on this target. I don't like what's happening in my city as of late."
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One facet of information that did catch Eris' attention was Charles' explanation of the toxin creating hallucinations, and other mind altering events. It could explain why she had heard what she did that morning at training.. yet somehow this didn't entirely set her nerves to rest. Such a thing was only supposed to be possible in extremely large doses - Charles made a point of mentioning as much - and they had not only suffered a small amount but recovered from it after only a night's rest. So the voice.. it would have happened after she had supposedly recovered.
However, being a vampire the toxin may have affected her differently on the basis of racial variable alone, she bargained. Or, perhaps she hadn't eaten enough, or meditated enough to fully quash it, or maybe the venom was still in her system, that it would last longer for her because she was female and physically smaller than the usual wolf or her partner, or older vampires who had dealt with similar things.. Her world spun a little. Was she making excuses?

"There's been a development since last night... agents who were sent to the scene of your fight found the location as you described, minus one variable. There was no dead mundane."

A tinge of pain behind her eyes blew into a full migraine, and Eris pressed the flat of her thumb against the corner of a closed eye as though to push it out the back of her head. That mundane was dead, there was no doubt in her mind. She had checked the body herself. Touched the cold, grey skin. Examined the slice at her throat which was almost deep enough to reach bone. If it had up and walked away by its own volition then it meant they had some form of undead on their hands. If it had been taken by someone, then it meant someone was on top of their investigation and had struck between the time they left the scene and the next group of agents had come in. Either way, they were now down a vital piece of evidence, and the pendant and the knife were the only things they had managed to retain.

"Did you find anything on the weapon we discovered?"

Prompted by the query Charles nodded enthusiastically and hurried to a row of wooden shelves attached to the far wall, knocking over a few unimportant vials and crusty old tomes which he didn't seem too fazed about. Grabbing the knife from the belongings and some kind of small instrument he returned to the centre of the room where they could all see him. He held his palm open with the knife centred in balance, the other hand grasping the other item at his side.

"Alright.. I was examining the knife for any clues when I noticed a number of peculiarities in the engineering of the blade itself. Firstly," he carefully grasped the blade end of the weapon and held the butt of it out towards them. There inscribed at the flattened, dime sized end was a familiar red symbol carved into the wood. "The same mark yourself and Greymane discovered in the letter addressed to Greem from an unknown party. Not particularly mind-boggling I suppose, but an interesting sign regardless. However, it is not the feature I am most intrigued by. This is," he remarked, and with the small device in one hand - what looked like a simple, oversized sewing needle - he stabbed the centre of the symbol and pressed inwards. There was a small, hollow click, and the very end of the hilt popped open.

Eris couldn't help but raise a brow.

Charles took this as a sign of encouragement and cheerfully slipped a finger inside of the small opening to pull out a curl of worn parchment and two small vials, possibly half the size of a bottle cork with an odd silver, shimmering liquid inside. He held one of the minuscule vials up between his forefinger and thumb. "The liquid is sodium thiopental mixed with a substance I cannot recognize. On it's own it will induce coma, but this is normally in very large doses and wouldn't normally effect a non-human even then. I wager the second agent may enhance it's effects, hence the need for smaller amounts, and may activate for supernaturals. The note makes a little more sense as to it's use." He handed it off to Eris, who unfurled it and pulled it taut to decipher the text in clear line of sight.

"Eliminate Greem by whatever means necessary, leave nothing that can lead back to us. Payment will be delivered by Arlos at S&S in two nights time. Be wary, Greymane and Hadleigh on trail. If conflict is unavoidable they must be left alive," she said, delivering the last few words with her face half scrunched. She let the parchment curl partially closed and offered it off to Greymane with a concerned look.

"They know us? Whoever 'they' are."

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"...sodium thiopental... the second agent may enhance it's effects, may activate for supernaturals."

Grey leaned against the wooden counter, one hand clinching the bridge of his nose, the other supporting his weight against the edge of the wooden counter behind him.

"Eliminate Greem by whatever means necessary, leave nothing that can lead back to us. Payment will be delivered by Arlos at S&S in two nights time. Be wary, Greymane and Hadleigh on trail. If conflict is unavoidable they must be left alive,"

The hairs on his back stood on end.

"They know us? Whoever 'they' are."

Something was wrong. He'd felt it for days now, maybe even as far back as before this butcher had disappeared the first time. It ate away at him from the inside and he'd only just realized how much the whole situation stunk of coincidence.

There was a sudden crack and snap of wood as Grey's hand ripped through the edge of the counter top, sending splinters littered across floor at his feet.

"Charles can we have the room, please. Grey breathed in a surprisingly calm voice. Charles took a moment to answer, obviously rattled by the sudden noise.

"Well... it's... it's my lab, I..."

"Charles, the room!" Grey raised his voice, but did not unclench his nose, move, or open his eyes. Charles, clearly receiving the message looked at Roselyn, who gave a slight nod, before skittering across the lab and closing the door behind him. Once he had left the room, Grey looked up at the two of them and opened his eyes. His eyes glowed a familiar yellow for a moment, but faded to their usual color a moment later. Roselyn stood and stared, obviously waiting for Grey's next words.

"Sodium thiopental, experimentation, torture... dissection," Grey began, his eyes locked with Roselyn's, but slowly turned his gaze to Eris. "Where have we seen that before? he asked, redundantly.
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Re: London Gothic [BG & Shea] (IC)

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"Sodium thiopental, experimentation, torture... dissection/," Grey began, his eyes locked with Roselyn's, but slowly turned his gaze to Eris. "Where have we seen that before?" he asked, redundantly.

Eris struggled to swallow past a dry lump in her throat. She had already begun pacing the room anxiously, her mind a jumbled whir of panicked thoughts. The desire to flee had kicked in harder than the desire to stay and fight, and suddenly she was fighting the urge to burst through the labratory doors and never look back. But she funneled that energy into her legs, into her endless pacing and took measured breaths. A deeper sense of duty and a long burning hunger for revenge kept her steadfast.. but she was still terrified.

"Any who know me should be dead," she said quietly, and turned on a heel for the hundreth time to come around the same circular route she had been making across the room. She glanced at Roselyn as she passed. "Your agents saw to that."

Though the remark could have been venomous it instead came across dispassionately; a simple statement of fact. There was no love for the coven she had served for over twenty years, who did unspeakable things to the world, and her. It should have ended that night at the forest.

She ended up back at the door and finally stopped, the anxiety working itself out to the jarring movements of her fingers and hands; pulling and picking at her nails and the lower seams of her blouse. Her mind began to backtrack to her time at her old home, if it could ever be called that, but she managed to keep herself on task reviewing the information they had and the pieces that were missing. She wondered at Domhall's motives and if he knew what Greem had been turned into, if he knew they would be attacked by him at his home. That odd symbol also concerned her, and it reminded her now of symbols she had seen her sire use in the coven's old rituals and sacrifices.. Their ways couldn't have been contained within that one particular sect, and the sect itself contained members from covens all over, all of which had been hunted down, or so she'd been told. Perhaps some members had survived, and were attempting to re-establish Visgoth's ways..

Eris exhaled one deep, controlled breath. Roselyn took the moment to pipe in.

"Whatever this means, you still have a previous lead to follow. And this mention of a place in the letter - 'S and S' - it seems awfully coincidental to where you're headed. So for now, your task remains the same; find any information pertaining to Greem and his disappearance and what threads may come of it. But also keep an eye out for this 'Arlos' fellow, he may be the closest thing we have to a fresh clue. And be careful. These people know the two of you, so there's no telling what they have prepared. You are both dismissed."

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Where Eris reacted anxiously, Grey simmered. Where she showed panic, he exuded rage. Everything burned at his touch. He'd done a great deal to distance himself from parts of the world that made him experience this kind of raw emotion, and he'd just been confronted with one of the few that he could never truly be rid of. His hand had never unclenched since breaking the counter, and his grip only got tighter as the moment stirred around them, shoving the splinters into his hands which began to trickle a small amount of blood.

"Whatever this means, you still have a previous lead to follow. And this mention of a place in the letter - 'S and S' - it seems awfully coincidental to where you're headed. So for now, your task remains the same; find any information pertaining to Greem and his disappearance and what threads may come of it. But also keep an eye out for this 'Arlos' fellow, he may be the closest thing we have to a fresh clue. And be careful. These people know the two of you, so there's no telling what they have prepared. You are both dismissed."

"Director." Grey answered, not making eye contact, view focused on the lab's door. He walked forward, stepping past Eris, throwing his coat across one arm and then the other. The side of his foot clicked against the base of the door, pushing it open as he stepped through, as a still unsettled Charles looked up but said nothing. He made no effort to hold the door, or speak with Eris as he left, all essence of cordial behavior having left his body mere moments before. He exuded rage, the usual aura he painstakingly kept around him all but gone, and replaced with an untamed flame which spilt across the building's bottom floor. Several nearby Lycan agents stopped to steady themselves as though they were overcome with a sudden, voracious headache. Absent any notion of consequence, Grey moved towards the building's sewer access at pace, before disappearing inside. He kept the same pace as he walked, partially as a lingering control over the rage which begged him tear apart everything in sight and partially in recognition that Eris would be experiencing a similar adrenaline rush before she eventually made it back to his side so they could end this chase once and for all.
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Eris followed Grey's hasty exit in the next instant, though she did not follow. In fact she wasn't even paying attention to which way he headed, or even the potentially disastrous effect he had on the other lupine agents in the vicinity as he exuded his pent up aggression. Her eyes did not meet Roselyn's, and she said nothing as her feet moved her down one hall to connect to another, through some doorway to connect to a handful of stairs. Her mind was not in the present moment, there was too much else to think about; past traumas, losses, failures. If she was strong enough of will to face such monsters, she certainly couldn't feel it at present, and that dark maw was threatening to swallow her whole.

She found herself outside, in the dark of a withered tree somewhere in the outer compound of the Organisation's main building. Steadying breaths flowed through her lungs as she took the moment to still herself on a stone bench, surrounded by an assortment of flowers painted various colours. Despite the bland weather and the almost continuous absence of sun, the gardens here survived sometimes.

Time escaped her knowledge, but roughly an hour has passed by the time she had calmed herself enough to think clearly and rest. She inhaled the many pollens and their exotic scents, reminiscent of many places she had called home, each one more different than the last. She had never been one for flowers or delicate things even back then, but she did know beauty, and she had still managed her own flower beds once upon a time, if only for the sake of her lover. Those flowers, those hardy growing things, they must have instilled something inside her as now every time she was amongst them she found some measure of peace.

But there was no peace ahead. Maybe at the end of things, when whatever this evil was was defeated, or it ended in her death, which was possible. She may have become immortal, but she could certainly die.



The Swindler & Swan was much alike any other sticky London tavern. People came here to drink, fight and gamble, but unlike most others it was a hive for the inhuman. Normal, unmagical or uncursed folk did not know of this place, and this was largely due to glamours and spells which dumbed or obliterated the memories of those who came too close to the perimeter or the knowledge within.

Eris stalked the perimeter with senses extended, her form melding to the shadows to become almost inconceivable to the naked eye. Only some of her kind could sense her through sight, but her steps made no sound and neither did her movements; no clothing scraping leather or metal against brick. Everything was dulled to it's slightest perception around her, and the closest others not of her own could come was through tracking her through smell. She had too much experience to slip up at this age.

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Re: London Gothic [BG & Shea] (IC)

Post by TheBigun » Wed Oct 03, 2018 4:37 pm

"He cannot be allowed to this leave this place any longer, his very presence outside could ruin everything this family has worked for in the past millennia."

"He is your son, you cannot honestly hope to cage him here for the rest of his life. You'll only feed the fire that already burns inside him. You've seen his anger, his pain..."

"And that is precisely why I intend to cordon him off from the rest of the world. Most importantly the servant girl whose been skulking around him after dark. Their relationship will only drive him further away from the future we have lain before him."


Though his steps were calm and slow as he moved towards his goal, his mind still burned with thoughts of the past. His focus drifted along the chain of events that had lead up to this moment and every piece only served to fuel the wildfire that flowed into his heart with every beat. There was something beyond it all that he could not place yet, but his gut and the beast inside him could smell blood on the air, and begged him burst out in a sprint towards it. He'd kept pace in case his partner had chosen to catch up, but she never did, and even after a hour of pacing beneath the streets, he could not calm the rage within him. He cast a rogue fist into a nearby wall, cracking the bricks several feet in all directions and shaking the small corridor where he now stood. Rats scurried at the noise and dust lightly fell from the surrounding area landing in the water and stone nearby. Whatever calm he prided himself on possessing before now was gone and he could imagine only one solution.

Once on the surface, Grey stared into the sky above as he walked. The moon was full as it glared over the city, casting a bright light across the streets. The air was cool, but there was no fog, no rain, just an empty air that swirled around him like a vortex as he stepped towards the Swindler and Swan. A calmer or more rational wolf would have questioned the lack of his partner in the vicinity, possibly waited for backup, or even went looking for it, but he was none of those things. He stepped through the magic shroud, light though it was for supernaturals, and walked towards the door. Without stopping or preparing, he raised one leg and slammed a foot into the center of the front door, sending it clattering several feet into the room. The room wasn't packed, but it was far from empty, and the majority of her patron's stood as an immediate response to the noise and readied themselves for what came next.

"I'm looking for someone, first person to tell me where to find them... lives."
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Re: London Gothic [BG & Shea] (IC)

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Everyone jumped to their feet as the explosion of force threw the bar doors across the room. A number of the patrons were visibly frightened, some soon seething, while others still were too intoxicated to realise anything had happened. One man, a lardy, blue-skinned humanoid, threw his stool back as he stood apart from one of four card tables in the centre of the room, immediately whirring to face the door in order to take a good luck at the intruder. His face was twisted in anger, his and all of his competetors prospective winnings scattered across the stained floorboards. Two of the four men at the table had been knocked down by the wayward doors and were now crumpled underneath them, unconscious. A thin, sickly looking vampire rose skittishly behind the strange looking fey, who pulled a knife from a cloth band around his waist. He held the pointed end towards Grey.

"And who the fuck you think you are?"

"Marv-"

He swatted his friend's hand away as it reached for his shoulder.

"Ah, nah!" he barked, the slur of heavy intoxication on his tongue. "Back the fuck up! I wanna know what this prick thinks he's doin', stormin in 'ere, breakin' down doors like some fuckin' authoror-- like some fuckin' authority. We done know you, so we done owe you shit," he spat.

Other patrons grunted in agreement, a swirl of inaudible dialogue briefly taking the room as figures began to move to group behind 'Marv'. Seven figures converged on him in the end, some with weapons drawn, others with fists raised, but all a mix of different races and some more drunk than others. A jumble of curses and angry insults were hurled at Grey then and in the midst of the fury a dagger was flung straight toward him.

Something struck the blade midair and sent it careening off its course, imbedding itself into a nearby pillar. Alarm turned to silence as a figure descended from the rafters and landed weightlessly, barely making a sound, before rising with its own familiar shortsword drawn, a glint of light catching hungry crimson irises.

Eris stared down the length of her blade as she held it at arms length, a peculiar curl to her usually taut lips.

"We're looking for the man who hired Lucien Greem, then had him killed," she tilted the blade.

In the centre of the group stood a wide chested man with fair hair, likely a wolf. And though his expressions were subtle, recognition at the name crossed his face first, followed by panic. Eris must have caught this, as she took a single step forward, before Marv pushed the man aside and threw his own arm forward.

"Screw this. Fuck 'em up!"

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