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Eris London

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About Eris London

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    Nicely Seasoned

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    Female
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    Olga Kurylenko
  • AGE
    Appears 30's
  • SEXUAL ORIENTATION
    Bisexual
  • RACE
    Sheut (Khered)
  • JOB
    EAA Viceroy, Former DEA Special Agent-Aviations Div; Pilot
  • 'SHIP:
    Single
  • LOCATION
    New York, New York
  • FACTION
    Sheut Nation

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    Bodhan Marin
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    Since the beginning of time
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    Soft breath moved between her lips, drawn in and out methodically before darkness was allowed to penetrate her lids. She’d been crouched for a long time in the shadows, waiting till the sun fell to scale the building, scenting the bastard... The ledge was a perfect one, just along the side of the building to shift her into nothing, hiding her until the morning; content at the moment to just watch, learn, roll plans over in her brain, make decisions.

    It would be so easy.

    Eyes reflected the meager light, swollen dark opal glowing with iridescent gleams, watching the particularly dashing elf wander across the room to select something from his bookshelf and then seat himself near the fire to read as fingers drew absently along the bough of his cello. It literally burned against her skin, lips pressing to a thin line as she watched the calm relaxation with a vivid hatred. Fingers that lingered over her knees twitched unconsciously, going through the motions as they remembered the last time she skinned an elf. The screaming, whimpering blond hadn’t been particularly dead yet at the time; a passion she’d developed when she mostly fancied the promises they would make her if she left them alive. Her own lips always asked where there were more elves, sometimes obliged, sometimes not. The last had been particularly loose lipped.. which had led her... here.

    Dark eyelashes lingered together, the deep smirk lighting up the glitter of her eyes. It had been too long. Tthe world had driven too many into hiding, her own prowess having to hunt more. Further away to places of the world she loathed going. This elf of particular interest, willing to cross the entire world to find him; and kill him. Her tribe eagerly awaited the silver braid that she would bring back on her belt.

    Fox fur swirled, tickling the edges of her cheeks from the hood drawn over her features. Now she knew where, she needed the how and when. The more she watched the angrier she became, flirting with self control, playing with her ability to bide her time, to wait. She knew the city, rather well and hated it distinctly. A memorable failure still bristled under her skin, the life she still could see in the goliath buildings something she could use and perhaps even tend again.

    In the meantime, she had decisions to make.

    Slipping from her perch, she slid a dainty pair of gray leather gloves on, wisping down the fire escape to the alley below, stepping over a slumped figure that reeked of alcohol. Taking a moment to smooth her appearance, she began her trek, short legs making fast work of the distance to her office, leather binder in one hand, sliding on her glasses. The glint of silver from the delicate chain that held them around her neck caught the light, stark against the dove gray turtle neck at her tiny throat. Footsteps behind her were heard even before they were audible. The vibration.. the scent of alcohol..

    She did look quite the target; tiny, bookwormy, barely a hundred pounds soaking wet and dressed impeccably in black slacks and boots, the silver chain at her waist over her thigh length sweater turtleneck swanky. Grey fox fur swirled as she turned, head cocked slightly at the shadow under a rusted awning. Fingers were nowhere near her hip, black eyes blinked quietly, pale pink lips calm without a smile. She shook her head slowly, the light catching the peak of her ears, finally sliding her coat back slightly to reveal a holster of some kind at her hip, the alcohol laden shadow moving back within them before she turned and finished her way.

    The steps were light, trotting up the stairs to the office and surveying the bustle, eyes lifting upward to the glass railing to scent something before spotting a seat near a conspicuously placed office door. Sitting quietly, she crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap demurely as she watched the workers, eternally patient.
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  1. Eris London

    Only If

    October 29th 2022 Eris' Compound She was looking up into a light golden glow in the window through a haze of illuminated gray. Mouse had retrofitted the windows in her office with the same light shields her plane had. The girl was a genius. The effect was much like a fogged over moon in the midst of a bright night; she couldn’t quite reconcile she was actually staring at the sun through the window and not be on fire. Ahanu cleared her throat softly and the viceroy blinked out of her contemplation. *npc* Does it bother you at all? She shook her head, going back to the business on her desk, handing her assistant and bodyguard several leather folders to take care of. “Only because it seems so strange to look at after all these years. I don’t think the world realizes how disorienting it is to never see the sun. It doesn't bother me physically,” she said quietly, picking up the Bakkhos invitation in the next small stack of things she didn’t feel like taking care of. “Decline this please.” She handed it off as well. She hated parties. She hated gatherings. Fuck, she just hated people. *npc* You should go. Ahanu tossed the invitation back on the desk. “…and you should stop dating Roderick, but we can't always have everything we want can we?” Words were a bit vicious as she signed her name on a few other items and slipped them into another leather portfolio, ignoring any reaction from her associate. *npc* Maybe you’ll meet someone there too. Might chill you out a little. Lips pressed together, the viper knowing it was a fair swipe. Dark eyes looked up at her. Only here, in this space, did Ahanu ever dare question her. It was welcomed sometimes, it knocked her back out of her neverending drive when she needed it. This was one of those times. “You have every right to be happy,” she placed down the pen and leaned back in her chair, hands on the arms as one leg slid quietly over the other. “Just not at the expense of Nation security. You have to be more careful what you say. You’ve been to Glamis, you know the risks. You’ve seen what happens when we step over the line. Bakkhos is not our friend. If we are seen there, it calls into question the relationship between us and them.” *npc* In a way, that’s good… correct? You being seen there, Adrian can’t question you’ve done what they’ve expected of you. He just doesn’t realize Bakkhos also knows. Eyes fell to her desk a moment. “Being seen at Thyrsus and their clubs while repairing the fallout from the Bloodmoon was enough,” lashes flicked back up to her. “Being seen too much calls to question that it isn’t just a business relationship.” *npc* So what, Ausar doesn’t question your loyalty. “But Adrian does.” Ahanu looked at her a moment, there was more there than the Viceroy was divulging. There always was, but this was more personal. *npc* You’re concerned about retaliation from Adrian, more than just his usual bullshit. “Yes,” her voice was a bit harsh. She didn’t have to say a word for her perceptive right hand to confirm her suspicions. *npc* Why didn’t you say anything. “It wasn’t relevant.” *npc* It is now. You’re afraid he’ll fucking smash Bakkhos if he thinks you’re too attached to them. The Sheut kneaded her temples a moment. *npc* He doesn't want you associated with anyone but us... that’s why he absolutely lost his shit when he thought Reid… Eyes snapped up, the weight of their ferocity halting Ahanu’s thought in its tracks. *npc* He's treating you like property. You are the last person I ever thought would let someone screw with you like this. Take it to Ausar. “No, this is a personal matter.” *npc* Take. It. To. Ausar. “NO!” she stood, force of her hand smacking the desk making even the floor shudder. “Ausar doesn’t need to hear about our fucking personal problem!” *npc* He didn’t put you here to be micromanaged by a jealous asshole! ...wait, this isn't just about being associated and seen with Bakkhos is it? You don't want to be seen with Gallo. Ahanu glared at her with suspicious eyes, the stand off terse as the Viceroy's silence left much unanswered, but confirmed at least some points. Eris sat again, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. *npc* For god’s sake, what are you in this position for for then? Signing papers, ferrying rich people and Nation back and forth, watching over us and Bakkhos? What are you doing it for? Christ, do something for yourself for once other than buy designer shoes and sit in here by yourself. Ahanu snatched the invitation from the desk and took the other portfolios as she made her exit. The Sheut sat there a moment, eyes finally opening to look at her cell on the desk. She needed to cancel herself, in case Ahanu did something stupid. Picking it up, she dialed her favorite local stylish Were, leaving a message. “I appreciate the Bakkhos invitation, but I will unfortunately have to decline. I wish you the best with your event.” Phone snapped shut and was tossed on the desk, sliding over more business in front of her. She had quite a bit more to go, and a party wasn't in the cards... neither was making anyone a target from her presence. Bakkhos had always been a target, one she had softened the blow for considerably. Thomas, would be collateral damage if someone got irritated in the wrong way, then Bakkhos would follow and all her work and risk would have been for nothing. Protecting her motley band of outcasts from constant Nation threat was easier because they were always with her. Thomas wasn't. She couldn't protect him... but that was why she'd picked him right? Because he could protect himself? Ausar had put her there because he trusted her. Maybe it wasn't just that. Had he meant some other outcome besides stabilizing New York? She didn't fucking know, and she had other things to do than try to figure out his mind...
  2. Eris London

    Sheut Happens

    “We can arrange a more lengthy, private conversation soon. If this joint-venture of ours is to be successful, then transparency is required. I understand that there are ‘need to know’ aspects of the Sheut that I’ll never need to know. The issues that impact me and my Family must be an exception.” Again came the almost imperceptible soft huff; outward discontent that most were never keen enough to notice. Her stern demeanor made people uncomfortable, and they never got close enough to notice the tiny expressions that actually gave quite an open window into her thought process sometimes. “Whatever information you are keeping from me, I have no choice but to trust your discretion for the moment. Once we have less of an audience, and less pressing matters to attend to, we will have a VERY long conversation.” “Perhaps,” she would give him at least some hope instead of turning him flat out down. She would share what she could, when she could. To do anything else would endanger both of their ventures. He would need to learn to understand that. “If you wished an audience with me, you could have done without throwing a car through my walls. Telephones still work most of the time.” The edge of her lip turned up. “We were never supposed to cross paths,” she commented quietly. "The Bloodmoon didn’t seem to care about my game plan." As she spoke of Adrian, he was honestly listening and that let a little relief into her thoughts. The Nation was a global terror, and for all she knew beyond the Nevus as well. The weight of their threat wasn’t restricted to a powerful family in New York. Gallo would, and could grow to understand that. She followed to his car, it was not in either of their best interests for her to go anywhere dressed as she was. The viceroy relied on an image as part of her safety. Eris London was not a warrior, or a fighter. She was a businesswoman and needed to look as such. “Let’s get to it then. How many fingers do mages need to do their magic? All of them? Or can the hope of saving ‘just enough’ fingers be persuasive?” Again, the quirked brow cast him a playfully annoyed glance, understanding this was for the sake of both their teams. The smirk that followed was like a cat that had eaten a canary. Another car that had been brought from the airstrip a short distance away pulled up quietly, her other was most likely being or already retrieved from where she’d had to ditch it. “I need to change, as do you. I’ll meet you there shortly,” she said quietly as her driver opened the rear door for her. “We also need to discuss where Jerry likes to call home. In the meantime, Brioni or vintage Valentino would look nice on you. I’m wearing lavender Escada. See you in thirty minutes.” The Cheshire cat grin disappeared behind the door that closed her within the dark sedan, the thought of dressing specifically to conduct this kind of cutthroat business truly in her wheelhouse. Macabre and vicious, but she wouldn't have it any other way.
  3. Eris London

    Sheut Happens

    “Great. She can focus on keeping him from doing anything unwise while you and I speak with him.” If she could be more still, it really wasn’t possible… the last chains of control before she launched at him to strangle him senseless. Eyes cast casually over to him and then back at the activity. Strangling sounded good at that moment, the internal fantasy kept under wraps with an emotionless façade. “I have my questions, but I’m sure you have your own. I have learned that me killing him may invite more trouble from the Sheut than I’m willing to deal with at present…at least now. You are uniquely qualified to ask the right questions along those lines.” He’d learned. Ahanu thought she was working in her best interests by speaking frankly with Bakkhos? What the hell else was she spilling? This Roderick fling thing had to end, NOW. Granted, she could have been flattered the woman was confiding in Gallo about the risks, but that was how information crossed lines it shouldn’t be crossing… if the Nation wanted people killed they didn’t stop to sort it out. She’d just put them all in danger with her good intentions, she knew better than that. Did she think the Viceroy was getting soft? “I won’t be asking questions,” the comment was dry. "If I can help it." It wasn’t exactly the truth; it should have ended with ‘on your property’. As far as she was concerned, this was going to be played like Bakkhos stumbled across this mess on their own and she was pulled in to clean it up before Sheut secrets were spilled. “But he came at me directly. That is why I am controlling his containment.” Because she was allowing it, against her better judgement, but it was going to work out for the best. She openly ignored the glowering grouchy wolf, her instincts were not the more human ones. Aloof and non-confrontational, the lack of recognition kept the buzzing challenge neutral, at last for the time being. Two alphas in one room was making for some nervous employees. She could see it in their glances. “You know more than you say.” Soft snort exhaled from her nostrils, eyes narrowing slightly at her people as he continued. “That is given. But you don’t say as much as you should. If you haven’t figured it out yet, you will learn soon enough. I will not betray you and your confidence. I will keep the Sheut a secret. I will keep the Sheut-Ka a secret. You have provided information which I have found useful. I appreciate it. But if you are holding back based on distrust or seeking to maintain some sort of leverage…then we have a new problem to discuss.” She didn’t need to know this, she knew he would. The limited information she decided to share seemed to satiate his curiosity for now, his grin bringing a softer set to her features. “I say as much as I can,” voice was incredibly quiet. It was clearly evident there was more. Infinitely more. “For now.” “I’ll wager a case of whatever you like against a plane ride at my whim that I can get more info out of Jerry than you can. I’ll have him betray…Adrian was it? By the time I get to the second knuckle of the second finger.” Brow cocked, the amused glance in his direction giving the wager some honest to goodness thought. It was the second part that bothered her. Ahanu could take the two out if they spilled too much, and the Viceroy would take the hit from higher up if push came to shove. Ahanu was just following her orders, so she was safe. Herself being there presented a greater problem, it meant she knew and allowed a potential Sheut Nation member to be taken into custody by an organization that wasn’t quite yet in the loop. If it went well, it had the potential to cement Bakkhos autonomy. If not, and Adrian was involved, she was going to answer for it alone. Gallo had put her in more danger than he could ever realize. Whatever happened, in the end though… her will was done. Bakkhos now knew the Nation existed, they knew they were trying to infiltrate the organization by any means necessary, and they would take steps to prevent it. She’d effectively collapsed any ability of the Nation to burrow into Bakkhos. Tom knew, and that was enough. It felt so twisted up. She would never betray the Nation, those that had pulled her from death she’d in turn saved from the ashes. They’d repaid her in kind and their loyalty went beyond blood. It was everyone else and the bureaucracy that got in the way. She was loyal to Ausar and his kin. Forever. The rest, were back stabbing snipes. She bent a knee to Ausar and only Ausar and would protect him, Mouse, Toby and Ahanu with her life. It seemed Gallo had wiggled his way into that position too somehow. Fuck it all. “That isn’t a name to be spoken lightly,” she said quietly. “The Nation isn’t all vampire, but he just happens to be one and we have weaknesses. If he’s involved, you have to be prepared to exploit it to defend your family. You’re the strongest.” Eyes that normally were so full of mirth glanced up at him and were very, very bare. It was the first time she’d allowed him to see anything but the façade. She seemed almost, human. “That’s why I picked you,” she nodded in slight concession. “That and your fashion sense. Adrian is a powerful telepath, he will provoke you, make you see and feel things that aren’t there. Roderick can’t stop him. Betrayal isn’t taken lightly, and if someone bests his efforts to screw with you he’ll retaliate.” Brow furled, the candid expression still on him, “this, and anything from here forward has the potential to go extremely sideways. You’re neck deep in it now Thomas. If I’m compromised, you trust one person. The main building of New York ER has an employee named Maree. Find her, tell her you need my brother. He’ll find you and he'll protect you.” Attention went back to the activity. “Wager accepted,” she cleared her throat quietly, grin ever slight. “If you can get anything out of him at all… which you won't...”
  4. Eris London

    Sheut Happens

    After she was done speaking, the weight of his eyes felt heavy, judging. She could almost feel the thought process churning in his mind, vibrating against skin that was increasingly hyper-sensitive at this juncture. It was enough to make her snap, bared teeth held back by a slow breath and an incredible amount of self control. Vipers just wanted space when they were about to strike, and it wasn't going to happen. Eyes narrowed slightly when he took a step toward her, blinking quietly to relax when he settled in beside her. “My business is in good hands. Trevor is in one of the Conversation Rooms. Jerry will be taken to another. Unless I get another mage to help with Jerry…I may need to borrow Ahanu when it is time to chat with him.” She remained unreadable, her pulse loud in her ears. They could shake it out of Jerry right here when he woke up, she hadn't hit him that hard. The Viceroy was not pleased they were in Bakkhos' control. She wanted them in hers. IF Jerry and the Hesek were involved with the Nation in any way, and they started blabbing... information may be spilled that shouldn't be in anyone else's knowledge base but hers. She didn't like someone else having control over it. She nodded. "She's yours," her voice was quiet. Ahanu would be the perfect person to monitor that exchange, and kill them both if the need arose; whether Gallo liked it or not. The woman could do a lot of physical damage in the blink of an eye with her own two hands. As a magus, even more so. Her agreeing so easily to loan Ahanu would probably raise his suspicion of an ulterior motive. She always had one, but at this moment she didn't care what he suspected. Highly doubtful he would believe she'd give Ahanu a standing kill order if they said too much. She wasn't just protecting her ass, she was protecting Bakkhos. "How long have you been running interference against the rest of Sheut for me? How much trouble are we…in? It is time that we have a long…detailed conversation where I am informed and can assist in some decision making.” No recognition came at first, then an annoyed side-eye found its way to him as he continued. “I’m tired of acting with only a fraction of the information that SHOULD be available to me.” If Toby hadn't reappeared at that moment, she really didn't know what would have happened. He stepped next to her without hesitation, handing off a black aluminum bottle with a small click-open cap. Arms unfolded and she took it with a nod, watching him return to complete the rest of the tasks with Ahanu. Since he wanted to know secrets. Fuck it. Thumb released the trigger and she kicked it back like a simple water bottle, lashes fluttering for a brief moment as her eyes closed and she swallowed in graceful gulps. It took several moments, but was consumed completely, thumb clicking the cap back down. To any other onlooker, she'd just downed a coffee. On closer inspection, pupils had completely dilated and skin was flushing with rosy hue. Breath in and resulting sigh was long. She almost snapped him a scowl and retreated to her compound. Almost. "Fraction of information keeps you alive." Dark gaze was cast up to him as she moved to leave, pausing. Damn him. She hated people. Especially people that got under her skin. Hand slid into her pants pocket, the other holding her bottle as she watched trained people work like an oiled machine. This was not the venue she wanted to have this conversation in, but she suspected the Were' s insistance wouldn't back down. "Bakkhos had no chance to remain autonomous until I stepped in," words were extremely quiet. "When I found out Mythos was working in your organization I was certain the Nation had already injected itself into it. Our standing orders are to infiltrate Bakkhos and puppet it from within." She let that sink in. Of course, he might think this very conversation was a ploy to do just that. She didn't care. "My work in the DEA gave me first hand experience with the effect a powerful family organization has on the wealth and lifeblood of a community, even if its methods are not always innocent. Bakkhos' survival is crucial to the recovery of the eastern seaboard. It's my territory, and I demanded the Nation leave you alone. My superior, Adrian, demanded I put people in place and run Bakkhos from the inside." Arms crossed, thumb tapping on her bottle. "As of right now his superior, the Chancellor, sides with me." Eyes flicked to him. "I've been running interference for you for almost five years." Considering only a few of those years actually had her in contact with Gallo, it was a bit sobering to know they were being observed. "It's very possible this entire poison debacle is Adrian's doing, trying to undermine me and force me to put our own people in place to help you recover." The thought obviously pissed her off, the normal business expression with a very genuine look of concern. It was apparent at this point she was literally putting her neck out for Bakkhos, to what purpose other than to prove herself right was unclear. "It's possible it might not be, but it smells like his bullshit." She made no effort to sensor herself, quiet for a moment. Brow quirked, the dark humor signalling she was feeling better. "Anything else you're dying to know? I'm a Taurus, I hate long walks on the beach and I'm fourty three years old... not hundreds."
  5. Eris London

    Sheut Happens

    She hated being studied. Judged. At that moment she just, hated. Clicks and snaps were sharp as she checked her equipment, Toby had broken off and was just rear of her left shoulder, following closely. The unspoken communication was unique to them. Thumb pressed several buttons on her cell, and Toby went ahead of her to intercept the delivery that was on its way from her compound. “Eris. We need to talk.” She knew he was following, she just needed to find a quiet corner to stand, observe and process the ramifications of the location she'd found Jerry to be based from... apparently she wasn't going to get it. Damn it. Last firearm was secured with a snap and she turned, hands at her sides to meet his eyes. The petite viper said nothing, no blink, no motion, nothing. Violence, anger and hate compressed tightly into an unmoving form with a neutral expression. Within moments, she would be fine. Her things would be here and she would be perfect... if she'd get just a moment. Unwilling to ask, she'd deal until he'd said his peace. There was no way in hell she would eat in front of him. She listened to the oiled machine that was their two teams prepping for Gallo's fun time. In a different world, and a different circumstance they could be unbeatable as a team. He just didn't know why she was fighting so fiercely for him yet, she had to keep reminding herself of that. Probably seen as reckless, control freak showboating... this was not the time or place to explain it. The Nation was trying to take over their organization; infect it so they could puppet it from within. They didn't understand and appreciate Bakkhos like she did. They were vital to the rebirth of the world and had to be protected in current form or all hell would break loose. Bakkhos was not stupid. They were not a family that would back down from a fight, or one that wouldn't catch on to what was going on. Their reach was long and as diverse as the Nation, only as a smaller microcosm. A conflict would be public, it would be bloody, but in the end the Nation would win. ...and the world would lose. Eyes flicked to watch several of their employ pass near them, then back to him as they were alone again. Patience was teetering on the edge of her tolerance. If it had been anyone else but him in front of her she would have eviscerated the unconscious magus and been burning the place to the fucking ground already. Demeanor was calm and neutral. At ease. Somehow, she never seemed to look like she was looking up at the tall Were. A long breath was pulled in, oozing out in calm control. "You have a business to save," her voice was quiet, patient. Eyes looked at the room he had set up in. She nodded toward it. "Go save your business Thomas."
  6. Eris London

    Sheut Happens

    A sting had plagued the back of her spine for the last several blocks, creeping ever upward to settle in the base of her skull. The familiar sensation was a warning. She had to be careful. Pushing to the edge of her extraneous fun time was always a risk. Risks came with her current position. They had also been a staple in her life thus far. She’d never had qualms about putting her life on the line for others even when she professed to hate everyone. The viceroy had a small circle of loyalty, those within it she viciously defended. With the Sheut, she was loyal to a fault. She understood the chain of command. It was the individuals she took issue with. The small viper didn’t tolerate Sheut grandstanders that were self-indulgent, she saw every situation for what it was. Games were hard to play with those that knew they were cheating to win. This felt like a cheat-to-win. Someone was stacking the deck and treading on her territory. Like hell she would be the loser. +++ Ahanu was always the visage of a perfect body guard. Impressively well put together, stoic with a formidable presence even though she was silent most of the time. As Roderick confirmed the Were would be on his own to weather the incoming emotional storm, there was no outward response. Eris would not like this. She’d made it clear many times that if Weres were involved her people would take cues from her. This was uncharted territory now. Eris wasn’t here, and decisions needed to be made. His glance up as Mouse made herself known was noted. Stevie wasn’t just messing around with the lights, she was talking to the building; what was electronic, what wasn’t, and what kind of data the alarm system may or may not have used and whether or not she could use it. She was a complicated creature. “The perimeter guards and scouts can stay where they are. They will switch from sentries to containment once Jerry gets to the front door. At the front I want two guards plus Ahanu.” She listened quietly to the Capo’s plan. He needed to know she would not protect his people; her instructions were to keep he and Roderick alive, as well and Mouse and Toby until she returned. “Ahanu, since I can’t hide you, we might as well present you. That will be the most shocking surprise that he is most likely to react violently to. Once the shock of his warehouse being compromised wears off, you can invite him, and whomever he wishes to bring with him into the warehouse. Allowing him to bring his goons will increase his confidence and sense of security…lowering his guard somewhat. Roderick, this is where you come in.” The air magus was being placed in the direct line of fire. Not something she would have strategically done, but it made sense. Being exposed wasn’t what worried her. Her boss didn’t like either of them in the open on the front, ever. “He undoubtedly knows who you are. So, meeting you here will hardly seem surprising after he realizes his warehouse is mine now. Once you have eyes on him, you can assess if he needs soothed or not. Once you are satisfied, you can bring him to me here.” Eyes moved to Roderick. Getting Jerry into the front door without killing the bastard was going to be a challenge. He would either bolt when he realized it was a ruse, or fight. He knew he was screwing with Bakkhos, and it would be a dumbass move to take them on. Jerry suspected nothing, or he was powerful enough not to care. Delivering him to the office without getting Roderick killed was also a challenge. “Jerry’s confidence comes from his perceived control. His hot-headed anger at the first hint of things not going to plan revealed that about him. He’s coming expecting a fight. We need to communicate to him, once inside, that he has already lost.” Jerry’s confidence came from being an asshole. Magus could be incredibly arrogant, but this arrogance… had to be a higher form of control he’d been given. Protection that gave him the confidence to know that whatever he did he’d be taken care of. She didn’t like the thought of it. Eris had to know it too. She needed to be here in case this thing went sideways. Maybe that was always her plan. Shit, she was going to try to run her end and intercept the asshole before he got here. Damn it. She was coming in hot, which would make her violent. That was exactly what she was doing. Damn it! Ahanu had to make a decision too, and divulging information to the Were was a task to be taken seriously. Eris would be furious, but Gallo needed to know. *npc* “Ms. London has her suspicions that this is not just random, that one of our own is making a play for Bakkhos.” ‘Our’ was clearly not vampire, or Eris’ compound. The Nation. *npc* “She is trying to protect you and yours. Be aware that it might not just be a magus that is coming. It may also be more Sheut Ka. This hesek may have been a rogue, but those who may be coming next most likely will not be, and killing them has a higher cost.” Eris would be held responsible after she would mandated to punish her own; if they weren’t executed first. *npc* “I know her, and she’s going to try to get here before Jerry. If Jerry is coming to fight and brings Nation and we kill them, we will be held responsible and the Viceroy would never allow that. She’ll take the lashes for us. Don’t let it happen.” Ahanu took pride in being the calm stoic one, but her expression mirrored his. Why the fuck was she doing this knowing the price? They needed to have a long talk when this was over. “Mouse, wherever she is now, will need to reveal herself. I can’t have Jerry spooked because he counts one less mage than he can see. I would have her sit in the office with me, but will not force that upon her if she so chooses. But, as you said, she’ll be noticed. If she can’t be seen, then she can’t be present. I’ll leave that decision to you. Either she is here and visible, or she is out.” Ahanu nodded slightly toward a diminutive figure at the doorway that had slipped in so quietly she’d pretty much avoided all attention. Black faux hark, kohl dark eyes, some kind of eighties hair band t-shirt under a leather jacket layered over a frayed denim one. Knee high purple Doc Martins were well worn and did little to give her more height. Hands were in her pockets, shoulder leaning on the door frame. It was an odd little family the viceroy had collected. “Inside the office will be myself, Jerry, a single person he might choose to bring in with him, and either Mouse, Ahanu, or no one. He won’t step willingly into a trap where he doesn’t have at least the illusion of parity. Even if he knows he is likely done. His pride won’t allow it. So, either I operate at a deficit or at perceived equity.” Jaw was set. She knew the Bakkhos world was brutal, but it hovered on appearances. If Jerry was connected or employed by the Sheut, they were tangling with an entity that had its own executioner for transgressions. Jerry may sit to talk to Gallo, but he didn’t care about the mob show. “From here we will learn how smart Jerry is. If he has a head on his shoulders, he’ll realize he is done. Finished. He’ll either submit in an attempt to save his own skin…or lash out in a desperate attempt to escape. If we all do our jobs, that shouldn’t happen. Either way, Jerry doesn’t leave here on his own terms.” *npc* “If he is in the employ of a Nation superior, he won’t back down,” she didn’t elaborate, but it was clear now that Eris was locking horns with her own to keep Bakkhos... or for fuck’s sake, Gallo, safe. Ahanu was going to have to answer for divulging it to Gallo that her boss was grinding against the Nation’s orders. She had fuel to fire back however, putting them all in danger for a fucking mob boss. There would be fireworks in that dress down and she was actually looking forward to it. “Our punishments are worse than death. He’d rather us kill him in a fight than go back and face Nation consequences. She let you take the hesek, which alone she’ll have to answer for if they find out. You kill Jerry and he’s attached to the Nation? She’ll answer for that too. Don’t get my boss killed.” Arms had crossed somewhere in the conversation, they went back down to her sides to check her gear. Nodding to Mouse, she moved to take her post and signaled Toby to stay with her. Her boss would not want her without her own protection. For all intents and purposes, the head of the Viceroy’s security didn’t see any of Gallo’s forces as assistance. She didn’t know them. As far as she was concerned, they were not something to be banked on until they proved useful. Pushing into the cold, she noted her own people in position out in the dark. They wouldn’t come closer unless necessary. She stood at the entrance like a sentry, ready to be the welcoming committee, and really hoping for once this ship would get underway before her boss would get back. +++ The petit Sheut had located Jerry’s truck. Nobody went this way, this late and in what was becoming a snowstorm. She was tailing it on the rooftops, an easier task with the terrible roads below slowing them down. As they got closer to the warehouse she began to close the gap. In a pick-up with extended cab, six people maybe. If those six people were magus or Sheut, they’d have a mess on their hands. A few agile leaps and she was silently on the roof of the vehicle as it came to a stop in front of the entrance, with Ahanu in sight. Why the hell was she standing guard? The sting became a tickle, then a flush across her cheeks in anger. Occupants of the truck were human, and a telekinetic couldn't throw shit at someone he couldn't see. Hand punched through the roof of the truck, she yanked one out, his skin cut to ribbons by the shredded metal before she snapped his neck and slid down the driver’s side. Diversion and attack from behind. Window was smashed, dragging Jerry through it and laying him out with a strike between the eyes that ripped the consciousness from him in less than a second. The other two in the vehicle hadn’t even managed to get the door open before she pulled her firearm and shot them both. She didn’t care who saw. For all they knew, she was enhanced and she would leave it at that. The silence was deafening. Ahanu hadn’t even moved, arms still crossed. The Viceroy picked him up by the back of his shirt, dragging him along as she past the silent sentry. Ahanu knew better than to say anything. “What the fuck are you doing out here,” she hissed, really not concerned with who heard. Snow was beginning to stick to her features, diluting the blood splatter on her face into small rivulets. “You facing off a suspected telekinetic alone without me here?” She didn't consider the two standing next to her as assistance. Not with a magus. Her assistant said nothing as her boss passed, her question had been a dress down in itself, not expecting an answer. Even with her size, when she was in full bitch mode her steps could be ominous, dragging the unconscious Jerry along like a ragdoll to the office she could smell the Were in. Mouse. Toby. Dark eyes were almost completely engulfed in pupil as she threw the unconscious captive across the floor like a bowling ball to come to a stop in front of the desk. “He’s not dead,” the spitfire quipped, canines on full display. The blood on her face was itching at her. “His escort of three are. No idea how long he’ll be out. If he’s a Meta or Empowered, we’ve got a real problem. A Magus, find his athames, bind his hands and tape his mouth shut so he can't cast.” *npc* “Magus,” Ahanu confirmed. She’d followed her in. “He’s a magus.” “Then lock his ass down already,” she hissed, the glare at Gallo dangerous before turning to Mouse. "Figure out if you can disrupt his power and search him, his dead friends, and his truck for communication." Last words were resolute, one last glare to Gallo before leaving to clean up. Or, kill someone and have a snack. Or, just kill someone. Who knew with the unpredictable viper.
  7. Eris London

    Sheut Happens

    Very few things made her move like a bat out of hell. Those she protected being in danger was at the top of that list. Holding herself together until she reached home base was the ultimate challenge. Crashing the party weak and half-cocked would benefit no one, but it would give an excuse for the violence she was about to unleash. Not that she needed one. The weather didn't make for great “bat out of hell” driving. She knew she could move faster on foot as the crow flew, pulling into a dimly lit parking garage and backing into a space. Trunk was popped, another reason she wanted to stay with the car as long as possible. The floor of the trunk clicked open, a cornucopia of items she knew she needed in any situation readied for last ditch states of affairs. A scenario didn’t exist that she didn’t have a plan for. Discarding clothes that were too big and rightfully chaffing in everywhere they shouldn’t, she tossed them in a corner of the trunk one by one as they were replaced with slick tactical gear. Fashionable, of course. Much less stiff than what she’d been wearing earlier. Basic gear always was, this was formulated for her to be able to move between known and unknown and not be noticed either way. Ready for a fight, still suitable to walk through a crowd without alarm. Weapons snapped into place, a pair of breakaway Asps on her thighs just under the longer coat. Hair was slicked back into a tight ponytail, the entire change taking merely moments before the trunk slammed shut and she was on the move. She was going to burn that shit when they got back to her compound and scrub her skin raw in a shower. The Were owed her one for that. +++ “You said you are an Air Magus. How much air can you move, and how quickly?” The arched brow was neutral, still not amused. This was a place Ahanu was pretty sure she didn’t want to go; definitely not because she was concerned with Gallo’s safety. Her primary concern was her boss, and the fact she’d been told to stay put when she knew London was off on her own doing something she should have back up for. The woman didn’t share much with the air magus lately, and she’d begun wondering just who this Were was and where he fell in the Viceroy’s bigger plans. Her quirked, deadpan expression may have betrayed her thoughts, she didn’t care about that either. His opinion of her wasn’t a worry she entertained. She moved with him, watching the gears turn in his head. Answering was pointless until she knew what the parameters were. “Could you turn that room into a vacuum? If two men entered, could you suck the air out of the room fast enough that they could pass out?” *npc* “People don’t pass out right away,” she said quietly. “The room isn’t built for it… walls would implode before that happened.” His idea did have merit though. *npc* “Mana can sense mana too. If he’s true telekinetic, he’d push the walls out before I could do it.” Realistically however, the air magus was as close to telekinetic as one who wasn’t got. *npc* “But, I can move air so he can’t take a breath and objects so he couldn’t get hold of one. Think, small tornado,” she smiled lightly. “He might control an object, but I control the flow of air around it and could send it right back at him or rip it out of his control.” Tug of war, in hopes he wasn’t as strong as she was. *npc* “Get him in here to chat, and I could. Distract him while I do it, and it’s an even better chance. Shoot at him or something,” she said plainly. “Knocking you out isn’t an option.” She smiled slightly. Because the Viceroy would have her head. *npc* “The bigger problem is none of Jerry’s goons were magus. He’s going to sniff me out in a second.” Lights flickered a moment, the magus barely blinking. The lights were a silent signal of some kind. Mouse was in the house; the off the grid member of the petite Sheut’s team that had been the starting point for the partner-up with the Were some time ago. The woman had already no doubt slipped in undetected. She was like an eavesdropper from hell, able to hear and disrupt communication, and even tell electronics what to do. Mouse could potentially disrupt Jerry’s power, not destroy or negate it, just make it go haywire. They were going to find out soon. *npc* “He’ll definitely know both of us are here. Mouse can potentially disrupt the man’s telekinetic signal. Can’t stop him, just can make it so he can’t control it.” Every instinct told her they should go, Jerry would know they were there. Eris told them to stay, meaning they were there to protect Gallo and his holdings. The Sheut had some fucking explaining to do. *npc* “I can take him down if Mouse can frag his signal. Hard part is getting him in here once he knows we’re here. Though, if he’s as much as a pompous jackhole as he seems, that might not be the problem.”
  8. Eris London

    Shall We Play a Game?

    “The vampire... the Sheut Ka- -it wasn’t like you. It was...unfinished? Younger maybe? “ Eyes narrowed slightly. She didn’t know the rogue, so it would make sense he was new. The woman could see things others could not, and could also recognize one of her own in varying stages of strength it seemed. “It’d probably be better if I started by telling you what I can do. You probably figured out my eyes aren’t exactly normal. I can’t see anymore. Not like you. Not like anyone. Most of the time things are...dull. Faded. Most of it’s just shades of grey. Makes it hard to make sense of things sometimes. A lot of the time.” She listened with keen interest; motionless as she studied her, contemplating her words. “I’m not sure what to call what I see. Mana? Life?Aura? ARMA or the Order could probably tell you. Sometimes it’s just there, pouring out of the hole in the sky. Usually I see it in people. Everyone actually. It’s stronger with some people. Usually Magi, or gifted like me, other things that aren’t from here.” The discomfort was noted, eyes unflinching as the apartment owner stared back at her. Normally completely at ease with eye contact, she had the distinct feeling that wasn’t what was happening. The eyes that looked at her were seeing something completely beyond the Sheut's senses to detect. “Your aura looks bloody. It pulses, like a heartbeat. I can smell it from here. The guy we encountered didn’t look alive to me. He was grey. Except his veins. They gave off the same color as you’re aura. They pulsed just like your aura, but he smelled different. Like death, and fear. My best guess is he hadn’t been Sheut-Ka long. A guess is all it is though. I’d never seen him before so that’s all I’ve got for you. I know even less about the other guy.” Her guess was correct, the ability fascinating. As the discussion switched to the hunter, it was apparent the man terrified her. She could hear her pulse change; smell the scent of blood when it ran hotter and closer under the skin. It was that fear and adrenaline that some vampires got off on when they hunted. Personally she thought the practice a bit vulgar. Food, was food. To torture someone to get the rush was just so… newbie, and complete bullshit. Sparkly vampire bullshit. “Pretty much all I can tell you about him is he’s gifted and he’s with ARMA. That’s all I can tell you because I can’t see him. At all. “ That, was invaluable information. She knew he was gifted, and with ARMA. The other part, gave her exactly what she needed to know. He was fast, he was trained, enough to have killed a Sheut. The fact this woman couldn’t see him meant a lot of things, and when she separated all those minute details one by one with her extensive mental repertoire it boiled down to very few conclusions. She knew how to kill him, in several ways, if the need ever arose. “Everyone can be killed,” she said quietly, hands still folded. "There is no reason to be afraid of anyone." This was most definitely worth her time to have come here. She’d considered it might be a dead end… but her hunches were almost always fruitful. It was evident now that the viceroy could hear her heartbeat, smell her fear when she spoke of the vampire and the hunter. “You just need to know how to kill them. For Sheut, you stab us in the chest,” she had no hesitation telling her how to take care of a Sheut. Most were never fast enough to make it happen anyway, but those that already knew they existed could help get rid of rogue problems so she would never have to bother dealing with them. “Then you cut off their head. For the other, you contact me and I would be happy to take him off your hands..” She wasn’t sure how a phone worked if you couldn’t see it. Mouse would find her as enthralling as the petite viceroy did. The corner of her lip curled upward at the woman’s display of ability, and the fact she was finally seeming to relax. “You’ve already seen my best trick. Or part of it anyway.” As the bottle was slid across the table to her, eyes were still on the woman. “That’s a fascinating ability you have there,” she leaned forward with an oiled grace, picking up the cup to run her fingers over it before pouring herself a drink. Not her favorite, and she had an aversion to touching anything someone else had handled, but it would be rude to refuse. She didn’t give a shit about being seen as rude at any time, to anyone. This exchange however was important, so she appreciated the hospitality. She savored the taste a moment. “Now, I’m interested in you. What do you do,” she asked quietly. “Other than stash pills in coffee cups, drink and occasionally find yourself at the fang end of a Sheut?” It was absolutely not condescending, it was curious as if she had something waiting in the wings to offer her. She did. The woman seemed snarled, bogged down with so many uncertainties that the sense of helplessness emanated from her. So complex, so many more strands at work than she could entangle in one evening. But, she had an ability that she was immensely interested in. It seemed like nobody else was seeing the potential, and she wanted it in her corner. She just had to find if she had any ties to anyone she could cut, and she would use every resource possible to make that happen.
  9. Eris London

    Sheut Happens

    Gallo’s smile stuck with her as she left the building and made her way to the car where her adventure waited. Sincerity. It irritated her. Hell, the whole world was irritating her at the moment. Eris London didn’t get involved. She didn’t make friends, and she sure as hell didn’t share private moments. That was the second damn time it had happened with the Were. Damn it. She gave orders, and her orders were followed or consequences were swift and unforgiving. To expand her circle meant trust, to trust meant building relationships. Building relationships meant letting people see things she didn’t want them to see. Break the illusion that she was impenetrable. Unshakable. Fuck Calloway. She couldn’t let loose on anyone else at the moment, so Calloway was the only person she could rightfully curse silently for making her expand her “collegial” relationships. Hand smacked the side of the car door where the two were housed. Whether or not Jerry would have done such a thing was secondary, it satiated her irascibility for that moment and got their attention. They were excited as she jingled the keys and opened the door, slicing the zip ties with a box cutter that had conveniently –and logically- been in the rear pants pocket. She tossed the keys at one, who jumped into the driver’s seat, the other stayed in the back as she rode shot gun. Pulling Trevor’s phone out, she motioned for the driver to hurry up and figure out the unfamiliar car as she continued to look over her shoulder for “someone” to be following them. She’d pretty much resolved this one of her car fleet was either getting trashed or they’d have to retrieve it later. *npc* “Holy shit…” The one in the rear seat was babbling out loud, watching behind them as they drove to make sure they weren’t being followed. The driver was actually going somewhere with purpose. There was a contingency plan in place. *npc* “…what the hell happened? They came from nowhere!” She made a point to check all her weaponry, and could scowl really well, letting the two babble to each other about how horrible the whole ordeal was and even going so far as to verbally ogle Ahanu, their captor. Good grief. They were heading toward the upper east side. Interesting. *npc* “We going back to central?” That was a good question, were these guys grunts or planners? They knew the contingency plan but seemed to have no understanding that they could be followed or the car could be jacked. They were grunts, they were told what to do. Trevor, as much as she hated to admit it, was the brains? She nodded and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. They also seemed to not question “Jerry’s” presence. That could mean several things: they accepted Jerry got them out of trouble personally when things went sour and things went awry often, they expected it to go south, or they were green as hell and Trevor was put in place to make sure things went south. Was this a set up? Were these guys not supposed to make it out? Shit. How long had Gallo been looking for these guys? They had to know Bakkhos wouldn’t just let this issue go and they would be actively and aggressively pursuing the problem. It had all the marks for a trap. That took balls. Jesus, they were trying to rumble Bakkhos. She was reaching into her pants pocket for her own phone when Trevor’s sprang to life. She answered it, the accusing string of profanity making her eyebrow quirk slightly. Jerry? Well then, he was a joy. She hung up. “Stop the car,” she said quietly, menacing. All it took was hearing his voice once. It wasn’t perfect, but it would do. She was never great at voices, especially men. It didn’t matter at the moment. They pulled over in front of a shuttered store and she got out, closing the door and waiting for the call she knew was coming again as she watched the two in the car keep glancing nervously in the direction they had come from. Phone rang. Jerry again. Now, she had to be a baby asshole vampire. She could do that without changing her appearance, but it took effort. *npc-Jerry* “Trevor what the HELL is going on? One of your grunts just called and said you left? Where’d the hell you go? That shit wasn’t supposed to be moved until morning!” “That’s not what you told me,” she hissed. Playing the fool and picking a fight. *npc-Jerry* “You were supposed to hold there until morning and bring it back in! Damn it Trevor! I’m at the east site, west and north are already set. I don’t have time to deal with this shit. Get your ass back there, I’ll be there in twenty to make sure you didn’t fuck anything else up. Get there and HOLD there. CALL me if there is any contact.” “Got it,” she hung up. Contact? Interesting. Lifting and dialing the other phone, she rang Ahanu. “Incoming in twenty. They were supposed to hold the shipment there until morning, then pull it. They have three other sites in the city right now. I think they’re specifically bread-crumbing to see if Bakkhos is on to them. I think their endgame is Gallo... to kill him, provoke him, take him… I don’t know yet. Don’t let him out of your sight.” *npc-Ahanu* “Got it.” She got back in the car. They were reaching the point of no return. She could only hold this form for so long, and it would take a certain amount of time to make it back. The test was if she could hold up the charade to the end of the line to get enough information to be of use without leaving herself so weak she couldn’t defend herself if necessary. The bigger question was if Jerry was ready at any point to encounter Bakkhos, what kind of magus was he, and what kind of muscle did he have behind him? It was no secret Gallo was a fighter. She knew that damn stadium could come back to bite them in the ass. What group would have the guts to do this to a Capo, let alone Bakkhos? They were flying in the face of the most powerful group on the east coast. It left very few options, and none of them she liked. He was an example. If they could take down the strongest fighter, how would that make Bakkhos look? This was meant to break their reputation and destabilize their hold. It wasn’t about killing people, it was about putting Bakkhos into chaos. They rolled to a stop, turning and going underneath a high rise into a parking structure. This was no fringe operation in an empty warehouse. It was bankrolled. This was as far as she could go with these two, and Jerry would have to disappear as well. As the car parked in the quiet underground garage, her movements blurred. Behind her a broken neck, the driver was food. Sitting in the dim darkness and feeling sustenance soak into her veins like water on cracked earth; she didn’t have much time left, even with recharging. The mana was not bound to her vampire side. It would fade out, and leave her exposed. Dumping the driver into the back seat, she situated them neatly and slid over to drive. She would head back to the warehouse and drop the charade as soon as she was clear from this building. Seems she would be able to save the car too. Heading toward the exit, she had to get past the gate guard. Stopping, she expected it to just go up. It didn’t. Window slid down a crack, glaring up at the guy. *npc* “Sorry, you just always do it yourself…” She shrugged slightly with a Jerry smirk and rolled the window back up. The gate lifted and she was on her way into the snowy darkness. Phone was snapped open as she drove, allowing everything to slide away. It hurt like hell coming out of it, bones melding back into their memory, muscles knotting and finding their normal positions. As soon as Ahanu picked up, the words were quick. “I think Jerry is a goddamn telekinetic…” she said quickly. “I’m on my way back, get Mouse over there, NOW...” Ahanu knew why. She HATED telekinetics. The wild card of the magus world. They were unquestionably up there with magus that could screw with somebody’s mind. Strength was a crapshoot with someone that could just as simply throw you across a room. Stop bullets. Choke you to death. Rip you in half. Impale you with shit you didn't see coming. They were sleepers. Dangerous and unpredictable. Mouse had skill that could circumvent him, if given the right set of circumstances, and she had the speed to knock him on his ass if necessary. Otherwise, it didn't matter how strong or skilled you were... he was minutes from them, and she was weakened and not going to be there in time. This was the moment when she hoped his people were ready for this....
  10. Eris London

    Sheut Happens

    He had locked into the plan that was sliding in place. Months of frustration over this impending catastrophe seemed to suddenly have a direction, a bullseye, or at least the means to one. She could lie and say it wasn't self-serving. It was. It was also her looking out for Bakkhos' best interest. Dealing with those that didn't exactly follow the rules in order to keep some semblance of social order had been what she did before the world came to an end. Bakkhos was a social entity. You didn't infiltrate and tell them what to do. You let them manage the community they knew better than you. If Gallo pulled this off and smashed this poison sabotage disaster, she would have all the ammunition she needed to tell her "superiors" she was right. “Strollo’s room has a slab we can strap him to. I was strapped to it once.” Brow cocked. It was such an odd thing to know given the gentleman he was. She had a room as well for urging people to talk. Seemed all the cool people had them. “Strollo’s upgraded the room since my visit. I’m sure it will hold him until we’re ready to speak with him.” His smirk was savored, truly wondering if it was possible to be cured he would ever go back. She would never. What she was, she was born for. Him, she wasn't so sure. He seemed to enjoy his darker side, though tortured by it. His family probably didn't know how to handle him other than lock him up. Perhaps he needed someone who could help him embrace that side. Eris London, helping people. She was getting soft. After this she was going to excessively use the word fuck for about a week just to shake the puppy dogs and unicorns from her system. She might kill someone that deserved it too, just because. Setting her people into place to lock down the area was followed up with his own, slight smile as he called them into play. She liked playing with the Were. They needed more play dates. “Allies in play. Assume all friendly until I say otherwise.” He seemed to not have picked up on the fact she was giving him her protection as well. An intense amount of trust was being placed on his shoulders not to screw this up. If Ahanu had to stay because this went south, and then her end went south, she would be a near coma Sheut Ka close to dawn with no backup. She would survive by any means necessary of course, but a risk was a risk. Her preference to protect him and his own at all costs was the price of being a leader, and why Ausar had given her the job. His response to her regard of the turncoat was a bit troubling, but not unexpected. There was an order to things, and death was a hammer not swung lightly. It was rare to see a human weather the storm like this one had. Help from Roderick perhaps, but impressive nonetheless. Deaths on her watch always served a purpose for the greater picture, something she wasn't sure Bakkhos grasped. “Hope he doesn’t have to. He has more risks to take yet.” "You'll make the right choice," she responded quietly, arms crossed in her stoic fashion as she watched the human recover from their barrage. His hand on her shoulder eerily received no outward response. Internally, claws snapped out and teeth bared, not from anger. First instinct was to keep him away from her. There may come a time when she would be ordered to do the unthinkable to this man, and her justification for standing between him and the world that threatened him couldn't be personal, she liked him nonetheless. Personal feelings though had no place when she fought for her own with the Nation. He seemed to need to do it, so she allowed it. “I’ll take care of yours. Get in touch when you can.” Nod was light, her hand moving up to rest on his momentarily. Why, she didn't know. Eris London didn't do that. If anyone asked, it never happened. He was left to his duties, and she began hers. A chameleon of the highest level, approach to the car was swift, presence heavy. Without a word, the door was pulled open and zip ties cut. Time to go. +++ “Ahanu. I’m loathe to admit it, but I’m leaning heavily on you when dealing with our new magus friend. Anything that you’d like to share with me before this begins that would be good to know would be appreciated.” She was quiet a moment, watching the clean up. *npc* "If he powers up I will strike, I won't wait for him to do damage to anyone. If that's necessary, do you want him alive or dead?" Her words were ominous, but fairly straightforward. *npc* "I'm an air magus, I can tear the breath from his lungs if you give the word. Or, let him choke for a minute or two until he's compliant." She was calmly watching the activity. "Ms. London has given up her backup to make sure you're fully protected. You need to know that too," glance to him was serious before she watched Toby a moment and turned her attention back to the clean-up. A lot was riding on his shoulders.
  11. Eris London

    Sheut Happens

    Brow cocked gently as Tom grinned at her study quip, there was more going on under the controlled façade than he let on. So many layers. His thoughts seemed congruent to her proposed plan. When she’d put the tac gear on earlier in the evening to merely keep up her skills she never imagined this would be the closer to the festivities. Such was being a leader she supposed… she wasn’t sure if she liked this brand of crazy. It was incredibly lonely, the master villain kind of lonely. “When we work together against a common enemy…yes…dangerous is a good word. But I’m afraid the world will have to wait…for now.” “Promises, promises,” the response was in humor but delivered deadpan, almost disappointed they had to leave their devious mutual plotting behind and put it into motion. She enjoyed getting things done too, but it was rare she was able to plan with someone that she could see eye to eye with. Unfortunately, there were several more levels they had to pass before he knew the full range of this relationship. She truly hoped it would weather the stress of what was coming. Afterward, a formal meeting of sorts over dinner. They had much to talk about. “I’ll make sure our cooperative friend isn’t anywhere to see ‘Jerry’ leave. I’ll plan to take Trevor to one of Strollo’s ‘Conversation Rooms.’ I’ve…stayed a few nights in one of them in a pinch. It will keep him there.” She nodded. “How long do you think he’ll stay unconscious? Do you think he needs another kick in the skull to keep him down for another hour or so?” Smirk was cognizant of his eagerness. There was a point when even vampires could be mush after you hit them enough. Knife was pulled from its sheath and flipped to the tip in the blink of an eye. She held it out for him to take by the handle. “Stake him, take all his… loose parts. Don’t wake him until you speak to me again, I’ll let you wake him up this time. It’s fun. Kind of like wrestling a Were.” Lip smirked again. It felt almost like a predator teaching another how in a different fashion, passing on knowledge of the most brutal type. Maybe that’s what was happening here, a relationship the Capo couldn’t have with other heads of his family. She wondered silently how many of them truly understood the turmoil in this man’s blood. Probably none. She wasn’t a bad influence… not exactly anyway. Maybe more of an outlet. “I’ll have our new friend call Jerry to get him out here. He and I will have a discussion about how we proceed from here.” That portion of the game worried her. Jerry was a magus, and variables were something she didn’t like. Not at all. She thought a moment. Ahanu would stay here. Ahanu was one of the most powerful magus she’d ever met. The woman could rip an airplane in half in the sky at her peak. It didn’t sit well with her that she would leave here and they would have limited backup. Phone was dialed again, what she requested was brief, almost in code with as few words as she used. What was evident was that some kind of team would be in place around the building, and Ahanu was remaining here. Once it was determined to be under control, Ahanu would relocate to her. “I’m not leaving you here alone with Roderick and an unknown variable with Jerry,” she said shortly. “I have a small team that patrols my hangar at your disposal in five minutes. They will stay outside and monitor. You say shoot, they will without hesitation. Don’t get too attached to them. You can’t keep them, they’re my toys.” She nodded to Toby, who brought their first friend into the room and laid him on a desk before leaving. The man in captivity out in the main room seemed quiet, almost resolved. Coming down from adrenaline perhaps. Maybe he felt like he might survive this. “That man is loyal to you for life,” she commented quietly, looking up at the Were before dark eyes wandered back to the guy who’d been mentally stripped bare. “He would take a bullet for you, don’t let him regret that choice.” For the first time ever, she seemed… small, human. The power and stature around her had peeled away for the moment in the privacy of the room they were plotting in. She breathed in and nodded to him, motioning for him to skedaddle. Door closed. Alone with her deceased friend she began pulling articles of clothing off and prepping her new ones. She would have to stash hers somewhere, Toby would find them and bring them back. After she’d changed completely and sat in the desk chair in impossibly large clothing, the photo was brought up again. They were just waiting on her. She could never explain what it felt like, there was no comparison. Floating possibly. That time between times when the heaviness of the sun was being crushed by the vastness of the dark sky. Dry sand being pummeled by a crushing wave. That limbo created tension, and the tension created something new. Those that had seen her do it, said it merely changed, like the photos that were scrambled until you focused and saw the picture. A refraction of light changing to a prism. Regardless, when it was done she felt like she was always punched in the gut. Moving, was also odd at first, sometimes even nauseating as muscles learned a new rhythm. Weapons secured, phone secured, she pushed the door open slightly. A viper with the face and stature of an enemy magus nodded to Toby and the Capo from the shadow before retreating calmly back into the darkness of the room to go out the back and cut loose the other two to "escape". Several moments later, Ahanu took her place next to Toby and Toby departed. Showtime.
  12. Eris London

    Sheut Happens

    “Thank you.” Eyes narrowed slightly in response, arms crossing and she nodded in concession. “I worked in the DEA before the Event. In the field,” she said shortly. It explained her attire, and her penchant for coarse language when she was working in this half of her “duties”. It wasn’t an excuse, it was a reason. Behavior was learned, and being her size in the work she did was damning already. You adopted behavioral norms, or you were shoved out. On the outside though in public view? Dressed in a suit? Never. Smooth as glass with impeccable manners unless she was one on one, then all bets were off. "That means I can help you figure out your poison too." “Warehouses and small freight…seems to fit. Does the proximity to the water make up for the poor fuel quality? Seems short-sighted.” “Something able to avoid Bakkhos’ resources for this amount of time is extremely well planned. There’s a purpose here.” “This operation is intended to be disposable. A kamikaze attack. If what you say is true, then that tiny, barely useable helipad with terrible fuel can’t be expected to be a long-term setup. Either they are desperate, or they are testing us.We need to be careful how we proceed. I don’t enjoy being studied.” “Well there goes my night,” she quipped with deadpan humor. “You’re a good study.” She thought a moment, watching the rogue on the floor. “There is so much mechanical slag, junk out there. A lot of amenities were absorbed by other companies when their owners never returned or were killed a decade ago. Survivors didn’t take the junk, so now there are fleets of old vehicles nobody wants. Untraceable, nobody will miss them, nobody keeps track of them… disposable, anonymous.” Brow cocked as she looked up at him. “Sludge fuel isn’t a worry. They just dump the vehicle and find something else. I’d bet in a few weeks, the trucks will be different. I have a few ideas where they may have come from. Equipment is rotting Gallo, harder and harder to keep planes in the air when nobody is making parts and they’re rusting on runways. Vehicles are the same way. They think they're being sneaky. To someone like me that regularly scouts for parts, it's like a fingerprint. I'll make some calls.” Then, the bombshell. It was a sure fire way to get immediate answers and get several steps ahead, if only for a hot minute. “Are you suggesting speaking to the two with Ahanu as Jerry?” She nodded slowly. “You’d have to be angry, think you can handle that?” The glare was hard, “…did you seriously just ask me that?” “While you do that, I’ll have a crew come in, clean up, and collect our new friend and escort him somewhere safe where he can be looked after. We get the Hesek and the man out of here. Clean up the mess we made, and let Jerry find the warehouse. Without his crew. Without his cargo.” A corner of her lip curled up at his smirk. “This relationship is a dangerous,” she quipped. “One of these days I might ask you to take over the world with me.” Humor was evident, but clearly she was happy with her choice to work with him on many levels, though she would never admit it. “I need Ahanu, that’s part of the risk. You’ll be on your own. Toby will stay to help with the rogue, then he’ll have to follow me when your people arrive. Ahanu will have to tail us from the start. When this is done, I'll need their help. Nobody is all powerful Thomas, not even me.” It was the closest she would ever come to conceding she had limits. “You’ll get your information.” “Then maybe Jerry meets a friend of his he didn’t know before.” Brow cocked, and she laughed quietly. Eris London did not laugh. “I’d like to welcome him to my new warehouse, personally It would be important to know what sort of mage he is first. Think our boy out there knows?” “Probably. If it was an unusual ability he may have seen it. Magus are so layered with power though that knowing what kind of magic he slings won’t necessarily give us any advantage other than to watch out for his hocus pocus.” Long breath was pulled in and released. “I’m trusting you not to hurt my people,” her voice was incredibly quiet, lethal. Eyes found his without hesitation. “I will not be able to protect them, from you, after I do this.” Her expression held no question she could and would rain down hellfire if something happened to them. She knew he was aware she'd been watching him all evening. It was dangerous to be involved with her, but it also held incredible benefits. “People that are my family, I will protect with my life,” that also included him, though she didn’t say it out loud. She would stand in front of him if Calloway raised a hand to the Capo. Her loyalty to the Nation was unshakable, but she would never betray those that had her back either. It had caused considerable tension between her and other leaders in the Nation. In the end, it seemed Ausar supported her for that very reason. Her loyalty to those who were trustworthy was unshakable. Gallo had split loyalties, and the fate of how the Nation treated his family rested squarely on his shoulders. The Nation wanted them as puppets. She wanted them as partners. A conversation they would have to have very soon. She nodded once, phone pulled out to ring Ahanu and explain what was going to happen. She did the same for Toby even though he was in the other room, it was just quicker and cleaner. The goon on the table would have to be brought back to where she was… she needed his clothes. “When he brings in our first friend and I close this door, I won’t be able to talk to you again until this is over. When I’m good, I’ll call Ahanu to leave the two outside and come in. When you see her come in, I’m going to cut them loose outside for the 'getaway' and see where they take me,” she motioned for Toby to grab their deceased friend and bring him into the room. “Once I get all the info I think I’ll get, I’ll take care of the two friends outside. Let’s get this done.” She held the door for him, ready to close it behind him… quirked brow indicating she had to do this in privacy. “Only because I like you,” she grouched.
  13. Eris London

    Sheut Happens

    His smirk amused her, she liked it. The woman was the epitome of a poker face, but when things went well and were tipped in her own favor the wicked little personality could be set forth. This is what her crew knew her for. So business-like, rigid and arrogant to the world… when in fact she enjoyed these moments the most. She despised the hunt, she loved the endgame. She nodded once when he agreed, stepping back and speaking with Toby inaudibly. “Yes. Please ensure that our guest is cared for.” She couldn’t take her eyes off the rogue, but they could remove themselves to a room where the man couldn’t hear them. Toby could, but she wasn’t concerned. He knew this information already and seemed to enjoy it when she stepped out in this way. Following the Were, she managed to not appear small next to him. It was an impossible task for most, for her it came naturally. Stepping through the doorway, she positioned herself so she could see the broken rogue. Toby was fine. Arms crossed, voice low, she wasted no time. “It’s not an airfield, it’s an old heliport. I looked at it several years ago as a dock. It’s really only good for warehouse needs and small freight docking. The fuel tanks are sludge so it’s useless to me. For old trucks, it’s passable but it will destroy the engines… it’s their fuc…” She stopped herself, eyes flicking up to him. Head cocked slightly as her eyes narrowed at the man almost accusatory. He didn’t like coarse language, it had just dawned on her. Well fuck… that was half her vocabulary. “It’s their screw-up,” she finished without missing a beat. He was going to be a bad influence on her. “Could land a helicopter there, but I don’t know of any pilots that service there. Helicopters that accurate are not common either. I have an idea who could do it. I’ll make some calls.” She took a deep breath, reaching down quickly to adjust the thigh holster with her thumb before crossing arms over her chest again. They were not made for short women, even when they were made for short women. Thoughts were wrestled with a moment. Perhaps the reason she bucked Calloway’s insistence on building a network is she would have to share bits of herself with people. Small circles meant secrets and weaknesses could remain clandestine. With Bakkhos, it was absolutely unlikely they didn’t know each other’s secrets. Maybe unconsciously that was why she approached Gallo and not the others. He was more refined of course, but he was also… a gentleman, and gentleman didn’t discuss the affairs of others without good cause. She caught herself staring at him for several moments before she decided to move forward. If she was going to commit to this, this was a level of trust she extended to no one but her inner circle. When she shared, it was as powerful as her stoicism when she didn’t. It was a story and tragedy all in one to make sure he understood the magnitude of what she could do, and how important it was he kept it confidential. “People die,” she said quietly, eyes shifting to Toby as her chest rose and fell in a small sigh. “Doesn’t matter how smart they are, how young, how powerful, how important, how loved. Mages… everyone dies. All the knowledge in the world couldn’t cure my cancer, all the power in the world the Event gave me couldn’t cure me either. I refused to die. Not because I was afraid of it, but because... I simply refused to be beaten.” She let it rest there. It still perplexed her why she’d fought so hard against the vampire intent on killing her when she was going to die in that hospital anyway. That defiance was why the other that gave her the gift saved her. She fought for herself when no one else would, or could. She’d shared too much, cheeks burning with a lick of anger. He made it easy to tell him things, she didn’t like it. ‘This virus was given to me because someone believed I could be more than just a single force of nature. I’ve lived three lives, as a human, a Sheut Ka, and a mage. When we’re infected, most change from one life to the next. Mage to vampire. Human to vampire. Some of us, very rarely, keep parts of our former selves. I am one of those. You are the only one outside my circle that knows this. It needs to stay that way.” Narrowed eyes were definitely mischievous as they looked back at him. He didn’t need to know how adept she’d gotten at Matteo, not yet anyway. “I can be Jerry,” she said quietly. “There are risks, so we need a definitive plan of action, but I can be Jerry. It would have to be now, once word of this night ripples through whoever we’re chasing, we might lose the chance. Introduce Jerry to the two outside. See where that takes us. Pull Ahanu, have Jerry cut them loose. Put one behind the wheel to escape…” Brow cocked. it was a lot to take in. “It's not glamour, it's an actual shapeshift. I will be recognized as not Jerry to anyone with a sense of smell acute enough to know it's not him. We’d have a little less than an hour, I can duck out once we’ve got substantial intel but... that would open up the risk of the real Jerry finding out someone is impersonating him. We could take care of them before they can tell anyone, but that will take coordination. I pull Mouse in, and she can scrape out any communications and assist with that.” Gallo might actually finally get to meet the member of her team responsible for his place of business being partially destroyed. "The fact I'm willing to wear someone else's shi... clothes means I like you," jaw set. He was SUCH a bad influence on her, however his needs and goals were hers as well. She couldn't wave their flag to the Nation without getting her hands dirty. She believed in his cause. "Remember that Gallo." She didn’t need to go into further detail unless he asked. The shifting wiped her out, it always did. Toby and Ahanu knew what to do when that happened, it was not their first rodeo. The viceroy’s expression was expectant, waiting for his thoughts or questions. Had she impersonated anyone from Bakkhos? Yah... she was not answering that damn question...
  14. Eris London

    Shall We Play a Game?

    She didn’t overtly try to look like a statue, it was just a byproduct of being something unnatural. Had she been given a proper choice, she most likely would never have chosen it. It was still better than being zombie food by a long shot. The viceroy was not a patient person, it was a skill that had to be honed over and over again the more she dealt with people. Her days of shooting someone in the damn face and getting to say “oops” later were a bit over. The woman seemed to be coming around, a physical and emotional response like that hinted she'd been terrorized in some way. There was a time she was not unlike her. In so much pain it felt like bones were glass and she would die if she took another breath; afraid of what was around the corner because the world had been so incredibly cruel. She got better when she stopped fearing death. “He’s not my friend!” That, was absolutely a boon. The outburst seemed to stall the composure progress a little, but the fact she wasn’t particularly attached to the hunter meant there was no loyalty there to hold back information. Since the woman also seemed to believe the petite vampire was there under aggressive pretenses, it would grease the wheels even more perhaps. She wasn’t intending to play that card, she was cruel but she wasn’t unnecessarily sadistic. “If I wanted you dead, I would not torture you like this,” she could also be kind. Words held truth. "That's only reserved for those that have betrayed my trust. It is a fate that's earned and I've never met you before." Dark eyes watched the need for alcohol. She too liked a good drink, a bit disappointed when the woman grabbed only one glass. The alcohol would stay the scent of a wound the woman had that was itching at her senses. The viper had control of the highest order, and she’d already eaten this evening. It still couldn’t be completely ignored, only placed to a peripheral awareness. The eyes that looked up at her were so intriguing, beautiful. “What do you want to know?” “The vampire, and the hunter, and perhaps a little about your abilities,” her words held truth. This woman reminded her so much of Mouse when she’d first found the magus in Detroit. Now, the vampire would destroy a city block- and had, to protect her employee from danger. “I’m not interested in how you came across the Sheut Ka, the vampire, you encountered, or why you were there. I would just like to know if you know anything about him. Let’s start with that.” Putting an actual name to an amorphous "monster" was purposeful. It meant they weren't just a fluke, or a wild beast that ran free to slay at will with no checks and balances. They were a race, and they had laws, with terrible consequences for their transgressions.
  15. Eris London

    Sheut Happens

    His ring. That was a tell. Interesting. He liked finite control, order. They were all things she liked as well, but she’d earned her teeth in chaos and she was comfortable flipping back and forth on a whim. He liked order and comfort, his influence was strong in that arena. Good to know, this was great progress. She was also becoming used to the occasional growls from Gallo. They were interesting, as telling as the buckle of someone’s brow when they were displeased or the twitch of her lip over her canines when she was irritated. Each one had its own personality, like a canine’s expressive features. She realized she was smiling to herself as she listened to his conversation and started going through Trevor’s phone. The comparisons she was making in her head were amusing, if only to her. He would likely not appreciate… but it didn’t mean she couldn’t. Jerry. A magus. Damn. It ticked at her that the phone wasn’t password protected, smirk disappearing after a few moments. Just an idiot, or a burner phone. Maybe a bit of both. She had an idea, and it wasn’t one that Tom was expecting. All she needed was a… “Where do the trucks get gassed up? Where else have you been ordered to watch crates?” *npc* “The old airfield, just… a bit from here.” Her eyes slid up. What. The. Hell. Was he talking about hers? That was not possible. Toby’s gaze hadn’t moved from the man but she could see his confusion as well, subtle. Tom just needed to play it cool, the man was either lying or there was a component here they were missing. Her mind flipped through all the places she knew. The old heliport. It was just a strip of concrete now, but all the amenities were still there. She’d checked it out when she’d built hers. It was a depot for shipments of varying sort. The fuel was sludge, so she never did business there, but it would run old trucks. There was storage, warehouse space, access from the water and old passageways. It was a quiet but thriving shipping spot. Inconspicuous. *npc* “They gas up there, sometimes deliveries come in on a boat.” Her airfield couldn’t take deliveries, the breakwalls were substantial. Tom would know that, she wondered if he knew about the old heliport. Attention went back to the phone, thumb pressing unusually hard to get it to work. Damn vampire temp. It clicked quietly. Did she just take a picture of the floor? Arg. “Have you ever been commanded to watch the same place more than once? How often are you made to do this sort of thing?” *npc* “Couple of times… ummm… there’s just two I know of.” The man was thinking, he was more observant than he thought he was. *npc* “I just get a call from Trevor and he tells me which one to go to… We never know where until they call. Been here a few times this month, another place on the upper west side most often. I only see Jerry here.” Bingo. She held up the phone to the man. Apparently Trevor had trouble with phones too, and in attempting to use the phone like her he had captured a slightly blurry photo. It was clear enough to see the face, at an odd angle and trailing lights behind him, but it was a face. The man nodded. *npc* “Yah, that’s him.” When she had a face, she could do the impossible. Smirk was slight at Toby, who returned the expression. She was well fed. She could do it tonight. They could get answers tonight. Trevor, she couldn’t, he would know it was her. The humans? Put them all in a room together, and she could get Tom answers tonight. She had to talk to him first, so he didn't end up using the damn axe on her. She knew she had a scent he recognized, but sometimes senses didn't trust what eyes could see. She put her back to the man, standing at Gallo’s shoulder. “Can we speak?” her voice was almost inaudible, the urgency of her expression hopefully was enough to gain an audience.

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