Dresden Files: Caught in the Undertow

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Post  industrious on Mon May 02, 2011 11:08 am

Sanya

He's been expected; they've laid out a room for him in the rectory, among other things.

"Welcome, Sanya. I had the sudden urge to prepare a room, so..." Father Forthill smiles, and offers a sandwich.
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Re: Dresden Files: Caught in the Undertow

Post  Cracklord on Mon May 02, 2011 11:46 pm

Vlad
He stands at the head of some dozen of his kin, Kincaid among them. The an who used to be the Hellhound is a lone image of civilization in a sea of barbarity, like a single rock thrust above a stormy sea. They look faintly monstrous, and he can't help but compare them to the orcs in the Lord of The Rings movies.
They dress in furs and leathers and bits of metal, armor and rags, and have a hunched, twisted look about them, that speaks of primitive power. Several are grimy, their hair matted, crusted in filth.
He wonders vaguely how many of them even know where they are. He'd met a Jade Court vampire who'd never heard of America once, and can't help but see his kin in the same light. No doubt they were going to get a nasty surprise when the mortals came after them.
Even Vlad, who at least knew how to dress himself, looked more like an eighteenth century gentleman, albeit one almost as wide as he was tall across the chest, in his pyjamas.
"We begin by cutting the fat from this city." He says, eyes completely black with no pupils, whites or irises. "Bring me them all. Practitioners and magi, and all those unaffiliated with the council, but also those who slip between the cracks in the sidewalk. Bring me those who show uncommon luck, men who never lose a game of chance, doctors who never fail to save a patient, those who survive when it should be impossible. Bring me men who's insight into another seems more then natural, and all the rest."
"The wardens won't like that." It's Kincaid, the rest of his kin seem incapable of stringing a sentence together. He's a little ashamed, actually.
"We want their attention." He replies. "So let them gnash their teeth. Now scour the city!"
"Well. There are a few places you should start with." It's all he can do not to correct Vlad's use of tense. He's less that thrilled to be part of this association again.
"As you say. You know this place and world. If you consent, I would make you my strong right hand again."
It probably isn't wise to refuse him outright. He's seen the way he murmurs to himself, dwelling on betrayal and seeing conspiracies where none even exist to plot. But he can't choose not to either. "That ship has sailed." He replies. "Forget it."
Vlad bares his teeth, but Kincaid is already out the door. It's going to be a bloody night.
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Re: Dresden Files: Caught in the Undertow

Post  draxx on Mon May 02, 2011 11:58 pm

Sanya
There is a knock on the door. Fix knew Harry sometimes came here, and for some reason it seemed the place to start looking, although if he tried to articulate the reasoning that led to that conclusion he wouldn't no where to start. The fact of the matter was, he had something important to say, and Sanya needed to hear it. From there, it was all arranged. Instead, he finds the big black man, built like a men's health figure who had been abusing steroids for months. He looked much bigger next to the little Summer Knight.

Fix's scrawny frame had filled out. He wasn't big, but small and scrawny were no longer the first words that came to mind. Instead, words like wiry and compact. He didn't have much muscle, but what he did have was to good definition, and he held himself with confidence, although not too much confidence.

He has his gun in a shoulder holster, and his sword and poniard on a hip, his coat doing a little, but not much, to conceal them. his hair is white and spiked up, his skin is tanned, and his clothes are stylish, if not exactly designer labels.

Mistaking you for a priest, he blurts out "I was looking for Harry Dresden. A man named Nicodemus has arrived in town, and cutting a deal with Marcone." Then he stops. He'd learned to be careful about what he said. That was most uncharacteristic of him.
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Re: Dresden Files: Caught in the Undertow

Post  Colesign on Tue May 03, 2011 12:16 am

(Holy Shit)

Sanya

The Cocktail accepts the Father's sandwich with a smile and bites into it with gusto, cramming it into his mouth with the enthusiasm of the young.

Then Fix comes barging in.

"Mmmph!" Sanya says in greeting, as the food lodges in his throat and he begins choking.

Bartholomew Dee

{Could someone Narrate Lydia? She's the girl from book three. Also, Bartholomew seems to be part of "The Fat" Vlade is talking about *Whimpers*}

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Re: Dresden Files: Caught in the Undertow

Post  draxx on Tue May 03, 2011 12:24 am

Fix
As he is no longer being jerked into place by fate, he pauses, and then stops. "Well, tell Dresden Fix needs to see him. It's important. You probably don't know who Nicodemus is..." Sanya has probably managed to swallow by now.
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Re: Dresden Files: Caught in the Undertow

Post  Cracklord on Tue May 03, 2011 12:44 am

Kincaid
Kincaid stops outside the apartment. It was exactly where his contacts had said it would be. Ordo Lebes. Part of the para-net. And here he was, preparing for the opening of hostilities of Vlad's crusade. Vlad was good at this, his single-mindedness was legendary, and he had little interest in letting people have magic. Thanks to him there hadn't been a magical practitioner born in Austria in three centuries.
And this was the start. No point in going about it quietly, because it was too obvious to remain hidden long. Be showy. Give the police something to think about. Give the Wardens something to notice. Don't try to hide what's going on.
He reaches into the trunk of his car, and removes a very big gun. He wrapped the rifle strap twice around his wrist, pulling back the stock against his shoulder, and flicking off the cap that covered the scope. It was no ordinary rifle. It had been specially tooled for a Kenyan ivory hunter, and had the rate of fire of a kalashnikov. He'd picked it up for a song after the hunters execution.
He took his time, checking the barrel was clean, making sure the feed was straight and the gun wouldn't jam, and all the rest of the preventative maintenance professionals do when they are about to kill unknowns. When at last he's satisfied, he flicks off the safety, then turns to one of the thralls, and tosses his head. "Tear the bloody doors off."
It would be warded. He had minions to take the blasts for him, so why risk himself?

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Re: Dresden Files: Caught in the Undertow

Post  Colesign on Tue May 03, 2011 1:02 am

Sanya

Sanya swallows, and smirks. "Nicodemus, Nicodemus...oh, do you mean the immortal, demon possessed evil son of bitch that leads the Order of the Blackened Denarius, of which my duty, as Knight of the Cross wielding Esperacchius–" He slowly draws the Sword of Hope, taking the form of a calvary Saber with a Nail worked into it's hilt "–Is to combat?"

He pauses in thought. "Nope, have not heard of him."

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Re: Dresden Files: Caught in the Undertow

Post  draxx on Tue May 03, 2011 1:11 am

Fix
A little embarrassed and wrong-footed, he does the only think remaining, and gets a tad... prickly. "Ah, well if you could direct me to someone who does, maybe we could do something about it." He says. "Because he intends to hunt down and kill his wife for back-stabbing him, and Titania asked me to intervene and make sure they all die."
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Re: Dresden Files: Caught in the Undertow

Post  Cracklord on Tue May 03, 2011 2:14 am

Kincaid
The ward goes off with a small, localized and masterfully directed explosion. It wasn't intended to be lethal, however, and the thrall only bares it's teeth, small and sharp but human, and digs it's fingers into the frame, removing the door, the hinges and all the rest. With a heave of his shoulders, he sends it smashing into the hallway.
Kincaid, actually shorter but seeming much bigger thanks to it's hunched pose steps infront, taking in the room in an instant. He doesn't hesitate, just turns and snaps off a shot, tearing through a tiny terrier with an explosion of gore and into the woman behind it. He turns before the one in the kitchen can open her mouth, and shoots her as well. There is a young woman sitting on a couch, he blows her brains out, then rests the rifle on his shoulder, and turns to step out of the apartment. They all were practitioners, but wizards of all descriptions need preparation to be any use in a fight, otherwise they were no more durable then anyone else. And he hadn't even given them time to realize what was happening, the whole fight had taken barely four seconds.
He smiles in the manner of a craftsman who has just completed a tricky job, and turns sharply on his heel, resting the rifle on his shoulders. Wrong weapon for this particular job, but he'd be grateful for it later. "Give my regards to Mr Marcone." He says to the single remaining woman, who he had left alive, and steps into the hallway. A few people have stuck their heads out to see what is happening, but they quickly draw themselves back in when he steps past.
He gets into the car, crosses a line of the notepad, and drives away.

Bartholomew
No answer. You step in to find the house has been ransacked and she is nowhere to be seen. A few keepsakes are missing, so maybe she really did disappear, but some premonition that has nothing to do with magical talent makes you fear the worst.

Murphy
You are at a crime scene. You knew these women, they were targeted by a White Court vampire a few years ago, that was making them commit suicide one at a time.
This is... more direct. Rather more direct, actually. They have simply been professionally shot by a high caliber bullet. Whoever it was was more then good. Three dead, three shots, and tricky shots at that for such a big weapon so quickly, and then gone before anyone got a good look at him. Their were witnesses, though apparently not the woman in the room, who claimed to have not seen anything. They say the man was big, blond, and smiling a wolfish smile. He had been in and out so quickly they would have missed him if he didn't have the smoking gun on his shoulder. Even the bullets were a dead end, handmade, custom, and untraceable.
This shouldn't be your job. If ever there was a job for homicide, here it was. So why was this given to SI? More to the point, why you particularly? There is nothing hard to explain or determine about it, except maybe a motive. If they weren't members of the magical community you don't think you'd be able to guess anything at all. And why were you the requested officer, asked to explore a case that was almost definitely going to get plenty of media attention?
Someone at Department HQ was playing silly buggers.

Justine
She sat behind an extremely tidy desk, a white leather binder in front of her contained recent updates printed on thick, snowy white paper. Her office was immaculate: pristine white, cool chrome, a few well positioned splashes of red - it was symmetrical to the point of being severe. She herself was dressed in a spotless white business suit, and even though it was way past the end of the day, there was not a single crease to be witnessed anywhere on it; not a curl was out of place of her blacker than midnight hair, even though it spilled in lazy waves, framing a face that was nothing short of perfection.
You've never entertained thoughts of a woman in that way at all before you met her, but even to you she's a goddess who deserves worship, and you'd love to feel her silky skin...
She looks up at you and smiles. "Be a dear and run this down to St. Mary of the Angels, will you?" She hands you the folder and forms. "We have an order for some longstanding loans of art to the church, which I would appreciate returned."

Lara
Well, that was Thomas involved. It seemed a shame, she loved her brother, but circumstances were circumstances. He was too involved with his brother, his loyalty was well and truly compromised, and what's more, his squeeze was being used to spy on her. She'd let Justine get into this position purely for a use like this, an now was perfect.
She expects regret, maybe a little pain. She doesn't feel anything. Se just opens a fresh folder and gets back to work.


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Re: Dresden Files: Caught in the Undertow

Post  draxx on Tue May 03, 2011 4:43 am

Thomas
If he has a flaw, it's a tendency to act first and think second. Justine didn't call him to tell him why, but she did meet him on the corner. They had planned to have a walk together along the beach, then relax and watch a romantic movie in his designer apartment of the uncomfortable furniture, just the two of them. When she told him, he realized Lara was up to something, and so went straight to the church (more of a cathedral, really) to see what was going on.

A white Jaguar pulls up behind Fix. It's driver gets out, revealing Thomas, looking like he just stepped of a magazine cover to give tips. Any father of a daughter would shoot him on sight. He starts at Fix, and again at Sanya. He's met Shiro, an elderly Knight of the cross, and the man frightened him more then a little, with his quiet strength and steely resolve. He'd met Michael, and the man had disapproved of him. He'd also killed Red Court Vampires just by existing, which had made Thomas feel delicate for months afterwards.

Wishing belatedly he brought a sword, or at least a knife in case the knight decided he was profane and shouldn't be standing on holy ground, he walks to the door and tries to squeeze past. Justine walks after him, dressed in a very thin kimono that did more for her figure then many figure-hugging dresses. She was a gorgeous little thing, not prettiest girl in the club gorgeous but prettiest girl in the state gorgeous, while still having a certain 'girl-next-door' caste to her features. She follows Thomas, gliding despite impossible shoes.

Fix
He turns, his hand going for his gun. He spots Tomas, and his hand does not relax. If anything, it slides closer until it's gripping the handle. The gun is too big to draw and fire smoothly, it needs to be set and carefully aimed, but just the same it's comforting in this case. Thomas had been with Dresden a few months ago, and he was fairly sure the two of them were no longer on speaking terms.

He had lived a while as Summer Knight, and had learned a few things. First thing, always be in a position of strength when negotiating. He was the only one here with a gun. That was strength enough for him. Second, do not take chances. He was at risk every day, even only one to a thousand chances would see him dead before long. Don't trust friendships to breaking points, don't leave yourself open or defenseless, and don't trust convention.

"A little space, please." He says, bringing Thomas up short, as suddenly he projected confidence and strength. It was like looking at a housecat, then glancing again and suddenly realizing it's a lion. A whispering breeze brought a sharp, though faint, scent of pine and honeysuckle and fresh mown grass rolling round him, and suddenly the whole place seemed more alive.

Then he lowered his hand and for a moment he looked like a flustered young man again. "Sorry. I have issues with people I don't know getting to close."

Murphy
Her first, somewhat reflex idea is to call Dresden. She shakes her head and bares her teeth, realizing how dependent on him she's got working with him all this time. Besides, despite the victims there really wasn't anything about this cast that suspected supernatural, although the door could use some explaining. Three shots, three dead women, QED.

Why? Were the girls up to something that got someone angry? The man who did this had to be a good shot, she wasn't sure she could pull it off herself. An ex-marine, maybe. Or someone like that. Maybe Marcone, although this sort of big, obvious crime wasn't his sort of forte. He'd just arrange a gas leak or something. Not a lone gunman in broad daylight.

No fingerprints, on the door, the walls, the floor, anywhere. No footprints in the garden, or business card, or even a forensic goldmine like blood or seamen. Nothing really to work with. So it was all down to why. She had an innate distrust of the sort of person who could take one look at a person and say, in a lordly sort of voice 'why I can tell you nothing about this man except he is a left handed man who is a stonemason, down on his luck, and has probably spent some time in the merchant navy.' What a massive insult to the vast ocean of human experience. The same bits of evidence could lead to any number of conclusions.

So what had these people done that could be called objectionable? Even if you took the fact that they were witches into account, all they seemed to be doing is having friends around for a gossip and a chat, the same way people did in book clubs all over the city. It was just such a senseless crime...

Or was it? Maybe they knew something. They had magic, maybe enough to sense the arrival of something bad that didn't want to show it's hand just yet. Suddenly, she thought to the cloud of birds that had almost seemed to have voices clouding the sky two nights back, and she shivered. Maybe she would call Dresden afterall.

But before she can dial his number, a squad car pulls up, and a man gets out. "Another case. Same caliber of bullets, same reported sightings of a mad gunman. Bok's rare books, near the university. The man himself and six customers. Then again on the other side of town. Three victims." Murphy blinked. He knew where he was going, he had the targets all mapped out in his head. There was no other way he could be moving so quickly.

"Alright, get a sketch artist and see what the witnesses can show up. Have forensics give this place a sweep. Then try and figure out a pattern" There already was one, but she didn't know it, and it would seem suspicious if she started talking about premonitions. "I need to make a call."

Billy Borden
Their was a fine line between vigilantism and protecting the city. A line it was hard not to cross. But a line he had to be very aware of. Vigilantism was a punishable offense. Rugged individualism was all very well and good, but communities didn't want any group getting it into their heads to protect justice. That's where revolutions come from.

But by the same token, there were some problems that the police were not capable of dealing with. Problems that they refused to even acknowledge existed. And if a roaming pack of wolves was not exactly conventional, it was one of the only defenses the city actually had. So to avoid the former, a good working relationship with Karrin Murphy, head of special investigations, did wonders.

Now, for instance, a police radio Stallings had reported stolen began broadcasting the current situation in Billy's hummer about the murders, and he heard every word. He paused a moment, then picked up his cell phone. He didn't have enough magic to destroy the things like wizards did, which was a good thing. He needed one for work.

"Georgia?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, on my way home now."

"No, I didn't, but that's not important right now. Listen, call everyone up. Quickly, we have a situation."

"I dunno. But the police seem to be moving slowly, so maybe we can help out a bit."

"Good, see you then. Love you."
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Post  Colesign on Tue May 03, 2011 9:13 am

{So, is Murphy not putting the two and two of the witness description together?}

Bartholomew Dee

Bartholomew Dee feels a huge sinking feeling in his chest.

Is it the disappearances again? He thought. God, what sick bastard took her?

He begins doing some ransacking of his own, looking for weird blood, hastily scrawled messages, or heck, even locks of Lydia's Hair. He knows some guys with scrying abilities.

After his search, he begins calling members of the Paranet that he knows in Chicago, to see if they'd heard anything strange, or to see if they'd 'disappeared' as well, God Help him.

Sanya

Sanya nods at Thomas and Justine as they enter. "Gospodin, Devoushka." He intones.

Turning back to Fix: "Then it seems we have a common cause, Faeries Knight: what do you know of their current whereabouts?"

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Post  draxx on Tue May 03, 2011 6:18 pm

(She knows what he is and what he is capable of, but she also knows he's a mercenary who tends to find gold to be the profit motivator. She doesn't know about Vlad, or any reason why someone able to pay his exbordinate fees would want these women dead. So she doesn't suspect him for the simple reason that there is no motive.)

Fix
Sanya had said the right thing, defusing the situation by reminding them of their priorities. "Marcone has resolved to help him, in exchange for a few coins and information on a newcomer to Chicago. They have arranged to stay in contact until then. But Marcone should be in his office. I can take you there, if you want."
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Re: Dresden Files: Caught in the Undertow

Post  Cracklord on Tue May 03, 2011 6:56 pm

Kincaid
"That?" Kincaid sighs. If they were going to move to America, the least they could do was learn enough english to order a pizza.
"This is a list of contacts in 'the Para-net'. Nice of them to all get in contact, it will make hunting them down a sinch. Look, it's even got safehouses written here. Isn't that nice of them."
The thing grunts. It doesn't speak enough english to understand what he said. Kincaid sighs. His german is a little rusty, but his romanian is probably atrophied completely by this point, after so long out of use, so he doesn't have much choice.
He's spared trying to decide by arriving at another apartment block. Taking his rifle again, he gets out of the car, walks across the street, and waits. He only has to stop for a few minutes when a silhouette makes it's way into the rooms six floors up in the building across the road.
He times his shot perfectly, then walks back to the car with the same bored nonchalance he exhibits after every kill so far.

Bartholomew Dee
No signs of a struggle, no blood, nothing like that. If she was kidnapped, it wasn't in here. The ransacking appears to be someone looking for something. Of course, you can't tell if anything is missing, because it's not there for people to see. For all you know, she had the holy grail on her shelf, and that was among what was taken.

Marcone
And there it was. Rudolph was being investigated for corruption, and when it was found would be out of a job, Murphy was given the case of her career that should make national headlines and give her plenty of media attention, and was about to receive a substantial anonymous donation that would give her the means to buy all the equipment her department needs.
It would be traced back to him in a few months, which would kill any credibility she had with her fellow cops, and yet she'd achieve more then she had working for years. All in all, an effortless resolution.
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Post  Colesign on Tue May 03, 2011 9:28 pm

Sanya

"Let's go there then." Sanya says grimly. "From what I know of Marcone, he isn't inclined to support the actions of a man looking to bring about the apocalypse...and who kidnapped and tortured him at one point. So what he'll do is probably speak politely and try to make us into catspaws to wipe out the Denarians. Which I can't quite object to."

Then he ponders the rest of the sentence. "And what newcomer?"

He doesn't have to ask the question 'What Coins?'

Bartholomew Dee

Bartholomew manages to breath a sigh of relief as he releases it's less of a kidnapping, and more of a ransacking.

He pulls out his cell phone, calling the fellow member of the Paranet he knows: Ward-Guy, Dice-Spinner, and the Tele-Twins, for starters. Then onward to Bock, the top purveyor of Occult Tomes in Chicago.

After that, he walks into the instrument shop of the Oldtown School of Folk Music, walls filled with weird varieties of guitars, ukes, Zithers, Dulcimers, and other things of such ilk.

He talks to a guy behind the counter.

"Hey, do you happen to know Lydia's cell number? I'm a friend of hers, and she...never quite got around to telling it to me."

Because she's pretty distant, probably because of a really nasty, dark past she's been trying to move beyond. Which might have caught up with her.

He rolls a quarter across his fingers, a dexterity exercise that restores a measure of calm to him.

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Post  draxx on Tue May 03, 2011 10:24 pm

Fix
"Someone named Vlad Drakul. Nicodemus sounded faintly contemptuous, actually, but I'm ordered not to intefere with him, so I didn't really listen." He replies. "And Marcone... well, I'm fairly sure that's a bad idea. He seemed very agreeable indeed to Nicodemus' suggestion." And he scares Fix far more then either of these two, although he doesn't mention that.

He has forgotten all about Murphy. He's got a bit too much on his mind at the moment, and missed the nuance of why helping her out was supposed to be a bad thing.

Thomas
"Right." He says, following Sanya's lead. Harry said the man was alright, and that's good enough for him. If he's fine with working with a White Court vampire then who is he to throw stones. "Justine, I'll meet up with you in an hour or so. Wait here, Forthill will look after you." She nods, and walks into the church.

Thomas turns back to his car, and gets back in the drivers seat. "Get in, I'll give you both a lift."
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Re: Dresden Files: Caught in the Undertow

Post  Cracklord on Tue May 03, 2011 11:19 pm

Bartholomew Dee
No answer from the first three. It's like everyone is hiding from the same thing, or has vanished at the same moment. Even Bock doesn't answer, which is just wrong. You've never known him to miss a day of work in all the years you've known of him.
Finally you get lucky with Ward-Guy, who's at home and hasn't heard anything. He's as surprised as you are that Lydia has vanished (and, by assumption if not extension, all the rest of them) and says he'll take a look around and get back to you. It's reassuring, though you feel less then confident when you put down the phone.
The guy at the security desk gives you a look, then shakes his head. "No. Didn't leave a forward address or number, just said she was going far away. Figure an abusive boyfriend or something. There was a guy breaking up the things she left that night looking for something, but he vanished before we could stop him." He gives you a sort of understanding look. "Sorry to be the one to break it to you." It's clear he thinks the two of you were involved.

Jared Kincaid
It's been six hours since he started. He's killed thirty-five people already. The police would catch up after tonight, and work would slow down. The wardens about six hours later, and then Vlad would make a stand of it, some wizards would die, the Council would figure out that dislodging him would take too much effort, as they had every time they'd thought about facing up to him, and they'd give him terms that he would accept. So he'd have to get off to as good a start as he could.
All in all, it was not much of a plan, but Vlad was never very insightful or together when it came to this sort of thing. Shock and awe, massive damage and raw power were as far as his thinking went. he was probably looking around for a place to build a castle or deciding how he was going to force men into thrallhood, or even planning a triumphant procession involving crucifying men and women to telegraph poles to show off his power.
Kincaid knew him. He was a ravening monster, despite a certain amount of magnetic charisma that made people of a certain type congregate to him he was not fit to run anything by any measure except raw power, and yet was still somehow smart enough to hide the fact he had an army from the modern world, and most of the supernatural world at that.
But by the same token, here he was executing innocents on a whim of Vlad, and the only difference between it and a normal days work was he was recharging rather then being paid a lot of money for it. Funny as it was, he actually felt a lot more fulfilled working for a scary little girl who was far too knowing to have a conversation with and asked him to read her calculus problems drawn in crayon then his biological father (although he didn’t fool himself into thinking he was anything more then a squirt of seed and a hand to hold a gun to Vlad). Perhaps he should work for Nicodemus or the Red Court, although they expected him to actually enjoy this sort of thing, rather then just get on with it and move to the next job. Then again, Vlad didn’t expect him to do anything except follow orders, which was why he was no longer ‘The Hellhound.’ Only so much you can take.
Dresden would be involved now, because the police were, and by extension Murphy. Once they hear about Vlad, they’d connect the dots right away.
It was a shame. He liked both of them. Murphy was like a beautiful little tigress with an appreciation of all the right things, and Dresden was funny and had a sort of hapless drive you couldn’t help but admire. And Vlad would kill them, or ask him too. He hoped he went for the former, because then he’d have to cut ties, and Vlad wouldn’t like that. Not one bit. He really didn’t want Vlad as enemy. He was good, but he wasn’t convinced he could find a big enough gun to do any good.
Fear, loyalty, who could figure it out. At last his next target stepped into his bedroom, moving to reach for the phone, and Kincaid blew a hole the size of a quarter between his eyes. A ward rippled around the bullet, like the surface of a still pull disturbed by a thrown pebble, and an alarm sounded, but the man died before it had even activated. He stood up, shouldered the rifle again, and dropped down the side of the building to land three stories down at his waiting car.
Only a few more on the list, and then he’d ever to go straight to the source. He’d already wired explosives to the safe houses that should account for some of the more social and less cautious, but for the most part the easy bit was done. Now it was about time for the inevitable counter-attack.

Marcone
He is currently having a meeting with several diverse elements of his considerable empire. Most of them were not loyal to him, or really in his pay, but were simply offered compensation to occasionally look the other way, or grease the wheels so to speak and make things smoother. He had maybe a hundred men who actually worked as enforcers, and maybe a fifth of them he would trust in this sort of matter.
Of course, the twenty he did trust were good. The problem was making sure the rest of his empire knew enough but not too much, and were firmly understanding of his expectations in this matter. Then it was time to figure out which allies he could count on, and find some way to block him. A battle in the streets would only end fataly for him.
It seemed to him more then suspicious that Nicodemus should arrive now, seemingly with salvation in the forms of the coins, and the power to challenge this elder monster under the Accords, and back such a challenge. But there would be an alternative. Their had to be.


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Post  Colesign on Tue May 03, 2011 11:57 pm

Sanya

"Vlad...Drakul...you mean the Tepe's father? Isn't he supposed to be long dead?"

As he gets into Thomas's car, he speaks further on the subject of Marcone.

"Marcone...a man like him is always polite to guests, even when he's planning to throw their bodies in a ditch. I've seen in in action twice, and both times against the Denarians: I don't think he's all that inclined to sign on to their team."

B. Dee

{I actually gave Ward-Guy a name earlier in the game, but I'm in the process of typing: Ward-Guy's a pretty good placeholder}

"Look, be careful man: the worst possible scenario right now is that someone's gunning for minor practitioner just like a few years back. And worst possible scenarios are the new black this time of year. Check around, try to get in touch with your friends, then barricade yourself in: try St. Mary of the Angels, or Mac's place: whichever's closer. And...you might want to offer your services to the caretakers: just saying. Blessed be and all that jazz, man."

Bartholomew hangs up, and goes to converse with the Register guy

In response to the fellow's assumptions, Bartholomew freezes, then decides to go with it.

Shrugging sheepishly, he says:

"Well...do you suppose you could tell me what the guy looked like/ I'm not planning on smashing a bottle in his face or anything, don't worry about that. And...when you say disappear, do you mean 'run-off' disappear, or Disappear-Disapear? You know–Poof!"

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B. Dee
He shrugs. "Yeah, he's a lot bigger then you. Big, blond, chiseled features, and was carrying a sidearm I'll bet wasn't licesned. Looked like trouble. Said he was a cop and had a badge, though if you ask me looks more like a man who kills for a living. I didn't want to mess with him, you know? Anyway, I called the cops, but by the time the patrol car arrived he was long gone."

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Post  industrious on Wed May 04, 2011 12:21 am

Elaine Mallory

Well, this stunk. The moment the first safehouse was breached, an alarm was sent directly to her LA office. Gathering a few necessary items, she had gotten here through the Nevernever, through various hidden paths that she had uncovered due to her time in Summer.

"Wonderful job, Harry. Can't even take care of your own city, can you?"

She sees the shot, sees Kincaid make for the car. Her hand goes up, pointing the thorn-wand at the mercenary.

"Hold it right there," she says, with as much confidence as she can muster. That, plus all the anger, anyway. "Don't. Move."
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Post  draxx on Wed May 04, 2011 12:24 am

Thomas
“So am I.” Not strictly true, it was more like one half of his soul was a parasite that fed on his other half, and recharged itself through sex, but just the same, it sort of worked as a comparison. Vampires were like that.
“Lets find out some more before we make any assumptions.”

Fix
“Look, I really can’t go in there with you. I sort of signed a contract keeping my court from offering Tessa any protection, and it would look really bad if I march in with you two…” He’s been complaining like that since he got into the car. Although, in his defense, he does have more to worry about then the average person.
“Maybe I should hang back with the car.”
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Post  Cracklord on Wed May 04, 2011 12:28 am

Kincaid
He turns leisurely, not making any sudden movements, but still managing to make the action defiant. He eyes the wand. Then he eyes you, his blue eyes smoldering with a sort of feral animal magnetism, and he seems to like what he sees. Finally, he unhhooks the rifle, stretches it out, and he drops the gun, then holding his hands up, although his attitude some how endevours to present this as more of a way of humoring you then an actual fear of your capabilities.
"Alright. I'm safe, and so are you. Now walk away before something bad happens to you sweetcheeks." He says, with far more drawling confidence then she has despite being the one without an obvious weapon.
“Because I didn’t come alone, you didn't sneak up on me, and while I'm not exactly a gentleman, I'm much kinder and more forgiving then the alternative.”
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Post  industrious on Wed May 04, 2011 12:32 am

Elaine

The bracelet on her arms faintly glistens with light as Elaine activates her own shields.

"Thanks for the information. FULMINARIS!"

A ball of lightning streaks out from her wand, complete with echoing thunderclap, and heads towards Kincaid.
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Elaine
"Warned you." His next blur of motion is almost too fast to pick up As you speak, he hooks a foot under the rifle while throwing himself into a roll, kicking it into his hand with the same movement, and mannages to avoid the worst of the lightning, coming up with the gun set and ready to aim and fire.
His shoulder and bicep are singed, the artificial fabrics melted and black, but most of the bolt hammered into the car behind him, the metal popping and distorting out of shape, the windows all shattering, and the tires exploding. It was reparable, but nobody would bother, you'd be better off buying a new car. Kincaid snaps of six rounds rapid at you, hitting your shield, and forcing you to expend concentration into maintaining it (only the very best wizards can form two separate spells in their heads at once, and even then they rarely do as it leaves more opportunities for getting something wrong and blowing up in your face), then stands up. It's at this point that two men, or at least, men-shaped creatures, step out of the Nevernever behind you. Unlike Kincaid, they haven't taken to using cars, instead relying on walking through the ways to follow the orders. They both look much like he does, almost to the point of family resemblance. Tall, broad shouldered, rugged, strong features, and hard eyes, although their attire looks more like Hollywood’s idea of a Viking then anything practical like what he was wearing. Both of them take one look at you and smile, then leap.
Kincaid straightens, though he doesn’t lower the gun. “This is Hans Ignatovich, and the other one is Kurt Barlow. Boys? Don’t be gentle, this one's tougher then she looks."
They snarl, their mouths seeming a touch too wide, with a few too many small, sharp teeth, and their eyes narrow, then they both leap at her, hands extended like claws.
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Elaine

Her shield wasn't like Dresden's at all, though. Dresden used raw force to shield himself, spreading the impact out over an area. Her defense was that of hyperawareness; Dresden had called it "Spider-Sense" a few years ago. And then she had punched him.

Elaine had nothing like the raw power Dresden had, but she made up for it with fine control and a subtle touch. Working two spells at the same time, especially with foci, was easy.

She instinctively dodges and weaves her way through the bullets, and retaliates not with fire or lightning or force, but with a something far more insidious. With a flick of her hand, a cloud of glittering motes is released, streaking towards the mercenary and gathered around it, swirling and flashing in a dazzling cloud.

One of them manages to touch him.

No! I know how to swim! You cannot force me into putting my theoretical constructs into practice!

Memories. Each pinprick of light brought a single random memory to bear. It was hard to concentrate, hard to focus. And each touch from a point made it all the more harder.

The villagers have gotten rowdy. Kill one. Or two. Or however many you want. But kill something. Do it now.

And thus, Kincaid, we can deduce that P = NP...Kincaid? You fell asleep again, didn't you?

It's a little easy to get you started, but at least you're competent. Is that a Beretta?

No claymores here. Should have had claymores. Dresden, not much time. The girl. They got out with her. She’s alive.

Alright, Kincaid. I'll have one Happy Meal. Even if you're conditioning me towards a disposition to become obese. For you.

While the Hellhound is distracted, Elaine spins around, points her wand at the two.

"Fulminaris!"
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Kincaid
He had mental discipline and focus. Enough to be able to stand motionless for hours, without moving, without wavering. But that was by suppressing, not by ignoring. He stands, quite motionless, as he wrestles to get himself back under control.

"I'll miss you. You're the only thing I'll miss. But you don’t try to talk sense into me. This is the only thing left that makes sense. I want this, and you won't take it away from me."

"You will serve me, as you are told, or you will cease to be. Don’t ever think you can forget that. While I have allowed you some independence, I own you."

“Too slow. Faster. If you cannot manage this, you will be dead.”


"Just average folks miss some of the time. You didn't. Who are you really?"

"I haven't got this much sun in years. It's the closest thing to a real vacation I can remember. But that doesn't mean you can oggle me like I'm on display..."

As fast as they are, they are no match for the speed of thought. Barlow takes the lightning in the chest and is sent staggering back, then crashes into a skip on the corner with a sound like a gong being rung. He's not exactly convulsing, but he is fighting to regain control of his body, and his body is not responding too well, either barely responding or responding too much. It would take a human in that condition a weeks therapy and rest to recover, but then a human wouldn't survive that blast in the first place, so that's not particularly indicative.
The other one, with the russian name, is on you in the instant it took to aim and fire. Superhumanly fast and strong, nearly as fast as the bullets you mannaged to dive flat in time to avoid, and well used to brawling with it's kin, it's lethal in close quaters, and only your rapid back-peddling saves you from getting your face ripped off. Big, lethal hands reaching for you, it grabs your arm, and tears you towards it, hard and fast enough that you feel like the joint is going to be pulled out of the socket.
You have to get him off you, and fast, or you will be ripped limb from limb.

Team Summer, Trotsky, and Raith
You need a card to be allowed into the company parks, and the guard is not responsive to bribery, intimidation, or attempted flattery. In the end, you have to go across the block. It's hardly the grand enterance you'd imagined. When you get back to the office complex, you find yourselves taken to a small waiting room with white walls, modern furniture, modern art, and magazines that are almost current, with the words that 'Marcone is at a meeting, if you want to make an appointment he shouldn't be more then a few hourse.'
And you only got that far because of some quick outright lying and the fact she recognized Fix.
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