[Derek Anderson] It was a nice evening in Chicago, cloudy but warm. Being late on a monda night, there wasn’t many people out and about. Mostly late night workers, the street walkers, some more dangerous elements and a few braves.
Derek had gone to the Church to sought Rory out and invite her for acouple of drinks. It was the first time he had come by since the last night they had been together. She hadn’t visited, not that he thought she would’ve, and he wanted to be sure she didn’t think that he didn’t care for her after getting what he wanted. So there they were now, together, sitting in a small bar, with a man performing on stage, playing the guitar and singing.
Derek was dressed in dark shoes, a new pair of jeans and new shirt he had bought the evening before. He was relaxed, smiling, watching Rory often, enjoying the redhead’s beauty. “How have you been Rory?” He ask, his kind blue eyes looking into her bright green ones “Missed me some?”
[Rory] She had blushed and stammered and swallowed hard when he came to invite her out – but Kora wasn’t there, and Roman was on patrols, and it was likely she could slip out unnoticed. After all – he is forbidden.. as are the things they had done the last time they were together.
She is convinced by the thought of hearing a guitarist perform, though, and is happy enough to be at his side once away from the scrutiny of the streets. and the man on stage is good – really good – and she’s completely enthralled as she listens, and does her best to remember every moment…
She’s dressed as always – jean and t-shirt and tennis shows pale, freckled skin, and red, red curls… some things never change.
He asks her his questions, and she blushes brightly, and wrinkles her nose at him. She hides her expression behind her hair, pulling her knees up to her chest, bracing her feet against the seat, and holds up her thumb and finger together. “Bittle lit.”
[Derek Anderson] He had laughed at her reaction and answer, in amusement. He looked at her with a warm smile “A little bit is better than not at all.” He said, leaning forward, moving his mouth near her ear and whispered “Would it bother you to know I missed you, all of you?”
He let one big hand rest on her thigh a little as he speaks softly into her ear then slowly pulled back, watching her. He wasn’t teasing her when he said he missed her. He had. Izzy might be the one he spent many nights with lately, but that doesn’t mean he hadn’t been thinking about a certain redhead regularly. There was also a curvy ragabhas in his thoughts once in a while but that was another story.
He picked his bottle of beer, drinking from it, eyes still on her. He wondered if they’ll ever be in bed together again. If not it waso k, he’ll remember their time for many years. He wold much prefer repeat it again. Rory was a kind soul and deserved some good things happening to her.
[Rory] Her reaction is predictable – she blushes, a lot. She ducks her head and hides it behind her curls, her skin burning under his touch, as much from the pulse of the full moon hanging pregnant overhead as the memory of just what those hands had done to her last time…
She hugs her knees to her chest when he sits back again, and peeks at him through her curls, before she reaches to take her beer and a swallow or two from it.
Finally, she actually answers the question – though not verbally. She just shakes her head, slightly… it doesn’t bother her… in fact, the thought causes her to flush with delight all over again…
[Derek Anderson] He smiled, pleased by her answer, her reactions. She was shy as always but it seem she didn’t mind him, or the thought of what they done. He tilted his head slightly “I’m glad it doesn’t bother you. I missed hanging with you, just hanging, like right now, having a drink and all. I also found myself missing what we did the last time. From kissing your soft lips to all the rest. I know how you feel about all this, so I won’t push you. But, if you ever want someof it or all of it again, you know where my lips, or my lap are”
He wiggled his brows, grinning, drinking from his bottle, reaching to squeeze one of her hand gently and let her decide if and when they should do more than just sit beside each other, drinking and talking. He was in no hurry though, the music was good, the place was fairly quiet, the company was charming. He was having a good time.
[Rory] Her blush heightens, and when he reaches to squeeze her hand, she ducks her head, but also turns her hand in his, to return the squeeze lightly. She lets her touch linger, though it’s without thought, almost innocent in the way she does so.
Her attention returns to the man on stage, and she sighs contentedly, “Ge’s hood. I like this one…” She doesn’t know the name of it, but the chords are interesting, complex and seem almost impossible for human hands to achieve. The tune soft and haunting… it gets into the senses, it draws the audience in, it entices them…
Entices her…
She finds herself leaning closer to Derek, until she’s nestled against his side.
[Derek Anderson] HHe was watching the man on stage, after his fingers at stayed with hers longer than just a causal touch. “He’s actually pretty good, you right” He tells her, looking at her with a smile. She leaned closer, ending up nestled against him. He passed his arm around her, holding her loosely against him. He kissed the top of her head very softly, letting his nose roam in her hair.
“Are you having a nice evening?”He ask, before watching the musician again. He seemed quite comfortable with this warm, shy woman full of rage leaning against him. The hand of the arm around her caressed her arm very gently, softly as the music played. They looked like any other couple in the place.
[Rory] The fact is – they did, indeed, look like any other couple in the place. around them, curls are cuddling up to their men, and they are reacting much the same way Derek has with Rory – and through it all, the musician plays on… he doesn’t speak between songs any longer, he simply plays. He sings sometimes, but mostly it is just the music… the lilting highs of a spring time love, to the haunting lows of a lover lost and all emotions in between, woven to cast a spell across the listeners, to keep them enthralled…
She smiles softly up at Derek, and nods as she uncurls one leg to slide it over his, followed by the other, so that she isn’t exactly sitting in his lap, but pretty close to it… a soft sigh, as her eyes remain on the musician, a soft gasp as he hits a particular chord, followed by a little tremble, before she melts against her companion for the evening again…
…a companion who would recognize that reaction – its one he had garnered from the young metis with his fingertips not so very long ago….
[Derek Anderson]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Rory] [Something is definitely not right. Something is off – and he knows her reactions enough to realize she’s not only turned on, but on her way to orgasm, simply curled up beside him. Other women in the establisment seem to be reacting the same way. All of them watch the musician.
The men – they aren’t reacting as quickly, not as a whole, though there is a gay couple off to the side that are making out, practically fucking in their darkened booth, uncaring what anyone else thinks. A big burly trucker looking dude yells at them to get a room, but is subsequently distracted when the buxom waitress drops into his lap, and shudders with a delighted sigh…
and through it all, the guitarist plays on….]
to Derek Anderson
[Derek Anderson] The music was good, pretty damn good and it seemed to affect Rory intensely. The shy Fianna was moving her legs over his lap, not that he was complaining, for one hand moved to rest on her thigh. He caressed it gently, looking at her, notcing her gasp, her reactions, the way she melts against him.
Something wasn’t right. The musician seemed to have given her sensations that he himself had nights ago, but with fingers, tongue, lips and more. He knew that music could put you in certain moods, but that was..more than unusual. He noticed the reactions from those around him and he frowned.
He looked at Rory “Something’s not right here. I might need you to back me up. They way you’re feeling right now..is not supposed to be brought by music, trust me. We can make you feel this way later, I’d lvoe to. Right now, this guy is more than he appears.”
He kisses her forehead and slowly moves away from her, getting up and heading toward the stage. He reached in his pocket for his badge and in his back to place his hand on his gun. He stops at the stage, looking at the man “All right buddy, your set if over for the moment, come with me” He say, serious, showing his badge.
[Rory] She blinks, as Derek pulls away from her, a soft sound of protest in the back of her throat. But she doesn’t stop him – even if it feels like rejection, even if the sudden turn in the music is to something darker, something… wicked… She closes her eyes tight, and puts her hands over her ears, and squinches up her face, hunching her shoulders as she tries to figure out what he hears, what he…
there’s a crash, and her head snaps up, as a table goes crashing to the floor under the weight of the couple on top of it. They don’t stop. Others don’t either. All around there are sounds of moans, and cries of delight turning into growls deeper than desire, growls of need and want and hunger….
Derek stands and flashes his badge, and Rory follows a few steps behind, exerting her will to ignore what is going on around her, ignore the music. The guitarist just keeps playing, and this close Derek can see his fingertips are bleeding against the strings, as if he has played for days on end, as if he couldn’t stop now if he tried.
[gimme another perception roll]
[Derek Anderson]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
[Rory] [does she see anything?]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Rory] Rory sees shadows across the stage, and steps fully up to stand protectively near Derek – Derek sees the shadows are two in number, one large and menacing, standing tall – the other is moving his fingers, playing a mean air guitar, that mimics the musician’s movements perfectly.
Too perfectly.
[Derek Anderson] He saw the bloodied fingers and reealized that the man wasn’t doing this on his own accord, at least not anymore. He looked around, trying to find someone, or something that would push hte man to play until his fingers were hurt that way.
His eyes caught the shadows and despite the fact Rory is moving to protect him, he lounge on the stage, watching the shadow, with the intention of tackling the musician and breaking the guitar under the impact. He probably couldn’t do anything to the shadows, but destroying the medium they’re using to influence others..that he could do.
[Derek Anderson]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 4, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 5) [WP]
[Rory] Derek makes a quick decision, proving that he gained detective not by luck, but by the fact he thinks quick on his feet, reacts just as quickly, and makes the rapid connections needed in order to access a situation correctly, and do something about it.
He flies at the guitarist, who is knocked backwards off the stool, the guitar crushed between the men as they land on the stage with a crash. The musicians fingers break, the strings cut into them, and he sags as a piece of the broken guitar slices into his abdomen. He doesn’t scream though – he does something else entirely….
He whispers.
“Thank you.”
And he dies.
Rory’s gaze has snapped to the men who are shadows, and she lunges toward the air guitarist, his influence fading since he no longer has his instrument. She waits, barely, until she is behind the curtain on the other side, and snap shifts to Hispo, her teeth sinking into the Air Guitarist with a savage twist… even as he grows and twists and screams…
He doesn’t die.
And the other shadow forms into a massive man, in- of all things, a priest’s robe- who crosses the stage toward Derek. “You wanna lay real still, son…”
[Derek Anderson] His actions worked, he broke the spell but..the man died, a piece of the guitar stuck inside him. That wasn’t supposed to happen, he was supposed to save the poor man. Though the man shouldn’t have died so easilly from the wound. Right? Before letting guilt take him and blame himself, he’ll have a quick chat with Dr Slaughter, she’ll be able to tell him what really happened.
The shadows form into a big man, telling him to lay still. He takes his gun out and aim it at the man “That’s not likely to happen” he said “Now back off, or get on your knees, I won’t tell you twice”
In fact, he owuldn’t have told the shadow once, but there were witnesses around. Shooting a priest looking man without warning could cause trouble. He’s focused and if the shadow move again, he shoots, simple as that.
[Rory] There’s a scream of terror from the wings of the stage, and a roar of pure rage as Rory fights with the puppeteer…
The Priest….
….moves. He reaches into his robes, and…
[Derek Anderson]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 5, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) [WP] Re-rolls: 1
[Derek Anderson]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)
[Rory] [I AM A PRIEST. MERE BULLETS DO NOT SWAY ME!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 3, 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Rory] The bullet strikes true, hitting the Priest in the chest, a bloom of blood – thick and red and disturbingly… normal… darkening his robes in all too quickly…. he staggers, and pulls out his bible from within the depths of his robes, and opens it even as he staggers to his knees, as he falls in slow motion forward, the bookmark and well worn pages opening to a well worn passage, verses marked and highlighted…
You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy
The Priest – he is smiling, even as he pushes upwards, and pulls himself closer to Derek, his smile gruesome, his mouth stretched grotesquely… his teeth too sharp to be real, and too real to be safe….
“….re….pent….”
[Derek Anderson] Blood spray from the gunshot wound and it surprises him a little. He hadn’t expect the shadow to bleed that way. Still his resolve isn’t shaken. He knows what he saw, even if he didn’t know exactly what those things were. The priest falls down but doesn’t stop, crawling toward him, with mouth too full of teeth, making him think of a shark in human form.
It wants him to repent…this would probably mean to stay away from Izzy, that owman was a sinner. That made him grin slightly “See you in hell instead” He pulled the trigger once more.
[Derek Anderson]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 6, 6, 6, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]
[Derek Anderson]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Rory] There is a sudden silence when the priest dies. He falls forward, felled by the well placed bullet of Detective Anderson. In the wings of the stage, the puppeteer is mostly decapitated and destroyed by a certain Dire Wolf who’s fur is as red as those curls Derek loves so much.
and in the sudden silence of a spell being broken, there are gasps, of shock, of horror, as those in the audience realize just what they’d been doing, unable to put together just why, pulling away from their partners… some with embarrased laughter, some repulsed, all straightening clothing and searching around to try and figure out exactly what happened here…
and why there are two dead men and a man holding a gun on the stage.
Someone screams – and there’s a sudden mass panic and rush to the door…
[Derek Anderson] The priest falls down, his bullet having finished the job of the first one. He lganced at Rory who had things under control. He grinned, enjoying the sight if her form. Garou were truly fascinating in all their forms. His attention was brought back to the crowd, who was coming out of the influence and reacting liek any mob did in face of violence. They ran, screaming to the door.
YThis wouldn’t do.
Rasing his badge for everyone to see, he spoke loudly in the microphone the musician had been using, his voice deep, commanding “Chicago PD, everyone calm down and go back to your seat. It’s over and we need you for questioning. Refusing to cooperate will force me to track you down and assume you’re involved in all this. Things will be all over quickly if you do what I say”
He hoped people would listen to him, so no one gets injured in the stampeede. If they do, he will call Imogen to see how she wants the body taken to her, and who should do it. Then he will simply go through the crowd with a bogus story or people spiking drinks in bars, causing people ot act without inhibitions..that those resposible have been dealt with..they were safe..all they need to hear to believe this was all ok.
[Rory] He tries to get their attention, and lifts his badge, and at first it does no good. People in a panic are rarely reasonable – but the do understand one thing.
The sound of a shot gun, over their heads. All eyes swing toward the bartender, who’s holding a double barreled shot gun in his hands as he roars. “YOU HEARD THE COP. NOW SIT DOWN.”
And they sit. Most of them just wanting someone to tell them what to do, what happened, what’s going on…. The bartender nods to the bouncer at the door, then makes his way toward the stage, hopping up next to Derek. “That’ll hold them for a few minutes.”
He looks toward the shadows, and to the blood covered redhead girl and the body decimated at her feet, and back to Derek. “I can only hope you guys are the good guys, down by the Lake. I’m Jenny’s cousin. From the Brotherhood. Go make your rounds – figure a story I’ll back it, and help ya lass there get the bodies out the back.”
[Derek Anderson] He nodded to the man with a smile, offering his hand “I’m Detective Anderson. And thank you for your help. We’re the good guys here, you can trust us. Give Jenny a call, she might have heard of me, or have her ask Lukas, he definatly know who I am”
Then he went through the crowd, taking statements, offering peopel a cover story, taking their information, saying they will be contacted if the cops need anything. Everyone was thanked ofr their cooperation. Since th man was a friend of the Nation, he did make it look like the club wasn’t the first one hit, that it was jsut the next on a list and he got lucky to be there at the right time. He didnt want the man to lose patrons after all.
Once it was all over, he checked with hte owner if he wanted to stay open for the rest of the night. He so, he welmcomed peopled to stay, offering them a drink paid by him. If not then he asked them to leave because a forensic team was on it’s way.
Then he made his way to Rory with a wide grin “Do you know how sexy you look right now?” He had to tease her a little..but in fact, she did look sexy, all covered in blood. He wasn’t the type of guy who liked doll looking women.
[Rory] As Derek makes the rounds, soothes the people with drink and story, makes it all seem to be much less than it was, a bad batch of wine, perhaps, or whatever they all come up with on the fly. He’s a police officer, a Detective, one of the Good Guys… and they, still malleable a bit under the remnants of the spell, react accordingly, and believe him.
Meanwhile, Jenny’s cousin – and thus one of Rory’s charges by proxy – helps her get the bodies out to the back, where she studies them, and dismembers them, bagging them up in thick plastic bags for later burning. When Derek returns, she smells of blood and gore, and is covered from head to toe, her mouth framed in blood, and she’s picking a bit of gristle from her teeth.
she says she’s sexy, and she blushes and shakes her head. “Am gross…” but she smiles a little, even as she nods to the Kin. “They have a spurning bot, they’ll finish clean up.”
She doesn’t seem to be injured, at least not that he can see, with no lasting effects from being under the spell herself.
[Derek Anderson] People are soothed, situation is handled…case closed. He move closer to her, passing his arm around her waist, not caring if blood stains his clothes and he lean to whisper to her. “I want you to come to my place, take a shower and I’ll show you how sexy i think you are.”
He kiss an unsoiled spot on her cheek. He might think she’s hot all covered in blood and gore, but he wasn’t sick either. He had no intention of having hte creature’s blood on his lips or kiss Rory while her mouth might still have pieces stuck between her teeth. He would buy her a toothbrush then wash her completly in the shower before doing much much more to her afterwards though.
She seemed to be ok herself, and Jenny’s cousin seem to be able to handle everything from there on. He thanked the man and promised to come back for a quiter evening next time. He look at the lovely metis “Ready to go?”
[Rory] She blushes clean to her toes, and leans into him briefly, before she nods and agrees that she’ll come to his place, to clean up at the least… twice if he has his way with her…
Which she is not going to disagree with either. She waves shyly to the kinsmen, and tucks herself under Derek’s arm, and lets him lead her away…