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 Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 2:24 pm
Daegonna nodded in understanding.
The way she saw it, she owed Corbin a favour, and she would repay it. She had a curious obsession with balance, with keeping quite precisely to one's word (though words could be interpreted all kinds of different ways) and with repaying favours as quickly and efficiently as possible.
"We can discuss them right now, if you like." Daegonna said with a slight shrug. It wasn't like she was going anywhere. "I don't know much about them, honestly, but I have a fairly good idea of why they captured and imprisoned me."
Daegonna didn't seem particularly unsettled by the way her host moved or looked. She also didn't prod at her aura or mind. She knew when she was outclassed, and as a general rule, didn't push it.
She bit her lower lip momentarily, then decided again to air on the side of caution, and be honest and open.
"I can give you my word that I won't deliberately cast any necromantic spells - but I ought to mention that they sometimes sort of...happen on their own, when I'm scared or stressed." It wasn't a threat at all, just an explanation that dead things that tried too hard to frighten her often had things explode in their faces - or sometimes their faces exploded.
"I smell him. Dagoth. Fiery redhead, horns, terribly explosive temper, drinker, smoker, stubborn, loyal, moonlights as a pirate, or maybe a sellsword. We were...separated, years ago." Daegonna's voice was quiet, but firm. She knew Dagoth was here, or had been, and she would not be deterred.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 2:31 pm
"Oh HIM."
Understanding dawned with the name, and she nodded along as Daegonna described the very man she's had under her roof for a couple of months now. Of course, he was a damn sight more controlled now than he had been, but he was still a work in progress.
"He's out murdering people for me. I use the term people in loosest possible sense, of course. Providing he doesn't blow himself up, he should be back before dawn.
I assume he is the reason you were doing whatever it was that upset the SOL in the first place? Tell me the story. The more I know, the happier I'll be."
The door opened as she finished speaking, unlocked by Jan as he admitted himself, passing a tall goblet of vitae to Roan, and laying out fresh bandages for Dae should she desire them. Roan took only the barest break to introduce the two properly, more interested in hearing how Dae got mixed up with the Society.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 2:46 pm
Daegonna nodded in understanding, utterly unconcerned and unsurprised at the explanation of where her brother was. He'd started more than a few fights and more than a few fires, when he'd been a part of her life, so she wasn't particularly shocked he'd continued in that vein.
She nodded a polite hello to Jan, thanked him, and made a mental note to add him to her list of people to repay in the near future.
"I thought my brother was dead, actually." Daegonna said, unwrapping her bandages as she spoke. She tended to the burns with the smooth actions of experience and remarkably little reaction to the pain.
"I only recently found out that I had been lied to by my dear old tutor. Old Nic likes to take on young talent, you see, by which of course I mean he kidnaps children who he feels that cold spark in. Often brainwashes them. I still go a bit funny upstairs, sometimes." Daegonna pointed at her temple, and twirled her finger around in a little spiral. She obviously wasn't kidding. "But he and I had a rather heated conversation not too long ago, shortly before he fled the school, in which he revealed he might have lied about my whole family dying in a fire I'd started. So I followed Nicodaemus here. I lost his trail, and stopped by the graveyard to visit my old friend Paulie."
The girl paused, and pulled the little vessel out of her belt pouch, and held it up.
"Paulie being a member of the Church, and a dead one at that, the locals apparently didn't take too kindly to me digging him up to retrieve this." She shrugged, hands spread in a gesture as if to say 'Christians - y'know?'
Then she continued "See, Paulie was a funny guy. Came from Haiti, lived in N'awlins for awhile. He's what they called a bokor, a two-headed man. Il servis avec deux mains. Talked to snakes and spooks. But Catholic nonetheless, cuz most Voodoo men are. The Church obviously had no idea what he was, what he did, or what this is, though, or they'd have destroyed the body and the jar."
She grinned, gleeful and toothy.
"The guys who grabbed me probably didn't know what I am either, or they'd have taken better measures." She added thoughtfully.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 2:53 pm
"The guys who grabbed you only had one experienced member with them. They're only just getting started here, and there WILL be more of them. More, and better experienced and equipped."
She skipped over commenting on the family drama Daegonna spoke of - in her experience lately, it seemed many who ended up on Gaia had similar issues, and her own home life had been no picnic. Whatever demons were involved in Dae's story, she immediately decided to let her talk them out with Dagoth BEFORE anyone else.
"I have no idea what that is, let alone humans poking at the supernatural. Care to elaborate? Also, did the one they call Gabriel come to talk to you while you were there?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 2:58 pm
Daegonna nodded in understanding.
"I suspected as much, honestly. There are better ways to capture witches than bashing their heads against rocks." She said, rubbing gingerly at her bruised skull.
"It's a govi jar. His soul was put in here, probably by the House he worked with. Don't know them though, and I probably won't be able to find them. But this means I can talk to him." She explained, then set the jar aside. "Having found out that Dagoth is here, however, might make all that somewhat useless now."
She frowned. "No. But I could sense him. Felt like a sunspot on my mind. Burned a bit, even from the other side of the building." She glanced up at the little green energy dragon, who had been her original escape plan. "I never had any intention of meeting this Gabriel guy face to face."
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 3:09 pm
"A shame, form an information point of view. But good for you. Well, that about wraps up what I wanted to know. You'll excuse me of course if I don't quiet take everything you've said at face value until Dagoth returns to verify it? I would rather you remained here until he has done so.
So. Whats with the dragon?"
The thing about the British was a general unflappability even in the face of the really bizarre and unbelievable. Sipping potent vitae, sat on the end of a bed, Roan merely raised an eyebrow towards the critter as she enquired, despite its nigh on unbelievable existence. And the fact it didn't seem quite... all there... to her senses. Or at least it felt a different shape to what her eyes showed her. That, or she was just REALLY bloody tired, which was also true.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 3:26 pm
Daegonna nodded in understanding. Even if she hadn't understood, she wouldn't have argued. She didn't have a whole lot of options, as far as where she could go right now.
At the question about the dragon, she smiled.
"It's a spirit I found in a book. Goes by Inariel. She wanted out of the book, and I'd already done a couple of bespelled tattoo projects. Inariel probably comes from another dimension, but she won't tell me. Will you?"
"Of course not, witchling." The dragon said archly "I can't tell you all my secrets, now can I?"
Daegonna laughed. "Of course not. But she and I have an arrangement. She leases my skin, instead of existing in a book in a box in the bottom of a tomb, and she gives me help from time to time."
"Only from time to time?" Asked the creature, annoyed.
"Okay - fairly often. We're gonna have to revisit the project soon, and find a more workable arrangement." Daegonna amended.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 3:31 pm
"Fair enough. Inariel, I will require you to remain in this room also until Dagoth returns home. Please don't look for loopholes or abuse my hospitality, I'd hate to have to unleash a dragon sized bug zapper. I trust you will be comfortable until then, and welcome you both to rest up. I'm sure your ordeal was harrowing enough to warrant such."
Standing up, she cracked her neck side to side with a snap, then headed back towards the window. She had much to do, and had the answered she required for now from Daegonna.
"Sleep well."
She took one final step towards the wicker chair, and the shadows around it... and she was simply gone. No flicker, no disturbance of the curtains, just... gone. Jan cleared up any unneeded items, excused himself, and locked the door as he left.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 4:14 pm
The dragon blinked once, then nodded in acquiescence. She slithered back onto Daegonna's shoulder, and sank into the flesh, becoming a tattoo once more.
The girl nodded to her host, and watched with interest as she vanished again.
She thanked Jan, and sat down on the edge of the bed again. Roan was right. She was exhausted and in pain. She lay back down, her pipe and the govi jar close at hand, and in a moment, fell into a fitful sleep.
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 7:27 pm
"a** on a stick..."
Groaning and cursing all at once fluently as was the Irish advantage Corbin pulled himself to the edge of his bed and sat up, joints snapping and popping like an Ent with arthritis.
Rubbing his eye with the base of his palm he let a yawn stretch and contort his face before a shiver ran down his spine and through his limbs. He curled his toes against the carpet under his feet and pondered standing though for the time being thought he'd give it a ********' sleep..."
He hated it, he never wanted it unless he was exhausted such as he had been after the last mission, and often avoided it going weeks on end without it.
Scratching his bare belly as he reached for the pack of smokes by the bed he simply sat for the time being in his shamrock boxers, smoking as he rolled the joints and gave himself a chance to wake up.
No voices in his head yet, always a good start to the day, and with his first cigarette of the day down he finally stood and made his way to the closet to consider his suiting up for the next mission as assigned by Ice.
Black fitted vest with hood, the same old pair of black jeans and his new favourite pair of boots. He then started looping on his belts and threw on his shoulder holster. Jan was still keeping his weapons, which would mean finding the butler before he left. Odds were Ron would have some choice words for him before he left anyway, even if it was rubbing the fact in that he was acting Ice's own little flying ********' monkey.
Falling to sit back down on the bed with a new smoke lit he plucked the lit dart from his lips with his tail and held it at standby as he examined his gloves. The black material had been soaked in blood just enough for there to be some DNA in them but not enough that it dried and flaked. Just enough to work a little something with if he had to.
Finally satisfied with that he grabbed the two small flick knives he'd adopted during the last mission and slid them into his back pockets on the way out the door.
He'd then march down the hall, contemplating knocking on the Witch's door if he could find it, but quickly couldn't give enough of a s**t, Roan was presumably handling that. He'd instead carry on down into the main hall.
"Hey Jan! You 'bout?"
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 5:23 am
As Corbin reached the end of the hall and top of the balcony and stairs looking over the main reception area, he'd hear his reply from Jan.
"Down here sir, if you wouldn't mind coming down? My apologies for not coming to you, young master."
The reason Jan had not come instantly was apparent as Corbin came down - the butler was holding several different reams of cable, and a laptop for a trio of black clad men crawling about outside the training room, with the wall all pulled down, to reveal an infrastructure of gadgets and electronics that'd make any computer scientist blush.
Apparently, that upgrade to the training room was well under way.
"What may I assist you with, sir?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 11:18 am
Dagoth had given Jan another thankful nod and taken a moment to lean against the land rover. He looked over his body checking for any new scars or massive holes that the explosive fight had left on him. After a few minutes Dagoth was satisfied that the wounds he had received were healing well and wouldn't scar, the long scabs showing a bright red against his increasingly paler skin. Taking a stroll through into the mansion the pirate was brought to a halt half way up the stairs. A new smell had entered the mansion it was very light in the air, slightly feminine but more freshly dead than the Cainites that lived here. It didn't matter to him too much, he was sure Roan or Cook would tell him in due course. Pulling his exhausted frame up to the third floor, Dagoth moved to the largest of the rooms and gave two quick snap knocks on the door.
"Post man, sign for your parcel."
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 11:24 am
"Come."
Recognising the voice, Roan called Dagoth to come in without hesitation. She was currently laying on her back under her desk, sliding a wire up through a hole to plug her laptop back in. As there was packaging on the floor and instruction booklets in disarray on the bed, it was likely this was a new piece of kit.
Wiggling out on her butt, she sat down in her chair and glanced Dagoth over, raising an eyebrow.
"I see you had fun, then. Report, please."
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 11:44 am
Dagoth entered quickly picking an eyebrow up at Roan working under her desk, he almost wolf whistled at her rising but thought better it wouldn't have ended well for him. Dagoth moved over towards the desk flopping to one of the seats unable to stop the groan escaping his lips. His legs felt like they were being shocked each second he sat, looking at Roan he couldn't help but grin like a massive goon.
"The assault went well, heavy enemy casualties along with a lead cainite. No idea what clan or anything it seemed to go well batshit crazy. Lots of fire and screaming tends to do that I guess. Oh and there was a ******** load of drugs again. That I cannot explain, why would cainites need to sell drugs."
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 12:11 pm
"Oh I can explain that... that's easy."
Settling back in her chair, Roan brushed her hair out of her eyes and steepled her fingers.
"Drugs pep the populace up, or dumb it down. They control the weak minded masses, and the criminal element. If you are going to subvert and cause chaos among established regimes, having the masses on your side is a benefit. Cut the cocaine with speed, and send wailing masses against cops in riots, or dumb them down with extra potent weed so they ignore the signs of new gangs moving into their nice, quiet neighbourhood.
And when you're done, bite them, drain them, drink them dry and get a second hand high off their blood in celebration. Like all things in the Cainite world.... its about control. And best of all, the public will pay you, in untraceable cash, to do it, letting you fund other projects to sow your seeds of destruction in other areas at the same time."
Shrugging, she leant forwards once again, smiling.
"That's why I never tried to stop the trade in Durem, just to have a handle on it so the addicts are at least getting something clean into their systems, and the dealers will tell me when things are awry.
Speaking of which... you never told me you have a sister."
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