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Bo Jones. Or maybe Dennis. ([personal profile] nookiepowered) wrote2013-07-20 11:01 am

The Ash's Compound, Light Fae Territory, Mumblemumble, Canada


The Ash's Vaults


Bo
The entrance to the vault was tall, intricately carved, and most importantly, heavy as all hell. Even a vampire and a juiced-up succubus would have trouble breaking through it with brute-force superstrength.

Luckily, there was a snoozing bruiser with vertical pupils and pointed ears just down the hall, dreaming what Bo had to assume were happy dreams, because juiced-up succubus -- and there was a cold metal key in her hand. So the only thing Bo needed brute strength for was pushing one door open once the tumblers had clicked.

Well, that and making a grab for Kenzi's collar.

Kenzi, who might not be able to talk anybody out of anything, but could, apparently, talk somebody out of anything. Example of A: Trick. Example of B: Some other Fae in the bar, presumably much more intoxicated, while Bo had been busy signing a guest-of-the-realm book with the names of the only family she knew: Sam and Mary Dennis.

Kenzi. Collar. Yeah. "Remember: we're looking for that amulet and only that amulet. Do not pass Go, do not collect everything sparkly that jumps into your hand. Even if it really does jump into your hand." Because Fae. And also because almost three years in Fandom now.

Kenzi
"Not even if it really goes with my eyes?" Kenzi asked, widening hers. Come ooon, she needed all the mojo she could get! "Or I plan on giving it back?" After holding it for ransom?

Bo
"Give it back before you steal it and save time," Bo replied with a snort, letting go of Kenzi and scanning the shelves around her.

"Seriously, if it doesn't look like this--" She held up a rough sketch of the Koushang drawn on a Dal Riata napkin, mostly for Mitchell and Toby's benefit since she and Kenzi had already seen the thing in person, if not in this reality. "--leave it alone. For all we know half the stuff in here can turn you into a troll if you look at it wrong."

Mitchell
And here Mitchell had been halfway to picking up some... big... horn... thing. "Right," he said, his fingers lingering half an inch from the object itself.

"I think some peering in boxes might have to happen."

He suddenly craved a cigarette.

Toby
Toby wasn't quite as sticky-fingered as Kenzi, but he still couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at Bo's admonition, hands dropping to his sides as he continued to look around.

"It's cool, Kenz," he said instead. "Maybe we'll have time to do a little round of guess-your-weight before we have to head back to Fandom." Which wasn't nearly as awesome as shiny Fae artifacts, but.

Bo
"As long as you don't do it in Fandom and you don't con any little old ladies out of their disability checks, go nuts," Bo said absently, lifting the lid of a box that looked to be carved out of...yuck. Out of the bones of whatever's small, misshapen, and opal-encrusted skull lay within. "Also, wash your hands after we get out of here because eww." She wiped her own palms on her jacket.

Kenzi
"Would Fae even draw disability?... Dude, that would be the most awesome scam, if you could claim your species as something you needed to get paid for, and it went on for a hundred or so years--"

Kenzi had been ducked down to see a creepy crepey book on one of the bottom shelves, in line of sight with the door. Which was why she saw it start to open before she even heard it, and grabbed for Toby, to yank him down and out of the way. A hissed "Guards!" was all she had time for, to Bo and Mitchell, before she was scrambling to hide behind the bookshelf.

Bo
"Shit." Bo tried ducking down another aisle, hoping it kept her out of the big, muscley and conscious-again guy's sight.

It would've worked too, if not for you meddling kids the guy in that aisle. Much less big, much less muscley, wearing a dapper suit and an even dapperer hat.

"...Hi?" A bright enough smile and maybe she could get close enough to succubust his chops.?

William Haley Francois Santiago
but you can call him Hale
"Hey there," the guy said, smiling cheerfully.

Then without saying anything else, he pursed his lips, and started to whistle. Not a Humphrey Bogart whistle. A Follow me to Hamelin Pied-Piper kind of whistle.

Kenzi
Oh shit oh shit oh-- Kenzi thought at Toby, We gotta jet! Now! Even though she really didn't want to leave Bo and Mitchell-- who were already on the floor, either passed out or just unable to move. So with one hand clapped over her ear, and the other one scrunched down into her shoulder, she scurried for a back door she'd seen earlier.

Toby apparently agreed. Time to leave this battlefield and regroup to get ammo or back-up or something for the next one.



Somewhere In The Ash's Halls...


Bo
"Will you take off the fucking hood already?" Bo was not having a good day.

When Bo was not having a good day, nobody was allowed to have a good day, dammit, and that definitely included the two guys (she assumed from their voices, because fucking hood, which someone had kindly gifted her with while she was out cold) who were manhandling her and Mitchell... somewhere. Details to be named later because fucking hood.

Since she'd also woken to find her hands bound behind her back, the best she could manage in terms of making their day worse was failing to shoulder herself out of their grasp but trying anyway, and bitching about it. "It's not like we don't know where we are."

Dyson (You can call him Dyson)
This was not shaping up to be the least aggravating day in Dyson's life. But he'd had worse.

"Calm down," he said, halting his steps.

Hale
Dyson was having an aggravating day? Welcome to Hale's.

"Where are we taking them?" Seriously, why did Dyson get the hot chick, and he got stuck with the guy who was trying to wrench his arm out of his socket struggling?

Dyson
Dyson's eyes darted towards Hale - like that look was supposed to tell him exactly everything.

Apparently it struck him a moment later that might not work after all. "The Ash," he said. It sounded grudging. Then again, it was Dyson, so it was hard to tell.

Bo
Maybe bitchy wasn't the way to go with this, then, given the flimsy excuse for a cover story they'd agreed on in the SUPPOSED to be unlikely event that someone stopped them. Bo sighed and stopped struggling.

"Why didn't you say so? That's why we're here, to pay our respects to the guy."

Dyson
"By sneaking around his vaults?" If skepticism were a solid thing, it'd be slamming down on you like a hundred-pound brick, Bo. "Right."

Mitchell
"We've never been here before," Mitchell said, struggling mightily to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. He looked towards Bo. "Should've gotten a map, or something."

Bo
Like the one drawn on another Dal Riata napkin and stuffed down Bo's cleavage, for instance.

"Whatever; the point is you can relax the deathgrips. Now that we know where we're going, we're not gonna give you any trouble." Bo hoped that was true, since while they probably could fight their way out of this, she'd prefer not to have even more of a price on her head in this town. "We're all about the cooperation up in here."


The Ash
Ten minutes later...

"I don't understand your obstinacy."

Bo
Allllll about the cooperation. Really.

To be fair? Bo wanted to cooperate with the gravelley-voiced guy on the -- seriously, was that supposed to be a throne?

But she couldn't give him answers she didn't have.

The Ash
"You claim you're here to pay respect, yet you're knowingly flouting every rule of our society." Given her bizarre companion, neither human nor any sort of Fae that Dyson could identify for him, the Ash was of the personal opinion that the girl was making up new rules to flout, just to give him a headache. "Just name your clan."

Bo
The headache was mutual, and Bo's try-to-be-nice was wearing thin. "For the last time, buddy, I don't have a clan. If you wanna search me for bagpipes, be my guest, but the best you're gonna get here is one Irish dude and a girl who didn't even know you people existed until a couple of years ago. I was raised by humans; I don't know any of your damn rules."

Hale
"I'm starting to think she's not fakin' it," Hale said quietly as he watched his partner do a better job of stifling his bagpipe-related amusement than Hale himself had.

Bo
"Faking it." Considering why they were really here, Bo probably ought to feel guilty instead of pissed, but some things just cut too damn close to the bone. "Yeah, that's exactly why I've been running from town to town, losing everybody I ever cared about and thinking I was a monster since I was eighteen years old. For shits and giggles."

The Ash
The Ash fixed her with a dark, piercing stare as he stood and walked over to loom down close to Bo's face. "Child. Do you truly not know what you are?"

Bo
"Besides handcuffed to a chair and surrounded by people who threw me away when I was a baby and never came for me when I needed help, but wanna get in my face and call me a liar when I finally find them?" Bo growled, trying to get back in his face but only succeeding in an abbreviated headbutt that would never connect.

Dyson
Dyson shoved the Ash aside almost as soon as he saw her move, getting right in her face. His pupils went a violent yellow, the rest of his eyes a dark black.

But she was probably paying more attention to the fangs and the growling.

Bo
Bo shrank back, not especially freaked out by the fangs in principle, but when they were snapping at her face...

"Geez, back off. I thought you guys saved that kind of thing for the full moon."

Lauren
A blonde in a lab coat burst into the room, apologies written all over her face. "I'm sorry. It's the Morrigan. She insists on seeing her."

Evony, but you can call her the Morrigan
Following her came a dark-haired woman of indeterminate age, a good portion of beauty, but far more of attitude.

"What am I, Maleficent? You couldn't send me an invitation?"


The Ash
"An invitation would have implied that I wanted to see you." The Ash's flat reply lacked any appreciation of her humor. "I have enough trespassers to deal with already."

The Morrigan
"I know, and I'm hurt." No, she sounded more like she was enjoying his discomfort a little too much. "Cut the shit. My people brought back news of some non-local unaligned fae bringing humans into the Dal Riata last night." The Morrigan showed her teeth, eyes on Bo. "It'd be nice to know if we have a new player in town."

Dyson
Dyson had pulled back; which was a good thing, because it freed him up to glare daggers at the Morrigan.

"We're handling it."

The Morrigan
"I don't speak to the help," the Morrigan whipped back, in direct contradiction to what she'd just done. Maybe it didn't count because she was still steadily watching Bo and Mitchell.

Bo
"Hey, if we're interrupting your dick measuring contest here," Bo called out, "We can totally come back another time. Call first, even."

The Morrigan
"Grab her first," the Morrigan ordered her minions.

Dyson
The minions barely had a chance to move. Dyson surged forward again, all wolf-faced, grabbing the first guy he saw and throwing him hard onto the ground.

The Ash
He hit painfully but rolled back to his feet, all too eager to mix it up with a warrior of the Light.

The Ash, on the other hand? About full up with this shit, thanks.

"Enough!" He raised his hand, but the growl, a hundred times softer than Dyson's, was enough to still any movement from anybody's underlings, including his own.

He pointed at the woman in the lab coat. "Lauren needs to examine her."

Lauren
"Please-- come with me?" Lauren made it a request, not an order, with a tentative smile that was hopefully a little reassuring. And a nod to Mitchell as well. "Both of you." That had to help, so the new Fae didn't feel alone?

Bo
Bo was going to reserve judgement on whether she liked the word examine, but she did like the first remotely friendly tones she'd heard since leaving Trick's place, so she nodded to Mitchell and pretended they had a choice about getting up and following the woman in white.

The Ash
"You and I," said the Ash to the less than happy Morrigan -- which made two of them -- "Need to talk."

He strode toward the exit that led to one of his several indoor gardens, not looking back to see if she followed or if Dyson was still glaring at anything that moved besides his partner. Foregone questions, the both of them.



A Sunlit Antechamber


The Ash
"That girl barely even knows she's Fae. She's almost as ignorant as any common human." The Ash watched his opposite number pace, keeping his cool. For now.

The Morrigan
"And so are you, if you buy her Little Miss Innocent act." The Morrigan examined some of the greenery around the room and cut him a disgusted look. "Oh, come on. I mean, listen to yourself. You're not seriously suggesting that she's been hidden from us-- for all intents and purposes-- since birth?"

The Ash
The Ash took a slow, deep breath, a calming technique that his sinus allergies, seriously, what the hell, how does a plant-based Fae end up with hayfever? dealing with Evony had given him far too much practice with.

"I'm suggesting that if we don't want her very existence to invite chaos and stupidity from malcontents in both our camps, we need to be united in how we deal with this."

The Morrigan
"Liiittle problem. I'm not much of a team player." Evony folded her arms, eyes glinting. "And I like chaos. But if word gets out we've had a free fae under our noses--"

The Ash
"We'll both be the laughingstock of the counties," he finished. "A commonality I assume you'd prefer to avoid as much as I."

The Morrigan
"I have trouble breathing the same air as you, of course I don't want to be in the same social category." The Morrigan have him a look full of distaste. "So why are we not killing the little bitch and moving on already?"

The Ash
Only years of practice prevented him from scanning the room for the nearest untapestried wall to bang his head into. "It would be wiser to wait."

Until they knew more about her; who she was and who -- at worst -- they might piss off by killing her. At best... until she became one of his assets and proved herself worth keeping alive.

The Morrigan
"Tell me..." Evony reached out for one of the flowers in a nearby vase, caressing the stalk as she spoke. "Was your neutering ceremonial?" She snapped the stem in half, and the blossom drooped sadly. "Or birth defect?"

The Ash
Burying her upside down in a compost-heap would be considered an act of war. Burying her upside down in a compost-heap would be considered an act of war. Burying her upside down in a compost-heap would be considered an act of war...

The only answer the Ash chose to dignify that with was a slight roll of the eyes, under already downcast lids.

The Morrigan
Failing to get a rise out of him - heh, rise - the Morrigan sighed and abandoned her visual aid. Then stepped on it for good measure. Why did the Light always elect such dolts as the Ash? Why?

Probably because it wasn't a fight to the death for them. Losers.

"Her freedom is dangerous to us both. She cannot be allowed to exist in between our sides." Would he get the point? Any time soon?


The Ash
The word duh was both beneath his dignity and about 200 years too modern for the Ash's tastes.

"Which is why we need to make her choose a side." Since his counterpart didn't seem likely to get his point any time soon, he supposed he'd have to spell it out directly. "The old way. The permanent way."

The way where, no matter what the outcome, all of their problems would be solved.


The Morrigan
"Ohhh." Evony smiled in delight. Who knew the Ash could actually be useful? "Well. That does put a new complexion on things."

And if the little outsider chose the Dark-- then there could be some fun.

"Your pet doctor should be done with her by now." She turned on her heel. "I'm going to talk to her before the festivities start. Don't throw her to the sharks until after I do."



Pet Doctor: Not Quite Done.


Doctor Lauren Lewis, but you can call her Lauren
Lauren's job as the Ash's physician-- not his personal physician, but his research-directed, Jill of all trades, general practitioner to the Light Fae-- did not usually involve examining perfectly healthy specimens of same. At least not this healthy. Or this perfect. Or this naked.

Pardon her, if she was a little distracted in observing Bo's spine and musculature. And skin. And, well. Everything.

The presence of the possibly Fae, possibly Not, gentleman leaning against the wall, watching them a little too attentively, was somewhat helpful in assisting her in keeping her professionalism in place.

Mitchell
"You know we don't have all day for you to sniff around," Mitchell said. His voice was cool - something that had very little to do with any amount of distraction on Lauren's end.

Bo
"She's sniffing me?" Bo twisted around to look back at the good doctor, which was... not really a hardship at all.

Lauren
"No!" Lauren objected, aghast. "I'm checking for marks. Um, brands or tattoos. Certain tribes of fae like to mark themselves-- so I can verify your assertion that you hadn't been raised within a clan. Which. It appears you weren't." She stepped back and cleared her throat, darting a look over at Mitchell. "Otherwise, you're a perfect specimen of a healthy succubus."

Mitchell
"I could've told you that."

Mitchell shot her a dry look that was just this end of dark.

"Does that mean we're finished? No syringes, no more tests?"

Bo
"If always waking up next to dead lovers -- no offense, Mitchell -- is supposed to be 'perfectly healthy' then I want a second opinion," Bo said, crossing her arms over her perfectly healthy ... tracts of land. "Even if it means more needles."

Lauren
Lauren was getting more flustered, not less, as this conversation went on. Not an unusual thing for her, but still.

"I have what will probably feel like some incredibly personal questions for you, Bo, and," she gave Mitchell a very wary look. "I've been asked to verify that Mr.-- that you are a vampire. The tests don't need to be invasive."

Notice how she wasn't rushing over there to yank up a lip to check for fangs.

Mitchell, whose first name is John, not that you can call him that because it would just sound weird
Mitchell tilted his head towards her. There was a certain eau d'are you shitting me about that look.

"If you try, I'll be happy to prove it."

His eyes shifted to an inky black for a moment. Then he blinked, and it was gone.

Bo
Yeah, no, maybe they could just not go to the place where Mitchell painted the laboratory walls with the hot lady doctor, understandable as that might be considering his experiences with... hot lady doctors.

"How about you check yes for that box and we get on with the personal questions?" Bo suggested. "Though honestly 'what's your favorite breakfast cereal' is on the personal side when you're answering it naked." She shook her hair back off her shoulders, not especially concerned about nudity because seriously, but it wouldn't hurt to keep the lady off her game. "Franken-berry, if you were wondering."

Lauren
"Oh," Lauren said inanely, having flinched back as Mitchell's eyes darkened, then getting distracted by Bo again. Flustered? Her? Ahahhha.

Right.

"Okay, well, I'll just... confirm that you're a succubus. That doesn't belong to a clan." She cleared her throat. "And that your friend appears to be-- slightly different from the previous vampires I've encountered, but, that's a matter of genus differentiation and only interesting to scientists, so..."

What had she been saying?

Bo
Things Bo already knew, though under other circumstances, she'd be more than happy to sit here naked and listen to them again anyway.

As it was, Bo would be reaching for her clothes now. "I know I'm a succubus; the one other succubus I ever met told me that much. What I don't know is anything else. I don't even know how to not be a homicidal succubus unless I stick to feeding off vampires and death gods and werewolves, oh my."

Lauren
"We can help you learn to control it, if you like," Lauren offered earnestly. "If you'd been born into a clan, you would've been taught how by now. You'd still have to feed, but you wouldn't always have to kill. You deserve a normal life, and we can offer that to you."

And that wasn't just Science or Attraction talking, either. "... death gods?"

Bo
"I have weird neighbors." Bo wasn't going to go into detail about Fandom with these people. Trick obviously knew about it, and Saskia had found her way there, but that didn't mean it'd be a great idea to blab about the place to everybody. Besides, that was hardly the most breath-catching part of this conversation.

"You can teach me how to feed from humans without killing them?" She knew it was possible thanks to Saskia, but the woman hadn't exactly offered lessons, just advised lots of practice. Which um... "What's the catch?"

Lauren
"The fae are divided... The light and the dark. I presume they'd want you to join one of them before they'd allow me
to offer you much help." Lauren looked regretful, and shot Mitchell an uneasy look as well, not sure if they'd make him part of the situation or not.

Bo
Dressed now, Bo glanced to Mitchell as well, but hers was an entirely different look. One that said Roll with me here, and we might just have a way out.

She reached for the doctor's hands. "I can offer you things..."

Like a shot of warmth and desire, skin to skin, on an already-flustered libido.

"If you came with us..."

Mitchell
Mitchell shook his head faintly, though it wasn't necessarily in disapproval. More of a 'god, Bo' situation.

"She usually makes good," he said, though he had a feeling his contribution wouldn't mean much.

Lauren
Lauren's attention wavered for a moment to Mitchell, giving him a lost look, and her voice sounded like it came from very far away when she slowly re-focused on Bo. "I know what you're doing...."

Bo
This wasn't a fair question to ask when she was influencing the answer, but Bo asked anyway. "Do you want me to stop?"

Not that she would, but it might let her know how likely she was to get the lady's phone number instead of a boot to the face, once they were out of there and Bo could let her go.

Lauren
Lauren smiled a little ruefully as well as goofily. "No... I understand...." She was already turning toward the door, looking kind of drunk.

Bo
"Note to self: meet more of whatever kind of Fae you are." Assuming all of her species came in hot, smart, and ridiculously cooperative.

Lauren
"I'm a scientist," Lauren corrected her, happily leading Bo and Mitchell to the door. "Which... is not a kind of fae. I could be both. But I'm not. I'm human." She leaned forward confidingly toward them and lowered her voice. "I'm in it for the Science." You could hear the capitals on that.

Bo
Though this bright, clean lab was nothing like the place they'd freed George and Nina from, the callback was still unfortunate enough to make Bo wince slightly. "At least you're not doing it for God," she muttered as they moved through the doorway and into the hall. Also, not trying to kill them -- so far -- was a nice step up.

Dyson
A man-shaped wolf swung around the corner suddenly and came straight at them. He was there within moments.

"You didn't think it was gonna be that easy, did you?" Dyson asked.

Bo
Bo weighed the odds of success at looking innocent here, especially given Lauren's dopey smile. Yeah, no, so she shrugged. "Sorry," she said more to the doctor than the Fae. "Can't blame a girl for trying, right?"

Lauren
"No. Good. No." Flustered, Lauren turned red, now that the Bo Effect was wearing off -- well. The additional Bo Effect. She nodded her head, putting her hands in her pockets. "It was, uh, very informative." Wow, was it ever. She took a breath and asked Dyson, "Where are you taking them?"

Dyson
"The glass factory." Dyson had never met a piece of information he couldn't deliver in its most stripped-down version ever. "Time to move."

Lauren
Lauren stopped moving, which held up the 'transporting prisoners' effect there for a moment. "Why?" she asked, sounding deeply suspicious. She liked Bo, utterly aside from whatever succubus effect she'd practiced on Lauren.

Dyson
"It's neutral territory," Dyson said simply. "They're gonna give her the test."

It wasn't about who did or did not like Bo, Lauren. Glare-y vampire person in the back, too.

Lauren
Lauren stopped moving, which held up the 'transporting prisoners' effect there for a moment. "Without training?" Lauren's voice went up in dismay. "That's madness!" There was no way Bo would survive that! They might as well just execute her!

Dyson
Dyson shot her a glance. Her input wasn't appreciated in this case. "It's not our call."

Bo
"Great, so glad that makes four of us," said Bo, hands already chafing just at the sight of the cuffs he was carrying. She sighed. "Lead on, McGruff."



An Alley Outside The Light-Fae Compound


Kenzi
"Why don't we have a car?" Kenzi whisper-shrieked, throwing up her hands. "...why don't I see a car we can steal?" Damn!

Toby
"Because getting busted for vehicle theft would be the exact opposite of helpful," Toby pointed out.

Kenzi
"This is why I don't come back to Canada! Legal identities mean legal arrests!" Kenzi froze a moment as she saw a door open. Ducking down and yanking Toby with her, she peered around a corner, watching Mitchell and Bo get man-and-fae-handled into a sinister black van. "Oh crap."

Toby
"Wh- yargh!" Toby yelped as he was pulled down, his own head popping out next to Kenzi's a moment later, just in time to watch the van disappear. "Tell me you at least got the plate?" he asked hopefully.

Kenzi
"I... yes." Kenzi started repeating the plate number over and over, then her eyes widened as she fumbled for her phone. "And and and I have an option other than the cops, too!"

Toby
"Of course you do," and despite the seriousness of the situation, Toby's lips quirked up in a smile.

Kenzi
Kenzi beamed back at him, then concentrated as the phone was answered. "Dima? Yeah, it's Kenzi... Yes, I'm back, but just a quick visit. Listen, I need a solid, here. I've got a plate number--" She repeated it to him, then frowned, and lapsed into Russian. "//What do you mean, what do you get out of it? You never called me in two years, and the first time we talk in ages and all you can say is it's going to cost me? You still never paid me for that last set of wallets! Bullshit! Yes, bullshit!//" She fell back into English and snapped, "Because I'm your cousin, and I'm in trouble, you dick... Yeah, I know your friggin' connections, okay. You ever want any more business? You think I can't call people too? Trace that plate for me." She frowned and added with a glare at the cell, "Or I'm telling your mom you're being mean!"

She clicked off the phone with a hard squeeze, like strangling the phone.

"Asshole." She blinked at Toby. "Heh. He'll call back with the location in a minute."




[Preplayed with the supercalifragilistic [livejournal.com profile] regretiz4suckas, [livejournal.com profile] godgavemecable, [livejournal.com profile] chose_humanity and [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch. NFB since off-island, but OOC=A-OK! More on the way, pre-apologies for the spam.]

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