Vincent Sequester's Story

Christopher frowned, but he pulled over a chair, pulled out a notebook and pencil, and sat down, looking Gabrielle in the eye. "My first question is who those vampires were, what faction they belonged to, and why they attacked this place. You can take your time, as I understand you are tired from a lot of combat."
The other cops sort of lounged around. More than a few eyed Akshasha warily, but did nothing. John sat by Gabrielle the whole time. He felt kind of guilty about letting her get hurt, and Akshasha kept giving him and the cop the evil eye. So he did what he could to comfort her by sitting there and making sure she didn't throw up her entire stomach.

Becca nodded at Christopher as she steadied herself then to Gabby. The damaged arm hung at her side torqued slightly with hard flotsam under her wrist of bones carried into place. Cartilage sealing shut once more as she winced. The bruises developing on her face painted away in small rows to pale skin again.

"Thanks but I'll be okay, Officer, life already went off the deep end weeks ago. I got all my tears out after heart two started to die. Third time's the charm.", Said the coder with eyes looking him over.

Hood pulled back it revealed hovering black strands quilted between strands of her own brown hair. The back of the neck exposed black sandy rivers knotting on and under the skin some intricate black Icovellavna serving as armor. There were a number of bruises in her skin as well but those stains in the pattern faded slowly away.

"Your organs have healed I can disbond myself soon," said a pair of faint yellow glows within her hair though not quite monotone was quite close.

"Water please," she said to the bartender then squinting patina-eyes as far as she could to one corner, "Is my everything going to hurt, Ducky?"

"Yes." Replied the Ductu flatly.

Becca rolled her eyes taking a drink of water, "Then you stay the heck in there."

"Arrest me?" The Drow scoffed incredulously, it had been centuries since she'd even considered traditional imprisonment. Being transported to a densely populated facility of inmates did have an appealing ring to it. Especially considering she was absolutely famished.

"My first question is who those vampires were, what faction they belonged to, and why they attacked this place."

The attack on the Bar had slowed them down enough, if they dallied for much longer they'd be back at square one. Not to mention the Scourge was quickly running out of free-time. In a calm whisper, the Drow turned back to Gabrielle, "In my line of work there is a thing called 'The Masquerade.' It's a fancy word we use to describe the charade we keep up to hide from the public eye, and downplay the existence of my organization. I'll get... punished, should we violate The Masquerade."

Akshasha snorted with indignation. "Are you serious? You're Terran PD and you don't know who the Sabbat are? No wonder they keep getting bolder. They're a terrorist organization. They attacked cause they're terrorists!" Rolling her eyes, she produced a bottle of Blud, uncorking it with her mouth and spitting the cork into the trash. The fire in her eyes died down a bit as she drank the elixir, Vitae returning and her hunger diminishing. It would have to do as a stop-gap for now.

"Here's the thing Lieutenant, Ms. LeBeau and I are kind of on a tight schedule. Every second we waste getting interrogated by the bureaucracy, our trail gets colder and colder. That being said, information about what transpired here is on a need-to-know basis. Tell your superiors it was a tiff between the Sabbat and the Powers that Be, they'll tell you what you NEED to know." Perhaps she was being a bit haughty, but it was the truth.

The Lieutenant frowned, but nodded. "Very well, I shall ask them. I'm surprised I haven't heard of this 'Sabbat' as you call it-"
A female police officer rushed into the room. "Lieutenant Richardson," she said quickly. "There's been another murder on the Main Street. Same cause of death, some sort of giant blade or cleaver."
"Damn!" Christopher swore, clapping a hand to his forehead. "I completely forgot about the murderer on the loose in this place. We'll have to track him down, soon after I-"
"Uhm, actually sir, someone's already done that," the woman said. "He's-"
"Nah, nah, dame, I can introduce myself. Save your breath," came a raspy voice from the front door. Christopher turned to see a man wearing some sort of strange mask that shifted it's facial patterns, a trenchcoat and a bowler hat. He approached the police officer. "My name is Rorschach. Freelance detective and private eye. I've got all sorts of dirt on this guy. I can tell you on the way out."
Christopher nodded his head thoughtfully. "Yes, that will help plenty, Mr. Rorschach. Very well." He turned to Gabrielle and the others. "If I need any more evidence after the briefing on the Sabbat, I'd like to be able to contact you, Miss... Akshasha, was it? You seem to be very knowledgeable in the area. Farewell." And with that, he, the police officers and the private eye all departed the bar.
All was still in Gambit's Bar for one long minute. Then John shifted around in his seat. "Well, what do we do now? Are we gonna try to hunt down the rest of those vampires out there?"

When she told Christopher to ask his questions, she didn’t realize that he would be asking her things that she had no idea about. Staring blankly towards him at his questions, she slowly rubbed her nose, her head still resting against the cool surface of the table. While the bartender was getting Becca some water, he brought a glass over to Gabrielle before moving back to his position behind the bar. She simply poked at it, scooting it towards the edge like cat. He cleared his throat and sort of grunted just as she shoved it over the edge and watched it crash to the ground. Her attention returned towards the cop as the ‘tender came to clean up the mess and she blinked, having absolutely no idea what the question was that he had asked moments before.

“Umm…” Gabby just shrugged a bit and grabbed the trashcan, throwing up yet again. Thankfully or perhaps not thankfully, Akshasha piped up and after whispering something directly to the mutant about fancy dances or something like that, the Drow went back to berating the officer about the Sabbat. Nothing made sense to the teenager and words were making her head hurt worse than it had been previously.

“Hurg… so much noise.” Grumbling, Gabrielle closed her eyes as another officer rushed in concerning another murder. Yeah… this place was just so great. Snorting, she upchucked again, her flesh growing pale in the process. While her injuries were being healed by Akshasha, she had lost a lot of blood and had also utilized a plethora of energy that had never been used by her before, at least not for a very long time. She was exhausted and didn’t even want to think about moving, but did want to find her stupid sister. Life was dumb sometimes.

“Bai.” Gabby waved when the police all left, leaving them alone at last. Her eyes slid open just a little at John’s question and she snorted with a slight eye roll. “Dumb Sabbat said… something like even if they all fall, the Sabbat will keep coming for me… and called me a Camarilla sympathizer. He droned on a lot… barely paid attention, but I think he also said that my business is as good as ruined, as if someone hadn’t tried that shit already. Something about the Sabbat and Camarilla will bother me and that a declaration of war has been … declared. Something like that…” Gabby groaned, struggling to sit up as the bartender brought over another glass of water, which she took and started to drink slowly.

Becca turned to Gabby though still breathing fairly hard herself, "We're in pretty bad shape. You gonna be okay?"

The yellow eyes had moved to the top of her hair as Ductu looked at Gabrielle from over Becca's head. While not unfeeling the eyes seemed partly unmoved at wasn't Becca. Concerned for Gabrielle only as Becca was in better shape now. Becca reached out gingerly to Gabby's forearm to comfort though Myrkul's open wellspring pulsed just behind her pale skin.

The police began to leave, investigating a murderer and the vigilante who had apprehended him. Faithy and Akshasha seemed happy to see them go. Akshasha did NOT, however seem happy to see the figure in a three piece suit who walked in as they left. "Ah, I see the our source is as reliable as ever." The figure said as he walked in, a man with sharp features and eyes that seemed to bore into you.

Akshasha's hackles began to raise, a visit from the Prince was never good news. Especially considering there had just been a massive Sabbat raid. The man made his way over to Akshasha, ignoring most of the people in the room entirely. "Ah, Akshasha my dear, word of your deeds travels fast. Remind me to give you a pay-raise in the near future. Glad to see you dealt with the situation accordingly." The man gestured slightly to the still-impaled three Sabbat thrown in a heap in the corner.

"Sure... What brings you out here Lacroix?" The Drow eyed her Prince warily, looking for any tell that might hint at what he was thinking. The man's face was as passive as if carved out of stone, betraying nothing. Lacroix glanced to Gabrielle.

"Ah, Ms. LeBeau, I've been meaning to come pay my respects to you and your family. My condolences for what happened to your sister. It's so hard to see bad things happen to good people. Tis why we should take cares with whom we associate." The Prince inclined his head slightly towards Akshasha, implying something dark. "However I did not take a step away from my busy schedule for pleasantries. Akshasha, dear, there is a pressing matter that requires your attention." Without waiting for an answer or addressing questions, he turned to leave.

"Tch..." Akshasha grit her teeth, annoyed, but unwilling to draw the ire of the entire Camarilla. "I'll be back tomorrow night Gabby." Retrieving her Rebar Kebob of Vampires, the Drow quickly hurried after the enigmatic 'Prince,' leaving the bar, and soon after the building.

As soon as John heard this guy (Akshasha called him "Lacroix") say "condolences for what happened to your sister", he grew cold. Renee. She was the nice woman who'd hired him. The sister of Gabby.
"Renee? What happened to her?!" John cried, but the man ignored him. Then, Akshasha got up and left with Lacroix. "Wait, where are you going?!" But she was already gone.
John just sat there, confused and worried.