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Ductu Myrkul

We wander in the minds of other things.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by lil_kreen

Description

Ductu is a rider that wanders along in the guise of other creatures. Myrkul dispatches them to understand things which are foreign and not human. She adds her intellect and thereby her goals to the creature and can speak in many languages producing the structures necessary to do so. While becoming a greater whole Ductu nonetheless holds the strings of the bonded creature's goals. While she has a distaste for bonding with sapient creatures she abjectly refuses to subvert the will of humans. She is likely to undo hostile psychic efforts against the host creature to effect escape. Weaving into the creature's body it becomes larger and more hardy and in the night or shadow one can see the faint crimson crown of Ductu's mental defenses above the creature's head.

Gender: Female
Race: Ascended hairworm
Age: Not applicable
Height (personified): 5'8"
Theme: Link
Description

Ductu can be somewhat androgynous when personified if going about her business alone but when engaged with other sapients she takes on much more feminine features. Her smooth face hints at some well designed symmetry hidden just underneath and defined enough for a warm smile. Her fingers shorten to lithe attractive hands if she needs to interact with substances. When interacting with physical objects her hands take on the smooth cool texture of silken gloves. The rest of her substance feels much like a silt caressing as it moves past. She takes on eyes sometimes which are silver with red irises.
Powers

  • Bond - When Ductu bonds with a creature they gain a supernatural hardiness. As she is woven into their muscles if they sustain any bleeding she can cauterize wounds very quickly. This is stupendously painful when done in large amounts so Ductu prefers to seal wounds with her own substance until the host can rebuild themselves. The host's skin is more robust as the networks of black motes are far more resilient than most flesh. If the host takes too much damage without having time to heal it may prove fatal for Ductu to leave as she may be triaging for a good amount of flesh that hasn't regenerated yet.
  • The Crown - Ductu's will produces the faint red crown above the creature's head seen largely at night as during the day it's too bright. The bonding is vulnerable to psychic attacks which weakens her but Ductu will not leave a bonded animal unless absolutely necessary. The bond allows her to repair hostile efforts against the host mind. While bonded with such a creature its will is very difficult to subvert by others without also breaking Ductu's own first. As long as she is there she is conscious enough to exploit the bond.
  • Personify - If she leaves a bonded animal and personifies Ductu will not easily be damaged holding a wispy solidity unless needing her hands to manipulate objects. Outside the weakness of the bond she will prove heavily resilient against psychic attacks but weak to fire. Touching Ductu's mind is damaging in of itself as it innately reacts with hostility to things attempting to actively bond with her benign or otherwise. She moves very quickly as her claws liquefy and consume what they puncture. Ductu prefers diplomacy for sapient creatures or bonding with everything else than damaging potential hosts however.


Current Host

Unknown female - Darknet handle "Neural Saint"

Ductu found this female with a sucking chest wound from persons she had no capability to identify. She would never take a human by force but neither could she allow a human to perish. So it was she bonded with the girl quickly fading from reality. Ductu reached out and anchored her from falling into the dark of nonexistence by replacing the destroyed flesh with herself. A mind still absent the girl's waking thread still recovers as Ductu's motes tend to the seared neural garden.

So begins...

Ductu Myrkul's Story

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester
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#, as written by Sepokku
As Gabby began to glow, the last Cainite's armor and spears began to flicker and fade away into nothingness, giving the Hairworm sudden leniency in her assault. His skin started to peel slightly, taking on slightly paler and paler hues of color the longer he stood in the light. The hairworm hybrid had left his last companion in torpor, and he was also beginning to immolate in the sudden sun-like glow.

Sand began to settle again, the sun gleaming in the sky, smiling down at a expansive beach overlooking the Solinus Sea. The Vampire spoke with a plain Eastern accent, perhaps trying to garner up poise in the last moments of its life, addressing Gabby as she lunged forward. "Typical Humans, you're all dust, you just refuse to acknowledge to dust ye'll be returned. It shan't end with us. Your home will be plagued by both the Sabbat and Camarilla now." In spite of falling apart in the mixed assault of natural and mutant-produced sunlight and a maddened hairworm, the Undead continued to drone on almost religiously, as he fell apart.

"Same with Myrkul and all Her followers. The Bar wasn't protected under thy rules, this' be a declaration of war." The thing's body crumbled into ash, partially buried in the falling sand and partially sent sailing into the Sea. It's voice seemed to echo even after it had been reduced to dust.

"The LeBeaus started this fight anyhow."

Waves of cerulean water lapped against the shore, blissfully unaware of the carnage that had just transpired. Flecks of blood dyed little red spots into the beach, spots that would be washed out by the incoming tide. The skirmish had ended as quickly as it had begun. In the distance, a gull cried out excitedly at having caught its next meal.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester
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Despite being focused on the shit-talking Sabbat, Gabrielle was also aware of where the others that had come with her happened to be at and what they were doing. For some reason, she was pretty good at multitasking, but terrible at making good choices. Figuring that it would all even out eventually, the teen didnā€™t worry too much about it, though lately it seemed that her choices were not just bad, they were dangerously close to being deadly. What was it about people or things wanting to get her and hurt her? Shaking off those thoughts as one of those that came with her shouted about her arm, Gabby briefly glanced over towards the Hairworm, noting that the other vampire was being pushed closer to her, which was fine and dandy as far as she was concerned. She heard Johnā€™s words and briefly worried if this was going to kill her, but she was already moving, and it wouldnā€™t matter now. It wasnā€™t like she could stop herself after all.

ā€œIā€™ll be fine, John!ā€ She shouted despite not believing her words at all. At least if she did die, she would go down with a fight and not like a little wimp like in the past.

As the Sabbat that she was frying started to threaten her, Gabrielle narrowed her eyes, watching as he started to fall apart. If the rest of the Sabbat and whoever the Camarilla wanted a fight, they would get it. She kept those thoughts to herself and held up her hand, the middle finger raised up in the air proudly. It was a typical teenage thing to do and she embodied that persona perfectly.

ā€œGo.Fuck.Yourself. We LeBeaus always get blamed for shit, but I guarantee you, we didnā€™t start it. Your kind will all fall if they fuck with my family anymore.ā€ She spat out her words, still flipping him off even as he crumbled to ash. Gabby didnā€™t care if he heard or not of if the Sabbat had a way to watch what had happened and they heard. She was incredibly tired of the bar being attacked and her family being attacked and she would go to war if necessary to keep Gambitā€™s a safe haven. Once it was over, she dropped down to her knees, her side and shoulder bleeding profusely. She was exhausted and had expended a lot more energy than she realized. The brightness around her body disappeared and she was left panting, hands pressed into the sand.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester
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She didn't have the energy to respond as the last Vampire started to fall apart with his kin. The battle done her knees made a crater in the rough sand as Ductu abandoned efforts of strength instead focusing on setting the broken arm. Ductu was spread thin and knew where all the bits went as shards of bone moved through Becca's flesh to rejoin.

Becca screamed while resisting the urge to touch an arm lurching back straight on its own, "AAAAAAGH! Fuck that hurts!"

Her legs refused to go down as she stumbled and landed facing the sky opposite Gabrielle straining out, "Hi, I'm... Becca. You gonna be okay? Ducky is busy holding me together right now but I'll be okay. Been on the street long enough to fight off gangbangers when I have to. Ducky's a lot better at it..."

A thought occurred to her and it was a lot easier to talk lying down side-eying nearby to look for the minotaur, "Do they think Myrkul's me? Aren't they going to get an awful shock if they step up to a clossuss wellhead! HA ha H-AGH FUCK! Ribs too. Right. Think I cracked a boob support. I think we need a carry, hornmuscles."

She tried not to move while looking up the Almanac again talking to keep away the pain, "Other bar lady is your sister, right? There's like 20 Jinhai following her around now. Hard to focus to find where. Meant to tell you. There's a lot of free servitors running around. Delivery's priority over idle tasks."

With Ducky holding her still now she couldn't move if she wanted to. All her muscles burned and ached from the punishment they'd taken. Her chest was busy being quietly cauterized given the scent of her own meat rising under seared vampire. It was odd but there was a strange ticking noise making some of the burn go away though a heck of a lot slower than she'd like.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester Character Portrait: Quintilian
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"Need help with that?" A voice accompanied by a boy with bright green hair, a navy blue cape and mage's robe, and darting orange eyes stepped forward. "I'm a mage." He said nervously.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester Character Portrait: Quintilian
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John rushed over to where Gabrielle lay in the sand. "Gabrielle?! You going to be okay?!" He shouted. He was very worried. John liked her, he didn't want her to die, and he especially didn't want to be torn limb from limb by the one dark elf person.
Suddenly, a small voice piped up; "Need help with that?" John turned and saw a young teenage boy in robes standing there. "I'm a mage," he added nervously.
"U-uhmm, sure!" John said. "What kind of mage?"

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester Character Portrait: Quintilian
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Gabrielle blinked as Becca landed on her back beside her in the sand. Finally introduced to the female, she smiled a little and couldnā€™t help but wonder who Ducky was, but figured it wasnā€™t really her business. Exhaling deeply, the teen ignored how heavy her body was and flashed a slightly brighter smile.

ā€œItā€™s nice to meet you, Becca. Iā€™ll be alrightā€¦ just exhausted. Thanks for jumping in and helping out, especially since this wasnā€™t your fight.ā€ She was about to say more, but was sidetracked by the sudden comment that Becca had cracked her boob support. Having never heard that before, she giggled a little before groaning, a hand sliding up to her bloody side. ā€œNaw, I think Myrkul is Akshasha, but Iā€™m not completely sure. Hell, I am really not sure of anything anymoreā€¦ except itā€™s not over for me.ā€ She hated that they were going to come after her again and just steadied herself a bit more. Eyes immediately widened at the mention of her sister and the 20 Jinhai following her. What in the hell was going on?!

ā€œWhat the hell are Jinhai and yeah, the other female that runs the bar is my older sister, Renee. Iā€™ve been looking for that idiot for a while now.ā€ Her fingers clenched in the sand, annoyed that bad things couldnā€™t leave the family alone. About to swear, she was sidetracked by a voice she didnā€™t recognize. Snapping her gaze towards the kid with bright green hair, she immediately regretted it as the world spun a moment.

ā€œI donā€™tā€¦ but umm, more importantly. How did you come to get here?ā€ She asked before realizing that was a stupid question. ā€œNever mindā€¦ dumb question.ā€ Her brain was growing sloshy, but she didnā€™t really want to be healed by a complete stranger, though she did like Akshasha heal her arm earlier. Was it her arm? Hell, she couldnā€™t even remember that anymore. She shifted her gaze towards John as he rushed over to where she was currently at. He was worried, but she wondered if he truly cared of it he was more concerned because the Drow threatened him.

ā€œIā€™m fine. But, we better head back soonish. Need to makes sure my bar isnā€™t shot to hell.ā€ Sure, she wasnā€™t fine, but LeBeauā€™s didnā€™t show their weakness in front of others. Or some crap like that.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester Character Portrait: Quintilian
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When Gabrielle mentioned having to go back to the bar Becca could feel Ducky moving her efforts around. As she tried to bend up a lead weight in her chest became a stabbing dagger as breathing became too haggard to scream in anything more than a frothy gurgle. Ducky and the chanting she could feel in that dark place in her mind's eye rose sharply. Hordes of minute creatures grab a shattered rib an unseen effort retracting it from a cut in her hoodie to move it back into place. Motes wreathed to re-assemble bits of calcium and bone. Her shallow breath abated as the punctured lung that just collapsed re-inflated with a noisy gust of air from a hole just under Becca's ribs.

Becca pushed down with one arm to flip to all fours, "Agh, Fuck! That hurt. No worries, uh, Gabrielle was it? I'm not tied down... hngh.... and don't like gang bangers. Tho the taste like black licorice is new. Wait... did I eat someone?"

Adrenaline not pumping the memory of chewing a vampire apart from the top down made becca's pale face paler. Like some morning after she'd eaten four tubs of ice cream from things that just made a laughable comparison to her last few months of life. Her hoodie was torn, and several visible meaty gashes in her chest, torso, and arms, stopped bleeding but didn't look the least bit good. Her forearm in a tangled dangle of ruined flesh had too stopped bleeding but the multiple compound fracture proved a complex problem for whatever kept her alive to solve.

Becca's Patina eyes look at the new young man, "I uh, Hi? My everything hurts and my arm is fucked up. Ducky's holding the pain reservoir shut because it'd otherwise there'd be thunderhell in my brain. You got anything for a busted arm?"

The raspy panting hobbled to Becca's side, "Jinhai's a servitor of Ducky's overbeing. That's Myrkul. The Almanac said they've been dolled like EMTs dropping off revived folks at Gambits. Bartender told them to stop putting advance payment on the bartop so from that point they've been stacking it somewhere else whenever they drop someone off for a room. I'd guess the stock got dangerous though so I guess Myrkul had them put a proper vault together. They're trying to deliver it."

She leaned in to whisper to keep it out of earshot of the others, "Tallied up some of it. You've got at least 40 million creds in cognizance crystals in a open wooden barrel behind a locked door somewhere in gambit's basement. They didn't stop dropping folks off."

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester Character Portrait: Quintilian
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  1. I'm out of Sabbat, so Akshasha is back at the bar waiting for Gabby whenever she's ready ^^

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"Um... okay? I guess we've got this all wrapped up now," John said. "Are we going back to the bar, or will we just stay here in... where the hell are we anyways? What is this place? Nevermind.

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester Character Portrait: Quintilian
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ā€œMmmā€¦ yeah, itā€™s Gabrielle, but you can call me Gabby and ermā€¦ Yes, I believe you ate someone or perhaps lots of somebodiesā€¦ not really sure. They were baddies though, if that helps?ā€ Gabrielleā€™s brow just arched a little as she shrugged, not exactly sure how it would effect someone eating a bad guy or hell, anyone in general. Her head was swimming and the only thing she wanted at that time was to be back in the bar where it was familiar. Becca looked horrible and Gabby wondered just what exactly she was composed of since it appeared her wounds were fixing themselves albeit slowly. ā€œYou ummā€¦ you donā€™t look so great.ā€ She managed, her stomach lurching just a little as the adrenaline finally wore off.

ā€œOkayā€¦ so why are twenty of them following Renee?ā€ Gabby questioned, taking note of the amount of creds down in the basement. That was something she would go hunting for once they were back in the bar and she could move without having the world spin violently around her. ā€œThanks for the knowledge thoughā€¦ Iā€™ll look into it.ā€ She was a little irked that things like this was going on without her knowledge, but she supposed that was what happened when one was kidnapped for quite some time.

ā€œUrgā€¦ā€ Turning away from Becca, Gabrielle leaned over, throwing up before managing to push herself away from the pile in time to hear Johnā€™s comment.

ā€œYep, going back to the bar. This is a pretty beach of some kindā€¦ not really sure where all the different portals go.ā€ Struggling to get to her feet, she swayed a moment before looking around to find the doorway again. Once spotting it, she shrugged and started towards it, opening it back up before looking towards Becca and John. ā€œLessgo.ā€ She stepped through it, knowing it led back to Gambitā€™s.

][OOC: Next posts can be back in the bar.][

The setting changes from Solinus Sea to Gambit's Bar

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Akshasha Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester
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Adrenaline gone with no more of the creatures left but a vampiric rib held in her hand like a wrapper she didn't want to throw away yet. The reality of what Gabby said rang true so while dumbfounded and staring idly until Gabby getting sick got her attention. Memories reconnected with her of digging through someone and tearing parts off. The things were trying to kill someone, true, but... she'd hoped it'd bother her more than it did.

As they approached the door she said in soft tone, "I guess... I did eat a few vampires. It's just that it's like I rolled up on a birthday party to snarf down some cancer kid's cake then drank half the soda while Hngh fighting off bears. Ducky says I won't bleed to death. Even if the licorice beefcakes were the tastiest full bodied things I ever put in my mouth I still ate the bald kid's birthday cake."

Echoes of her voice showed fewer warbles as she hobbled down the cave toward the gate, "Anyhow... The Jinhai are servants not hunting dogs but they really don't feel anything. Your sister keeps evading so they keep adding more Jinhai to cover more ground. Once they track her down and deliver the thing they'll all fuck off at the same time. So iunno? She could be doing it on purpose. They'll shoot at the leeches if they try to mess with her during delivery it's not like they weren't enemies to start with just... not a priority."

When they arrived in gambits Becca stepped around Gabby to have a look at the straggler Sabbat staring at Akshasha. Becca tried to move her arm slightly but winced feeling the bones were still not reassembled quite yet. Though she almost put the damn rib in her pocket trying to put it down Becca instead dropped the vampiric rib onto the bar with a clatter. One rib end had teeth marks where Becca didn't realize she'd absently gnawed on with her actual pearly whites.

She wasn't in any condition to fight off the rest of these bastards so she bluffed hard at the thugs her voice holding back growing pain, "I'm awful annoyed right now so if the rest of you leeches don't get your Sabutts out of here I will find the steak sauce and I'll fucking eat you legs first."

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Akshasha Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat
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There was a crash of glass, and the vampire started screaming. His skin smoked and burned. Soon he was nothing but a burned husk.
Christopher J. Richardson stepped out from behind his cover, along with the rest of his troop of Terran police officers. One carried a bundle of holy water flasks. "Thank God Jimmy was able to get 'em in time," one officer murmured to his friend, referring to the errand boy on the force.
Christopher walked up to the group on worn and weary warriors - a very mixed group of minotaurs, drow, mutants, humans and hairworms. He flashed them his badge. "Christopher J. Richardson, 1rst Lieutenant of the Terran Police Force. I'd like to question the proprietor of this establishment, and any who were involved in this attack."

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Akshasha Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat
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Gabrielle blinked at Beccaā€™s assessment of what had happened, but couldnā€™t formulate an actual response, so she just ended up shrugging a bit while learning about the Jinhai. It made her curious as to why her sister was avoiding them and also very suspicious of what kind of trouble her darling sibling had gotten into. ā€œHrnā€¦ maybe sheā€™s not just evading them. Maybe sheā€™s evading others and just happen to be doing it to them too.ā€ Gabby grumbled and rubbed her forehead with her blood hand, smearing the red stuff throughout her brunette locks.

Finally reaching the actual portal part of the cave, she was glad it led them to Gambitā€™s and perhaps more importantly was thankful to see it was still standing. Sure, there was plenty of issues to fix, but at least it wasnā€™t going to be yet another major overhaul. Not quite realizing she was standing almost in the way of everyone coming through the door, Gabby sort of shuffled off to the side as blood continued to pour from her side and shoulder. The pain was nothing more than a dull roar, just like the sound in her head.

ā€œMmmā€¦ steakā€¦ weā€™ve got plenty of flavors.ā€ Her comment wasnā€™t necessary directed towards Becca threatening to eat the vampireā€™s, but the notion of having some real cow steak, something she hadnā€™t had since she was young. Shaking her head in an attempt to clear it, Gabrielle managed to focus on what was going on at the moment just in time to see the vampire smoking and burning. Shrugging apathetically, the mutant found a chair and slid into it, leaning back against the wall with a shuddering breath just as one of the cops stated he wanted to talk to them.

ā€œDudeā€¦ you have no jurisdiction here. While I appreciate your boys jumping in, we donā€™t want to be questioned.ā€ She muttered her words before running her blood fingers through her hair a second time. ā€œThe name is Gabrielle LeBeau and Iā€™m one of the bosses of Gambitā€™s.ā€

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Akshasha Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat
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A great emerald beam of light suddenly shot towards the sky and made contact with Sol,
coming from somewhere deep within the Collenham Mountains, elsewhere on Aslund.

Sol and Terra seemed tethered together by a thin, bright, green string.

The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to Solinus Sea

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat Character Portrait: Vincent Sequester Character Portrait: Quintilian
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A great emerald beam of light suddenly shot towards the sky and made contact with Sol,
coming from somewhere deep within the Collenham Mountains, elsewhere on Aslund.

Sol and Terra seemed tethered together by a thin, bright, green string.

The setting changes from Solinus Sea to Gambit's Bar

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Akshasha Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat
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What Sabbat weren't slaughtered, fled, leaving only a few too weak to escape or that had been put into torpor. Akshasha's inhuman nature was on full display by now, the Beast burning in her gaze and fangs on full display. She didn't care, it had been a long night and she was both hungry and annoyed.

Gabby returned, more than a little injured and for some reason that Akshasha didn't quite understand, she found herself irate. The minotaur hadn't done his job as a bouncer, even after she had explicitly told him to.

Three of the Sabbat were impaled through the heart with a piece of rebar that she'd torn out of the ground, putting them in torpor. A police officer tried to pour holy water on them, which prompted the Drow to rush over and block it with her hand which bubbled and burned upon contact. "These are MINE!" She hissed angrily, "Im taking them back to the Camarilla for questioning." Satisfied that the police wouldn't try to intervene again, the huntress darted over to Gabby.

"You're reckless.... I like it. Curare." An emerald light enveloped Akshasha's hands as she went about magically tending to Gabrielle's wounds. One Christopher J. Richardson approached, demanding to question Gabrielle. The Vampire just turned and hissed at him, fire in her eyes.

"That's the trouble with you KINE!" She spat the last word out, like it was a swear, "Always showing up last second, pretending you saved the day and demanding recompense. Back down, or I'll introduce your gullet to my darling sword. Better yet... Make a move, I'm terribly thirsty..."

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Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Ductu Myrkul Character Portrait: Akshasha Character Portrait: Christopher J. Richardson Character Portrait: St. John Bovinesque Jr. Character Portrait: The Sabbat
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Becca hobbled over to one of the stools at the bar nearest the lieutenant then sat down. Muscled both cheered and complained shuddering her eyes trying to get settled and balanced just right. As soon as she finally got her leaden feet to rungs her face stiffened Ducky thinking she was sitting in the chairs they'd come from. Blessed respite from her fractured bones interrupted by a reallocation of interest in maintaining Becca's strength. She let Gabby say hello to the police it was better that way anyhow.

Slammed open eyes arc backward slowly falling away from upright as Becca's numb voice made the effort to alert Ducky, "Ducky! ducky! Falling over! Ah!"

Ducky reprioritized quickly enough Becca could catch the bar and reseat though with a periodic look up to the left, "Ah, Hi, Officer. Not real sure what started it but the... tainted humankind? Really what you call them, Ducky? Anyway, the vampires started attacking the whole bar while I was sitting her eating with Ducky. She cohabitated I think she called it? You can't really talk to her right now she's keeping me from bleeding to death. We started ah disarming the fuckers then followed Gabby out to some lake in bumfuck nowhere. Uh, disposed a little of the others and some blew up with the sunrise. The other I stabbed to death with his own rib cage. The thing's on the counter probably the only bit that's ever seen sun. One just kinda stroked out in horror then fuggin exploded. Kinda hilariuRRrhhhhhG!"

Her cradled arm made a correction as Ducky pulled the shattered radius and ulna back into mostly one piece. The bone now knitting together with the efforts of her forsaken heart. Becca just whimpered softly as her whole body ached and mind turned pain white for a moment gathering her wits while the angry vampire lady yelled at the police officer. A still mostly-broken hand twitched in muscular spasm a tear running down her cheek from pain prioritized back to her mind as something less important than recovery.

One patina eye looked up to Akshasha the salty-mouthed hacker had a few choice words, "Ngh. H-Hey! They're good folks keeping your clientele coming in safe in spite of that creepy fucker fuze or whatever his name blowing up half the department with a blood bomb. He's still out there looking for Ducky and me. They gotta take care of what ain't in here unless you want to."

She eyed the man looking over the remaining cops, "Any casualties with heads still attached? I can probably get a Jinhai to come glue-em back together again."

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"Well, greetings Miss LeBeau," Christopher said. "Now, I'd just like to-"
He was cut off midsentence as the woman tending his wounds began shouting at him. He stepped back, putting a hand to the hilt of his taser. "I must ask you to not do that, ma'am," he said carefully. "Assaulting a police officer is against the law, and it could land you in prison."
He then turned to a girl with patina eyes who chewed out the woman and then turned to him and spilled the beans. Then she gave out a large groan and dropped to her knees.
He started. "Are you alright, ma'am?" he asked, kneeling down.
While that stuff was going on, John slid over to Akshasha and Gabby. "Hey guys," he said, with a casual nod. He turned to Gabrielle. "How ya doing there, Miss Gabrielle?"

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  1. Jeez, nobody in the MV really seems to like the cops so much... :T

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Her head was pounding and she wanted everyone to just shut the hell up. Groaning, Gabrielle placed her head down on the table and closed her eyes for a moment, letting the others get whatever they wanted out despite how badly she wished they would just hush up and go back to drinking or whatever they were doing before the fighting started. Eyes slid open at Akshashaā€™s words and she knew she needed to say what she had been told, but couldnā€™t find the words lost in her muddled brain. Hell, she was so out of it, she hadn't even realized that the Vampire was different than last time she saw her.

ā€œDamn itā€¦ā€ She just muttered as the Vampire came over to start healing her wounds before hissing at Richardson. The last thing she needed was more fighting, especially with cops being involved. She fought to formulate the words needed to calm the situation down, but the only thing she could think of at that moment was how she really wanted a steak and mountain dew. That definitely wouldnā€™t help the situation, but it sure did sound tasty. As she was trying to push beyond the food dancing around in her mind, Becca spoke up and basically explained what had happened. Thankful for that, she just nodded in agreement and gave a simple thumbs up before groaning when Becca told Akshasha off. Her head was pounding hardcore and she just leaned over a nearby trashcan, throwing up all over again.

ā€œJust stopā€¦. stopā€¦ stopā€¦ STOP!ā€ Gabby shouted and forced herself to sit up, glaring at nothing in particular as she peered around at Becca, Akshasha and then Christopher. ā€œYou cops have no jurisdiction in this bar, so I suggest you not threaten any of my patrons again. Akshasha, donā€™t hurt the damn policeā€¦ they did help out. Becca, get better. Now, ask your questions or get a drink and stop arguingā€¦ā€ She dropped her head back down again, groaning as she fought to keep from upchucking anymore.

ā€œIā€™ve been better, Johnā€¦ Iā€™ve been better.ā€ Her words were muttered at the bouncer as her mind tried to figure out how he had moved to her without her realizing it.

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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.

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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."