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[everyredcent]

WHO || Christos, Amy, Sebastian, The Doctor [Closed]
WHAT || The Knights assist the FBI in investigating some mysterious creatures
WHERE ||Tennessee
WHEN || April 2nd [back dated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

While scams about genetically modified corn wouldn't normally fall under the purview of the Knights, the US Federal Bureau of Investigation has called in assistance from Wynn because of reports of the two agents investigating the matter running into some sort of Shadowkind that attacked them at the silos containing the corn in question.

The Knights fly out to Tennessee to check out the situation, and Christos drives them directly towards the silos in question, which are three lonely, old looking structures set in the middle of a field far away from any other civilization.

Comments

[everyredcent]

Stick to something forgettable.

[opprobrium]

[ Sebastaian was putting a half smoked cigarette back in its box, slipping it into his suit jacket ( disguise 16) ]

Martin Riggs? [ He's gotta quit watching old movies.]

[keptbiting]

John Smith. [ she pats the doctor's shoulder, that's you, boo. ] Martin Riggs, good one. And I'll be.... Amelia Williams. That's boring. Like a Latin teacher. "Parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus."

[ aka the only thing she remembers from latin class. also sorry rory, you have a lovely name.

AND SHE'S KNOCKING ON THE DOOR. helllllllllllllllo. ]

[everyredcent]

[ christos doesn't even volunteer what his fake name is. he's such a team player.

a middle-aged african american man answers the door, looks between them all with surprise and a hint of apprehension at what they might be here for. "... Can I help you?" ]

[keptbiting]

Hi! I'm Amelia Williams, these are my colleagues. [ she already forgot their names, w/e. ] We're from the Internal Revenue Service, would you mind if we ask you a few questions?

[ bluff 17. ]

[everyredcent]

[ his eyebrows raise further, clearly unsettled slightly by a group of irs agents showing up on his doorstep. weird.

"I, uh, of course. Did ... did I miss a call?" ] We were in the neighborhood, and were hoping to settle this matter swiftly. [ christos' crit fail bluff check means that he's not even pretending to be an irs agent in bearing, i guess, instead he's staring the man down like he might have to kill him, which is his usual demeanor, tbh. ]

[keptbiting]

[ omfg never let men talk is basically going to be amy's new rule. she tries to swiftly smooth over the discourtesy with a placating smile, a little flirtatious by default. (diplomacy/charm 26) ]

What my unsocial colleague means -- [ she spares a glance at christos like could you be less rude and fucking churlish please????? ] -- is that we'll try to be as quick as possible. Would you mind if we came in?

[ if he wants to leave christos outside, amy won't mind. ]

[opprobrium]

[ Sebby just stands quietly, trying to look intimidating, if not a little unhinged, to fit the name after all. He figures this is best so he doesn't actually speak.]

[everyredcent]

[ christos utterly ignores amy's glance, staring straight ahead, awaiting robert's response with an air of impatience. perhaps to his credit as a husband, robert doesn't seem to respond to amy's flirtations in any way.

"It's just that my daughter is home sick from school today. That's why I'm home as well. She doesn't do well with babysitters." ]

[keptbiting]

[ damn son. amy can appreciate it. it's very rory of him. ]

Well, who does? They're rubbish. It is very important that we speak with you, we'd like to get this sorted out as soon as we can.

[everyredcent]

[ "Of... of course, come in," he says, in the tone of someone who wants to be doing nothing less. probably a tone the real irs hears a lot tbh. he leads them inside, through the little foyer and towards the kitchen/dining room, which is pleasantly decorated in sunflowers, and cornflower blue. ]

[keptbiting]

[ sunflowers. amy looks around, absent smile lifting her lips. she does love sunflowers, her favorite van gogh painting. ]

Lovely place.

[everyredcent]

[ "Thank you," he says, giving her a genuine smile as he has a seat and gestures for them to do the same. christos stays standing, folding his arms, and looking around the place critically. "So... what, uh, what's this all about?" ]

[keptbiting]

Unfortunately, it seems like you're being audited. We'll need some paperwork to take back to the office for copies and we'll also need to ask you a few questions. That's about the size of it.

[everyredcent]

[ "Of... of course," he says, looking strained. "I imagine you need my tax documents from last year? I have my copies of them, it will only take a moment for me to get them." christos' only reply is a curt nod, and he stares at the drow uneasily for a bit, before he heads out of the room, leaving them alone in the kitchen. christos doesn't waste a moment in beginning to quietly open drawers and cupboards. ]

[keptbiting]

[ after a glance at christos, amy follows his lead for lack of knowing what else to do. when in doubt, follow the mission leader apparently. her search check is a 22. hopefully she finds something useful.

and oreoes. ]

[everyredcent]

[ she finds a few medicine bottles kept in an upper cabinet, antidepressant and anxiety medication, registered under the name cindi quail.

as she's reading the bottle, however, a young voice pops up from the doorway. a girl of maybe about twelve peers into the kitchen at them all.

"What are you doing?" she asks, the note of competent accusation in her voice, even as she eyes them all warily. ]

We're here to see your father. He wants you to stay in your room until we leave. [ christos says brusquely, and the girl's eyes widen as she takes in his intimidating demeanor. ]

[keptbiting]

[ putting the bottles away, she closes the cabinet to circle the counter. ]

I thought you were supposed to be in bed? Come on, your Dad's in his office probably, we can go talk to him before we get you back to bed, alright? [ so the kid can get the 411 and still get out of christos' way, tbh. and maybe so amy can get a peak into the office. (diplomacy 25, she's just strangely maternal ok.) she gestures like "lead on, macduff" because she's not really taking no for an answer, but she wants the kid to feel like she's in charge. she remembers being a preteen. it was rough. ]

[everyredcent]

[ with a nat 20 will save, this little girl is just not having it. she folds her arms and keeps staring at them.

"What do you want with my Dad?" she asks, a troubled look in her eyes. "He hasn't done anything wrong. You need to go away." ]

[keptbiting]

[ amy is like squint, wondering if the girl knows more than she should. (sense motive 21) maybe that's what her dad was intent on hiding. ]

We're hoping to prove he hasn't done anything wrong, actually, but we need to look through some of his files to do that.

[everyredcent]

[ the girl is actually insanely hard to read. almost unnervingly so.

"Like the other people?" she asks. "The man and woman?" ] Those were FBI agents. They were looking to help your father about something else.

[ "Why does the FBI care about us?" she asks, and looks very troubled by the concept. "We're just normal!" ]

[keptbiting]

Normal is overrated.

[ squint intensifies, amy's head tips slightly, gears turning in her head. she's willing to bet that once they leave they might find their own monsters of the id. (wis 19) which is why she decides to say fuck it and crouches in front of the girl so she's not a towering ginger amazon and closer to her level. ]

It's not about your dad, kid, we really are trying to keep him safe. It's about the man your dad works for. Do you know anything about him?

[everyredcent]

[ she purses her lips and shakes her head, just as robert walks back in. he looks between them both, then puts the files on the table and moves to put one hand on his daughter's head.

"Cindi, what are you doing out here? Go back to your room, please, sweetheart. We'll be done here soon."

she narrows her eyes at him, doubtfully, but obeys, leaving without another word. christos waits until she's gone before speaking up. ] Your daughter didn't seem ill. She must be feeling better. [ whether there's an accusation in there or not, christos manages to cover it expertly in his tone.

"Well, she's not ill in the traditional sense. Cindi suffers from ... terrible anxiety attacks, at times. When she asks to stay home, I've found it best to let her, sometimes." ]

[keptbiting]

[ amy straightens up as the girl leaves, crossing her arms. ]

Cindi mentioned the FBI, was she here when they stopped by?

[everyredcent]

[ that seems to surprise, even bother him. "She knows about that?" he asks, brow knitting in concern. "She wasn't supposed to-- I didn't want to upset her. She was here when they came, but upstairs, in her room. I didn't think she heard anything." ]