Jeanne Gar (
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knightsoflegend2012-07-06 07:57 pm
venice ♔ oh this town kills you when you're young

♬ Shoreline - Anna Ternheim
WHO || Gar, Kat, Myri, Buffy [Closed]
WHAT || Team Failboat investigates Angelo Nassi
WHERE || Venice, Italy; Notturno club
WHEN || July 6, evening.
HOW || Actionspam; SINGLE THREAD
It's a breathtaking evening in Venice. Lights reflect off the canals that serve as the main thoroughfares of 'traffic' and happy tourists and locals amble about the streets, shopping, chatting, or just taking in the quiet air. It's a pleasant 70 degrees and cooling for the night as the Knights make their way to the building labelled Notturno: the venue owned by Angelo Nassi, who they've come to question about the activities of Chad Becksworth and NOVA Records, hoping for a lead that will connect back to the Talisman they seek.
Dumage elects to do some 'digging' around the city in order to find out more information on the gnoll, so it's left to the four other girls to take on the task alone. Gar once again makes sure to warn both Buffy and Myri of the potential perils of discussing their "Shadowkind" nature: here in Italy, there's a strong amount of prejudice against non-humans, or those from another world.
The club itself is located right off the river, which they enter through a winding alley after taking a vaporetto from their hotel. Gar heads up to the ticket booth when they enter the lobby, but comes back frowning.
"It seems they've sold out for tonight's performance," she says in a quiet murmur, casting a look over her shoulder as patrons move past, dressed in fancywear and conversing pleasantly. "And they said we can't get inside without tickets."

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Pardon signorinas. It seems Signior Giovanni will be unable to speak with you at this time, but extends his apologies, and would invite you all to attend at his palazzo tomorrow evening for dinner. He understands you have plans to leave back to America tomorrow, but has offered to pay to have your flights rescheduled should you choose to accept. [ another nod of his head and he passes them a card with an address printed upon it ] With his compliments.
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That's very kind of him. [Myri says, waiting for the stagehand to leave before turning to the others.] Should we go? It wasn't part of the plan.
[Not that she hasn't deviated from a plan before. But this makes her nervous for some reason.]
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Perhaps... that one? [She points discretely to the door in question]
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Well done. Kat? [ she looks at the other girl who glances around the corner and then points at the door as an 'all clear'. gar raps on the door lightly. ]
Signor Nassi?
[ when there's no response, she tries the door, which, unlocked, opens inwards at her attempt. the lights on inside, and a low voice growls something in italian. ]
We... we're sorry to interrupt. But we wished to speak with you. [ beyond gar, it's possible to see where the bizarre hyena-headed creature sits behind a large wooden desk, glaring at her suspiciously from behind a pair of shades. he raises a long clawed hand and gestures at them to come in.
"I don't have all day," he rasps. ]
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It's about Nova records. Word is, you've dealt with them. [ she doesn't go further into it, because she figures he can fill in the blanks, and because, well, she wasn't sure how direct gar and kat thought was wise to be with this. ]
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"At times. I'm in the music industry, and they're the biggest name on the planet. Hardly surprising."
kat rolls her eyes, and folds her arms, leaning against the door jamb. ]
We were thinking 'dealt with' in a more literal, slightly shady way.
[ as if it were actually a question of how direct kat means to be with anything. he tilts his head down, looking at over the top of his glasses, which comes off as slightly menacing (intimidate check 17, make a will save of 17 or more to remain unaffected! ... kat certainly isn't. )
"I don't know how you mean," he says, in a low tone. ]
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But we-
We... we heard...
[Yeah no that thought isn't completing.]
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We have it on good authority that you in fact sold samples of your genetic tissue to agents of NOVA Records. A strange transaction for a record company to be making, don't you agree?
[ despite her insistent tone, he just grins, which is awfully freaky with that mouthful of razor sharp teeth.
"Stranger still for somebody to show up on my doorstep asking about it." ]
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Yeah, well, we didn't come all the way to your doorstep just to get told you don't know anything about it. What did NOVA want with your DNA?
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In one ridiculously smooth motion, Kat's foot catches the door and yanks it closed, and as it slams, she slips her gun out of its concealed holster, leveling it right at the gnoll, who freezes in place, but doesn't stop grinning, though it adopts a more dangerous edge. ]
Better idea. How about you talk and we don't have to make a mess here?
[ gar's eyes widen, and she mutters "Kat" under her breath in disbelief but angelo just keeps staring at the blonde, beyond the barrel of the gun.
"Just who are you broads, anyways?" ]
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You should know that she's serious. [She gestures to Kat] I haven't known her long, but long enough to know that she's not exactly... patient.
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[ the gnoll looks between each of them in turn, and then raises his left hand in a gesture of surrender as he slowly gets to his feet, still holding the cane.
"Fine, fine. You want to know what NOVA wanted with my DNA? Something about experiments. That's all I know, swear to the gods." ]
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Sonuvabitch!
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Darn.]
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"I told you, I don't know. I needed the cash, and Becksworth approached me with the offer. Said it was revolutionary stuff. Medical. I figured it was for a good cause." he shrugs. "What do you care?"
kat glares back at him, before frowning and looking at the others. ]
I think he's telling the truth.
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[Because even when she's talking to someone who just tried to stab them, Myri tries to connect.]
And we want to put a stop to it.
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"You have some kind of proof of that?" ]
Not yet. But that's what we're attempting to find. If there's anything further you can tell us, Mr. Nassi, it could save lives.
[ He shakes his head.
"That's all they told me. I didn't think to ask anymore. Chad Becksworth has Shadowkind in his employ. I figured a guy like that would be on our side." ]
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A guy like you doesn't need cash. If you really don't know anything, why the jump to violence?
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"You clearly have no idea what things are like in this town. People start asking questions about what you're doing, it's only a short time before you wind up dead or worse." He rolls his shoulders, and cracks his neck, glancing over their brandished weapons. "And don't act like you know what I need. How do you think a guy like me operates a legitimate business in Italy? I'm paying out my ass to every mob shill, government spook, and terrorist hate group who looks my way. And I still gotta watch my back in case somebody shows up at my door waving a freaking gun at me." He shoots Kat a glare, and she sort of lowers her weapon, as well as her eyes, sufficiently chastised. ]
If it's that bad, why don't you just move?
[ He rolls his big ol' hyena eyes at the suggestion. "I got family here. And more than that, it's about making a stand. We let 'em start just runnin' us off with their scare tactics, it ain't gonna stop here in Italy. It'll reach us, wherever we go hiding." ]
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Sometimes you just get tired of running.
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