new orleans ♔ the man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud | but nobody ever hears him

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WHO || Thomas, Jack, Gar, Kat, Dumage, Mark, Myri, Buffy, Finnick, Spike, Rafael, Des, Elena [Closed]
WHAT || Various downtime shenanigans
WHERE || Various locations, New Orleans
WHEN || Tuesday Oct 16th - Oct 28th [Backdated]
HOW || Actionspam, don't sweat tag order!!

[[ Several of the Knights discovered a secret room hidden in Nova Headquarters, full of strange occultish paraphernalia and guarded by monstrous warriors. Amid this was direct evidence of an interest in the Talisman. They also took captive Chad Becksworth's personal assistant, Olean Gilbert, who has information about the location of the mysterious woman that Burt told Finnick about - the one whose presence has had a major effect on Chad's personality. Olean doesn't even know the woman's name, calling her the "Mind Master", and identifying her as Chad's 'advisor'.

The Knights also discovered that the other Dragon's Claw, Sir Jack Chessing, had followed his own secret mission to Nova Headquarters, and he'll be meeting back at the hotel with them to explain what brought him there...

This log covers any non-work related shenanigans the Knights have while staying in New Orleans, immediately following the last log and extending over the next two weeks.

Make your own threads, don't fuss about tag order, feel free to threadjack multiple people into one thread for hang-outs, ask me if you want a certain scene with an NPC, etc. forever whatever.]

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wow autocorrect, way to maul my last tag.

[behindcloseddoors]

[ his smile curls back away from his lips into a snarl ] You lie.

[nothingsodivine]

[He folds his hands across the table.] Do you really think I'd bluff about that?

[Bluff check 19 aw yeah boi.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ sense motive 20 says nice try, bonzo. he puts both palms down on the table leaning across it with that hideous scowl on his face ] I think any of you upssstartsss wouldn't think twice about trying to weassel your way into more favor before it's earned.

You join us, you sstart at the bottom. Like everyone.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des doesn't budge. It was a long shot anyway.] So what're the hazing rituals like here?

[behindcloseddoors]

[ he grins now, standing up again and walking around slowly to the door, which he raps on twice with his knuckles. ] Just a little tassste of what'sss to come for you, should you prove yourself. [ the door groans open and in comes one of the chefs from the kitchen with a little plate. des' new friend takes it from him, and the chef departs again, while he sets it on the table.

it's a slab of red, bloody meat, with a tiny sprig of parsley for accent. he tosses down a fork, which clatters beside it. ] Eat up.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des looks at the meat for a really long time, thankful for the fact that he can't die of food poisoning. Finally, he looks up.] D'you have any ketchup?

[behindcloseddoors]

[ the man laughs sharply and claps des hard on the back. ] Funny.

[ and he makes no move to go fetch any ] Smellsss good, doesssn't it?

The humans have long sought to keep uss from our natural insstincts. [ /INSERT HIDEOUS EVIL GRIN ] Something about sself-pressservation.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des attempts to cut it with a fork. Raw meat is hard to cut.] That's real shitty of 'em. Why would they ever think this kind of thing is weird?

[And he shoves the raw meat in his mouth.

And chews.

And swallows.

His face is probably most hilarious thing you have ever seen. Is there a gag reflex check...] Well, it's not like mama used to make, but... My compliments to the chef. He definitely killed it.

[behindcloseddoors]

[ tastes like raw, bloody veal......................... ]

Actually, [ another horribly macabre smile ] I killed it. A human who stuck his nose into thingsss he shouldn't. [ he waves a hand like it's no big ] The Mother will lead us into a gloriouss new age, and you are privileged to join the ranks of her army.

What iss your name?

[nothingsodivine]

[fort save 16. He has the gag reflex of a champion, despite the fact that he's eating soylent green.] I can actually taste the fear. And like a hint of horse radish, so there's that.

[Yep. Just gonna... keep eating. Close your eyes and think of Hannibal Lecter. He swallows another bite. fort save 21, because I just felt like doing another one and also how the fuck did he get a nat 20 eating human.

And also just to remind everyone he's a sassy dick, he grits his teeth and hisses out:] Desssssssmond Dessssssscant. [He shrugs.] I hear it's hard to get out if you've got a speech impediment, so you can tell your boys to call me Des. [Unfortunately, he pronounces it with the 's' sound and not the 'z' sound so it comes out Desss.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ he doesn't seem to find that funny dessss. ]

Hmph. You will begin with basic work for us when we call upon you: delivery of items and people, bodyguard work, thisss sort of thing. Have you used a gun before?

[nothingsodivine]

[Des gives him a cheeky look.] The bullets go in the other guy.

[behindcloseddoors]

[ a long suffering eyeroll meets the flippant response ] Your contact's name will be Lanny, and he will deliver all instructions to you via a P.O. Box. You'll check it daily, before 9 am. If you need to contact Lanny directly, you'll send a blank text to thiss number. [ he slides a piece of paper out of his pocket and hands it to Des ] Don't waste his time with frivolousss matterss.

[nothingsodivine]

Lanny. Don't ask stupid questions. Got it. [He stares at the remainder of his human steak and looks up, figuring he might as well milk this for all its worth.] So can I get a to-go box or...?

[behindcloseddoors]

[ the snake blood snorts, as if he thinks des is just being impertinent again, but he steps out the door, and momentarily, someone drops a white stryofoam box in front of him ]

Enjoy it.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des drops his steak in his to-go box and stands up.] Pleasure doin' business with you.

[That totally went better than expected and he might need to go puke now.]