knightsoflegend | chicago ♔ give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough

Thank you. [Lila gives Tony a bright smile, like freaking finally someone who accepts sense, and turns to face Rose and Dimitri. Outwardly, she is still Miss Priviledged 2013, but inside she is preening like an entire ostentation of peacocks. Interrogating vampires is not her thing, hell getting info from bartenders is not her thing. But this? Getting what she wants by aggressively lying? This is her thing.]

Come on, you can't babysit me out here. [Look, they pretty much fit the bill for bodyguards, she works with what she has.]

[Dimitri glances from Lila to Rose, giving the latter a nod before he moves from the door to fall in step beside the blonde, ready to play the part of bodyguard.

Let's be real, it's not far off at all.]

[Though Rose's expression remains almost blank, the fingers that curl her hands into fists probably say more than anything she might be thinking through the link, lips pressed into a thin line as Dimitri nods at her.

She hesitates only half a second before following his lead, forced to commit to the plan whether she likes it or not.]

[ a spot of 17+ will notice the large hulking minotaur put the newspaper down and move to follow them slowly as they disappear through the door. they pass through a kitchen full of disenchanting smells and into a creepy warehouse hallway that's so dimly lit that anyone without low-light vision has to really watch their step. the air feels dank, and there's a distant disturbing dripping noise to add to the ambiance. they pass by several doors, each unmarked, and dean pauses to look through the tiny slit window of one into the pitch darkness. anyone else who stops can make a listen check of 15+ to hear the muffled screams beyond. ]

[Lila is too busy looking forward to see the Minotaur (spot 6), which is unfortunate because she would want one. Her nose wrinkles in distaste as they walk. Jesus, have they heard of Febreze?

But she does catch the scream, pausing behind Dean. (Listen 17) She would.] Mmm, sounds like home.

[Oh he sees you mister minotaur (spot 26), though Dimitri had expected as much, given the earlier warning. He can't do anything about him yet, but at least he's aware of his presence and location in case things get ugly in a hurry.

It's probably a good thing that Dimitri doesn't hear the screaming (Listen 12), or it would have taken a lot of self control not to go looking for the source.]

[Apparently Dhampirs are just really good at spotting a Minotaur (spot 26 - because even their spot checks have to match) and equally bad at listening (Listen 10), Rose's eyes darting around before settling on Davin, more curious as to why he was being so quiet ~~and not because she had missed him or anything~~.]

You're being quiet. [Voice pitched low as she fell into step with him, (Sense Motive 19 cause she still isn't sure how much she can trust him).]

[ dean frowns down the hallway but jerks his head to lila ] Keep moving.

[ meanwhile, davin, trailing along in back, waits for the others to outpace them a few before giving rose a withering look.

"Maybe because I'm not sure what's left to say now that you've got us all marching to our deaths. Maybe it's better this way." ]

You're the one that stopped to sightsee. [Such a childish retort. It's a surprise she doesn't stick her tongue out.]

No bickering.

[Because that's the last thing they need to be doing right now.]

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

[Her reaction a kneejerk one, Rose silent for a moment as she turned over the rest of his words.]

Do you mean that? Better dead than... that.

[ Davin pauses for a moment in the hallway, staring down, hands in fist.

"Just because all my instincts scream to survive doesn't mean I think this is better in any way. That's why I'd never make another. Vampire." he sneers at the word, and ahead, a ponderous metal door at the end is shoved open by another of those minotaurs. a sleek, dangerously beautiful drow woman emerges, dressed in a floor length purple dress with a plunging neckline, web-like black patterns up the side. she wears a tiny smile at the corner of her lips, but her eyes are all cruelty as they slip across each of them while she slinks past. dean's head turns almost involuntarily to watch her go, and davin slides against the wall, obviously eager not to let her touch him as she brushes by imperiously. ]

Eyes front, soldier. [ Lila's abrupt order and the tiny push against Dean's back, even as her eyes follow the woman, still carries that privileged and snappishly authoritative tone that she used with Tony, but there's an edge of nervousness creeping into it. Her plans have plans have plans and she can bullshit on the fly without batting an eyelash, but there is a point where her plans meet her utter apathy for her own well being and she's self-aware enough to know they've probably collided. Oops.

Although whose plan was it to send three inexperienced squires and a surly hunter to do this? Lila's not taking the blame for that, okay. Hopefully Eric and Tia don't get fired when they all inevitably die...

She blinks, turning back to glance at the Minotaur at the door, clearing her throat slightly to address him. (Bluff 32) ] Koshchey, party of four. [ A beat. ] And one of yours.

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[Dimitri remains silent as they move ahead, following Lila's cue. She's playing the woman in charge here, and in order for them to proceed, he needs to comply.

Not that that is hard. It's not so different from being a Guardian, really. He'll get involved when and if he needs to.]

[Rose wants to ask Davin who asked him to create another Vampire, but the appearance of the woman who even Rose can't help but stare at takes the words from her mouth, the time for talking gone as she adopts more of a Guardian-like stance.

Her eyes briefly glide to Dimitri's as if she were passing a silent message then like him, she played the role of bodyguard until their admittedly flimsy cover was blown. Rose suspected, somewhere around the time they got to see the man behind the curtain, assuming they got that far.]

[ the minotaur towers over lila and stares down its tusks at her, letting out a snort that actually seems to unleash a puff of smoke as if he were a cartoon character. instead of talking, he just emits a low unsettling noise, almost like a growl, but sort of an acknowledgment and pushes open the door at the ehd.

this largely bare warehouse room has one of the tables from the restaurant sitting there, a meal spread out on top of the checkered tablecloth. seated there, flanked by two men in sunglasses and suits, is a rather horrific figure in a pinstripe suit of his own. while his body is humanoid, he sports a disturbing octopus-like head, from which hang four tentacles. his eyes are a pale, milky white, void of pupils, his skin a grayish blue that looks covered in a thin veneer of slime.

he holds a fork and knife in either hand, and is placidly sawing off a tiny sliver of the main course. he lifts the slice up, and his tentacles shift aside to reveal a horrific lamprey-like mouth, but he notices the others shuffling in and lowers his fork, tentacles twitch as he lets out an obvious sigh of annoyance.

dean pauses a few steps in, and pulls a face. ] ... Sorta just made me lose my appetite for those cinnamon sticks.

[ the mind flayer looks them over with its rolling, weird white eyes that makes it hard to tell exactly who he's examining at any moment in time.

"Always at dinner time." ]

[ oh that is disgusting. there is nothing okay with this scene except the suits look impeccably tailored, but she can't get past the gross. he looks like cassel during his blowback -- which is essentially the definition of horrific. she manages to pull herself together (will save 16), but she creeps forward a little and her hand fists against dean's jacket. sorry, you just inherited a kid sister for the moment. ]

I wasn't gonna share. [ growing a pair, she lets go of dean and moves to take a deliberate step forward. ] Sorry. I hope you had that checked for mad cow disease.

[Dimitri manages not to change expression too much at the sight of the scene before him (will save 15), though if he was on edge and ready for a fight before, that increases about ten fold, his muscles going taught and strained.

Still, he has to play just the bodyguard until the time is right, so he takes a moment to flick his eyes around, looking for any other possible dangers. (spot 14)]

[(Will Save 15) It's a miracle that Rose manages not to gag but she works hard to keep her expression neutral, sweeping the room as her hands clench to fists by her side as she passes a message back through the link to Eric and Tia.

Bingo.

Well. Nobody said Rose's messages were supposed to be very descriptive.

Still, like Dimitri, she's not going to make any moves until an immediate danger presents itself; staying silent at the back even if it kills her.]

[ the creature's tentacles twitch again with visible irritation.

"I'm a very busy man. For your own good, you might wish to make this quick." ]

Sorry, I'll be quick. We came here with a proposal, from my father. A trade of sorts, information and a tiny favor for... [ she glances at the brain, mouth twitching up into a smile she seems to be trying to keep back by biting down on her lip. when her eyes travel back to tentacle face, she stops fighting it, smiling sweetly. ] Supplies, if you will.

[ SHE MEANS BRAINS, YO. (bluff 36, diplomacy 30) ] All we need is a little information on where to find this murderer who is running around town leaving little messes for your pets to clean up. [ her hand waves over her shoulder at where davin is, or is not, she doesn't care enough to pay attention. ] He's mine and I'd really like him back before he gets himself killed by the metric shit tonne of hunters taking up residence in your fair city.

[ she gets a sudden very familiar sensation of something trying to get inside her head - only instead of the familiar feeling she got from tia, this is a twisted, crawling, invasive feeling, a recognition of wrongness trying to intrude upon her thoughts. the illithid keeps his bulbous eyes fixated on her, although his aura seems to project that he's unimpressed.

"You claim ownership of this monster, and yet can't keep him on a leash? Tsk." ]

[ she flinches slightly, rolling her shoulders back in discomfort. her hand twitches up to her throat, bare fingers creeping under her scarf to brush over her scar like she's settling herself. get out, get out, get out. (will save 18) ]

I claim ownership of a cat, too, doesn't take well to a leash. I prefer a non-slavery approach to my monsters, makes them much more relaxed. Paid vacation time and comprehensive health insurance. And dental. We even pay into their retirement fund.

[ corsone rises to his feet, setting down the knife and fork and pushing his chair back.

"I think you're mistaken, then. I don't have the creature. If I did, you certainly wouldn't be getting him back." ]

[ her nose wrinkles again. he's just really gross, she can't help it. and that was rude. but knowledge is power, so whatever. she backs up a step, towards the rest of the group, and puffs her hair out of her face with a huff of breath. maybe she should just shoot him. that wouldn't be a bad plan at all. ]

Oh well. Terribly sorry to have interrupted dinner. You should really look into getting some better help. Mike, Mitchell, whatever, he should know better than to schedule meetings while you're eating. Your waiter though, Tony? Definitely deserves a raise.

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