chicago ♔ can't deny the enemy's taken over

[lawofsurvival]

WHO || Des, Buffy, Spike, Myri, Finnick, Archer, Dawn, Vi, Elena, Jaka [closed]
WHAT || Bonding time with Rafael's lawyer by breaking into Chad Beckworth's office
WHERE || NOVA Records HQ, Chicago, IL
WHEN || July 11th, 2013 [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam, single thread

Never a dull moment.

The night of the funeral was certainly eventful: as expected, some of Chad's goons appeared at the cemetery, apparently in search of the buried necklace, and the Knights barely managed to escape with their lives thanks to the appearance of a giant dune-winder worm at the beck and call of a necromancer. Yep. The other team had their own share of adventure at the hotel, and though they couldn't get Nadia to leave with them, they did establish contact, and swiped Decker Greenwall's mysterious hourglass artifact from his room at Dumage's prompting. They also ran afoul of a doppelganger in the employ of the other side, who prompted Elena to begin questioning exactly who or what she might be...

And of course, they finally met with Rafael's lawyer, a last minute replacement for Burt's usual guy, who had met with an unfortunate skiing accident or... something. Jeggred 'Jaka' Teken'Duis, and his brother Nym, garnered a great deal of suspicion from the team from the start, although Jaka seems entirely confident that he can get Rafael off on a temporary insanity plea. Either way, he's agreed to help them look for clues to try to illustrate Chad's role in events at the upcoming trial, and suggested, to that end, breaking into his Chicago office, one of many not-quite-legal suggestions he hinted at during their pow-wow.

All those Knights who are looking to assist him are meeting up with Jaka in a parking garage a few blocks away from the NOVA building, at his invitation.  In fact, he's already there, leaning against his car, when they arrive.

Comments

[witchwoman]

[Meanwhile, Myri is entirely focused on holding onto Finnick for the first few moments of conversation. She clings back to him and softly repeats variations of "it's okay," "we're safe now," and "I love you" until she's satisfied that pulling away from him won't trigger some sort of karmic backlash attack for not pinky promising or something. She does eventually pull back and glances around to catch herself up.]

Perhaps we can discuss it further elsewhere? [Buffy is hurt, Archer is deaf, and the poison in her system still makes her feel like she's moving through a thick sap. If anything were to show up, they would be entirely unprepared.]

[bigbad]

[Spike looks a little embarrassed at least when she coves her wound with her hand. LOOK HE DIDN'T ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING. He's still just gonna hover anxiously because it's A LOT OF BLOOD.]

Can you walk, love?

[slay]

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine, I - [ she gets to her feet as she talks, struggling against the aggravation of her injuries as she does. she steadies, straightens, and then as she tries to take a step, her knees buckle under her (dex 6). her hand plants quickly on spike's shoulder to hold herself up. ] ... May, possibly, be exaggerating the levels of my fineness.

[graveflowers]

[Vi backs up when Finnick and the Boys -- they could be a band! -- come running in so they can hug and sniff in peace. (Dat's weird, Spike.) But when Buffy's knees decide not to qwoperate, she reaches out to help steady her and that same weird instinct flows through her. (Infuse with life + 7 hp) This is the weirdest adrenaline rush, okay.] Whoa, steady there. Hey Des, wanna use your manly man strength to rescue my sweatshirt from it's webby demise? [PRIORITIES.]

[notaroundme]

[Elena clamps her mouth closed, because now she feels bad good job Archer. She wasn't trying to make fun of him, just...ugh.

She puts a finger to her lips to shush him, because really, stop yelling.]

Myri's right. We should get out of her asap.

[witchwoman]

[Suddenly, a sinking, rushing sensation washes over Myri. Her face pales as the poison twists further inside of her and causes her to stumble back into Finnick. Her breath is shallow and she looks so much more frail than normal (-4 temp con loss which takes back those 10 hp she just got damnit).

Maybe it's simply the blood loss, or the use of her gift? She's never felt like this before though.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des nods at Vi and goes to retrieve the aforementioned jacket. (str... 11)] Jesus. It's a lot tougher than it looks. [He tugs again (str... 9)

On the plus side, he's about half-distracted by Myri faltering so some of his weak-ass yanking is easily explained.] Hey, pretty boy. Is your girl all right?

[As uncouth as his phrasing is, he does sound worried.]

[slay]

[ as if on cue, buffy's feet come out from under her and she all but passes out (you better make a check to catch her spike you bastard). the poison hits her, taking her down 6 temporary constitution damage, doing 21 hp of damage and bringing her back down to 6. thanks vi, you kept her conscious. she's woozy and out of it, blinking hard like the world won't come back into focus, and her skin has lost its healthy glow.

she watches myri stumble, and seems to catch on (wis 20 total). they'd caught the worst of the attacks, whatever it was affecting them must have come from that. it's not hard to guess. her voice is weak and scratchy when she speaks up. ]

Poison.

[65]

[don't worry, finnick's got her (ref save 20 total)] You were poisoned?

[all his attention is on myri. he should sort of feel bad, considering buffy looks 5x worse than her, but … nope.]

[lawofsurvival]

[ jaka looked a bit like he was sucking on poison himself when violet made that comment about ~his~ nightmare god, and he watches all of this unfold in silence for a minute before adding in his two cents again, nodding to the fallen creature ] That's how they operate. Their venom slows their prey, making it impossible for them to run, and then they activate the web. [ he moves to des' side, reaching up to grab a handful of webbing and tug on it as if to show how tough it is ] The web is a soul snare. If the spider had gotten to any of you, it would have trapped your spirit within its strands.

[ oh right, dying people, whatever. ] They'll need a cleric. [ he glances at myri and vi skeptically ] A real cleric.

[bigbad]

[Spike almost drops Buffy since he's pretty clearly hassled from worry and the delicious, delicious blood smell but he manages to grab her at the last minute (reflex crit fail, but ACTION POINT into a 13). He hoists her up (str 17) and gives Jaka a desperate look. He ain't even mad about the REAL cleric comment because he doesn't care right now, he just wants Buffy to get better now.]

Then stop wasting our bloody time and bring us to one.

[Exposition later. Saving Buffy and Myri now.]

[slay]

It's fine. I'm fine - Cleric later, we need - Need to - [ she grimaces and pushes through it for a moment to fix jaka with a look. ] These soul spiders. Are there spells to control them? Could anyone do it, or do they need to be drow?

[nothingsodivine]

[with a strength check of 20, Des finally frees Vi's jacket and rejoins the rest of the group.]

We can take it up with Gar and your drow when no one is bleeding out.

[Des didn't see Jaka be all rescue-y. he can be mean if he wants.]

[bigbad]

You're not fine, you stubborn bint. [Spike starts carrying Buffy towards the garage.] We can talk on the way.

[graveflowers]

I admire your resilience, Buffy, but you were almost just dead. [Blunt, but true, her worry makes her snappish. She moves back to Myri, helping her to steady her. Team effort.] You and Myri need clerics right now, and this isn't exactly a topic of discussion, it is what we're doing. It's seven against two, majority rules, let's go. [Hope you guys all appreciate Vi voting for you... She gives Myri a look like girl if you disagree with me I will personally slap you. With love.]

[witchwoman]

[For the record, Myri never protested seeing a cleric and she certainly doesn't look to be in the mood to do so now. She only nods weakly at Vi and uses Finnick for support without shame. She only wants this feeling to end as quickly as possible. Sadly, with her slowed movements, it's going to take practically forever to get her anywhere.]

The cars- someone should get the cars. Quickly.

[lawofsurvival]

[ jaka yanks out a cell phone as they hoist up the girls anyway, and ignores all the people who don't want to talk shop right now, simply answering buffy's question. ] It's a house pet. Of House Baenre, to be precise. Entirely under their control - most likely raised or broken by them. They've branded it, so that no other drow in the city would dare to try and claim it.

I imagine the authorities will love to hear that House Baenre is housing such creatures. Seems very solid grounds for a warrant, even. [ he adopts a very self-satisfied smirk, as if taking great deal of joy out of getting the system to work for him, instead of against them. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des drops the jacket on Vi and eyes Jaka warily.] Any of the drow on Chad's payroll connected to that House?

[lawofsurvival]

From what I've seen, Chad doesn't have any drow on his payroll. He has half-breeds.

[graveflowers]

Half-breeds? [It's a racism party. Also thanks Des, she is glad her hoodie survived the web of death and deathliness.]

[lawofsurvival]

Would you prefer "mutts"?

[graveflowers]

I'd prefer to punch you in the nuts. [They're gonna be besties.] But in lieu of that I'll take some elaboration. What does House Baenre have stake in that would set them on us? And what are they gonna do when they find out we murdered Fluffy?

[lawofsurvival]

Be more subtle next time. And brutal. [ shrug ] There were only two outcomes they could have expected from this. They probably meant to gain from both. Either you'd be dead, which they clearly wish, for some reason, or you'd have tipped your hand and demonstrated what you were capable of so they can better plan to make their next move.

[graveflowers]

[That sounds ominous. What is more brutal than a murderous spider? You know what, don't answer that. She doesn't want to know.]

[ :| ]

I'll go get the car. [And she is going to start jogging to go do that.] Spike, throw me the keys.

[bigbad]

[SPIKE HAS BUFFY IN HIS ARMS THIS ISN'T EXACTLY A WORKABLE PLAN. He looks around hopelessly.]

They're in my pocket. I can't... [He looks down anxiously at Buffy.]