2014.08.06:The Impossible Beast Pt. 3

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The Impossible Beast Pt. 3
Clarimond hates the Sabbat. A lot.
IC Date Wednesday, August 6th, 2014
IC Time Night
Players Clarimond (Storyteller), Basilisk, Mikhail, Silvana, Velok
Location Abandoned Mechanic's Garage, Prospect
Prp/Tp The Impossible Beast
Spheres Mage and Mortal and Shifter and Vampire


Log

(Trigger Warning: Torture)
Clarimond is waiting in front of an old building that was once used as a mechanic's shop/garage. The captured Sabbat is inside, relatively healed, but starved of blood. Her sedan is not there and neither are her ghouls. She is holding the briefcase from several nights ago.

Mikhail approaches.. If he's wounded he's doing a good job of hiding. The slightest wince is all he makes as he walks up to Clarimond's Sedan.

Silvana arrives alone like usual to the address she was text. She looks around till she spots Clarimond and begins to head that way.

xxxxxMany different times these people have been summoned, and many different times they've still managed to show up. Several days having occured since The Slurpee Disaster of 2014, it's a pretty good bet that Velok has gotten over the incident. Of course, when the man steps out of a nearby shadow and hi eyes immediately stare towards Mikhail...who knows WHAT goes through that crazy psycho's head. His hands are empty save for a phone in which he is typing, looking down to it. While others are wandering towards Clarimond, Velok chooses an intercept path to Silvana. He slides up next to the ghoul before she can make it to Clarimond, leaning over to whisper into the woman's ear as they both near as he glances pointedly towards Mikhail. Finally, the man looks back down towards his phone, idly continuing to type away.

Basilisk follows along, with a spring in her step. She got such a good meal last time she sure this time will be just as nice!

Clarimond opens the small door to the garage, leaving the massive car door closed. She leaves the door open for everyone else to follow. What you will see if/when you enter is a relatively empty but spacious garage. An assortment of tools is hanging from a tool rack but these are not tools to build or repair. These are tools of torture. The Sabbat is chained up and he is covered in leeches.

Mikhail steps in and moves to one of the darkest corners of the otherwise empty garage, watching the group work... It's only then that he actually notices Velok glancing at him. Apparently the large Russian does not understand the significance of one slushie in a fight to the death, so he honestly would not be able to grasp the reason for any animosity from Velok. The irony of the leech being leeched is not lost on him, but he keeps his outward expression under control.

Basilisk sees the tools o torture and is oddly quiet. She likes to eat people, sure but seeing people tortured is another thing. She reaches out for the nearest hand to her, looking afraid. Cold blooded murderess to fearful thing in 5 minutes.

Silvana takes Velok's arm and allows him to lead the way in, as if they were on a date or something, how romantic... Not! She wrinkles her nose a tad to the different equitment things and the leech being leeched and just shakes her head.

xxxxxWho can say WHAT a Euthanatos will use in their judgement of someone. Seriously, who can? Can anyone tell me? Please? Nevertheless, Velok's eyes leave Mikhail alone for now as his arm interlaces with Silvana. Could be a date still, with just an odd level of detour. When they stand together, Velok can begin glancing over the torture tools. Almost knowing instinctively that he should, he reaches out to the nearby Basilisk, grasping her hand and pulling her a little closer to stand next to him and Silvana, his fingers interlacing with Basilisk's. "So uncivilized." Velok comments, his brow furrowing, but he so far doesn't make any movement to stop things.

Clarimond watches the Sabbat his as he shifts slightly. The sharp pyramid that he is sitting on cuts deeper into his undead flesh, and the leeches continue to slowly feed. His chains rattle violently as he shakes more, and bleeds more. Soon his wailing behins again and Clarimond shuts and locks the door now that everyone is here. She puts a rag in the vampire's mouth, "Now can anyone of you read minds?"

Silvana let's go of Velok's arm once they are inside and looks curiousl at the device that the vampire is on.

Basilisk grasps Velok's hand and just watches. "It..has to be done right" she does smell the air, trying to detect blood or maybe fear.

Mikhail watches, his eyes focusing as everyone's attention seems to be on the gruesome spectacle as he stands in the shadows. Summoning both will and something else he disappears into the shadows. Velok and Clarimond sense something disappearing in that corner.

xxxxxWith Velok's arm free from Silvana, and his other hand firmly enclasped in Basilisk's, his blue eyes are free to roam from the soon to be tortured man, and Clarimond. "What exactly are you looking for?" He asks, glancing over towards the shadows when Mikhail backs into them. "Who is this person?" Another question he's been curious about and...one more. He did speak up after the topic of mind reading came up. "Isn't the idea of torture to have the person tell you what happens? If you actually want him to hurt, this contraption isn't what's going to do it."

Clarimond sighs, "He has been dominated and blood bound. He refuses to talk and I need someone to reach into his mind and tell me if his Pack leader, the Tzimisce that Basilisk drained dry, was working with the Baali. Her journal seems to imply as much. I want to know if she knows about me."

Mikhail continues to watch, but begins pacing around the room, circling it's perimeter.. patrolling the area as others deal with the messy business of interrogation. He never hits the direct light, and thus never becomes truly visible, and his feet make no sound so the last place people sensed him is likely that corner.

Silvana crosses her arms as she stares at the vampire with a rather thoughtful expressio.

Basilisk frowns. "I wouldnt know how. Does anyone?" she asks.

Clarimond waits for the verdict from Velok. Meanwhile her ghouls enter the garage after you hear car doors shut and Clarimond opens the door for them. They are carrying ropes and they begin to set up what looks like a gallows..

xxxxxVelok glances over towards Silvana, than back to Basilisk, then returns his attention to the poor tortured Sabbat. He stares deep into the man's eyes, furrowing his brow a little. His head tilts back and forth, giving little shakes of his head, then little nods. One of his hands reaches out and, unless Silvana ugh's, presses to her shoulder as he watches. He doesn't say anything for a couple minutes when suddenly he breaks contact with the two women. The Euthanatos steps forward quickly, approaching the Sabbat member and reaching out to punch him firmly within the gut. His other hand reaches up/down to try and grab at his hair, kneeling down if he has to (Whichever way the dude's head is) so that he can lean in and whisper into the Sabbat's ear. After that he rises, punching the man in the gut once more and returning back to the two women. "Giant Black Serpent, red eyes. That's your Baali. They seemed pretty intent on killing you, so I think your secret is out, Clarimond." When he returns, he stands a little closer to Silvana, reaching out to try and take her hand as he whispers something to her.

xxxxxIt's not visible, but when the sounds of cars approach the invisibl man becomes an invisible ten foot tiger than makes no sound as it approaches the doors. When it sees it's only Clarimond's little pets it returns to stalking around the garage, sniffing into the lower areas and around the doors.

Silvana doesn't move away or pull her shoulder at the touch from Velok. She watches though as he moves to punch the sabbat and raises a brow not saying anything but just watching when Velok reaches to take her hand she looks at him quietly before returning to look to the others. Silvana does take Veloks hand.

Basilisk tilts her head. "Secret?" she asks as she watches. She tilts her head more curious then afraid now. She actually moves closer to watch.

Clarimond nods and sighs, "I figured as much." She looks at Basil, "This is how I figured that they were coming the other night. I anticipated an assault and now I see that not only was my paranoia justified, but we are also dealing with something that is, for once, actually my fault. This Baali seems.. ancient.. she was Sumarian as a mortal. That makes her.. beyond old. She seems to have been around towards the end of the Sumerian Empire's reign. She has seen much of civilized man's history. If we run into her.. she will not be easy to kill. In fact I would hazard to guess that we would not survive the encounter." She gestures to her ghouls, "Take him down." The gallows is complete, but instead of a noose, you see a rope more so designed to hanging someone from their limbs. The Sabbat wails as he is taken from the triangle, and the vitae is seeping down from his anus, and has left a dark red stain on the triangle. They tie him upside down. The vampire is muttering something harshly, savagely. He glares at Silvana, "I was.. going to.. spare you and the.. chink mortal.. make you Sabbat.. spare you..we will.. we will rise again.." He says nothing else as the ghouls fasten his arms and legs, and he is hanging upside down. Sten and Lars take either end of a VERY long serrated saw, and they begin to slowly cut the Sabbat in half from his anus to his head.. this will take several minutes..

Basilisk nods "I would be ready to protect you from things like.." she looks at the writhing Sabbat. "This." she extends her fangs. "You leave the living people alone. They do not belong to you or your Sabbat!"

Mikhail continues to circle.. For the first time in quite a while he has come to Clarimond's call and not had to deal with monsters, claws, undead, knives or other unpleasantness.. it's actually a little surprising.. Oh sure a leech is being split in twain but who really worries about that.

xxxxxVelok anticipates people looking away. It's not an easy thing to watch someone quite literally be sawed in two, screaming all the way. No one would blame them. Velok doesn't. He sits there and stares throughout the entire sawing process. So often this man is the one doing the execution, it's a strange place for him to be one of those witnesses in the box, watching the lethal injection take place. Of course, this isn't a lethal injection, this is Grade A uncivilized Midevil processing. He says nothing, just holds Silvana's hand, then reaches out a bit and holds Basilisk's hand too. A united line minus Mikhail observing the passing of Sir Sabbatalot.

Silvana watches the vampire get put up and begins to get sawed in half. She is actually very very quiet and there is no emotions on her face, none what so ever as she stares at the man being tortured. She's at least breathing but she might as well be a statue right now.

Clarimond watches the Sabbat as his punishment is carried out, "THIS is all that you deserve.. Sabbat wretch! Your sect was responsible for so many ills.. now you face what your ancestors faced. My clan was torn apart just as you are being torn apart now!" He is screaming for his mother now, literally, his mortal mother! How long has this guy been a vampire? He is now torn in half up to his neck and he is still alive! The ghouls cut the ropes and the mess of a Sabbat is bleeding out, he'd be about to go into torpor, but Clarimond is not going to let it happen. She order him tied in chains, "When we leave this place, I want you to make sure that he is awake for the sunrise."

Basilisk takes Velok's hand and watches the proceedings. Her expression is blank for a moment, as she lowers her head. She holds her free hand out to Mikhail, as if offering him unity in the living watching the dead pass. Her expression is almost solemn. She has seen death before. In the sea, the animals eat each other frequently. But this is diferent. This is torture. This is death for justice. SOmething she's never seen before,but...something that oddly brings her peace.

Mikhail continues to circle, 10 feet of big, nasty tiger hidden completely in the shadows as if he's not even there, his paws make no sound. Perhaps if one listened very hard they might hear his breathing. He does not take Basil's hand, though she might feel a bit of fur brush by her fingers.

Clarimond watches the Sabbat being dragged away. He won't get the solace of death for several more hours. She is about to dismiss everyone when a roar is heard coming from outside. It's a tiger's roar. Mikhail would not have heard him coming because he has the same gifts and MORE. The Khan outside begins to attempt to bust down the door... fortunately this area is isolated and no mortals are here to witness the beast.

xxxxxNo jests, no quips, no fancy little sayings. A life is passing, to be reborn into another body, and Velok just watches. Despite all Clarimond's yelling, the weird possibility that she's potentially getting off on this, the man stays as statued as Silvana. Should anyone look, though, the signs are pretty clear. There are plenty of worse forms of torture and death that this man has seen, that he knows of, that the gross sounding sawing doesn't phase him. The blessings and curses of his tradition, a pretty clear lack of morality when these things happen. Even when the roar comes, Velok continues staring towards the Sabbat, letting everyone's hands drop from his own as the first notion of enemy arises. Of course. This time, there is no slurpee within his hands, and immediately his bow is retrieved.

Mikhail says nothing and really.. the roaring tiger could BE Mikhail since he no longer seems to be in the garage, but he moves to the side of the door being destroyed, his skin hardening as he focuses his will and his body lowering invisibly into a crouch ready to pounce on the beast as it charges in.. The whole room seems Wyrmy, but that thing outside especially so. It's good no one can see him though.. That way no one can see the sadness in his eyes... there's so few left....

Silvana might not have heard the thing coming but she surely felt him as she turns to look at the door letting go of Velok's hand before he let's go of hers and draws her sword at the ready, she is about to say something but too late

(One turn combat. Velok instant kills)

Clarimond watches the giant tiger brought down in one single hit. If not for Velok, that would never have happened, and everyone in here would probably have been killed. The assassin is now naked on the ground, pale skin, blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and quite a large fellow. He is cursing in Russian, writhing on the ground, unable to get up.

xxxxxZero fucks. That's as many fucks are given when Velok had that bow out. He raises the silver metal and notches the arrow in a fluid movement, just as his Ocelot is fading into view next to him. The shot hits its intended target as soon as Velok can see it, bringing it down in a single hit. Velok just lowers the bow afterwards, looking back towards Clarimond and staring at her. Job done.

Mikhail? Where's Mikhail... he's still not there.. Oh sure there's a voice that speaks in Russian to the cursing man as he squirms against the bow. <How art thou fallen?> the voice asks the other.

Silvana was all ready to use her sword but then Velok used that bow of his and down he went. She shrugs better for her at least she didn't break a nail or got blood on her clothes, that is getting a bit annoying to take off you know. When the man is tied up she keeps her sword out where he can see it as Mikhail speaks with him and she just quietly listens.

Clarimond continues to watch in silence. The Russian man on the ground is speaking to Mikhail in Russian, <You do not know or understand... we.. are dying.. but we do not have to die.. they can save our kind.. give us this blood.. make us strong. We live forever brother.. join me.. kill these people.. they are not.. your friends.. you would not even BE here if.. not for them... She will make you.. and all of us of our tribe.. immortal.. powerful.. we can kill all the Simba.. become the gods we were.. meant to be.."

<They would keep you from dying yes... but you would no longer live either.. We are Life.. we are the life of the Emerald Mother.. of this WORLD. Yes, it will get worse, but this is not the way to survive the sixth age.. not by becoming of the Centipede.> He laughs, <Kill the Simba?! If we even cared so much about the False Kings and their Bloody Crown wiped them out long ago. But they TOO have a part to play.. The only one who's part has played out... is yours. You have lost your way. You are no longer Khan...>

Silvana twirls her sword a bit just quietly watching and listening.

xxxxxMikhail and the Khan are having a discussion, and Velok is pretty okay with that. He speaks Russian, and is pretty easily able understand what's going on. He doesn't intrude, though. This is Mikhail's part. He does look down towards the arrow, then up towards Mikhail. "Should I tell him I'm going to need that back." Velok whispers to Silvana, his hand idly pointing towards the arrow, but he doesn't actually move to take it, standing and waiting. Slowly Velok kneels down and reaches out to pet his Ocelot. "Good girl."

Clarimond|| The Wyrmy Khan snarls, <You have no right to say that.. I am older than you whelp. You speak of things you do not understand, I have seen our people slaughtered, left to rot in the sun. This is our salvation and the Khan must change. She is inviting ALL of the Fera to her that will come.. a dog has already been given the embrace, as she calls it, and he was the first. I was to be next after I killed you all but I see now that it is I who will die. Such ignorance you have you kitten. Now before I die.. you must know.. and this is for your sake.. that mortal woman.. Misa? Yes.. she is in danger.. our mistress.. she contacted the Triads.. they are here.. I tell you only because I know that I will die.. and you cannot stop her.. but perhaps you will save your friend... instead of going after HER." He grins and begins to laugh.

Silvana looks at Velok then at the tied up russian, man why do they have to be so big. She shrugs "if you really want it back then I guess"

Mikhail's disembodied voice continues always in Russian, <Ahh, but I do... For I am Aka of Khan, -I- am the Iron Pillar, and you... whatever rank you hold.. you hold it to nothing more than disease and filth, to decay.. Not life...> He listens for a moment at the description of their kin.. of the invitation to the Fera, of the 'dog' he is already aware of, and then the secret. Velok may not see it but Mikhail knows the man speaks Russian and is protective of Misa, he knows Velok understood. He turns back to face the Khan.. <.I don't suppose I can talk you into reclaiming the emerald path.. the path of Life and protection, instead of the path of unlife and a decaying existence?> he says. There is a sadness in his voice.

xxxxxThey're Russian. Natural selection allows them to be pretty big. Velok continues petting his cat, then sends Fearless off towards Basilisk to plop down into her lap, Velok rising back up to his feet. When he hears Misa's name, there's nothing that plays across his face, not even the talk of the Triads changes his demeanor. Surely it's noted, all of it. Velok being one that understands far more than anyone else. That remarkable passivity once more on his face. Never mind that his hand has found his phone and is texting away. Probably ordering pizza and not finding out if Misa is okay or anything. Mmm Pizza.

Clarimond|| The Khan narrows his eyes, <YOu think you can save ME? From what? From surviving?> But it's clear now, he is defeated, he knows he was fooled, <She.. has never turned any others but that dog.. so many Fera slaughtered.. for what? A promise? A broken promise? SHe was never going to turn me, she would have used immortality as a lure, and kept me running until my death. Can what I have done be changed?>

<Actually.. if it makes you feel better.. I think she would have tried.. and you like so many others would have died in the attempt. If you know are as wise as you claim you know there are ways.. but you must be sincere.. or the first step will be the last... you will suffer worse tortures than even that leech whose blood marks the ground, and all in the attempt to cleanse you.. and because your salvation is not sincere... after you have suffered you shall die... But... if.. if you truly remember your true Mother.. the Emerald Mother and wish to do her well.. then your road will be long, and hard, but it will be infront of you, for you to journey, and you will have brothers beside you along the way.> Mikhail says.

Silvana keeps playing with that sword as she listens to the conversaton, her eyes fixed on the tainted Khan.

xxxxxVelok returns his bow to his back, cause he's not all weird and stuff. He's listening, taking note of everything, but he doesn't actually look like he's going to intrude. A lot of it he doesn't understand so much, but this will raise questions for later.

Clarimond|| The man rolls onto his back, a gesture that every cat knows well, and since he is naked, he is setting aside his vanity, and his man parts are showing. Complete vulnerability. The Khan's shame and defeat is complete and now he clearly wants to return to the path he was born with.

Mikhail removes the arrow, definitely.. It's not clear when he became visible again, but he is as he hands the arrow back to Velok.. <.I am taking him with me...> he tells the other man.. claiming him like he did the Ajaba. <If you have questions, ask them now...>

xxxxxVelok reaches out, taking the arrow back and wiping it off on his clothes. He looks from Mikhail over towards the Khan, then shrugs. "You know what you're doing." Velok responds. To most people, that sounds practically arrogant, but from Velok...it might even be a compliment. No fighting or arguing or even questions. "Just make sure he doesn't know anything we don't already know about our target." Short, simple, to the point.

Mikhail nods, then returning to the Khan, he promptly cracks the man across the jaw, putting him unconscious, and lifting the man onto his broad shoulders in a fireman's carry and begins jogging with him.. still on silent feet.