2014.07.20 Fuck Those Carnies

Fuck Those Carnies
Saving a kid from evil Carnies
IC Date	July 20, 2014
IC Time	Various
Players	Sirus, Conrad, Slaine, Tiffani, Caerwyn, Sterling, Clara
Location	Various

Begin Log

The founding out The Truth from beyond space and time-

Sirus is sitting at the putter happily typing away."Hey sexy," He has the whole file organized now and starts with the first picture now of a cute little boy around 13 or 44. "This kid Jackie David Monroe. Is my newest case he went missing three days ago. Parents divorced roughly and mom thought he was with dad. He is not just missing." He turns and pads the chair next to him softly.

Slaine moves to settle down beside him in the chair, fixating upon the screen as he shows him the picture of the young boy. "So, he has been kidnapped.."

Sirus nods softly. "Or run away never know. My job is to figure that out. I use magick good old ground work and phone calls and anything else to find them. I have contacts and that. So first step is to figure out real life then mystical." He nods towards her slowly and then says softly"So how do you feel you would start this case my dear?"

Slaine leans in close to the screen and looks closely."Well, admittedly I would scry upon the child.. I am capable of doing such things with absolute strangers now.. It has opened up my skill. Even if it is the only one I have." She grins.

Sirus nods softly "Well do you wish to do so?" He is a tad worried about what she might see."That method is the most dangerous but most effective of course."

Slaine looks to him, noting the worried expression, "I've seen a number of things, never have I found the most pleasant.. I assure you, I can handle anything I see." She winks. "I know it is the most effective course, and at least cuts down your time, bringing you possibly closer to finding him sooner rather than later."

Sirus sighs gently and nods his head slowly."If you wish to go ahead and go for it. Just don't blame me promise me thatfor what you see?" He then looks at her darkly and nods to himself."What do you need to do this for a focus?"

Slaine looks to Sirus, "Do not fear this mind.. It is not as fragile as you may think. I may be seelie but I am not no fool. I need bones, and blood, mine shall do fine..And you can print me a picture of this child?"

Sirus nods softly and pushes print on his printer and a high quality picture stars to print. He is back in a few moments with a few skulls and hands it to her."I will not answer what it is or from it's from it shall and will suit your needs I hope." He then sits down on the couch with a smirk on his face and watches her softly.

Slaine mmms, "A bowl?" She asks lastly, and now looks down to the skulls which are here, "I should remember to keep some of my bones with me." Certainly not the style he might have expected for a seelie. Kinda dark really. "I would not be asking the sources of the bones, I have my own vast collection." She smiles a little toothily now, then as she begins to set things up the pictures of the child are printed and offered to her she takes it into her hand, "Oh, I suppose a knife may be necessary too."

Sirus nods and gabs a knife from his collect this one ornate sheath and a curved handle and a well taken of blade. He also brings in a bone bowl slowly with a grin and then leans back on the couch."Is it stick this makes you hotter?" He closes his eyes and then opens them."Also why this way only unseelie like use the old ways of blood and bone."

Slaine places the bowl down, where she cuts into her palm, allowing several drops of blood into the bowl, one photograph is dropped into it as the other two are given a heart drawn upon them in her blood around his face, then rolled up into the eye sockets of the skull. Speaking softly, "These are some of the methods I learned from my mentor.. An old sluagh.. I may tell you of her later.." She looks around for a lighter.

Sirus hands her her a old zippo normally used for candles beat up and cheap and shite.

Slaine takes the lighter, looking at it as she accepts it from him. The rolled up photographs are lit up, giving him back the lighter, only to turn and take up the skull holding either side, her voice lifting up as she sings a soothing lullaby to the bone skull, to the child whom she focuses on. The smoke billowing around her, the ashes to fall down in the bowl of blood and pictures, "A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain Softly blows o'er lullaby bay. It fills the sails of boats that are waiting-- Waiting to sail your worries away.It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain And your boat waits down by the quay.The winds of night so softly are sighing--Soon they will fly your troubles to sea.So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain.Wave good-bye to cares of the day.And watch your boat from Hushabye MountainSail far away from lullaby bay." Her voice so soothing so entrancing and all it could put anyone to sleep or calm them easily. As the smoke flows around her the ashes fall she begins to turn down to focus at the blood and ash which falls below over the photo.

The deepest darkness and pain these are the first two things you can feel. The ropes dig into then flesh of the young boy and the chain around his neck is digging in holding him against the hot pipe. He is crying softly and hoping the men don't come for him again and suddenly the door is flung open and light pours into the room. The smell of cheap cigarettes and alcohol drifts into the room and the man is covered in shadows."Boy it's time for my turn ya ready?" The child slowly nods remembering when he said no it was much worse. That was the first day and the other man took his sweet time and trained him well not to fight back.

Sirus sits on the couch siting her impressed with her singing and slides the lighter away slowly. He then sips a cup of coffee from a fresh batch and is a tad worried about her. He then nods softly as he watches her knowing that she thinks she will be fine hoping she is right.

Slaine is locked in her vision, pushing and pushing to see more, gain a feel of more of what is there, speaking aloud, "In the darkness there is pain. Twisting and biting the ropes, his name.. He I see the tears they flow, the darkness in fear, comfort below, away from the things up at the stairs, wishing forgotten and no one to care. No one to want, to have, to take, no one to break. The door it opens the light pours in, hopelessness haven and giving in. Giving in means less pain, willingly goes, Boy, his name."

The man grabs the boy and turns his mouth upward and you can hear thundering of a belt."Your other hole is too ripped too much from yesterday. So this one will do fine." The man smells of rancid cigarettes and beer sweat and shitty fatty foodies. He enters the boys mouth roughly sending the flesh into the pipe. His back is cooking like bacon as the man does the dead moaning with pleasure.It is now you notice that the boy is totally naked and he keeps on getting this rough treatment. The boy is now crying praying to a god that will never come. "Come one come all welcome to the barbnes circus of fun." is blasted out into the room as the door is open and you can hear a crowd gathering i the distant it sounds close but not super close.

Slaine grips the skull tightly, her knuckles whiten, "Taken always, taken again, mouth is silenced by the shaft of the fancied beer and cigarette, vileness of fatty foods, he bangs and burns. Burns his flesh boils, bubble sand bakes, as his tormentor takes and takes. Barbnes circus of fun, come own come all cum in his hall the crowds gather and cheer as they all watch and bask in the show."

Sirus looks up and quickly at the circus comment and runs to the computer and starts to type quickly. He looks at the puter trying to find what she is talking about.

The man quickly zips his pants the taste i the child's mouth. The man ruffles his hair gently lovingly and then drops a day old hamburger down for the child."Eat child you will be free for the rest of the day." The door closz and the child is left in the dark crying to himself.

"The show goes on till the child is fed white liquid, praise to be given a treat for him to eat, freedom the rest of the day. His darkness to care and soothe him once more bound to the radiator behind the door." Her hands shake as she holds tight to the skull staring at it as it soon smolders and burns dropping the last of the ash down to the bowl.

Sirus looks at her worried."Well that thing called Barbnes is a real circus and it was in town when he went missing in Texas next stop is Nevada. Not far from here at all. How bad is it?" He looks at the girl wanting for her t snap all the way back truly scared for the kid that circus had dealt with this asshats before.

Slaine takes a while before placing the skull down, breathing slowly. Her eyes turn upwards, after a long moment of silence, "I would not give him too much time. I know how I could endure such torture, but this child. He will not. This is nothing no child should have to endure. We need to get to him, and fast."

Sirus nods softly and sighs softly."The cops take days and that sounds like something we don't have. I wonder if we could get a few people and go get him." He glances down at his phone with frown."I could try con-man and t. You got anyone?" All fun is gone from him and he sighs softly and knows this has to be quick there and back trip.

The truth from beyond space and time-Gathering the crew

Sirus sighs softly and looks at his group."I will be saying things some of you know but I doubt everyone knows the whole story. I hunt the lost and battered children of the world it is my job. Well a few years ago I found about a circus that steals kids and uses them. I brought charges against them and they went away and the member that I caught went missing. They have popped up on my radar again thanks to Slaine." He looks at her softly with thanks in his eyes."We are going to stomp his motherfucking face into the ground and I want you all to come with me. I will be leading this mission and the goal is well as little violence as possible just a plain old rescue. When he is safe I'll call the my employer and he will take the kid home. Got it. I normally do this shite on my own but this time it's a tad bigger then me. If you don't want in there's the door." He points and then looks at his friends slowly wondering if they will stick around or not.

Tiffani nods to Slaine, reassured she is okay. Almost a icy stone look to her eyes now, stands near the wall at attention. Glances to Conrad once he comes in, and a firm nod to Caerwyn once he comes in. Steely look at all of them, expression really washed of all emotion. Crosses her arms over her chest. Eyes go to the door during Sy's speech, no intention of leaving.

Conrad blinked. Well then. That was quite a tale. Hunting down people and beating their face in and snagging kids. He's never done that before, but he's done a few rescue jobs here and there. "Well. You asked for help. So! I'm here to help." His logic is...amazingly simple. Then again he told Sirus he would help when asked.

Slaine makes a glance to Tiffani, "Thank you.." then looks to Sirus as he speaks, the others how are gathered, she thinks on who all is being brought in. In her mind, her calculations she is not the best selection for the task. She is good at starting it, not partaking, as the last battle proved. Tipping her head, to Sirus, "Unless I can think of a use for myself, I would say I have little to offer for your mission. You know that it is not that I do not wish to help. I am not the one you bring in this." Caerwyn just nods once, leaning up against one of the walls, his arms crossed over his chest as he listens to the plans

Sirus shakes his head softly towards Slaine"You will be there to comfort the little guy you saw his mind you should understand him. We have big toughs we need soft. Sadly I'm not soft. He needs to not fear us and come with us without a fight. I think you would be very good at that Slaine." He turns to the rest looking at the army of muscle before him knowing they are to a certain extent just as cold as him their own rights."We will get him and you will comfort that is my plan but if you wish to sit out you shall. I can fight but the emotional bit at the end comforting the broken is not something I know." He sighs gently wishing this sentence was not the god damn truth.

Tiffani is cold stone. Eyes staring ahead rather distant, her head deep in thought. Her fists clench hard enough her knuckles pop. Teeth almost grind. She watches the others to see who is going to bail. Breathing in and out through her nose, in silence.

Conrad lets out a breath. "I can do a stealth op pretty on the izzy. If you point me in the right direction, I could give you a 411 on the best ways to get in." His best talent is his eyes, and he makes no compunction about his best trait. "Just need to see where we'd be going and scope it out. Points of entry, areas to avoid, things like that."

"Kicking the door in, rushing it quickly and taking out anyone who's armed while their still reeling has it's own merits, but if you need quiet I can do that as well."

Sirus nods softly and looks at T."Do you have a car that can get us all there back and safe. We are going to neveda and we need to get there quick as pie. I don't want to tele back there is fine but not back it has to not look weird on the way back. He will be questioned and we need it on the up and up." He takes out a knife made out of bone and with a curved handle and sldies it into a sheath at his belt."We will go in quiet as we can save the kid get the fuck out any questions?"

Tiffani chews her lip. Her car page was the best for space and speed, though the purple color was sort of a dead giveaway. "I can't park close, but it'll get us there quick." Thinks she is going to have to work on a new auto since this looks like it may be a usual thing for awhile. Nods a bit.

Caerwyn glances out to the curb "How many cars do we need? Or I can just get us a van?" he settles his gaze back over to the group Conrad shrugs. "I have my truck. Whichever is best for the task. GTFO mode might make us have to do a little chase through the desert, so maybe something with a little bit of a grip?" He doesn't know the most about cars or trucks or things like that. What he does know he learned from learning to fix his own truck. Which...in the grand scheme of things isn't much.

Tiffani chews her lips a bit impatiently, "Page, has 6 seats, plus extended open trunk space. Hot rod modified roadster. You guys are insulting me with your horrible glorifies bicycles you call vechiles." Icy. Shakes her head. "If we happen on MORE children, Some of you guys can come back via Wayfare."

Sirus smiles at T's joke"Well T you win get it come back here. Everyone meet back here in one hour weapons and shite. We are going quick and we are going now. Meet up at the mall and then off we go on the road." He nods softly and then lights cig quickly with a flick of his thumb and inhales deeply."This is going to be bad. I'm sorry for doing this but it had to be done."

At the carnival(Ill omens)

The drive is quick and fast in the car that T promised and like clockwork in a few hours they are outside of a small town in the middle of nowhere in Neveda. The air is filled with music from the hill the crew has parked on and Sirus is leaning against the car smoking taking it in."The last time I went after these fucks they killed the one I fingered and then moved to canada for a year. They will do anything to keep this nightmare factory open. They pick based on something and then steal the little bastard off into the night. As far as I can tell they are human but one never knows." He flicks the cig towards the lights in the distance the tents and rides visible from here. It is a large carnival and does not look like it should be able to move but some how the carnies do it this one actually has a large rollercoaster not huge but large. The sound of laughter and whoops and holalrs can be heard even from the hill this is one hopping place.

Caerwyn pages: oh yeah, he's got some armor on, but its chimerical. I should probably get him some kevlar or some shit. he's got the money for it lol

Tiffani has been seriously edgy since they crossed the state border into Nevada, looks paler some how. Hands were tight on the steering wheel. Gets out of the car with a sigh and looks up at the carnival, stern in her features, shakes her head to Sirus. Then to Caerwyn and Conrad as they emerge out of the car.

Caerwyn pulls his shirt back down over his torso before sliding out of Page (man that sounds weird) covering a kevlar vest, he flicks his thumb and slides the safety on of an old army issue 1911 pistol and tucks that into his pants, covering the grip with the same shirt. Reaching back into the car/truck/thing he pulls out a sheathed macheted and slams that down his left pant leg, keeping the grip of that above his belt as well. He pulls out a swagger stick from the car and leans against it. In the fae the stick is something far more fun, a simple bastard sword with dully glowing icy blue runes along the blade. He hears the laughter and frowns, staring at the rifle case he brought as well. "Well...damn..."

Conrad is dressed in light armor with his longsword at his side. He moves in the back of the group, his glasses pushed up over his eyes and then sets them properly on his nose. When the area is spoken about my Sirus, he gives a thoughtful expression but doesn't say anything for now.

Sirus slowly looks over to the fair ground slowly and around to his friends."Who is the best at sneaking I'm decent at it. Anyone else able to blend into a crowd. We should scout and then txt when we find the kiddo." He nods softly and sighs softly."Running in guns a blazing will kill innocent people I want to keep this quiet as shite."

Tiffani clicks her tongue a bit. "I don't think we can walk into the main gate with 'Army of one' over here." Gestures to Caerwyn. Eyes look everyone over. "Conrad, you said you can look around without being noticed? Perhaps .. find the exact location. So we can move in as quickly and efficiently as possible?" Nods in agreement with Sy. "Myself and the human armory here can stay behind until we get the info to move in?" Looks at them questioningly.

Conrad looks at the three of them and lets out a small little breath. "Yeah..let me see if I can do something real quick." He lets out a breath, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Tiffani leans into Page, her car, readying herself for what's coming. Has her phone at the ready, for when the message comes through. Not much she can do but punch assholes in the face as hard as she can, drive and provide moral support. And she didn't know how much of the later she could handle. Wiggling her foot in a nervous manner, muttering incoherent syllables under her breath.

Sirus slowly makes his wayt down towards the carnival with a smirk on his face. There is a huge lane for tickets and right one a family of 6 walks through he blends right in with them and gets inside. He sticks to the line right inside waiting for his friends for cotton candy with a smirk on his face. He hopes they do as well as he does getting into the carnival. He idle thumbs his knife making sure it is ready for quick action and waits.

Tiffani is fairly shealthy for a troll, or just very freaking lucky they were wheeling in porta potties just at that moment and could walk behind it to gain entrance into the Carni-evil. Catches up with Sirus, not as quickly, but was able to pull it off.

Caerwyn moved with a slight limp, of course brought on by the fact he shoved a blade down his pants, he uses his swagger stick to offset it and make it look natural and hey having greyhair pays off for once and he moves along to blend in with the crowd Conrad slipped in following Sirus's lead, he slips past the booths and joins up with Sirus with far less pizzazz than the rest of them, but manages to shuffle through during an influx of people leaving to make the way through.

Sirus nods softly and then looks around with a smirk."Now to find the kid. He was totally in the dark and could almost hear the music is what Slaine told me." He is flustered a tad when he says her name at the idea of such a pretty gal seeing the horrors of this place."It was fucking horrible she said." He then starts towards the carnival slowly."Most likely where they sleep and live cause I know it's the carnies due to my last case."

Tiffani gazing around the patrons, the rides, the booths and gets side tracked with the color of lights and music. Eye kind of get distant and almost loses pace with the group. Looks over to the roller coaster, looks like no one is passing the structure and people are getting turned away or deverted. Taps Sy on the shoulder and points in that direction with 2 fingers. "Looks barricaded from the public." She hushes a bit.

Conrad follows the lead. He eyes where Tiffani gestures toward and looks over towards it. Barricades always mean fun things!

Caerwyn shifts his "hobbling" and meanders his way over, vaguely following along with the rest of the group, mumbling something about "whippersnappers"

Sirus up slowly and grabs a hat off a man walking past and pulls it down slowly and then walks up to the men and whispers something and they look a tad annoyed. He takes out his wallet and hands the man 200 dollars in one quick motion. The man nods and let's sirus pass and his party. He waits on the other side of the gate and you can now barely hear the sounds of the carinval. On this side all you can smell is stale beer brunt popcorn. Also it is deadly quiet on this side of the fence and he leans against the wall waiting for his crew.

Tiffani watching the others, gets a corner tug in her lip at Caerwyn, really dipped into his persona. She goes back to stone serious, not as nervous at the moment, with the people milling around. Stiffens once the gate is closed behind them. Keeping out an eagle eye on everything. Too quiet and too still for her, she muttering syllables under her breath, too tall for anyone to really hear her little chant.

Conrad keeps the slow and steady pace. He keeps back near Caerwyn though, at times taking up the role of the urban youth and telling 'gramps' to 'get a move on' or 'they'll miss the whole carnival'. The Scathach's choice to limp makes him slow-moving compared to Sirus and Caerwyn so he keeps a pace that allows him to stay near Caerwyn. The last thing that needs to happen is that Caerwyn gets jump on his own as they move ahead.

You are in the bad part of the carnival the part with the drugs the alcohol and the local hookers. The place that makes the magic of childhood curl up and die like a rat with too many maggots. Sirus moves quickly here use to this kind of place hoping his friends have the stomached for it. A carnie with a hooker bobbing her head that smells like a good day at the garbage dump is servicing a man with a needle jammed in his arms. He moves past this without looking but heads where the man told him the merch is. He motions for his friends to follow him and motions for them not to sneak they have bought their way into hell. Everywhere you look more darkness exists in the world of this carnival these are the people we trust to run rides and help kids laugh these god damn monsters.

Caerwyn glares around him darkly, he straightens his form and quickens his pace "This is where dreams go to die." no longer playing the part of old man as he keeps his head on a swivel

Tiffani kind of has that deer in the headlights look. Almost completely freezes, she's been in dark alleys and even bar fights, but this was smack dap in the middle of childhood meets the bad touch zone. She murmurs again, same rhythm of the syllabols earlier, "Dark.. dark.. place.." trails off again, realized that one was audible and tries to tone it down. Breathing gets a bit quicker, her shoulder flex in anger.

Conrad looks at the craziness and does not share the dark reactions of his companions. Things like this was what Conrad was used to. Drugs, sex and hedonism to the point of burnout were things he noticed commonly living in a box in an alley in the streets. His eyes didn't give any hinted reflection, it as was if he was passing mere pedestrians. "Replacing a lifeless existance for a mutated lifeless existance. These people will not know what hit them." When the time comes, they will turn. One day, they will. It makes Conrad's upper lip twitch.

Sirus takes it all in with a soft shrug. He truly does not care this happens shite happens life sucks then you die. But the point is to enjoy when you can and love when you can and save who you can. He pushes his way into a trailer slowly and then steps inside. A two over weight bastards sit at the table and glare up at him. The bigger one the covered in grease of fast food looks up sternly."What the fuck do you want?" As he speaks in his gruff southern accent pieces of half digested hamburger spit out towards the group."This is god damn private." Sirus hands clench and release over and over as he is slowly waiting for all his friends to enter before he does anything. The room smells of week old stale cigarettes alchol and stale food.

Conrad stood near Caerwyn in the back, which of course made him hardly visible due to Tiffani...but you know? He didn't mind :)

Tiffani goes in beside Sirus, steps to the side of the doorway to let the rest in, 6 foot tall, death look stare. Not a woman you want to cross in a dark alley at night. She meant business and she looked it. Clenched her jaw, crossing her arms, standing to the side of Sirus, to let room for the others.

The big one laughs gently and pulls out his knife and then laughs gently."I love fresh meat and I think I have found some. Why the fuck are you here?" Sirus then grins from ear to ear and pulls out his wallet and slowly thumbs out money."I was told you had a pretty little boi. I like em young and I was told this was the place. I like em beaten in and broken don't have the time to do it myself man." He grins like a toreador like the fox he truly is and he seems mad into this. He rubs his hands greedily and then looks at his friends and they believe they have brought this monster to buy a toy."So I'm give you 600 big ones for the kid." He shoves the money at the guys with a wink and nod."I was told you break em in like no-one else." They look at the money and then each other gulping hard debating on taking the cash and then the big one grabs it from him and hands Sirus a key."He is in the back of the shed we keep the tools in under the floor boards he is yours sir." Sirus grins with pleasure and then pockets the keys waiting to see what his friends will do.

Conrad observes. It's what he does. He observes. When Sirus gets the key he looks at it and then looks back to the dudes, and then seems to just...leave. Nope, Conrad has no further business here it would seem. He knows where the Trailer is, he can ask something to break down and trap them without air later.

The wooden cane creaks quietly as his knuckles go white as he holds it but he manages to keep his cool and nods, shuffling after, giving a quiet cackle "Ohh...love em young." dirty old man? Check.

Tiffani 's knuckles crack again, her fists clenching very hard. Biting her lip, Sy's performance was so belieable she had a hard time not punching him. Wouldn't have believed him, if she hadn't seen him shaken up about his last case. Nostrils pretty much flare with her breathing.

Sirus nods softly and tips his hat slowly."Nice doing business with you." He then turns and walks out quickly with a soft motion he drops a small mirror on the floor. He then walks down the stairs from the trailer and stops waiting for his friends to arrive with a smirk on his face.

Tiffani follows pretty quickly, thankful to be away from the horrible stench. Body was taunt with anger. Rolling sea, ready to engulf the first thing she can tear her hands through. Stands beside Sirus, dutifully.

Caerwyn continues on with that fake limp, though a cloud of darkness settled over his features he kept quiet and just ambled along after the others

Sirus starts to walk towards the trailer slowly taking in all the faces he can see shaking his head. This is one hell of a place why the fuck do people bring their kids here. He truly does not care about their actions but what they do to the kids. He moves up to the trailer and unlocks it quickly and holds the door open for his friends. Inside it smells of cooked meat bbq and sweet and the faint order that is sex and tears. It is a ordor Sirus is use to and at this point in his life after living in mexico city he does not even flinch as he enters and slowly starts to kick the floorboards with the heel of his boot.

Tiffani realizes at this point she would probably need a uniform to be part of Sirus hit squad. Believes that maybe a leather jacket and slacks and military boots make make her look more no nonsense. Continues to follow the group not trying to look at anything in particular. Follows, murmuring again once they get to the trailer, "the sun.. the sun.. is going down." Shuts it this time, sundown was hours ago, T was stuck in some sort of chant out of anger, nerves or whatever.

Conrad follows into the trailer, giving the place a look around. He looks over as Sirus starts pulling up floorboards and decides that four hands are faster than two. So he assists.

Caerwyn glances at the closed door then back over "So we just walk out with the kid?" he leans up against the door and keeps lookout through the windows pose shakes his head slowly."Yeah thats the plan man. Thats the fucking plan." He then hears con-man kick a spot and metallic tink can be heard. He walks over to it slowly droping down to his knees and lifts it up. The smell of burned bbq chicken drifts upwards now from this hole in the ground. Sirus sighs softly still sadly use to this shit and starts to climb down slowly and you can now hear soft crying as he descents down into the pit and hear him whispering something. The smell is getting worse almost if a chicken is being turned on a spit slowly and sirus mutters softly.

Sirus shakes his head slowly."Yeah thats the plan man. Thats the fucking plan." He then hears con-man kick a spot and metallic tink can be heard. He walks over to it slowly droping down to his knees and lifts it up. The smell of burned bbq chicken drifts upwards now from this hole in the ground. Sirus sighs softly still sadly use to this shit and starts to climb down slowly and you can now hear soft crying as he descents down into the pit and hear him whispering something. The smell is getting worse almost if a chicken is being turned on a spit slowly and sirus mutters softly.

Tiffani puts on a straight face, straightens and follows in, trying not to hit her head. Syllabols going again, really fast, but it seems to have a calming effect now. Grimaces, she knows she's not going to like what she finds.

Conrad was about to lean down but Sirus has it. He instead lets out a breath and waits, looking down the hole as the crying starts. He lets out a breath and decides to follow Sirus, moving down the hole shortly thereafter.

Caerwyn tucks his cane through his belt and makes the climb down, his nose wrinkling only a moment as he's smelled far worse before. He knew what he was going to see was going to be pretty bad

The kid is nude and has a chain around his throat attaching to the hot radiator behind him and his arms are tied around it as well. He is covered in blood and seems to be babbling about god and demons and angels. Sirus has a pen light attached to the wall and is trying to undo the coarse wire they used on his hands not worried about the padlock yet. He is working slowly to make sure the damage is not too server. From the bruising he has been tied to this for two days and sirus is getting the brunt of the cooked smell the kids back. There is garbage and used food wrappers all over and hard stale burger with maggots in front of the child in the light. His front is covered in burn as well but not as bad as the back it seemed they raped him over and over using this hot pipe to square him for the best bits even his face and hands are burnt. This is truly the work of two grade A mother fucking monsters. The smell of cooked flesh and the tears and sex is now over powering in this room it is like walking into the middle of a snuff film without the need erection.

Conrad could take a horrible or six....but whoof. He lands down in the compartment and narrows his eyes looking around. "Sweet jesus." He shakes his head, looking up as everyone starts to come down. "I'll go back up and keep watch." Sirus seems the expert and will know how to get the kid out of the setup. "I'll stomp on the floor if someone is coming." He returns up.

Tiffani huffs roughly, "Dark.. dark.. place." She says again, and rips off her plaid shirt, had a lace shirt underneath so she didn't care and went to the kid immidiately. She puts a comforting pat on the kids head as she wraps her shirt around him, gentle on the burns, poor kid was covered in human filth, but she didn't care. "Shh.. It's okay." Ready to snap her hand over his mouth so he doesn't scream. "Sy, hurry up and untie, the poor kid." She just had focus on the kid, was trying to blind herself to the rest

Caerwyn lets out a low growl as he looks around, he had seen the worst of humanity throughout the ages and this still got to him. His gaze hardens and he straightens "Yeah..right then." that hand flashes back and undoes the zipper on the case over his back, a heavy wooden rifle worn down with age falls into his hands. He tugs the "machete" out from his pants and sets the bayonette into the lug of his M-1 Garand as if he's done it a thousand times before. Ten pounds of wood and metal with a foot of steel blade to back it up, someone brought the fun. "We're walking out over some bodies." he turns and goes to make his way back up into the trailer. The yellow of his eyes swirls away into icy blue as he makes that climb

Sirus nods softly and slowly finshes off the piece of wire and then unlocks the pad lock quickly with a lockpick and jumps to his feet. He ruffles the boys hair with a smirk."Your good I'm the hero your the princess let's get the fuck out." He then starts up the ladder nowing T will bring the child as she has already moved to do so. He grabs the light first though so she does not see what he saw no-one needs to see that. He sighs softly with content the good deed done for the night.

Tiffani wraps the kid in her shirt, and picks him up like a firefighter would, holding him to her breast. She may have lied about the maternal instinct shit. Strokes the kids dirty hair from his face. "You're okay, we got you." Starts to follow "Sy, how are we going to get him out of the park without anyone seeing?" Comes quickly up the stairs, not letting go of the kid for dear life. Eyes meet Conrad's when she emerges, and she waits a moment for the others.

Caerwyn snorts out a breath "We can wisk him away with the arts." he looks over his rifle and makes sure it's loaded "I'm going out the front door." Gone was the false limp and old man attitude, replaced by the cold logic of a soldier of a thousand fields.

Conrad eyed the group as they came up. He looked back out the door and when he heard Caerwyn take on that Scathach tone he looked back at him and stretched an arm out. "Dude. Seriously. The moment you shoot of that M-1 every fucker's gonna be snapping face shots of you and posting them on the internet. First, there's a kidlet we gotta get to safety...somehow, first, -then- you can go and break face. The last thing we need to do is bring these fuckers to Prospect or worse, the cops hunting for you."

Sirus shakes his head softly."I doubt there will be trouble and if it is it will be quiet knives and clubs their style not guns." He slides his blade out slowly making it vanish into his sleeve."You shot that and we are fucked dude." He then slowly toes open the door and that is when it happens the bullets start to fly right at sirus as he tries to leave. Sirus hits the ground hard and he is down for the count it seems. Blood pouring out of his shirt in big red drips.

The gun explodes in the man's greese fat hand it seems some of he takes about as good care of his gun as he does his body it erupts into a backfiring messes in his hand and he throws it down angerily and slides out a blade. He had hurt one of them and shall hurt them his favorite way now with his blade. The fatman walks slowly into the room with a soft smile on his face. Tiffani is holding the kid and Conrad is grabing a shield now and Caewyn slowly sips a potion and this fat man is now in arms reach of them all smirking.

The man is about to swing at the good ole Conard and then the first swing from the bayonet and he slowly side steps it with a smirk and then well the amazing happens Caerwyn in a burst of fae rage juice spins the waeapon quickly and jams it into the man chest and then with more fae rage yanks it out and stabs it right into the man's eye socket just leaving a whole as he yanks the weapon free. T is holding the chiuld turning him away from the combat and sirus is just lying there cought up a blood surprised still by the shoot heard run the camp Once the fat fuck was down and out and completely dead. Gripping the kid, she drops down next to Sy. "Sirus!" Gets a hand free, balancing the kid on her knee and shoulder, holding him with one arm. Checks if Sirus is breathing with the other. "Sy, Answer me!"

Sirus smiles up at her."Can we just get the fuck outta here before more get here. Wisk us away with the wings of angels." He nods softly and then spits up more blood with a grin."Maybe right to the car in the blink of an eye or some shit."

Caerwyn smoothly pulls the blade from the dead man, his voice still eerily quiet "Don't need to fire when you bring a bayonette. He had a friend when we walked in." he keeps watch on the outside, looking for more sickos to show up

Conrad twitches his lips, looking at Sirus and Tiff, then to Caerwyn and the kidlet. This is the type of stuff he knows how to do. He leans down and takes the switchblade. Not a sword...but it'll manage for now. If push comes to shove his longsword is at the ready to strike. "A second dude?" He looks around. Truth. However, the Pattern kicks in. Retracing the steps in the Pattern from when they came in to the greasy dudes trailer to the tool shed. "We have about 5-6 minutes of freedom tops. Give or take a minute or two."

Tiffani starting to look more and more like a fierce mama bear by the second. "IS it too far to teleport to the car? IF so, someone carry the kid and I'll carry Sy. Once there I can drive like the fucking wind." Demand, and sort of a beg.

Sirus struggles to his feet quickly with a grin and shakes of his head."Nah I gots this. I fucking gots this." He spits up more blood slowly and catches it in his hand. He then takes out a bottle of cleaning bleach and drops it all over his blood just dumping it out he has it in three different pill bottles making sure to get it all."Come on let's go no more blood and no more bleach." He makes sure it gets on all of the blood with shoe and then starts to limp out of the trailer."The other one will have to talk to ring master Phil about this has to get the okay to hunt us. Most likely if we got out quick it'll be a no he hates to chase." He leans against things as he moves quickly towards the car looking for a back-way out.

Caerwyn shifts his stance and prowls forward, his gazed narrowed dangerously as he looks around, turning to look the other-way for a back route, why go the way they came when he can make his own exits?

Conrad watches the group suddenly become a touch ponder-some. "Oh please. Leave it to the DUDE to make the exit." He goes into the tool shed, and one can almost hear the Legend of Zelda fanfare of getting a special item when he comes back out with a chainsaw. Then? He just starts heading behind the tool-shed. Conrad does not know much of Carnivals...but usually they have some kind of barricade to provide a meager amount of protection or something like that. That is what the chainsaw is for.

Tiffani hefting the kid, she looks to Sy, trying to walk and lift himself, she stays pace with him, not leaving his side for a second.

Sirus slowly walks towards the fence and then he laughs gently as there is a gate he pushes it up with his shoulder and shakes his head and starts towards the car slowly."Chainsaw really bad fucking ass." He grins at con-man and gives him the thumbs up."Save it for the zombies man."

Tiffani snorts, again, trying to get Sy to lean on her a bit, worried. Getting them all out to the car ASAP. Makes sure the kid was still breathing.

Caerwyn will take his place at the back of the group taking up rearguard, watching for anyone who thinks it would be a great idea to sneak up on them, he back-peddles slowly covering his friends

Conrad pats the chainsaw. "You never know when the time will come to just hack the shit out of people." He takes mid, leaving Tiff, Sirus and the kid up front.

Sirus pulls out his cellphone as he sees the car and climbs in slowly and then calls his man."Hey got the kid. Yeah no questions just meet us in Prospect in 1 hour at my place. He'll be fine. Yeah I'll live man. Thank you Mister Maloney. It's nice working with you again." He then closes his eyes and rest for the drive home hoping he gets some mother fucking help.

Tiffani gets the kid and Sy in the backseat, kid is wrapped up in her shirt like a burrito. She jumps into the front set hits the steering wheel in anger when she pulls out her phone and dials Clara. page I doubt it lol I'm gun shot btw

<Phone> (Tiffani) Hey, I need you at Sy's ASAP, bad, if you can't make it..I'll try to get someone else. Matter of life and death. I'll text you the address.

At this point Conrad is simply following along.

Caerwyn is the last to step into the vehicle and his eyes finally snap back to open as he leaves his fugue state "Clear." he closes the door and settles into an empty chair, resting his rifle upright between his legs.

Sirus is just trying to relax and looks at the kid with a smirk next to him."Hey little princess we got you and now to take you to another castle." He smirks and spits up a little bit of blood in his hand."Well the party should get going we have to get him home."

Tiffani turns the engine on pretty fast while on the phone, fairly pissed and if Clara, doesn't make it. She could call Will, he was always boasting about being a healer all the time. Curses again, angry as hell, if Sy is messed up for good she was going to make someone pay. Revs the engine once everyone in and she peels off as fast as possible.

Headlights rear up behind the car and then 5 trucks spin into action ready to follow this rag tag team and then Sirus smirks softly and then looks behind and sees the lights of the other cars."SHit fuck god damn. Remind me never to go to the same place 3 times to save kids next time." He smirks now that the truth is out."Yeah these fuckers and me go way the fuck back. I had to do it again and next time well I'll do it again call me dumb." He spits out a wade of blood into his hand again and slowly watches them. "Well they got trucks so we should be good."

T grabs the wheel hard and does a hard turn right into the forest with a quick handling we are deep in with the trees right on the callie board of Nevada and she quickly spins it around into the trees and then back looped into the road with a quick hop off a small hill and then down the road. The lights behind shake and sputter and die not willing or able to follow her mad driving skills on the road again safely towards home knocking 20 minutes off the trip as well as losing the psychos chasing.

Back at the ranch

The boy had already been picked up by the a two big men in suits and taken to the airport on his way home. Now sirus is happily sitting on his couch under a few towels to not get blood on it. He is waiting to see what help is coming and if it will be enough to keep him alive or if he is going to die doing the work he loves. Truly not caring either way death by carnie come the fuck on who gets that in this day and age. He is smoking like a loser and inhaling deep into his bloodied lungs.

Clara gets the text and comes running, arriving as soon as is physically possible!

Caerwyn would be sitting off to the side, his rifle sitting across his lap as he keeps watch, his gaze narrowed as he keeps his head on a swivel, just in case playing it cool.

Tiffani pissed at him she snatches the cigarette from Sirus, tossing it on the rug and stomping it out, has a half crazed look on her face. "You shouldn't be smoking if you are coughing up blood, you dumb fuck." Settles herself next to him, "Keep pressure on the wound." She scolds him. Like an attentive mama, and hating herself for it. On high alert, about him passing out or anything.

Conrad, once arriving dispatched the chainsaw and disposable shield into this truck, adding it to his list of armaments. He pockets the switchblade, another item to add to his list of armaments, and is now settled near Sirus playing Nintendo 3DS. Unlike Sirus he is completely unscathed, save he smells something awful but doesn't -look- necessarily dirty. When your mood has been stricken, Nintendo can save the day.

Sirus looks at Clara quixotically."So what do you know of gun shot wounds my dear." He laughs gently and keeps on smoking to keep his mood light."Cause I got nailed like a whore on prom night." He coughs up blood and grins.

Clara blinks and looks at each face, seeing only Sirus hurt she hurries over to the pair "Gunshot?" she asks then swallows hard "Was it through and through, do we need to get the bullet out?" she asks, praying it was through and through

Tiffani sitting there on pins and needles. Let's Sirus have his second smoke, since he had a full pack probably and was not going to wrestle it from him. Ignoring Conrad playing Video games. Her eyes go up to Caerwyn near the entrance. Back to Clara, "Can you fix him. I... didn't mean to be rude on the phone.. you know.. gunshot wounds." Eyebrows furrow in worry.

Caerwyn keeps completely quiet, the corners of his mouth are curled a bit in a frown as he keeps his gaze flickering from Sy to Clara and then back to the area

Clara steps over slowly to look at the wounds and see how bad they are, which are life threatening, or if they all are.

Sirus smirks and slowly puff on his cig not caring at all."If you can fix me if not no biggie." He sighs softly and then looks at them slowly. Sirus slowly starts to feel better and looks down shocked still bleeding but the pain is gone. He looks at clara and then at the rest of the room slowly."I feel better. Thank you amazing gal." He winks at her playfully and at this point jams his cig out in the ashtray and leans on the couch still a tad sore.

Claras concentration leaves her pale but she smiles as Sirus speaks then nods "your... welcome" she murmurs as blood blooms beneath her shirt where his wounds had been. She reaches for the bandages then faints.

Tiffani stands pacing back and forth. How could Sirus be so nonchalant about the whole, 'hey man, I have 3 bullet holes' thing. Didn't want to get in the way so she goes and holes herself up in the kitchen for a moment. Slumps to the floor in the kitchen, against the tile floor, listening. This was torture for her. Groans a bit softly, reciting her chant a bit to herself, rocks a bit slowly. "Bad.. bad.. place.. dark.. dark.. place.." Pauses when she hears Sirus is feeling better, but can't move. Then the sudden, slump of something hitting the floor. T is up again and runs into the hangout space. "Ah fuck.. I knew we should have called Will." Picks up Clara off of the floor.

Conrad watches Clara take up Sirus's wounds (or at least it looks like she takes up sirus's wounds) and he is taken aback! Gasp! "Shit." He says, putting the 3DS on the ground and stands up. "Lay her down on the ground. I can mend the wounds." He looks at Sirus. "You got any first aid stuff? I'll need it."

Sirus nods softly and grabs the kit out of the bathroom it is set up for a war-zone."It's military grade go for it man. I bought it off this dude who got it from a dude." He hands it to con-man with a smirk and sits down and watches."I hope she makes it she just saved my god damn life."

Clara is out cold, blood seeping through her shirt in the three places where Sirus had been wounded.

Tiffani lays Clara on her back, instead of her side where she slumped over. Thought she saw 12 bandages. Points to the extra 6 on the side table. "There.. I think." Lookin up at Sy, she could just punch him repeatedly.. but she'll wait until he heals.

Caerwyn frowns softly, watching Clara with concern, he knows what she just did but has no knowledge of how to help so he just stays out of the way

Conrad tucks away his glasses. "Alrighty." He shifts Clara's shirt up, up, up and up until it's bundled up near her neck. "...By the Gates..." He opens the medical kit and pulls out some alcoholic swabs, which he rubs over his hands and then pulls out a sterilized needle and pops it out, followed by stitching thread and feeds it through. He gets some cleaning stuff prepared and, knowing where the bandages are gets to work.

Clara is thankfully unconcious for all this, her wounds a perfect match to the ones that were previously on Sirus's body. The young kin is not naked beneath the shirt so other than blood and pretty red lace underthings there isnt much to see that you wouldnt get on the beach.

Tiffani still shirtless with just her black lace top on her torso. Had given her shirt to the kid to cover himself. Sits just watches. Looks around to everyone again. One stressful evening.

Sirus suddenly's his fucking phone goes off and he rises from the couch slowly and flips it up."Yes sir." He listens and then walks towards the kitchen to sit on counter. He has a notepad in hand and then looks at the group."Yes sir I have a group and yes sir. They may be willing to keep on working with me." He looks at them slowly and then write something."You wish to meet them fine. If they wish to stick with me I'll tell them. How long till you get here?" He nods softly and closes the phone."That was my boss and he wishes to know if you want to make this a permanent thing? He pay very well and the job is not too demanding. We don't always have to fight to the kid just when they can't be gotten legally."

Conrad gets to see Clara's -things-. Having to sew up and upper wound gives him a sneak peek under the lace, but he doesn't bother to oogle. Instead it's more shifting things so he can stitch. Which is a pain in the ass when your not bothering to remove the bra. However, after several instances of cleaning the wound so he can see, slow stitchings to make sure it is tight, secure and cleaned each wound is slowly stitched closed. Then he dabs alcohol on the bandages Clara brought and uses medical tape to attach them proper. Now his hands are all laced with Clara's blood. He leans back and lets out a breath. "...Done, and done." He uses the leftover bandages to pull her shirt back down so she doesn't get blood all over her clothes. Cuz that would be a horrible thing to have to explain to the cops if Clara doesn't wear her seat belt.

Caerwyn rises from his "guard post" aka fluffy chair and watches as Clara gets patched up "I'll be around. Call me when needed." his eyes were slowly swirling away from the icy blue back to his usual yellow. He gathers up the rifle and goes to make his way out.

Clara winces as she starts to come around and groans.

Tiffani really looks like someone kicked her puppy "Clara you okay?" Inquires, watching as Caerwyn leaves. Feeling sick to her stomach honestly.

Sirus looks at Clara and slowly helps her up and puts on the most comfy chair he has and looks at her softly."Thank you for that and are you okay?" He then goes into the kitchen to grab a water for the girl and slowly walks back a little sore and hands it to her.

Conrad gets up, excusing himself to go wash his hands.

Tiffani sitting on the floor a bit dumbfounded. Numb, staring ahead and not moving now.

Claras eyes flicker open as Sirus settles her in the chair "hmm? hey no heavy lifting" she mumbles then nods, touching the bandaged stitches "I will be... sorry" she apologizes "for all the fuss"

Sirus sits down slowly on the couch and looks around."Well I think that mission was victory incinerate guys. We kicked fucking ass major carnie ass." He nods with triumph on his face.

Tiffani glances up at Sirus, seeing him look happy a half smile comes to her lips but drops a bit. Not feeling like herself. Glances back to Clara, ponders but says nothing.

Clara is pale and has dark circles under her eyes already but she smiles a little and moves her shirt to lookat the bandages "T did you stitch me up?"

Tiffani looks at Clara helplessly and she shakes her head numbly, "No," She mutters. Points in the direction of the bathroom, where Conrad was washing his hands.

Sirus nods softly and then points to the bathroom as well."Nah Con-man fixed ya Clara took a long gander at your tits and fondled em a little and then fixed ya." He sips a water slowly enjoying it."But a little price to be paid for being health right?"

Clara smiles weakly and sticks her tongue out at Sirus then sighs "please tell him I said thank you.. if I forget" she shifts a little "can I stay here tonight?" she asks then answers her own question as she falls asleep

Conrad steps out of the bathroom with a towel over his hands. Serendipity! The Varich has it. Thankfully his hands are clean, no blood stains on towels for this house. "I take it she's A-Okay now?"

Sirus smirks softly and then sips his water."Well she is passed out again but says thank you for playing with her tits. She really wants to do it again sometime. Then from pleasure passed the fuck and wants to spend the night with me." He sips his water slowly enjoying the taste."What a great god damn night shot you groped tits now a girl crashing over. What could be better in life then all of this perfect day."

Tiffani huffs, with that last snarky from Sirus, she knows he is feeling better. Gets up to leave knowing the jerk will make a full recovery. On her feet she looks at Clara. She wanted to stay.. well couldn't very well leave her friend with a leech now could she? Not saying which is which. Claps her hands, sarcastically she says, "Grreeeat! Sleep over at Sy's tonight! I'll go get the pillows"

Clara is out cold in a comfy chair, probably aslep, maybe unconcious. She looks to be well taken care of but there is blood on her shirt and she is pretty pal.

Conrad arches a brow and looks over at Clara. "Yeah well...whenever I'm in the room she is usually leaving or does something to not be able to respond to me. Today it's blood loss. She's getting clever." He tosses the towel on the chair. "Anyway, I should jet. Enjoy your snuggle party thingie you peeps are going to have."

Sterling comes making his way into the back room, looking harried and... well... -frightened-. "Clara? Where are you, dearest?" he says, looking around furtively. Seeing her there in the chair, his eyes go -wide-. Ignoring everyone else in the room, he makes a beeline for her. Dropping to one knee, he takes her hand in his, checking her wrist for a pulse, then looking over her for injuries. "Lords of Night, what -happened-?" he asks, looking up and around. He looks to Conrad. "Ser Audron, I beseech you, how did she come to such a state?"

Tiffani can't help to laugh at that one. "Good night Conrad.. Thanks for the help tonight..it was Groovy.." Yes a Evil Dead reference due to the chainsaw.

Claras pulse is steady but she's really out, having lost some blood and expended herself more than she should have, but it was for a good reason.

Sirus nods to con-man and gives him a thumbs up."Thank you for the help man anytime you wanna go adventuring again tell me." Looks at the man at rushing in and shakes his head softly."Well good evening to you as well good sir. Thank you for barging into my home and yelling and shite." He shakes his head softly fucking sidhe mother fucking sidhe.

Tiffani faceplams, first interaction with Sterling and she already is starting to hate him. Huffs a bit and steps back. Can't say she isn't worried for her friend Clara though. A Sidhe is a Sidhe is a Sidhe.. very predictable.

Conrad looks over at Sterling. "We went and saved some kidnapped children, Sirus here took some heavy hits and Clara healed him...did a whole...wound transfer thing or whatever." He gestures to Clara. "She started bleeding out so I stitched her up. The wounds are clean and everything is good. She just needs to be careful moving around."

Tiffani faceplams, first interaction with Sterling and she already is starting to hate him. Huffs a bit and steps back. Can't say she isn't worried for her friend Clara though. A Sidhe is a Sidhe is a Sidhe.. very predictable.

Conrad looks over at Sterling. "We went and saved some kidnapped children, Sirus here took some heavy hits and Clara healed him...did a whole...wound transfer thing or whatever." He gestures to Clara. "She started bleeding out so I stitched her up. The wounds are clean and everything is good. She just needs to be careful moving around."

Sterling looks up to Conrad, blinking again. "Graces preserve us," he says softly. Hearing Sirus, he turns and gives the pooka a -look-. "I was called here because Clara said there was a medical emergency," he growls. "She did not say it was for -herself-. -Mind- yourself, master pooka!" He looks back to Clara, pressing a palm to her forehead, then her cheeks. "Clammy skin. Shallow breathing, unconscious. She's lost a lot of blood." Taking both her hands in his, he kisses the knuckles, then looks to the ceiling. "O ye powers of Heather and Healing, attend! It is I, Lord Richard Sterling ap Fiona who summons you to listen! To the Graces Bright and Lords of Night, I hallow and consecrate this woman in Thy Name. I demand their healing touch be laid upon her!" His eyes drifting closed, he starts making a series of passes and gestures before Clara's inert form, muttering arcane phrases under his breath.

Sirus stands up with rage bruning in his eyes."You are to get the fuck out of my freehold now sir. You are to leave right now I don't wish for you to be here again. If you come back here you won't like." He has his knife out rage burning in his eyes."Do I walk into your mother fucking home and insult you grandpa bad touchie." He starts towards the man slowly with killer intent. He is giggling at the idea of murdering a god damn sidhe.

Claras breath catches and she starts awake with a startle. Her color has returned, the circle under her eyes are gone and she seems much her old self other than the blood on her clothing. She blinks and tries to remember where she is. Finding Sterling above her, her fingers tighten in his and then... Sirus is threatening her lovers life with a knife in his hands "Hey!" she manages and sits up slowly "Chill the fuck out. I.. I dont know what happened but I saved you Sirus.. because well I would do it no matter who you are, and this is how you repay the kin of Sidhe?" she tries to get up and hols tight to Sterling, tears rising in her eyes at the evening's events and Sy's threats "Rick please take me home"

Conrad looks between the two of them and his hand grips on Sirus's shoulder. "His lover was wounded, dude. Give the guy a break." He points out. "I wouldn't be surprised if your misses was beat up you would flip out too. Anyway." He says with a pat to Sirus's shoulder. "Good night, everyone." And he departs.

Sirus slides the knife away and sits down thinking of conrad's words and knowing them to be true."Sorry I lost my temper been shot at and saw a militated and raped kid. I'm a tad aggie." He sits down with a loud sigh."It's been a shite week one dead kid and now one battered raped mutilated but alive." He sips his water slowly and looks from the man to the girl."Sorry to both of you accept my apologize. It's just been a shite day and now I'am lashing out."

Sterling rises to his feet, helping Clara stand. "Easy, dearest," he says gently. "You'll be a little off-kilter until you can metabolize the new blood." Sirus gets a cool look. "Clara is very precious to me," he says. "And she did you a great service. I hope you appreciate just -how- great, master pooka. But. I can likewise appreciate that you have had a difficult time as well. I shall accept your apology, and offer my own. It was not my intent to offer insult by intruding. As I said... I was called to render medical assistance, and I came with all due haste." He looks back down to Clara. "Come, dearest. My car is parked out front."

Tiffani still at attention, guarding over Sirus, she gives Clara a empathetic look as they leave, but says nothing.

Clara slips her arms about Sterling's middle with perfect trust and love and leans against the strong Sidhe as she listens to everyone calm down then sighs with a soft smile "Thank you" she murmurs to both for settling things in a happier manner then "you... no heavy lifting" she says to Sirus with a bit of a smile and nod to Tiffani "good night my friend" she sighs then looks up to Sterling "yes please.. I could sleep for a month"

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