Session Start: Mon Apr 07 19:08:23 2003
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20030407.log'
<Ire> Session 41: Bad Blood
<Stark> PANTS!
<Ire> Time Chart: June 17th, 2222 Location: Building 38
* Ire sits in the control room. The heat is unbareable.
* Ire eyes the broken AC with a look of contempt.
* Stark furrows his brow. "When is the repairman coming?
* DarkCross walks into the control room, sighing
* Ire grunts, sitting forward, his hair matted with sweat.
<Ire> Probably never.
* Stark walks over to the AC and prods at i.
<Stark> *it
<Ire> GM: *there's the familiar sound of jogging up the stairs*
<Ire> GM: *and crash. And "FIGNUTS!"
* DarkCross blinks as he looks towards the stairs
<Ire> Jerry: *emerges, breathing heavily. He pushes up his glasses, shifting across the floor to the side where a fan blows. He stands there, holding folders*
* Ire glances at Jerry, sighing. He looks even more aggitated now.
<Ire> Jerry: Huff..Huuff..Hello, guys. HQ has a new ..huff.. assignment for you.
* Stark looks at Jerry. "Fix the air conditioner."
<Ire> Jerry: I---don't know how. *he looks at Stark oddly while he hands out folders*
* Stark stares at him.
<Stark> Fix it.
<Ire> Jerry: ...
<Stark> Or I fix you.
* Ire glances at the folder and opens it up. There's a black and white photo of a dead body.
<Ire> Jerry: ... I'll, uh, drop command a message about it. *he clears his throat, nodding at the folders* As you can see from the photos, we have three deaths recently. The latest one found this morning, about 7 hours ago. *he glances outside at the evening light*
* Ire grunts.
<DarkCross> oi...
<Ire> Jerry: Each victim was almost totally drained of all their blood. In all three accounts. Two puncture wounds were found on the neck *he motions at his own neck, the favorite vampire spot*.
<Stark> Chupacabra....
<Ire> Jerry: Excuse me?
*** Sherinmir is now known as Sherin-Gone
* Ire glances at Stark, also.
<Stark> South American goat-sucker.
* DarkCross blinks as he takes all the information to mind, thinking why this would be happening.. "anything else..?"
<Ire> Jerry: ... riiiight. *glances at DarkCross* Nothing we could really tell. The autopsies have all come back negative on cause of death. We have the latest victim's body down in the autopsy room of HQ. I'm sure the Lt. can lead you there. Perhaps they can give you more information. *pauses* HQ wants you to find this wanna-be vampire killer before the public gets wind of it.
<Stark> Hrm.
* Ire grunts, standing up. He closes his folder, tucking it under his right arm.
<Ire> You two interested in coming with me?
* DarkCross nods as he looks to ire "Sure"
<Ire> Alright.
<Stark> The van has air conditioning, yes.
* Ire heads down to the lobby.
* DarkCross follows after ire, readjusting his light metraled coat
* Stark follows.
* Ire gives DC odd looks about the coat. All the way across the HQ campus lot.
* Ire opens the door to the main HQ and steps in. Instant cool air hits their faces. It seems the main building's AC is running just fine. The lobby area is chaos here, with military and police personnel running around.
* DarkCross breaths a sigh of happyness as the cool air bushing along his flesh. he glances around the in chaos loby, waiting for ire to lead on
<Stark> NRP: chaos wears hotpants.
* Ire leads them through the lobby and towards the back.
* DarkCross follows
<Ire> GM: *as they go further back, the hallways become narrower and more cramped. Soon they are going downstairs*
<DarkCross> Good thing i`m not scared of small spaces
<Ire> GM: *they arrive in the autopsy rooms.*
<Ire> We're here.
<Stark> Where are the bodies?
<Ire> GM: *a young female woman in a white lab coat steps out of adjacent room* May I help you?
* Ire glances at her.
* DarkCross looks towards the demale
<DarkCross> NRP*female
<Ire> Female: *looks annoyed at their intrusion and seems hostile*
<Ire> Yes. We're here to see the body brought in this morning. Drained of blood.
<Ire> Female: Ah, him. Hold on a moment. *she walks out*
* Ire paces back and forth. The stench of death is almost noticeable in this area of the HQ
* DarkCross sighs as he leans back agenst one of the walls
* Stark seems at hime.
<Stark> NRP: Home...
<Stark> NRP: I can type when I'm not RPing. :P
<Ire> Female: *comes back with the body on a cart. A white sheet is covering it. She stands there, then removes the sheet, showing the pale, nude body of a man in his late twenties, his eyes opened in horror*
<Ire> Female: This body is different from the others as I have determined a cause a death.
<Ire> ...loss of blood?
<Ire> Female: A broken neck.
* Ire looks puzzled.
<DarkCross> Anything used, or marks on the skin?
<Ire> Female: *points at the puncture woods* Judging from the points of entry on the neck, it would seem as if a sharp instrument was used. Probably after the victim's neck was broken. According to reports I got, a lot of blood was left on the ground.
<DarkCross> Not typical vampire style...
<Stark> How long would it have taken for the blood to be siphoned out through the two holes?
<Ire> Agreed.
<Ire> Female: Depending on the instruments, anywhere from 30 mins to a few hours. With our capabilities today, draining blood from someone isn't that hard.
<Stark> Hrm
<DarkCross> Ire, think they might be colecting some blood for some kind of experiments?
<Ire> The other two bodies --- how did they die?
<Ire> Female: I'm not sure. Blood loss, I assume.
* Ire glances at DC
<Ire> What kind of experiments would you need blood?
<DarkCross> Infusing it through gean theropy to clone an army, i dunno. some crude thing of some sorts..
* Ire looks dubious, but doesn't argue. He looks at the folder at the locations of the bodies.
<Stark> ...... Baring the mad genius wanting to create an army, what else is there?
<Stark> Do they have any connecting factors?
<Stark> If I recall, most vampires of myth go after female targets. This is male.
<Ire> Female: Well, the other two are female. Young, in their early twenties.
<DarkCross> Maybe this man saw the killer and he killed him for that?
<Ire> Why drain the blood, then?
* Ire bends down, examining his neck. One puncture hole is slightly bigger than the other.
<Stark> A vampire in need of dental work...
* Ire frowns, turning.
<Ire> I don't believe in vampires. Come on, it's almost night. Lets go to the area the bodies were found.
* Ire walks out of the room.
* Stark follows.
<Stark> You may not, but when you're in my field of work, you have to have an open mind.
* Ire leads them back the way they came.
<Ire> We obviously have some individual who is copycating vampires.
* Ire steps out of the HQ, grabbing his comm. and calling in a van.
* DarkCross follows
<Ire> GM: *The van drives up and slams into a lamp post*
<Stark> ....
<Ire> GM: *the driver sits there, stoned*
<Ire> ...
* Stark pulls the driver out.
<Stark> Are you alright?
<Ire> Driver: Duuuuude.
* DarkCross sighs as he shakes his head
* Ire reaches for his pocket for his asprin, but remembers he ran out last case.
* Stark takes the drivers wallet and pushes him head-first into the light pole.
* Ire sighs, getting into the van. He slams the door shut, turning up the AC.
<Kimera> <Silouette> *from behind* ...you'd think he was the one that was on campus...
*** Kimera is now known as Silouette
* Stark gets on the van after noting Silouette.
<Ire> You got my message. Good.
* DarkCross gets into the van
* Ire glances back at Silouette.
* Silouette nods and gets into the van
<Ire> Brief me. How goes the entire investigation?
* Ire starts driving off the HQ lot as he listens.
<Silouette> ...certain members are getting a little /too/ into role.
* Ire sigh.
* Ire flips his headlights on, it begin dark now. He drives down the road.
* Caladia is away -( mmm, food. )- at 08:56p -( P:On / L:On )-
<Ire> We're investigation a copycat of vampire killings. Three dead. *hands Silouette the folder and autopsy reports*
*** Caladia is now known as Cally-Food
<Ire> GM: *they drive. And drive. And finally arrive on the West side of town*
* DarkCross yawns as he looks out the window
<Silouette> *shakes her head* ...what is the human fascination with the undead...
* Ire parks the van in a quaint neighborhood area. It's extensive.
<Ire> All three murders have occurred in a .5 square mile radius of this area. It's probably because the killer is a resident here.
<Silouette> ...so we have a stupid vampire wannabe...
* Stark glances at Silouette.
* Ire nods.
* Ire turns off the van and steps out into the rather warm night. A dog is heard barking in the distance.
* DarkCross gets out and streches as he looks around <hmmm...>
<Ire> Any suggestions on how we find our killer?
* Ire walks in the direction of where one of the bodies was found.
<Silouette> ...listening for screams wouldn't hurt... *follows*
* Ire quirks an eyebrow at Silouette.
<DarkCross> Finding who he is staking or reports of anyone staking anyone *follows*
* Silouette shrugs a little.
<Stark> ...
* Ire arrives in one of the deserted areas of a paricular road in this neighboor. An outline on the ground reveals the location of the body. Dried blood is on the pavement.
* Ire glances around, seeing no clues.
* DarkCross sighs as he looks down the road, then up along the buildings, pondering
<Ire> GM: *and, as if on cue, a scream is heard nearby*
* DarkCross takes off running towards the scream
<Ire> ?!
* Silouette throws a quick glance to Ire, then heads off towards the scream
<Ire> GM: *DC and Silouette run across a running woman, screaming. She sees them and begins to cry out in a blubbering mess of words*
* Ire runs after his two men.
* DarkCross stops as he looks at the womenm to see what she is blubbering <to Silouette- keep going, i`ll take care of her> he tries to calm her down
<Ire> Woman: *blubbers, throwing herself into DC's arms. She weeps, making gestures towards a side street*
* Silouette nods, and heads off in the direction the woman indicated.
* Ire arrives and follows after Silouette, running along behind her.
<Ire> GM: *the two arrive on the side street were a dead man's body is seen, a small pool of blood coming out of his neck. The neck is obviously broken. And a partial footprint is in the blood*
* DarkCross places an arm around her "Tis alright, what happened Miss?"
<Ire> Woman: *Blubber blubber* killed him..*blubber blubber* horrible, oh my god...*blubber blubber*
* Silouette glances down at the footprint on the odd chance there's enough of a trail to follow
* Stark looks at the footprint
<Ire> GM: *it does trail spots of blood towards someone's yard*
* Ire draws his handguns.
<DarkCross> Who killed him Miss? please sit *gesturs towards the burb next to them
<Ire> I'll go around the long way. You two jump the fence. Becareful. They could be waiting in that backyard. *points at the large wood fence around the backyard*
* Ire runs off around the front of the house, heading for the other side.
* Silouette nods and heads quickly for the fence.
<Ire> Woman: *sits, trying to stop weeping*
<Ire> GM: *the fence is 5 feet tall*
* DarkCross sits with her "Tiss alright, we shall take care of this matter.." he rubs the woman's back gently
<Ire> Woman: *nods, looking vulnerable and innocent in the moonlight*
* Silouette nimbly vaults the fence, landing low on the other side, scanning the area for their suspect.
<Ire> GM: *the backyard has several large trees with thick leaves and limbs. There's a pool, full of water, off to the side. Several bushes line the fence area towards the back. No sign of the suspect, except for one spot of blood where he landed after jumping the fence.*
* Ire lands in the backyard across from Silouette. He looks over at her, then, seeing she has nothing, scans the backyard, also. He moves forward.
<DarkCross> Now, can you tell me everything that happened?
* Silouette pauses for a moment, then gestures Ire towards the pool as the moves to check the trees.
<Ire> Woman: *nods slowly, leaning her head against his neck.* I-I think so.
<DarkCross> Alright, *watches her as he listens*
* Ire nods, holding his handguns as he moves towards the pool. He leans over the edge slowly, looking into the water. Nothing.
<Ire> GM: *something moves in the trees as Silouette gets closer*
* Silouette tightens her grip on her sword hilt and continues at a cautious pace, watching the trees carefully
<Ire> Woman: You see...this mad man just leaped out of nowhere and broke that poor guy's neck...then bit into his neck. It was horrible. *she mumbles into his neck, her breathing warm against it*
<Ire> GM: *something leaps out at Silouette. The black shadow attempts to land on her, it's fangs smirking*
<Ire> ?!
* Ire glances at the commotion from the tree.
* DarkCross turns slightly to face her more properly "Really? what did he look like.. if you can remeber anything Miss."
* Silouette trys to block it with her sword sheath as the impact knocks her onto the ground.
<Ire> Woman: *keeps hiding her face away, still sniffling.* Tall...almost demonic
* Stark spins his walking stick in-hand
<Ire> Man: *falls down beside her. He's an overweight fellow, but big as hell. He stands to his feet, only to scream in pain as two shots from Ire's handgun tears out his knees*
* DarkCross rases a brow as he looks towards her "Thank you miss. What is your name?"
* Stark glances at Ire.
<Stark> Anti-climactic, but it works.
* Silouette rolls backwards, settling in a low crouch posistion, shaking her head a little.
<Silouette> ...careless of me.
<Ire> Woman: *leans against his neck once more, mumbling something. He might feel a painful prick at first...but, almost sensual at first*
<Ire> Man: *grabs his knees, wailing*
<Ire> NRP: Er, stimulating. Silly me.
* DarkCross blinks as he tires to pull away from this
<Ire> Man: *bares his fangs and tries to leap at Silouette*
* Stark stands there, watching the 'vampire.'
* Ire reaims at the man, targetting the heart. He frowns, pulling the trigger. The man's chest explodes in a flash of blood and he hits the ground, dead. His fangs pop out and hit the ground. Fake.
<Ire> Woman: *has a tight iron grip on DC*
* Ire walks over to Silouette and Stark, eyeing the dead body.
<Silouette> *wipes the blood off her face* ...that was overkill...
<Ire> Well, had to make sure he wasn't a vampire. *smirks almost*
* Stark looks down at the corpse.
<Stark> Would have died of a heart attack in..... 2..... 3 years.
* DarkCross flows into a state of harmony seeming to enjoy it, for this he can not break from this now
* Ire grabs his comm, contacting HQ and sending our squads to get their so called vampire.
<Ire> (out)
* Ire waves the watching residents of the house away.
* Stark glances at DarkCross. "It's not a pretty sight, is it?"
* Ire looks at Stark talking to the fence.
<Ire> ...
<Ire> DC is on the other side.
* Ire hops over the other side of the fence.
* DarkCross tries to rase one of the womans wrises to his mouth and bite into it
* Ire looks over and sees DC is still comforting the poor woman.
* Stark looks at Ire like HE'S the one being oblivious.
<Ire> Woman: *allows him, almost as if she anticipated it*
* Silouette goes back over the fence as well.
* Ire puts his hands in his pockets and heads for the van.
<Ire> Lets go, guys. DC will wrap up things here.
<Stark> I sense bad mojo.
* Stark sniffs the air.
* Ire glances at Stark questioningly.
<Silouette> ......
* DarkCross drinks hungerly as he feels her sweet tender blood drip down into his mouth he is now adecticed. he swollows her blood feeling better as she drinks as well
* Stark looks at Ire "Ever have the feeling where the hair on the back of your neck stands on end, for no appearant reason?" *stares at the fence, approxomately where DC should be on the other side*
* Ire pauses, glancing at DC as Stark speaks. He notices him drinking her blood, as that can be seen from there. Not that she is drinking his, though
<Ire> ...what in the hell is he doing?
* Ire draws his handguns again.
* Stark moves to a better vantage point.
* Silouette just sighs...
* Ire runs towards them.
<Ire> Woman: *pulls away from DC, blood running down her mouth. She licks her lips in delight as she watches Ire run forward.*
* Stark throws his walking stick at the woman, shocking her.
<Ire> Woman: *hisses and vanishes into mist, moving out of sight from them. She leaves DC*
* DarkCross falls to the grround, slightly curling up at the moment
* Ire aims his guns at the mist, firing uselessly into them as it moves away.
* Stark 's staff is made of wood with metal wiring, it should be noted.
<Ire> Silouette, check out DC. See if he's okay.
* Ire keeps his guns held up as he moves over to Stark.
* Silouette shrugs a little, and makes her way over to kneel next to DC, checking on his condition.
* Stark slides forward "Undead.....!" he casts healing mojo on the mist.
<Ire> Mist: *a scream of pain, she transform back into a female form. Her eyes glow at Stark in anger*
* Stark tackles her
<Ire> Woman: *throws Stark off with fast reflexes, aiming at a lamp post*
[SOUND]
* DarkCross opens his eyes weakly as he looks up at Silouette, his wounds seem to have started to heal..
<Ire> Boss Battle #6: Female Vampire
* Stark hits the post and slides down.
* Stark holds his walking stick ready.
<Silouette> ...you alright?
<Ire> Vampire: *laughs, throwing an energy bolt into Ire as he runs forward. Ire is knocked back*
* Stark chants in cajun, speaking voodoo writs.
<DarkCross> I think... damn... that woman...
<Ire> Vampire: *turns into a wolf, running at Stark and leap/slashing - 250 AP*
* Silouette nods slightly, then turns the the va... er, now wolf.
* Stark rolls out of the way and casts healing mojo once more.
<Ire> Vampire: *turns back into a human form, screaming in pain*
* Silouette throws her arm out, firing off three shocking shurikens in rapid succession.
<Ire> Vampire: *holds up her arm, repelling the shurikens*
* Stark looks at the female vampire.
<Silouette> *frowns* ...fine... be that way.
<Stark> ..... Enhanced Healing Mojo! *casts it on her*
* Ire stands up slowly, panting
* DarkCross grumbles as he turns to face the others, the changes still takeing affect..
<Ire> Vampire: *Screams in pain, her guard dropping*
<Stark> Cure this lass of the blight of unholy life.
* Stark runs at her and thrusts his wooden walking stick at her chest
<Ire> Vampire: *isn't impaled, but takes damage. She flies back, her guard back up*
* Silouette moves in and slashes at the vamp with her blade.
<Stark> Ire. Get something sharp and wooden.
<Ire> Vampire: *uses her guard to reflect the attack*
<Stark> ..... Better yet. Silouette, slash it! *tosses his stick to her*
<Ire> I think Sil has that covered. But you have to make the vampire drop her guard.
<Stark> NRP: Sword is wooden?
<Ire> Vampire: *conjurs up a spell and hits all three of them. -500 AP*
* Stark casts mojo lv 2 on her while she casts.
<Ire> Vampire: *shrieks in pain, guard dropping*
* Silouette catches the stick in her off hand and... stumbles as the spell hits her.
<Stark> Sil. Now!
<Ire> Argh!
* Silouette regains her balance and hits the vamp with both sword and stick.
<Ire> Vampire: *takes double damage. She hisses, guard returned*
* Stark casts it once more.
<Ire> Vampire: *shrieks, guard dropping*
<Stark> Cut her heart and place the staff in the cavity.
* Silouette trys Stark's suggestion.
* DarkCross slowly gets to his feet, laughing to himself as he uses a lamp post to help sturdy himself
<Ire> Vampire: *is defeated, falling to her knees. She turns to dust as she dies*
<Ire> Good work you two.
* Stark walks over to the dust and scoops it into a vial.
* Silouette sheaths her blade and passes the stick back to Stark
<Silouette> ...okay, so that wasn't a wannabe.
* Stark stands and pockets it, leaning on his stick.
* DarkCross grrumbles as he stumbles over to Ire, placeing a hand on his shoulder and leaning on him slightly, still a bit light headed
* Ire pushes DC back some.
<Ire> What about him? Is he a vampire now?
<Stark> I've seen this sort of thing before.
<Silouette> *pauses* ...shouldn't be if we killed her... *pauses again* ...or is that werewolves...
<Stark> If killing the female so soon after biting doesn't cure it, I'll have a cure made from the ashes if not.
* Stark holds up the vial of dust.
* Ire nods.
<Ire> Sounds reasonable. Lets get him to the van.
<Stark> We'll need salt. Lots of salt.
* Silouette nods and helps DC to the van since he's still weak.
* DarkCross nods as he takes Sil's help to the van
* Silouette sits him in the back, so if he does go batty, he won't be causing a traffic accident as well.
* Ire gets in the driver's seat.
* DarkCross sits there pondering as he rubs his neck, where she bit "damn.."
* Ire drives them all back to HQ, informing them to have salt waiting for them. Which they do.
<DarkCross> what are the chances i can`t be cured..? *looks at Stark*
* Ire parks the van near the salt.
<Ire> Your show, Harlequin.
<Stark> You'll be cured. One way or another. *glances at his staff*
<Silouette> *glances at DC* ...just hope he knows his stuff.
* Stark has DC wheeled off and in the room he draws a circle of salt around him and puts a mojo on it.
* DarkCross sighs as he watchs
* Ire stands next to Sil, looking up at the night sky. He makes sure not to enter the room Stark is working in.
<Ire> I suppose you should get back to VSU. *glances at her* I'm trusting you and Ayn to keep those two in line.
* Stark puts the indredients in a mortar and pestle.
* Stark walks over to DC and cuts his finger without warning, holding his hand steady to bleed into the mortar.
<Silouette> *nods* ...I'll do my best. The drinking contest almost immediately after arriving... well... it says everything...
<Ire> Maybe if you're lucky the mindwiper will pick them as it's next targets.
<Ire> GM: *it can't be told if Ire is joking or is serious*
<Silouette> ...if I could only be so lucky... *pauses* ...I don't know which was worse about tonight... that I let my guard down like that... or I consider this a relaxing break from VSU...
* Stark walks over to DC and uses his fingers to basically stuff the bite holes with the paste.
* Ire shrugs, letting a moment of silence pass.
<Ire> We all make mistakes.
* Stark hands him the mortar and a spoon. "Eat it."
* DarkCross lets Stark do this, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the paste in the bite holes.. he looks at the mortar and spoon "ok..." he takes both and starts to eat
* Silouette nods slowly. "...I think the blood bath was enough of a repentence for it..."
* Ire glances at her.
<Ire> Sorry about that.
<Stark> Let the wounds heal with the paste in it, get plenty of sunlight just in case, and avoid eating pork for 3 weeks.
* Silouette shrugs, "...no big deal."
* DarkCross nods "Alright"
* Stark starts gathering his materials and undoes the mojo on the salt ring, the ingredients DC gets a glance of in addition to the dust and blood are lizard bladders, snake venom, poison ivy, human bonemeal (from the angel incident), and soilent.
<Ire> Well, looks like Cross will be okay. *turns and walks up the stairs to the control room*
* DarkCross blinks as he stands up looking around, pondering what shall happen next
<Ire> Session Ends
Session Close: Mon Apr 07 21:06:58 2003