IC: Extassis, Les Etrangers Beaux Options

[Nikoli]

Changing into his working clothes once in the van. Murrey sweeps his sensors through the building and the area. Taking the remote deck with him, leaving the van running and security armed. The drone brain has orders to move if bothered, attack if left with no option. Taking the Rucksack and the arachnid with outside the vehicle.

[Buddha72]

Paladin

A single woman turns towards you as you speak. She looks like her entire life has been lived in a single day on her face. The crags in her face are filled with dirt and grime. Her eyes are dull and flat. As she looks at you she licks her cracked lips with a swollen tongue. "I know something......"

Murrey

The sensors show pockets of heat and some movement. The 3rd floor shows 2 heat signatures, one small and the other fairly large. The muddle readings indicate the area is littered with debris and odd shapes.

[Nikoli]

Focusing his eyes into the normal world for a moment,
"There are two on three. One is large, similair to a troll, possibly an ork. The other is small, possibly a child. The floor is uneven, my guess is what ever it is you guys say is wrong here is up there. I can send something up for a visual if lou yike."

[Grey]

Paladin looks to the woman and motions for her to step aside for him, while he rubs his thumb and index finger together, letting her know she'll be rewarded.

Once he is aside with her, he whispers "Tell me."

[Buddha72]

Paladin

You slip her the nuyen and are fairly certain no one saw. Your voice seems to ease her closer to you. Her breath washes over you, smelling of decay and death. "The freaks go there and party. The red lady's court, all glittery. Fangs and tails, they all slink in." As she speaks, the sanity bleeds from her eyes. Her hands seem to twitch and flutter like flies beating against a window. "Then the lights and the songs" She begins to hum to herself, while rubbing her cheek against your chest. "Been a good girl, saw the pretty fancies and danced." She stops, as if she hears something. Her head cocked to the side. "Then the monsters were gone, looked under the bed. They went to the party and feasted. Oh the blood was so red and shiny, just like the red lady." She begins to giggle uncontrollable as she trails back into the darkness.

[Grey]

Paladin, grabs her arm, not hard or demanding, just enough to keep her around for one more question...

"Who killed the freaks? What monsters?"

[Buddha72]

Paladin

Her head rolls to the side. Her giggles trail off as she looks at your hand, as if she had never thought you were real in the first place. "All gone." She begins to cry softly, the tears leaving trails down her face. "The white fur, so white. The blood like rubies, and she was so fast but never fast enough. They were everywhere, all teeth and claws." She barks like some sort of canine. "They screamed and screamed." She jerks her arm free and begins to beat the side of her face with balled fists. "No room at the inn! No room at the inn! All full. Not even a virign."

[Grey]

Paladin lets her go with a look of sadness. His eyes slowly move to the rest of the group and he motions them down the alley. As they walk, he speaks in a low voice.

"I'm not sure what attacked them, but she says the were all fangs and claws. I'm not sure how much weight I give it, but at least its something to keep in mind..."

His voice is very emotional and those watching the astral can see his inner rage at this type of atrocity.

[Nikoli]

Shuddering as the woman speaks, Murrey again unfocuses and place the small spider drone on the wall, having it climb up the wall to the 3rd floor for a look see.

[Blitz]

:: Moira's face, now shadowed by the plain black clothes and long duster that is so typical of the masses, seems paler than usual, her eyes show the torment she feels just being near the desolute castoffs. Looking up at the warehouse, she shudders visably. ::

"We'd best go meet with our young johnson."

:: She turns from the street and keeps her eyes cast down as her hands pull the collar of her coat up and over her ears and chin; heading back to the entrance the "action decker" spoke of. With a silent gesture, the small locket around her neck opens and a beautiful wolf shimmers into the astral before her. She pauses to have a quiet word with her friend before proceeding inwards. ::

"Laluna, a terrible tragedy has befallen this building. One that needs justice swiftly in order to make sure it never happens again. Though I fear the contents of this third floor may injure my very soul - and thus fear for yours - I need you to assist me in trying to find out who was responsible. Can you help me?"

[Buddha72]

Murrey

The drone scrambles up to the windows of the 3rd floor. The glass is painted over with a dark substance.

Moira

The wolf's fur bristles. I stand ready as always, until the tide of my blood pulls me elsewhere. This place stinks of violence and despair. I will watch.

[Blitz]

:: With an unconscious stroke in the mundanely invisible fur of her most trusted companion, she approaches the rusty ladder that allows access to the fire escape. Unable to squash the sound, the rusty ladder creaks and groans as she pulls herself up, one rung and a time until she reaches the actual stairs. Her grace enables her to minimalize the continued rattles and pops that the metal structure creates. Reaching the window, she pauses to put her respirator on, mostly to mask the scent she suspects she will soon be assualted with. ::

:: Carefully avoiding the window sill, she steps into the first room and calls out, muffled slightly by the respirtor. ::

"We've arrived."

[Grey]

Paladin steps in right behind her and quickly takes in his surroundings.

[Nikoli]

Murrey disconnects and begins to climb, picking up the drone once at the top and placing it on his shoulder.

[Buddha72]

All

As you round the back of the building you come across a small tricked out Vespa scooter. It's parked close to the wall. It's a sleek silver and grey number.

Murrey

You can clearly see that the scooter is a custom job. The body is unique and you know its stocked full of after market modifications. Some rigger/mechanic must have poured a lot of blood and sweat into this baby.

Moira & Paladin

The room is saturated with a heavy copper smell. The floor is littered with limbs and shapes. As your mind tries to make sense of it, you realize that you're looking at bodies scattered on the ground. You begin to pick out individual people. They all have some odd feature. Blue hair, scaly skin, or extra eyes. Their faces are all contorted with pain and agony. There are huge swaths of blood with shapes in them. The meaty smell of flesh hangs in the air. You begin to piece things together from the grisly scenes around you. They all seem to have turned on one another, ripping and killing with their bare hands. Some strangled with cords from the sound equipment lining the walls of the impromptu club. One woman had her face slammed repeatedly into the wall. Another man has his throat eaten out by another man. Standing in the center of the room, a thin elven woman in club ware. Her hair is magenta, streaked with black and her skin is covered with a fine white fur. Her clothes and skin are covered with bloody streaks, like she had tried to wipe it away. Her eyes are a hard and clear pale blue.

"Welcome to hell, boys and girls."

[Blitz]

:: Moira immediately makes for the window and pushes Murray to the side before wretching over the side of the fire escape. ::

[Grey]

"Father above, shelter me..."

Paladin steps foward slowly, picking his way through the cadavers taking the scene in completely. He'd seen a lot of horrific things in his time, but this went right to the top of the list. What on God's Earth could have caused this... He does his best to calm his nerves, then shifts his senses over to the Astral. He expects to see the Astral clouding left behind, but hoped that he may be able to find something, anything, that could be a clue as to what caused this.

[Nikoli]

"I'd like to run a few tests for grace tases that might have been in play here."
Murrey connects back top his network and calls the MK6 to exit the Van and close it back up. Using it's strong arms, he has it climb up the fireescape. Once that is complete, he slids a chip into his chipslot and begins moving another drone through the cadavers.

[Grey]

Paladin glances up at the girl covered in the white fur, "This..."

His voice trails off, words can't even describe something like this. He just keeps glancing around, trying to make senses of it all.

[Buddha72]

Paladin

Up close the area is revolting. The garish wash of colors spread over the area like a new bruise. The bodies look odd from the astral. They seem to be empty or rather that the essence of who they are has been ripped out of them. There is a feeling of jagged edges and hunger.

[Buddha72]

The Changling nods at Murrey. "Feel free, they're not going to mind." Her voice is hard with bitterness and acid. "Name's Iblis. I'm the one footing the bill for this." She opens her arms and does a slow full turn. "These were my friends before they killed each other in this orgy." She stops facing the window where the team has been entering, her arms dropping like dead meat. "So who are you all?"

[Fenris]

A disdaining flick of his eyes at the ladder, and he wraps the ever present flows of mana around him, drifting up to step onto the third floor, and immediately wishes he hasn't. It was worse then the thing that had been eating the college students, worse then the bug spirits and the blood mages.

His grip white knuckled on the staff, he glanced around, bracing himself for the rush of violence and pain that would permeate the very walls in this space. He brushes a comforting touch across Moria's shoulder as he steps past her, moving around the edges of the room, searching for the traces that had to be present, supressing the constant urge to shudder as he physically pushes through the astral remains of so much death.

[Blitz]

:: Moira finally manages to stifle her wretching and takes a few deep breaths of relatively clean air before she replaces the respirator. Moving back into the room, she lets her eyes rest on the only changeling alive in their midst. ::

"I...words cannot convey the sorrow I feel for your friends. I am Moira, a moon shaman. This is Bakatare, Immortal, Paladin and Murray. Can you tell us everything you know about what happened?"

[Buddha72]

Bakatare

As you push into the room, the world slides around you. You see flashes of people dancing, laughing and lights splashed across every surface. The room spins and you feel blood splash over your face, choking you and all you taste is copper. You see the room again with everyone screaming and tearing into each other. Standing off to the side you see a Changling with white fur for skin. She is standing with 2 guns outs firing into the crowd as they surged towards her. Her tears reflect the light show still going on. She keeps screaming stop, over and over again. The world snaps back and you see the same woman facing your team. Her face closed and dark.

[Grey]

Unable to take it any longer, Paladin forces his vision back to the physical plane and waits for the Changling to answer Moira.