Apr 01 09:15:24 109 PA - Some People Just Need to Die
From Chronicles
Apr 01 09:15:24 109 PA.
GABRIEL'S CONDOMINIUM
Bartholemew swings by upon request giving a sharp rap on the door when he arrives, trying to remain inconspicuous from the neighbors moving about in their daily chores.
It's not long before the door opens, revealing Gabriel is some casual day clothing. Something nice to wear around the house, comfortable but classy enough that he can answer the door and not be embarrassed. "Bartholemew, thanks for coming by. I think we have some unfinished business that we need to address. C'mon in, make yourself comfortable. There's juice and soda in the 'fridge. Water on tap." Apparently this is a 'dry' condominium.
The small Eskimo woman arrives as well, with her ever-faithful companion walking along with her. Reaching the door, she lightly knocks on it, arriving somewhat after the other man has. Tornaq lowers his nose to whuff a breath at Monique's shoulder, shifting his weight a little bit. She's patient to wait outside the door, or so it would seem, since she doesn't make to knock a second time.
Bartholemew declines on the beverages to get down to the point of the visit. "So whats up?" preferring to stand so not to ruin any furniture with hanging gear. His new fidgety nature isn't one for sitting long anyway.
Little knocks are nothing new to Gabriel. He's had years and years of hearing little knocks. Once more the door is opened. "Ah, Monique. My favorite out-of-place Eskimo. Thanks for coming by! Please, c'mon in. Make yourself comfortable. There's juice, milk and soda in the 'fridge, water on tap." Looking to the truck-sized Tornaq, he grimaces slightly. "He's quite welcome inside. If he goes around back, I can let him in the sliding door." Just waiting to see what happens, he turns to Bartholemew. "Just a second, Bart. We've all waited this long, gimme a few more seconds."
A smile comes to her features, and she blushes a little at his words. "You're welcome," she says, giving a small nod. She steps inside, and the great white bear looks to Gabriel before giving a nod to the man. Tornaq rumbles at the touch of Monique's hand to his front leg, and there seems some kind of communication between the two. Then the bear shifts his weight and starts to make his way around the building, to head towards the sliding door that was offered. Monique escapes her parka, carrying it to a chair where she sets it, and she heads towards the kitchen to retrieve -- of all the options, a glass of water.
Bartholemew nods, "Sure sure." curious to see the Eskimo woman and the big white bear here. Apparently not expecting the extra company. "Howdy," he greets with a smile as she comes inside.
Gabriel moves to open the door and allow Tornaq in, while saying, "Again, thanks for coming, guys. Bart, I know that you in particular are quite busy at the moment." He'll wait for the big bear to enter, then close the door and find himself a comfortable spot. Not the captain's chair, just the corner of the couch. "We have a loose thread that needs to be cut. The world doesn't know, but we know that Donna escaped. We also know that she escaped because she was tipped off. I don't think that based on what I saw of everything going on beforehand, and what Monique experienced through Sebastien - whom I tried to contact, incidentally, but couldn't reach him - that Bella is the only logical explanation as for who tipped off the master vampire that was laying siege to the city." Rubbing his hands briefly, he asks, "We can probably all agree on that?"
Monique looks to Bartholemew and she gives a small nod. "Hello," she says softly. She lifts the glass of water, taking a sip of it. Her dark gaze returns to Gabriel, watching him as she listens to him. Tornaq doesn't take very long in entering once the door has been opened, returning easily to Monique's side. "It does seem likely as to the one responsible," she says, her brow furrowing a little bit.
Bartholemew nods in agreement with both of them, "So when are you wanting to do this whole thing? I still have some time before I leave the city. Could do it before."
"Actually, Bart, I haven't spoken to Monique about anything yet," Gabriel says with a light laugh. "So, Monique. Bella sold us out to pure evil. She kills and maims, every single night. Plus, I wouldn't say that she's so stupid as to not want us all out of the picture - people who suspect her. Thus.. it is quite honestly with heavy heart that I believe she must be destroyed. I say 'destroyed' because she's already dead. She's simply been cursing this city for many months, and it's time to remove her from Kingsdale's equation. I have a solid plan. Would you want to be in on this, protect the world and Sebastien, wherever he is?" The man nods, accepting, "If you'd rather not hear any more, I understand."
Monique listens carefully as Gabriel speaks, her brow remaining furrowed somewhat. Tornaq's nose remains in contact to her shoulder, his breath whuffing against her. "I have always suspected that Bella was evil. I will help you to destroy her. She must not be allowed to continue to survive," she says quietly, giving a small nod. "I will offer what I can to help."
Bartholemew looks to the Eskimo woman and the bear to see what she thinks of the whole thing. With the woman’s agreement to help he smiles, "Great. So what's the plan to take her out? Similar to what you mentioned before?"
Gabriel gives Monique a solemn nod, even gives Tornaq a muted smile. Then he goes into the planning and explanation phase. "Okay, we all know how the club's set up, and we only need to deal with the main floor. Right now it's mostly empty due to construction, and due to me dragging my feet for the right moment. I've installed two very, very large spotlights that will cast crucifix shadows across the entire floor when they light up. They're concealed, and yes, they will be for normal use. For now, special use. I've been stringing Bella along for weeks now, even hired her on as my nighttime security chief for cover." He smirks. "Yeah, when I plan things, they get complex and thorough." Bartholemew gets a nod. "Yeah, pretty close to the same plan just a few tweaks."
Monique gives a small nod to Gabriel, still listening. "Well, there's nothing wrong with being thorough," she says softly. Keeping a hand on Tornaq's fur, she lightly rubs it a bit before taking another drink of her water. "The crucifix you have installed in the club... they will damage her much?" she asks, tilting her head slightly to one side.
Bartholemew nods as things begin to be explained. "What about a sprinkler system? I'm tellin ya, if they ain't in armor, that’s the best weapon."
"Oh, much, yes. Very much. So large, in fact, that there's a significant chance that she'll freeze in terror and shock," Gabriel says, nodding his head and switching which leg is crossed. To Bart, he shakes his head again. "No sprinkler system. Every time it came on I'd have to buy new carpet, wood, furniture, paint... the customers would be doused. This way they're just on and no one notices. No vampire's going to walk in. But that's really not the point now. Bella is somehow immune to water. At least in her walking form. Monique and I saw her wandering carelessly around the museum's fountain. *I* saw her walk into the Nut and Bolt in the middle of a *rainstorm*, smiling and drier than most everyone else. I don't know how she's doing it. But for now it's going to be light, wood and silver. Beyond that, maybe in mist form - if she isn't to terrified to do it - you can hit her. But not in walking form. Which brings me to how the trap will be laid, and sprung."
Monique tilts her head slightly to one side, and then she gives a small nod. "I would hope that they would damage her that much," she says. She has no love for the vampire, that much is readily apparent. She takes another drink of the water, looking between the men. "I have no silver weapons, but I have the daylight that I used before. And I have a blade of ice," she says quietly. "What is your plan?"
Bartholemew pats his blade hanging from his belt, "I am quite prepared to go at her, she can feel the bite of my blades. I don't understand how she can be immune to water though. Unless she has some sort of tech shield, but I ain't never heard of one for shielding from water. Either way, she'll fall."
"As I said, I've been leading her along as my night shift security head. A friend of mine, who really *is* working with me, has sewn up an official club uniform for her, as per my specs. See, she usually wears an armored coat, on top of everything else." Gabriel opens his palms. "Clearly, we need to remove that from her - hence the uniform. I've also been wearing my body armor every night during construction. Not because I had to, but to make her believe that I thought I needed to. Monique, you and Tornaq will hide behind the curtains to the private dance rooms. Bart, you can either run in at super speed, or try to play the part of anonymous guard, if you really think that she won't recognize you." He looks between the two before continuing. "I'll take her inside, all lights out. Hand her the uniform, tell her I want to see her in it to make sure it fits right before the opening. I direct her to the washroom to change. She drops the coat, puts on the uniform. Meanwhile?" He points to a small device sitting on the table. "Audio. I recorded myself removing my armor. She'll think I'm dropping it, but I'm not. She comes out, I'm behind the bar, hit the lights, you guys pounce. I'll grab what I can after that to help out. In theory, it's a very simple plan." Bartholemew receives another shrug. "I don't know why she's immune to water, but it's best to be prepared for it. But Monique.. what's an ice blade? Can you hold her down or something?"
"To hold her down? I do not think that I would be able to hold her down, no. Vampires are often very strong, from what little I know of such things," Monique says softly. "It sounds to be a solid plan, and I have hopes that it will work," she says, giving a small nod. Then she blushes a bit before reaching to a leather pouch that is on her belt. She opens it, then withdraws a four inch long rod of metal. She gives a quiet murmur of her native tongue, and the blade extends from the rod. "This would be an ice blade, Gabriel," she says quietly. It's more the size of a long knife rather than a sword, which suits her small stature better.
Bartholemew listens, nodding here and there as it's explained. "Sounds good enough a plan as any. I like the speed in thing, that way she doesn't even expect anyone other than you. Soon as I see the lights pop on, in I'll come a running. First thing to knock her down and try and stake her. I got some spears I made for just such an occasion."
"Perfect, Bart. Oh, if you could bring one of those magic lamps and drop it outside the door when you run in? That should keep her from being able to escape through the front door, I would think. Just one more bit of pain that she'd have to deal with. I can leave my comlink open so that both of you can hear what's going on between the two of us clearly." Gabriel looks around and nods, taking a moment to think. His eyes eventually end up on the admittedly beautiful but strangely proportioned ice blade. He can't help but ask - and would be a poor strategist if he didn't - "Does ice count as water? I've never heard of ice hurting vampires, but to be fair I'm not sure that it's ever come up, either. Oh, and if Tornaq can smack her around, pin her down, what have you that would be good too."
"I can always bring the daylight in as well," Monique offers, a small smile coming to the corners of her lips. It's one of the few things that she can offer, after all. "The blade of it could be larger, but, I have no skill with swords," she says softly, taking a moment to look to the ice of it. "I do not know how it will affect her, but it will at least hurt her if I manage to strike her with it," she muses, a thoughtful cast to her voice. "Tornaq will do what he can as well. He does not like her."
Bartholemew has that ready to go aura about him, probably just the way he vibrates right now while trying to stand somewhat still listening, "Well everything sound good to me, so unless there is something else to go with this plan. Just gimme a holler, you know how to find me."
Gabriel smiles and addresses Tornaq for the first time. "Good call, Tornaq. I don't like her either. I think... that she is an unfortunate young girl, no matter how technically old she might be, though that doesn't change my decision in the slightest. Okay then. I can't know when the situation will be perfect, so I'll have to try and call you guys in on the fly. But - we'll make it happen." He stands gently and looks around. "Bart, looks like you're itching to get out of here. Monique, if you'd like to stay and chat, the two of you are welcome."
