Jan 24 05:22:08 106 PA
From Chronicles
Another night falls in Kingsdale and that persistent fog collects once more to hang about the city in a dismal pall. IN the Dregs, only the desperate, the brave and the foolhardy venture out. Or those looking to make some trouble in the night. The hospital is open, however, and still under heavy guard. A woman will be waiting just inside the doors and the guards will let armed people in no further than that without being disarmed. But it seems this woman is waiting for someone(s) in particular, though not without a hint of annoyance.
The almost inaudible hum of her hovercycle the only indication of her arrival before she descends and coalesces from the fog. She worked hard to get word out to dealy the endeavor one day due to her tangle with vampires they night before. Though Sage could still not attend she send word to Sebastien so that he might fill in. She hopes he got it. Landing before the hospital she sits and waits, wondering what this night will bring.
The almost inaudible hum of Tirzah's hovercycle the only indication of her arrival before she descends and coalesces from the fog. She worked hard to get word out to dealy the endeavor one day due to her tangle with vampires they night before. Though Sage could still not attend she send word to Sebastien so that he might fill in. She hopes he got it. Landing before the hospital she sits and waits, wondering what this night will bring.
Vixen arrives from the north, walking at a brisk, but relaxed pace. With her body wrapped up in black treated armor, she lets her armored coat flare open as she goes. No need to worry about the chill as much and an open display of her preparedness. With her right hand sunk into one pocket of her coat, the left handles her lit, handrolled cig, holding it low to her side save for those times she lifts it for a draw. Pausing as she does so, glancing around for the last landmark.. ahh. A casual grin comes forth as she rounds a corner, spying the hospital in the distance. She makes for it at once, a trail of smoke left in her wake. Which affords her a clear view as Tirzah descends. "Showtime.." Murmured lowly to herself as her right hand emerges, hand sized video camera drawn out.
Sebastien emerges from the hospital, still checking the straps and seals on his armor. The young knight's finished a shift suturing and administering antibiotics, scarred face still visible as his helmet rides under one arm. He's anachronistic in plate and chain with a pair of swords balanced on his hip, though there's nothing anachronistic with the bulky rifle on his back. The dregs are a dangerous place! He clicks his tongue three times, smiling as a large clydesdale trots up to nuzzle at his hand. He peers over Sara's back to watch Tirzah approach, eyes narrowing as his grin deepens. "You said to meet you here, mademoiselle, but ah ... what is it that you had in mind?"
A dark figure that was crouching quietly on a nearby rooftop leaves its position with an quick and simple leap down to the ground, resulting in a loud 'thud' upon impact. The strangest thing about the figure is that it appears to have no armor on, but maybe it has one of those fancy new bangled force-fields hidden somewhere. Jaxain approaches Tirzah's hovercycle with a slow swagger, raising a hand in greeting as he nears. "Hey babe, you seen that lizard lady around yet?"
Said waiting woman emerges just behind Sebastien. He would know her as one of the medical professionals who shares in the shift work, still wearing the light, white garb that's common for most. As she's unarmored, but she doesn't venture far past the exterior door, casually scanning the area before she speaks. "Vyvian told me about what you're doing," she states, looking to Tirzah and Sebastien, then Jax. "Something came up and she had to see to it, but I'll help you. One of the rooms is currently empty. If you bring one of them here, I'll have the guards escort you to it and we can examine the person. But afterward he can't stay here. Getting permission for that wasn't part of the deal. Just a room for a few hours and a full physical and standard tests." Her tone isn't harsh, but she does sound a bit tired and tense.
Tirzah takes off her helmet and shakes her hair out before smirking at Sebastien. "Just some catch and release. Sorry for the short notice, but I knew I could count on you. We're going to hunt and catch one of the folks who's lost their sense in the fog for study." She explains to him simply. Then turning to Jax she shakes her head. "I sent word to her about the postponement but she didn't get back to me to indicate she would make it, so I assume.." And then the nurse speaks and that explains that. "Its ok, looks like Vixen here will try her hand at documenting our little wrangling." She offers with a gesture to Vixen. "And this is Sebastien, a local knight, he's filling in for Sage." She introduces with another flourish.
Vixen is quick to slip a cord out from within her coat, quickly linking it to the camera and an anchor point behind her right ear. Just in time as she eases up on the front of the hospital with it lifted at chest height, pointing the camera without use of the viewfinder. Looking to remain the unnoticed observer for a bit, she won't say anything, moving a little to the side to get a good view of everyone gathered. Shifting the point of view as talk is made and people are introduced. A zoomed in close up for each one before drawing back out for another wide view. "Don't mind the eye, just here to see what's to be seen, babe." she says simply.
Sebastien frowns at the camera, the expression splitting his face along the white scarred lines that crease his head. "Is it that you have a way to go hands-free on this and defend yourself, or are you just a victim we drag along?" He slips his helmet on then, playing with the seals at his neck for a few moments before brushing back the pig-nosed snout to peer out behind a very modern-looking visor, features dimly lit in pale blue with the reflection of the suit's display. The young knight stows the rifle across Sara's saddle, keeping an eye on Vixen as he does.
Jaxain clucks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and is silent for a moment as he looks at each person in turn, giving them a serious look of contemplation along with a nod of welcome, "Damn, my plan kinda revolved around her stone stuff." He shrugs, "Well, we can just do snatch and run then." He then spins on the ball of his foot and gives Vixen a brilliant grin. "Names Jax, by the way. Nice to meet 'cha." He He seems to enjoy being on camera, and unconsciously turns to provide the camera with a good profile shot as he bows. Turning to Sebastien, he says "And good to have you along, Sir Knight." He gives the other man a short bow. "Are you a psychic healer as I was told Sage is?"
The nurse glances at those gathered around and frowns slightly. "Just don't stir anything up.. if you do, don't bring it back here. We've got enough to deal with right now. I'll be waiting, the guards will be watching for you." And with that, she'll retreat back into the building, away from the cold night.
Tirzah nods to the nurse, this should be a simple enough errand. She didn't expect too much trouble, though given the neighborhood and her popularity here, she came prepared. "So lets get started then. Anyone have a viable means to detect crazy people?" She asks, that was going to be Sage's main contribution, but without her she'll have to be a little more creative. Calmly she surveys the area around the hospital reaching out with her link to fire to detect any sources of heat that the homeless huddle around. If they couldn't find the loonies, finding the regulars was a good start.
Vixen chuckles lowly at Seb's question, shifting the camera to zoom in on him. "I got a gun, but I don't plan to do no shooting aside from this. I bet you're all heavy hitters, right?" Her tone casually amused. "What's with the horse? Playing at the storybooks?" Her view shifts to Jax and she gives him some screen time before a zoom out encompasses both of them. "You guys got a plan or are you just going to wander around for a while?"
Raising his voice, Sebastien calls after the nurse, "What we find is up to the fog, mais merci beaucoup, we will be mindful!" He rubs a hand along Sara's nose, and casts Vixen another disparaging look. "What we are makes no great matter, mademoiselle. You are an anchor, one more person to pull out if things go wrong. If the time comes, you will drop this silly thing and pull a weapon, or perhaps you may be left behind." He shakes his head, and thrusts a hand at Jaxain to shake. "Sebastien Dubois. And I have no such healing ability, but ah, I can try to find these people. Perhaps it will work. Often non."
Jaxain looks at Tirzah, "I was made to believe that these 'crazy people' are rather common at night, and that if we were patient they would come to us. After all, when hunting the greatest ability one learns is patience. If we find no-one tonight, we could ourselves lucky, and try again." He shakes Sebastiens hand, and responds in french with a smile and a wink. He then turns and faces the assembled group, "On to business. I plan to capture and examine someone afflicted by the fog, to try and devine the motive, method, and, eventually, the cluprit. I am a professional exorcist and monster hunter, and I have seen things similar though not exactly alike to this in the past. My first goal tonight is to make sure nobody gets hurt, those under the influence as well as thier would be vicitms, if we can help it. My secondary goal is to gather information. Thank you all for coming."
Tirzah shrugs, prepared for this. She smirks at Vixen, "You've clearly never been hunting before Vixen. To the unknowing, wandering around is the plan. But there's more to it. I can sense all the fires around us, which are the heat source for the homeless here. We'll go to each in turn and see if anyone has seen any strange behavior. Meanwhile Sebastien will try to detect them at reasonable interval, and the rest of us can keep our ears open for any screams or other signs of delusional behavior. And do try to be discrete." She advises, looking at them each in turn before putting her helmet back on. Her look to Sebastien is sterner, the 'play nice' look. "The first fire is about a hundred yards in that direction." She says, pointing east.
"Relax, man. Never asked for a guardian angel and if I did, you wouldn't be it. Too stuffy for my tastes," Vixen tells Seb with a casual grin. "Besides, who's more likely to get shot at? You on your horse or me, not doing much of anything?" She seems confident enough. And she's armored. Though the gun she speaks of isn't readily obvious. She keeps her camera moving from one to another, always pointing and shooting without making use of the viewfinder. Looking to capture as much as possible. She nods to Tirzah and motions with her free left hand. "Lead on, babe. Won't even know I'm here."
Sebastien gives Tirzah a sweet smile back, saying blithely, "Je ne suis pas sur que la rousse est consideree comme une dame." He reaches for a nearby railing. Well, it was a traffic sign, but only the post is left and it's bent at chest height like a hummer rolled over it. His gauntleted hands wrap around it, head dropping a moment as the young knight falls silent. Words swirl about him unnoticed, the man a silent island in a violent sea. Gradually, he twitches. And again. Rhythmically, his head bobs, as if to a silent beat. The young knight gasps, and takes a sudden step back as if the pole were a live wire, blinking. "I..." he speaks, and falls silent. "If you do not have silver, or a cross, get them now." He swallows, and casts a long glance back at Sara, eyes looking just a little more haunted as he hesitantly walks back to his horse and climbs into the saddle.
Jaxain raises an eyebrow at Sebastien, and then quickly looks around for any scraps lying around. Moving quickly, he grabs up two sticks of wood, one longer than the other, and cuts off a length of his rope belt to tie them into a crude but service worthy cross. "What did you sense, Sir Knight?"
Tirzah mutters, reaching into the compartment of her shoulder pad to pull out a simple wooden cross, and a flashlight. "I'm beginning to get annoyed by my tendency to encounter undead during outings at night." She notes as she turns on the very bright headlamp on her helmet, avoiding looking at the others so she doesn't blind them. "Any impression on direction Sebastien?" She asks, unsure of the best course.
When Sebastien does his twitching routine, Vixen homes in on him almost at once, catching part of it. Her brows rise and she grins, the pleased expression lingering after he's let go of the object. "What'd you see, man?" The nature of the ability might escape her, but she has a sense for what just happened. "What'd you have for them people out there who might get a listen on this?" Eager she is to hear it, moving closer to Sebastien as well as zooming in just a bit for a good close up. Whether or not she has any of the above items.. well, she doesn't reveal. But it is a nice, largish coat. Could have all sorts of things in those pockets.
Sebastien just stares at Vixen, eyes level with mouth a tight line, and he casually lowers the pig nosed visor into place, heeling Sara to a trot towards where that first fire was identified. The young knight makes sure his cross -- fire opals on the fluted silver ends -- dangles from around his neck before just settling in. Back straight, head up. This may be a long night.
Jaxain takes a quick moment to survey the troop and then looks at Tirzah and then to Vixen. "I'm going to check the roofs." he says simply, he looks again at Tirzah and points at his own eyes with his index and middle fingers spread appart, and then points at Vixen. With that, he takes a few bounding bounding steps and then leaps gracefully up 6 feet into the air to catch the edge of the nearest building and pull himself up. He parallels the groups course, but from an elevated postion he might spot trouble before it can spot them.
Tirzah shrugs, prepared anyway. Moving her cycle forward she paces with Sebastien, heading for the first fire. "Excited?" She asks. "This is just like work so far. Try to look at Vixen as a client, you should get used to folks like her if you wanna be a guide." She suggests kindly as the come out to the first fire. Once she can see it she'll survey the area to identify if anyone's present from a distance.
Vixen smirks and states, "Way to be part of the team, man." she says to him. She then flips the camera around as Seb walks off to get on his horse. "Dear Diary, Strong silent types, gotta love 'em? She glances towards him, then back to the camera, her monologue into it given no higher or lower tone than her natural. "Nah. Cryptic don't cut it when it comes to danger." The camera gets flipped back around and she moves closer to the rest, glancing about as she keeps her camera focused forward, towards the other three. She'll keep pace so long as they don't move too fast. She's not slow, nor out of shape.
"Here I was thinking of you as the client," Sebastien replies with a small smile on his voice. He casts another disapproving glance at Vixen, and just shakes his head. "Exciting is not the word. I am tired. Tired of this fog, this looming undead. Tired of talking dinosaurs, of bombings, of these petty squabbles when there is so much else to do." His voice drops, and he adds, "I am here to see this through, get this done, so that I can enjoy the night again."
Jaxain continues on his fleet overhead jog, on the lookout for any obvious dangers, but out of immediate earshot from the rest for the time being (barring yelling).
The trip towards the source of fire is not long, nor troublesome. Down what passes for a road, Tirzah will be able to track the source down a moderately narrow alleyway, which leads between a small cluster of what were once one and two story buildings, though two of the five there have sense fallen almost to pieces, the other three still standing, but in a state of general disrepair. Jax will find the going a bit treacherous, though for now can keep up with the pack using some judicious caution in where he decides to rest his weight. Through the alley will be a ruined courtyard that once sat between the buildings. An old planter box where a tree might have stood remains, but all else that might mark the nature of the place has sense rotted away, been destroyed or carted off. The place will, however, be home to a group of five raggedly dressed people, wearing multiple layers of dirty, ripped clothing to keep out the chill, huddling together around a battered barrel being used for a controlled fire. There are two other alleyways leading out from the courtyard and, for now, the place seems relatively peaceful.
Tirzah dismounts and takes her helmet off to approach the folks calmly, casually holding her cross and flashlight should they not be people. Pulling out some crackers and cheese she got from the deli she carries them over and gives them to the folks. "I was wondering if you folks could tell me if you have seen anyone acting odd in the fog tonight, as people have been doing lately." She asks with a kind tone.
Vixen will keep pace and once at the alley, glance back with a pause to consider the surroundings before she dips in along with the rest. Once the central courtyard area is reached, she lingers back by one of the shattered buildings, picking a good spot to dip to a knee and start filming. For now she remains just what she said she'd be. The silent eye that sees what there is to be seen. Sebastien slows Sara to a walk, and stops her fifteen fete back from the gathering. Finding a patch of shadow in the night to wrap his armored lines in darkness, he waits quiet as the grave. The pale blue glow from his visor sweeps the group, and the alleys beyond, though he comes no closer. Tirzah makes a better emissary.
Jaxain is, so far, of a similar mindset to sebastien. He keeps and eye out from above, wondering at the cryptic warning from the knight. For now, patience is the name of the game.
The reaction of the people is, perhaps, quite typical. the moment Tirzah comes into view, one of the five makes a break for it. No questions, no pause to see who is coming. He just gets up and goes, off into the night. The other four seem normal enough for some of the lowest of the low in Dregtown. All of them rise when the interlopers come. At least seeing Tirzah, Vixen and Sebastien, even if he hangs back a bit. One of them that the others seem to position themselves behind is a squat, plump woman, her form made only more bulky by the clothing that covers her. None seem, at first, too eager to partake of what is being offered to them and the woman speaks up, her voice rough and firm, but unable to veil entirely the uncertain fearfulness for the sudden strangers. "Why? You lookin' to do a round up? Ain't about t'go quietly with none of you," she declares.
Tirzah smirks, keeping her kind demeanor. "Not of any of you." She replies calmly. "We wish to get in contact with someone affected by the fog so we might solve the problem. Any help would be most appreciated, but i understand if you cannot feel safe doing so. If that's the case me and my friends will be on our way." She states, reaching out with her senses to find that next fire while she awaits their decision. Particularly she'll be interested to see if there is one in the direction that the fellow ran off in.
Vixen keeps her camera where the action is, zooming in on speakers, doing smooth pans from one to another. She keeps the camera low, guided by whatever means she has to track what she's shooting. For now she remains stationary, even as Tirzah talks of moving along, her focus moving back to the poor unfortunates for said decision.
The young knight sits patiently, hands on the horn of his saddle with one thumb idly stroking the rifle underneath. His head pans to watch their backs, and then again forward to the crowd of unfortunates. There's an air about him, of barely contained violence. The leather saddle creaks softly under is gauntlets.
Jaxain, if anyone could see him from the ground, would look relaxed but alert. He glances at the other memebers of the party, especially the Knight, looking for signs of danger or that they might have spotted something. He still carries his makeshift cross in his left hand, but he has no other weapons drawn.
The people are cautious. Two of the remaining eye Sebastien carefully, while one gives a disapproving look Vixen's way, shifting to move himself out of the view of her camera lens. The leading female glances towards Sebastien, then back towards Tirzah, evaluating her carefully before she says, "Maybe we know something.. but information ain't free and you look like you got credits to spare." Her expression remains firm as she states, "One hundred credits and we'll tell you.. no cards, the real stuff," she adds, lending that distinction some emphasis.
Tirzah cocks her head at that. She'd be more than willing to pay if the had a firm certainty that it would pay off. She considers that a moment. "Alright, 500 credits to the person who personally leads us to someone affected by the fog. Under the condition that we do confirm he is that way from the fog through by opinion of a third party. That means that once you lead us to such a person, you lead us to someone that knows him who can confirm they're not normally out of it." She offers, smiling, and eager to bargain.
Vixen edges a bit to the side as the one man tries to evade her sight, but after a few moments and little luck in getting a clear image of him as well, she gives up on that and remains relaxed back, shifting her focus between Tirzah and the plump woman, a subtle grin coming to her lips as she remains an impartial observer for now.
Sebastien smells a hustle! The big guy cocks his head to the side, voice easing through the air with all the subtlety of an idling buick. "The next crazy might come for you. Maybe yo'll know him. He's your good friend John. You know him. He's been by that other fire. And now he wanders towards you with a dead look in his eyes, a knife in his hand. He doesn't respond when you call his name. All he knows is blood lust, and come morning he wakes in a sea of red under a door. His hands torn from trying to claw his way through the wood, as he couldn't remember how to operate a knob. And everywhere, the smell of death, and a trail of carnage he can't recall. But somewhere deep inside, he knows your broken bodies are weights on his soul." Sebastien's voice falls quiet then, chin dipping as he lets the horror sink in. "We're not here to punish, mademoiselle. I have no use of vengeance. Those afflicted have suffered enough. Perhaps, if we can understand it, we may lift their curse. You will have one less bump to fear in the night."
Jaxain leaps down from the roof at that moment, adding his voice. "I can understand you not caring about the lives of others, but the fact that you continue to exist here shows you value your own life. I will save you dispite yourself, but first you must tell me what you know." His pose upon landing shows off his muscular form and prowress, but otherwise fails to impress more than any other guy landing from off of a roof.
The mention of a larger number gets some murmurs from the other three, but the leading woman seems less eager than the others. Though the low chatters is interrupted when Jax jumps down, the four of them shying away from this newest interloper. The plump spokeswoman seems to grow irritated as more voices enter the chorus. She eyes Jax and Seb in particular, the former getting an openly irritated, "Ain't never seen you do nothing for me, pretty boy." Then she looks at Sebastien and tells him, "I know someone that probably got.. whatever is in the air. So don't preach at me with your pretty words." She then fixes on Tirzah. "The deal is one hundred credits. Then you get your information and you get along on your way. I got no promises for you and none of us are tagging along with you people, just to get shafted when you decide what we got ain't good enough."
Tirzah shakes her head, not willing to pay less with nothing to back the lead. "50 credits for your terms, take it or leave it before we go see if others are more reasonable to ours." She states flatly. Though she is not impressed by Sebastien and Jax's vain efforts to win favor she doesn't let it show. Instead she focuses on her link again to sense the fires around while she waits on the final word.
Vixen shifts her camera towards the two guys when they speak, lingering through the length of their words, the whole scene seeming to please her immensely given the linger of her broad grin. She eases up as the plump woman speaks again, easing to the side to get a better angle on the talk. But she holds her tongue and lets things play out.
"If you know them, help them." Sebastien rumbles back, unmoving from his seat. "Help us end this nightmare, even if only for your friends. We have medical and magical care waiting. There is an army of the dead. My red-haired friend and I fought them outside the city. hey are like vampires. Brutal, nearly invulnerable, sadistic. And armed. Do not let the same happen here. Do not let your friends become a part of the bloodbath. We can help them before it is too late."
The plump woman makes a faint, disagreeable noise, obviously not happy with the deal. But she nods once. "First we see the credits, then you get your information," she states simply. Sebastien get's a firm look. "You talk a lot, but that's all it is to me. Talk. I don't know you.." She pauses, sweeping the rest with her eyes. "Don't know none of you. But I do know we ain't got much for the pot tomorrow." She looks at Tirzah. "Fifty credits will feed us for a week." She holds out her hand, waiting.
Jaxain closes his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them again they are just slightly out of focus as he stares intently at a space just a few inches above the womans head.
Tirzah nods and turns to the air where her aide resides. "Hand me my satchel." She asks the air and it does, the satchel coalescing in her open hand. Then she reaches in and pulls out 50 credits to hold up before the woman. "A weeks worth of food, or enough to get you cleaned up enough to get out of here and make 50 credits or more a day. My offer still stands." She states, showing 500 credits briefly. Vixen shakes her head slightly, but keeps her peace as she films steadily. The impartial eye flicks towards Tirzah, zooming out to take in the sudden appearance of the bag and then tightens in again on her and the plump woman for the exchange. "Gold, baby," she murmurs lowly to herself, remaining quite pleased.
Sebastien falls silent at the woman, and shakes his head. Heeling Sara, the young knight walks her beyond the group, out towards the night, with a small smile on his face. It's not a petty smile, but he's not sharing.
If the 50 is held out to be taken, the woman will take it and give Tirzah a dirty look before handing it back to one of the other four. "There's a flattened building south of here." She pivots, pointing in the proper direction. Go down the block, right and straight on until you see it. Big mound of rock, got a old neon sign leaning on a rail. Like a flag. Has basements and a gap to go in. They go in there sometimes. Seen it with my own eyes. Now get out." Transaction done, it seems, as the woman will cross her arms over her chest and say no more.
Jaxain nods slowly, "I belive she is telling the truth." He looks at the bag woman and gives her a short bow. "I thank you for your aid. We will leave now, and bother you no further." He looks at the group and nods, then begins heading the way the lady indicated.
Tirzah nods and hands her satchel back to her aide where it appears to dissolve into thin air once more. "Thanks for your help." She says with a smile before heading back to her cycle and putting her helmet back on. "I'm sensing several fires in the are she described, so it looks to be more active. Keep your guards up." She advises before leading them on.
Vixen rises up now that it seems matters are settled for now. Her camera work relaxing to a more casual lean. she merely bobs her head agreeably and starts to follow along with the rest for now. Though she will keep her attention back a little, to get a few more shots on the Dregs dwellers, should they prove photogenic before the group has left entirely.
Queueing his radio, Sebastien wonders softly, "How many fusion blocks is it that we would need to flatten the dregs and start over? " His mood seems to have degenerated from tired and angry to plain foul. "Let us not approach this place directly, but set up a post and wait. If we see a person approach the building, we intercept. If that strikes out, we can always storm the castle later."
"Got no reason to lie," the plump woman states before she motions to the others. They all start to gather up their possessions. Mostly wrapped up in bundles for ease of carrying. They don't plan to stick around, it seem and whilst they do so, they keep a wary eye on the outsiders as they go, not picking a direction until they're out of sight.
Jaxain says to Tirzah, "We might find some of our quary in this direction, but if this is some kind of den we might want to be better prepared before we strike deep inside. What say you?"
Tirzah smirks as she rides along side Sebastien once more "Actually I was going to ask my aide to go in ahead of us for reconnaissance, but we can storm the castle if you guys really want to." She teases, trying to remind Sebastien she is here with him, use to be that would be enough to keep gloom away.
"Wait and watch seems smart to me. After all, if she was telling it straight, they come and go.. so eventually one should come or go," Vixen puts in. "Just depends how long.. any of you bring snacks?" Her relaxed demeanor lingers as she keeps up with the steady pace of the travel, having got her last shots, now keeping a general bead on the others with her camera.
"We brought Tirzah," Sebastien rumbles, and points down the curved road. "Jaxain, once we find the entrance you will be on a rooftop nearby. The characteristic of these people is a loss of thinking, a mindless blood rage. Elevated you should be able to give plenty of warning. If it is that you can find a way to take the reporter with you, she will be out of the way and, I think, get a better shot.
Tirzah nods as the come up on the structure described. Finding no fault in the plan she turns to her aide. "Expore the full extent of that collapsed structure with the sign and discover how many reside there, whether they are armed or armored. Then come back and tell me the findings." She instructs it simply wondering if it prefers this pointless (to it) task over folding clothes before remembering it doesn't care regardless.
Vixen glances towards Seb and Jax idly when the topic of her on a roof comes up. "Probably get a better shot form up there for sure." Of course, one can easily guess the sort of shots she has in mind. She considers Jax then and adds, "Just don't get any funny ideas."
Sebastien slows Sara as they draw near, idly rubbing her neck and considering the building from the furthest out he can see it. Holding up one hand, he waits and watches the road, and takes a look around the block. Keeping an eye out for cover.
When it comes to getting set up, it isn't too hard. The area is littered with ruins, rubble and hiding places, so finding a discreet location not too far from the ruined building to watch. And a half collapsed building, with the remaining half stable enough for use, makes for an adequate vantage point to the west, if a little distant from the scene. But good enough. The elemental will go in and, for a few minutes, he out of direct contact. It will be during those minutes that someone comes lurching from the south east.
It's a man. Looks like a ganger of some stripe, though precise affiliation is a question mark. He's a some roughed up Huntsman body armor on, though his helmet is missing and his hair is mussed. there's a side arm in a holster at his side. He stumbles into a pile of rubble near to his path, leaning against it for a moment before he takes several seemingly unsteady steps forward, moving out towards the 'front' of the destroyed building, near to where the opening is. He pauses and glares about, though there is no indication that he sees or focuses on anything in particular.
Jaxain leaps quietly off of the roof and moves casually into the view of the man, testing how the other will react, but doesn't move towards him.
Tirzah just watches, not seeing any indication that the man is crazy as opposed to drunk. And since Jax is all too eager to be the one to get a closer look, who is she to argue?
Vixen will settle down on her belly on the elevated perch before the strange guy comes, taking time to get some good shots of the area whilst they wait. When someone shows up, moving out of the fog, she homes in on him, only breaking from the man's odd approach when Jax jumps down. Shifting the camera to follow him before she draws back until her wide shot has both of them in it.
Sebastien breathes, "Easy there..." while pointing the man out to Sara, leaning over to whisper sweet nothings in her delicate, conical ear. Things like 'acquire target' and 'wait for my direction.'
When Jax jumps down, he'll he about fifty feet from where the man stands now. The sound of the landing is enough to get his attention before the sweep of his eyes might have caught on to the man's presence. The ganger turns in a jerk, posture slouched, given a subtly feral lean. His eyes narrow to slits and the odd, 'drunken' behavior fades in favor of a something more coordinated and smooth. After a moment of pause, he starts to move towards Jax in turn, the pace of advance starting slow and steadily rising with each passing moment.
Jaxain seems surprised by the mans actions, and even moves backwards and raises his hands in self defense, "Hey, what are you doing? I don't want trouble! I have money, you can have it all!" He says, turning his head briefly away from the approaching man to shoot a conspirital stage wink at the camera. "Don't hurt meeeee!"
Tirzah giggles, shaking her head at Jax's poor drama skills. But she had to commend him, takes a big man to act like a fool on purpose. Watching the suspects reaction she focuses on him, ready to cast.
Vixen's eyes widen slightly as the man starts to go for Jax, but she keeps her camera steady. The act gets a smirk from her. "If he buys that, he's gotta be out of his mind," she murmurs lowly to herself. Not seeming overly worried, but not getting lax on keeping the camera's focus on the action.
You paged Jaxain with 'The man's thoughts are directionlessly violent in almost every way, from a scan of what his surface thoughts encompass. Unless you're going to use another sensing spell or ability, you can't tell much more than that.'
Sebastien swallows a laugh, and leans back, gazing appraisingly at Jax. "Well, he can sing," he murmurs at Tirzah, glancing briefly in the redhead's direction. "But is it that he can dance?" He looks unconcerned.
The ganger doesn't seem to acknowledge Jax's words or actions at all, none of it giving him pause, not bringing a flicker from his expression. Though as he draws near an angry grimace rises and a throaty growl will roll up from his throat. he goes for no weapons and will, quite simply, leap at the man with arms outstretched, fingers grasping.
Jaxain will simply allow the man to attack him, and attempts to cast a spell while ignoring the assault as thought it were inconsequential.
Tirzah draws on her link to air and focuses on the man attacking Jax, lifting him into the air with the power, smirking slightly. (levitate)
"Stupid.." Murmured by Vixen as she keeps shooting, having zoomed in as the action grew tighter. She keeps her attention on her shooting, both eyes and camera inspecting the happenings before her with interest and pleasure.
Sebastien draws a couple long-necked zip ties from his saddle bags, looping them while keeping his eyes on the front of the building, and beyond the action. Head on the swivel, keeping an eye on the area surrounding the action instead of the action itself.
With Jax not doing a thing to stop him, the man will leap upon him bodily, wrapping his hands around the man's throat with great relish. Though before his weight might try and bear Jax to the ground, he gets caught by Tirzah's levitation. This, however, doesn't mean that Jax is released. If anything, it will only encourage the man to squeeze harder. Average sized, he has above average strength and tries digging his thumbs at Jax's throat.
Jaxain studies the man for a moment as he is grabbed by the neck and raised up off of the ground, and then seems to decide to handle the situation in a rather bizarre manner. Jax punches himself, sandwiching the poor mans hand between his well muscled neck and his fist. Jaxain then drops, instantly freed from the choke hold, and takes a slow step backwards before throwing another wink at the camera. He then pulls out his cross and holds it up to the man, seeing if it has any effect.
The man goes up, and up until he's about thirty feet in the air. then drawing on her link once more Tirzah conjures a mist about him (cloud of slumber) and patiently waits for him to succumb to it.
Vixen suppresses the urge to verbally show her amusement at the scene before her, though the broad grin shows enough of it, were anyone near enough to get a look at it. Though when the sudden cloud about the man comes into being, she zooms out a little, then back in, not too sure where it came from. she glances towards Tir and Seb as she keeps her camera trained precisely on Jax and the hanging man.
Sebastien calmly placidly watches the goings-on outside the engagement. The trees, the squirrels, the dilapidated buildings, the black tar that may have at one point been something wholesome that seems to line the rue. His eyes flick up, back, and around, shaking his head in disapproval at the perplexed-looking street-goers who may stray nearby.
The man shouts out in pain when his hand gets hit, it obviously not feeling very good at all. But that doesn't stay him from snatching at Jax with the other hand in a futile gesture as he's lifted higher. the cross doesn't seem to phase him in the least either. And with the cloud of sleep, it is only a matter of time and once that time passes, he'll go limp.
As to this place, no one passes by. At least, no one that the quartet can see. Some might opine there are always eyes on the Dregs, even if you can't see them, they can see you.
Tirzah smiles to Sebastien as she starts lowering the man back down. "Your turn." She offers, letting him go up and secure him before he regains consciousness. Meanwhile she'll wonder what is taking her aide, and what it found.
Jaxain waits patiently for the unconsious body to lower, and catchest it lightly. He disarms and disarmors the body quickly, and ties him up tightly with his rope before picking him up and toting him to the hospital for further examination.
