02-05-2017, 02:35 PM
001 [WIP]
Henri || Morning. A rowhouse on a quiet street in a somewhat normal New Kuthican city. At the house's front door stood five figures--from left to right, a Syel human, an Angelic, two tall, dark-pelted Lycan cyborgs ,one with accent lights set blue, and a Sarkiri. The human pushed down on the front door handle, then shoved the door open with a creak, "It's still unlocked," he said, turning to the other four, "might have been a raid of some kind. Erica's not exactly irresponsible when it comes to her own securi--" A clang from the other side of the door. Poking his head around, Henri found out that the interior handle had sheared right off the door after he opened it. "--definitely a home invasion. Everyone in, we need to find something--anything--that might give us an idea of what happened here." He then threw what was left of the door open, and motioned everyone inside.
Ree`ath seems to almost casually stroll into the building, looking around with inexpressive blue eyes. The Sarkiri glances back towards a meek-looking female Kovulzel who sticks right by his tail, appearing to want to shrink in on herself and curling her long, fluffy tail around her legs. The Sarkiri sighs as he continues looking around. "Not much for interior decorating," he comments lightly but seriously. "but it suits this planet I suppose." He points Ninyu to a different part f the room and she immediately darts over, searching, as Ree'ath nspects the area near him.
Dairo || Reflected on the surface of a pair of blue shades, the towering 7 foot figure of a man entered the home rather carefully, but nonchalantly. This man felt the rays of the morning sun hit against his tan leather jacket all the way down to his feet. Such an assortment of clothing was not really normal for a Grenian socialite, especially one who has always been bathed in the highest form of technology. But his eyes always showed a deep appreciation for the classics. Nothing in any world beat a leather jacket, some shades, and nice shoes. Dairo, as his name was, walked forward slightly until his foot caught against a broken chair fragment. He looked down and identified a few scuff marks, then placed his hands in his pockets. "Hmph." he muttered. "Unprofessional in abduction. They seem pretty inept." he comments with a slight air of playful condescension. He then hung his thumb to his belt and went into a contra posto stance. "The way they stormed in seems like they were in a hurry. So I doubt they stood around the property for long to scout or anything."
Henri || As both Lycans stepped inside, the taller of the two--one Jack Evans--knelt down to pick up the severed doorhandle. Cradling the oject in his left hand, he positioned the watch on his right over the are where the handle had sheared off hits partner before falling out of the housing, and without so much as a word, commanded his watch to scan it using its scanning mode. After the blue beam of light had finished shifting up and down across the broken handle, he let out a concerned, but unsurprised hum, and made the following known; "I'll say. It seems like whoever broke the handle did so with a rather crude magitech beam cutter focused through the lock mechanism on the exterior handle." He then eyeballed the end of the handle. "Likely whoever did the entry wasn't very well-versed in breaking locks." The shorter one, who had introduced himself on the way here as Sam Evans, started roving around the main floor looking for any signs of strugglew or damage, but finding none. He turned to Henri, "Hold on, Henri. If this were a normal home invasion..." he started, "... why didn't the perps try for anything but Erica?"
Ree`ath picks up a book and flips it to look at the back cover. "Probably because they weren't trying to rob her." He sets the book down and walks further in, running his hand along the wall as if looking for dents or other damage. "Perhaps she made enemies. Or there was something about her they wanted. But I doubt it was any of her belongings they were after." He glances at Henri. "Any of that sound plausible?"
Dairo pipes up a bit "Ahh, made enemies." He exaggerates a motion with his hands to emphasize it, though he seemed a bit worn about that subject as if he was tired of hearing it. "Make one and they come for you and stick you in a hole they dug for you, etcetera etcetera." He looks around the room a bit more, specifically to more darker corners. Crouching down in a corner where a book case was at, his finger grazes a light beam from outside and as if it were a solid, pulls it towards the corner to illuminate it. "I'm afraid any political or personal conflict that could result in an abduction can give his argument some weight."
Henri || Jack speaks up. "Well, there is one possible reason," he starts, walking over to the TV cabinet and opening the second drawer down on the far left, specifically, "and it's this card." He pulled out a laminated black card with a strange pictograph on it and flashed it to everyone. "See that symbol? It's the written form of the Common numeral six in our language." Jack then brings up a projection of a similar card with a simpler pictograph from his watch. "This is my card. It has our form of two printed on it." Henri gasped, almost shocked given the implication of these numbers, "So, whoever took her--" "Knew who she was and what she was a part of, yes."
Ree`ath || Ninyu tilts her head and looks over in interest at the card, but Ree'ath simply gives a cold smirk. "So, as a member of an organization that would certainly draw political attention, enmity, and heat, you two carry around, what- business cards marking your affiliation to that organization?" He chuckles and Ninyu withdraws from the projection, looking restless. "Aren't you the clever one. No wonder someone found out."
Dairo looked at the cards, then looked at Jack. "Oh, those numbered jerks."
Henri || "Who knows, one day people might find mine next to your body." Jack shot back, clearly irritated with the lizard's snark, "Remember I'm only putting up with having your kind around because of Henri." With that, he turned to Dairo. "Yes, 'those numbered jerks'." he responded, "Honestly, I blame Zero. It was their goddamn idea to make these cards." With a nod, Henri picked up where he left off. "So, if they knew she was affiliated with you, then..?" he asked. "Who could it be?" Sam asked, finishing Henri's question for him, "You don't think it could be him, do you? I mean, he's been inactive and in hiding for decades."
Ree`ath merely gives an amused chuckle at Jack's retort, unfazed by the insult and implied threat. "And here I thought Feronites considered themselves progressive." He says only this in reply, motioning for Ninyu to return to his side. She does so, darting a look at the cyborg Lycan, saying nothing as usual. The Kovulzel's wide blue eyes do flick to each person as they speak, but most of the time drt between Ree'ath and Jack, sensing the tension. Ree'ath ignored her. "And who is this 'him' you're referring to?" He asks with the same amusement, though slightly less given the mood of the conversation.
Dairo keeps inspecting the area around him, taking an even more detailed look at the scuff marks left behind and noting their unusual grooves on the floor. With his enhanced sight, he had no problems identifying any missed details. Without looking at the group, he pipes up "You have to be a little more specific than that." he tilts his head. "Who?"
Henri || Jack sighs. Old wounds were about to be opened again. "Dean Evans," he responds, visibly angry, "our adoptive 'father'. The air quotes are because both Sam and I hate his guts, and I at least want his ass dead." Sam nods, and proceeds to finish the seething Jack's thought for him. "The question is how he knows about Jack's affiliation," he says, "it's fairly recent so unless he's working with someone knowledgeable on the matter, it's hard for him to know."
Dairo takes a moment to sigh before standing up and placing his hands behind him. His posture straightens up. "Dean....dean dean dean....the name rings a bell but I can't form a visual here--" he realizes that he might be going into a ramble, then coughs. "So if he knows about those numbered jerks via a proxy, then maybe finding said proxy should be our first step. Maybe.." Dairo snaps. "It can open up some avenues."
Ree`ath 's tail twitches in apparent impatience at the lack of answers. "Clearly, if he's your 'adoptive father', and I'm assuming you two left against his will, he'd want to keep tabs on you." He comments. "With that being said, what does he do? Line of work? Where has he been that you can't deal with them directly?"
Henri || "Against his will is a bit of a stretch." Sam responded, "He kind of killed our parents and kidnapped us in the first place. His will doesn't exactly factor in to our decisions." Jack's hand balled into a fist. "Not only that, but his goons seperated us after we were taken." he said, "It took me forever to reunite with Sam." Sam steers the conversation back on topic. "As for what he does... he headed up a mercenary corps specialising in assassination and stealth. To give credit where credit is due, the man is a martial arts genius."
Ree`ath nods thoughtfully. "There you go, then." He makes a gesture with one of his clawed hands. "Assassins and stealth. Back on Ceskion, when training assassins, we train them not just to kill, but also to gain information without being seen." He crosses his arms. "The obvious answer if that you two are most likely being watched."
Dairo nods while moving nonchalantly towards the fridge, humming in affirmation to what has been said. "Assassin corps. If they've gone this far to kidnap someone, perhaps they wanted a bargaining chip at this point." Dairo rummages through the fridge, almost flinching once his hand holding the door runs over a notable gash. /Not one of a blade, but not one of a fist...what is this..?/ "Anyway, I should collect more info on these unusual gashes and send them off to be tested. Something doesn't square up with me here."
Ree`ath glances at Dairo. "It's easier to hide the evidence by kidnapping them and killing them elsewhere, making it seem like they disappeared first, than to kill someone in their own home. That way the attackers can choose where the blood spills."
Dairo raises his brow, setting down a piece of milk chocolate back to it's place. "Ohh? That sounds like a solid theory." he gives Ree'ath a slightly daring and mocking look. "Almost one supported by experience."
Henri || "Actually, as far as I remember..." Jack said, shooting a sharp glare at Ree'ath, "there were some of you Sarks under his command as well." Jack then tried to make a swing at Ree'ath, but Sam stepped in and stopped him. "Jack!" he yelled, "We're not here to kill, we're here to investigate!" Henri sighed, "Yes, that's a good theory."
Ree`ath tenses up, instinctively ready to defend himself, but Ninyu speaks up immediately. "Mister Cayalus is an ambassador, sir, not an assassin." Her eyes are wide ans she seems fearful of a fight erupting, but Ree'ath relaxes. "Thank you, Ninyu." He glances at Jack, unimpressed by the display. "I do not have any affiliation with Sarkiri assassins beyond representing my world as an emissary. I do not need to be involved to know how such a huge part of our culture works." A pause, and a slight smirk. "You would do well to remember this before you spark a fight over suspicions."
Dairo looks at the two and silently observes, though his thoughts stay to himself. Being part of such a powerful family like the Errins did end up having some lasting effect with him, and that was the custom of holding your tongue. Among other things, Dairo organizes his thoughts and leans against the fridge. "So-- Syelsumoii-- /Henri/, right? Now that we're throwing around ideas, you have a game plan brewing up in your head? Or do we have to sit in this feud a little longer, hear some more assumptions and hostilities thrown back and forth, before coming to a conclusion?"
Henri || "Well, I did find something that might confirm Ree'ath's theory," Henri responds, picking up what looked to have been a standard prosthetic leg with the Evans Technology imprint on it. Sam's eyes then widened and he took the leg and looked it over. "This isn't one of ours," he says, "Our company ​was​ commissioned--probably at her request--by a hospital to make a prosthetic limb, but this is too heavy to have been fashioned of our standard 80% adamantium bronze." He mainuplated the knee joint, which the prompted a dislodged piece of paper to fall out on to the floor, open, and face up. On it, there was a crudely-drawn version of Dean's logo. He blinked. "Well, I guess that confirms it."
Dairo || "he could have done a better job with that logo, to be honest."
Dairo then followed up, not really disregarding the air of seriousness that he had just disbanded with his comment. "So the home is somewhat ransacked, gashes everywhere, a freaking /leg/ with a logo paper." Dairo closes his eyes and crosses his arms. "The levels of obvious are almost offensive."
Ree`ath || "Obviously it means he wanted you to find this," the Sarkiri states, looking at the others. "It's bait. A trap, or a challenge. Or perhaps both." He looks at the paper, crouching for a better view at the poorly-drawn logo. "Will you take it?"
Henri || "Well, obviously." Sam responded, "but we didn't come here to debate about what Dean's intentions were. We came to find out what happened to Erica." He looks to Jack. "So, any ideas where he might have taken her?" "Well, I do know where he's holed up, but getting in might be tough."
Dairo flinches at the last thing Sam said. "You're kidding." He turns to Jack, foot tapping rather impatiently. "You know where he's holed up......? Why mention this till /now/? Half past noon and we could have been over at this guy's place-- who is CLEARLY sloppy with his intentions, knocking at his door for some answers like competent--" he couldn't say people. He himself wasn't human and the only human was Henri, so he sighs. "--Beasts."
Ree`ath raises an eyebrow(?) at the new revelation. "This would have been very useful information a few minutes ago when I asked."
Dairo || /And Emri said I was stupid./
Henri || "Well I apologise if I don't like giving information out to enemies." Jack responded, venom in his voice. "WELL THEN..." Sam shouted, drowning out Jack before he could start rambling, "With that out of the way, I guess we should get going."
Dairo rolled his eyes at Jack "Angels are inherently friendly. Not made to be enemies, so don't bunch me up there with your racial assumptions huh?"
Ree`ath tilts his head with a hard-to-read expression at Jack. "You think we're enemies, then? I assure you..." He grins, flashing sharp canine teeth. "you don't want me as one." But then he shrugs and nods at Sam. "I agree. We need to move."
Ree`ath seems to almost casually stroll into the building, looking around with inexpressive blue eyes. The Sarkiri glances back towards a meek-looking female Kovulzel who sticks right by his tail, appearing to want to shrink in on herself and curling her long, fluffy tail around her legs. The Sarkiri sighs as he continues looking around. "Not much for interior decorating," he comments lightly but seriously. "but it suits this planet I suppose." He points Ninyu to a different part f the room and she immediately darts over, searching, as Ree'ath nspects the area near him.
Dairo || Reflected on the surface of a pair of blue shades, the towering 7 foot figure of a man entered the home rather carefully, but nonchalantly. This man felt the rays of the morning sun hit against his tan leather jacket all the way down to his feet. Such an assortment of clothing was not really normal for a Grenian socialite, especially one who has always been bathed in the highest form of technology. But his eyes always showed a deep appreciation for the classics. Nothing in any world beat a leather jacket, some shades, and nice shoes. Dairo, as his name was, walked forward slightly until his foot caught against a broken chair fragment. He looked down and identified a few scuff marks, then placed his hands in his pockets. "Hmph." he muttered. "Unprofessional in abduction. They seem pretty inept." he comments with a slight air of playful condescension. He then hung his thumb to his belt and went into a contra posto stance. "The way they stormed in seems like they were in a hurry. So I doubt they stood around the property for long to scout or anything."
Henri || As both Lycans stepped inside, the taller of the two--one Jack Evans--knelt down to pick up the severed doorhandle. Cradling the oject in his left hand, he positioned the watch on his right over the are where the handle had sheared off hits partner before falling out of the housing, and without so much as a word, commanded his watch to scan it using its scanning mode. After the blue beam of light had finished shifting up and down across the broken handle, he let out a concerned, but unsurprised hum, and made the following known; "I'll say. It seems like whoever broke the handle did so with a rather crude magitech beam cutter focused through the lock mechanism on the exterior handle." He then eyeballed the end of the handle. "Likely whoever did the entry wasn't very well-versed in breaking locks." The shorter one, who had introduced himself on the way here as Sam Evans, started roving around the main floor looking for any signs of strugglew or damage, but finding none. He turned to Henri, "Hold on, Henri. If this were a normal home invasion..." he started, "... why didn't the perps try for anything but Erica?"
Ree`ath picks up a book and flips it to look at the back cover. "Probably because they weren't trying to rob her." He sets the book down and walks further in, running his hand along the wall as if looking for dents or other damage. "Perhaps she made enemies. Or there was something about her they wanted. But I doubt it was any of her belongings they were after." He glances at Henri. "Any of that sound plausible?"
Dairo pipes up a bit "Ahh, made enemies." He exaggerates a motion with his hands to emphasize it, though he seemed a bit worn about that subject as if he was tired of hearing it. "Make one and they come for you and stick you in a hole they dug for you, etcetera etcetera." He looks around the room a bit more, specifically to more darker corners. Crouching down in a corner where a book case was at, his finger grazes a light beam from outside and as if it were a solid, pulls it towards the corner to illuminate it. "I'm afraid any political or personal conflict that could result in an abduction can give his argument some weight."
Henri || Jack speaks up. "Well, there is one possible reason," he starts, walking over to the TV cabinet and opening the second drawer down on the far left, specifically, "and it's this card." He pulled out a laminated black card with a strange pictograph on it and flashed it to everyone. "See that symbol? It's the written form of the Common numeral six in our language." Jack then brings up a projection of a similar card with a simpler pictograph from his watch. "This is my card. It has our form of two printed on it." Henri gasped, almost shocked given the implication of these numbers, "So, whoever took her--" "Knew who she was and what she was a part of, yes."
Ree`ath || Ninyu tilts her head and looks over in interest at the card, but Ree'ath simply gives a cold smirk. "So, as a member of an organization that would certainly draw political attention, enmity, and heat, you two carry around, what- business cards marking your affiliation to that organization?" He chuckles and Ninyu withdraws from the projection, looking restless. "Aren't you the clever one. No wonder someone found out."
Dairo looked at the cards, then looked at Jack. "Oh, those numbered jerks."
Henri || "Who knows, one day people might find mine next to your body." Jack shot back, clearly irritated with the lizard's snark, "Remember I'm only putting up with having your kind around because of Henri." With that, he turned to Dairo. "Yes, 'those numbered jerks'." he responded, "Honestly, I blame Zero. It was their goddamn idea to make these cards." With a nod, Henri picked up where he left off. "So, if they knew she was affiliated with you, then..?" he asked. "Who could it be?" Sam asked, finishing Henri's question for him, "You don't think it could be him, do you? I mean, he's been inactive and in hiding for decades."
Ree`ath merely gives an amused chuckle at Jack's retort, unfazed by the insult and implied threat. "And here I thought Feronites considered themselves progressive." He says only this in reply, motioning for Ninyu to return to his side. She does so, darting a look at the cyborg Lycan, saying nothing as usual. The Kovulzel's wide blue eyes do flick to each person as they speak, but most of the time drt between Ree'ath and Jack, sensing the tension. Ree'ath ignored her. "And who is this 'him' you're referring to?" He asks with the same amusement, though slightly less given the mood of the conversation.
Dairo keeps inspecting the area around him, taking an even more detailed look at the scuff marks left behind and noting their unusual grooves on the floor. With his enhanced sight, he had no problems identifying any missed details. Without looking at the group, he pipes up "You have to be a little more specific than that." he tilts his head. "Who?"
Henri || Jack sighs. Old wounds were about to be opened again. "Dean Evans," he responds, visibly angry, "our adoptive 'father'. The air quotes are because both Sam and I hate his guts, and I at least want his ass dead." Sam nods, and proceeds to finish the seething Jack's thought for him. "The question is how he knows about Jack's affiliation," he says, "it's fairly recent so unless he's working with someone knowledgeable on the matter, it's hard for him to know."
Dairo takes a moment to sigh before standing up and placing his hands behind him. His posture straightens up. "Dean....dean dean dean....the name rings a bell but I can't form a visual here--" he realizes that he might be going into a ramble, then coughs. "So if he knows about those numbered jerks via a proxy, then maybe finding said proxy should be our first step. Maybe.." Dairo snaps. "It can open up some avenues."
Ree`ath 's tail twitches in apparent impatience at the lack of answers. "Clearly, if he's your 'adoptive father', and I'm assuming you two left against his will, he'd want to keep tabs on you." He comments. "With that being said, what does he do? Line of work? Where has he been that you can't deal with them directly?"
Henri || "Against his will is a bit of a stretch." Sam responded, "He kind of killed our parents and kidnapped us in the first place. His will doesn't exactly factor in to our decisions." Jack's hand balled into a fist. "Not only that, but his goons seperated us after we were taken." he said, "It took me forever to reunite with Sam." Sam steers the conversation back on topic. "As for what he does... he headed up a mercenary corps specialising in assassination and stealth. To give credit where credit is due, the man is a martial arts genius."
Ree`ath nods thoughtfully. "There you go, then." He makes a gesture with one of his clawed hands. "Assassins and stealth. Back on Ceskion, when training assassins, we train them not just to kill, but also to gain information without being seen." He crosses his arms. "The obvious answer if that you two are most likely being watched."
Dairo nods while moving nonchalantly towards the fridge, humming in affirmation to what has been said. "Assassin corps. If they've gone this far to kidnap someone, perhaps they wanted a bargaining chip at this point." Dairo rummages through the fridge, almost flinching once his hand holding the door runs over a notable gash. /Not one of a blade, but not one of a fist...what is this..?/ "Anyway, I should collect more info on these unusual gashes and send them off to be tested. Something doesn't square up with me here."
Ree`ath glances at Dairo. "It's easier to hide the evidence by kidnapping them and killing them elsewhere, making it seem like they disappeared first, than to kill someone in their own home. That way the attackers can choose where the blood spills."
Dairo raises his brow, setting down a piece of milk chocolate back to it's place. "Ohh? That sounds like a solid theory." he gives Ree'ath a slightly daring and mocking look. "Almost one supported by experience."
Henri || "Actually, as far as I remember..." Jack said, shooting a sharp glare at Ree'ath, "there were some of you Sarks under his command as well." Jack then tried to make a swing at Ree'ath, but Sam stepped in and stopped him. "Jack!" he yelled, "We're not here to kill, we're here to investigate!" Henri sighed, "Yes, that's a good theory."
Ree`ath tenses up, instinctively ready to defend himself, but Ninyu speaks up immediately. "Mister Cayalus is an ambassador, sir, not an assassin." Her eyes are wide ans she seems fearful of a fight erupting, but Ree'ath relaxes. "Thank you, Ninyu." He glances at Jack, unimpressed by the display. "I do not have any affiliation with Sarkiri assassins beyond representing my world as an emissary. I do not need to be involved to know how such a huge part of our culture works." A pause, and a slight smirk. "You would do well to remember this before you spark a fight over suspicions."
Dairo looks at the two and silently observes, though his thoughts stay to himself. Being part of such a powerful family like the Errins did end up having some lasting effect with him, and that was the custom of holding your tongue. Among other things, Dairo organizes his thoughts and leans against the fridge. "So-- Syelsumoii-- /Henri/, right? Now that we're throwing around ideas, you have a game plan brewing up in your head? Or do we have to sit in this feud a little longer, hear some more assumptions and hostilities thrown back and forth, before coming to a conclusion?"
Henri || "Well, I did find something that might confirm Ree'ath's theory," Henri responds, picking up what looked to have been a standard prosthetic leg with the Evans Technology imprint on it. Sam's eyes then widened and he took the leg and looked it over. "This isn't one of ours," he says, "Our company ​was​ commissioned--probably at her request--by a hospital to make a prosthetic limb, but this is too heavy to have been fashioned of our standard 80% adamantium bronze." He mainuplated the knee joint, which the prompted a dislodged piece of paper to fall out on to the floor, open, and face up. On it, there was a crudely-drawn version of Dean's logo. He blinked. "Well, I guess that confirms it."
Dairo || "he could have done a better job with that logo, to be honest."
Dairo then followed up, not really disregarding the air of seriousness that he had just disbanded with his comment. "So the home is somewhat ransacked, gashes everywhere, a freaking /leg/ with a logo paper." Dairo closes his eyes and crosses his arms. "The levels of obvious are almost offensive."
Ree`ath || "Obviously it means he wanted you to find this," the Sarkiri states, looking at the others. "It's bait. A trap, or a challenge. Or perhaps both." He looks at the paper, crouching for a better view at the poorly-drawn logo. "Will you take it?"
Henri || "Well, obviously." Sam responded, "but we didn't come here to debate about what Dean's intentions were. We came to find out what happened to Erica." He looks to Jack. "So, any ideas where he might have taken her?" "Well, I do know where he's holed up, but getting in might be tough."
Dairo flinches at the last thing Sam said. "You're kidding." He turns to Jack, foot tapping rather impatiently. "You know where he's holed up......? Why mention this till /now/? Half past noon and we could have been over at this guy's place-- who is CLEARLY sloppy with his intentions, knocking at his door for some answers like competent--" he couldn't say people. He himself wasn't human and the only human was Henri, so he sighs. "--Beasts."
Ree`ath raises an eyebrow(?) at the new revelation. "This would have been very useful information a few minutes ago when I asked."
Dairo || /And Emri said I was stupid./
Henri || "Well I apologise if I don't like giving information out to enemies." Jack responded, venom in his voice. "WELL THEN..." Sam shouted, drowning out Jack before he could start rambling, "With that out of the way, I guess we should get going."
Dairo rolled his eyes at Jack "Angels are inherently friendly. Not made to be enemies, so don't bunch me up there with your racial assumptions huh?"
Ree`ath tilts his head with a hard-to-read expression at Jack. "You think we're enemies, then? I assure you..." He grins, flashing sharp canine teeth. "you don't want me as one." But then he shrugs and nods at Sam. "I agree. We need to move."