Arc 11 Post 76: Damage Control
Damage Control
13th of January 2007 A.D.
Eight people in various states and styles of dress come flying out of the corridor with exclamations of horror as the sprinklers come on, screaming, shouting in an unintelligible din as you set them down flat on their backs, careful not to get the stuff from one of the other. "What's the meaning of...! Stop! Help Help!"From them perspective they are being drawn into danger and not away from a shower of poison. Why so many ways to kill, why here?
"Lash, over here!" you shout. Some of them are already twitching in your grasp. That does not make them any calmer nor does carry's cry of "Defendarius!" staff out for all to see, the runes spiraling along its length glowing a ghostly blue as the air in the corridor thickens into a shimmering curtain like the distant haze on a summer day brought up close.
"Everyone keep calm!" Silk interjects somehow striking a perfect balance of urgency without being alarming. "We will be exiting the club in a moment. My associate just needs to look you over to make sure you aren't hurt."
Tiffany had taken the chance to grab hold of a shaky hand and an even shakier bare shoulder, briefly closing her eyes against the distractions of the scene. A few seconds pass in a storm of panicked questions and complaints.
An uncanny stillness fills the air, a sterile peace threaded with silver. Larry isn't laughing any more, the woman with the grenades is crying, great tearing sobs. The guy with the exploding bag is also not saying anything, though that has more to do with Lydia expertly choking him out.
Lydia loses 1 Essence -> Now at 5/7
"What? Woah!" A man whom you recognize as the husband from a few moments ago exclaims and gives Tiffany what you can only call a love-struck. That's not going to help his marital prospects. Somewhere in the back of your mind a demon laughs.
"Wha' haphened," a woman, one of the employees most likely slurs, her face and eyes starting to droop. She calms down as Tiffany reassures her as she reaches out to touch her face and literally wipe away the chemical agent as she bestows healing and protection all at once.... though the same could not be said of everyone else, if anything the questions have gotten louder.
"Stacy you just sit tight OK," Silk half whispers at the dancer before raising her voice again. "Everyone! Everyone listen to me, there's just been an attack. Anyone who wants to talk to the authorities is free to take a seat, anyone who doesn't should probably get going now. Consider all services and goods aquired today and last night on the house."
How that is what finally calms everyone down you will never know, but at this point you'll take it.
One of the guys in rumpled suits points a non-chemically-induced shaky finger at Harry. "I wanna know what the hell you're doing here mister!"
Door opens outwards so you kick it closed with a very definitive thump. "Nothing. Nothing to see here."
He does not speak up again. Alas that is the least of your problem. While three of the witnesses are edging towards the door to follow Silk's advice that still leaves you with six witnesses and three attackers in states from shock to hysteria to unconciousness with some kind of police response no doubt on their way. While you had warned the Library to prep a cover up it's doubtful that will extend to letting you walk off with the perpetrators to interrogate.
What do you do?
[] Wait for the feds and try to negotiate a solution that ends with the domestic terrorists in custody and you with your answers from a few minutes of questioning
[] Grab the cultists and pass them to Sanctuary as soon as you are out of sight and earshot
[] Write in
OOC: Crises over, lets see about the aftermath.
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