Of Veils Torn
13th of January 2007 A.D.
Seeing the Xanadu as it was not, overturned and crawling with local cops and National Guard soldiers, firefighters, EMTs and men in suits was almost enough to make Silk run and hide, find a bed or a couch, find a pillow and pull it over her head. She hated, hated,
hated confrontation, seeing people unhappy made her stomach coil into a knot, fear was like a phantom itch all over and anger... anger was the
worst. But she could not just leave
them to their own fate and to the whims of the suits.
"Mrs are you OK?" the agent across from her said, his voice a soothing baritone. "Do you want a drink? I know it can be hard to process sometimes..." Silence felt heavy as lead.
Fuck me I can't even think their names.
Cindy, Lance and Wanda, there. The sorceress shivered with a combination of tension, disbelief at what had just happened and black despair at what had happened. She'd been so happy to see them, good friends and stout drinking buddies 'minions incorporated' as the joke went. And then Cindy had pulled a gun and Lance had sprayed the V. right in her face. Wanda had been in the process of pulling a knife, eyes going black.
"Do I look that old?" she asked, sounding remote to her own ears.
Madness, and treason all the way down, the thought was inescapable. in the grip of the V it had been plain luck that she hadn't succumbed and joined in. Most people on it just zoned out, but once you built a tolerance it was more like feeling more and thinking less, very useful to get someone worked up before a fight or to get them to fight when they didn't mean to. Maybe their patrons had turned, that would do it...
"Miss then, look I don't want to pry, but it's my job... well it's my job to pry in some pretty weird places if you know what I mean?"
A quick nod was Silk's only answer.
"You knew the people you took down in the lobby didn't you?" He had a very bright smile against the ebony skin, he had friendly eyes too.
"I don't know what you're talking about. They surrendered." she got out, not as convincingly as she could have, the magic had run out and she wasn't sure if it was safe to invoke it again, still whoozy and under so many eyes.
"Miss, I know what someone getting cold feet looks like and I know what some damn fool fumbling a gun looks like too. That wasn't either..." The agent, Leo she thought his name was and he was well named from the way those eyes fixed hers. "I know you're scared and I know you would rather do anything but talk about it, but there's a open war between vampires, yeah I said it, and you got caught in the middle, twice. Either someone really wants you dead or they really want a massacre out here."
"You don't know anything!" Silk spit out suddenly as angry as she was drained. She just wanted this whole stupid interview to be over.
"I know enough to guess why three of the rooms out back have blackout curtains," he answered dropping the facade. "I'm not here to make judgements on people's lives nor their character, but I know a thing or two about power struggles. An organization that gets into a fight like this, it's still going you know," he shakes his head almost in disappointment. "There's no going back. Someone's going to come in from outside and take it over and they aren't going to have a light grip, they aren't going to be cutting good deals."
"That sounds like you think you have a better one," Silk said, interested despite herself. She'd always been too curious for her own good, especially when it came to people. She expected him to say something like 'above my paygrade'.
Instead his smile got just a little broader. "The Special Collections Division of the Library of Congress has a long and
not storied history of deputizing people Miss Silk, people of good character in the wrong place at the wrong time who need to start fresh when the dust settles."
For one dangerous moment Silk considered it. It wasn't that she
hated the gouvernment, she had avoided the law for much of her life, but that was a natural thing for a girl in her profession, but no. She couldn't, she'd just start again, small at first, a whisper in the right ear, a bit of advice honestly meant, a little push and before she knew it another body, this one in the sights of people who would be able to put two adn two together. She needed the V. She did not even notice her hand trembling.
"Vampires, vampires are trouble aren't they?" Agent Leo asked, almost iddly. "Hard to kill, harder to capture. Still with the right knowledge, quick thinking and a dash of luck you can do both."
"I don't know what you're..."
"It's alright not to want to go cold turkey," he interjected. "Hell I still smoke and they tell me that stuff's gonna kill me. Compared to that the stuff that comes out of a vampire, apparently completely safe as long as you dose it out right and don't use it as a fucking weapon. Your choice Miss..."
It was Silk's turn to interject, just testing the waters, she assured herself. "What do you want to know?"
OOC: So yeah Silk got attacked by a bunch of Infected who were her friends, if she had not made that willpower roll and then overpowered them with magic things would have been messy at the Xanadu as is she got the Library pitch. It's not often they get the chance to poach a full wizard talent with nowhere else to go.