What Price a Breath
12th of January 2007 A.D.
"If we are fast enough it does not matter how unpleasant those things are..." At the back of your mind is the fact that you might be making enemies you don't need. "Harry if you could get a shield up?"
He thinks about it for a moment, one suggestion from you, all of eighteen years and three months, the other from Lydia currently chewing on the end of a stray lock of hair as she ponders parting the veil. All in all you are at least a little sympathetic in spite of yourself. Usum alas does not get the joke.
"
Aparturum!" the Wizard of Chicago intones and there's a sudden crackle like wind and static, almost enough to cover Tiffany saying 'feet first please'
"Keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times!" you call lifting Mayeda, positioning the others. There's a snap as you open your shield and ready your blade followed by an almighty clang as you smash open the door and go as fast as the air will bear, as fast as your will can carry you, on the wings of burning essence
Lost 2 Essence -> Now at 9/15 (Windborn Stride andMelee Excellency)
An avalanche of stone limbs descends upon you and those you carry, claws and wings moving as fluid as flesh and each of them you match, shield to the elbow, knee hooked around a marble shoulder, foot in the nose to keep those teeth off Harry.
Goodbye new sandals I hardly knew yeah...
"Fuego!" you hear Harry shout, a stream of white hot flame flying from his hand as he flies back.
"Harry, no, we're trying not to antagonize them!" you shout, but as the now five of you splash into the pool that leads to the outside he has just enough air to shout back.
"Burned the shoe...!"
So they couldn't trace us, you mentally fill in the rest. Maybe you'd gone a bit overboard on the need for speed over there. It is only at this point that it occurs to you that Mayeda cannot breathe underwater. He's gonna have to trust la llorona's 'mercy', or at least so you think until Lash just grabs him by the collar and starts... ah... performing a novel application of mouth to mouth.
A few minutes later the five of you burst from the surface of the Venetian Canals like a particularly strange pod of dolphins, though you do carefully set everyone down right way up. Tiffany breaks the ki... medical procedure and steps into her shoes as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
"Huh... guess I did alright in the end after all... you're real go...goo...
great at that, wonderful techni...experience at that," Mayeda comes too as you hand the gondolier another fifty dollars for his trouble and Harry tries and fails not to look surly about the whole thing.
The soft, slightly muffled sound of gloved hands clapping cuts him off. There on the shore, almost invisible against the darkness in his long sweeping black coat, were it not for the pallor of his face is a pale man of middling height sporting a top hat and of course crisp white gloves like phantoms moving in the night. He might have fallen wholesale from the cover of one of those paperback bodice rippers you
definitely did not read when you were in middle school, right down to the rakish light in his eye if it weren't for the unnatural pallor that had stolen even the color of his lips.
"Evenin'. Now I'm not one to turn down a show like that, but is there any reason you are absconding with m'friend over there instead of looking for your fun at one of these other fine establishments," his accent is half cockney, half upper class and all of it mocking. His gaze as he looks from Lash to Harry to Lydia and finally to you unwavering.
Looks like we found Nathanael Cobbler.
"Any reason why we wouldn't stake you were you stand, corpse?" Lydia shoots back.
"Well now m'lady Charon takes the spilling of blood on 'is ground very seriously and 'e has many,
many friends to call on, more now than he used to if you know what I mean."
"And why would anyone who takes that name, much less one who is in the least worthy of it care about your blood, shambling thing?"
"Ah.." A tongue, just as pale as his lips makes its appearance, held between his teeth. "I know things. More than these here spooks you've been questioning. So how 'bout it, fancy a trade?"
What do you reply?
[] Sure, if he's feeling talkative no reason not to take advantage of it, you'll kill him later anyway
-[] Describe Sandra who him, ask if he's seen her
-[] What's been happening in the city
-[] What has he been doing with the Pallbearers
-[] Write in questions
[] Nope, you are not trading anything with a vampire of the Black Court
[] Write in
OOC: Lydia called all the ghosts in this place, one of them was in the pay of the vampire to report such things... which is why he was topside and not with Mayeda when you grabbed him. Upside and downside 
