Lies in Blood Written
13th of January 2007 A.D.
"What forces are arrayed against us?"
"The rat you know is the rat you get, more rats in the walls too, little ones but they're bad enough." The 'borrowed' voice changes to a deeper and more accented one, a tourist maybe. "You can be anything you vant in Vegas as long as your pockets they hold, then it will spit you out and and let you rot." Next a woman's voice. "Well doc my name's Helen, do I look like a Helen of Troy to you. Yeah, that's right, that's what I'm aiming for."
'Rats in the walls', that is probably lesser Outsiders, can't be too many of them, but you will have to be careful about positioning.
What was that about the name? Sandra from Alexandra, well it certainly fits her ambitions for the city, even though she's planning it the way he left Persepolis. Wait... fear passes down your spine like a jolt of electricity. I want to be like my name. Dragon? Could someone warp a vampire into something like a dragon? Before today you would have said no, but the Orpheus-Vampire had put paid to commonplace notions of form-permanence.
The second question is all the more urgent then. "How does the Dragon fight?"
"The things he does with his body doll and with
your body too if you'll let him."
Note to self: when this is over take a long shower
"Are they going to run is this turns against them?" you press. It's all too easy to imagine a situation where you and Lydia exhaust yourselves fighting lesser servants and then Sandra and the Fake Dragon run away needing to be dug out of another burrow.
"I ain't no mind reader. How am I to know what women want?" A pause, a stutter, almost as informative as the words themselves and then. "It's his land and he won't leave it gents, see to it that he's buried 'neath it."
"Is there anything we can do to disrupt their plans beside putting them to fire and sword?"
"No." The syllable comes out as a scream like someone being stabbed, making everyone except you and Tiffany start or jump. Even the Hand Agents react... granted by aiming their guns in the direction it had come from.
"What are you holding back?"
"So many things... so little time..." With a deranged giggle the presence fades, though not entirely, you can still catch a whiff of spoiled perfume and vomit from time to time.
"Do you guys have all that that?" you ask, looking back at a shaken Harry, a faintly revolted Tiffany and Lydia looking solemn as she did ministering to the dead.
"Just them and some puppets left, the Emissary of the Beyond might run but the Dragon won't. What was that about names? I'm good enough with English when it's plain to hear, but not riddles in the dark." Lydia says and you can practically see the sparkle in Harry's eyes as he thinks of a certain chapter in a certain book and then thinks the better of mentioning it... so you do. Screw 'going nobly into battle', you are going to make jokes if you feel like it.
"Golum's not here, but I'm afraid Smaug might be." She does not get it, guess you know what book you're getting her for her birthday this year. "The Dragon's skilled in warping flesh, Duchess Arianna could do something like that, though it was just a worse a bat thing for her. If he's responsible for the thing we just killed...
don't let him touch you. Tiffany can you fix flesh-warping?"
"Assuming the results are not instantly fatal, or lead to ego-death I should," she answers after a moment though she sweeps her gaze over the rest of the company until it lands on Harry "The advice stands though, just because I can untwist you if you become a screaming spiral does not mean it's something to aspire to." The words 'screaming spiral' sound way too much like a proper thing she has seen before.
As you move deeper into the complex the rooms become more lived in, filled with the shell lives of vampires, chairs and tables scattered two and fro, clothes that do not fit their true form, a second false skin upon the first, someone had even brought in a fridge stocked with an ungodly amount of pop tarts. You had expected it to look ghoulish, you did not expect it to look kind of sad like a stack of old Archie Comics propper up on a table, one of them still open to a well creased page.
Finally you come to it, the final stretch into the reservoir. There are lights on ahead. Not even hiding it.
What do you do?
[] Ask Oliver Adkin and Alexander Harrowmont to stay here, they have done well to get this far, but this battle will be beyond them
[] Drawing upon your Essence you armor yourself in stone and brass and fiery purpose, a crown upon your head (Enter Shintai)
[] Write in
OOC: I will admit I was chuckling to myself when @Artemis1992 mentioned Vicissitude 9: The Last Dracul. I mean here we have a vampire who claims the title Dragon and I had already decided to give Reds the discipline a long time ago, it was just to perfect. 
