“We’ll decide what’s of interest to us, ma’am,” Decker folded his arms, standing tall and vigilant beside his compatriot. He gave a stiff nod and grin to Madison. “Cleric Sinlendral, be a doll and escort this kid-“ He gestured to Kol. “-out of the room? We need to conduct our investigation...
Savien grimaced as the thing stepped into the light. He brought to bear all his knowledge of the arcane and the infernal, trying to name and categorize the abomination before him. The sooner he figured out what it was, the sooner he could defeat it.
No time to think. Not even time to draw his...
"By Selene-"
Savien drew steel, his free hand blurring to his belt. There was a crack of glass on metal, a cold hiss, before the knight's blade lit up from tip-to-guard in a blaze of brilliant, shimmering gold.
He rushed to Abel's side, instinctively processing every bit of information as he...
"Hey now, inviting her to your home but not me?" Kol pouted, "what if I wanted a grand tour of Aoife's humble abode, huh? Don't I deserve one?"
A knock at the door. "Don't trouble yourself, Madison. I'll get it." He rose to answer...
...and went uncharacteristically silent as two paladins...
"How about that..." Kol grinned ear to ear, "...you druids really have a way of kicking hangovers, dont'cha?"
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Ethan whistled. "Hey now, they say Virn's going for the Council - trying to fill Rosseau's seat after she got killed by the Caer in Valentine." He hmphed. "Virn's a bit...
Many paladins might have rebuked Abel for his willingness to forsake his humanity or his brazen questioning of the Order’s righteousness. Savien was quiet. He took glances at the stonework carving the walls as they passed - ancient Issune texts, visions of armored horsemen riding to battle. They...
Savien gave Abel a leery look. “You’ve seen it too, then.” He shook his head. “The Fabres are going too far with you, Abel. You’re still a student. The burdens these witches would give you should not be yours to bear.”
He fell silent. Then, “Mortal. Mudman. Human. People without powers. People...
Kol nodded, smiling. “I appreciate it, Aoife. Whatever happens going forward from here - I’ve got your back.”
Madison entered. “There she is. Mmm. That smells good.” The scoundrel gave the cleric space to work.
—-
As Monteague trounced through the halls, he would be approached by a younger...
“Used to be,” Savien replied, “he’s an old friend - a former paladin. The Council tarnished his silver fifteen years ago, but he’s stayed true to his oath. A good man.”
He would attempt to interject towards the end of the phone call. “Arianne, wait, it’s Savien. What the hell are you having...
“Woah,” Kol went silent as Aoife put a bit of her history on display for them both. He had no idea what kind of responsibilities she’d been given in Lornaine. Not just a druid, it seemed. A protector. A guardian of nature. She had more in common with Savien then Kol had first believed - each of...
“Aoife, you really musn’t tempt me,” Kol grinned, “and hey now, I’d make an excellent druid. Especially if I got to be surrounded by girls like you all day. Running half naked through the trees, communing with nature, getting to listen to those delicious Iverian brogues 24/7...”
Aoife’s next...
“Ahh think nothing of it , Aoife,” Kol beamed, leaning into the contact as she placed her hand on his, “you know me - always happy to land a hand. Or two. In your case, two hands would probably be necessary...”
Kol turned to Madison as she made her suggestion. “An excellent idea, Doctor. I...
Savien quieted. There was something in Leo’s voice he recognized - conviction without power, the nobility of a knight lacking the means and training to actualize an oath. He wondered what sort of life this boy might have had in the Order were he not a Garou. How many heroes did the Monastery...
“Yes,” Savien rumbled, “go to the Commons House on Cernas and Shalmont Avenue and get a fucking medical card.“ Savien took a pen from his belt, grabbed the boy’s hand, and scrawled a number beneath his knuckles. “If they give you shit for being a werewolf or not having a birth certificate, then...
As Leo spoke, Savien jiggled the tooth, bending it left and right, widening the cavity in his gums on which it rested. Eventually his fingers found the edges of the submerged tooth. Before the werewolf had even finished what he was saying, Savien gripped, flexed, and tore the tooth out of Leo’s...
“You gotta be kidding...” Savien muttered as he removed is the gauntlet on his right hand and handed it to Abel. He looked around the lobby. Most people seemed to be minding their own business, but they were getting a few looks. No phones out. Thank Eleu for that.
“Here, hold this under your...
Savien’s eyes weren’t visible beneath his visor, but Leo would still feel the knight glaring down at him.
“Who put you up to this?” he asked, “Arianne? Tethys?” He made a swift examination of the boy, even going so far as to pinch the meat of his arm to ensure he wasn’t an illusion. “Is she...
“It’s not exactly illegal,” Savien murmured, “if the doctor says no, we obviously can’t do anything without a court order. Not sure how I’d even write a petition for something like this.”
Questions continued to gnaw at him - like what Arianne was planning to use this for in the first place. He...
Sir Savien Durandet and Proselyte Abel Lachapelle strode into the lobby of Audreiu General. They made a curious pair - the paladin all steel and plate, his belt burdened under the tools of his trade: sword, gun, potion, cuffs. The Proselyte, while dressed in the standard uniform of his academy...
The barbershop quartet, still posing after the finale to their performance, slumped at Madison's confusion.
"Hm? Isn't this..." The lead tenor twirled his mustache. "...aren't you Dame Heron? We were sent by inquisitor-"
"...we're in the medical wing," the bass groaned, "I told you this wasn't...
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