Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Lutetia City: Audrieu

Sebastion had been dozing lightly, not ready to get up fully yet. He had been debating whether or not to see if Alysa was up for another round when-CRACK.

"The fu-.." BOOM. It took all he could muster to not jump out of his skin as a very angry Jason stormed into the room. As the initial shock wore off, and the sleep haze started to fade, the adrenaline went to anger. Cold ruby eyes glared across the room to the two intruders for a small moment before he let it go. He said nothing, as Alysa addressed them. They were part of the pack too, huh? Evidently, things had changed in protocol since he was last here.

Sebastion had been through this sort of situations before, nothing to lose his cool over now.

"It's alright Alysa, I've got proof somewhere. Where ever my pants landed.." He patted her shoulder, chuckling as sliding out of bed. Scars maimed his back, crisscrossing in odd angles. He shuffled through the piles of clothes until he came across his phone. "Ah. Here." He tossed his phone over to Jason. "Only number in there. Should be able to recognize it. He's not phoned me in several years, not until a few nights ago now. Wanted all his runners to get their asses back in the city. Something about shit going down. I only got back in last night, found that Rowan was uh.. Preoccupied. Asked Alysa to show me around, since its been a very long time since I've been in Lutetia. So seeing I outranked her, she would have disobeyed my orders too. Had I known, I would not have put her into an awkward situation to choose." He then shifted his way around to where he stood between Jason and Alysa.

"I'm sorry, I did not know. I take responsibility of any slight that this has caused, and any punishment you intend to dish out." He gave a wistful smile. "I only ask you keep me alive as I'm sure Rowan would not appreciate you finishing me off." He wanted to add, 'Because Rowan wanted to finish me off himself', but decided it wise not to mention it in this situation.
 
Jason's anger flared again as Alysa seemed set to defy him, and he snarled, taking half a step forward before she began to hastily backtrack. His eyes snapped across to Sebastion when he started speaking, and narrowed at his words. When the wolf threw him the phone, he snatched it out of the air with a grunt, opening up the call history. It was Rowan's number, and an incoming call, so obviously Rowan knew about this guy. Why the fuck didn't he? If people were being called back in that he didn't know, he should have been fucking told! Snarling, Jason tossed the phone carelessly back onto the bed. "Alright, so you're not a traitor, but you're still a fucking moron," he snarled at Alysa. "Didn't occur to you to mention you had a job to do before you went to fuck around? This was your chance to prove you're not a total fuck-up, and it's a real good job you're doing right now."

"And as for you," Jason rounded on Sebastion again, taking a step forwards to get in his face and loom over him. "I don't know who the fuck you are, so you're lucky you have proof you're in contact with Rowan. If you are one of ours, then you should know better than to take your sweet-ass time reporting in to him. He's not there when you get back? You fucking wait. You don't go on a fucking sightseeing tour."

He growled, taking a step back and turning as if to walk away, but at the last moment he changed his mind, wheeling around to deliver a slug to the side of Sebastion's face, forceful enough to knock him to the ground, but - obviously to those in the know about the kind of damage his punches could do - holding back the majority of his strength from it to avoid doing any real damage. "That's for wasting my fucking time," he snarled. He flicked his stare back to Alysa, then. "Get dressed, we're going to Cascastel and we're going to see if you can finally do your fucking job."

With that, Jason turned and this time did walk from the room without another backwards glance, shouldering past Felix and moving to wait in the hallway outside. Felix hesitated, casting a glance back at Alysa and the new guy - giving the latter a scowl - before he turned and followed.
 
Despite backing off and changing how she approached Jason, Alysa was pissed off that he had taken it upon himself to break through two of her doors instead of using the phone to call her. Eyes narrowed slightly as she took in her poor bedroom door, attention barely on the conversation between Sebastion and Jason. Even with his reassuring pat on her shoulder, she was still hot and felt her fists clenching beneath the covers. Her attention shifted towards the two, listening to the interaction with a slight tilt of her head. She hadn’t meant for him to take all of the blame; that wasn’t fair in the least. About to object, her words were cut off by Jason’s snarl and accusations.

Biting back a retort, she just narrowed her eyes and remained where she was at as Jason turned his attention back to Sebastion, giving him a tongue lashing too. From his attitude, she could tell the fight didn’t go how he wanted and he was overly pissed because of the outcome. Still, that didn’t give him a right to be a complete and total dickface towards everyone. Gasping and moving forward when Jason punched Sebastion hard, she was thankful he held back. Moving out of the bed, she slid over to Sebastion, hoping he didn’t try to retaliate. Her gaze fell on the back of Jason as he moved out before she frowned at Felix, shrugging immediately after.

“Ignore him, Sebastion… he’s just pissy because Gabriel is back around and he’s being challenged.” Alysa whispered to Sebastion, knowing better than to say that out loud. Sighing, she squeezed the bridge of her nose, the hopes of having more fun before having to go to work no longer at the forefront of her mind.

“I’m sorry…” She managed, smiling wistfully towards Sebastion before starting to move to her closet to grab clothing to change into, knowing Jason would not be patient for long.
 
Even without knowing Jason, he could tell he was more one for violence than his companion and had braced himself prior to the hit. It was, however, harder than he anticipated. Sebastion stumbled a couple of feet before landing on his knees. The pain throbbed in his chin and jaw heavily as he sat there with a small grin on his lips. Blood trickled down his chin from where he'd cut his cheek and lip, but it didn't seem to bother Sebastion at all. For the briefest of moments, the grin remained until Alysa spoke. He shook his head slightly. "Ah, its fine." He said quietly, feeling out his jaw. "I'm use to it." He started pulling on his own clothes.

"Don't be sorry though. I got myself into this. And I dragged you into it, too." He said.
 
“You didn’t drag me into anything, Sebastion. I’ve dug my own grave, so to speak, so it’s whatever at this point. I don’t even care anymore. Well, that’s not true, I am pissed that my doors and frames are ruined, but that’s a totally different story.” Sliding into a pair of skin-tight jeans and a red wife-beater, she ran her fingers through her hair before moving back over to Sebastion, gently running her finger against the cut on his lip and then against his cheek.

“Told you hanging out with me was nothing but bad news.” Granted she probably didn’t say it like that, but she sure thought it. Sighing softly, she leaned forward, kissing him softly.
 
He looked down at her softly, returning the kiss as soon as she leaned up to him for one. "And I told you, I'm used to this." He said as he gently pushed her away. He grinned softly. "Remember, running isn't exactly a cush occupation. Now, get going before Mr. Hard-on comes back in for something more than a kiss to the cheek." He whispered, kissing the top of her head. "I've got things I have to do today as well. I'll see you some time."
 
“Yeah, yeah. I remember, but I still can’t help but feel guilty.” Poking her tongue out a little, she glanced around her room for a moment, holding onto the memories of the previous night before squeezing the bridge of her nose, snorting at his comment. It had been a while since Jason smacked her, but she didn’t exactly want that to happen again and she definitely didn’t want him to get punched again because of her. Knowing that his things wouldn’t be any better than hers, she snorted a second time, glancing back towards him.

“Yuck, you have fun with that.” Grinning, she winked at Sebastion before moving out of the bedroom to her front door. Grumbling, she hefted it up and peered at it, not sure if she could get it to fit back so she could lock her humble abode. “Damn it.” Though, it wouldn’t matter if it would lock if the damn frame was busted. Sure, she didn’t have a lot of nice things, but they were her things and she didn’t want them to get snatched while she was out playing good girl.
 
"Anyone tries to steal shit from a Scion, they're either ignorant or suicidal," Jason remarked from the hallway. "Either call someone out to fix it or just leave it, but we're leaving now. Anything's missing when you get back, you can track them down later and make them regret it."

Felix nodded briskly. "Yeah, people ought know better than to try shit with your stuff," he said. "Nobody steals from us, not that lives."

"Come on," Jason nodded towards the exit. "Move. It's been too long already. People need to see us around Cascastel, know who owns the place now. Need to pick up any dealers still lurking around there and get our own out on the streets."
 
God, this day was already sucking balls and it just started. Heading to wherever she last had her cell phone, which happened to be in her pants, she dug it out with a slight grumble. Without delay she shot a text to the local lumberman, telling him to get over to her place and fix both doors as she moved back to the front door. Once that was done, she bit back a smart-ass retort and just stepped out of her apartment and rolled her eyes. Moving towards the exit, she shoved her hands into her pocket before pausing and turning around on her heel.

“Fuckin’ aye…” Moving back into the apartment, she stepped into the bedroom and snatched her jacket, sliding it on. Glancing around to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything else, Alysa headed back out into the hallway and moved towards the exit for real this time.

“So what am I supposed to be doing exactly? Figure I better clear it up so I can’t be accused of not doing my job later.” She all but spat out, making it clear she did not enjoy being babysat. “Other than picking up dealers that aren’t ours and putting our dealers out there to show presence.”
 
-Later-

Sumisu had pulled the djinn through quite a bit of the city. There had been evidence of criminal goings on in some places, the city seemed to be in chaos. Bombings had destroyed parts of the city, the police seem to be on edge, and the citizens seemed down cast and leery towards anyone they didn't know. As they pair of them passed windows, the djinn would notice that her reflection was back to her human glamour, but his form had changed as well. He looked quite human himself, most of his animal features hidden under the same glamour to anyone on the outside.

But where she ended up taking him was such a stark difference to the place she summoned him, it was a wonder if they were in the same city. It seemed there was a party happening almost around every block. Casinos and bars were overfilled with young people making fools of themselves.

But she passed by all of this, and pulled him into an apartment building. She pulled out a cardkey and swiped the door to enter, pulling her djinn in along the way. They took the elevator up to the top floor where they came to a very large apartment. "And this is home. Well, for me at least. You could live here too if you'd like. I doubt it holds a candle to some of the comforts you've had, but I'm sure it can be adjusted should you decide to stay."
 
The djinn had seen societies like this before, with the class difference obvious, even to those who were knew to the place. He had had more than one master who had summoned him to help even the playing field, and Sarkova wondered if this was why he was here now. Even so, it did confuse him: clearly this woman was an accomplished mage, that much was clear from the glamour she had cast over herself, and now him it seemed, his less than human characteristics hidden from the sight of the people around them, who ranged from those clearly in the lower caste, to those with enough money to gamble it away in an effort to win more.

He followed her into the building, and when he was pulled into the apartment, surmised that she belonged to the richer group of people, with enough money to live in this relative luxury. He listened to her welcome speech, and looked at her with a tilted head.

"Simisu, I don't think you quite know what what I am..." he said, using her name for the first time, an informality he was fairly certain she would tolerate. "Or at least, don't appreciate it exactly as you should. I am a djinn, a creature of magic, a demon. Not a..." he waved his hand about as if looking for the right word, a very human gesture he had picked up long ago "...house pet". His features contorted into something of a scowl, and it was evident that he had had an experience like that before, clearly not wanting it again.
 
"Oh I knew exactly what you were before I even summoned you." She said, one of her lovely tails twitching in slight irritation. Her playful expression seemed to fall slightly. "Don't think me an idiot. You clearly think me some common witch, which is becoming a tad insulting." Her pupils grew to sharp points, like an angry cat. "I am no human. Nor am I any mortal. I too am not native to this world. I was summoned, just like you. My master longed for eternal youth, so thus I provided it to her for my freedom." She paused and sat delicately in one of the over stuffed chairs. "I am a creature of magic, although not a djinn as you are. I cannot summon one of my kin here without risk of war between the two of us if we are equal strength, and I would become slave to one with higher strength. But you on the other hand.. You're bound by contracts. And thus as long as I could control you, you were less risk to me. But I do not wish for it to be a hard servitude." The creature leaned back in her chair, tucking her feet to her sides.

"I merely wish for your cooperation, m'dear Sarkova. And thus I grant you certain freedoms to enjoy yourself in this world. However, if you continue to insult me, I will remove those freedoms and you will become a house pet. You're very cute with those ears. You'd make a very cute pet cat." She smirked. "Do I make myself very clear?"
 
When he heard her thinly veiled threat, if it was even veiled at all, Sarkova felt equal parts rage and wariness. He didn't want to push this woman too far, but at the same time, wasn't the sort of being who would take an insult like that lying down. He opted instead for the silent approach, not the destructive fit that he might have had were he not threatened as he had been. His skin rippled and changed, and the tiger stood before the woman, a guise that might almost seem comical after her previous comment, but it was the form the demon was most comfortable with, having spent enough time with the body to become used to it's intricacies, as well as liking how most humans feared the creature, it not being something they would dare try and tame.

The creature looked her in the eye, before sitting down, the flame that made up its fur now seeming to burn as embers, not dangerous in themselves, but hinting at a greater power. It remained silent, not wanting to give her the pleasure of him acknowledging the position he was in, and just awaited what she would say next, looking at her with clear disdain, but also a hint of caution.
 
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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, was bedazzled in all sorts of arcane trinkets, chains and rings, necklaces and pendants. They both made noise as they moved - the knight clinking, the student jingling.

"Hello," Savien gave the nurse at the front a flat greeting, "I'm Sir Savien Durandet with the Monastic Order. I'd like to speak with whoever is overseeing your hospital's mortuary."

They got some looks from the other patients in the lobby. A paladin in a neighborhood like Audrieu was a rare sight. This was pack territory. Police barely made patrols. Canheads barely came at all.
 
Abel kept his gaze low and his footsteps practically in Savien’s shadow. He knew people thought he was creepy, and he also knew pack members are quick to try to stop creepy things from trespassing where they shouldn’t be. He had a seasoned paladin with him, but he didn’t want to make himself known any more than he needed to. Being unusual was what got him in the Monastery in the first place.

“Is this even legal, Ser?” Lachapelle kept his voice low.



“Shit, just my luck,” Leo Legrand kicked a loose pebble as he saw a paladin and a strangely dressed kid waltz right into the hospital. The youth knew Paladins were trouble, but an idea popped into his head. It wasn’t a great one, but anything to deal with the awful toothache. He couldn’t afford going to the dentist anyways, and asking some random person on the street to help him was dangerous.

He sauntered into the hospital, and tapped Savien on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, Mr. Paladin, could you help me with something stupid? OH FFFF-...” The Garou howled and clutched his jaw, stopping himself from unleashing a string of expletives in the lobby.
 
“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 knew the Fabres sisters weren’t malevolent in their use of magic, but they were far from law-abiding citizens. Was Savien unknowingly aiding in the creation of an arcane abomination? Some puppet for them to manipulate against the Dreamer or Nox, furthering their eschewed understanding of justice? Light be damned, Arianne was a wanted murderer - a murderer of a drug pushing scumbag, but a murderer nonetheless.

“Maybe we’ll get lucky and they’ll have someone who donated their body,” he suggested, “legally, it’ll belong to the hospital or the state, who can decide-“

He was cut short at the tapping on his pauldron, turning to address the pale-looking youth.

“Is there-“ his brows furrowed, “...are you alright? What...” He made a quick, focused pass of the whole lobby, scanning for any sign of an ambush, leery that this might be the distraction before a trap. His paranoia abated, Savien offered a hand to steady the agonized werewolf.

“Well, the good news is that you’re already in a hospital,” he stated, “what seems to be the problem besides...” He made a face. “...a toothache? Bruised jaw?”
 
“My toof,” Leo winced, “Idunno if it was too much sugar or too many scraps with undead, but my tooth is killing me. I can’t afford a dentist that isn’t a quack and if I could, they probably don’t serve dogs,” the amateur hunter nodded and shrugged.

“So like, I need you to help me by knocking the tooth out. Like, just a good left hook, right here,” he tapped his chin. “I know you guys are strong enough to do it, and I’m pretty sure you won’t knock me out and take my wallet, if you’re wondering why I’m askin’ ya.”

“I’ll shift for ya if you need a bigger target, but please, I’m losin’ my mind with how much this thing hurts.”

Abel raised an eyebrow. “I can’t imagine there’s not a catch here.”

“No Nonono! I’m a businessman, I gotta reputation to keep,” Leo fished through his pockets and held out a newspaper clipping advertising L&L Supernatural Solutions.
“I just can’t fight bad guys if my toothache is killin’ me, y’know?”

Abel thought for a moment, then glanced back up at the surprisingly tall Garou.
“May I keep the tooth if we do? I’m an amateur magician.”

Leo cocked his head to the side a bit, then shrugged. “Sure? Once it’s outta my head you can do whatever you want with it.”
 
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 hiding somewhere in the lobby with a video camera? Gonna get a nice clip of a pally decking some poor kid in a hospital?”

It was simply too coincidental that they should come to this place looking for a werewolf tooth and be approached directly by a werewolf asking to have his tooth knocked out. There were shenanigans afoot.

Savien gave Abel a similar glare. “...we are not going to punch this kid’s tooth out in the middle of a hospital lobby.” Back to Leo. “You seriously don’t have insurance? A state medical card?“
 
“Ari-who? Teethies? Who’s that?” Leo looked around, “I’ll sign a waiver or something if I need to. And of COURSE I don’t have a card, I was born in some Bloodstone-run medical shack or something. It’s a miracle I even gotta birth certificate.”

“Ser Durandet, he looks like he’s really in pain, and we are the most reliable option he has right now. Perhaps we could help him somewhere out of sight if you’re so nervous Master Arianne is plotting something,” Abel felt a tinge if empathy for the wolf. He knew the feeling well of being a ‘ghost’ without paperwork.

Leo frowned. “Like I get it, it’s a weird thing to ask especially with all that controversy about our kind and the police, but I’m asking you because I wanna trust the church. Besides, don’t you have like a zillion witnesses here that can hear me asking you to do it?”
 
“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 chin,” he took a white cloth from his belt and gave it to Abel. “Open your mouth, point to the tooth. Don’t shift, whatever you do.”

Savien would test the offending tooth for looseness and examine how tight the gums were clinging to it. Teeth couldn’t be removed straight from the mouth, he knew - they had to be loosened before they could be ripped up. Hopefully whatever ailment was afflicting the tooth had already taken care of that part.

“How strong is your healing factor?”
 
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