Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Lutetia City: Lupaix

as written by Script

The sound of the theatre door swinging open announced Snow's return, but by the fact the door didn't immediately swing shut and the number of footsteps that followed, it was obvious he wasn't alone. A length of chain was looped around his arm, and he made his way through the seating towards the stage, accompanied by a number of other members of the Bloodstone Pack.

"I rounded up everyone I could find, and called anyone I couldn't. Not everyone picked up, but we should have a good turnout." Snow said as he approached Desmond, glancing across to Chloe. "I see she's awake. Figure out who she is yet?"
 
as written by Tiko

"'er name's Chloe," Desmond told Snow. "No identification on 'er though. Didn't think to grab 'er clothes from the street earlier. You got the stuff?"

He stood up from the stool and retrieved the gun from the crate before he knelt down two feet from Chloe. He kept a casual hold over the gun for the time being and wasn't pointing it at her as he spoke.

"We're gonna untie you now, so you can get dressed. An' after that, we're gonna chain you up 'til we figure out what to with you. I wager it'll be a bit more comfortable than those ropes. An' while I don't much like the idea of hurtin' a pretty lady like yourself, if you try anythin', I won't 'esitate to shoot you again, alright?"
 
as written by Knosis

She peeked through one eyelid again, glaring up at Desmond. "How many times do I have to say it? I don't mean you any harm. The attack was.. An accident.." She grumbled.

However fantastic the idea of getting away from the ropes cutting into her skin sounded, moving to get dressed and being retied up did not. "I won't do anything intentional. Promise." She gave a tight smile. "So please don't intentionally shoot me."
 
Jean had been among the other members that entered with Snow, a smug look on his face that was immediately directed at Desmond.

Yes, it is I! I actually came! And on time! He thought, the smug look fading as he turned his gaze to the captive, but then quickly being replaced with an even wider smirk. He mentally thanked Desmond for forgetting her clothes in the street, and frowned at the mention of her getting clothed.

"I'd just like it to be known that I disapprove of this." he said, but not particularly loud enough for anybody to pick up from the rest of the commotion. He then crossed his arms tightly in front of him and remained quiet until he was needed, making sure to take several mental pictures for later.
 
as written by Zarhara

Renard followed the other members into the hall quietly he glanced around nodding to the other members. On a normal occasion he strayed away from pack politics as much as he possibly could. He prefered to focus on his buisness and making guns. He wore a simple coat but if one looked closely they would see the outlines of two holstered weapons protruding from his hips.

He noticed Chloe and then heard the remark by Jean and shook his head slightly while rolling his eyes. "I think this is a theater of the arts not a strip club." Ren remarked jokingly.
 
as written by Script

Snow nodded, tossing a bundle of clothes at Chloe's feet before stepping behind her to untie the ropes. "Apologies for the discomfort, but if you can't control yourself when you're shifted, the bindings are a necessary precaution. We don't want to have to further harm you."

He laid the chains down ready for when they'd be needed, before stepping away to give the girl room to change. He shot Jean and Renard a disdainful glare. He didn't speak, but his eyes gave a clear message - keep your lechery to yourself.
 
as written by CelticCat

A small, hooded figure slipped in quietly and gave a few nods to other members she recognized. Raquette dug her hands into her pockets and lowered her gaze, sticking closest to Snow as she took in room and made her mental notes. Generally scared and confused with all the events she'd heard happening, she wanted to keep her head down and her nose clean. One hand did clench around her phone, almost hoping she wouldn't have to "speak."
 
"I think you must be mistaken, friend. The naked body is art, and the act of removing one's clothes to reveal that art is even more so." He retorted, quiet enough for Ren to hear before shooting a lopsided smirk at Snow. He took a moment to acknowledge the hooded figure appearing close to Snow, and then turned his gaze back to him.

His eyes gave a clear message in return - make me.
 
as written by Tiko

Also arriving with Snow where Marc, Jacques, Carlisle, and Julienne. Vanessa and Bastien where both notably missing, but given the situation with Sophia that was to be expected.

There where a few others missing also, people who had been out of reach, or in some cases out of town, but for the most part, the brunt of the pack had shown up. A few more stragglers might arrive yet too.

Meanwhile as everyone was filtering in, Desmond kept an eye on Chloe while Snow untied her so she could get dressed. With the pack showing up in force, it would be suicide if she tried anything, but if she wasn't entirely in control of herself as seemed to be the case then sometimes reason didn't really factor into these things.
 
as written by Tiko

Carlisle looked grimmer than normal and he threw Chloe only a cursory glance. There was a lot on his mind, and on the minds of the rest of the pack for that matter.

"Vanessa and Bastien aren't coming," Carlisle informed the others as he got off his phone. "Not while Sophia's still missing. And Nieve's still out of town. Anyone seen or heard from Noel?"

"Not since he got out of the hospital after that spat with Ragenard again," Julienne replied with a scowl. "Probably off nursing his pride."
 
as written by Knosis

Chloe rubbed her wrists as she was released and slowly stood up, hissing and spitting curses as her side screamed with pain. After the stars cleared from her vision, she slowly got dressed, careful to not jar the wounds and bruises that were healing at a rather rapid pace. The clothes were a bit baggy on her, but would do for now.

The gun no longer concerned her as much as the people in this room did. Outnumbered and alone, Chloe would be killed before she had the chance to fully transform. Not that she'd willingly want to transform in a room full of a pack.

Suddenly, Chloe felt very alone and every instinct that drove her wanted to run. But with Desmond with the gun, and the others close at hand, she wouldn't make it to the swinging doors. So once she endured the torture of getting dressed, she sat tenderly on the floor with her arms out, waiting to be locked up again. She merely listened to the conversation that was going on around her, as it did not include her yet.
 
as written by Architect

"You're gone one week and come back to find everythin's gone to shite"

Muttering angrily to himself, Alfred Fay walked down an aisle towards the stage. "Heaven's forbid I ever decide to go on holiday, I'll return to find everyone wiped out by a plague."

A heavy sigh escaped him as he climbed onto the stage, taking a moment to stand in the center, admiring the ruined remains of a once fairly decent theatre.

"Such a lovely place for this arrangement." He yawned, fishing a flask out of his jacket. "Very symbolic, and I hope it's not an omen of things to come."

He took a swig from the flask and returned it to his jacket before turning on his heels and sliding behind the curtain. When he came within earshot of the others present he spread his arms wide in greeting.

"Well then, what exactly have I missed, my beloved brethren."
 
as written by Tiko

"What have you missed?" Julienne bit out as she turned about to face Alfred. "Is that the best you have to say for yourself? Eliotte's dead, or didn't you care?"

Julienne always did have a sharp tongue for Alfred. He wasn't like most of the pack, he kept to himself a lot, and in her eyes he was an outsider here among friends.

"'ey," Desmond interrupted. "We 'ave more than enough trouble at our doors without scrappin' among ourselves. There's some problems that need addressin'. Not the least of which is sittin' right 'ere behind us."

His skin was a few shades paler than normal, likely on account of the mauling and the blood loss and he wiped the back of his sleeve across his brow.

"There's a chance she's the one who attacked that lad," he said as he gestured towards her with the gun still in hand while Snow was re-securing her with the chains.

"Took a bite out of me arm she did."

The boy's story had been all over the news, headlines that where still vying with Sophia on coverage time. The child's prognosis was grim, and as the boys condition deteriorated in the hospital, the outrage among the Lutetian citizens was on the rise. The rogue wolf on the loose was a problem for all of the packs, but with the victims cropping up around Bloodstone territory, it was a matter of some urgency for them in particular. The police, and the Ardelean Society where both beginning to cotton on to the pattern and it was bringing heat down on the pack. And now Baron was cooling his heels in jail.

Once Snow had Chloe secured, Desmond stood back up and reholstered the gun in his back holster.
 
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as written by Knosis

Chloe's eyes grew wide at the accusation of attacking another. "H-hey!" She exclaimed. "I'll admit that I accidentally attacked you. But I'm not taking blame for something someone else did!" She said.

She had heard about the boy being attacked, and had even been on the case right after Re'Altarm had been attacked. Though with the attack on Desmond, her chances of convincing the rest of the pack was slim unless there was harder proof. "You can't pin that on me." She muttered, glaring needles at Desmond.
 
as written by Tiko

"You don't remember doin' this either," Desmond reminded her. "Might be there's other things you don't remember doin'?" he asked.

There was no malice in his words, but it was a serious enough question. Had Snow not happened on the situation, the day could have gone very different. Desmond would have been the newest headlines, and would she have ever known she was the responsible party?
 
as written by Sentry

Ulrich had come into the theater with the rest, but he was quiet at first, like Raquette. Backstage with everyone there was slightly stuffy. There was a good amount of dust. He remembered that smell from high school. Theater dust.

The man looked grim, which wasn't much of a statement for Ulrich. He normally seemed a bit down or harried, but it was particularly apparent that day, carving grooves above his brow. So much had happened in the last few weeks. Nothing good. People were missing, dead, and hospitalized. A grim week, it was.

He trained his attention on Raquette, who'd stayed mighty quiet the whole time, as she often did. He hovered near the two Jeans, however.
 
as written by Knosis

"This..!" She started off as if she were going to raise her voice but backed off immediately, finding it wise not to tick off most of a pack. "This time.. Was different.." She said, lowering her gaze away from Desmond, furrowing her brows. Why was it different though? She had never lost control during the day.

She would have more problems if she were to remain captive over night as well.

"I don't know how to convince you that I didn't do it.." She said, the note of uncertainty in her voice. Could it be possible that she was involved with the attacks? She couldn't remember attacking Desmond, but she hadn't randomly ended up naked in the middle of somewhere she didn't remember how she got there prior to this event either. But her bosses had been insistent she see the attack site where Re'Altarm had been and has made sure she was locked up from that point on.

Could it have been her?

"It couldn't have been me.." She said, more quietly and less certain that before.
 
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as written by Script

"I don't think it was her." Snow stated, shaking his head. "Her attack on you was random. A result of her losing control. My understanding of this rogue wolf is that their attacks are deliberate, and malicious. And I don't think an ardelean society operative could have flown under the radar while carrying out such regular attacks."

He pulled a wooden chair over from the side and sat reversed on it, resting his arms on its back. "The fact remains that we need to find who did attack that boy, and the others. We can't let that sort of thing happen on our doorstep."
 
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"I agree with him for once" He spoke up, pointing a finger with thumb cocked back at Snow, and then pressing the thumb flat against the side of his hand in a mock shooting gesture. He shot Snow a wink before turning to Desmond.

"You know me. I've lost control like she has before, only I didn't have the fortunate of being stopped and made aware until hundreds were hurt or killed." Not to mention the near one hundred partially eaten he thought to himself, shuddering slightly before straightening his posture and regaining his composure.

"I say we try to be a little forgiving here and focus on the more important matters. No offense to you and your missing, erm... chunks."
 
as written by Architect

Rather than react to Julienne's scolding, Alfred found it was much more advantageous to simply shut up and listen, and by doing so he got the answers he was looking for.

"Been quite a week then." He nodded as he walked past Snow, and up to the restrained Chloe.

"Loss of control hmm?" He asked rhetorically as he bent at the knees, squatting a bit to get to her level. "Well, that's convenient ain't it?" Again he went fishing into his jacket, only this time it wasn't for his flask.

"In that case,I 'appen to have something here for you. Would you like to see what it is?"
 
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