Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Lutetia City: Lupaix

as written by Knosis

Chloe had been lost in thought, so she hadn't noticed Alfred until he squatted next to her. She narrowed her gaze at him, suddenly wishing she hadn't been so compliant to be tied up again.

"Considering I must look like some bondage porno gone wrong when you came in, forgive me if I don't seem too terribly interested in what's in your pocket, sir."

Always an awesome time to be a smart ass when you're outnumbered and chained. It's not like she had much of a choice one way or another if Alfred decided to show her what he was talking about.
 
Jean-Pierre smirked at the exchange between the bound girl and Alfred.

"I can assure you that whatever it is, miss, he's not just happy to see you." He quipped.
 
as written by CelticCat

Raquette shuffled awkwardly and tried to press herself back into the crowd, blending in. However, she still felt eyes on her and she subtly scanned the surrounding face to find whom they belonged to. When her eyes finally landed up Ulrich's, she couldn't hide her emotional state. Anxiety, fear, and sorrow all played across her features and flashed from her eyes like beacons. She made her own quick study of his face before dropping her gaze and tugging slightly at the hood, though it already covered as much of her face as it could.

Her eyes fell onto Chloe and she studied the woman carefully now that she was fully clothed. She pulled her phone and began typing out something before shaking her head slightly and deleting it all, shakily stuffing her hand back in her pocket. It wasn't important enough, anyway.
 
as written by Tiko

"And you're what, two, three hundred years old?" Julienne asked Jean-Pierre through narrowed eyes. "It's doubtful that your past transgressions will bring police to our doorstep like that girl will if we keep her around. I don't even know why she's here at all. Let her loose or kill her, but get her the fuck out of our territory before we have more heat on our backs than we already have."

"Just like that, let 'er loose? How long 'til she 'urts someone else?" Desmond interjected.

"They're not our concern, and she's not pack," Julienne bit out scathingly. "The hunters will take care of her and that'll be that."

Desmond knelt back down to get a thoughtful look at Chloe, eye to eye. What troubled him most was her flippant attitude about the whole matter. No remorse for what she had done... could have done. She had apologized yes, but did she really care? He didn't think she did. She was going through the motions to get out of here.

"What do you think we should do with you?" Desmond asked her finally.
 
as written by Architect

Before Alfred could respond in kind to Chloe's clever lashing, he found that she had become the subject of a different conversation. Soon Desmond had become his "Kneel in front of the prisoner" neighbor, prompting Fay to quickly stand straight, a hand still hidden beneath his jacket.

Still the conversation had taken quite the interesting turn.

"Actually. If I could, interject, without being immediately shot down here. I have a proposal that could offer both parties present some satisfactory results."

Turning his head slightly, he gave Chloe a small smirk before turning his back on her to face the ever pleasant Julienne.

"I can take her. I can assure you that she'll be properly isolated, and removed from your concern. And Even better than just letting her go, my option comes with the benefit of being able to contact and keep track of her, should she ever come under suspicion again." He turned on his heels to let Julienne think about it.

"As for your benefit," He said, nodding at Chloe. "You'll get to spend some time comfortably, as opposed to a simple prisoner to be locked up in a crumbling old theater. I can promise you three hot meals a day, plenty of free time for leisurely use, and the possibility of learning how to better control yourself." He arched a brow at Chloe, indicating she should mull it over as well.

"Now I know what you all must be thinking." He said as he turned away from the group, taking a step away. " 'What does Absent Alfred, get out of this? Surely there must be some kind of catch right?' " He paused for a moment, pulling his hand out of his jacket, revealing an empty syringe that he held up for all to see.

"Nothing too grandiose or selfish, just some knowledge that could better all our lives."
 
as written by Script

"All things else aside, she's a member of the Ardelean Society," Snow pointed out, looking to Alfred with a shake of his head. "They won't look kindly on us taking one of their number prisoner without proof she's the one behind the attacks. You can't just whisk her off to 'isolation' without there being consequences. She's not some stray with no connections."
 
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as written by Architect

"Ah, Ardelean Society." He frowned, returning the syringe to his pocket with a sigh. "Well, that's a complication. Nevermind what I've been on about, completely irrelevant at this point." He yawned and pulled out his flask, taking a chug before walking over to Chloe and offering her a drink.

"Well, tried to do what I could, sorry about that." He said to her with a shrug.
 
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as written by Knosis

Chloe gritted her teeth at the thought of becoming a guinea pig to the man and even bared her teeth at him in retort. Luckily Snow intervened and she didn't need to tell Alfred 'where' to stick that needle. Still, she refused the flask despite wanting to finish whatever was in it for herself.

She sighed and leaned back. Her head was pounding fiercely and hunger gnawed at her innards. Still she sighed and looked straight to Desmond. "I'm sorry I lost control. I've been under a lot of stress lately, and I guess it became too much to handle at once so I flipped.. In a very bad way. This has never happened before.."

'During the day, at least..' She thought to herself. "I may have been pulled off the case directly, but I'm one of the people trying to help find that little girl.. I know the call desks have been pouring in information, and I was suppose to go back there after lunch. And the longer you debate about what to do with me, the longer it takes to find Sophia." She murmured.

"They'll also spare men to come find me, which is another problem for finding Sophia. I was attacked by the serial killer that's also been on the news once already, so they'll suspect that's happened again and go to find me. I don't want that to happen, but if you don't make some call to my office, they'll do just that."

"At least make a call to my partner, Alphonse Torres." She murmured. "Let him know that I'm alright, and ask him if he knows me."
 
as written by Script

Snow's expression shifted slightly when Chloe mentioned Sophia, his eyes tightening as he looked back at her. "If she's working with the people finding Sophia, I say we let her go." he said, "We can let them know what happened. But she's their agent. Tey have to deal with. We have enough on our plate already."

He folded his arms. "If they don't deal with it, then that's a problem for another day. Right now, the Ardelean Society are our biggest asset in finding Sophia. We don't want to create any tension that could jeopardise that."
 
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as written by Tiko

"Are you shitting me?" Julienne asked. "She's with the ARDELEAN SOCIETY?! We let her go now, and that means she's going right back into our back yard. Would you be so casual about this if she had killed Desmond?"

Her eyes where narrowed and her tongue sharp.

"Having her in our territory waiting for her to kill one of us is our problem to deal with. Or has Baron being in jail a few days got you forgetting this is our territory, not the Ardelean Society's."

Her eyes had an amber hue to him and her voice had lowered a few octaves to an almost growl.

"The last thing we need is a fucking lunentia case on our turf with everything else going on. Should just put her out of her fucking misery now."

She took several menacing steps towards Chloe.
 
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as written by Architect

It was a bit uncharacteristic of him, but a key word from Julienne had sparked him into action. He put himself in her path, extending the flask in her direction.

"Don't lose sight of the bigger picture." He said, swallowing hard as he stood firmly between her and Chloe. He wondered if she'd even stop long enough to listen to reason. Given his reputation of being an outcast even among 'brethren' he was pretty sure she wouldn't hesitate to make an example of him.

Wouldn't be the first one to.
 
"Or..." Jean-Pierre began, placing his arms across his chest. "We hold her until Baron is back out of jail." He suggested, the smirk he usually held leaving his face.

"I should be able to get him out of there soon. We just need to cool off and be a little more rational here. It'll only be a few days. Maybe Alfred could hold her then, at least until Baron's out, and then we can all come to a decision. Clearly some of us are too heated currently." he paused to shoot a glance at Julienne.

"Let's just take a couple of steps back. A decision isn't necessary immediately."
 
as written by Tiko

"I accept," Julienne bit out scathingly.

Carlisle who had remained quiet until then lay a hand on Jean-Pierre's shoulder.

"It's too late for that," he explained. Others where moving back to clear space for Julienne and Alfred. The expectation was clear. Alfred had extended a challenged towards Julienne, however inadvertent that may have been.

She could accept, or she could step aside.
 
as written by Sentry

"Great that you're ready to add another murder to the list when the cops are already crawling all over us," said Ulrich to Julienne, holding up a hand to halt her. Though, as soon as she'd accepted the challenge, the hand curled into a fist that came to his chest, and he stepped back with a bite to his lips.

He rose his eyes up to Alfred, his brow tautly shadowing his eyes. He couldn't fight Julienne, either. He wasn't terribly close to Alfred, but he felt pity for him. Maybe it wasn't well-placed, but it was there.

His gaze shifted to Raquette, who's expressions were etched on her face. Not much he could do to reassure her now.
 
as written by Script

Snow's expression tightened, and he let the words that had been forming on his lips go unsaid. This wasn't what they needed right now. They had enough to worry about without every discussion being punctuated with brawling. But Carlisle was right. It was too late for anyone other than Alfred to call it off now. If nothing else, hopefully it would give Julienne an outlet for her frustration and anger.
 
as written by CelticCat

Raquette could only watch as the tension throttled up. She almost lurched forward as she realized exactly the situation Alfred had started. Baron was gone and immediately pack members were going at each others throats in the midst of the tension. She pulled her phone back out and typed quickly, actually pressing send this time. A hollow, female voice buzzed out from the small speakers in a disjointed monotone. "Don't do this." She held out the screen towards Alfred, her habit in case the words couldn't be heard. "This is about the pack."

One furtive glance at the both of them and Raquette shoved her phone back in her pocket, shuffling backwards with the rest of the pack to make room. She knew Julienne wouldn't back down, but she didn't know Alfred well enough to predict him. She simply expected the worst.
 
as written by Zarhara

Renard had been quietly standing listening to the conversation up until this point he saw no need to interject things seemed like they were working themselves out slowly but surely. He seemed to stand a bit straigter as Jean-Pierre mentioned Baron. With a small nod he stepped forward slightly.

"I agree with Jean, I think we need to get Baron out and run this by him, I have some extra funds kicking around if we need to post the bail, but we would need to find an ah less traceable method to post such a sum. I'd like to keep the police out of my business and from shutting me down. " Renard said.
 
as written by Tiko

Renard and Raquette's voices went largely unheard at this point. This wasn't about Chloe anymore. If Julienne didn't rise to Alfred's challenge, she would be relinquishing her position in the pack to him. It was how the pack had maintained order and hierarchy for generations, and how they would likely continue to do so for generations more.

With Ragenard gone it was only a matter of time before these skirmishes started breaking out as the pack adjusted to the loss of Baron's second, and Baron's own absence only furthered those tensions within the pack rankings.

The results where a normal and traditional part of pack life. Sacred even.

There was a rising energy that filled the room that had a place within each of them. They could all feel it in the air, smell it, taste it... it was all around them...primal and raw. It was that bit of wolf in all of them.

"Break him in half," Marc jeered from the sidelines where the pack had begun to form a loose circle around Julienne and Alfred.

"'eh. Gran luck to yah," Desmond told Alfred. He didn't much fancy the man's odds in a fight, but he had balls at least for trying.

"Do you know the rules?" Carlisle asked.

While Julienne had done this dance more than once before, Carlisle was well aware that it was a first for Alfred.
 
as written by Tiko

Jacques too had joined the others in gathering in a ring for the imminent fight, and despite his silence the whole evening, the wolf was strong in him. His eyes had taken on the amber hue of a wolf's, and he could feel the start of a growl welling in his throat.

The wolf wanted to shed its current form and join the fray, but this wasn't his fight. This was between Julienne and Alfred.
 
as written by Knosis

Chloe fell silent. This ordeal did not pertain to her now, even if she had been the cause of it. It did not stop her from not liking it, however.

She bared her teeth in a silent growl. Chloe had not joined a pack for many reasons, and this useless nonsense for fighting for pack rank was one of those reasons. The only hope there was, was that if Alfred were to back down from the challenge.

This was the first time she had been within a pack's presence since turning a werewolf herself. The tension of the situation fell on her like a bucket of ice water, and the throbbing in her head became more intense. She looked up at Desmond. "H-hey.. I need some water.." She murmured to him, her skin turning pale.
 
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