Midwestern angel

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The blood droplets cooled as it settled in the large plastic tuxedo bag. This would be something so large, so epic that the police and the other dragons would be unable to not notice it. They would be forced to do something. Max knew that the dragon ex-police officer would have to sit up and take notice. This would be third trip that he made to the roof. The first was to scout the area and get the best angle, the second was to stash the change of clothes he would need. The woman’s once strawberry blonde hair gained in highlights colors that is was not found in nature but the result of violence. Max took time pressing what little of his patience that he could muster to create wings from the abundance of flesh on her back while he drained the body of all of its excessive liquids into a medium flask. This would be artistic enough that even Kadinsky would be impressed. Max slowly made his way with his precious cargo up to the next to the top floor of the Hancock building. For a creature of shadow darkness the light was as familiar as a flame to a moth. Max felt as if it the light would slowly roast the skin from his bones or more specifically from Ms. Chatterbox. He slipped into the building dressed in a full tuxedo carrying the bag over his arm. If the security forces would bother with more of a casual glance it would seem as if he was just another patron of the Sky deck lounge. Max pressed the button on the elevator to go to a floor from the top and walked to the stairwell. As he was setting up his “gift” to Chicago he looked around at the sky line. It really was a beautiful night. The lights twinkled in their appreciation of miss congeniality. She would be the angel of the Midwest. Using her rigid arm she would forever face and point south to the presidential towers. The flask he emptied the contents to lead and pool in the way that she pointed. They can’t miss this he thought to himself as he changed clothes and stashed his tuxedo into the bag. Max took a running leap off the building shifting into the shadows of the night. The last image that could be made out was his smile of another job well done.

[saph]

She was absorbed more in her own thoughts then in the here and now. She had been getting work not at the club. Since she was a dancer but not a stripper she had a lot more room to work with. But still her novelty was showcased. At the moment she was inbetween neither fox nor human but a blend of the two. She was the entertainment or part of the entertainment for the halloween party. Black and silver fur enticed people to touch even as she saw one or two people wearing her cousins.

Suddenly but faintly she could smell the blood. The meat. Her set was over for the moment. And she went to her handler. She still had a voice but it wasn't quite human anymore.

"Laaren" She had never been able to wrap the hybryd mouth around certain vowels." Theres something wrong. Smell blood and to much meat. "

Lauren frowned down at Saphyre. "What do you mean? Where are you smelling it?"

Instead Saphyre took Lauren's hand and followed her own nose the scent getting strong as she followed it outto where the source was at.

At first when she saw the woman's body she wasn't certain what she was looking at her nose only told her meat food. Her beast saw food. She heard Lauren scream. Something told her this was to soon. It wasn't suposed to be found yet. She turned taking Lauren from the area and let her run back to the party Saph took a breath meant to steady her instead she caught more scents and one she didnt know. She scented it defining it memorizing it.

She left going back to the party when to her designated area she'd been like this for hours already and she shifted back to her human form. Someone had already called the police.

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T’lynx’tri wandered downtown just playing a hunch. He knew that it was only a matter of time before the Dragon would strike. It was in the nature of the beast. As he wandered past Michigan the air was tinged with magic, it was nearly a force of nature, but weak so weak that he almost dismissed it as a young Arcadian. Of course he knew of very few Arcandians that were in the city, however of those they were not young. The feel was streaking across the sky like a devil’s rainbow.
Either it was going to the building or leaving it. Drawing on his own reserves of glamour,
he became neigh transparent. He wanted to get to the top of the building. In the elevator he pressed the top floor. The top floor was dedicated to a club of some type. Glamour was free because of the mirth that was contained in the walls.
He felt the presence of a were nearby, but right now dragon was on the menu. He took a small sampling of glamour just to recharge then when to the roof.

[Hieronymous Banks-Walker]

Hiero had all but given up hope that Sabin was alive. He knew in his heart of hearts that his friend would not willingly be captive to anyone. To that end after his failed plans with Kisa he mounted what he thought would be his last action in Chicago. He trailed the Arcadian as far as his senses would allow. Staying constantly at the outer edge of whatever gathering the Arcadian was a part of. It had taken several owed favors and several more loaned out. He finally had triangulated the Arcadians whereabouts. He had procured the tinctures and ointments that would make him immune to the fae’s glamour. He had the tools needed to bring a fae down to a mortal’s grasp. All that was needed now was the opportunity to use them. Because the Arcadian had slipped his overwatch on more than one occasion Hiero would have to enlist the help of several others to better account for what he might pull.

Hieronymous hated oweing anyone anything. It was one of the many flaws he cleaved close to his hearts. Because of whatever was going on with Sabin he now owed the wolves a debt that he would never in his eyes be able to repay. He had taken as many safety precautions as he could yet in the end he was still putting several of their already thin numbers in harms way. Outfitted as they were they were nigh immune to the magics he smelled on the wind. They were merely to help him in tracking the Arcadian who moved like a ghost through the patrons of the club oblivious to what cavorted in their midst.

He heard the sirens closing in and knew his moment was quickly passing. He had to act but how was the question. He wouldn’t be completely free to move with this many gawkers about. Damn the consequences. Moving like lightning unbound he shoved the unaware Arcadian. As the distraction of his harsh action took hold he slid the cuff over the arcadians wrist strong though he was no Arcadian could weave glamour while bound in cold forged iron. Slipping his arm around the mans waist Hiero smiled like the predator he was.

“To answer your question, I am not alone and we are inoculated to your charms. Easy or hard at this point its all on you?”

Hiero braced himself for the Arcadian fighting like a demon to be rid of him. He also braced himself for having to take extreme measures. He allowed his readiness to slip between them. He was deadly serious and willing to die for the peace of mind that only the Arcadian could provide him. He hoped the Arcadian would see that this options were limited and all but closed. He however was prepared and almost dependant on the arcadian to fight…

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T’lynx’tri growled low in his throat. “You dim-witted lion. This is both the worst time for him to be intercepted and the best time to contaminate a crime scene. “Follow me.” he said nearly silently.
T’lynx’tri walked the lion to the rooftop with the alpha in tow. T’lynx’tri completely ignored the iron manacle around his wrist. While he did indeed cuff his sword arm rendering it useless, he could more assuredly take the lion in a brawl.
Once they were on the rooftop, T’lynx’tri watched the abject horror blossom on the lion’s face. While he knew that the lion was not a stranger to violence but his honor would stoke the fires of rage to the fore. What T’lynx’tri was hoping for was for the lion to see the atrocity in front of him now and shift gears to wanting to free the city from the grips of this mad beast.
“Have you had the fore thought to perhaps call the snake named Sabin?”

He took a second to see if the lion was in shock or was he hearing him correctly.

“As I told you previously he is unharmed just removed from the scene. Things are happening very quickly and very badly for the city. The preternatural community is going to be in a lot of trouble if this beast is not brought down.”
After gathering all the data that T’lynx’tri could from the scene he walked with the lion to the men rooms door.

“I have to make a contact are you planning on following or will you give me the peace to speak with my contact in peace.”

[Hieronymous Banks-Walker]

Hiero watched the myriad thoughts flit through the Arcadians mind as he searched for a way out. His instincts leapt into overdrive as the scent of blood filled his nostrils. He knew that the fae was not responsible as he had followed him for the bulk of the evening. Damn. Walking with the Arcadian he had no idea as top how to proceed. If this whatever it was was the true quarry of the Arcadian then so be it for now.

Hiero had called Sabin multiple tomes each call more frantic than the last. That if for nothing else made him intimately aware that Sabin was worse for wear. The man was never far from his phone.
"Fine, swear an oath on your name that Sabin is unharmed."

Arcadians could bend the truth but they would never outright lie. To be an oathbreaker was a fate far worse than death for them. It was not much but it was the out right best Hiero could hope for in the present situation...

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“I give my word that as far as when I have last seen him, the snake was alive and healthy if not a bit dazed.” T’lynx’tri wondered what the snake man had gotten into. It had been a while since he last checked on him. Perhaps he should bring the snake home or at least check on him. It would appear that he had more friends than he had thought. The lion seems hell bent on getting his friend back.
“Well are going to enter the washroom with me or can I enter alone? Either way I will need my hand back, so if you would be so kind as to remove the iron cuff I would appreciate it.”
T’lynx’tri waited while the lion decided on his next course of action.
“By the way I was not kidding about the phone call. He should be wide awake by now.”

[Hieronymous Banks-Walker]

"No we are not and neither are you. The police are on their way we are leaving, together. Word or no until I actually have proof of life as to Sabin's continued breathing or your cessation we are together bound in this." Hiero punctuated his statement by rattling the manacle that connected them.

For all of the Arcadians bravado he could feel the slackening of his strength. It wouldn't be long now until the man would have to be carried. He hated having to sink to such machinations but if he had learned one thing in the passing year it was that the Arcadians were never to be trifled with lightly. While they would do everything they could to protect their word of name they would also do all they could to twist that word into a favorable position for themselves. So in short he would not relent until this matter was settled in its totality...

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"Fine if you wish to be bound by me so be it."

T'lynx'tri was being drained away, his energy was ebbing, the maniacal was cold iron it would drain his energy away leaving him weak and prey.

"Give me your phone."

He thought to say please, it seems mortals like that sort of thing, however he did not handcuff the mortal with a silver handcuff that burned like acid. Since the lion was being an ass, he could at least not accommodate his tantrum.

"The item upstairs is their concern. I will stay behind meet my contact or phone him. It is up to you."

[Hieronymous Banks-Walker]

Hiero allowed a few precious seconds to tic by as he counted his breathes. It was once stated that a man should take no more than seven breathes to make a decision. He knew that the fall out from his actions could and would carry a significant weight. The damage was however already done.

His choices were in all simplicity very few. He could either exact vengeance in the here and now for a death that might not have taken place. He could close his eyes to the barest of truths and allow an Arcadian to plot their revenge for being accosted. He could merely lump it all and hope for the best.

As his breathes reached three he moved pulling the Arcadian with him. He knew what he would do. It was as dangerous a gambit as there was but he needed the truth. For the endless pit of rage within him he was not the monster that his grandfather was. Yes he had committed acts of horrible monstrosity, he had portioned his soul time and time again. Yet through it all he had managed to hold though perilously the small kernel of good in him. He would not could not act in true vengeance until he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this man had taken a loved one from him.

Once the truth was known he would plum those depths for every scream of torment he could find and along the way might find a few new evils to sever the good from his being...

"No you won't until we have reached an agreement. Now you could fight me but we both know that doing so would exhaust your reserves and that if not me then one of the others would overwhelm you. So no more talk here we will continue this somewhere else and we will get to the bottom of this once and for all."