Midwestern angel

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T’lynx’tri looked at the lion a he paused. He watched the lion draw a breath as if he was weighing what he had started. He felt the manicle bite into his arm even more as the lion pulled on it to drag him in a different direction. But T’lynx’tri would be unmoved.

“I will not leave from this space until I have made contact with he who I intend. For this there is no discussion.”

If the lion wants to fight then so be it while the iron is slowly robbing his very essence, he would prefer death to allowing his will to be brought low. He is an Arcadian noble a lord in his own right. This lion may be an alpha and Rex of his clan, however T’lynx’tri is not a lion nor an lycanthrope. He shall not bow to another especially since he was assaulted. He has so far indulged the Rex so far because in the same place that kept stayed his arm when he was with Esme when she told of her price. But his patience was truly wearing thin with him.

“I understand why your action, but I am not one of your Subs. There is very little space left before I find offense at what you are trying to do. I have told you your friend lives an yet you harangue me.”

Beyond his amusement, irritation was building at this being. Since the Lion wanted to show strength, without taken into account of what heat the preternatural community would get for this new development. It would be best for T’lynx’tri to not deviate from what he was doing. The manaicle was on top of his suit jacket using the sleeve as a buffer for his magic and the iron he concentrated his shield under his suit at just that spot. Forcing that one spot to expand outward hoping the suit jacket held together long enough to shatter the iron bracelet that the lion gave him.

[Hieronymous Banks-Walker]

Like the smell of victory or the humbling odious stench of defeat Hiero could smell the resignation in the Arcadian. Like an exasperated parent the Arcadian sighed his resolution before any words escaped his lips. In less than five minutes the building would locked down. The police would be swarming over place and a man being held forcibly would do wonders to awake the already highly suspicious gendarme.

It was a forgone conclusion that the matter had escalated far above a simple snatch and grab. The truth could quickly escape if the Arcadian was allowed to leave of his own volition. It would be far worse if the Arcadian was allowed to reach out to whatever contact he chose. So the simplest thing would be to wipe his hands of the whole situation.

That was not an option however.

Just as Hiero was beginning to soften toward doing such an irrevocable action his reserves were bolstered as the Arcadian began to dim. It was as if right before his eyes the Arcadian was becoming sun-bleached. There was only one thing that Hiero could think of might cause the Arcadian to lose the light of his glamor. He was attempting something. Some outrageous use of his very being to escape or call for help either way Hiero's decision was made.

Moving with the alacrity born of desperation Hiero flashed the sign that would have the wolves move in en masse. As the Arcadian taxed himself with whatever errant escape attempt he had in mind Hiero pulled the Arcadian forward and off balance. Lashing out with his knee Hiero projected an innard quivering roar into the Arcadian. At the distance of less than a few feet if he lost control of the roar it could cause permanent damage. Hiero aimed for merely disorientation.

He knew better than to underestimate an Arcadian as such he overestimated and hoped for the best. He knew that with the Arcadian taxing himself that the cold iron would be more efficacious. He hoped he hadn't erred too far on the high side. He did not want the Arcadian dead unless it proved out that the Arcadian had lied and harm had befallen Sabin. He knew far too well that some of the greatest pains had very little to do with physical woundings...

[Tempus]

Tempus quickly became worried, the ever-present glimmer that was his brothers essence sputtered like a flame in a draft. He reached out to him instinctually. Finding the touch of his presence merely a ghost of itself his fears grew exponentially.Even in his nefariousness his brother fully shielded stood out like a watchtower beacon. Tempus headed to his brothers home as the trail of his essence was so faint and dampened he needed to be in contact with something his brother used often to bolster the signal between them. This did not bode well and woe be unto any who threatened the safety of his brother. There would be no sanctuary for any foolish enough to harm so much as one stray hair upon his head.

[saph]

Since Saphyre had been the one to call the police and she was the one who found the body. That she was publicly a shape-shifter wasn't exactly to her benifit the police had arrived and were starting to question the party goers.

She sighed waiting for when they would try to arrest her. already she was expecting to be escorted to the station simply for being a shape shifter. She was afraid of silver cuffs and all the trappings that would entail. She was nervous because she had already heard they were trying to atribute the murders to a shape shifter. But they hadnt gotten any leads.

So she sat waiting for her turn at being questioned. She heard Hiero though following his voice she looked up at him and another man in surprise.

"What are you doing here? The police are here and your doing this?!"

She recognized the arcadian from the spring party in the park hosted by Sorcha and she frowned looking at them both now. She turned though when she heard the police moving their way.

[dorian]

Dorian rushed to the scene he knew he might not be the first responder but this monster had to be brought down. Cord didn't seem to want to beleive that a shifter was responsiblefor the carnage but he beleived that the perp was definitely a preternatural and the closest thing he could find any information on was a lycanthrope. It had to be one of those beasts. What he couldn't wrap his mind around was how they could control their animal nature long enough to carve the girls up.

Walking in he immediately assessed the scene. The crime had to be on one of the upper floors. Sighing he looked at the elevator bank out of the corner of his eye he caught the motion that seemed highly suspicious. It was a quick flash of movement but it tripped all of his danger triggers. Slipping his firearm out of his holster he motioned top the few plainsclothes that were making their way in. He had them begin to set up a perimeter. Slowly moving toward the darkened alcove he drew his flashlight. The sight that met his eyes was all the confirmation that he needed for his theory. Their were several men wrestling with such strength and speed that it was no doubt that they were obviously not human.

"Freeze!!! Chicago Police!!!"

[Hieronymous Banks-Walker]

Hiero looked to Saphyre his face a mask of momentary confusion. He had smelled the faint scent of skulk but had not expected her to be here.

"Damn how soon...?"


There are few words that in any language sound as ominous as thunder on your wedding day. Hiero over the buzz of adrenaline heard three of them. While the jumble of bodies didn't provide him with a clear image of who had called such, the voice was as distinctive as the echo of nightmares. There would be no way to justify his actions. There would be no easy escape. sadly as much as he was loathe to he would have to take arms against a cop that had already sniffed him as something outside of purely human.

Sighing inwardly if only he could find some middle ground but that wasn't an option. The detective had already cleared his holster. The frying pan would be a dream compared with the hellfire he was being prepared to be consumed by. Sadly detainment was not an option. The lighting wasn't the best so there was an impossibly slim chance that their goose wasn't completely cooked.

Speaking to the prone Arcadian in a hurried whisper "We need to leave unless you are prepared to be detained by the local police?"

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The words from the detective were as humorous as bilge that the tumbled from the lion’s mouth. He wanted to leave and quickly, while it would suit the lion to be caught with his hand in the cookie jar, all it would take would be for T’lynx’tri to make a scene to draw the constable to his plight. He took a deep breath and within the span of that breath he decided to reset the game board.
T’lynx’tri held up his arm just slightly so that the lion would notice the gentle tug on his wrist.
“Iron. Left me weaken.”
He hoped that the bone-headed Rex would remove the shackle. T’lynx’tri began marshalling his strength he would need it, he dissected the situation, he would enrage the very air on this floor. Which will beget a melee that will distract the police, during this moment of confusion he will grab the Rex and dump him ass at the Snake man place of business. just In case he would be so brazen to attempt to blindside him with a double cross no one will be around to help him, and battle that the lion so seeks will be done.

[Hieronymous Banks-Walker]

Hiero caught the mischievous glint to the Arcadians eye. he knew that in that instant the moment he freed him that the Arcadian would turn the tables as quick as he possibly could. Sighing his frustrations he allowed the Arcadian to rattle the metal which connected them. That had scant moments and those were all borrowed. As the detective hadn't closed whatever trap he had be setting Hiero sprang into action calling "On me" to the wolves. Flicking his gaze briefly to Saphyre he made sure they considered her inclusive in what was to follow versus a bystander and therefore expendable.

He knew at this distance that no officer in their right mind could miss. So he would make himself the largest and best target by taking point. Heaving the Arcadian over his shoulder like the dead weight he was Hiero charged the officer shielding his face with the Arcadians bulk. He knew at a dead sprint that the cops could only squeeze off so many rounds. His hope was that with the proliferation of civilians that they would keep the gun play to a minimum.

The vehicle they had for this purpose would never arouse suspicion on its own; While they couldn't out run radio the officers on hand already had one issue to deal with . He was gambling on a hunch that whatever had them out in force was more important than what he would write off as a drunken brawl. There was the fact that the Detective responsible for intruding on their little dance was on the monster beat. This was so many shades of a fucked-up as to make rainbows pale by comparison...

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T’lynx’tri felt the Rex grab him and hoist him to his shoulders. In a sort of awkward fireman’s carry. He had rallied his troops and began to dash at the police. while still marshalling his strength he shifted his weight completely off the shoulder of the Rex. Using the Rex as a spring board he flipped down to the ground below. Once the chain link ran out of slack either the Rex would be dragged to the ground or he would. T’lynx’tri shoulder’s in the opposite direction of the Rex, to drag him to the ground. To increase the leverage he pulled on one of the passing wolves. Shoving him towards the back of the Rex as T’lynx’tri pulled towards the cop.

“Let me go you psychopath.” Tlynx’tri said as loudly as needed to draw all the police to that area. While normally he would shun the police, but in this instance they would be of a great help.

[Hieronymous Banks-Walker]

Leverage as always was the key to any situation. Hiero had had enough it was time to apply some. As the arcadian struggled and began to thrash Hiero turned the mans protest into a onesided contest. He wnated down then so be it down he would have. As the arcadian fought to free himself Hiero used his considerable strength against the mans weakening flailing to catapult the man forward. Turning his shoulder into the toss. even while clothed in human form the mans weight was a mere trifle.

He had thought to keep the man conscience hoping to have no need of leaving with him. As plan A through C was now a lost cause Hiero followed the momentum of his throw keeping the line slack between them. as he and the arcadian went crashing into the officers gathering he used his undiminished speed to keep his hair as a barrier between himself and the officers all the while jabbing the arcadian with the hypo he had hoped to not use. There was supposedly enough paralytic there to drop a slew of enraged lycanthropes he now had to guess on the dose as the situation had spiraled far beyond what it should have been. Rolling with the impact of their landing Hiero did not bother to remove the hypo and instead scooped the dead weight into his arms raising him high enough to shield his face somewhat.

Luckily for him the police seemed to have been stricken with a touch of catatonia. The wolves having closed ranks were hard on his heels. he knew he was slowing them down but fortune seemed to be with them for now. He hoped that Saph wouldn't be too put out being swept up in this fracas...