Log:Wrath and Despair, Scene 7

Wrath and Despair 2017/11/10 	 Eve Laura Johnson Lazare Unix Amelia Rocky Grimm Calmet

7

This large area has markers of all shapes and sizes, including the modern now-a-day holographic headstones, lined up in rows across the green field of grass. Some headstones have seen their days as the wear and tear of age bites at them, whereas others newly placed markers sadly gleam like beacons into the sky. Some of the headstones date back over 250 years while others are mere days or hours old. Flowers are dispersed among the various headstones, giving respect to the memories of those who have long since passed, and to those recently departed. Off in the distance is a single small building which you can make out to be the funeral home where friends and relatives might say their final good-byes to the recently departed before they are buried within this courtyard. At night, the cemetery makes for an eerie place to be. The feeling of lost souls seems to linger nearby as if looking for a new victim to claim. A low fog appears to cling to the ground, making light wisping tendrils to curl around your legs as you walk between the grave markers that look like guardians of the graves.

A woman, bundled up in a long coat, walks up to a gravestone, with the name Charles 'Ember' Johnson. She says, to herself, or to the gravesite, "Charles...it's Laura. I can't do this any more. Since you were taken away, I..." Tears start to roll down her cheek. "...and now, someone tried to kill me. They tried to control my mind and make me jump from Quinn Tower. She's been caught, they think. But the police think she was hired." He starts to cry openly. "I'm going to die. Probably because of something you did before you turned over a new leaf."

She swallows, "I can't do this. I can't look over my shoulder all the time. I can't." She then hears a voice coming from behind her. It's hollow, and fills her with dread. But what it says is tempting. "I can give you the power to get those that want to kill you. You don't have to despair. You could...burn them all..."

The woman agrees...and her body erupts into blue flame, slowly transforming. The few people around the area start to scramble away. But the blue flames are visible well outside the cemetery proper.

Wrath(#2855TOnp)

Where this mundane person has stood moments prior, now stands someone who is most decidedly not 'mundane'. His body is alight with blue flames coursing over his body. His features have morphed to become more sunken, like his skin is now stretched over his bones.

Eve is doing nothing more than a bit of shopping, nearby, when she sees the flames. She runs toward the cemetery, leaping over the fence, and setting her bags down just inside.

Amelia's presence in the cemetery is fortuitous, probably, but would be hard to explain to others. She's collecting gravestone moss on the far side of the cemetery. So she doesn't hear the dread conversation. But the surge of power as the woman becomes Wrath incarnate draws her attention instantly.

Wanda was told to respect one's elders, and where else to respect them than visit the graves herself. Names, dates, and headstones the only things that seem to be what's left of some of people's lives, aside from memories. A sudden outburst of flame nearby gets her attention as she looks, a bit confused about a now human-torch and uses her IR to determine how much of a threat she is...

Gabrielle Grimm was in another part of the cemetery, returning to the scene of a crime of murders. She's not shedding any tears over the DEMON initiates who were killed, but she still has no clues as to who was behind it. She came back in the daytime to see if there was something she missed. The dark detective (in training, if you ask Frankie) is crouched over a patch of grass in the center of the circle where the bodies were found, wearing a long fitted black coat that pools a little on the ground behind her, plus a gray scarf wrapped a few times around her neck. Not that she feels the cold. She runs her fingers over a stamp of flattened grass. A footprint, maybe? A shadow she can follow to its source?

She looks up as she sees the cast of blue flames further along the cemetery, its source blocked by statues and tombstones until she stands up. "What in the..." Gabrielle starts to mutter as she vanishes and reappears much closer to the source. "World?" she finishes as she appears from the shadows, the sound of dark whispers uttering forbidding knowledge heard briefly as she transitions.

Rocky has taken to finding new and different jobs here and about, given that due to the onset of the colder and wetter weather lately it's definitely no longer "prime construction season". . . Landscaping work isn't really all that far off from what he'd gotten used to during the summer. You still dig holes. You still fix sidewalks. But you also get to plant things, gather leaves, and tidy up pathways. And when you're hired by the cemetery you additionally get to right the gravestones, monuments and gravemarkers which the more recalcitrant gangs of kids have vandalized, damaged or overturned during the Halloween season and its aftermath. Since those monuments are still made of stone as well -- often quality materials -- Rocky doesn't mind: He gets to meet and work with some pretty rare and interesting rocks! Plus, working long hours in a graveyard gives one a distinct sense of perspective. Reading about other people's lives and thinking about them after they're gone gives you a new way of looking at your own life. And digging holes and repairing monuments certainly offers ample time for thoughts and self-reflection. When Rocky spends time thinking, he likes to have lots of extra time available. Because, well, truth-be-told -- more often than not, he needs the extra time. Rocky pauses, leaning on his shovel and looking about as he catches his breath and mops his brow. A sudden fluttering eruption of panicked birds and squirrels clamors for attention, as does a. . . sudden eruption of. . . ?blue flame? What the? Rocky grips his shovel with both hands and cautiously heads over to investigate. Leaves don't burn blue. Plus, they're too wet to burn well, today. . . so. . . what's burning?

The vantage point of the skies allows Jet to see anything conspicous in the city, and blue flames in the cemetary would count as conspicous. (What is with this city?) He phases out and descends to 'safely' investigate.

Annie isn't so keen to visit dead people. They aren't much fun, are terrible at conversation, and tend to smell. She is lazily flying overhead on her way to trouble, though, when there's a blue blaze below. No need to ask what in the blue blazes, since its totes obvious that the the blue blaze is in the cemetery. Maybe somebody found a back door exit from the bad place?

Wanda decides to duck down behind a headstone big enough and switch uniforms. Doubtful any cameras or anyone nearby would notice the change from human to meta...

Eve finds herself faced with the burning woman. "Hey. So - new hero? Villain? Someone not nearly careful enough with their matches?"

Laura's body contorts and her skin becomes taut as the flames engulf her. After a few moments, she rolls her head...her neck making audible cracking sounds. She looks around, "Must find the killers..."

Unix Moves between grave stones, moving fairly quickly but trying not to damage anything or leave lasting impressions. Moves to 4m away, just withing range she could take actions if need be as she looks over the woman in detail, but isn't taking any physical actions at the moment... except maybe find fencing or something she could use to restrain her if/when it's time.

Amelia starts making her way toward the source of the blue flames. She's calling out loudly, "Lazare! Lazare! Get yourself here."

Eve, Rocky, and Amelia notice Lazare actually appearing out of nowhere behind a mausoleum. Everyone else just sees the results as he steps out from behind the small structure with a bag of popcorn. "This should be good."

Lazare(#2715TOnp)

A young (mid-20s?) Caucasian man dressed in a dark suit that seems to shimmer in various colors as the light hits it from different angles. His necktie is pitch black, however. His hair looks markedly unkempt, like he's just woken up from a nap.

Eve says, "Ok. Well, firstly, finding killers is usually a bad thing, because, you know, they kill. Secondly, do you mean that you intend to kill the killers? Because, you know, that has its own problems." She turns to Lazare. "Hey. This have something to do with you?""

Grimm takes a step forward, hand held up towards Laura to help her, thinking the poor woman is being consumed in flames. Black energy wreathes her protectively. "Hang on, I can..." help? She's not sure how to extinguish the flames. And then the woman's neck snap, crackles, and pops and she starts talking of the killers. This isn't what she thought it was at all. "What's happening to you?" She looks around, then back to the woman.

Amelia shouts over to Lazare, "You have a deal!"

Unix taps her hand on her bicep looking over her. "She's not on fire...." she comments "So you can't put her out..."

Rocky approaches, shovel in hand, prepared to shovel wet dirt onto the fire to extinguish the whatever-it-is that was burning. . . well, that is, until he gets close enough to see the Transformation. Oh. -This- again, thinks Rocky. "Oh. You again . . . " says Rocky. He drops the shovel. There is a noise. A noise. . . as if 7 pounds of popcorn had just exploded a microwave oven. Rocky finishes cracking his knuckles, and the large, round, dusty man with a couple of craggy, rocklike features suddenly and crunchily becomes a large, round, dirty rock with a couple of man-like features. Oh my! It's a Rock Troll !!

Lazare chews on some popcorn, speaking with his mouth full. "Do fwe? I don't haf the gun in hand." (munch, munch)

Amelia shouts again, this time at the arriving heroes, "She's been possessed by a chaos spirit of vengeance. She needs to be contained and restrained but there's a person in there. Take care not to injure the host."

Eve nods. "Got it!" And she runs in to grapple the woman.

Wrath looks around, a bit unfocused. It's a little different than the other times that Wrath has appeared. There's no obvious target in sight, after all.

Amelia looks to Lazare, "Trusting much? I won't give you the gun. I will free your... companion... if you help. You have my word."

Jet maintains his distance of about 60 meters away above the blue flames. As close as he needs to be to see clearly as going on, and no closer than that. No input from Jet yet, as he wants to first observe what is going on. Just hovering and looking from the skies, and still phased out.

Eve throws herself at the woman, attempting a simple hold.

Eve screams in pain. She hasn't been hurt like that since... she's been Eve.

Annie flares out her wings to coast to a soft landing on sandaled feet. "Looking for killers? Lucky you, we're here, and you don't have to look too hard. What kind you looking for? Big ones? Little ones? Calm ones? Crazy ones? Nice ones? Mean ones? Ugly ones? Arid ones? 2D? 3D? 4D?" She waggles fingers at the one that was flaming, then to Amelia and others she recognizes. "Hiya Amels, peoples. How's junk?" Then she spots Lazare. "And who're you?"

Amelia thinks in response to Annie's last question.. oO(A friend. Not my friend. Yours.)

Lazare smiles to Annie, "My dear, I am the Anarch of Chaos. And apparently about to be owed a favor by the Raven here." He tosses his popcorn aside, scattering it over the grass. "Calling ME untrustworthy. Twas but a couple of months ago that I made mine request. And yet...here we are." He shrugs, "Very well. But we warned, mage. Should you break your word, you will not see MY wrath coming." He calls out into the air, "Calmet! I know you are nearby! Come out!"

The sky over Wrath grows darker...and more...red.

Grimm lifts her hand to Laura's head. "I won't let you go just yet," she commands, her voice gaining a reverbing quality as she tries to hold Laura's mind still in fear while the others get ready to restrain her. She looks over to Lazare and groans. "Man, I hate the Lords," she mutters under her breath. Agents of Fate were bad enough. She looks over to Amelia and raises a brow. "You sure you want to be making deals with one of them?"

Black energy wreathes Grimm's hand, and the same dark energy surrounds Laura's head. "She's mentally strong," Gabrielle warns. "I'm not sure that will hold her in place for long."

Amelia sighs as Grimm speaks. Actually if anything she's feeling guilty about using the circumstances to 'blackmail' Lazare. She's simply been too busy to have dealt with the binding of the spirit to the gun up to this point. Because she would do it, free the spirit, anyway. It's the right thing to do.

Unix sees that the woman is being held down, rather than mess up like she did with Annie, she waits, staying within 4m as her back opens up and her scythes come out, poised. She'd wait ready in case she escaped, rather than interfere directly.

Amelia waits to see what Lazare will do.

Grimm takes a moment to process what Lazare hand said. "Oh...shick. Calmet? What's a Lord of Chaos doing -here-?" she says loud enough for the heroes to hear. She looks up to the flaming Laura and holds her breath a moment. "That means...if Calmet imbued this person, they're going to be very hard to contain. Vengeance incarnate is unrelenting. We're probably only containing her because she hasn't completed the Change." That part is a guess. "Soon she'll be focused on one thing. And that's finding whoever those killers she mentioned are, I bet."

Jet follows suit in the waiting. He'd rather observe from his vantage point a bit more instead of interfering with things just yet.

Rocky nods toward Amelia as she shouts instructions, but without making eye contact or making any sudden moves, or, really, doing anything at all that might distract Amelia from what she needs to be doing to start to magick the magic-ness that needs magicking -- However -that- works. . . ?If that's her plan? (It was before . . .) Anyway, Rocky knows his role and it's not with the magicking side of the business at hand. ('Wizzurds' be scary: Obey and Respect is usually the best idea, in Rocky's worldview.) "A'ight. Just like last time then." Rocky thinks. "A'ight. Just like last time then. . . " says Rocky, slowly. Rocky trundles forward to relieve Eve once the mental pain gets too much for her. He knows, firsthand, just how much that hurts. And it's a lot.

The sky continues to darken and turns blood red over the cemetery. Mist starts to rise from Wrath, and it forms into a face, "Anarch, what do you want?" The face is constantly shifting...its features changing. But there's one commonality: It always looks...angry.

Wrath, for her part, is standing completely still. It's unclear if it's due to Grimm's spell or just her state of being. But she's not fighting against Eve's grip at all, aside from the constant burning of soul fire.

Lazare looks up at the manifestation of Calmet, "My Lord Calmet, I would ask a favor of you. These...humans...and trolls...find your gifts to the people of this city to be a problem. I would beseech you to leave this person be."

Calmet looks around at those assembled. "Truly? Those here are not dedicated to vengeance?"

Lazare looks to the heroes to see how they answer.

Unix says, "I stand for life, liberty, justice, and food..."

Amelia steps forward, "My Lord, those here are dedicated to Justice. That is the human form of vengeance. Justice serves much the same purpose, the punishment of the guilty."

Eve keeps hold of the burning woman. She doesn't know how this is going to play out, and doesn't want to take the chance.

Rocky waves cheerily up to the semi-extracted Wrath, as all the magicksnesses get all mistfully manifested and then the chaosness gets all verbalized and duly negotiated. Rocky solicitously offers: "Hey, Wrath how's youse doin? Yeah, prolly still angry, I knowse, just thought I'd ask!" Rocky then turns to Lazare: "Nope. We's not fer vengeance." Rocky also puts a reassuring hand on Eve's shoulder, to let her know she's got backup ready and available if things "go south" she needs to "tag out" in a hurry, so to speak.

Eve doesn't join the conversation. Mostly because she's concentrating on keeping her grip despite the pain.

Grimm sucks on her teeth when asked if they are dedicated to vengeance. Well...not full time! Mostly Grimm is dedicated to justice. Mostly.

Calmet looks at the assembled heroes, scanning over each one. Its anger can be felt like heat coming off of it when under its gaze. (Even if immune to heat normally) After a long moment, "I do not follow orders, Anarch. I go where I am needed. But...I will agree to your request. I sense the truth of what you have said. And the guilty are too far to strike at. For now." And with that...the mist dissipates. The sky turns back to its normal color. And Wrath...starts to transform back into Laura.

Annie lifts up a hand and waggles in in a tilt one way, then the other, and back. "Justice, vengeance. Mostly the same thing. Depends on what kind of mood we're in. Both can be lotts of fun."

Amelia turns to Lazare, "How long has your friend been bound in the gun, Lazare?" she asks.

Eve keeps hold of Laura until it's clear she's in control of herself.

Unix taps her bicep again, seeing the girl return to normal and slowly her scythes return to her back disappearing from view. Looking to Eve. "Need some healing? You look like you're hurting a little..."

Jet declines to join the conversation. Again. Perhaps to be expected of him at this point. Besides, there is already enough going on right now without Jet doing anything.

Lazare looks to Amelia, "Years."

Eve shakes her head. "I'll be fine, soon. Don't worry about me."

Laura is left in Eve's arms after the flames disappear. She's sobbing quietly.

Lazare thinks about it, "I believe it is at least five years. To you and me. To her...perhaps much longer."

Eve keeps hold of Laura. Because it seems she needs it.

Amelia nods, "Then let Calmet refrain from unleashing Wrath for that period of time." she says. "I shall return within five minutes with your companion." she then promises Lazare, opening a gate but not passing through until she's heard Lazare's reply.

Grimm looks to the woman crying, her expression surprisingly compassionate and sympathetic. She has a soft spot for innocents caught up in mystical and arcane. "You're going to be alright, miss," she says softly. "You're safe now."

She looks back to Amelia, her eyes settling on Lazare after. The compassion disappears from her face to one of skepticism. "Amelia, you're seriously doing this?" she asks with that same note of disbelief as before. Her belief that this is a bad idea is evident.

Lazare shrugs, "Calmet is a Lord of Chaos. One of my bosses. I can't order him to do so. I can keep him pointed elsewhere for that time, I think."

"What are you doing, anyhow, Mel-nevermind," Annie starts to ask, but then Amelia flushes herself down the portal potty. So, instead, she looks back to the guy with the colorful tie. "Friend? Gun? What's all that junk about?"

Amelia nods, "Yes. I am, Grimm. This is not a demon or devil or dark spirit we're discussing. She is a spirit of chaos, bound in a material onject. Trapped, imprisoned, confined. I've been there. I know that that is like." she says, and steps through the gate.

Lazare grins and says to Annie, "You were not put on this Earth to 'Get it', Mr. Burton."

"A spirit of chaos isn't much better than any of those!" Grimm shouts through the gate, even if it's shut. She rolls her eyes and looks to Annie. "Aaaaand she just made Wrath someone else's problem, didn't she?" she mutters with a sigh, resting her hands on her hips.

Lazare walks around Annie, "Seriously, though...there once was a mage...let's call him...Harley. He took someone I love. And kept them sealed in an object. A gun."

Rocky kneels down next to Laura and Eve. To Laura, he ask: "Can youse tells us who's you were mad at? Iz 'mportant. IF youse can tell us the whole story, mebbe we can help. We done before, with the last time . . . "

Grimm tilts her head to Lazare at the mention of Harley. "Huh. Funny story. So does that mean...you were the one who took the person Harley loved?" she asks Lazare as she rubs her chin. She'd never seen Harlequin get that drunk at the Inn before when it happened.

Annie quirks another brow as she turns slowly in place, watching Lazare circle, then narrows her eyes. "We're gonna guess you totes kicked his ass all over the place, but then couldn't figure out how to crack the seal... so now you want Amels' help breaking it wide open?"

Laura looks to Eve, "Thank you. I needed that." She wipes her eyes and she looks up at Rocky, "My husband, may he rest in peace, was a...supervillain. He was murdered. And I think his former...associates want me dead. For some reason."

Lazare shakes his head, "I wish I had realized exactly what had happened. You see...Harley found this 'demon-possessed gun' and he squirreled it away in an other-dimensional space, where I could not find it. I only found out a few weeks ago."

Grimm smiles darkly as she slips her hand into her pockets. "Ohhh. His little hidey hole," she murmurs knowingly. "He keeps all his junk there."

Meanwhile, off stage, Amelia makes her way to Sasha's bedroom and hidden safe. Removing the warped pistol she transfers the spirit from the gun into a stone talisman and starts returning to the cemetery through the gate, which she left open.

Lazare grins, and holds his arms out, palm up. "If the Raven had been unwilling to assist me, the next step would have been a rescue mission. Lamentations of the women. Enemies driven before you. Etcetera. Etcetera."

Eve says, "Well - you know this city is full of heroes, right? I'm sure they can protect you - and find the people who are after you. Let them help you. Tell them what you know."

Rocky listens to Laura's story. He turns, ponderously, and gently wipes much of the accumulated dust and grime off of the nearest gravestone. "This 'him then?" he asks Laura. Rocky bows his head respectfully, in honor of the dead, in either case.

Unix walks away from the group, when out of sight she resume being Wanda who she had been before, not seeing a reason to hang around. Also doesn't seem to have been useful.

Laura nods to Eve, "Someone tried to mind control me into jumping off a tower. I was saved by heroes. Including you, I think." She points to Rocky. "Yes, that's his grave. He was killed by a former teammate of his. A shapeshifting android, from what I read. The thing is up on Tranquility now."

Jet thinks. o O (I'm missing a lot of the big picture here. I'll keep listening though. Perhaps I can get some more pieces of this grand puzzle? It's probably the best way someone new to this city can learn all about what is going on, and what they should do.)

Eve thinks. o O (They killed him? Then it's probably connected.... place to start.)

"Yes, yes," Gabrielle murmurs at Lazare's rescue plans. "I'm still surprised "The Raven"," she says Amelia's title with air quotes and irreverent tone, "would traffic with your sort. Actually, maybe I shouldn't be. She was always the compromising sort." Of course, Grimm and Amelia have had their differences on how to deal with evil threats. Gabrielle being the less forgiving of the two. Which is why the dark detective is avoiding saying the "V" word anywhere near Calmet.

She looks over to Laura, then the gravestone. "Your husband must've done something that made them want to punish him even after he passed. Who else was part of his old gang?"

Lazare grins and takes a closer look at Grimm, "Are you friends with the Cartesian? You seem to have a lot in common. Like uh..." He purses his lips. "...oh yes. A lack of compromise."

Annie ahs and nods. "But Amels is helpful like that. Could've been alot for fun with the lamenting and driving, though." She rolls her shoulders with a rippling of flesh. "Oh, well. If your boss gets border, have him look us up. Sounds like a funwad to me." Since Amelia's got this, looks like there's nothing exciting here anymore, so she turns to step off.

Rocky nods to Laura: "Yuss. Wuz me what caught you falling. *nods* S'right. Did them mentali, menta- . . . erm, brains-hijackers, were they more than one of 'em? Cuz we's a caught the one . . . " Oh. And a shapeshifting android? Rocky watches the (only) shapeshifting android he knows quietly slipping away in the background. um, Unix? Wh. . . . ?

Laura says to Grimm, "There were three others, though their leader already died. I think the leader's wife is a sorceress named...Amaryllis? And there was another guy named Jaeger?"

Wanda resumes once more looking over graves... so many graves...

Grimm glances to Lazare and flashes a grin. "I ran into him once," she says, remembering the previous Carestian. But she's hardly gotten to know the new bearer of the title. "Maybe I should look him up. We could do coffee, do a little justice," she waves her finger in the air with a twirl. "But I'm not the most friendly with the lords of Order. I get the feeling they're probably tight with Fate," she says, emphasis on the capital F for Fate, like it were an entity or a division of Order. "I don't make deals. I take care of my own business." Gabrielle may just not have been made an offer sweet enough to compromise on, though. She talks a big game.

Amelia steps back into the cemetery through the gate. Those with suitable senses can tell she's carrying a bound spirit with her. In a talisman held in her hand. "Lazare. As promised. I can release her whenever your ready. I assumed you wanted to be on hand when it happened."

Eve says, "Amaryllis, Jaeger. Got it. Now, how about you? You should stay somewhere safe, somewhere they can't get to you...."

Rocky, to Laura: "Well, thas real good to know! I's try 'n help youse 'gain, and, we see iffen someofem other can too. You migh' need a good safe place t' stay, seein as they still more of 'em villains out dere. Which caighn't be my house, on account of I lives in Harrisburg. An my house got no doors, or winders neither. "UNIX!" Rocky calls out: "Youse still 'round here?"

Laura nods to Eve and Rocky, "I...could stay in a hotel for a little while, I guess?"

"Amaryllis? Last I heard, she remarried. I'm sure it was quite the ceremony, considering she married another spellcaster. Those sort of affairs are soooo magical," Gabrielle chuckles softly to herself. "Damocles is a lucky man, I guess."

Wanda looks up seeing Rocky calling out. Giving a sigh she walks back between graves, switching back to Unix in a moment of total loss of LOS with others. "What is it?"

Lazare nods to Amelia, "Thank you." He smiles upon seeing the talisman, "She will likely be...very angry when released. May I suggest that you let me do so alone, to make sure no one else gets hurt?"

"Amaryllis? The one who was married to Damocles? I'm sure it was quite the ceremony, considering she married another spellcaster. Those sort of affairs are soooo magical," Gabrielle mutters. "Damocles was a lucky man, I guess. Y'know, before he...KCCccttttch!" she makes a sound and runs a finger across her throat.

Jet descends a bit. He wonders what is going to happen with the talisman thing, or why Rocky wanted Unix.

Unix quickly returns close to where Rocky is seeing him calling out to her. "I'm still here. What do you need? Oh, as long as i'm here. Does the name Dorian Perrault mean anything to anyone?"

Amelia nods and hands the talisman to Lazare. "Just snap the stone in half. She'll be released." she tells him. Then smiles, "I hope you'll find happiness together." she adds.

Grimm looks over to Unix. "The boss? Yeah, he's the Commander of Starguard Gamma," she answers. She raises a hand and snaps her fingers. From foot to neck, her clothes transform into her monochromatic Starguard uniform.

Rocky gets his thoughts in order, in order to respond to Unix. He has two thoughts. Always tricky, when that happens. He thinks carefully about which thought to put on top of the other thought. Eventually, he decides. "Hey, Unix. Good to see ya, glad you aighn't leftus yet. Okies: First, wos youse can find out 'bout shapeshiftin' Android what killed this man? (( points to gravestone )) Like, when / how they got made? And if they's got friends or others similar? Second, Laura here's needin' a safe place to hide from 'em, on account of dey wants kill hers. Any idears there?"

Unix says, "Hmmmm... Give me a moment." Looks at the gravestone getting the name and doing a lookup similar to when she did for Dorian. "I comment about Dorian because i came across his supposed gravestone..."

Lazare nods to Amelia and smiles. "Thank you. And if you will all excuse me, without further ado..." He steps back around the mausoleum he had originally appeared from. And he disappears.

"Oh yeah, his gravestone. Forgot it was in this place," Gabrielle comments as she runs her fingers through her hair to toss her dark locks over her shoulder and out of her face. "That's...a long story. And I think it's Dorian's to tell."

Eve says, "Don't know if they'd be willing to help, but maybe the Undermoon Embassy? I mean, their princess is Lorelei, and she used to be a superhero. And it's pretty secure..."

Grimm slips her hands back into her pockets. "Starguard could probably take you into protective custody, too," she offers to Laura directly.

"Easiest way to stop people wanting to kill you," Annie points out the obvious to Laura, Rocky, and company with a wink as she unfurls her wings, "Kill them first!" Then a hop and pump of wings put her airborne again.

Jet figures he'll forget about all this information. So he talks out his notepad and starts taking notes about everything. Hopefully it doesn't look too disrespectful to do so.

Amelia has to smile, "Hi, Annie. Nice to have seen you." she says, waving.

Laura nods at the suggestions, "Who should I talk to first?"

Rocky watches the departing Annie(s). "No." he says, slowly, in response to Annie's flippant departing suggestion of preemptive multiple - homicide. Rocky watches her leave and then trundles over and closes the mausoleum's wrought iron door, patting it grate-fully in the wake of Lazare's departure therein. Good 'ole iron. Such a solid and reliable ore. Happy. Rocky digs through his satchel for a stripe of that yellow "DANGER: Construction area, do not enter" tape and unwinds and stretches it out into a rectangle around the outside of the structure at a distance of 3-5m from the building and a height of about 1m. No sense having anyone wander too close to -them- while they're doing. . . whatever. . . in there. He'll take it down in a couple of days, assuming the building is not, say, consumed by blue fire in the mean-time. Caution.

Eve says, "Starguard, probably. If just because - well. Earth organisations will be more familiar to you."

Grimm studies Laura for a moment. "Undermoon's another dimension. So you'd be pretty far from home. But also the people after you. I don't deal with the Fae on principle, personally. Starguard's a military organization, dealing with metahumans and extraterrestrial threats. Mostly extraterrestrial. Then there's the CBPD metahuman unit. They more superhuman specialists. So...who you want to talk to depends on how far you want to run."

Amelia nods to Grimm, "Usually I'd suggest hiding on an alternate Earth. But with mages involved that may not be as secure as normal. Something to consider in regard to the Fae Embassy. Although the Fae know how to deal with mages."

Eve says, "Which Starguard may not so much.... There's something to be said both ways."

Rocky asks Laura: "Wos -youse- wanna do? Y' understand the options we gots thought up so fars, lestaways?"

"And Jaeger is a wild card. Not a mage, from what I know," Gabrielle adds as she folds one hand over her chest, the other rubbing her chin in thought. She shrugs indifferently at some conclusion in her head.

Laura thinks about it, "I think I'll ask at Starguard. The commander there seems nice, from what I've seen."

Rocky nods to Laura: "Okies. We's can all walk wi' youse ovar dere, juss to be on the safe side. An' some of us knowd them what is in charge too, which'll help. Prolly."