Log:Demon Bikers 1

Guilt Complex 2013/08/08 	 Liam Fox Regan Malcolm Vicki Kibin

16

Champions Mush - Thursday, August 08, 2013, 9:43 PM

As if from a Japanese period piece or possibly nature documentary the scene is one of a waterfall high in the mountains. Coniferous trees surround the small hidden valley as water cascades from the clifftop, crashing onto rocks beneath and forming a deep plunge pool. A small stream forms at the far end of the pool running away into the surrounding forest while a hokura stands at the side of the pool with a small offering of rice and sake placed before it.

Fox's eyes open, quizzical expression coming over her. "No," she says, simply. "Just...comvy." She gazes upward, then her attention changes to feature Porter, propping herself up into sitting.

Liam steps in the door to what is becoming command central for Regan's little team and looks about.

The tall man grins at Fox and shrugs. "Po-tay-to, po-tah-to," enigmatically replies Malcolm as he glances over at the arriving Liam. "Evening."

Regan looks to the entryway as the door glides open and greets Laim with an inclination of her head. "Good evening Doctor Reynard, how are you?" Then to Forger. "You say po-tay-to, I say fries with cheese."

 Aha! I see you! All walking in where everyone else can see you and stuff.

"Or the life's blood of the universe... otherwise known as coffee." remarks Vicki as she strolls in behind Liam. She lifts her cup. See, she has had maybe 4 hours of sleep per night for a few nights. She looks a bit worn out but she refuses to quit here. She angles for a corner of the room where she starts back with her blueboard (whiteboard made of blue light) where she's tracking details of her investigation. "Still need to go visit that biker gang." she mutters to herself.

You pemit " Would you prefer something more spectacular?" to Fox.

Porter rethinks his straightening up and now decides to sit. Since it's comfy. He drops onto the virtual grass next to Fox. Then he has to rearrange and fight with his jacket to get to the pocket. Porter should've reached into it before sitting. He does eventually pull out something that he holds up and to Fox: a modest necklace made of braided cord in several colors. Hanging from the middle is a medallion in the shape of a, well, a fox.

Vicki is in turn acknowledged by a nod from Regan. Hey Vicki." On checking over her PDA the image analysis of the security camera footage is complete and the computer has a result.

 But then there would be no challenge at all in noticing you entered the room by the primary entrance.

"I'll have to dig a couple of bikes out of storage then," comments Malcolm to Vicki. The tall man smiles and waves in her direction, nodding a hello to Liam in case he forgot to wave. Accursed train and his short-term memory. "Actually, I'd say sweet puh-tat-uh pie, if we're getting technical, Regan."

Liam smiles to see everyone relaxing for once instead of ... other worries. He smiles and nods to the crowd. "Good evening."

Relaxing.. yeah, that's the opposite of what Vicki is doing. See, this is how she worked when she was a cop. She'd binge work until she finished an investigation, to pretty much the exclusion of all else. Food became.. coffee. Sleep became... coffee. She twitches a finger and zooms her image in on a tattoo and then loads up a rap sheet with a matching Tattoo. "Hello... where do -you- live?" she asks the picture as she looks for the address on file.

"Not...sweep," Fox clarifies for Malcolm. "Many...speaking." She looks up at Porter, the curious wrestling match that occurs within the jacket, and then at the necklace which seems to have been personalized, to herself. Aware in some manner that it is intended for her, she shifts her weight to one arm and uses the other to retrieve the decorative piece, smiling at it. Genuinely smiling, too.

 You seem to be in one of those good moods I hear so much about! Yay!

 nobody died today. Lately, that alone is enough.

Liam walks up behind Vicki and says lightly over her shoulder "No rest for the wicked?"

 The word wicked seems like it should involve candles. So people who wear candles are evil, if you go by that.

 Con men rely on those kinds of misconceptions"

 Candled people being evil is a con man thing?

Porter is sitting in a mostly relaxed position and isn't worrying. Not after Fox takes the piece and smiling. "I hoped you'd like it." All the smiles makes that mostly a statement instead of a question.

"Great. Delusions of grandeur." mutters Vicki as she shakes her head and reads the file. "The Saint... aka Sebastian Templar. Not Simon? I'm almost insulted. Wonder what his name was originally though." she adds before looking down the file. She hears Liam's words and remarks, "I'll rest when the victims are safely recovered." Then back to the file, "Hrm... Furies. South Carolina... clubhouse. Walterboro.." she remarks, loading the address on the 2063 version of Google Earth.

Regan smiles to Forge. "I don't know about sweet potato pie, I very much like fruit cake though that seems to be something American's in general treat as though its nuclear waste." She turns her attention to Vicki. "You have a lead?"

[To Sapphire Shield] Liam says, "What is the significance of the tattoo?"

"It's not nuclear waste. It's what we build tenement houses out of," explains Malcolm to Regan. He grins broadly before looking over at Vicki, one eyebrow quirking upward. "The Furies? Hm. Interesting name for a club," he comments absently, starting to stroll toward Vicki, Liam, and Vicki's searchboard.

 non-candled evil being a con man thing

Fox manages to don the necklace of Porters, getting it past her ears with a little nudge on one side, a tilt of her head for the other. She draws back her hair from it, letting it rest 'round her neck and on her chest.

 So I managed to blunder on something that's an actual thing rather than just weird thoughts?

 It has been known to happen

Porter watches Fox put on the necklace and then tilts his head some as he hmms. Maybe he's just trying to figure out if he picked the right colors? Accesorizing with fur is important, afterall.

[To Sapphire Shield] Liam says, "Where exactly did you find this? caballistic demon tattoos are not exactly common."

With the white fur, the necklace seems to go with it. It is difficult to not go with white. Fox adjusts its exact position on her to be more symmetrical than it had naturally fallen to being. SHe gets a quirky expression then, looking first at Liam, then Porter.

 What? Oh. That's not your brain. Must be... his! This might get confusing at first.

"It's a motorcycle gang. The gang that stole the van in Tampa. This is the one who leads them, and that is their gang hangout." says Vicki as she gestures to the map that is zooming in. "They call themselves the Furies."

Liam says, "Are you familiar with cabalistic Qelippots?"

"Not at all," deadpans Malcolm to Liam.

Eyeing Liam, Vicki raises a brow. She pauses and then says, "Gesundheit."

Liam says, "Quelippots are types of evil. The literal meaning is something like husk or shell - that which encases and hides divinity."

Porter looks back at Fox with a sheepish shrug and he reaches up to his shirt collar. His fingers pull out a familiar looking fox medallion attached to a braided cord around his neck. He can accessorize, too, even without the white fur.

"So. Good chance there's something more than meets the eye to the biker club with a mythological name and whose leader has this kind of tat?" offers Malcolm, arching an eyebrow inquisitively.

"This sounds like it's time for a road trip. I think I would very much like to speak with this Templar myself." murmurs Vicki as she turns to regard the others. "Anyone else as interested as I am?" she asks.

Helpfully, Malcolm raises his hand.

Regan nods. "I would love to, but I have to meet with my parole officer for my weekly meeting."

Liam says, "that exact tattoo is Catharial, they are an order of demons, the broken or Fearful Light of God, they are part of the Thamiel, the duality of God, the duality of that which is perfect only in unity."

Internal cringe. Vicki nods to Regan. "Don't want you to miss that. Plus, you need permission to cross state lines eh? If I still had my badge, I could just tell your PO that I was escorting you too." She shakes her head a bit and then looks to the others.

"I'm in," comments Malcolm to Vicki. He glances at Regan and then back at Vicki, "I imagine Star Guard could probably vouch with her PO too, right?"

Liam sighs and nods. "Me too. You lot might be durable, but this is a bit closer to my specialty."

Some vague question about volunteers finally reaches Porter's brain. He blinks and looks up. "Huh?"

Kibin slips in idly, sipping on coffee through a straw. Mmm, coffee! He blinks in surprise at the large gathered crowd here, waving idly to the large collection here.

Liam smiles at Kibin when he arrives. "Just what we need to fight both bikers and demons: a miniature t-rex."

"Very well then." offers Vicki as she gestures outside. "I can transport anyone who needs a lift. We will be moving quite fast." she offers as she starts for the door, her (blue) whiteboard dissipating and what looks like a bunch of chairs with a blue bubble canopy around it appears... writ-small. "More like a Raptor, but sure." she says as she eyes Kibin.

"I thought T-Rexes were for fighting zombies and Nazis?" asks Malcolm. He strolls along after Vicki, offering a smile and a wave to Regan in passing as he heads for the indicated bubble of blue.

 That's actually a deinonychus. Some movie way back before the time of internet made the mistake of labeling that species velociraptor.

 Apparently I know a lot about animals.

Kibin frowns at Liam, looking unimpressed, and a little bit annoyed. "At least most people get it right." He then turns towards Vicki, asking, "So where you're going?" Curious raptor is curious, as he briefly looks over at the blue... thing Vicki makes. Neat.

Liam says, "Um, I can get us there faster"

"Oh? Faster?" asks Vicki. Which is odd, since Laim has no idea how fast she can go. "Color me curious." she remarks as she stops there, small canopied seat spinning slowly over her right hand.

Liam says, "Where, exactly, is the destination?"

Kibin considers, before asking, "Do you need help? I was just going to do a workout, but if you're going someplace useful, that works too for a workout."