Log:Spirit - Silver Rose, Scene 1

Spirit - Silver Rose 2005/09/23 	 Spirit Silver Rose

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Spirit comes in from outside, and goes to speak to the appropriate people to get access to the prisoners.

A bored looking officer glances up from the newspaper as he sits behind his desk at the entrance. He folds over his paper and in a monotone voice asks, "Reason for visit?"

Spirit nods, "I'd like to question a couple of prisoners. There may be links to an ongoing investigation. Specifically, the 'Tuxes' from the Tophats, and Silver Rose."

The guard nods, "Jerry is in cell 1, Lewis in 2, Rose in 3. Careful with 3, the door is kept at significantly below zero temperatures. Go right in." The guard goes back to reading his paper.

Spirit heads in to speak to Jerry first.

The Tux is lying on his cart. Bright yellow devices have been attached to his hands and feet, over the powergloves and boots he had worn before, giving him an oddly comical appearance. Jerry occasionally mumbles thins like, 'You can't hold us forever, coppers' and 'This city will be ours soon.'

Spirit looks at Jerry. "The city will be yours soon, huh?"

Jerry glances up at the glowing man visible through the bars on the door, "Oh. You. Guess its true what they say then. Starguard's all washed up if Barricade couldn't even bother dragging his sorry ass up here."

Spirit shakes his head, "This isn't Starguard business. You're no alien."

Spirit says, "I need to ask you some questions, regarding your gang's recent activities."

Jerry sniffs disdainfully, "Yeah. Right. You and every other petty would-be superhero in the city. Go dunk your head, stooge. You ain't the law. You ain't even got anyting I want."

Spirit pauses, "Jerry. Do you know why they call me Spirit?" He lets his form shift briefly into that of Jerry, and then back to the glowing form. "I'm a spirit of vengeance, come back from the grave." His voice is even...not raising at all. "I suggest that you answer the questions, otherwise, something bad might happen to your soul."

Jerry pauses, his eyes narrowing a minute as he regards spirit, then he regains his composure, "Yeah. Right. And I'm the second coming. Give it up big guy, I'm not going to spill anything. All they got on me is the word of the last Starguard super in the city, and the press have been having a field day with Starguard corruption and incompetence. Won't be hard to convince a jury that he fired first."

Spirit chuckles quietly. "Let me take a closer look at your soul." He stares at Jerry, and then his form changes to match...but with hands and feet, like a normal person. "Ah yes...there it is. You've told me enough already. I hope your employer is forgiving."

Jerry gasps, "Hey! You can't do that! I got my rights. They'd kill me if they thought I'd blabbed!"

Spirit tilts his head. "You could come clean to the authorities. That would cleanse your soul. And they can protect you."

Jerry lets loose a rueful laugh, "Yeah. Right. You think the cops could stop the Big Boss if he knew I blabbed? Juiced up thugs could tear this place apart. The other tuxes could strangle me from blocks away soon as I walked out of here. Who knows what they might have tucked into his hardware when it was molecularly grafted to my skin . . . ."

Spirit continues talking to him as 'Jerry'. "It's your choice. I'll see if your friend is any smarter. I bet his soul is cleaner, too. Not as tasty. I'll be seeing you later, Jerry."

As Spirit goes to move to the next cell, he hears a soft murmur coming from Silver Rose's cell. Lewis is huddled in one corner of his cell, obviously listening, his eyes wide with fright.

Spirit still looks like 'Jerry'. "Lewis, is it? Are you smarter than your friend next door?"

Spirit thinks. o O (This is cool...I never thought of doing this before. It's so easy to scare these guys. Maybe I can use this to my advantage in the future...use it like a 'theme'.)

Lewis stares as Jerry appears. Then he leaps up and rushes to the bars, grabbing hold of them in both hands, "Jerry, You gotta let me out of here. Vampires! Vampires are taking over the tuxes. I thought it was just that zombie-juice they were pumping into the expendables. But that's just a cover, see, for whats really happening! They're after the big boss. They want to turn all of us into the living dead."

'Jerry' furrows his brow. "What are you talking about?"

Lewis glances around nervously, then replies, "Rose was telling me about what she found out. There never was any real Wolfguard assassins in the city. They were fakes. They were actually vampires. Those trainers who died - they didn't die, they were turned! No bodies, man. No bodies. They were just trying to get close to the big boss by pretending to be Wolfguard assassins. Wanted to trick him into thinking he could use them for a job or something!"

'Jerry' nods. "I'll let him know. But...I have blank spots in my memory. What's this about zombie juice?" He speaks quietly enough to try to keep the real Jerry from hearing.

Lewis frowned, "Can't talk about that in here. Cops probably has this place all wired. Sides, I've been stuck in here just as long as you have. I don't know if they've finished the new factory yet any more than you do much less if they finally had to off that incompetent Harvey. Bloody idiot. Letting a shipment getten taken right off him like that. I don't care who his father is, that was some serious messed up shit."

From the neighboring cell, Jerry yells out, "Shut up, Lewis. He's a bloody fake."

'Jerry' shakes his head, "I'm no fake. I'm Jerry's soul, separated from his body. The man in the next cell doesn't have his soul anymore. For the time being. I do know though...that Harvey is dead."

Lewis huddles back on his cot, "Oh hell. First vampires. Now ghosts. Rose was right. This whole damn city is being taken over by the undead."

Spirit figures he won't get anything else. Lewis is too scared. He steps back toward Jerry's cell, and says, "I'll return your soul now. If you don't feel any different, I'd suggest prayer." With that, he changes back to the glowing form.

Jerry nervously rejoins, "Holograms or something. I ain't no fool."

Spirit tilts his head, looking at Jerry, "Then again...if you don't believe in souls...there's nothing to fear, right? Sleep well."

Spirit walks over to Silver Rose's cell, to speak to her. Eleven had commented on her beauty, so he's curious.

A beautiful woman, seemingly made from solid silver, is lying on a shallow impression in the floor, quietly talking to the wall between her cell and Lewis's. Even her hair seems to be made of finely detailed shining metal. Her clothing looks to be a conservative business suit. She idly remarks as Spirit swings into view, "Can't keep me here forever, Supe. I've got friends. I got talents. There isn't a prison made that can hold me for long."

Spirit nods, "I'm sure. Who is it that you're working for?"

Silver Rose shrugs beautifully, "Anonymous source."

Spirit nods, "So...not so confident that you'll escape that you'll talk in a fit of megalomania. Probably for the best.

Silver Rose chuckles softly, "I've spent years helping folks with Wolfguard trouble. I'm not some babe in the woods scared off by some glowing bobby who lost his cap."

Spirit chuckles, "But you ARE mistaken about a lot of things. As was evidenced by the news."

Silver Rose shrugs, "Says you. I know the shakedown routine. Cops lie like a dog to try you into blabbing something you shouldn't. Hey, if you want to ignore vampires in your city, go right ahead."

Spirit chuckles, "I ignore nothing. I have been keeping tabs on the vampires in this city for a while. But the infiltration is not as widespread as you think."

Silver Rose waves a hand, "Sure go ahead. Explain away missing bodies. Its your funeral."

Spirit laughs. "It's clear you know less than nothing about those killings. I won't learn anything from you about that. How about the Frost killing, though...know anything about that?"

Silver Rose shrugs, "Only that he had several ribs cracked by a Wolfguard energy whip before he was stabbed in the spine by a clasher knife."

Spirit says, "And...how do you know which weapons were used?"

Spirit says, "And in which order?"

Rose shrugs, "Got a copy of the police autopsy."

Spirit nods. "So, you're here just to look into the Wolfguard connection? Or lack thereof?"

Rose raises one brow, "Just here to take care of that pair of vampiric assassins before they offed some petty vigilante named Eleven. Someone thought him causing trouble for the Triads was a good thing."

Spirit nods to himself. "Apparently. Well, good luck finding your vampiric assassins."

Spirit says, "I have learned enough for the moment. Thank you for your time."

Rose shrugs, "Well, the city's on its own now while I'm locked in here."

Spirit shakes his head, "No, I will make sure Eleven is safe from those assassins." He chuckles, "Don't worry about that." With that, he heads out.