T - Greenie, Vyn, Bee

[Bee]

He looked over at the owlbeast, appraising. For some reason it presumed there was a "we" involved. Beraht wanted to duck into a lavatory and transform into something with hands. Difficult to pull off when there was something tagging along. Bound to find the shift of a snake into something else highly suspicious. It spoke in somewhat familiar tones, however, stepped into his space in a way that made him want to punt the thing out a window. If only he had feet. Had he met the owl somehow? In the part of the day he couldn't recall?

"On a stroll," he said, serpentine eyes still fixed on the white thing. "We have met?" He began to slither out. Let the thing follow and talk if it wanted. If what it had to say proved unsatisfactory, there was plenty of opportunity between here and the police station to lose it.

[Greenie]

Pascha was not inclined to believe in things he did not see, such as Jokers, but he had definitely see the man change, despite his nonchalant attempt to pretend he had no idea who Pascha was. Was this some sort of ruse to convince Pascha to leave, or had the spell convinced him he didn't know who Pascha was, either? It was hard to say.

"I'm on my way to the police station," He pulled out of his rear, for lack of a better destination. That was a safe place to go, right? Right. "And yes, we've met before... Don't you remember?" He replied innocently, morbidly wishing to test the man's creativity in coming up with an explanation he didn't actually have a memory of. Or perhaps he'd lie, and Pascha would have to get offended. Magic did create such interesting scenarios.

[Nathalia]

((The Police station is a wreck!
Empty, things turned on their heads, the windows on the side and roof sucked inward somehow, and the whole front area covered in rotten slime and blood...
What happened here?!?

Best inspect the place a bit...))


~Nathalia

[Bee]

"No," he said, flatly. Considered that the owlbeast might be taunting him, responsible for his lack of memory about the day. Also was incidentally---perhaps--heading to the same place he was. Possible he had overheard conversation with rat man. "Suggest you it explain to me."

But all of it ceased to matter at the police station. Devastated. Caved in and befouled, he could could smell the blood, the blood and some other wretched alien odor that must have belonged to the slime. He stiffened at the sight, hissed. If Sorcha were in there somewhere, heads were going to roll. He slithered forward, remembered that there was one transformation he could do that was not suspicious at all, and morphed the snakebody into a bipedal form. Door was loose on its hinges and fell in when he grabbed the handle.

Inside was a mess. Overturned desks, broken glass, smashed chairs. No sign of life. He looked over his shoulder. "Look for people," he ordered the owl. By people he meant Sorcha. Though with the place in this condition it might be better if she were still missing. He kicked around desks, opened doors to small offices. No sign, no sign. Just broken lamps and tipped coffee cups, pictures and papers. Useless.

[Greenie]

Suggest you it explain it to me? Pascha gave him an odd look. What a strange syntax. That couldn't possibly be a dialect thing - he'd never heard of a realm flipping syntax! "You followed me to the bar," He replied vaguely, not wishing to get into the whole 'you started a massive fight that I made you forget' half of the incident.

When they hit the police station, he stared right along with him. Hadn't the rat said they'd find their answers here? All that lied here was mystery and one hell of a mess to clean up. Look for people, was commanded to him, and he arched an eyebrow for a moment before shrugging. Look for interesting things to snatch was more akin to what he was actually going to do, and if he found people along the way, that sounded like a bonus!

The owl began kicking broken halves of chairs aside, brushing splintered pieces around and lifting up large unidentifiable objects in search of anything worth finding. He happened upon what he'd thought looked like a shattered piece of someone's arm - well, previous arm - and smirked when he realized it was just a former little statue of some kind, the sort of thing papershifters displayed on their desks. "Hmmmmm.." He hawwed loudly, "This is the color of bone," He remarked offhandedly, then shrugged and tossed it over his shoulder toward Beraht, as if disinterested.

[Bee]

Beraht caught it in one hand.

Looked it over.

Crushed it and dropped it.

"You are not amusing," he said. Had no idea why he would follow that thing to a pub--unless it had seen something or knew something, things that were important. But what? Must have been lying. Probably that owlbeast had followed him to a pub. It seemed a strange creature. Wondered how it got along in the world. How it had lived this long. Its behavior seemed counterproductive to existence. But it raised the question of what had piqued its interest in him. Could not possibly have slipped up. Could he have?

Shook his head. Important thing right now was looking for a sign of Sorcha. Or, broadly, anyone. He picked up a bloodied police baton. Turned it over in his hands. Some kind of struggle, maybe, which everyone here had lost. Troubling. Deeply.

[Nathalia]

((The Police station yields nothing but that horrible odor, some items of little use, and discarded clothing.
That said, Beraht is able to find Sorcha's desk and her Copper belongings in the station. They look as though they have been rifled through and he can smell Cat on them.
Some Feline has been rifling through his Sorcha's desk!
Something under his claws suddenly hits him with magical backlash, causing his sense to reel and go blank for half a minute as they settle in. Something Sorcha had confiscated from someone just decided to grant its power to him, though if he digs through the desk, he won't find anything...maybe it dissolved?))

Sensory Ability: He is now able to, at will determine Realm, Suit, and Rank from a scent he inhales. The only way this baffles him, is if it is a Joker, wherein it will give his brain three random choices instead, and the Joker's home Realm out of its inability to know how to process Joker.
Seeing as he is one, however, and the spell does this when it scents him...he is intelligent enough to know what that must mean, I'm sure...

((The Admin will need each Dealer to choose a number between 1 and 30.
You are all attempting to spot something.
A number has already been chosen for each character and we're seeing how close you can get to it, so choosing all 30's or all 1's may not do you any good at all; higher does not necessarily mean better for every person.
Good luck.))



~Nathalia

[Greenie]

Pascha snickered anyways, his feathers ruffling merrily. "On the contrary.." He mumbled gaily, content to annoy his 'companion' at whatever level for the moment. He rifled through all of the items near him, then went on to other piles of rubbish and ruined desks and police things he didn't even bother to attempt to understand.

He glanced over when the snake seemed to get hit in the face with something, but quickly shrugged it off. He wasn't bleeding - maybe some dust flew up and smacked him a good one. Pascha couldn't admit to caring much either way, concerned more with his own skin as he was, so it hardly mattered.

He overturned a few more desks, kicked at some more splinters and finally found a nice large and almost sturdy box to perch his bum on and peer about for something that was moderately more interesting than the rest of the room.

((Greenie picks... ... 17!))

[Bee]

Decided not to respond to the bird for the moment. Its existence was impossible to process on a frame by frame basis. Instead he finally found Sorcha's own desk. Her things looked particularly tampered with. Some wretched scent pervaded them. Feline. He inspected the desk and its contents carefully, trying to pick up some kind of clue. Couldn't very well go about killing all the felines in the city in the hope that one of them was the thing that might have done something with her.

Actually. Could very well do that. Time-consuming, however. In the current state of the capitol it might also be very difficult to find many felines to summarily execute anyway.

Wasn't even fully aware of what he had grabbed, plucked from the drawer. He was barely in the process of fully bringing it out when it burst. For an instant everything whited out; teleported to a different plane where none of his internal processes connected to an outside reality. Then he was himself again. Grounded, with some new magic twitching in the back of his head. He looked down in his palm but nothing was there; he looked feverishly around the room to see if something had escaped.

[I'll roll a two. He was my favorite Cylon.]

[Nathalia]

((Both of them suddenly feel as though they are being watched.
Gazing out the window allows them a very slight glimpse of something out in the trees behind the Police Station...



Pascha doesn't see it at first, until something seems to fade into view, very difficult to tell from the tree it is half behind.
Berhat is able to distinguish it more quickly...though neither can tell what it is.
A few moments later, it seems to be gone...))


~Nathalia