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Post by Mephistel on May 5, 2018 14:19:46 GMT -5
Cerberus
He sighed, taking the phone back and nodded at the instruction. It seems like they weren't welcome in the viscinity anymore, so he just walked out and hoped that that man would be able to save her. If not, he would find in cerberus a very unfriendly fae to deal with. Cerberus gave a look toward the room where his father was set in. What could have gone trough his head when he and his mother came together? From what he heard of him, it sounded like it was impossible. This man was too crazy, too insanely intelligent, what would be his reasons? Certainly not falling in love could it?
So many questions...and yet no answers. But there was something else they had to deal with, meaning a case. But where to go from there? He would communicate with Jade to inform her of the situation, letting her know what was going on and that people were trying to help her out of there.
-------------------------- Pouring magical energy into the phone to reach out to Jade and tell her whats going on.
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Post by Gris on May 7, 2018 3:24:15 GMT -5
"That was weird" Mildred mused, as it seemed that the Englishman the Captain got for the task had it more or less under control. Before she could do much Hawkins went off for a moment and Cerberus was trying to reach for Jade, so she got closer to his partner. "Hey Buckley, thanks for the ride" she nodded, her smile honest and not her usual sly grin. "It's a delight" she added.
"Is there anything else to settle anytime soon?" she asked in general. "The dawn slowly approaches and I'm starting to get nervous" Mildred shared.
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Post by lilithsboy on May 7, 2018 5:05:54 GMT -5
Of course Mildred if you like it then it is yours I will have the papers drawn up for you to sign by tomorrow I will have to charge you a dollar taxes and all that. If you can think of anything else you would like that would make your job easier let me know. I take it since you are not absolutly livid with me that my assistant took one look at you and decided not to give you the cellphone? *sigh* Okay well we can tackle that some other day I am going home you probably should too then I will see you tomorrow.
With a look back Christopher starts to head home.
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Post by Janus on May 10, 2018 19:54:15 GMT -5
Everyone gets up and heads out leaving John Constantine with Jade in a room in Arkham Asylum. It seems as though Captain Dyres warning may have been prophetic, but if anyone can get an impossible job done it is John Constantine. Cerberus tries the phone, the phone rings and then what appears to be an answer machine message kicks in. "So, you wanted to speak to Jade, well I'm afraid she can't get to the phone at the moment and the reason's multiple choice. Is it a) She's slacking off avoiding work, b) She's busy rescuing some useless mook, who couldn't keep his brain together or c) I'm slowly torturing her into insanity with memories from her past?" Maniacal laughter can be heard down the phone. "You be the judge." The phone recording tone sounds and waits for you to leave a message. The voice was Jokers. Did he use the time John was distracted to gain control of the spell John cast? Is that even possible? Will distracting John again make things worse? You can apparently leave a message, maybe she will be able to call you back. (OOC - Jade will be able to call you back when leska gets back and yes I did shamelessly pirate the idea from Here . I'm not sorry because it's epic. Everyone should feel free to describe getting home then we will kick off night two. I'm assuming everyone leaving at the same time will alter what Jon Hawkin will be doing so I've not responded to that deliberately.)
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Post by Gris on May 22, 2018 7:55:04 GMT -5
Things went from crazy to crazier, and Mildred wasn't thinking about Christopher's maddening verbosity, but the insane torture Jade was seemingly being subject to. "This is fucked up" Mildred just blurted, tired and somewhat frustrated. Being a detective sure was interesting and kept her away from immortal boredom, but under Dyre's command it turned out that it was anything but easy. "We'll see things more clear tomorrow night I guess. Get yourselves ready, I don't see it getting any easier" she voiced, taking her car and crossing the last hours of the night towards her daily refuge.
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Post by Mephistel on May 22, 2018 8:19:59 GMT -5
Cerberus
-Hi dad...hope your enjoying yourself...please don't kill of my partner on the first night...also Jade, if you can call back, please do, a ''friend'' of ours name John is actually working hard to get you out of there. Good luck!-
He left the message then hung up. There wasn't much else to do at the moment and he would need to think hard about this case. Where would it lead them? He waved good-bye to the others before heading out, hoping that Jade would be safe, then toward his own appartment, his head filled to the brim with various thoughts.
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Post by Janus on May 29, 2018 17:29:18 GMT -5
Christopher
There is nothing more that can be done here, not by you at least. John Constantine has apparently left a card back at the station with the captain so on your way home, aside from needing to clock out, you swing by the station. Strangely you find the card on your desk along side a hand written note.
The note reads simply: 'John suggested a line of enquiry on your grandmother.' The card has his name and a mobile phone number on it. On the reverse of the card are the words: Rivals. Jilly Cooper.
And that is it, why Mr Constantine would be looking into your Grandmothers disappearance, or what that book title means are not suggested. But clearly it means something. Your Grandmother had an affection for romance novels when she wasn't studying magic. Maybe that has something to do with it.
You ponder that on your drive home, dawn is breaking as you arrive home. Everyone in the house is doubtless still asleep, and by everyone you mean your butler 'Adthorpe'. No one else is around at this time.
Jon
Everyone is leaving, but you have no reason to go with them. The gift, or curse, or whatever it was Hugo Strange did to you makes traveling by car unnecessary, boring even. Why wait to be somewhere when you don't have to.
Tomorrow is another day and getting your badge back before then will be a welcome change. Besides if you are going to be working the night shift from now on you are gonna need to adjust your sleep patterns.
You are back at the station in an instant. Your badge and gun are on the captains desk, she is behind her desk reading something. She looks up as you come in, pushes the gun and badge toward you then goes back to her computer screen.
Mildred
Dawn is not far away as you leave the asylum. You have time to get back home relatively easily you could phone in to word to clock out from there. If you could figure out how these new fangled mobile phone things worked you could probably phone from here but there is just something wrong about them.
Dawn is a love hate thing for you now. It's terrifying for reasons both rational and obscure but there is still a part of you that misses it. You watch it on movie screens occasionally, just to remind yourself what it looked like, all those years ago.
Your new car and old home beckons however and there is no sense in being maudlin about it. What is done is done and you have more than got your share of benefits from immortality.
Your home has, by necessity, a bedroom in the basement. You considered light proofing an upstairs room but too many things could go wrong, an explosion, a burglar, a fire somewhere in the street. Life is replete with things that can kill an unwary vampire. So, a basement, a heavy steel vault door and a secure escape route to the many tunnels that run beneath the city and that is what home looks like.
It's probably the same for most vampires, hell it was your sire Madeline that taught you the importance of caution.
"Too many of our kind find the suns rays when they least expect them my love." She had said.
It's been years since you saw her last, she had decided that North America had become boring so was headed for Venezuela. At least that was the story she told you.
As you settle into bed you consider the day. Your captain is an immortal, or at least very long lived, your partner is a magician and your quarry needs the blood of an old one to draw it out.
Your mind starts to wander as sleep overtakes you. Old ones, Peace Blossom, fey, Cerberus...
You sit up with a start. Cerberus is Fey! Does that mean Cerberus is an Old One?
You think back. The way Peace Blossom described the Fey certainly made it sound like the differences in the various types of Fey were mainly just political, a life style choice if you will.
Can the answer really be that simple?
Cerberus
The Jokers voice haunts you as you leave the Asylum, understanding that someone is a sadistic psychopath and experiencing it for yourself are two different things.
Was there a part of you that hoped for some kind of blood tie to this mad man? Almost certainly. The question you are left with is how did your mother come to be with him? You never knew her, indeed aside from the powers that your blood has left you with you know next to nothing about her. She is even more of an enigma than the Joker and apparently that takes some doing.
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Post by Gris on Jun 1, 2018 5:23:25 GMT -5
It wasn't the Wayne estate, since nothing in Gotham compared to that, but the gothic manor that Mildred could call home was way more than she ever needed. Sure, it's halls had once been filled with guests, partying over and over again like only new rich people could do while behaving as snottily as only old money could afford. All things came to an end, and no matter if Mildred's parties made The Great Gatsby ones seem intimate and sober gatherings, soon the excess had lost its luster and the lady of the house "disappeared" again. How many names had she carried over the decades? How many lives had she touched for better or for worse? Only echoes now inhabited the house while she was out, something she was glad to do before inactivity drove her mad. Was that the reason for Madeline to abandon her? Even after all those years it still felt like abandonment, as if Mildred was some kind of needy child, a clingy lover, someone that couldn't survive much less flourish without constant attention.
If Madeline could see her now. No longer the impressionable youths of the eighties and nineties hang at the house, intoxicated by drugs and lack of blood alone. It was a bit sad not to be able to feed until she felt drunk, that feeling of power while being filled like a greedy mosquito was lovely, but it was part of the agreement. Mildred was safe from the Bat, safe from being thrown into the madhouse she just strolled through to be sustained on paltry doses of pig blood, but she could no longer behave like the vampires of tales. Walking though sheet covered furniture, veritable ghosts of her past life, Mildred got into her vault-like bedroom of the basement. Part safe, part bunker, it's inner workings all mechanic gears of old she could understand, it was a place that could hold even if the house crumbled atop it, like her bones would have done long ago if it wasn't for Madeline's intromission.
Stimulated by the events of the longer and more active night she had enjoyed in a while, Mildred started to tie knots, her mind seemingly taking longer to come into life than her blood animated body. Convincing Cerberus to be a guinea pig wasn't going to be easy she guessed, as there was little she knew having been most of the night with her new benefactor. The Mildred of old would have seduced Christopher, reeled him in like a naive fish and probably lived like his wife for a few years, draining his family riches as she did with his blood, running away before nightly habits and a wrinkleless face betrayed her predatory nature. But now it wasn't just that she couldn't do that, it was that she didn't want to. Madeline would laugh for sure, although she had her share of encounters with flames of old that looked for her out of desperation, something that Mildred hoped she could avoid. The next night was going to be interesting, and for the first time in a while, Mildred fall asleep at the dawn without thinking that maybe, just maybe, she should see it rise one last time.
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Post by lilithsboy on Jun 1, 2018 10:11:51 GMT -5
Christopher arrives home still pondering the implication of the business card. He had wanted to ask John about helping him with his grandmother's case and it seems that he was less than subtle about his reasons for joining the force. His grandmother's estate, for no matter what the official paperwork stated he refused to consider it anything but hers, was large and sprawling taking up most of a hill overlooking Gotham. It was only rivaled it's closest neighbor, Wayne manor, despite their proximity and being slightly related, 3rd cousins twice removed, Christopher and Bruce did not speak much, Bruce had lost his parents early in life and Christopher had heard nothing from him after his grandmother disappeared.
Upon arriving home Christopher collects the morning paper, heads to his study, and proceeds to draft an advertisement looking for a new personal assistant, he has no time for people who cannot do as instructed and this one forgot to give Mildred her cellphone. He tacs the business section up on a dart board casting his strongest luck spell, Christopher closes his eyes and reaches into a box filled with blue and red darts. He spins around and throws the darts marking where they land and what color. He then buys and sells accordingly.
Once done with the days business he sets off for his laboratory where he decides to begin enchanting the car he has to make it capable of flight, it is no simple matter but still one worthy of perusing if they are going to need to track down things that might not always simply use the ground.
Christopher then heads to the family library his grandmother may indeed have had a penchant for romance novels regardless if the book was not here it will be delivered before he awakens for the night. If he has the book he will read it trying to find some clue if not he will order it.
Finally he goes to bed to prepare himself for the next night.
******************** 6 in both luck and enchanting considering this is an extended scene
Photographic memory and magical aura's used on the book
Magical aura's used when enchanting
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Post by Mephistel on Jun 1, 2018 15:18:15 GMT -5
Cerberus
The young man left the asylum. There was much to do, but the lingering laugh of his father stayed within his mind for a long while, even after he got home. How could someone get together with such a mad man? And his mother was the answer to that. Sadly, the woman was long gone and he wouldn't be able to get anything from her anyway. Who were his parents? He had no idea. He sighed as he reach his small apartment. He opened the door, locked it back once inside and walked to his couch where he would just lay down.
The place wasn't too shaby, but it certainly lacked any presence. There wasn't much to see, the basics were all there was to see in the small place. His cat then came running, jumping on his knees, asking for it's master to give attention. Cerberus patted the small animal absentmindly as he looked at the ceiling. He would eventually just fall asleep there, his mind running with whatever was going on.
Tomorrow would be another day.
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Post by RidiculousNinja on Jun 1, 2018 16:17:33 GMT -5
John considered saying something sarcastic to the beautiful captain, but instead..”Thanks.” Is all that came out. He turned and walked away without another word. He made his way home. A little apartment in the bad side of Gotham greeted him. There were clothes on the floor and bed, dirty dishes stacked in the sink and the wood floor tarnished with spills from past tenants. He turned the heater up to fight off the cold Gotham air and it faithfully fought to comply with a very audible whir. He strolled over to his kitchen to the refrigerator. Her picture sat there on a clip.. he missed her terribly. In fact too much. He took her picture and opened a box in the back of his cupboard. Pulling out a little bag of what some might mistake as sugar. Then he put on Brittany Spears and got out a beer lined up a bit of that sugar and sniffed it up. Her picture sat there staring up at him, all those beautiful memories of the past. The night continued like that until he passed out his gun and badge next to her smiling face and his bag of sugar nearly emptied.
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Post by Janus on Jun 2, 2018 19:53:25 GMT -5
Christopher
You settle down at your desk, ordering a copy of the book suggested and writing up an advertisement for a new personal assistant when a couple of things occur to you. First of all you have actually heard from Beth (your PA) for some hours. If would be normal for her to send you a sign off note by text before she went to bed. In fairness she wasn't the brightest girl in the world but she was normally quite conscientious. You've found her at your house a couple of times to give you an explanation in person if she hadn't been able to complete a task.
Secondly you remember now that your grandmother had a small personal reading room off the main library. You had forgotten all about it, which was even more odd. What was worse you can't remember having seen or even thought about the room since your grandmother vanished, which should be impossible.
You set out to the library. It's one of your favourite parts of the house your grandmother and you spent long hours collecting all the books there. Many many arcane volumes line the walls of a special section. Other than that you have books on every conceivable topic and a six foot diameter world globe as the centre piece. It was a joint gift to each other from your grandmother and yourself and stands there as a reminder.
With the luck spell in effect you should see something, then you trip over something on the floor next to a chair, hitting your head hard and as your head swims you see a door, one that you would swear hadn't been there before, or maybe it had, a long time ago.
As your head clears you find yourself in the garage. Working on enchanting your car had taken a long time and isn't done by a long shot. You have made yourself a list of the ingredients you need however, some quite rare ones. You have also made plans for the sigils you will need to put into the cars chassis, and have noted down a few ideas for a control mechanism. A coffee is on the chair next to you, half drank and you notice it is long past time you spent to bed.
(OOC If you'd like to carry this on we can do it in a separate thread whilst we carry on with the main thread. We might need to come up with some excuses for delaying talking to people about things you find but as they won't impact on the main plot that shouldn't be a problem.)
Jon
Peace, that is what you need. Relief from the pain and whilst the drugs aren't perfect, at least you can sleep at night. Will it ever get better? You don't know, but at least it's not getting any worse.
You awake to the alarm clock blaring out. Eight solid hours is a record but maybe that's because you now have a way to move forward. It will be a few hours before your shift starts of course so you have some time to kill. This new Captain was acting yesterday like she knew things, and if she's to be believed she is old, like immortal kind of old. Has she lost people, you wonder. Living that long she must have. Does that mean she has answers?
You don't know, but it could be worth finding out.
Mildred
You wake an hour or so before dusk. It's a habit you have gotten into. Showering at the start of a day makes you feel, almost human. Then a leisurely breakfast, or is it supper, you can never decide and its out into the wide wide world.
You feel good, inhumanly good in fact. The human blood from Grandfathers has done wonders, even your complexion is better, rosier. You pick out clothes to wear as you always do and bundle the old ones up for the home help to deal with when they arrive.
You have a service that collects and delivers a couple of times a week, discreet and reliable. You are reasonably sure they are the same people that do laundry for the mob. They ask no questions, they just collect, wash and deliver back.
In Gotham someone had to provide a service, and amenities like that make life just that little bit easier.
Cerberus
Jones, that was what the cats name was, or at least that was what he had told you his name was. Or would have, if he could talk, which he can't, because he's a cat. But you are pretty sure he did tell you, somehow.
It all makes sense if you don't think about it and Jones certainly helps you avoid thinking about it. This is done by tactically digging his claws into your leg, kneading your lap whilst purring as you stroke him. Then he goes into the kitchen and miaows loudly for you to get some food out, both apparently for yourself and for him. He's bizarrely comprehendible for a cat, or maybe just all cats are like that, easier not to think about it.
After you've eaten and given him a large portion of the ham you used on your sandwich he leads you into the bedroom where you are required to lay down on the bed so he can settle on your chest and purr you to sleep.
It's a nightly routine and failure to comply results in getting washed and disturbed. Having your feet pounced on and generally being bugged until the routine is complete.
You'd lock him out, but then he'd miaow incessantly outside your window and make you feel guilty for locking him out. Besides he's your buddy and you are reasonable sure that what he is doing is mostly for your own good.
You eventually give in to his pestering and are allowed to ponder your thoughts to the low rumble of Jones' night time lullaby. Sleep isn't hard to come by after that though when you wake you find him on the windowsill watching birds who he frequently describes as very tasty, or would do, if he weren't a cat.
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Post by Mephistel on Jun 2, 2018 20:24:35 GMT -5
Cerberus
With the nightshift starting, of course, his routine would change a bit. But it sounded like Jones didn't want it that way. So the cat made himself clear enough. How did he knew the cat was called Jones? Why because he told him. He couldn't remember when, but he knew the cat's name. And he never really cared about how he did.
Feeding the cat then heading back to his bed, he simply lump himself there and fell asleep, his cat settling on his chest. Even if he wanted to chase him away, he couldn't or he just wouldn't get any sleep at all. Once settled, he fell asleep. His dreams were empty this time, or perhaps haunted but he had forgotten in the morning.
He woke up and see Jones on the window's side.
-Errhg...what's up Jones?...-
He ask the cat as he slowly get up, passing a hand behind his head, feeling a bit groggy as his try to look at what the cat is watching. Birds...probably tasty as he was once told. Funny how he knew these things, but your alone for so long, you get that kind of things going on. Not that it mattered, really. He got up, then went for a shower, nice and hot, letting the water slip over his body. It felt nice. Then turning on the cold water to wake him up completely he got out, his hair were a mess and for some reason, shorter...had he cut them before going to sleep?
He couldn't exactly remember, but seing the strend of silver hair in the garbage of the bathroom and the pair of scissors, he had to have done it. Funny? Why would he do that? How could he had not notice? Looking at himself for a moment, he then shrugged, the new haircut was still cute, but a bit more shady. Drying them quickly, he then put on a pair of pants and headed to the dining room in order to get something to eat.
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Post by RidiculousNinja on Jun 3, 2018 20:53:24 GMT -5
John woke up his head feeling a little rougher than yesterday but atleast he was able to get some sleep. Slowly he got up and put on a black t-shirt blue jeans a pair of boots from when he was a marine and a brown leather trench coat. His gun and badge hidden beneath. He made his way over to the precinct but stoped to get coffee on the way he wasn’t sure what she liked so he made sure to get some cream and sugar for the piping hot coffee.
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Post by Gris on Jun 4, 2018 5:10:37 GMT -5
The scalding hot water from the shower had done wonders, making Mildred feel alive and get out of the bathroom steaming, so even if it hurt a little it was in a good way. It wasn't just that though, as the blood she took the day before kept her alert, flushed like a debutante. That and the events from the night before made Mildred hum a song she couldn't remember the title of while she fried eggs, sausages and bacon. It wasn't like she needed it, but while in a good mood she enjoyed the taste of food all the same, not to mention how much those little things helped to make her feel alive. Human.
Another day, another old fashioned gentleman suit. It was a habit she liked, acquired long ago out of disconformity and kept as a fashion statement, or perhaps a political one. It wasn't like she was trying to pass for a man, but she had always enjoyed the message the suits conveyed. She had the money, she had the power, she was in charge. No one else could be the apex predator while she was in the room, and anyone that tended to think otherwise could end up badly. Of course, that was in the past. Mostly. Not only due to her agreement with the dark knight of Gotham, but also specially now that she had met the Captain. Did she respect her or was it fear? Mainly the first, but couldn't discard the second so easily. An immortal always tended to flinch before threats that could truly end their life, unless stricken by ennui of course.
Leaving the clothes for the service, Mildred soon got in that magnificent car Christopher gifted her. Oh, how it felt. She wasn't aware of any... schedule in the precinct, but it was the best option if she was to find Cerberus and the rest of her partners, so that's where she got headed to, a pointy smile on her face.
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