(Dark Deeds) Brought Down, Tied Up

[Alice Brown]

Continued from here. We're now in Ember in one of the smaller rooms.

After their little adventure to retrieve information from a van, Deputy Burns' investigation group went to Club Ember. Alice, the manager there, had her keys ready to bring them all inside, and further to a private room. It isn't a large room, but big enough for them all to fit in. A plus: there was a pole where Alice tied Richard the Guard up with his hands.

'So...'

So many wrong thoughts flashed through her mind. Not that the man was attractive, no not at all. Club Ember always gives the Daeva Whip naughty fantasies.

'Here we are.' Fortunately, she can hide those feelings very well. Since she trained to do it all night long.

[Tracy Burns]

A devious smirked touched the corner of Tracy's lips, her emerald green eyes fixating on the tied up unconscious body for a moment. Whatever was crossing the Deputy's mind, it was probably not the sort of thing one shared in polite company. After indulging her own vicious thoughts for a moment, the petite Gangrel turned her attention to the Harpy and Neil as each of them spoke. She listened closely to the Mekhet as he filled in Alice on what he'd been able to find.

"We can also have Mr. Ankers try his methods of interrogation once he arrives," she said to the pair next to her. "As I understand it, a Ventrue's gifts can be quite helpful in these sort of situations." The redheaded Savage took a brief pause before adding, "and if everything else fails, we can always resort to the more mundane ways of interrogation." The smirk returned to her lips as she said those words, along with a fiercely predatory look in her eyes that lasted a mere few seconds.

[Vassagon]

The Ventrue that Tracy refers to enters last on cue into the room, walking with cane in hand, though with no limp nor seeming reason for its use aside from decoration. And in this erotic environment he was dangerously close to imitating a pimp. In any case he declines his head in greeting to his fellow kindred. "I do hope it won't resort to that. I much prefer a clean method, and we don't want get carried away and silence our unwilling informant prematurely," assuming Tracy was referring to the practices of physical torture. He clapped his hands together eagerly, "So, mind if I give it a go?"

[Chrisie]

Richard is beginning to stir now. He has little chance of escape, but his barely concious mind isn't getting to that just yet. It's having enough trouble deciding if he's even upright. With bleary eyes, he begins to look about himself. Blinking as his mind tries to figure out now where he is. He clearly has no idea at all.

[Tracy Burns]

"My hope is that it won't come down to that, but we won't know for sure until we get started," said Tracy to the Kindred with her. The petite Deputy the turned to Chase and gave him a nod. "Not at all," said the redheaded Gangrel in response to his question. "He is all yours Mr. Ankers." She offered the handsome Ventrue a smile, looking forward to seeing him at work.

[Vassagon]

Chase walks up to the bound guard who even now begins to take in his surroundings and presses the handle of his cane to the man's chin, adjusting its level so their eyes could meet. "Good evening, Mister...uhh, Mr. Security Guard," he says, having never actually heard the man's name before. "I'm going to need your attention for a moment." With intense concentration that came naturally to him through the power of the Blood, he carefully attempts to mesmerize the kine like a snake to a mouse, his words coming out distinct and fluid. "You will cooperate to the best of your ability with the four of us, making no attempt to escape nor struggle. You will answer our questions truthfully, providing helpful details that are relevant in the context our questions are presented to you. Do you understand?"

  Mesmerize, 2suxx

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-09-04 19:49:09		Chase rolls 9 to mesmerize Richard the security guard [Int+Exp+Dom] (10 Again)		7, 6, 6, 5, 5, 1, 9, 10, 6, 5		2 successes

[Vassagon]

Maybe it was something that had touched on the Lord's mind, or maybe the words Maxwell & Cannon had had sufficient time to echo around the skull of our handsome Ventrue. Chase's eyes bulged with recognition. "It...it can't be," he whispered in something akin to shock. No, it has to be a coincidence. There is no way that this investigation could be connected to my father's operations. "You...do you know a Dr Richard Maxwell?" asked Chase slowly of their captive, as if trying to contain each word to keep it from exploding.