(Witch Hunters) The Inquisition

[Cayce]

Beneath the Circle of Creation lay a literal labyrinth of concrete corridors and rooms, all of various purposes, and many with purposes that had yet to be determined. One set of rooms, however, had a very clear purpose. First, there was a corridor lined with cells, and at the far end were two rooms separated by a one way mirror. One held a tables bolted to the floor, along with four metal chairs. The other held simple folding furniture.

This was where the intrepid Magi brought their captive, straight out of the fire, and the madness. Perhaps, here, they could make some sense of the chaos they had just emerged from.

Knot Langdon Cricket Banshee

[Knot]

The Mysterium wing did not have restraints, as such.

Well they had restraints, but they were sacred ritual restraints, and not for outsiders to see. They definitely weren't prisoner restraining restraints. So they made due with extension cords and duct tape.

After having searched her and tying her down in one of the chairs inside the interrogation room, Knot dumped all her things on thw table in the agacent room for the four magi that reeked of fire and smoke and soot and exhaustion to look over while they figured out just what the fuck they were going to do next."

"I don't suppose any of you have any more experience with this sort of thing than I do?"

Talk about questions he never thought he'd be asking.

"If anyone knows any spells that would help get info we can trust from her, now's the time to share them."

One thing he knew was that if they went in there without some organization and a plan, it would likely fall apart.

Falling apart, in this case, probably not getting any good intel. And killing her.








Knot's stomach turned at that last thought. Fuck. They were probably going to have to kill her anyway, weren't they?

[Banshee]

"Just what I've seen on TV." she admits with a whisper, eyes hard, and mouth tight. "I really wouldn't know where to start...perhaps simple questions first. Gentle questions first...then maybe ah..." she trails off.

The women was a monster, but they weren't.

"If needs must I throw up on her." It would be gruesome and unsettling in the extreme, no one she had met had...enjoyed Banshee's...creation of ectoplasm.

[Cayce]

Strand's possessions consist of a list of the following:

2 extra clips for her pistol.
A wire (now fried).
A cellphone (now fried).
A rebreather mask.
A knife.
A Federal Bureau of Investigations badge, showing her picture, and displaying the name MISCHA STRAND, with assorted characteristics.
2 razor blades.
Matches.
Credit cards. None in her name.

[Langdon]

Thoughts moved Langdon to silence as he moved with the others and helped secure the crazy women into a room. He listens and then looks at Cricket. "I can mold a table or the floor around her limbs?"

"But no I don't believe she can be trusted in words or actions and I don't know how to break a person." Well..probably. Though it would damage the Mysteries to grant Sight to a sleeper then show them the true face of reality. Like a broken pane of glass held together by luck.

A pen pokes at the FBI badge. "Any way to figure out if this is legit? If it is we may have bigger problems. Getting out of the country will be rough unless we can find someone in another city willing to gate us elsewhere." The Stalker looks to Knot then Banshee and Cricket. Maybe they had better ideas.

[Banshee]

"Making sure she can't escape would be good. Encasing her hands in something. So she can't..." she looks at Cricket. "Again."

"Assuming it's real. She's FBI" Banshee whispers out, "Cricket? Can you alter her body chemistry? Make her more likely to talk....we are not monsters, this isn't about us torturing a women, who we know has been party to the murder and mutilation of one of our own, as well as the fire in that apparent. This is about us, gaining the information we require to make sure we are safe.

"Does this go higher then her? Do the Seers have control over the FBI?" she shakes her head, "Do we need to give up the Circle?"

Looking at the others, "We need to know these answers," she nods, "And....and I need to know where Epitaph's body is."

[Cayce]

A brief recap: Knot killed Strand by slitting her throat, and then left to change out of his murder splattered clothes. Meanwhile, Banshee created a ghost mirror, and Strand's ghost crawled from the wound in her neck. When asked what her name was, she pointed to her FBI badge.

Please feel free to ask questions! Also, a group wide Speak with Dead would be awesome

[Banshee]

Strand points to her Badge and Banshee nods. "Knot? A moment first. Something slipped my mind in the..." she swallows, "I will enable you and the others to speak with Strand."

The Omen begins to chant in High, calling to Stygia and weaving a spell upon the other magi.

"Apologies for not thinking of this sooner." she bows her head. Much had been racing through her mind since she first smelt the smoke.

Pointing to the hastily made, but ingenious ouija board, she asks, "How many were involved with the plot to cause the fire and all the destruction that followed? What are the names of those involved?"

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-09-19 16:34:51		Banshee rolls 6 to Group Speak with the Dead (Death 3 + Gnosis 2 + 3EA + 2HS -4target) (10 Again)		8, 8, 6, 5, 2, 4		2 successes

Thank you Cayce & Benji for awesome ideas of awesome!

[Knot]

Knot halts when Banshee asks him to wait, where he stands as she explains her idea. It wasn't... anything he could argue against, and he supposed it would be foolish to want to run off just to change while there were questions to be asked.

His clothes weren't going anywhere.

While Banshee casts, Knot's phone rings and he answers it quietly as the spell takes hold. He feels startlingly numb looking at the corpse of the woman he murdered veiled by her ghost. Once he hangs up he looks to the rest of the group. "That was Alastor. Seems like everyone on our end got through it breathing. He's on his way."

He was happy happy about it, he really was. He just didn't have it in him to sound anything other than burned out.

"So." He leans against a wall as he addressed the woman he murdered. "Pyromancers and Golems. Those standard kit for the FBI now? Or just when you attack private citizens?"