Special Delivery

[DaevaDude]

This thread follows this one.

The mess that was left by the destruction of the torpid elder Bethem and the mad neonate Mel has been cleaned up. O-Yama is still bound, and still being observed by one of the well-armed paramilitary sorts employed by those who have captured him. A little while ago, O-Yama had overheard the imminent "arrival of one or more targets."

When the "targets" in question are wheeled, bound, on heavy gurneys by well-armed and armored men, O-Yama immediately recognizes them: the disgraced former Carthian prefect, Jack Bennet, and his illegitimate chlide, Ronnie Horton. Jack is wearing slacks and a button-down shirt, while Ronnie is wearing blue cotton pajamas. Each has multiple short, wooden shafts imbedded in their chests; in the case of Ronnie, one of these is located in exactly the right location to have penetrated her heart.

On a separate gurney, they push a large dog.

Winslow arrives shortly afterward, clipboard in hand as usual. He looks over the two vampires, then the dog. Producing a stethoscope, he listens to the dog's heart; next he takes a penlight out of the pocket of his lab coat, peels back one of the dog's eyelids and looks at its pupil.

"Take the dog to the secondary laboratory," he directs the men pushing the gurney with the dog on it. "The other two, we'll be putting here and here," he says, gesturing to the lab tables that were, until recently, occupied by Mel and Bethem.

[O-Yama]

O-Yama watches as the two new members of his select little club are wheeled into the room with him. It takes him a moment, but when he realises who they are his single eye burns with anger for a moment. Jack Bennet, former Prefect, and target of the bloodhunt. Veronica Horton, his bastard childe, also a target.

Daiben... He thinks as he looks at their torpored forms. They have caught them, what am I to do now...

He began trying to think of how best to approach this situation, how was he going to manipulate this oppurtunity to his advantage...

[DaevaDude]

In short order, Archer arrives, straightening his necktie as he does so. His appearance is somewhat flushed.

"Ahhhh, good," he says, looking at Jack and Ronnie's torpid forms. "Perhaps this pair will have some useful information." He glances back and forth between the two of them. "The woman first, Winslow. We need to see if she's figured out anything or passed along any potentially damaging information. If you need to wake her, use this one," he says gesturing to O-Yama. "Might as well make him useful for something before Grimm gets his hands on him."

Winslow nods as he puts on a pair of surgical gloves and asks one of the paramilitary guys to help get Ronnie onto the exam table, which is at a 45-degree incline. He has her placed on the table that recently held the unfortunate Mel. With practiced ease, he unbolts the wrist and ankle manacles from the table's surface, then adjusts them to Ronnie's height before reattaching them. Thick straps across her thighs, waist and upper body, right under her breasts and across both arms, are quickly placed and tightened, then a further strap across her neck. Winslow adjusts the metal pieces to hold her head in place just as he did the manacles, then stands back and studies her for a moment.

"Are you planning to wake her or fuck her, Winslow?" Archer growls in irritation. "She's not your bloody prom date. Get to it!"

Simply nodding, Winslow goes about attaching various electrodes and tubes to Ronnie. A tube ending in a needle goes into the crook of her arm; finding an artery easily, Winslow slides the needle in and tapes it in place. He places electrodes at her temples and a bit over her heart. He steps back again to study his work, moves forward to turn on the monitors to which she is attached, checks the tightness of her bonds, then finally - after wiggling them a bit to loosen them - removes the stakes from her chest. He leaves the one piercing her heart for last, and after pulling it out, he takes up his clipboard and steps away, writing something on it.

Ronnie awakens at the same wound, Vitae and Willpower levels at which she finished her previous thread.

[Bo Albion]

Ronnie opened her eyes, confused. This isn't Jack's bedroom. She felt like crap, and unsuccessdfully tried to raise a hand to figure out what might be making her chest hurt so much. Her arm hurt, too, and she was able to cast her eyes down with great difficulty. She caught sight of a restraint on her left arm, and froze.

[DaevaDude]

"She's awake," Winslow says.

"I can see that," Archer growls in response, then greets Ronnie. "Good evening, Dr. Horton."

Ronnie doesn't recognize the voice of this man, but looking at him, she vaguely recognizes him. She does recognize the sullen-faced black man standing behind him, though, wearing a lab coat and carrying a clipboard. She'd seen him at her previous job... and, recalling that, she thought that was also where she'd seen the older man with the British accent.

Looking around a bit more, she doesn't see Jack, but she does see another vampire, one of strong blood, but when the fear she feels at this sight doesn't threaten to overwhelm her, she realizes she's seen him before... near Truckee, when she and Jack fled Sacramento, but also before then... the night she was shot.

[Bo Albion]

Where am I? she asked. Why am I here? Her confusion is complete. This doesn't make sense.

[O-Yama]

Damnit woman shut your mouth... O-Yama thinks to himself, wondering how the Why and Where mattered at this point. "You are captured by an enemy, thats all you need to know." He mutters under his breath.

He remains silent after, his one eye locked on Ronnie, watching her, wondering if there was any help she could bring to him. She was Daeva, like Jack, maybe the use of Awe could help them... or rather, help him.

[DaevaDude]

'You are here to answer questions," the British man tells Ronnie. "How well you answer them, and how honestly, will determine what happens to you. For example..."
Archer walks outside Ronnie and O-Yama's line of sight. He comes back bearing the small, stoppered bottle he'd threatened O-Yama with before.

"This fellow here has wasted a lot of my time telling us a lot of tall tales. He claimed your companion was the Prince of your kind in this city, among other things."

Archer twists open the bottle, then squeezes and releases the rubber stopper, drawing yellow liquid into the glass part of the stopper. He reaches out, not looking at O-Yama's eyes, and holds the stopper right over O-Yama's groin.

"I very much hate being lied to." Archer growls.

[BloodiedClaws]

"Oh Archer, you are such a sweet talker. I thought we were past the empty threats at this point, no?" He says looking at Archer with a grim smile, knowing that if Archer decided to, there was nothing he could do to prevent the damage that would be done to him.

"Ronnie, its good to see you again, welcome to the funhouse, try not to enjoy the place too much." He says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

[DaevaDude]

Archer squeezes out the dropper of yellow liquid. Ronnie can hear the hiss and smell the scent of acid burning through flesh. So can O-Yama, but for him the sounds and even the scent are eclipsed by the feel of acid dissolving very sensitive areas. Even though O-Yama knows anything he loses can be regrown, that damage to his body is very unlikely to be more than a short-term annoyance, that doesn't change what it feels like to have a sensitive body part burnt away.

O-Yama takes 1 Aggravated damage.

Stamina + Composure at -3 will allow O-Yama to stoicly endure the pain without major reaction.