Dropping Bodies: Interrogation Round Two

[Quinn Durant]

Quinn agreed with Milton on this point. "I like that idea, and fully support it. The evidence, circumstantial as it is, certainly supports that the Master is witch and not Kindred, and that is a bridge we will have to cross when we come to it if that turns out to be a fact through Angela." Her Grace would need to be informed immediately if that was the case. That was above her pay grade so to speak.

To the Priscus she shook her head. "No. I cannot. When you give the signal, I can read your mind, or your thought so you can tell me things without anyone else being aware, and can then tap the others mind to relay things, and so on and so forth. It is highly useful, but does have its limits. Just like all of our gifts." She nodded a bit. "I know, that's the only thing that makes me hesitate here. Even the hacking programs I have, the speed of the connection here, and the quality of my lap top only cuts so many corners...." She shrugged a bit. "Perhaps just the fact that we know of her existence, would be enough..."

To Mable Quinn chuckled. "Church was epic in Pet Cemetery. I never looked at Russian Blue Cats the same way again!" She nodded to the rest. "I wonder what he promised Kindred like Angela to help him in this venture...this 'Master.'" She paused again and shook her head. "Do not use claws. It is to easy to expire her when she is this weak already."

[Milton]

Milton follows the conversation, but does not add much more. He closes his notepad and tucks it, along with his pen, into his pocket. Fastidious as ever.

Eyes move from Mable to Jennifer, finally landing on Quinn. "Shall we wake our guest?"

He's not exactly excited for what comes next. Rousing a starving vampire does not seem...pleasant. However, there is only one way forward. And Milton is eager to extract what information they can from Angela.

Ready to get this party started if y'all are!

[Mable Wood]

Mable nodded to Jennifer, and smiled at the compliment "Thank you."

She looked to Quinn, "Of course. No claws." She would punch if needed.

She nodded at Milton's suggestion of waking Angela. She was prepared to paralyze vocal coeds if it sounded like a ritual once she was woken up.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer made a few brief notes.

"It is possible that you only look for messages to you?" Jennifer clarified to the Mekhet Priscus. "As to not look around at other thoughts one may have?"
"I am ready to start the interrogation." Jennifer stated calmly. Dark eyes look over the group. I believe everyone is prepared.

"I look forward to speaking with you on the subject of the occult. Your suggestion is very intriquing, Hierophant. I shall use my orchestra to reach out for any news reports on that subject." Jennifer states. It would be nice to have a fellow occult specialist to converse with.
Jennifer glanced to the Reeve for a moment. Curious if she should make a suggestion. Yet she decided against it.
Surely the Reeve had made preparations for my line of work.

Jennifer stood, securing her notepads and possessions within her carrying bag. The Nosferatu Lady led the way to where the prisoner was kept, ready to begin the work.

[Quinn Durant]

Quinn nodded once. They were as prepared at this point as they could get.

To Jennifer's question she chuckled. "With basic use of Telepathy I pick up surface thoughts only. Meaning if you are signaling for me to enter your mind to tell me something, that is what I will pick up." She would have to use some extra oomph to dig further. She wasn't about to do that.

Quinn moved towards their guest in the cage and squatted down, reaching through the thick bars to pull the stake out of Angela's chest, nodding to the others to prepare themselves. She kept the stake in her hand, and watched and waited for what state Angela would come to in. She stood and deliberately put on a very calm façade. Knowing her beast was cloaked. Hoping that if Angela focused on Quinn and Jennifer (The ones she would surely recognize) the lack of beast would help.

[Seryna]

The Kindred had sustained heavy damage from the encounter with the four Kindred. The last time Quinn and Jennifer had seen Angela, the Kindred had open wounds over her abdomen. The exposed organs were no longer peeking through Angela's rib cage. Yet her clothing had tell tale rips and strained stitching suggestive of the tussle. Were the Kindred were wondering how much Vitae that would take to heal? Were they wondering how stable the Kindred they were squaring off with would behave if her well was dry?

As they study the Kindred, they notice certain things about the Kindred. The woman is African American, although she appears light skinned under the light. Her hair is slightly curly and black, shoulder length. She wears gray athletic clothing - running shoes, leggings, light zip up jacket. Yet her clothing had telltale rips and strained stitching suggestive of the tussle.
There was a slow stretch as the Kindred lifted her arms above her head. She wiggled her fingers. Then Angela slowly checks and pats her body. Specifically, the parts that had been wounded in the confrontation. Her eyes are a bewitching steel gray, a very attractive feature. Her head lifts as her eyes trace along the cell, noting her new confines. Her eyes narrow as she becomes aware of the Kindred. The gray eyed Kindred studies the Kindred on the other side of her holding cell.

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