(Witch Hunters) The Inquisition

[Langdon]

As the other's ask questions Langdon crosses his arms and waits. Banshee and Knot are direct and to the point. The Moros shifts to look at Cricket and mouths "what"? "She just tried to kill you man." Self-defense, even this...to some extent. Then Langdon looks to Knot. Golem? Maybe from hell.

Soft steps bring Langdon to Alastor. "Slow breathes man. Ya we got out..it was pretty..bad. But we did. Bombed the street? Holy shit." The Stalker looks past the Arrow to see if there are others.

[Cayce]

The ghost of Strand was like a reflection of her corpse, as seen through a blue tinted mirror, her features washed out and pale, the horrible gash across her throat leaking a continuous stream of thick, dripping fluid that somehow never managed to reach the floor. She stood there for a moment, her expression intense and glowering, her eyes tracking from each mage to the other as though she were still hunting for ways to kill them. Then she paused and stared down at her ethereal, pale hands.

Looking up, the ghost of Strand began to walk toward's the Necromancer, her body moving in sudden starts and jerks, like an image in a badly damaged film skipping between frames. Her hands rising as if to gently touch the Sylvan beauty's face.

"Did your family drive you away, or did you run from them?" the Ghost of Strand asked, her cataract eyes meeting those of Banshee. "Have they even noticed that you're gone?"

The Ghost's head tipped to the side as she studied Banshee, then tipped farther as the torn muscles and ligaments in her neck failed to hold her skull upright.

"The only name you should be concerned with is Y," the ghost continued, her lips still, yet her voice echoing strangely in the Magi's enchanted ears.

"Y is the one that sent us here. To kill you all."

With that, she moved away from Banshee, her form still shuddering and twitching in and out of focus, coming to stand before Langdon .

"The Power you wield will corrupt you. Turn you into Devils and Demons among men. You won't see it happening. But, of course, you didn't mean to kill poor, confused little Eve, did you?"

A smirk appeared on the Ghosts face, and then she was skittering and jerking towards Knot .

"Or what about you? Now that you've killed, you're tainted, aren't you? Morally impure. Now that you've killed, there's no point in not killing, is there? Soon, that will be the solution you see for every problem. It happened to me. I shot a man. Afterwards, it didn't seem to matter that much. What was so different about me, even if I did wear a badge, and the killers I was hunting? Why enforce some law penned by a criminal in a suit when I could ensure justice would get done, and with far more irony? Y found me not long after. Just as he did the others."

Jerking towards Alastor she once more reached out as if to touch him, but could not. Of course, Alastor had arrived AFTER the spell was cast, but the Ghost Mirror the Necromancer had crafted showed her perfectly.

"The same thing happened to you. Or something similar. You live in a world of death, and act as if it's your right to play judge and executioner."

Then, at last, the ghost arrived at Cricket .

"And what are you supposed to be? A fuckboi from the 1800s? Do you even know who you are? If I were to skin those tattoos off, would you even have an identity left? I don't think so. And yet you have such tremendous, terrible powers. You're all a cancer, and you need to be cut out. That is why we came here. To kill you. To rid humanity of the little tyrants walking among them. Lording over them. Breaking the laws of the universe itself."

[Banshee]

Ghostly voice spits out words, like daggers they aim for the heart, but Banshee's armour is impressive. Monochromatic paint, hardened, thought smudged and smoke glazed hides the micro expressions that flit across her face. Her corpse pale eyes, hide the hate and sorrow and grief and howdoyouknows as Strand speaks.

"I am a women grown, and most of the population tends to leave home when one is considered an adult with financial stability." she gets out around her barely clenched jaw.

"Who is Y?" Banshee asks, a question Stand wanted them to ask. "How did you graft that golem? And where are the bodies that you and yours mutilated to create it." is the question she wanted an answer too.

  1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-09-23 11:30:43		Banshee rolls 6 to Dat no hurt nuuuu (Wits 2 + Subterfuge 4) (10 Again)		5, 3, 5, 5, 2, 9		1 success

[Knot]

"Cricket, can you help Alastor?" Knot asked the only person in the room capable of healing another normally, as far as he knew. His method was long and involved, but it was also magically expensive and he was running dry. "They ambushed us too. She pretended to be trapped and burning, then Cricket got a knife in the neck for his trouble. They had a golem made of skulls and knives, and a girl who could throw fire."

Then it speaks.

Knot's veins turn to fucking ice as the woman he murdered's words cut into him. The shock and fear, they're painted on his face, clear as day. But the shame he feels? His face soon turns into a sneer of anger and for a moment he wishes he could go back in time.

So he could kill her again.

"Oh, ok. You're right, ghost of a cop-turned-serial-killer who murdered people by setting fire to a building so they could draw out other people they were afraid of so they could ambush them. We're exactly the same." Knot's voice drips with disdain and sarcasm. Fucking white people. "You got off on murder. You liked having power over people because it made you feel good. Don't try it dress it up as anything other than you being a broken person."

Plus? She wasn't capable of understanding magic. She had been, at best, a Sleepwalker. More likely, she had been some kind of Sleeper who's life had been twisted by the supernatural. It disgusts Knot, that that kind of thing happened, but it also highlighted how out of depth the unawakened are when it comes to anything remotely unnatural. Now that she was a ghost? She STILL couldn't be trusted with anything like a magical secret. Not only was she clearly already corrupted, as a ghost she could be summoned and compelled by someone who had the right magical skill.

"Tell us about Y. Who they are, what they planned, where they're at. What they'll do now that they're down agents."

[Langdon]

Dark eyes watch the ghost try to figure out its new existence. After she speaks Langdon snorts. "You tried to kill us. If you think laying down and dieing when someone tries to kill you means that you're the better person you clearly never studied humanity. We don't lay down we light FIRES." It starts calm and grows into a snarl. What does this damn ghost know? Death already chased Langdon once, it will have to try harder next time.

Just like what I'll do to your belonging, all to ash. The words go unspoken as Banshee and Knot keep cooler heads. Remembering his first weeks as an Awakened, Langdon starts to take slow deep breaths. Later, later the corpse can tell its Sympathies.