Last Cathedral

[Shehrazad]

A Cathedral-Themed Gothic Dance Club, frequented busily by goths, punks and other posers, often dressed up as Vampires... especially on Friday night, when Last Cathedral hosts it's "special" Night of Vampires.

[Tony Vasara]

Vasara stepped out of the car and said "We will go in when we know there is no alternatives left, so use those contacts you seem to have." Vasara looked at Edward. "The caught garou might already be dead but if they are alive and we are to save them, we need to act fast."

"I've dusted few vampires before, they seem to fear sun and fire. I'm sure even a smell of gasoline could really freak them out, especially after those unfortunate arsons here has happened in some bars during the past year... It is likely that one or more leeches spends their days inside, all we need to do is find them... but first we need to find out do we even have to go in." Vasara looked to the sky, there was still plenty of sunlight to freak out a vampire, and that threat of fire was easily arranged.

[Saxon]

"Nah two leeches are best, drag them both to the doorway and toss one out. Then make sure his mate sees him going snap, crackle and pop when the sun hits him. Makes them nice and talkative."

He leant against the truck and looked around, "Come on then make your calls."

[Rockerfella]

Edward took all the sudden talk about leeches in his stride he wasnt quite too sure as to what they were on about, but he was sure to find out soon enough.

Edward flips out his mobile phone and makes a few calls...

{Use spy network/judical ties for bounty hunter information/ and hisown law firm for any other data that may show up}

While he is talking on the phone he pulls a cigar from his breast pocket and puts it in his mouth then lights up with his free hand, making sure that the window is wide open and doesnt blow back on the other Garou.

This ride was really something, he hadn't ridden in something this delapidated ever! I wonde rwhat surpises these guys have in store for me next. Edward subconsciously grinned and smirked as he talked away on the phone in German.

He gave Saxxon a death stare, it wasnt every day he was ordered around by anyone and today wasnt going to be any different.

[Tony Vasara]

Vasara smiled as he looked at the two testing their limits with each other. It was always natural that garou's tested others to find their place in the Pack, even though at this time only he was official member of the Pack present, but it was always good to have pecking order made clear before accepting new members. And this Saxon had already proved himself in Vasara's mind, now he was paying much more attention on Edward. Not that he had any intention on interfering, he was just curious to see how things ended.

That constant dominance-testing must be in our nature he thought as he poured a very small amount of gasoline from spare-canister in his hands, not enough to cause a real pyre but well enough to be smelled even by humans. Fear is always a good weapon, it makes people to make mistakes.

Vasara again forced his spiritual strength into his necklace, weaving and pulling the spirit inside awake. Sorry to interrupt your rest, old buddy, but I just might to need your help again he thought as he caressed the necklace.

"Just remember, if things are going to end up in blows, claws and howls, the Veil must be protected. So no horseplay. Watch each others back, garou you save today might be the one who would save you tomorrow. And the real strength of the Wolf lies in his Pack." Vasara's humorous side had just died, there was war to be fought, there were lives to be saved.

He stuffed his sheathed puukko to his belt and looked around to see if they were watched, not in a way 'what the hell are those doing', but in a way 'I must report this to my superiors'.

[Saxon]

Saxon smiled in an amused way, "Nice stare, must have the waiters and the young girls quaking in their shoes." He switched his attention to Vasara, "No problem, boots and fists might not do as much damage as fang and claw but they sure get your point over."

He glanced down at Vasara's hands, "Don’t go lighting any matches unless you want to give people a show. Talking of which." He grinned at Rockerfella, "Don’t be flashing that stare around in there, some would take it that you think you are hard and want to prove it. Let Vasara do the staring he is better at it and can sort it if they want to make something of it."

[Rockerfella]

Edward put on his indifferent lawyer face and said

'If you two had bothered to ask the right questions in the first place and from what i hear, the last person you both questioned got thrown off a building. If my approach doesn't work then feel free to intimidate away. But I on the other way have other ways to put fear into people. That stare you just witnessed was my contempt for people making judgments and pushing others around without knowing the whole story so to speak.'

Edward let this settle into Saxons obviously thick skull, which had no doubt displaced many a nose on peoples faces.

He pushed the antenna back into the cover of the mobile phone and placed it back into his pocket, turned to Vasara and Saxon ;

'I have the details of the bounty hunters last residence and other information, but lets first see what else we can gather from the leech as you so put it. Let me do the talking, as she wont have a clue what I am, but you two she will smell coming through the door. If I can t get anywhere, I will walk away and you two can have your fun.'
{Activate scent of running water and before he starts talking to the vampire he activates persuasion as well.}

'So any questions or queries? Better to get it out int he open before we walk in there, you never know how many baddies are in there backing her up.'

With that Edward pulled out another cigar and lit it up, took a quick sip of his hip flask and waited for their replies.

[Tony Vasara]

"I don't mind fire... but my intention is not light myself up, it still hurts like hell, this is just for the scare. Leech smells gasoline and starts thinking where else I have spilled it." Vasara said to Saxon before opening up to Edward.

"Are you telling me what I should do? Do you want to be Alfa? Make a challenge if you want to lead, but remember that it would be me who decides the form of the challenge and you can be damn sure we wouldn't be playing chess!" Vasara whispered through his teeth to Edward.

"That vampire is not 'she', it is IT. It is a dead thing walking, pretending to be human to get closer to it's prey and hide from us, corrupting others wherever it goes, ruining lives and feeding on lifeforce of innocents. It is a bloated leech on fair and fragile skin of our already wounded and weakened Mother and we do NOT just sit down and try to talk with them!" Vasara had a strong urge to run amok inside the Cathedral and Rage until there was not a stone left unturned.

But as soon as Vasara got that out of his system, he thought things through again. Edward had a point.

"...but our mission today is not to fool around with leeches, it's to find, and if possible, to save imprisoned garou. Now that you told me you know the last known residence of Dimitrovic, we don't need to go inside yet. Leech is not our priority."

Vasara got back inside the truck and gave a hateful stare at the building. It was like the Last Cathedral was mocking him, challenging him to come in and test his strength. Vasara comforted himself with a thought that they would come back in full force soon...

"Give Saxon directions." was all Vasara said to Edward.

[Rockerfella]

'No need to be hasty, Vasara. And I have no designs on your position, besides I haven't even been officially accepted into the Sept as yet. I think we should get what information we can out of this leech as you put it. I only have details that don't do us much good on actually getting real Intel on the bounty hunter that the leech will no doubt have, if you say it has the connections and dealings that it has. I have the last known address, but like you say he would have long gone by now.'

Edward waited for this to sink in and hopefully make sense to the two meat heads, as they were obviously ready to rush off and crush things without further a do. As much as getting rid of the enemies of Gaia, they enemies of it could be put to better use, through leading them to more valuable prey.


'Besides it shouldn't take long to get the information we need, besides you both seem to be keening to get at this leech and make it disappear pretty quick. Just remember as bad as it is, it may well lead us to bigger and better prey. Remember we are trying to rescue fellow Garou.'

Edward took another sip of his hip-flask, savouring the warmth as it went down his throat, this was something he had to thank his father for.

He is ready to enter the club, but is deferent to Vasara's decision.
Subconsciously he runs his hand through his hair and flicks his hair back from his face.

[Saxon]

Pretty boy was proving to be amusing Saxon decided, trying Vasara's patience was not the greatest of ideas. Although immediately backing down was, shame really it would have been entertaining seeing Vasara pounding on Edward.

"Your idea has sense though, agree Vasara?" Saxon cocked an inquiring eyebrow at Vasara. "Soon as us two walk through the door any leech with any sense is going to be having one eye on us and the other on the nearest exit. Where was a well dressed dude like yourself is not going to be raising any alarms, they will just think you a city slicker being daring."


Saxon straightened, "So if the boss agrees you go in first and then we will follow a few minutes later." He winked at Edward, "Get yourself a bottled beer, break the end just right and you can give some one a real carving without having to shift."

[Tony Vasara]

"You don't need to be officially a member of pack to make that challenge, so keep that in mind when you feel like talking too much. But this sounds like a working plan. We'll go in." Vasara's lone eye gleamed with hate as he stared the entrance of the Last Cathedral.

"We will grab their attention, so no-one won't even look at you when you try to find our target. With any luck the bouncers will try to keep us outside, if that happens, the security will have their hands full on us so they'll have no time to make any trouble to you." Vasara said to Edward.

"Start moving. We will follow you in five minutes."

[Rockerfella]

Edward took his queue and headed for the night club, with the air that he owns everything. Which is not hard to play as he comes from quite a wealthy background and still is.

{Activate scent of running water and Persuasion}

He has a quick look at the entrance to the nightclub and queue, if there is one, and walks straight past it and into the club. Totally ignoring the security or bouncers (If they try to stop him he just places cash in their hands and continues inside).

Once inside the nightclub, he purveys the surroundings looking for the one he seeks, failing that he walks straight to the bartender and asks for the proprietor of this fine establishment.

Slips the bartender a $20 for his/her time.

Once she has been pointed out to him, he sends what ever the favorite drink, recommended to her before making his way over to talk to her.

Once he has found her, he makes his way through the crowd and introduces himself, seeing as he is a high profile lawyer in town, he doesn't see the point in hiding his real identity. In fact it could work quite well in the current circumstances...

'Greetings my fine lady, I am Edward Rockerfella, I hope was not too forward with the drink.'

To which he points to the drink that was delivered before he got there.

With that said he waits and see what the reaction is and acts accordingly.

[Shehrazad]

The man at the bar pointed Edward in the direction of a young woman, in her early to mid twenties, dressed all in black, possibly to blend in with the rest of the goths in the Cathedral.



Edward could not deny the fact that she was extremely beautiful. She wore just enough makeup to cover the fact that she was dead. She was also exceptionally graceful, and moved with a flawless confidence that not only matched Edward's, but made him feel a little awkward. In fact, Edward had to shake himself to remind himself of his mission.

She looked right up at him and flashed him a careless smile.
"Not at all," she said. "I was wondering when you'd come in here. Are your friends just going to deny me their company by waiting outside then?"

[Rockerfella]

Edward was a little taken back by this young lady, seemed she was as much of a charmer as he was if not more so. He had to watch himself carefully.

'My friends..oh they will be along shortly, they aren't very good with words. Hence my coming to you first, they have a nasty habit of wrecking the place first when a nice simple conversation could have done the trick first.'

Edward thought there was no point in lying to her about his fellow Garou, she obviously already smelt them outside or knew of them by sight anyways. She was a trafficker in information by looks of things anyway, so would make perfect sense.

'Well I will get to the point then, you obviously know who my associates are and myself. We are looking for two friends of ours taken by a bounty hunter called Dimitrovic, I already have his last known residence. But I'm pretty sure he would have moved on by now. I want to know where I can find him and who he works for, I can pay handsomely for the information, or my associates may intervene and things will then be out of my control.'

Edward pulled a Cuban cigar from his stash in his coat pocket, offered the vampire one. Then lit up and started blow smoke rings up into the air, also sipped from his hip flask, a little dutch courage so to speak. After all its not every day you speak with a dead person.

Edward sat back with the confident smug look on his face that he used with every case in court, that knowing the outcome in his favour and eventually victory.

[Tony Vasara]

Vasara had great difficulties on waiting for those few long minutes, he was drumming the hood of the truck with his fingers and checking his clock every fifteen seconds. Finally, after waiting patiently for whole three and a half minutes, he straightened up, cracked his knuckles and said smiling viciously to Saxon "It's close enough, don't you think?"

Vasara walked straight to the front door, taking icy eye-contact with bouncer before he was even near the entrance. He walked straight in, preparing to use the bouncer as a battering ram if anyone tried to block his way in. Only thing that distracted his grim determination for a short moment was a group of extremely provocatively-dressed goth-girls in their tight clothes made of latex and velvet.