Claramilla: EVERYBODY SIMMER DOWN! I am leading this investigation team and I will ask the questions. Special Agent Dinicu will be observing. Agnethe: Oh right, we're best friends at the office because I'm the only one who talks to you - but they put me out in the field and you start pulling rank. Now I'm starting to see why everyone else thinks you're weird, Viking Girl.
Maddox: [places hand over heart, offended] I'm hurt! I'm fantastic, look, I just made a room out of nothing! I mean, fighting's great and all, but pissing off everyone else probably wouldn't be good for us.
Alex: Thank god another sane person here. We need to calm this situation down Claramilla, my sister is really not kidding around, she'll kill your friend Agnethe if this goes on for much longer. Alex: *sighs* I apologize on behalf of my sister, Vanna. She can be hotheaded sometimes, but she's really sweet once you get to know her, I swear.
Nick: Oh fantastic, there are vampires in here now? The League never taught me how to deal with that.
Zarakharn: Strange motion, but I suppose that's the equivalent of a bow for your kind. I can think of several ways I could kill you right now. You're only six feet tall. I should hope you have respect enough to bow to your own ruler, if not to me. Now, to my question: What language am I speaking? Sartigar: [glides around the room, slithering around peoples' legs]
Alex: Unless you have some sort of superpower, or access to magic or magical artifacts or have some kinda super weapon or something, you wouldn't have much of chance against us, no offence. The best you can hope for is to evade a vampire long enough for them to lose interest and give up. 'Course you really don't have to worry about that now, My sister and I are friendly (well, she is most of the time *sighs)
Anna: And I can think of fifty, at least half of which involves me torturing you brutally in very...creative ways, until you die.
Anna: No just really really hard to kill. And over 3 centuries old so I have plenty of experience and knowledge.
Vanna: Yes, that is how we greet far superiors in Great Britain. In a series of books I love, girls curtsey to their headmistress. You're speaking English - I assume, since I can understand you. [to self] I miss Dav.
Zarakharn: Who's Dav? The Rishnaran: I decided to introduce Zarakharn from his pre-encountering the protagonists stage, so he hasn't met Dav yet. Though I doubt he ever learned his first name.
Agnethe: Yeah, she seems like real team-player *Claramilla elbows Agnethe in the ribs" Claramilla: Look, we're just trying to discern if the reports of vampirism here have any connections to the our other investigation of occult behaviors. Have any of you been to Copenhagen or Greenland recently, and are any of you familiar with the work of William Channing Webb? Agnethe: Also, do any of you kill people, chop off their limbs, and upload the pictures to the internet - because that's f***king gross and I really wish you'd stop doxxing my computer with that garbage.
Aidan : yawning "I've been to Greenland, it was fecking cold but full of trolls, the bounty just about covered the costs of hiring the ship... but then I had to leave Shannon in a hurry on account of a misunderstanding with the high king" Cira : snorts "misunderstanding ? You got drunk and sang a bawdy ballad about the kings counsel shagging his daughter on a mountain top.... at her wedding, then fought and killed the groom and the best man when they took offence"
Alex: I'm happy to help you guys out with your investigation anyway I can. Anna: I'm not Alex: Shut up Ann. Alex: Anyway, I was in Copenhagen some six months ago, but Greenland, we haven't gone there in a long time. Who's William Channing Web? Alex: What the...no we don't do that, we're not psychopaths. Sounds like you guys are dealing with some super messed up bastards. I have contacts in the..well, let's just say the darker side of the magical world, maybe I could dig something up for you about this whole thing. Anna: Now that we're all friends and stuff, can I drink you Agnethe? *smiles sweetly Alex: Not helping Ann.
Agnethe: *glaring* That depends on how many games you want to let me play with wooden stakes - I have my own blood issues. Claramilla: And moving on...Alex, we're definitely looking for people on the "darker side of the magical world" as you call it. Specifically we're trying to locate a man - about six feet tall, white, with a red goattee - likely associated with the Copenhagen dockyards. We think he might have connections with a Greenland-based cult, and so far, every source we've met has abruptly gone cold. Agnethe: That's only true if you mean literally going cold - also they have a problem with rigor mortis. Claramilla: *under her breath* We're not supposed to be divulging that, Agnethe!
Aidan : she's still in shannon , but her father's not in the best of moods, what with Cira turning into an owl and clawing out his eye Cira : to be fair that was while he was trying to kill you with a chain mace
Vanna: You've all had such exciting adventures - I'm so glad that I'm not doing anything like that any more!
Zarakharn: I could relate a few tales. Sartigar: [sneaks up behind Aidan] Zarakharn: No, Sartigar, you may not bite them. Come here.
