Oh My...

[Isaac Erasmus]

Isaac takes the number of this new tall dark man. Who is he? What does this mean for Isaac and Huico's relationship? Stay tuned!! the large fellow. He does not give out his number yet.

"I'll be in touch." Isaac says to Dimas, indicating his reluctance to relinquish his own phone number as of yet.

"This way is......." Isaac glances over at Huico, "a bit free-willed, but yes. I'll let you know if I find out anything of value."

[Vincent Faustino]

I accept Dimas' number and give him mine.
"That officer we passed on the way in the door might know."
I look over at Isaac, "You said you had a way to keep tabs on her right?"

[Crewer]

Huico watches Dimas leave. Very well then.

"If he must have time for himself then so be it. I feel we cannot be kept apart for too long. Do any of you have a theory as to what happened here and where Hanson has gone?" Huico faces the rest of the group.

[Dimas Delgado]

Looking up at Vincent with a most serious face Dimas says, "I assure you, I am thoroughly unprepared for whatever you people may encounter next." Turning to Huico he says, "I a sorry, this is something I need to do alone, If you wish to speak with me I will call you as soon as I have... sorted thing out." Dimas then goes to pass out the slips of paper and collect the numbers of all those willing, Huico First.

[Vincent Faustino]

With the Cait Sidhe gone, I put my knives away. I then address Huico and Dimas:
"You sure you don't wanna stick around and help find the men who are trying to bring about the apocalypse?"

[Crewer]

Huico realizes he's a bit out of his element. The others can do the investigatory work, but Huico's never been a detective. And I have my own mission, Mi Dios.

"You say you must leave to find a man? I am excellent at finding men. And the sight of all this blood makes another of my responsibilities more clear to me now. What say we walk together?" Huico motions toward the exit.

[Storyteller]

The member 'Isaac Erasmus' has done the following action : Dice Roller

#1 'D10' : 10, 2, 9, 3, 8

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#2 'D10' : 7, 2, 5, 4, 7

[Isaac Erasmus]

Isaac nods silently. His mind is elsewhere, swimming with questions.

Plenty of talking just now, not enough answers. I've got more questions now than when I walked in the door. This is not bueno good. Time to get some answers.

Isaac walks up to the blood to inspect it.

Int + Medicine (5 dice 1 Epic)

Perception + Investigation (5 dice 2 Epic)

[Dimas Delgado]

After digesting all of what he just heard, Dimas stands up. "Amigos así, according to 'Dad' we should 'Listen to the cat.'" He says as he heads for the desk. "You guys can hang out here if you wish. I apparently have someone I need to meet." Reaching the desk he searches for a pen and paper. "However before I go, might I get your cellphone numbers?" Finding what he needs [[I'm assuming he finds post it notes or something]] he looks up, counts the PCs, and begins writing his number. "Here is mine in case something urgent comes up."

[Conroy]

Conroy kneels down for a better look at the blood. Usually he's the one manipulating where the blood falls, this is no new subject to him.

"It seems we've stumbled into someone's idea of a treasure hunt. This is no natural blood trail. Too regular, too deliberate. We're exactly where the bleeder wants us."

He pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of the blood trail, then the 'X.' He sends the pictures to his email, just in case.

[Storyteller]

The Cait Sidhe, seeing that he is obviously not needed and already on his way out, makes his way over to his original window. He paws at the latch at the bottom, and slides through to the street outside.

[[==>Conroy: Check private messages.]]

[Storyteller]

The member 'Conroy' has done the following action : Dice Roller

'D10' : 6, 5, 2, 8, 8, 5, 3

[Conroy]

Conroy stops recording as soon as the cat is gone. He also makes note that he shouldn't get on pretty boy's bad side so long as he's holding the favor.

((I don't think anyone went CSI all up in here, so here I go.))

Conroy expects the crime scene. ((Edit: inspects.))

Rolling Invest+Int+1epic

[Storyteller]

"Hell if I know. We're up to our asses in trouble with the titan spawn as it is. If anyone else does get in touch any time soon, it sure as hell ain't gonna be me," the cat ends as he leaps down from the table.

[Isaac Erasmus]

Isaac nods in thanks and steps towards the table to retrieve the pouch, placing it inside on of his inner jacket pockets.

"We'll be sure to make wise use of it. I'm assuming one of yours will be in touch?"

[Storyteller]

The cat just leans forward again, seeing that the bickering has stopped.

"Looks like the fuckin' zombies got themselves some brains," he sighs for a second. "I ain't got nothin' more for ya. Not that I'd give it to ya if'n I did..." He jumps down from his chair and starts to stalk towards the door.

"Right, almost forgot. You guys are supposed to get paid for this or some shit like that." He jumps behind one of the tables, and comes back out holding the thongs of a small leather pouch in his teeth.

He sets the pouch down on a steel table, hopping up on it to match.

"Right, so this is your payment for now. It's all we got to spare in the area, not that it's a whole lotta fuckin' much. Don't open the bag until you need help. When you do, use what's inside it and any fae that are aligned with us will get their asses over to you to help out. Although, I ain't gonna shit you, it probably ain't going to be me. Lata' the courts are gonna try to get somethin' a little more substantial put togetha', but for now know you'll be owed a debt by the Sidhe."

[[Isaac, Vincent, Conroy, and Dimas: You are all aware that having a debt to the Sidhe is a significant boon which is not to be underestimated.]]

[Isaac Erasmus]

[[Isaac interjects upon hearing the beginning of the word "prophet".]]

Isaac shoots Vincent a silencing look, raising his voice over his so to cut him off. We are not giving away all two pieces of information so readily. "Was informed. As for the specifics of how, she wasn't too clear."

Isaac sighs internally. I'm going to have to have a nice, long talk with these guys after this. We don't know anything about this cat, and he could just as easily be an enemy than a friend.

Isaac once again returns to addressing the feline, pocketing the flask. "Which brings us back to the fact that we don't know too much about what's going on around here. Could you possibly shed some light on the situation?"

[Conroy]

This is silly.

Conroy is similarly passive in conversation. He doesn't start at the cat, he just looks to and fro normally. No need to interject. The pretty boy's got this.

[Dimas Delgado]

[[My post was supposed to come right after the two in a row by Will and before yours but due to video games you posed before i did and it came up with an 'are you sure you want to post' page, but i didn't notice, again, because i was playing video games so it sat there for three hours which was when that huge post war happened after which point what i wanted to post was almost moot, however i still wanted to post it because it is an important thing to note for the character]]

[[and if you are having trouble understanding how he is sitting it is similar to the fetal position but relaxed, arms resting on knees]]
[[and sorry for the OoC WoT]]

[Isaac Erasmus]

[[I actually would like to interrupt Dennis here. Is that alright? Also, Dimas, I'm confused about your most recent post.]]

[Vincent Faustino]

"The girl we mentioned is a prophet, and saw images of destruction centered here in New York City, along with the name Hanson. Our search for Hanson led us here to you, but do know if the man himself has anything to do with this?"
[[Not sure if I mentioned I'm on swing shift, but I have class from 4pm to midnight, so I missed all of that. Also, the only internet I have in the dorm is my phone, so I'm typing on a touch screen and it's annoying.]]

[Dimas Delgado]

Dimas sits there dumbstruck by what he just heard. Half way through the zombie line he just gets up and quietly makes his way to an empty corner of the room, sits down on the floor arms crossed, elbows resting on his knees. He then stares intently at the talking cat.

[[Damnit guys I did not expect this much in what, 4 hrs just pretend this is right after the post it is supposed to be after]]

[[Just to clarify, I started before Isaac and finished after him (vidja) but didnt notice the 'are you sure' page (again, vidja) and so now its here]]

[Crewer]

Huico receives the glare, clenching his fist. No. Calm. He's somewhat right. We need answers and so far the cat's been forthcoming without persuasion. He unclenches his hands and decides what's best for everyone is unity in the face of a stranger, managing to bring himself to a place of relative ease of breath.

"Yes, tell us more."

[Isaac Erasmus]

Isaac cuts Huico a quick glare, as though to say We are not in a bargaining position right now.

Isaac returns his attention to the cat, with a warm expression on his face. "I think a better way to put it might be this: We're aware that something is about to go down, but we already have our own agenda at the moment." Or rather, are still trying to figure out what the hell is going on. "I don't believe it's unreasonable to say that we're uncomfortable to agreeing to anything without more information."

Isaac cuts Huico one more glare. We are not looking for payment. Not from the cat, anyway.

[Crewer]

Huico, having made the connection that the annoying voice is, in fact, coming straight from the horse's cat's mouth, decides he's let this go on far enough.

"Why should we help you? We've got our own mission, and nothing's free. But if you could make it worth our while..."

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