Three And Counting...

[Isaac Erasmus]

Isaac moves to refill the bowl.

Isaac shrugs at the news, but frowns internally. If the cat's not connected to Cassy, then that means there's another group mixed up in this. Which ruins the chance that it's a nice clean one vs. one kind of deal. Just how many groups are mixed up in this Isaac wonders.

"Fair enough. Alright, well then what can you tell me about that. Isaac nods towards the red x on the floor."

[Storyteller]

The cat laps at the bowl for a moment. Then pauses. He looks at the saucer, then places his head beneath the edge of the desk and tips the remains into his mouth at once.

"Ugh lemme see... some broad... spews nonsense.... nah sorry, I ain't got nothing. That's way too generic for these boroughs guy. Either she's getting information from somewhere we ain't, or she's got another way of doin' it. Who knows these days anyway?"

He makes himself comfortable in the chair, settling down.

[Isaac Erasmus]

Isaac shrugs. "Can't say I blame you."

Isaac calmly approaches the bowl and pours the cat a drink. Finishing and taking a swig for himself, Isaac leans on an adjacent table.

Isaac coolly looks the cat in the eye. In his mind they are equals, as are all things. In Isaac's view power and talent, or lack thereof, are no reason for anyone to subjugate themselves to another. That being said, Isaac certainly believes in respect, but he also believes it to be a mutual concept. The cat has not yet done anything to deserve his scorn, so he'll see if it can earn his trust.

Isaac addresses the cat as he would an acquaintance, albeit a formal one. "Well Mr. Sidhe, as my bespectacled friend here said, you aren't the first to tell us about some bad news. We were all led here by a girl with a similar story. Would it be safe to assume you're connected with her somehow?"

[Storyteller]

The Cait Sidhe stares at you. "What, you think I'm gonna drink from that nasty ass thing? Kids these days..." He pounces behind the desk for a moment, then comes back out dragging a small wooden bowl, which you are fairly certain was not there before. He takes up the side of the saucer in his mouth, then drops it on the desk in front of you while sitting in the computer chair, taking almost as much space as a human would in the seat.

[Isaac Erasmus]

Isaac gestures towards the receptacels with a nod and a shrug, asking for the cat's preference.

[Storyteller]

There's a coffee mug on the desk, but it has the dregs of the last drink in it at the bottom. Additionally, there are several small pans used for the containment of.... fluids. Some are clean, and some are decidedly not.

[Isaac Erasmus]

Isaac blinks. Isaac looks around the room. Isaac blinks again. Well that was fast.

Isaac knew that they were going to run into stuff like this sooner or later he just.......not so soon, and it's not quite what he expected. Dammit Bob where the hell are you????? Isaac thinks to himself.

Isaac breathes a sigh of relief. The cat doesn't seem hostile. At least not yet.

Isaac shakes himself out of his stupor. "Well Mr. ....Sidhe? It appears as though you have quite the story to tell, and that we have a lot to discuss." Isaac brings out his flask and gestures with it towards the cat. "And as I personally believe, any large discussion should be had over a nice drink. Care for some?" Isaac looks around for something to put the whiskey in for the large feline.

[Storyteller]

The cat pauses for a second.

"Man, I seen a livelier bunch a fuckin' zombies than you guys," noting the lack of activity in the room. "Anyway, like I was sayin', we got these relics. One a'them is something Greek, and it's coming to the Museum of Natural History sometime around November. That's all we know about that one, it's being kept pretty hush hush." He starts to pace back and forth around the X on the floor. "Next, we got the Pesedjet piece. That guy, what's his face...." The cat turns to face the side of the room that has the wall receptacles on it, then stares for a second as he reads something. "Meedler. That's it. Creepy guy. He dug up some kinda egyptian.... thing. Must a'been studying it or sometin', 'cause he bit it right afterwards. That's really all we got on those freaks right now," the cat smiles before continuing "lost a lot of good sprites gettin' that info." He ends with a sneer. "Anyway, we could use the help. We know they're looking for more, but not what or where. We're still chasing our tails on the why for all of these in the first place, but with those guys it can't be any good," he ends with a flick of his tail.

[Storyteller]

The cat looks over at Vincent.

"Yeh, well I ain't about to tell you 'bout no two bit little broken nail. The kinda problems we got are big - if they weren't, then I woulda never been here. Although, I suppose I should at least introduce myself," The cat sits up from his prone position, sitting on his hind. "I am the Cait Sidhe, and my job is to do what I do best - kill. I freelance for the wild fey, assorted as they may be. Unfortunately, despite being as damn good at my job as I am, I can't be everywhere at once," he ends with a sniff in the air.

"So here's what it comes down to; the fairy courts have gotten together for once in their sorry ass eternal lives to at least agree on a proposition, and I'm their grand message boy to you idiots," He glances around the room at everyone. "We have some issues with cults following the titans, and it ain't just in New York. We're handling shit across the globe, but we just don't have a whole hellofa lot of people over here. Our intelligence division -," he mumbles under his breath something about "thieving bastard sprites" for a moment, then coughs up a hairball before resuming. "Egh. Our intelligence says that the cult in the city is interested in some artifacts, and they come from a bunch a' different pantheons."

[Dimas Delgado]

Dimas takes a few steps to his left and leans/sits on the table and crosses his arms. He then looks at everyone then back to the cat.

[Storyteller]

[[The windows the cat were sitting on are situated on the north - northeast section of the room. You both are able to ascertain this fairly quickly. Additionally, Conroy you are aware that the direction from which a side approaches has no correlation to its court... Sorry, but I already rolled for knowledge rolls. Just because you are asking again isn't going to give you more information on the same topic which has already been rolled for.]]

[Vincent Faustino]

I assume a more relaxed stance, but keep my knives out and goggles on.
"You wouldn't be the first to tell us about problems recently."

[Storyteller]

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

'D10' : 6, 10, 1, 7, 4, 4

[Conroy]

[[Well, he's kinda in the center of the room now. That theory is wasted. I'd like to know where he started from still.]]

Also, I know what the Cat Sidhe is, but Conroy doesn't.

Rolling Occult + Int +1 epic

[Vincent Faustino]

[[I'll do the same as Conroy with Unerring Orientation, assuming it's possible to use it like that.]]

[Storyteller]

[[No, that will be fine.]]

The cat looks back and forth at the gathered people in the room before speaking.

"Well ain't you guys talkative?" He asks, as he jumps down from his perch. "Yeah, I'm what they call the Cait Sidhe," [[cat she pronunciation]] he says as he stalks across the floor towards the red X. "... and I'm here to talk to your sorry asses about some problems we've been having here." The cat bends his head towards the X, gives it a little lick, then stretches to lay down beside it.

[[I'm getting tired of waiting on posts, but I want you guys to be able to chime in if you want to. So I'm going to do a post a day of maybe a paragraph of the cat talking. If no one chimes in, I'll continue. Otherwise, he'll respond. Posts will be faster if you guys contribute.]]

[Conroy]

Conroy lets the others do the talking. His Gaelic is rusty. However, he does squeeze the record button on the voice recorder in his pocket. He has about six hours of tape to use. (I'm trying to be stealthy. Do I need to make a roll to conceal the twitch of a finger that's inside my pocket, or can It just be assumed that I succeed?)

(Also, I want to use unerring orientation to determine which cardinal direction of the room the cat is on. It might give my character a clue to what court the cat is aligned to.)

[Dimas Delgado]

[[When you said heavy steal door i was thinking maybe 2 inches max, not Vault door sized door, I wouldn't have even tried if I knew it was that thick]]

After a second or two of utter confusion Dimas begins to remember something vaguely familiar about this cat. Wait, it can't be... from that old Irish book, but those are just myths... or was there truth to that weird man's words. "así, el anciano dijo [well, the old man did say] 'listen to the cat,' so what is it you have to tell us?" Dimas says as he takes a much more relaxed posture, casually walking toward the center of the room, avoiding the X.

[Storyteller]

[[Int + Occult rolls were made for everyone, here are the results: Isaac, Conroy, and Vincent - you all know that this cat is clearly supernatural, and is more than likely related to the Sidhe (Irish mythology). Dimas, you know that this is likely an unaligned spirit, given that it appears to be championing neither the winter nor the summer court. Crewer, you think that cat isn't normal. It talks!]]

Also, yes, I am aware of the number of successes you made on the door. I would like to reiterate - the door is approximately 8 inch thick solid reinforced steel.

Check the things not supposed to be in the main thread.... thread... for a map of the room. Click the little broken image thing to be taken to the picture.]]

Now that the room is dimly lit, it is much easier to see. The cat looks to be approximately five feet in length, and has jet black fur covering the entirety of its body with the exception being a small tuft of white on its chest. It has amber colored eyes that reflect in the dim light of the room, which is now lit by the meager amount of light filtering in through the opened windows. The previously mentioned cross in the center of the room is now very clearly a brown color, reminiscent of congealed blood.

The cat flicks its lengthy tail back and forth with a hearty smirk, soaking in the expression of Dimas in particular.

[Storyteller]

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

'D10' : 8, 1, 9, 6, 1, 4

[Conroy]

Shit. Well, the windows are open now at least. The cat could be something egyptian or possibly a chimera. Might even be a sphinx of some sort.

Int + occult to figure out what the puss is. 1 epic.

[Dimas Delgado]

What the hell is that lock made of, a solid sidekick and it didn't even budge [[5 successes, that's like a solid police ram hit]]

Dimas then sets his foot down and turns to see who is talking. He stops mid turn donning a face when he sees a cat talking.

What.... The.... Fuck....

[Storyteller]

Dimas' heel strikes against the door with a solid thud, but the door seems unfazed by the impromptu attack.

From across the room near the windows comes a voice, dripping with a Brooklyn accent: "Now why would'goo go and do a thing like that?" [[would-j-oo, pronunciation]]

Laying across the bevel at the base of the open window at the other end of the room is a monstrous cat. As it stretches, it claws at the nearby windows, opening them up. It then quickly jumps across the remaining windows, cutting the remaining blinds down before returning to its original position.

"Bettah," the cat spits out, as it resumes its relaxed position on the original windowsill.

[Storyteller]

The member 'Dimas Delgado' has done the following action : Dice Roller

'D10' : 5, 9, 3, 4, 4, 2, 7, 8, 7

[Dimas Delgado]

"Bueno" Dimas picks his foot off the ground bringing his knee to his chest. Then his heel goes flying to his right, meeting the door with a loud thwack (Possibly a crack if the lock breaks).

[Strength + Brawl] + 1 E

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