Paridon: The Dark Metropolis (Ravenloft)

[industrygothica]

Darian sighs as Suki taps on her mask--exasperated, defeated. Without saying a word he turns to leave and find the others.

"Key," he says simply when he finds them, and holds out is hand patiently. Avoiding eye contact, instead he focuses on the details of the lines in his outstretched palm.

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

Calahan groans in discontent.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

OOC: Do we know when the gnomish new year rites end and the gnomes would traditionally doff their masks?

Also: Drama = Fun.

OOC: Yeah, the drama's been kicked up a notch here... I love this debate.

Gnomish new year rites typically last a week, although extra masks float around in unseemly circles for about a month afterward.

 

[kinem]

"And so far as I'm concerned, no one gets to hold himself above those laws in my presence."

Father Berman replies calmly ... perhaps too calmly, a bit eerily under the circumstances "You should remember my words Ru, and I will surely remember yours."

"As for the key - do you think that's safe, Darian?"

Father Berman eyes Darian warily, searching for any sign that the man is not who he seems.

 

[industrygothica]

"As for the key - do you think that's safe, Darian?"

Father Berman eyes Darian warily, searching for any sign that the man is not who he seems.

"What choice have we? With it she cannot speak, and we have no testimony. And if it's not safe, then we have Alek for something after all."

Darian catches Father Berman's gaze, his hand still extended waiting for the key.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

As Fr. Berman catches Darian's gaze, he first gets the feeling that a bit of dust has wandered into his eye. He fights the reflex to simply look away and rub it out, and looks past it. That dusty feeling grows. The priest keeps his gaze on Darian as he feels his eyes dry out and his head starts to throb. He does not see any change in Darian, nothing to indicate that he is not who he seems to be, but he feels that pain.

[sblock=Darian]
Darian, why are you doing this? You know Brian, he will judge you unworthy, just as always. If you seem anything less than human, he will shoot you. Do you have any idea what he wanted to do to Alek? Look. The hate is there. He's going to find a way to destroy him, even go around the system to do so. Is that any way for a policeman to act?

Oh, and if you are afraid of blowing up your precious Suki, there is a way to get the answers you need without ever removing the mask. And you only need to... give her... your rose.[/sblock]

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

Having finished smoking, Calahan turns away from the others to search his bag for something trully special.
Finallly, he finds it, and snorting happily, takes a bite.

The mouth full, he turns around and steps between Ru and Father Berman, smacking,
and holding his newfound treasure up like a sword.

"Delicious Barovian pepper sausage! - Anyone wants?"

He says, spraying small flesh pieces all over his uniform.

 

[Rhun]

Perrin remains quiet during Ru and Berman's discussion. Personally he sided with Ru, as much as the thought of Alek going free pained him.

A disgusted look crosses Perrin's face at the offer of sausage, but is quickly replaced. "No, um, thank you Calahan." He turns his attention back to the others, since they continued to ignore his suggestion concerning Brass. "Would a couple of you like to accompany me? I'm going to go do some digging to see what I can find about Brass."

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

Callahan suddenly grunts and spits half of the sausage on the ground around him.

"Bone!"

Pulling flesh from his mouth with his finger, he addresses Perrin: "Count me in."

 

[Rhun]

Perrin nods at Calahan. "Very good." Then he smiles wryly. "Just try to keep your calm when we begin asking questions.