The block feels watched. An idling van with no driver, a pawn shop window dark but not empty, faint chalk runes in the gutter hint at an old resistance route. Somewhere down a blind alley, a saxophones distant notes curl through the brick canyons, echoing promises of secrets and danger. This corner is where your crew waits for the deal that could break Seattles hidden empire or bury you in it.

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Gabriel admits at Amber’s words, “I tend to be difficult to pin down sometimes. Usually the best way to meet me is by getting abducted.”

Dovie blinks at Obadiah and sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Right… right…”

Lillian follows along at all of this easily enough. “Maybe I should just start getting myself abducted on the regular to meet people then,” she jokes.

Esme snickers at Obadiah’s ‘introduction’, taking a moment to orient herself once they’re out of the mirror and in the familiar Square. She briefly eyes the pawnshop a moment before moving to the van.

Dovie looks out the window at the flickering neon sign that casts a pall over the van.

Obadiah blinks a few times as they all step through the mirror and walks over to the utility van parked near by opens the back. Inside is a complete investigation surveillance system similar to what the police might use. In fact this van was probably ‘borrowed’ from the SPD. Or auctioned off and retrofitted.

As everyone piles in he pulls up a PowerPoint presentation on one of the monitors and takes out a collapsible pointer, motioning with it as he talks. “Right, well, in July these 5 individuals,” its a picture of Esme, Gabriel, Dovie, Obie, and two others, “Raided a blood vault located just north of here in Capital Hill. Shady criminals that they are, they escaped to the Seattle Underground. Shortly there after, Orderites and Courtiers both began disappearing.”

Gabriel squints at the photo during the explanation, mumbling loud enough to be heard, “Hey, I think I know those guys..”

Esme looks over powerpoint, “Nah, never seen ’em.” She decides after a beat with an amused look. Her expression shifts toward the serious though as Obadiah continues on. “Any of ’em turn back up?”

Amber settles in to watch the presentation, giving a little gross-out shudder at the talk of a blood vault. This seems to bother her more than the disappearances. She opens her mouth to speak but instead decides to settle down until Obadiah is done.

“Guess we now know who to ask for directions from while we’re here,” Lillian quietly says aside to Amber before going quiet as the presentation moves to disappeared individuals.

Dovie squints at the photo. “I wasn’t actually there, I had to miss out last minute, but… I guess you photoshopped me in?”

“You would, I however, and am not a criminal with no known criminal associations,” Obadiah tells Gabriel completely seriously before continuing to Esme, “Define turn back up? Bodies of the fae ones, started showing up showing the tell-tail signs of….” He motions to Amber and Gabriel, as if the this is explination enough.” He pauses then taps the screen a moment turning the picture of Dovie into Arachne. “Wrong Fairchild. They all look the same to me.”

He continues, “Body parts, the SPD is starting to poke around. The Order got wind of it and are trying to be good guys. Usuall things.”

“You would, I however, and am not a criminal with no known criminal associations,” Obadiah tells Gabriel completely seriously before continuing to Esme, “Define turn back up? Bodies of the fae ones, started showing up showing the tell-tail signs of….” He motions to Amber and Gabriel, as if the this is explination enough. He pauses then taps the screen a moment turning the picture of Dovie into Arachne. “Wrong Fairchild. They all look the same to me.”

He continues, “Body parts, the SPD is starting to poke around. The Order got wind of it and are trying to be good guys. Usuall things.”

Dovie eyes narrow and she huffs a little, but holds back any commentary in order to listen to the rest of things.

Gabriel leans in toward Amber to clarify to the one other person that would definitely understand, “I believe he means they’ve been bitten by vampires.”

Esme frowns a touch as she listens, “You said there’s a crime scene then? Fresh one we’re gonna go check out and see what we can learn from it?”

“So you’re a criminal with -some- known criminal associations?” Amber chimes in, unable to help herself as she grins crookedly. Then after the gesture towards her, she says, “For one of them, seems like it was probably the fae’s vampire knight that did it.”

Lillian frowns and looks over at Amber, and then back up at Obadiah. “And so I assume none of the victims are vampires themselves then?”

“It’s hard to tell, you know, when you can hoover up the remains of a Vampire,” Obadiah says to Lillian before saying to Amber, “I do have some associates that are known criminals, yes,” he glance specifically to Gabriel and Esme but then looks back, “Yes! There is a crime scene right there in the alley.”

Dovie nods at Obadiah. “We should investigate then. Unless – I don’t mean to rush. Are we pretending to be cops?”

Esme feigns an innocent look, “I know not of these criminal associates you speak of.” Says the woman wearing jewelry with subtle Sons symbols on them. “Yeah we should definitely get eyes on in it.” She agrees with Dovie

Gabriel looks around at the variety of clothing and people that are definitely not police material, “I uh.. I’m not sure pretending to be cops is going to work out so well. We should also definitely be quick because if cops do show up I have a rather extensive record in Washington.” then he adds, “Allegedly.”

Dovie narrows her eyes at Gabriel. “Allegedly.” She hmphs. “Alright then, not cops. We’ll just see what we can find, I suppose. If we get caught, I’m just a random college student and I don’t even know who the fuck you all are,” she turns up her nose with a bratty little hmph as she tries to embrace the role.

“Well I’m happy to keep this quick,” Lillian says as her eyes wander towards the mentioned alley. “I’d rather not chance ending up with an alleged criminal record in Washington of my own.”

“Unless the cops are two-hundred year old supers, shouldn’t be too hard to make them go away and forget we ever happened,” Amber gives a little shrug, glancing to Obadiah, “But if the briefing is done, seems like crime scene time it is.”

appologizes for the interruptiin

Obadiah nods and slides the expendable pointer away and leaps out of the back of the van with a flourish, closing the door behind the gang as they pile out, and make their way to the scene of the crime. “Yes, quite right Amber,” Obadiah says looking more and more like a macabre Willy Wonka.

Dovie wrinkles her nose as the gross smell of this place.

Dovie wrinkles her nose AT the gross smell of this place.

The head of the alley is guarded by two street cops in bright blue uniforms. Beyond them, there is a detective hunched over a body with a sheet pulled up and over it. Next to him stands a rather round man in a waist coat and bowler in eccentric shades and patterns. If he is a normal detective it isn’t one any of you have ever seen before.

Esme’s own nose wrinkles a little as they get closer to the alley. She frowns at the sight of the street cops and the detectives. She dealt with her fair share of crooked cops and doesn’t seem too concerned with their presence in an official capacity. It’s in the every other way capacity. She tries to get a better glance around the alley space from her current vantage point and maybe get a basic read on the not-so-normal detective.

As much as she hates the miasma of this place, Dovie gives another few sniffs to try to figure out whether any clues are airborne.

Gabriel gives some ample side eye to the pigs at the end of the alley and steps to put Esme between him and them as he looks over the scene, primarily keeping an eye on the situation down there while the rest start sleuthing.

Amber hesitates a moment, little fuzzy on whether or not the cops are expecting them. But then she attempts to just kind of stroll past them like she belongs here. Esme gets a small thumbs-up to acknowledge, taking Order presence as a sign to move closer and question, if the cops let her.

Lillian grimaces over the smell and just sort of watches the others take in the scene instead of taking it in herself. The lack of blood piques her curiosity, and so she looks back in the direction of the scene with a raised eyebrow. She crosses her arms as she watches Amber walk past the cops.

Somehow Dovie is less stealthy than Amber but they both manage to take advantage to the two coppers deciding now was a good time to go grab a snack and a cup of coffee at the local bougie coffee shop.

Esme will take advantage of Amber and Dovie’s success if possible, following them deeper down to the alley, keeping an eye out for potential trouble.

Dovie gets closer with Amber and tries to get a look at the body.

Amber slinks through, glancing back at the cops. She lingers in the shadows, studying the crime scene from closer as she tries to remain unnoticed.

Obadiah, for his part, has taken the cops place at the head of the alley, serving a lookout for the rest of the party. Far be it from him to actually get involved in anything that doesn’t need his direct involvement.

Dovie, Amber, and Esme’s investigation is a little more interesting however. Amber can tell right away that who ever, or whatever, was here took all but a few drops of blood with them, something she would instantly know as complete engorgement by another vampire. Someone has a very full belly.

Esme and Dovie are able to come up with a few more clues. The pair of detectives, who probably aren’t mundane, are chatting among themselves about the other murders in a very heated and passionate way. It appears that this body belonged to one Mrs. Rowina Carpenter, known for running a food truck under the James Street over pass near downtown. From the little snippets that are over heard, she was a supernatural of some sort, aligned with who they don’t know, but she had a sister, or sister-in-law, it isn’t completely clear, named Rita Alvarez who frequented the food truck.

Lillian’s curiosity gets the better of her. She has nothing to contribute to the actual investigation, of course, but it looks like from where she’s standing the three have gathered some bits of information. So she heads down the alley towards them, paying little mind to the cops, to see if they might share anything they’ve learned.

Dovie seeks to slide out of the shadows to rendezvous with Lillian and the others. If allowed to without any issue, she reports back in a whisper. “Body is a Mrs. Rowina Carpenter, ran a food truck under the James street overpass near downtown. Was a supernatural of some kind, dunno the affiliation but she has a sister or sister in law, Rita Alvarez, who frequented the food truck too. Think we should investigate more or find out if the sister knows anything?” she wonders quietly.

Gabriel has meandered his way over as well and looks over the body curiously from a distance as he listens to Dovie’s report. When she’s finished he nods a couple of times, “Yeah, I think the sister is a solid lead. She might know the affiliation and maybe know if she has any enemies or has mentioned someone following her recently.”

Esme nods, “Agreed. Feels like that might be the best move.” There’s a quick glance toward the detectives. “I’m not sure they know much more than we do so.” Sister (in-law) seems right to Esme.

Lillian’s furrow upon hearing Dovie’s information. “Do we know if any of the other victims have any affiliations with the other victims? I mean, beyond the obvious — supernaturals, Order, Court. Or did any other victims frequent that area or the food truck?” She goes quiet again to listen to Gabriel, then nods. “We can perhaps get some of this information out of her.”

Amber gives a little sniff, frowning as she eyes the body. She starts to slink back, wanting away from the investigators before listening to the info from Dovie. “Not enough left to check, but I’d wager she was fae,” Amber comments as she pulls out her phone, “Unless anyone has some better intel, questioning her seems right.” She glances to Lillian to make sure she’s okay as she types into her phone. “See if I can’t get some more to go on while we go,” she offers, “Intel’s what I do all day…” To Lillian, she offers, “I mentioned earlier, but seems like another death was a fae by her vampire knight. Have a gut feeling it’s a necromancer.”

Dovie nods at Amber, and then shoots questioning look to Obadiah at someone’ question. “Good question – Lord Butterface?” she whispers, entirely unironic. She seems to have misunderstood what his name is. “If the intel is right this Rita person maybe will be getting food at the truck if we’re lucky.”

Dovie nods at Amber, and then shoots questioning look to Obadiah at Lillian’s question. “Good question – Lord Butterface?” she whispers, entirely unironic. She seems to have misunderstood what his name is. “If the intel is right this Rita person maybe will be getting food at the truck if we’re lucky.”

Gabriel frowns rather deeply at the mention of a necromancer but remains quiet about the subject for now.

“Right,” Lillian says to Amber, nodding. “I was going to ask what the benefit would be for a vampire targeting supernaturals, since you’ve told me they’re not very filling for you all. Necromancer would be a reasonable explanation.”

Gabriel admits, “Well, they are tasty.”

Dovie shoots Gabriel a side-eye.

Esme suppresses a snicker.

Lillian grins over at Gabriel. “Well you can’t savor the taste if you drain them in one go.”

“I was thinking if it’s vampires, it’s just retaliation for tha vault.” Esme figures. “But if it’s a necromancer that’s…I have more questions.”

Dovie nods at Esme. “Should we get back to the van? Or does anyone else want to try to get more info?” she wonders to the group.

Gabriel glances around before saying, “I’m good. We’ve got decent leads.”

“Butterworth, Lady Stickyfingers,” Obadiah chides Dovie from the shadows, because he is a stickler for his bullshit being correct bullshit. “What do you got, Amber?” he questions the woman before looking back around, “I don’t know… An assassin targeting Fae, a dead Court Knight Vampire? Let’s remove the Order angle for a moment… We have dead fae, dead vampires, and pissed off blood bankers.”

Dovie looks down at her hands, to check if they are sticky. They are not. She frowns a little and sighs. “A recipe for disaster,” she murmurs.

Amber is busy for a while. Tragically, she’s too focused to join in on Gabriel’s comment. “Just, like- seems like there’s multiple murderers. And vampires are usually the murder weapon from the clues I know. Not sure how you pull that off without necromancy,” she admits as she waits for some results to load, “Could be replenishing the banks, but why fae blood?” A pause. “The sister seems like a homeless addict, lives with her sister when she can get it together,” she explains, “Twins. More fae evidence. Corpse was Court. Reveler who was keeping an eye on the homeless in the area. Gonna make her harder to find and question.”

“Do we need to interrogate the po-po?” Dovie adds, casting a glance behind them. “See if they have an address for the deceased?”

Gabriel glances over at the cops with that suggestion, “I’m pretty good with hypnotism. Can probably get them to tell us something pretty easily though the others might know something is up. Would be best if we could get one alone.”

Lillian taps a finger against their chin. “Wouldn’t hurt to have it at the very least, but yeah. Gonna be harder if we can’t get one alone.”

“Or one person could use words while Gabriel uses eyes,” Amber leans over to nudge Lillian, “Hit ’em both.”

“Doesn’t one of the detectives have an Order logo, is there some kind of… Orderite connection you can make?” Dovie suggests to the others.

“Couldn’t we just-oh nevermind.” Esme supposes as she works something out in her head. “Yeah that.” Esme nods toward Amber. At Dovie’s question there’s a wry smile and a nod toward Obadiah, “Unfortunately I didn’t keep my lil bit ah Order emblem. Only one person here he might be willing to talk to.”

Lillian gives Amber a wry smile. “Not the worst idea. I wouldn’t mind teaming up on them.”

Esme says “I like the team up idea“

Gabriel lifts a brow at Lillian, “Grab the one’s attention while I have his buddy tell us what we need to know?”

“I’ll take care of the guards,” Dovie tells the group. She straightens up, brushes back her hair and loops around to approach the guards from a different angle from where the group are. She gets close to them, batting her eyelashes as she murmurs demurely, “Excuse me! So sorry, I’m lost… would you be able to give me directions?”

“Sounds good to me,” Lillian says cheerily enough. She watches Dovie go distract the guards and then heads over with Gabriel to distract the detective’s conversation partner.

Gabriel strides right up like he owns the place and greets one of the police, “Good evening, my good man.” when he looks over he catches his eyes in a trance and makes his request as non-suspiciously as possible, “Would you mind telling me where the deceased lived? I met her recently and she mentioned cats. I want to make sure they’re okay.”

Amber is definitely not part of the social cohort, so she lingers back in the shadows and observes.

Dovie is now just flirting with the guards, flicking her hair back over her shoulder. There’s some giggling, some joking.

Meanwhile, Lillian takes the other detective aside. She doesn’t try to get any information out of this since that’s not her job, and instead just tries to busy him with easy conversation. “I love your outfit. So where did you get your clothes?” she says to him, like this is a normal thing to ask someone at a crime scene in an alley.

Dovie proceeds to do hot chick stuff, and with great effect. Like in the cartoons the cops can’t keep their tongues in their mouths and follow the hot rich girl around like a couple of tropes. Gabriel easily grabs one near the back and, after remembering to remove the police officer’s aviators, easily hypnos him. “Um… I don’t know,” the cop says replying back honestly and sincerely.

Lillian likewise has the Order investigator and ‘the other guy’ pretty well distracted and they both look more than willing to assist the purple-haired dame. “Um, The store? It’s faecloth. Do you like it?” the portly man answers before his tall slender friend responds, tapping his cane on the pavement, “We’re looking into this murder. How can we help?”

“I do! It fucking rules,” Lillian says to the one. She looks over at the other with an easy smile. Trusts in her voice and eyes to get the investigator to open up to her, she makes no effort to dress up her request. “Just looking for some information is all. We’re trying to get as much information as possible about Mrs. Carpenter. We’re worried about her sister and were hoping to find her if we can.”

Gabriel rolls his eyes as he notices Dovie and Lillian performing far too well with their good looks and ‘goods’ being more than enough for a distraction, “Should’ve figured.” at the unsatisfying response he looks back the cop he picked out and says, “If anything happens to those cats it’s on you, buddy.” before meandering a bit and seeing if anyone else has better luck.

Dovie ignores everyone except for the guards, just doing her thing in distracting these two until her compatriots are done.

Esme is largely hanging back and observing herself. She gives Gabriel a vaguely amused smile, “You’re still ah 10 t’ me.” She murmurs with a wink before looking back toward the cops. “Still think we should try an’ check out the food truck. Or wherever she was seen last. If the sister knows something’s wrong she might…” emote tilts her head like she’s getting an idea. “Amber, do you got ah picture ah the sister at all that you were able to pull up? It’s ah gamble but if we can’t find her, I might be able t’ reach out t’ her telepathically and try to get her to come to us somewhere.”

The two detectives Lillian are talking to nod and the tall one pulls out a notebook with lots of very neatly written notes in a precise scroll. “Yes, I suppose so, This is the deceased last known address.” He rips out a page and hands it to Lillian, “And the sister is said to live near, currently.”

“Looks like we got our address,” Amber murmurs as she watches Lillian. Then she pulls up her phone to see if a photo was among the data she dredged up already, showing to Esme if so. “Maybe back to the van and we can try stuff on the way,” she suggests.

“Great. Thank you, boys,” Lillian says as she takes the page. “Now you two should head out to bar and discuss what you’ve learned so far. And make sure you get properly smashed. Like, blackout drunk.” She waves them off and turns back around to offer the paper to the group. “Yep. No need to waste time here,” she says to Amber.

Esme peeps the photo that Amber shows, “Perf. Yeah we’ll see what happens when we get there and if I gotta reach out, I’ll try.”

Dovie hears the sounds of goodbyes and ends up saying her own to the guards with a wink before sauntering off into the shadows to wait by the van. No need to draw attention to their group after all.

And much like every cheesy action movie ever… they all jump into the van, and then a map of the city pops ups a red arrow follows the van across the map as Obadiah tries to navigate Seattle traffic, and ultimately makes their way to the address.

As the gang piles out and into the warehouse they find it mostly empty except for the telltale signs of a squatter and the corner. That squatter is a dirty latin woman who is pacing the floor muttering to herself. When Obadiah opens the door, she looks up at the group and cowers in fear behind one of the chairs, terrified.

Dovie steps forward, opening her arms beatifically. “Rita, we come in peace! We are here to help,” she says, all smiles.

Esme enters in with the others, cautious, wary. When she sees the woman she takes a moment to focus, putting up a placating hand of ‘we’re not here to cause trouble’ while also sending some calming vibes her way.

Amber slinks along behind the others, attempting to approach from a sneakier angle. She gives another sniff with a thoughtful frown.

Obadiah pulls out his shotgun as he looks around the dark, cramped room, perfect for an ambush.

Gabriel is always strapped and upon seeing Obadiah is now a bit on edge as well.

Amber seems to not find what she’s looking for with the woman, but her attention swivels to the darkness. She remains out of sight but pulls out her own weapons as well as she searches for whether there’s something else here.

Dovie gets unsettled by her partners and instead tries to see if there’s anything in the dark.

Esme still has her crossbow out but lowered as she tries to help keep the woman calm.

Lillian watches everyone else and then very stubbornly puts her hand to her scabbard instead of grabbing her gun.

In the corner away from the woman, a pair of slightly glowing amber eyes can be seen…

Doviesomeone eyes grow large as she sees the glowing eyes, trying to nudge her companions.

Dovie’s eyes grow large as she sees the glowing eyes, trying to nudge her companions.

Gabriel looks down at Dovie at the nudge then follows her gaze, catching sight of the eyes and reaching for something at his waist but not drawing it.

OOC: I am going to give you all a chance to get ready for combat, monologue, give you a chance to resolve it non-violently if you chose, and then drop the mob.

Lillian’s grip goes to her sword’s hilt and she steps between Amber and the eyes.

Dovie pulls her crossbow up, a low growl issuing from the Fairchild.

Amber remains not one of the social people in the bunch, so she just raises her handgun, bracing it with her knife hand, and aims at the eyes. She waits for either it to act or someone else.

Esme carefully withdraws her machete just in case as she looks to the eyes. “You wanna come out and have a chat?” She calls out to them.

The dark figure takes a step forward, light casting just carefully over his face. “I thought I might be able to draw you all out,” he says in light and airy bass. “You took something that doesn’t belong to you. Orderites and Courtiers. Bleeding hearts all of you. Give me the founder’s blood, and get on your hands and knees so I can slit your throats, and this will all be over.” He looks over to Lillian and Amber, “I am sorry the both of you got wrapped up in this, unfortunately you will have to die as well. Run along.”

Esme looks the others, “Well, I tried.”

Gabriel grabs the boomstick as well once the threats are made.

Lillian scoffs. “I am not going to turn my back to you if I have to ‘die as well’. If you think you’re going to kill me, you’re going to have to work for it.”

Dovie grimaces. “You had your chance to live.”

Esme levels her crossbow at the figures chest.

Obadiah sighs lightly, “I never much liked Seattle anyway… Too damp.”

And with that, the would be assassin uses that vampiric speed to close the distance

Amber doesn’t speak. Won’t reveal her position. She’s also not a bleeding heart. At least not at the moment. She squeezes the trigger.

OOC: Moment

OOC: I am so sorry guys I think I fixed it. Should be either dapper, dressed, or man should be the keywords. If that doesn’t work, I’ll pause the fight again and I’ll just declare you all winners.

OOC: Can I get a thumbs up that everyone is ready?

//OOC: Esme is ready!

Dovie hefts her crossbow!

Amber thumbs-ups as she aims at monster guy.

OOC: Gabriel is ready

Lillian brandishes her sword.

Esme where

Obadiah pants heavily as he stands back from the fight, looking at everyone, and holds his side. He took more than a couple of slashes it seems but he looks around again and then back to the woman, “Are, YOU alright?”

Dovie rushes to Obadiah with a bandage, “I’m okay, where does it hurt??” She’s no doctor but she’s worried enough.

Esme fires off two very precise shots with her crossbow among all the firefighting and stabbing with a stone cold expression. When the mystery man is down her expression goes back to to normal as she stashes her weapos away and turns to look toward Rita.

The woman, Rita, nods vigorously to Obadiah’s question and says, “He… He was real mad about something. Kept saying if he killed enough scrolls they would be back.” She seems rather terrified but then nods, “Yeah I think I am fine.”

Amber only got one shot off, lowering her gun when the killer goes down. While others check on Obadiah, she goes to check the body and make sure he’s good and dead. She doesn’t spare a glance for the woman they’d tracked down.

Esme frowns, “Do you have any idea who he was?” She asks someone. “Did he give you a name at all?”

Esme frowns, “Do you have any idea who he was?” She asks Rita. “Did he give you a name at all?”

Gabriel stashes all of his weapons and lets the others handle the talking.

Lillian puts her sword back in its scabbard and stands back, letting other handles medicine and talking now.

looks down at his hand, the wounds already mostly closed. “I am fine, I am fine,” he says brushing off of Dovie before looking up at Amber and Lillian, giving them both a thumbs up.

Rita shakes her head gently, “He… He said that my sister was an innocent lamb and went on one of those quasi religious rants about scourges of hell and all that.”

Esme just nods at that and draws in a breath. “Alright.” she looks back toward Amber to see if she’s found anything of note on the man.

Amber gives a few pokes with the knife in vital areas just to make sure the body won’t move, searching for a wallet to try to answer the ‘who’ question asked by Esme.

Dovie looks relieved that Obadiah is okay and turns her attention now to the conversation at hand.

Our new friend actually turned to ash pretty quickly after death, leaving only the coat and a few other belongings. An obsidian short sword and some throwing knives. There is no Identification in the pile but there is a note. Apparently the bounty on Obadiah in particular is rather high.

Dovie lets out a whistle at seeing the bounty on Obadiah.

Lillian takes an interest in the obsidian short sword and picks it up to inspect it if no one else gets to it first or stops her. She ignores the rest of his belongings.

Amber eyes the bounty. Then she eyes Obadiah. Back and forth a few times. She shrugs, stands, and offers the note out to Esme, “Dunno if there’s a fingerprint or something on here you can use.” The sword and the rest are left for someone else to loot. She looks back to Obadiah again, “Mission success?”

Esme looks over the note, “Thanks.” She skims it, “Fuckin’ hell…” She just tucks the note away in favor of her cellphone to send out a few texts as Amber asks about the mission state.

“That’s fucking abysmal,” Obadiah pouts. “I am at least worth twice that.” He rolls his eyes and nods, “Mission success. Unless anyone wants to do anything else, let’s head back.”

OOC: Thank you all! I hope you had fun! If you want to do your Cdrives feel free to get those in, along with any other emotes you might want to do before I finish the plot and take us home.

Gabriel glances over at the pile of ash then around to everyone else, “I think I’m good.”

Esme says “I’m good with headin’ home“

Lillian attempts to take that obsidian sword home with her. “Sure. I’m done here.”

Dovie follows the others looking relieved.

Lillian has a brand new obsidian swords

“Think Lil wants to steal all his stuff, but I’m gravy,” Amber offers, giving a thumbs up after putting her weapons away.