Session Start: Wed Feb 01 00:00:00 2017
Session Ident: #Aeons_Asylum

<@Nox_Aegis> <Storyteller> The next evening as people start to gather up outside, Michael and Zaluut are standing outside talking and Kitt and Sascha are standing on either side of a big hole, with a Braizer next to it, filled with a fragrent oil.

<+Blackfyre> <Fiona>  is in a bag.

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° brings out…the bag.

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] arrives wearing a lumberjack shirt and torn jeans. He just stands there silently gazing at the pit, wondering what the heck is that for

<@Nox_Aegis> <Zaluut> approaches the area near the hole, followed by Michael. He looks to the others, then to the bag. “We are going to have to draw it out where we can kill it.”

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° sets the bag down.

<+Blackfyre> <Fiona>  will make Talwar hurt for this.

<+MichaelM> Anne wanders out into the courtyard, a freshly-mainteined shotgun held in one hand, its barrel tossed back to rest on her shoulder. Her expression is inscrutable as she eyes the bag Talwar sets down. She glances up at the sky. “At least the weather’s clearing up,” she mutters somewhat bitterly.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Michael> walks over and carefully unzips the bag, keeping an eye out for anything unusual. “I don’t see any goo. I assume that is a good thing.”

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° takes out some oil in a squirt bottle and then a lighter.

<+MichaelM> Anne readies her shotgun, but keeps it pointed at the ground just next to Fiona’s form.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Michael> looks carefully a moment more and then picks Fiona up out of the bag and puts her on a large metal frame which is set over the hole. “Looks like BBQ.”, he snickers.

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] snorts

<+MichaelM> “Real tasteful there, Smiles.” Anne grunts, refraining from rolling her eye. Her weapon’s barrel tracks the ground just below Fiona, following her as she’s carried to the brazier.

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “I always liked my steak medium rare. Back when I could eat meat that is”

<+Blackfyre> <Fiona>  hears all.

<+Blackfyre> <Fiona>  will make you all hurt.

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “You know, she is only in torpor. She can hear all this. Just a reminder for when she comes to slay more people than just me because I staked her in the first place.” Talwar, always the one to remind people.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Kitt Bishop> sighs, glancing between Sascha and Zaluut, not too close to the hole.

<+MichaelM> “Look, can you two cut the stand-up routine and just fix the kid already?” Anne snaps.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Zaluut> glances over at Anne. “Jumping into setting her on fire will likely kill her. It is better to move slowly.”

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “So we are going to..set her on fire?”

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “Or just put her near the fire?”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Michael> stands up and walks over to the brazier, lighting it up with a whoosh of flame. “The idea is to burn in small amounts.”

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “The creature has to be coaxed out from within. It has to be convinced there is a threat, but not to kill her.”

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “Well then, this should be fun”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Zaluut> looks to Sascha and then one of them assumes a position on each side of her.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Michael> conjures up a handful of shadow, and it waviers and wisps around his left hand.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Sascha> watches carefully, occasionally her skin reacting with a slight ripple.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Sascha> cuts her hand and pours her blood into Fiona’s hand, which then starts to turn black as Sashc’a blood wraps around it on its’ own.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Michael> picks up Fiona’s hand and sticks it into the fire, taking it out and quickly covering it in shadow to make sure it’s out.

<+MichaelM> Anne watches, torn between concern and morbid curiosity. Her weapon’s barrel never ventures far from Fiona’s form, however.

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] observes the strange ritual. Its interesting from an academic perspective

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° watches quietly, awaiting the lil black oily crap to k33l.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Sascha> winces and then moves further up the arm, spilling her blood on the arm and then as it brings the enemy to the surface, Michael burns it away.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Michael> continues on like that, trying to keep it to one side so that she at least doesn’t lose function of both hands, etc if they can avoid it.

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] the scent of burning blood is in the air. He finds it quite unpleasant

<@Nox_Aegis> <Michael> sighs and rips Fiona’s shirt off so they can reach her chest and stomach. He glances to Zaluut, “I am not sure how much further we can go without ashing her.”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Zaluut> sighs but nods and he reaches over, cutting his arm and pouring his blood across her midsection. “We have no choice, it has to go.”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Michael> nods and repeats the process again, trying to use his shadows to put the flames out quickly to minimize the actual damage to her.

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° frowns, watching intently. “Hang on Fiona.”

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] scratches his beard, then stand folding his arms across his chest

<@Nox_Aegis> <Storyteller> Finally black material starts to ooze from her mouth, dripping down into the hole a bit.

<+MichaelM> “If you die on me Firebrand, I’m going to kill you.” Anne growls. Her shotgun strays a few degrees as she watches the ritual proceed.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Michael> looks down at Fiona. “I am going to pull the stake out. Quickly expell it from your body into the hole and then get to the side so we can dump the oil on it.”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Michael> pulls out the stake.

<+Blackfyre> <Fiona>  ….is thinking vicious thoughts, and her first instinct is to try and punch Michael in the face. “Fucker!”

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “Turn around and expel it from your body, Fiona, now!” * he growled.

<+Blackfyre> <Fiona>  snaps her gaze to Talwar after punching Michael in the face and focuses on vomiting it out.

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° dumps oil over the black stuff as she vomits it out.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Michael> restakes her after he gets some of it in his face, snarling at her. “Stupid fucking bitch!”

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° checks if like she was done puking her guts out or not.

<+Blackfyre> <Fiona>  is staked mid-vomit.

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] just watches the show silently, looking at the shit Fiona vomited out. In his mind he’s thinking {“Disgusting. Cainites are better than this vomit induced shitshow”}

<@Nox_Aegis> <Kitt Bishop> looks over at Michael and takes a couple of steps back, looking between Sascha and Zaluut.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Michael> glares at her, then to the others. “Don’t any of you dare pull that out. She needs a fucking time out before I finish her in a very bad way.”

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° sets the fire since Fiona got all her black ichor nastiness out. He’d move her without touching that crap himself so she doesn’t fry.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Zaluut> looks at Michael and growls faintly. “You’re going to have to go in the box till you either fight it off on your own or…”, he glances toward the hole.

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] {“This just keeps spreading and spreading”}

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “Wait for the fire to extinguish. Then we can work on him.”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Zaluut> looks at Fiona, then Talwar. “He is right though. Leave her staked but start giving her blood through an IV. If he dies because of this, I will make her into a canvas in his memory. If he is fine, then we will come up with a punishment.”

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° would cut off her clothing and wipe her off of the substance and then throw that into the fire.

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “She has a temper.”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Sascha> keeps an eye on the hole, some sort of malicious glee in her eyes for every drop of that that is destroyed.

<@Nox_Aegis> <Zaluut> “And that understanding is why she is not dead now. Her fate will be decided after Michael comes out of isolation.”, he looks to Michael, and follows him to the isolation room, locking him behind both sets of doors.

<+MichaelM> Anne sighs and nods. She shifts her shotgun from pointing at Fiona to its typical resting place upon her shoulder. “Not much else for it, then, is there?”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Kitt Bishop> whispers, “She is actually kinda lucky he didn’t have the maces on him or he might have knocked her head off.”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Kitt Bishop> “But he’ll calm down eventually… she might be on kennel cleaning duty for a momth or something.”

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “I do not envy her.”

<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] waves to Anne and leaves “Cant say I blame him for wanting to crush her head. The man was trying to cure her and got punched in the face….I had enough disgusting slime things for the night. Take care Anne”

<@Nox_Aegis> <Sascha> nods. “I have no doubt though if Michael doesn’t make it, Zaluut will have a new painting in his study. We’ll get her moved and start getting some vitae in her at least so she can start healing.”

<@Death> °¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “I will go watch over Michael then. He’s tough. He will not fall to such a thing.”

Session Close: Thu Feb 02 00:00:00 2017