<Deveraux> kicks the door to the Asylum open as carelessly as one would kick a small stone down a path, however his Potence is currently unrestrained and the door slams open as though it had been hit by a tsunami wave sending paint chips from the wall rushing out with the air. He has the broken body of a young boy in his arms, his blood staining his fine suit, as he calls out with an eerie calmness despite the violence of his entry, “Who is
responsible for this?”
Kitt is sitting on one of the benches with her book as it is raining out and she drops it as soon as she sees Deveraux and the boy. She moves closer without thinking and tries to take a look at him, her expression pained. “What? What happened?”, she looks at Deveraux, before touching the child on the arm as her third eye opens and glows a faint blue. “Set him on the bench, please.”
<Deveraux> does as instructed while speaking, “I found him in this condition in the courtyard near a tree that was covered, presumably, with his own blood. I was about to feed him my blood in the hope of saving his life but it appears you may be better equipped to do so without the side effects of vitae.”
Kitt nods her head a little as the light seems to slowly engulf the boy. While not regaining consciousness, he seems to no longer be in pain. She turns to one of the servant ghouls and points to the stairs. “Go ready a bed we can put him in.”, she looks back to Deveraux. “I can, some. Mostly just ease his pain while we get him some medical attention. My powers aren’t exactly fully developed yet.”
<Deveraux> “Who is required to help his injuries? I shall fetch them.”
Kitt glances back as the local ghouls have already scattered to either assist or get out of the way. After a moment one comes from upstairs. “I am a trained doctor. Luckily its not like we dont keep spare blood around. Should I avoid using Vicissitude, ma’am?”
Kitt looks thoughtful then shakes her head. “Try normal methods first… If that isn’t going to help, fleshcraft the wounds.”
<Deveraux> “What I do next will be determined by his surviving this ordeal. The only reason for such a thing to happen, especially in such a place, is willful and intended torture to make someone much weaker than the perpetrator suffer for entertainment.”
Kitt glances back at Deveraux and then assists in getting the child situated so the ghouls can do their work. “Let me know what happens. I am going outside to find out who did this.” After she gets acknowledged, she starts to head outside, and looks to Deveraux as her eye finally closes again and the glow disappears.
<Deveraux> “You have nothing to fear from me. I am from an age where your line was simply just one of many.” He will bow and gesture for her to precede him through the broken doors leading out to the courtyard as his manners return, “After you.”
Kitt nods and goes to head outside. “I have only been this way a year. Why I am curious about the others… Zaluut used blood from a friend of his from a long time ago to make me what I am. Before the Tremere.”, she glances over the yard, then to Deveraux again. “Which tree was it?”
<Deveraux> walks her to where he found the boy, “He was lying here. I suspect that you and I will have many more conversations in the coming nights about history and clans.”
Kitt smiles faintly, before looking to the tree and almost looking ill at the blood on it. She sighs and then uses some of what she has learned to attune to the tree and understand it enough to communicate. After a few moments she nods and frowns, pulling away. “Cian, and one I do not know. Fiona was here at the beginning but didnt stop them, just went inside.”
<Deveraux> nods, “Which started this course of action?”
Kitt follows along a path through the light rain, maintaining contact with the grass via her bare feet. “The new one that I haven’t met. She brought the child here.”
<Deveraux> nods and follows Kitt down the path. He’s oddly quiet now as they way, that eerie stillness about him again of the complete lack of emotion.
Kitt looks back to Deveraux. “I will find out who that is. They have upset a lot of people tonight. I know a lot of us that won’t stand for this.”
<Deveraux> nods, “I will stay my hand for the time being. I would like to meet Athena without having to explain why I destroyed two of her shovelheads.”
Kitt nods her head a little bit. “Well, Zaluut doesn’t believe in fighting anything that can’t fight back… He might show them how it feels.” She looks back around the courtyard and sighs. “I hope he’ll be okay… I will make sure that he gets to where he belongs if so.”
<Deveraux> “Should he not survive I will express my extreme displeasure personally.”
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° had heard some kerfuffle going on and headed over in the direction to see what was going on. Before he even got up to them, he could scent the blood and glanced around, making his way to the other two shortly after.
<Deveraux> turns to bow to Talwar in greeting, “Good evening, sir.”
Kitt looks over at Talwar and nods to him. “Hey, Talwar.”
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° would bow in return to Deveraux. “Good evening.” He’d nod bck to Kitt and smirk slightly. “Hello, Kitt. What has transpired here?”
Kitt looks visibly upset but has always been good at maintaining her composure. “Cian and some girl I don’t know brought a little kid here and tortured him. Fiona watched. I have relieved his pain and the ghouls are tending his wounds. But as it stands he may not survive the night.”
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° nods and would go over to see the kid, check out the child’s wounds and calculate over what had happened to him, not getting in the way of the ghouls really, but he wanted to see how extensive and well, what cruelty level this was on.
Kitt goes back as well, wanting to check on progress and seems to have no issue with Deveraux following as well. She steps past the broken main door, which is already under repair. “Deveraux found him and brought him inside.”, she says… Leaving out the fact he hit the door like a freaking train.
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° nodded to Kitt and had noticed the door. Things were making more sense perhaps. He’d study the passed out child’s wounds and then nod. “Cian and some new girl..while Fiona watched.” He said it so calmly but with no emotion at all attached either, after making his assessment.
Kitt checks over the child again, and talks to the doctor briefly before looking back to Talwar. “Yeah… I turn a blind eye to the violent types they bring in here to do whatever but… This is different. This is just a little kid.”
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° nods slowly. “Yes, it is a child and obviously two people want to be monsters. They are going to see real monsters after this.”
“Plants dont really understand names but I can describe the other for you too.”, Kitt says as she watches Talwar somewhat carefully. While not nervous, she was pretty sure that staying in the forest was in her best interests for a few nights while this got sorted out.
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “Has Sascha seen this?”
Kitt shrugs softly. “I honestly don’t know. If she has… She didn’t come inside.”
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° nods slowly, pondering. “I will talk to the spirits to see what the other one looked like or make Fiona show me. This will be dealt with. Careless, reckless, childish. The Sabbat who like to do these things are mockeries of what it means to be Sabbat.”
Kitt nods to Talwar. “I agree. If you need anything more of me, I will be here for a while to keep an eye on him. You might want to call Sascha maybe… She has been trigger happy as of late…”
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° nods. “I will go talk to her, as I am almost very certain she would know of this already.” He nods politely to her. “Be well, Kitt.”
Kitt waves and gets a chair to sit beside the bed so she can monitor the boy and be there if he wakes up.
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “Please notify me if his condition worsens?” He’d move to the door.
Kitt holds the boy’s hand as she nods. “I will.”
Sascha is at the Chapel on the property, fuming and growling as she paces back and forth.
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° nods to her and then heads out, going to the chapel, as that was usually where he would find her, especially when something like this might happen. He’d knock on the door.
Sascha yanks open the door but calms a bit as soon as she sees who it is. Her voice is still strained with a low growl though as she speaks. “Hello, Talwar.”, she sighs and brushes the back of his arm with the backs of her fingers as her skin ripples.
<Deveraux> would have followed along with them, remaining silent in contemplation of various oaths, codes and possibilities to bend them without breaking them. After Talwar heads off he’d nods to Kitt and follow after him in the case that some manner of retribution might be found immediately.
Sascha glances behind Talwar and looks at Deveraux, still standing in her doorway. She looks back toward Talwar before just asking for an explaination.
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° nods to Sascha and sighed soundlessly as she ran her fingers along his arm. He’d step up to her and take her free hand in his own. He’d turn as he could hear Deveraux behind him and he’d smirk slightly to the man, and then look back at Sascha. “Hello Sascha. This is Deveraux, I believe. He found the child in the courtyard.”
<Deveraux> bows to Sascha, “We have met, and I did.”
Sascha nods and then looks between them for a moment, stifling a growl that momentarily rises up in her throat. “I issued a warning at the resting places of those involved. But I am still angry.”
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “A warning is not enough, in my opinion. They want to be faux monsters.. I say we give them real ones.” His eyes were rather bestial, despite how dead calm his voice was.
Sascha nods in agreement. “That is not what the Sword is for. Nor would I consider it Wrath, but Justice.”
⋠Cian⋡ sits in the main hall, book in hand. He is unusually obvious, not hidden by obfuscate, not in a tree or a windowsill or on the roof. He simply lounges on the couch, as though he waits to be found.
Zaluut comes up the hall and picks Cian square up off the ground in an instant. “Do you think yourself powerful, Cian?”
<Fiona> comes down the steps from the library, holding a book and flipping through it. She walks around the ground floor for a bit before spotting Cian in the main hall. “Hey, dumbshit 1….” She shuts up and lets Zaluut do his thing.
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° nods. “I concur. And this is an action that deserves a response. They clearly do not know what the Sword is for.”
⋠Cian⋡ looks down at Zaluut, clearly a bit startled. This was not the elder he expected. “Uh…not really no. Why?”
Zaluut looks back up at Fiona. “Stay. You are in trouble too.”, he says and then whispers on the wind to the others outside that two of them are inside. He then stares at Cian. “So you felt the need to challenge yourself with something small and weak? Shall I do the same with you?”
<Fiona> doesn’t move from her spot, nodding to Zaluut.
<Deveraux> remains silent as they converse, but then looks up just slightly and to the right, “I believe justice waits inside.” He heads toward the nearest door leading inside.
Sascha nods and follows, doing her best not to sprint that direction.
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° turns. “It seems it does.” He then would turn and head in that direction along with the other two.
⋠Cian⋡ looks Zaluut dead in the face, a defiant gleam in his eyes. “Who said anything about challenge? That was just to blow off some steam. Something I wouldn’t have to constantly be trying find ways to do if I wasn’t fucking stuck here all the goddamn time.”
<Fiona> grimaces at what Cian says.
Zaluut doesn’t even flex a muscle and yet a few of the bones in Cian’s body just snap on their own accord. His legs go first, at the same time, just below the knee. Then his back, just above the pelvis.
Sascha makes it to the busted up front door. “Wow, who broke the door?” Before spotting the scene in the hall and growling again.
⋠Cian⋡ growls in pain and squirms but doesn’t break eye contact. “What…you expect…me to bow to you and that bitch’s ideas…of how I should live my unlife because…why? You’re older? More powerful? Isn’t shit like that…the exact fucking reason the Sabbat was made…in the first goddamn place?” His words are strained through the pain, but the anger helps him pull
<Fiona> hisses at Cian. “Shut up, dumbshit 1.”
<Deveraux> says quietly to Sascha near the door, “Apologies for the door.”
⋠Cian⋡ doesn’t turn to Fiona as he hisses back. “Fuck off Fi. This is my problem and I’ll take whatever is coming.”
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° walks through the busted door in time to hear the pleasant sound of bones cracking against their will. His footsteps made their way over so that soon he was standing off to the left of Zaluut, a few steps behind. His fist clenched and knuckles popped as he listened to Cian’s words. “If that child dies and you are still somehow around, and its
spirit seeks revenge, I will ensure it knows how to find you. You know nothing of The Sword.”
Zaluut holds Cian up almost like a puppet, his hand melting into Cian’s back between the shoulder blades. He shoves Cian a bit toward Talwar, letting his legs scrape the ground. “Perhaps you, on Accord, can enlighten him?”
⋠Cian⋡ laughs, wincing as he does but still choking out a few chuckles. “That’s fucking rich. A bunch of murderous monsters who breed families of slaves, who painfully twist animals and peoples into nightmares, who make furniture out of people, are going to judge me? Self righteous hypocritical fucks. You’re just as bad as the goddamn church from where I sit.”
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “I do not suppose we could not just sew his mouth shut in some manner. However, if you would allow me and Sascha to take him and whoever the other was with him.. we will teach him so he will never forget. They will know what the Sword stands for or they will die by it.”
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° slips out a stake from somewhere that was obfuscated.
⋠Cian⋡ scoffs and shakes his head. “Do what ever makes you feel better about yourselves then, not my fucking problem if you live in delusion.”
Zaluut gives the body a little shake and his arms break at the elbows. “Perhaps I was wrong about this one. Do what you want with him.”
Sascha growls and steps up. “Oh I can wipe the mouth right off his blasphemous face.”
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° nods and takes hold of Cian’s damaged body so Zaluut doesn’t have to keep doing so. He’d turn Cian’s face to look at Sascha. “Please do. His words do not suit him well for the position he is in.”
<Fiona> “Could always rip out dumbshit 1’s tongue.”
Zaluut doesnt look back at Fiona. “I suggest you watch yours as well. You are not innocent. You watched what was going on and left them to it.”
⋠Cian⋡ wheezes in pain as he tries to speak. “If this…is what the…Sabbat really is…color me…disappointed.”
<Fiona> looks…less angry than usual. Whee. “I…was uncomfortable bein’ there, so I left.”
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “If the Sabbat are just to be foolish mongrels that run out and kidnap children to torture and poke and slay, you are fine with that. If the Sabbat stands for more, you want to opt out. This is what you are saying, Cian. You tried to be a monster but you do not know what a monster actually is and you most certainly do not know what a warrior
is. You are a coward and disgrace. You will learn what it means to be Sabbat. Right now, we must do to you what you did to someone not even in our war.”
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° then looks at Fiona. “You could have left word with us, tried to stop them, anything. You walked away. Think on it.”
<Fiona> “True, I guess.”
Sascha reaches over and removes Cian’s vocal chords, cutting voice off completely. “Obviously you only read the parts you wanted. We have a purpose and you’ll learn it or die trying.”
⋠Cian⋡ shakes his head, unable to speak, and realizing nothing he has to say will matter. The defiance in his eyes burns out, replaced only by disappointment.
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° throws the stake to Fiona. “The other one. Stake her and bring her to the chapel. Then you will look better in my eyes.”
<Fiona> catches the stake, nodding to Zaluut.
<Fiona> “I’ll go start looking for dumbshit 2 and bring her in as soon as I can.”
Zaluut steps back, and nods. Looking disappointed at Cian himself. “I will inform the Orphans of what has happened. I really did see some potential in this one.”
⋠Cian⋡ looks at Zaluut and just shakes his head again.
<Fiona> heads off to track down a dumbshit.
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° “We will see what is truly within him. There is still the chance, even if he himself does not see it.”
⋠Cian⋡ scoffs and spits blood on the floor as Talwar speaks.
Sascha sighs and nods as they start to move toward the chapel. “We can start by washing out that mouth of yours.”
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° drags Cian along and heads to the chapel after Sascha.
<Deveraux> looks to Zaluut after the rest move off and says simply, “Children.”
Zaluut nods in agreement. “Yes. They do like their tantrums.”
°¥ Talwar Khanna ¥° would take Cian into the chapel and then set him against the wall so that he’s sitting, back against the wall.
<Deveraux> “I will check on the child.” He bows to Zaluut, manners after all, and then heads upstairs. (because I have to focus on the day job even though the sun is all but gone)
⋠Cian⋡ doesn’t react as he is sat against the wall, simply staring at the floor.
Kitt is crying when Deveraux came upstairs, just shaking her head.
<Deveraux> instantly breaks out the new trick Atanya taught him and starts to peek around for a young Wraith. “He has passed on, then?”
There does not seem to be an instantaneous response to the searching for the boy, but howling winds can be heard coming through some sort if rip near to the body.
<Deveraux> lets the sight fade and instead turns his gaze back to Kitt, “His spirit is not here, at least I do not believe it to be here at this time.”
Kitt looks over at Deveraux and sighs as she wipes the blood from her face. Even her third eye shedding tears. “It takes some time sometimes. I know a little about ghosts… Or he might have moved on immediately.”
<Deveraux> “I hope the latter is true.” He pulls the handkerchief from his waistcoat and wipes gently at her forehead around the eye, “Try to stop before someone else sees.” Despite the gesture his lack of emotion could make it feel very hollow.
Kitt nods and lets him assist her before getting up. “Thank you. I am going to go rest in Zaluut’s room. I’ll see you around some other time, Deveraux.”
<Deveraux> “I am sure you shall, Kitt. Rest well.” He’ll let her go without a further word and then head off somewhere to do various things.