The Sidhe Bureau of Defense [IC]

[Bela]

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Episode One
Opens shortly after the murder of a “Fire” Witch (Caroline Epps) in Brooklyn behind a popular Sidhe bar called "The Nexus". Unknown to the S.B.D., Caroline had found a human girl from her school performing very dark magic in an alleyway behind the bar. This Episode will focus around the investigation of Caroline’s murder and discovery of the demon Amanael.

During the Second World War, the Axis Powers stumbled onto the secret world of the Sidhe. The Sidhe are Supernatural Creatures hidden from the human society. When the Allies discovered what the Axis Powers were using as their “secret weapon”, they formed a unit designed to help the Sidhe escape and become under the Allies’ protection. In exchange for the help many Sidhe helped the Allies win WWII. After the war ended, the American government as well a few others created the Sidhe Bureau of Defense. A program designed to regulate and protect the Sidhe. It was decided that the Sidhe should remain hidden from the natural world. Over the years the S.B.D., came to not only regulate the Sidhe, but also work with the Sidhe. Now the S.B.D. has just as many Sidhe working for them as they have humans. These days the SBD does more than just regulate Sidhe: They serve to protect and study their existence.

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It was still dark out when Natasha arrived at the bar. Not quite a pitch black, but that sort dawn haze lit only by the light of the waning moon and rising of the sun. The street lights had already shut off by this point, but Tash enjoyed the little bit of darkness that touched the lower side of Brooklyn. Living in The City that Never Sleeps could be rather tiring, although exciting. Stifling a yawn, Tash walked through the front doors. Jillian was already inside, as always, getting things ready. Sometimes it seemed like Jillian lived there. Without looking up Jillian gives a quiet, “hello” followed by, “Jack forgot to take out the trash last night. Do it for me will yah?”

Tash gives a slight nod and hurries to the back room. Once inside, she lays her bag on her makeshift desk, an old coffee-table salvaged from the dump out back. She slides off her coat and places it on an old broken standing lamp, and heads back towards the front of the bar to grab the trash. It doesn’t take her more than a few minutes to gather the bags and walk out the back door into the alley. Almost immediately a sense of wrong overcomes Natasha. It’s not until she reaches the dumpster at the end of the alley that she realizes what it is. In the corner beneath a few cardboard boxes is a young girl.

The sight of a young person lying beneath a few boxes isn’t that rare a sight, but this girl was nowhere near homeless. She looked too manicured and wore designer clothes. The second thing wrong about the sight was her lack in breathing. The girl was as still as death. She’s dead, the morbid thought reverberated through Natasha’s head. Dropping the trash bags on the ground, Tash took a few steps toward the girl. She gave her a thorough look over. On her left wrist was a familiar tattoo. A pentacle doused in flames. It was a common tattoo amongst Witches with the Fire Affinity. Tash gave the girl one last look, before stepping back and pulling out her cell phone.

It rang three times before her sister picked up, “Dr. Lenora Saroyan.”

“Nora, it’s me. There’s a girl in the alley behind the bar. I think she’s dead,” Natasha spoke quietly.

“Have you called 9-1-1, yet?

“No.”

“Natasha, you need to hang up and call 9-1-1. You know that’s the 66th precinct. I can’t handle their cases. Besides you need to call a dispatcher.”

“She’s a Witch, Nora.”

“Oh,” Lenora mumbles. A moment of silence passes before Nora speaks up, “Okay, there isn’t any S.B.D. officers in Brooklyn so I’ll just have to have the Chief get me and Collins on the case somehow. I want you to call 9-1-1 as soon we hang up, then go inside and sit with Jillian and way for the police to arrive.”

“Okay,” Natasha answers.

“I’ll see you soon,” Nora says softly.

As soon as she hangs up the phone, Lenora shuts her car off. Before her sister called, she’d just pulled into a parking space at the diner where she and her partner ate every morning before work. Nora lets out a deep sigh before getting out of the car. She can already see Detective Collins sitting at the bar drinking coffee. She doesn’t take her time walking inside and sitting down next to the young woman. Collins takes a sip of coffee before saying, “I smell anxiety. What’s wrong?”

Lenora laughs softly. Maria Collins was a Siren, and was practically an empath. She could feel others emotions, and occasionally when she needed to she could manipulate those emotions. She was an exceptional asset to the police department, and a good partner for Lenora.

“There was a body found behind The Nexus. My sister found her. She thinks the girl was a Witch.”

“That means a case specifically for us.”

“Not our precinct though,” Nora replies.

“Oh nonsense. Get me into a room with the Chief and he’ll make a few calls.”

Nora smiled as she said, “that’s wrong.”

“You have to work what the good lord gave you. Literally, when your father was a god,” Collins jokes. After a few cups of coffee and a small, breakfast the two head toward their precinct. After a few minutes of talking, the Chief indeed makes a few calls.

Forty-Five minutes later, the two arrive on the scene. After a show of badges, Collins heads toward the body and Nora makes a beeline toward the bar. Once inside, Nora finds Natasha being interrogated by a cop. Another presentation of her Badger later, Nora shoos the cop away and asks Tash, “Are you alright?”

Tash nods slightly, “I’m just glad I wasn’t there when she died.”

Nora gives her sister quick a hug before heading out back to examine the body with Collins.

[aMARIKanIshtar]

It was just another normal day for Alexis Grant. Yes, getting a call about a dead body in a dumpster might not be very normal for a normal person, but Alexis wasn’t normal. No, she was a cop. Now, it really starts getting strange when the body in question was classified as a witch, but it’s not so strange for Alexis. Her precinct just so happens to be with the S.B.D. Like I said, just another normal day.

The news came in as Alexis finished her morning cup of coffee. In record time the station sent a car out, with Alexis in it. “So, what’s the job again?” Asked a voice from inside the girl’s head. This was Vachel Roux, the Spirit who lived in Alexis’ body, as well as her ‘unofficial’ partner. “A witch was found dead in a dumpster behind that club, Nexus. We’re to help deal with it.” Alexis thought. As Vachel is practically sitting in her brain, they can communicate just by thinking. “That sounds boring… Why do we never get any of the good jobs?” Sighed Vachel. Right then, the car pulled up to Nexus; it was time to work.

Alexis got out of the car, and noticed the alleyway right away. Police tape was blocking it, and there was an officer or two on guard. “I’ll let you handle this one Alexis. It seems simple enough.” Said the Spirit as Alexis walked up to the tape and showed her badge. “Nothing’s ever simple though, not when we’re involved…”

There were two people examining the area, women who seemed familiar, but Alexis nor Vachel could guess who they were. Alexis just walked up silently, arms crossed, examining the body like the others. She couldn’t help but shiver as she stared at this poor girl. Even though she was with a S.B.D Police Department and dead body’s as well as the undead were normal occurrences, Alexis could never get used to seeing a body without a host. The poor dead girl’s body was pale, eyes glassy as they stared up into the sky. Vachel could sense his partners unease, and set out to calm her. “You know, I saw dead bodies all the time back when I was still alive. Hell, a good bit of them were people I killed, but still…” Vachel decided to shut up when he noticed his talk wasn’t helping. He never was good at those types of things. Alexis eventually calmed herself down, after taking a deep breath. “Alright, what happened here exactly?” She asked the two women, hoping they could shed some light.

[Asuras]

Wham! The sound of a hard object striking a metal pole rang out in the night. It was neither a gunshot nor a falling object. In the darkness of the unlit streets, a girl tread onward for some unknown location. Her walk indicated she was in a stupor of some sort, and her hand firmly grasped her face. Her arm was nearly embedded into the side of a stop sign, and bent the rectangular pole like soft clay. Blood dripped from the impact site, but seemingly halted within seconds.

She's still got some fight left in her, even after these hours? Haha! a voice rumbled inside her head. It wasn't her own, but it seemed to call out like her own thoughts. She was no longer in control, merely a thought sitting on the sidelines within her head. Her body moved on its own, and she could only feel the pain of knowing that she was being possessed. With no body of her own to feel the sadness, and no tears, she just as well fell deep into madness, confused as to how to comprehend her emotions. Regardless, her body trudged forward like a zombie.

With a jump and a thrash, her body convulsed and twisted for a split second before standing up straight. In that moment, her lethargic gait was erased and replaced by normality. She, or rather, it looked at her hands, opening and closing them as if to test them. A red energy like lava coursed up her arms, cracking a slowly-blackening skin.

"I have control!" a mystic voice stated out loud. Unlike the girl's normal voice however, this one was like a pandemonium of emotions and individuals, like a collection of people all speaking in tandem. It was both female and male, one and many. The body's eyes glowed with a sickly purple light, as if a black hole were twisting its way into their centers. The body moved all about, testing its capability like some toy. Amanael, the demon of chaos, had completely taken hold of Christine's helpless body. A flickering sign stood out in the night sky. "The Nexus" it read, and Amanael could only figure it was a local bar from the memories of Christine he could analyze.

"Why not?" Amanael smirked, heading for the bar. As the body walked for the front entrance, a young woman came into view from across the street. She looked carefully from side to side before heading across, and as she came closer, Amanael could distinguish her... secret attributes. From mere scent, Amanael deduced she was a witch. A witch walking about the Earth so freely? How unfair. As the witch made it across and reached the corner of the bar, Amanael vanished, reappearing beside her. Only the witch's sense of presence allowed her to recognize that the girl's body had approached. She turned to see what seemed like a normal school girl and apologized, thinking she was in the way or the girl was lost or needed to speak to her.

'Oh excuse me, miss, do you need som-" before she finished, she had realized the mistake of her assumption. This wasn't a common girl. Amanael stood before the witch, its body nearly split in half at the shoulder. Christine's arm seemingly vanished after the teleport, along with a chunk of her thigh and ear. The witch screamed, staring with fear into the fiery eyes of a possessed individual. Amanael himself only just then learned of his mistake as well. Staring past the witch, he saw Christine's missing body parts lying about the area he had teleported from.

"Oops. Her body isn't as capable I guess," Amanael casually noted. Uncaring of the damage, Amanael turned his attention back to the witch. "What did you do to be so free around the humans, witch?" he asked intently.

"You're not welcome here!" the witch screamed, backing away. Knowing full-well how outlawed a demonic presence was on Earth, she did what any sensible Sidhe would do; she called for help, especially toward the bar. The streets were quiet around the bar, as most humans were magically steered clear of the Sidhe-only establishment for secrecy. Before she could let out a single yell, her throat was in Amanael's hands. The red energy coursed from his hands onto her neck, like a needle injecting a fluid.

"I'm not welcome? I'm just as welcome as you freaks and animals. Why should I be barred from walking the Earth? They say they do not want you to be seen, and so they protect you, but they will not let us be seen even by our fellow Sidhe?" Amanael growled, his voice alone subduing the witch's energy for a few seconds. The witch struggled to breathe, grabbing desperately for Amanael's arms. The demon easily held her body in the air, though he was obviously shorter than the witch. The woman was carried towards the back of the bar, around its side and into the darkness. A hideous splattering noise was the only thing left.

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[Catherine]

The agent finished checking the room for weapons as he usually did just as Mouse finished her own preparations in another room. An hour of said preparation was devoted to meditation. She did this every time she was about to feed, so the same people were present because they knew all her preparatory rules. She had to meditate for an hour uninterrupted to calm herself and allow clear thought -It was usually a couple days between feeding; as long as she could take because of the risk- then hype herself up in much the same way as a nervous bank robber. Once she finished that, she'd change into appropriate clothing; despite being required to feed in this manner, she still preferred to be mostly covered. She then spent a few minutes brushing her hair, mostly as a last chance to back out if she felt she could go another day.

It had already been a week this time. She'd gone as long as she could, and her hunger was getting to her. She stepped out of the bathroom attached to her bedroom, fully prepared, when a specially prepared food source who wasn't informed what she was, and was only told this would be filmed and put online for a profit. That they would possibly even get a contract. Of course, they wouldn't get a contract, at least not with them. The subjects varied each time in both age and gender. She felt the most nourished from men, but she wouldn't turn down anyone except children and the mentally challenged; she already felt like a monster, she didn't need anything to make her feel more like one.

The woman they'd brought this time was interviewed briefly on camera, giving her a chance to back out, too. She seemed nervous, but even starving, Elly could tell the woman wanted to do anything for fame. Elly tried to maintain her professional expression when they were introduced, but she could tell it was making the other woman more nervous. A quick smile was all it took to change her mood. "So, you ready?" She asked, the smile still on her face. The woman's pupils dilated before she nodded. Elly listened to her breath before guiding the other woman to the pillow by her cheek and shoulder.

Less than a minute later, Elly heard something that annoyed her more than anything else: A bored sigh from one of the three agents who were supposed to watch. Unlike usual, however, she did something she hadn't done before. She looked right at him and asked sweetly, "Would you like to join, love?" The other agent cleared his throat. "That's what I thought. But now that they know you're here..." She posed seductively while continuing her ministrations on the woman. "We only have so much time left..." The woman had started showing signs that the filming would have to end soon. "Looks like you've lost your chance for now. Maybe next time."

Once she'd finished her feeding and Elly was fully invigorated, the other woman was compensated properly and Elly she sat on the lap of the agent who'd sighed. "That was an offer. A documented offer, at that." She caressed his cheek with her left hand while her head was on his left shoulder. The other agents were watching her closely and she knew it. "I know it's against policy. Don't worry, I'm only playing." She raised her voice so the others knew it was directed at them. "You don't have to be so serious all the time." She was nearly pouting about her joke being missed at this point and stood up to walk over to her bed, where she sat down with her ankles crossed and her hands behind her. The agent who ran the camera put it away in the custom case that fit neatly into the drawer under the bed.

[TheStinger]

A white 2011 BMW 750Li was parked outside of a bar in Brooklin. After a few seconds, Sascha Ivanov, Sergei's man, walks outside of the bar, together with another man, which he was holding by his left arm. Sascha opens the door of the car & throws the man on the back seat, next to Sergei. Then Sascha goes to the other side of the car & gets on the driver's seat. The man was an FBI agent, that works for Sergei's mob. "Hello Mr. Jones! I understand you have some information for me?" Sergei said as he turned his head to the right, facing the man. "Umm, yes! I found out the name & location of the girl you told me about. Her name is Natasha Saroyan & she lives right here in New York. You have all the info you need here." He said as he handed a file over to Sergei.

Sergei grabs the file & takes a quick view through it. "Thank you Mr. Jones! It certanly took your time! Sascha, give the man his money." Said Sergei as he closed the file & placed it next to him. Then Sascha extends his hand to the glove compartment & pulls out a large envelope that contained 2 stacks of money, a total of 5.000 $ & gives it to the agent. "Remember to keep your mouth shut! If you squeel to you FBI friends I will take you out personally & make sure the death will be very nasty." Said Sergei as he watched Sascha pulling out his Makarov PM pistol, turning around & pointing it at the agent, who imidieatly freaked out.

"Relaaax! We're not gonna kill you! Not right now anyway! It depends on how well you will behave! Now get out!" Said Sergei as he watched the agent get out of the car, take a deep breath & walk away. After a moment of silence, Sascha inserts the keycard & starts the car by pressing the start/stop button. "Sergei, I don't understand why do we even bother with this girl? I mean we killed her family! They were the traitors. If my math is correct she was just a child back then." Said Sascha with a thick russian accent.

"She is a loose end my friend. And you know I hate loose ends & always deal with them apropriately. But can you believe she was in New York all this time? Right under our nose!" Sergei said, a little frustrated. Then he pulls out a stainless steel flask, that was filled with blood, opens it & takes a sip. "Here!" He said as he handed over the flask to Sascha who also took a sip & gave it back to Sergei, who continued. "Come on, let's go! But stop at the nearest restaurant. I feel like eating some real food for once & you will accompany me. I will pay. He said as Sascha started driving away from the bar.

[Zarl21]

Lucas slipped a lab coat over his jeans and flannel shirt. After doing a few buttons he looked in the mirror and breathed deeply several times. "I can do this," He muttered to himself a few times before turning and walking out of the locker room. The Hutchinson Institute was not very busy at this time of morning but there were still a few nurses making their rounds. One of the few actual doctors there this early walked up to Lucas and handed him a file folder on his first patient today.

"His name's Tony and he has massive anger management problems, to the point that he murdered a man because he looked at him funny." The doctor explained.

"Than why is he here? I thought you guys only catered to the criminally insane, and while he certainly has problems what do you think you can do for him?" Lucas asked, though he thought he already knew the answer. Sure enough when he pressed the doctor admitted that he had been admitted specifically because of Lucas's abilities. By this point they had reached Tony's rooms and Lucas gave the doctor a look that said, "We'll discuss this later." He walked into the room to find Tony up and waiting for him, possibly because of the handcuffs chaining both his arms and legs to the bed.

"Hello Tony, my name's Luke and I'm supposed to see if I can help you," Lucas tried to sound professional but still friendly, with moderate success.

"Why is it that you think I need help, and even if I did what could you do about it?" Tony demanded.

"Well, I have certain abilities that make it possible to help even cases as sever as you, but it would be easier to show you." Lucas replied as he reached a hand out and gripped Tony's left arm. Tony's body spasmed for a second and then laid there, seemingly unconscious.

Lucas sat down in one of the visitor chairs and, closing his eyes, stretched out his mind toward Tony. He used what was in there to create the world Tony saw when he "awoke" (though still in the coma). It was an apartment and as soon as Tony realized his surroundings he went on a rampage. He started smashing photographs and throwing the knickknacks that haunt any apartment that's been lived in for over a month. He seemed to focus his rage on pictures of a woman; his mother, Lucas discovered by feeling the mixed signals of hate, love and confusion spiraling off of Tony. After watching the destruction for a while longer and examining Tony's mind closely, Lucas changed the world to the stereotypical psychiatrist's office, complete with couch that Tony was stretched out on, his rage exhausted.

Lucas began to ask pointed, seemingly unrelated questions about Tony's past. Many of these Lucas already knew the answers to based on his behavior, but some seemed to genuinely surprise him. At the most emotional points Tony's flashbacks became real and Lucas saw exactly what he had. After listening for a long while, Lucas began speaking. Tony's case was not the most difficult he had ever dealt with but neither was it the easiest. Lucas had to constantly deal with the temptation to make "improvements". He had promised himself long ago that he would only allow his patients to make rational, logical thoughts unrestrained by pain or insanity. If they chose to remain as they were and not confront their problems than he left them as they were. Even if they opted for his help, he did not make the changes himself. He simply showed them how to fix themselves.

As he wrapped up his first session with Tony, Lucas felt someone shaking him back in the real world. He released Tony from his coma and returned him to natural sleep. Opening his eyes, he saw a nurse standing over him holding a piece of paper.

As she handed it to him she said, "This just came for you from the crime lab sir, they say its urgent." Lucas looked at it for a few moments and then took off his lab coat. "Tell the doctor that I'm sorry, but I won't be able to see anymore patients today. Also, that Tony should be kept restrained just in case but I'll return next week sometime to finish my session with him."

"Yes, sir," she replied slightly timidly as he moved quickly and deliberately through the mental hospital to the parking lot. The message had said simply:

Body found, confirmed to be FW. Your presence is requested at the Nexus immediately, all other units out on cases already. SBD unit on scene now.

His superiors never used ten words when two would do and it had taken him a second to decipher their message. He knew where the Nexus was, though had never been there himself. As he got into his car, a new black sedan, he snapped his iron cuffs back on his wrists. He winced as he felt his power recede but relaxed, content now that he could do no accidental harm.