Actually, Gordon is more like a century and some change old -- he was made in the 1870's.
That Beth'll have to figue out later. She can only assume information from what she saw. But she's intrigued now, she'll go looking.
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That Beth'll have to figue out later. She can only assume information from what she saw. But she's intrigued now, she'll go looking.
Plot twist, eh? I look forward to seeing it.
Poor Gray. Still, a hunter working with a bunch of the hunted, great material there.
Also, I have an idea that Beth might reach out to some contacts in the underworld to see if she can't summon more memories to help them understand what they're up against, if need be.
Also, I have an idea that Beth might reach out to some contacts in the underworld to see if she can't summon more memories to help them understand what they're up against, if need be.
Beth rolled her eyes again. "Yes, I agree, why don't you just leave?" she replied, visibly sizing up the hunter. In spite of his help in capturing the vampire, Beth would feel infinitely more comfortable without him present. The man vanquished people like each of those in the bunker on the regular, and beside that, she did not appreciate his attitude. "We're not savages," she said, straightening her back. "We can keep this from the outside eye. You certainly aren't going to do a better job."
She shook her head and turned to the vampire. "Can you believe him?"
Circling the room at a languid pace, she continued her observations of its inhabitants. She held herself in check, and such a thing took strength, when Autumn spoke. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm already dead," would not be met well, and nor would it help their cause. So Beth kept quiet, even when Flint returned; she could trust Tony to say what she was thinking.
And just as their captive seemed ready to cooperate, the girl changed. Her stature altered in the slightest of manners, in a way only someone paying close attention would notice. It was a quarter inch movement of the shoulders, or a tilt of the head just so.
Beth lifted her head a fraction when the sound of strong, determined footfalls carried through the bunker. Reluctantly, she pulled her eyes away from the vampire upon hearing her name. She gave the Asgardian a nod, then slowly followed her into the hall. Even as she walked some few feet from the doorway, she could hear the vampire's words. For a moment, a small smile played on the ghost's ethereal face. The girl positively vibrated with information... and a quiet tenacity Beth respected.
She regarded Rikive, but before she could question anything, Parael sailed by them and into the room. His voice was clear when he spoke, very little trace of the screaming they'd heard earlier, and so the name reached her in full. Charles Gordon.
The name set in motion a visceral recollection of shared memories that left her feeling defiled, in the same way someone marching on her grave might. The hive-mind of memories among the undead opened itself to individuals without prompting and whenever it pleased, and Beth had yet to meet any ghost with the ability to choose what they saw. She picked up the nauseating scene of a massacre of Cheyenne hundreds of years ago, where Charles Gordon fought and killed under another's command, a long time ago in conversation with an old ghost who provided her with the odd lesson on burials and ancient magic. Experiencing it again worsened the feeling.
"He's at least two hundred years old," she announced, standing in the doorway. "And experienced in war. He fought to kill Native Americans, one battle I can verify, the rest, I'm guessing he didn't join in just for the one go at it." She crossed her arms, frowning. "Anyone else like to share?"
She shook her head and turned to the vampire. "Can you believe him?"
Circling the room at a languid pace, she continued her observations of its inhabitants. She held herself in check, and such a thing took strength, when Autumn spoke. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm already dead," would not be met well, and nor would it help their cause. So Beth kept quiet, even when Flint returned; she could trust Tony to say what she was thinking.
And just as their captive seemed ready to cooperate, the girl changed. Her stature altered in the slightest of manners, in a way only someone paying close attention would notice. It was a quarter inch movement of the shoulders, or a tilt of the head just so.
Beth lifted her head a fraction when the sound of strong, determined footfalls carried through the bunker. Reluctantly, she pulled her eyes away from the vampire upon hearing her name. She gave the Asgardian a nod, then slowly followed her into the hall. Even as she walked some few feet from the doorway, she could hear the vampire's words. For a moment, a small smile played on the ghost's ethereal face. The girl positively vibrated with information... and a quiet tenacity Beth respected.
She regarded Rikive, but before she could question anything, Parael sailed by them and into the room. His voice was clear when he spoke, very little trace of the screaming they'd heard earlier, and so the name reached her in full. Charles Gordon.
The name set in motion a visceral recollection of shared memories that left her feeling defiled, in the same way someone marching on her grave might. The hive-mind of memories among the undead opened itself to individuals without prompting and whenever it pleased, and Beth had yet to meet any ghost with the ability to choose what they saw. She picked up the nauseating scene of a massacre of Cheyenne hundreds of years ago, where Charles Gordon fought and killed under another's command, a long time ago in conversation with an old ghost who provided her with the odd lesson on burials and ancient magic. Experiencing it again worsened the feeling.
"He's at least two hundred years old," she announced, standing in the doorway. "And experienced in war. He fought to kill Native Americans, one battle I can verify, the rest, I'm guessing he didn't join in just for the one go at it." She crossed her arms, frowning. "Anyone else like to share?"
I figure Kaori's information coupled with the news that Gordon is involved will serve as a means to push the characters forward. Perhaps investigate those leads. I'm writing a post anyways.
With the instatement of Rikive as their for-the-time-being "leader" -- Beth was not exactly fond of the term, she had to steel her tongue just to say it -- the question arose as to who would rule the Court if by some miracle they deposed Nemsemet. On the slim chance they did succeed, opportunities came in abundance for each of them. But Beth, as soon as her mind began to wander, cast the thoughts of such things out, at least until their efforts proved useful.
She stood tense behind the hunter in the interrogation room. She didn't need a body to feel the unease that shifted through the room at Gray's words. Something about him, aside from his occupation, disagreed with her. Whatever it was would have to be dealt with another time; they needed answers. Beth despised feeling empty-handed. Her best work required information, even the slightest tid-bit helped form a plan of action. As of this moment, she faced a blank canvas.
Beth glanced at the doorway when she heard Parael's distant shouts, narrowing her eyes until Flint left and she saw Rikive pass on her way to follow.
Parry wasn't one to cry into his pillow after a few verbal beat downs. Whatever summoned his panic came from somewhere, or something unknown... But that didn't put out the small pyre of guilt burning in the back of Beth's mind, should she have contributing to worsening whatever he was going through.
Flint knew him well, and Rikive might be some sort of best friend to him, they'd deal with it.
Turning back to the matter at hand, Beth stepped up next to the hunter, eyes pinned on the vampire. "Look, kid. We don't want you here any more than you want to be here... as over-used as that is... and this trigger-happy moron will shoot you full of holes if you don't give us a reason not to. So let's make this simple and quick. What do you know about Rikker's dealings with Nemsemet?"
She stood tense behind the hunter in the interrogation room. She didn't need a body to feel the unease that shifted through the room at Gray's words. Something about him, aside from his occupation, disagreed with her. Whatever it was would have to be dealt with another time; they needed answers. Beth despised feeling empty-handed. Her best work required information, even the slightest tid-bit helped form a plan of action. As of this moment, she faced a blank canvas.
Beth glanced at the doorway when she heard Parael's distant shouts, narrowing her eyes until Flint left and she saw Rikive pass on her way to follow.
Parry wasn't one to cry into his pillow after a few verbal beat downs. Whatever summoned his panic came from somewhere, or something unknown... But that didn't put out the small pyre of guilt burning in the back of Beth's mind, should she have contributing to worsening whatever he was going through.
Flint knew him well, and Rikive might be some sort of best friend to him, they'd deal with it.
Turning back to the matter at hand, Beth stepped up next to the hunter, eyes pinned on the vampire. "Look, kid. We don't want you here any more than you want to be here... as over-used as that is... and this trigger-happy moron will shoot you full of holes if you don't give us a reason not to. So let's make this simple and quick. What do you know about Rikker's dealings with Nemsemet?"
I like the introduction of Anastasia. So many different paths to go down.
Tangible for the time being, Beth tapped two fingers against the side of her thigh in a quick rhythm. It was the only sign of impatience she displayed, though she didn't much care whether anyone in the room noticed. They likely felt the same way. She absorbed only the key words and information from the discussion, eyes darting from one speaker to the next. As far as leadership went, she did not trust a single member of their thrown-together team, but if she were to place a bet on someone, it would have been Tony.
Perhaps in part because she valued his smarts.
Nonetheless, she could not deny the sense in his rebuttal. She nodded and directed her attention to Rikive as the subject of her leadership emerged. Beth barely knew the Asgardian. Save the few occasions she had questioned Rikive about ancient or futuristic magicks -- whichever category other realms like Asgard fell into -- and the multitude of short meetings they had whenever Beth visited Parael, the ghost spent little time with Rikive. However, her skills were not to be dismissed, and the woman had a sound head on her shoulders.
"I can see you as our leader," Beth admitted, smiling some. "In the very least, you might be able to keep Parry from doing anything else stupid." She ceased her fidgeting and dropped the smile. "No one poses a better chance. Now, is anyone else concerned leaving that woman and the hunter alone with our best lead isn't the brightest idea?" She gestured towards the room they held their captive in, then followed Karram to the door.
Perhaps in part because she valued his smarts.
Nonetheless, she could not deny the sense in his rebuttal. She nodded and directed her attention to Rikive as the subject of her leadership emerged. Beth barely knew the Asgardian. Save the few occasions she had questioned Rikive about ancient or futuristic magicks -- whichever category other realms like Asgard fell into -- and the multitude of short meetings they had whenever Beth visited Parael, the ghost spent little time with Rikive. However, her skills were not to be dismissed, and the woman had a sound head on her shoulders.
"I can see you as our leader," Beth admitted, smiling some. "In the very least, you might be able to keep Parry from doing anything else stupid." She ceased her fidgeting and dropped the smile. "No one poses a better chance. Now, is anyone else concerned leaving that woman and the hunter alone with our best lead isn't the brightest idea?" She gestured towards the room they held their captive in, then followed Karram to the door.
Sounds right to me. I suppose if she hears his name or sees his face, she recall experiencing the memory and have something to say about it.
Ah, if there are ghosts involved, then she's likely to know more than I expected. Probably something about his background, and now that I think about it, if he's in league with Nemsemet and a lot of the undead have gone over to the dread mummy, she might have heard a few bits and pieces when she was scouting for a way out of the city.
Rikive for leader would be great, and it wouldn't take much to convince Beth of that.
Rikive for leader would be great, and it wouldn't take much to convince Beth of that.
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