The flights that had been related to the man from the Guild seemed to be coming in late, which was making him rather impatient, as he'd only been supplied with a member of the Enforcers and a a member of the IACSB for a total of two when he'd hoped for at least three. Not that he doubted the competence of either (well, maybe a little), but more the competence of their target.
What's more, there seemed to be some level of difficulty regarding the IACSB agent's Spiritual Armament, which if reports were correct, was a van. It didn't seem terribly useful, but that would show itself.
More than that it seemed the enforcers had sent a vampire to him, and one that wasn't even a mage to begin with.
The whole thing seemed like a disaster waiting to happen.
The airport was a bustling mess and people ran about to make their flights. In the chaos, the man wondered if he'd even be seen or noticed in the chaos.
He paced about with his signs for Wolfram Rosencrantz and Edwin Melchiott, smoothing his suit out nervously at the end of each lap in his path, until he saw two figured approaching him who seemed to meet the descriptions he'd be given.
"Ah! Signors, I'm glad you finally arrived!" he said, ecstatically. "Do you need to collect anymore baggage? I trust you don't need to be caught up to speed on the present situation."
The noble cries of an annoying baby rattled in the sky, as the voice screeched into any poor wayfarer's ears, drilling them so with a shrill banshee wail that would drive even the most patient of all Saints insane for blood, blood for a Pagan god, braying for skulls for a skull Throne, or something contrived as that. Whichever the case, that creature in question was a chubby baby, and Wolfram was holding it. He was pretty sure it was not his anyways, seeing how he wanted to reach for his luggage earlier (which he doesn't happen to own, and all it is filled with are booze bottles and a grenade somehow smuggled into the airport), and yet he snagged a baby when he was reaching for the bulkhead compartment.
Then again, that said baby was in its mother's hands, and he just snatched it out of her after he heroically took it away from her (he was drunk somehow off of a drunk person's blood, yelled something about getting off his lawn, and proceeded to punch the mother in the face and yet somehow managed to get off scotfree), and so now, it is his responsibility.
For the oddest of reasons, Wolfram was wearing a fake beard that wasn't even the colour of his hair, namely, it was blonde. Otherwise, all was normal with the Tepes vampire as he joined in with his latest friend (and possible dessert), Edward something (mortal names are so easy to forget, seeing they tend to die in like what? A few years, or a few seconds, usually hard to tell the difference).
Lagging behind Edwin slightly, Wolfram elegantly weaved through the crowd of airport goers by shoving them all aside with his free arm, while the other kept the baby close as it continued to cry. In front of Wolfram (about three feet away) was a guy who was moving his mouth, making odd noises. He believed this thing was called talking, and he was pretty sure there was Italian in that English smattered about. Oh wait, right, he wasn't drunk, he was in fact right despite being paranoid at the moment, glancing about with frantic eyes, that yes, that was his contact.
For some reason, the ecstatic greeter greeting Wolfram and Edwin seemed happy, which tipped Wolfram that something was wrong.
Nobody was EVER happy to see Wolfram, except his friends in the Homeless Association, and the guy before him was no hobo. Well, time to make good on his job.
"I am afraid not, my good man. I haven't brought any luggage with me besides the clothes on my back, and this... thing right here." The manwhore vampire gestures to the chubby baby he has with a shrug, glancing about randomly at the airport and the denizens that were parting away from him particularly as he does so. "Oh, and this lad with me is Ed... something. He's a good lad, a bit daft, but good hearted. Doubt he brought his luggage though." What was left unmentioned was that he was lying about that bit. In truth, he wasn't sure about Edwin's measure to begin with.
In hindsight, Edwin probably should have listened to his reservations on taking this missions, taking into account his classic bad luck when it came to dealing with other people. But it seemed like a decent idea at the time, and he'd figured, what the hell, maybe he could actually use the practice on gathering intel in a real-world scenario. Might be something useful to do at least.
The downsides had presented themselves in rapid fashion the second he'd actually met his team-mates...or rather, team-mate, one Wolfram Jeronimus Rosencrantz. The vampire was getting on Edwin's nerves in record time - especially with the fact that, somehow, the vampire seemed to be acting as if it was drunk, too. At least, that was the only excuse he could have for why he was wearing a fake beard that it might have worked if he was disguising himself as an utter lunatic, he head was darting around as if he was in the midst of some narcotic dream, and, oh yes, he'd stolen a fucking baby. There were just no words. Even Edwin hadn't really managed to tell him off for it, because he was still trying to process everything and just keep up with the lunatic vampire - who may have also been trying to keep up with him.
And Edwin really didn't like the way that he swore Wolfram had been giving him the same kind of glances that he might expect from one who is eying up a particularly delicious steak.
This was going to be a very, very bad day. But he was here now, and the vampire seemed to be jabbering on about...something. What the hell were they going to do about the baby though? That thing was going to have to join them for now most likely - unless some miracle occurred and they managed to pawn the child off somewhere, maybe onto this hapless dope giving them their intel. Somehow, their contact was putting on a happy face. From Wolfram's expression, Edwin figured they might actually be agreeing on something for once - that this was too optimistic a start (though of course, the vampire might well have been drunk, so who could tell at this point?)
Edwin sighed, frustrated already at the introduction. Could this idiot even actually do anything, let alone fulfill a mission? Well, probably - vampires were known for being far more powerful than humans, frustratingly. Rubbing his temples and trying to sort out the oncoming headache, he decided to fill in the information on himself that his 'companion' had so graciously volunteered. "...my name is Edwin Melchiott. No, I don't have any luggage." Anything he couldn't carry he'd have kept with Ciara - hopefully he'd remembered to put the first-aid kit that he'd requisitioned from the IACSB this time. Not that he was sure how useful it'd be to a vampire, but who knew at this point. "And yes, we got filled in on the current situation. Any intel you can give us - last known movements, what he was working on, et cetera - would be much appreciated. Unless you'd prefer we step inside and talk about this away from prying eyes?"
In his head, Edwin silently added, "...or before this idiot proceeds to start a bar-fight with the actual building."
His heart sank. The situation seemed to be getting more dire by the minute. The man from the IACSB seemed reliable, if not somewhat green . . . but the vampire . . . from the guild's own enforcers no less . . . it took one look for one to wonder why the normally rigorously studious Guild would let such a man work for them. Had the enforcers fallen on such hard times to work with such a clown?
"Signore Rosencrantz, I see you brought a child with you." the man in the suit half stated, half coughed out. At least he thought it was the Rosencrantz fellow. The beard was throwing him off, but on close examination it was a fake.
He was extremely weary now. Even more so than usual. Some part of him was telling him the baby wolfram held was of no relation to him.
"Well . . . If you don't have any luggage, Signore Melchiott, do you need your Spiritual Armament handled in any way? As I'm aware it is some kind of vehicle yes?" He couldn't help but wonder what an organization like the IACSB was doing giving someone a supposed weapon that, of all things, was a van. Whatever modern technological advantage that brought was lost upon the mage entirely.
Well, that aside, it was probably time to get down to business. The two at least new what they were doing . . . well, the IACSB one did at least. He was worried about the vampire. Very worried about the vampire.
"I don't have much more information, but I can provide you with a map to the safe house that the guild tried raiding, hopefully you can find some clue there to Giovanni's current whereabouts that we may have missed." The chances of that happening seemed to be lowering by the minute. He handed Edwin, who he assumed to be the more responsible of the two a couple of pictures of the building and the address and apartment number.
"Ah, if you make any expenditures for gas or a taxi, be sure to contact us again and we'll be sure to work it out with your respective organizations to reimburse you in full, now, good hunting." And with that, the man practically bolted away from the two of them, wanting nothing to do with the increasingly bizarre nature of the situation that was unfolding in front of him.
The Italian man blabbered on about their mission, and proceeded to dump an envelope Wolfram never even considered reading, to the other fellow, Edward Elri-- Culle-- well, he'll remember his surname one of these days. Mayonnaise was it? Probably, Wolfram wasn't thinking about that right now, so much as to his environment, and to the people around him. Bewildered that his most uncanny qualities were of his traits, and not the fact he wore a Hussar uniform that would not be out of place in some century old war in Europe.
Despite such thoughts, despite Edwin's enunciation of his name, apparently either Wolfram ignored what the human boy said, or probably didn't even hear it, somehow, some way, in spite of his superior senses of thought, smell, grammar, and farming. The last part was just a bonus.
The vampire Hussar kept his palm rested on the pommel of his sword, another mystery that was taken past airport security (under the insistence that it was his walking cane, that for the oddest and most nonsensical reason, worked somehow. Either that, or there were lots of bribes involved).
Ah well, with the Italian man bolting out of sight, Wolfram was left in his lonesome with Edwin. Edwin and this baby-thing in his hand. He's pretty sure the infant was a boy, maybe, or a girl, not that he'll check.
"Ah, this reminds me of der Zweite Weltkrieg, back when I was in Italy killing as many Fascists as much as drinking their booze and pasta, except they aren't shooting bullets at me in this case." Wolfram rambled on in a brief, if not insubstantial recollection, giving Edwin a rather hard nudge to his side. "Alright, now enough of this lollygagging business, let us be off, shall we?" Wolfram paused, sniffed, and continued to glance around his surrounding, before clearing his throat. "Now, let us be off, before someone realizes that the pilot to my plane might have turned into a Ghoul... which by the way, is not my fault. I had some scuffle with some Lamias and Nagas on a plane and they poisoned the fellow with their fan-- nevermind... it's a long story, and thoroughly unimportant, so uhm... let us be off!"
The baby made some baby sound as if agreeing with Wolfram's sentiment, either that, or that was in fact a burp.
Post by The D.J. C.J. on Jul 22, 2016 10:39:34 GMT
Their handler seemed disappointed. Edwin couldn't really blame him - he was disapopinted as well, and this was taking into account he'd already worked with the crazy vampire before; well, 'worked' being an overstatement, considering the last time the lazy bastard had just sat in his van and done nothing. Edwin still held a bit of a grudge over that, not that Wolfram probably even remembered the events.
At least the handler had something to give them - some pictures of what seemed to be his old safe-house. Edwin would honestly have preferred the man gave them something about what Giovanni had been working on, so they could at least be prepared for whatever was coming up, but at least they wouldn't be driving blind through Naples. The only problem at this point would be to make sure that Wolfram wasn't distracted. Stealing a quick glance at the vampire, he realised that would probably be harder then it sounded. How the hell did he manage to keep the vampire under control - or at least keep him away from any more alcohol? Just as long as Wolfram didn't throw up in the van or he'd never hear the end of things - though he and Ciara seemed to have had something to talk about last mission, so Ciara didn't seem that opposed to his company...yet.
"Don't worry about the van, I've gotten it taken care of." Edwin said, making a mental note of the location to put into the GPS. It wouldn't take too long to get there, most likely. He looked up to try and ask the handler for more information, but by the time he did, the handler had already ran halfway down the block and didn't look like he was going to stop anytime soon. Edwin rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Well, this is just a fantastic start to the day."
Meanwhile, Wolfram was going on about something that had apparently happened, and that Edwin didn't really care about. Something in German that wasn't relevant to anything, most likely. Walking back towards the van which he'd just parked nearby (it must have blended in a little better than he'd expected, honestly, considering the handler didn't seem to have noticed it), he opened the door and jumped into the driver's seat, hoping not to get any more unnecessary sarcasm from Ciara than he could handle, which seemed unlikely - but one could dream. While some part of Edwin's mind warned about letting him into the nearby passenger's seat, and having him within relatively close range of his throat, it seemed likely that'd be the seat that the vampire would take. Maybe if he drove fast enough, the vampire wouldn't pay attention. That probably wouldn't stop the baby though, which Wolfram was still clutching onto.
Turning the keys, the van chugged and roared to life. Maybe a drive through the town of Naples would soothe his sour mood. If he was lucky. Just a slong as the vampire didn't get distracted by running into any nearby vineyards.
Good old reliable Ed, or so Wolfram had thought, as he didn't even need to suggest beating up some local and taking their car for a temporary duration. Then again, he doubted the Italian folks would appreciate being mugged for their car, fancy that. In either cases, he nodded his thanks to the decades younger lad, smiling to him, and then to the baby he had in hand. "If you have the van, then you get to drive. I have to watch this child right here... isn't that right, Morty Jr.?"
The baby made some baby sounds, which consisted of some giggles, or probably a frightened hiccup, whichever the case, they had everything down in the bag, including a child to blackmail people with. Now... all he was missing is a bottle of brandy, a briefcase full of cash, and some roofies. He could take care of that later on anyways, if his contact in Italy was still around. He hasn't seen him around since the 50's. Odds are, he grew old, and died, or some other contrived circumstance mortals tend to bother with. Wolfram could swear, you can just sneeze at a mortal wrong, and they'd just get sick and die or something, which made remembering names rather... annoying. They'd usually die in the first century or something like that.
When Edwin left Wolfram behind to go to his car, expecting the erstwhile vampire to appear close behind him, Wolfram did the contrary, and did not do so, at least not immediately...
A few moments later, the passenger seat was flung wide open, and the erstwhile vampire stepped inside, seating himself on the colloquially known shotgun seat next to Edwin. Everything was right in the world except for one little detail -- in Wolfram's other arm was clutched an olive skinned toddler, and on his head seemed to be a peaked cap with polished visor (and some sort of municipal insignia), that now, it was spattered in red fluids of some sort. No doubt ketchup.
The noble vampire placed aside the olive toddler in a gentle way (and by gentle, he really just flung it at the backseat without much care), before closing the door by his side, pulling the seatbelt over, and then placing the OTHER whiter toddler on the seat pocket beneath his legs, lapping both of those legs on top of said child. The vampire unwinded and relaxed with a sigh. "Nicht schon wieder." The Hussar mused to himself, hand kept on his saber's pommel, and his eyes occasionally eyeing Edwin, or at least his neck. He was wondering what sort of exercise regimen the lad used to keep his throat relatively thin, all things considered, but to anyone else, it looked like the vampire was intensely hungering for blood. "Alright, step on it Rotzbengel. We have a mission to finish, a damsel to save, and boozes to drink."
The safe house in question ended up taking the shape of a reasonable one-bedroom apartment with a full kitchen, a bathroom, and even a small study (five rooms in total), that had been rifled through and torn apart. There was yellow tape across the door that Wolfram and Edwin would have to bypass to get in, and after that they'd find the place in shambles, starting in the living room.
The beige walls were still in tact, so it wasn't drastic physical damage to the apartment. The (slightly old, but still in good condition) carpet was fine, aside from being covered in a multitude of different objects. The lights were beginning to flicker from being on too long. Furniture was overturned and there was scattered paper (with a variety of levels of importance and apparent significance) in almost every room. A book shelf in the living room had had books seemingly torn off of it at random and thrown every which was about the room, joining the sundry scraps of paper. The kitchen had been hastily left with dirty dishes still in the sink that had obviously started to mold, if ever so slightly, and a cup of coffee on the kitchen table that had long since gotten cold. A safe in the bedroom had been flung open and its contents removed.
The only rooms untouched by the Chaos appeared to be the bathroom and a study off of the living room that was marked with a number of seals and markings inside.
Either their target had torn the place up getting his assets together to leave, or enforcers had (half-heartedly) torn up the place looking for clues. Regardless, the place was now something of a mess aside from the two untouched room in the apartment.
Post by The D.J. C.J. on Aug 10, 2016 12:33:27 GMT
Honestly, Edwin found it amazing that they'd made it here in one piece. With two babies in the backseat of the car - followed by a loud stream of profanities which were probably going to be the first words of said babies - the best he could manage to do is just ignore the rantings of Wolfram. What in the hell was a Rotzbengel anyway?
Still, the two had arrived without incident, so it was time to start trying to gain some info about this place. Edwin idly wondered if Wolfram would be of any use this time, but knowing the way the world work either he'd be useless or he'd sniff out the most crucial piece of evidence by vampiric powers - either result would end up annoying him, but there was little he could do about it at least at this point.
Approaching the building, Edwin looked about - but strangely there weren't any guards, something that was unnerving enough, but quite frankly it was doubtful the mage would still be hanging around here just waiting to be kidnapped, so it probably was generally safe to go in there...with that, the young man stepped over the tape and entered the safe house, taking out a notepad and pencil from his pocket, in case something appropriate came to mind.
Looking around the building, it was quite clear that it was going to take some old-fashioned detective work to be able to sort any of this out. It was strange - Edwin thought he would have found the sight enough to make him sick, but he was reacting to everything quite calmly. While the house didn't look particularly destroyed, it was clear enough that something cahtoic had happened here. Edwin scribbled down some notes of the damage he could see, but as far as he could tell it merely looked like the place had been abandoned for a few days - so it was strange that nobody had noticed. "Perhaps the neighbours know something about the incident?" - maybe he could send Wolfram to deal with talking to neighbours. Lord knows he'd rather avoid people. In particular he noted that a safe had been opened - Edwin wondered what had been hiding in there, but there was likely no way to tell now. It would perhaps be worth looking about the bedroom later, but first...
There were two rooms that were, strangely, kept almost as pristine as before - the bathroom, and a room marked with seals that Edwin had little idea. Pulling out his mobile phone, he took snapshots of some of the seals, uploading them to the TAMRD - hopefully someone in that group would know what these seals exactly were and how to deal with them properly. In the meantime, Edwin looked into the bathroom - not stepping inside it yet, just in case - to see if he could see what had left it so pristine.
Though in the curiousity of trying to piece together what was going on, he'd forgotten all about his partner...
Once upon a time, there was a wee bit vampire named Wolfram, and he was joined by his faithful sidekick, Edward. Oh wait, Edwin, it's quite a tedious affair to keep all those Ed names straight, especially in the Cul-de-sac. That aside, he was on a boa-- car, van, gesundheit, and he was expected to do some investigating. Those were words foreign to Wolfram, much like child support or responsibility, so, he just put that aside and figured he'll do what he always does when looking for something, and that is, to tap into almost a century's worth of experience doing his job as a Draconian man of the sword. The arrival to the safehouse came without incident, with neither so much as a bump nor car crash, as the place was exactly where Wolfram had expected them to arrive when Edwin parked his car -- it was like this, usually he comes to this cruddy place as a tenant, one most likely end up waking up in nursing a hangover, or so vision of the building told him as they moored to a parking position with the van.
Stepping out of the van, and taking the two babies with him, one olive skinned and the other vanilla cream skinned, he marched into the building entrance mouth at a steady pace, right behind Edwin, and into the bowels of perfidious crimes. The not so pristine living space filled with two pristine rooms. It took Wolfram one look from outside the door and into the safe house/apartment room to conclude that he might have better things to do, better to let the scholarly manling deal with this, he has other ways of garnering information, so...
Wolfram turns away from the door of the apartment, and goes for the one next door to the right. He decides to knock the door with his foot, to probably rouse the neighbors awake, and by knock, he had dreadfully underestimated his strength.
The door gave away from the hinges, burst outwards and into the not-suspect's apartment room, and revealed a baffled looking Wolfram holding two babies on each arm staring at the scene of his latest mischief.
"Well," He could say in the most absolute certainty of the word, "Shit."
The bathroom was relatively small with a fairly typical set up for one person. It had a shower stall and a toilet all in an 8' by 8' space with tile floors and walls. Notably, the bathroom window was wide open and opened out onto a fire escape. While not overflowing, the toilet appeared to have been clogged by trying to flush a mass of paper that was now stuck in the bowl down. It had been left there for quite some time by the looks of it as ink had started soaking into what water there was left in the bowl.
As much as it seemed burning would be easier, the evidence was likely destroyed if there was any to be found in the toilet. Perhaps setting up a fire would have taken too much time? The shower curtain was drawn.
Meanwhile next door, Wolfram kicked in the door on a couple having an amorous moment. If one looked closely, they'd see that they were both wearings rings, but that they didn't match.
A woman walked in past Wolfram and started yelling in Italian while the woman previously inhabiting the apartment started yelling at the man while gesturing at Wolfram. It wasn't long before the two women were yelling at each other and the man was trying to sneak out of the apartment past Wolfram.
The fighting between the women intensified and one of them reached into the couch cushions and got out a gun, waving it around, and yelling, obviously threatening no one to move.
No one even seemed to be paying much attention to Wolfram at this juncture as they all seemed to be yelling at each other. Notably, the second woman who walked in was wearing a ring that still didn't resemble the man's.
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