It's a TOURIST TRAP....OF DEATH.

[fortuneglass]

Who: Carly, Jack, Lambert, some poor NPC sap....
When: 'October 10th, 2017'
Where: Portland area, in the new reality- Specifically Sanctuary, and some random abandoned office building.
What: TERRIBLE SNACKRIFICES FOR SOULS!!!
Warnings: Carly is literally murdering a man (it won't be given much detail however and the log itself is mostly chatter before and outside the scene.)

[Anath's forces were on the move. Scouts were now appearing, trying to convince her to their side of things, and while she was nervous, Aslla seemed to be growing even more antsy with the passing days. 'We need more power,' he finally hissed, practically breaking his voice as it shook. 'I need SOULS!'

She had balked, of course. It was hard enough to get one soul, but multiple? And the things it would take...

...So he dangled their agreement over her head. An agreement that, unbeknownst to her, wasn't even real, an agreement that only Aslla Piscu knew to be false...

...But even with her thoughts scrambling hour after hour, it still felt so important.

So.

One soul, she agreed. She would conduct the ritual, and with any luck claw their way to the strength they needed to weather out the tide. Did Aslla already have enough strength? Would he make it just getting a single soul's worth? she didn't know.

They had to try though, right?]


 

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FOR JACK | Calling on a Favor

[fortuneglass]

[This was a bit silly, or at least it feeled like it, but Carly doesn't have much room to gripe about it. Demons from Anath's crew have started appearing, and more importantly, they're getting touchy. Invasive. They're overstepping the boundaries, and she herself knows that these are barely the foot soldiers. It makes Aslla nervous, for reasons even she doesn't grasp-

Perhaps because while Carly doesn't understand why she feels she'll have the best chance asking Jack for help, Aslla does. And more than that, he can't tell what's more frightening. The idea of this foreign demon coming after him...

...or what he'll lose when Carly remembers how strained their 'relationship' is.

Carly walks into Sanctuary taking glances at roses, using hell-fire to occasionally burn a few vines that seem to be wandering too close, but keeps her eye out for one person. Demon. Whatever.]

...Jack!

[kingofd]

[Jack could be found far off in the courtyard drinking coffee, his legs crossed as he dutifully ignores everyone else. He had made efforts to cut off some of the roses with his hellfire--it just wasn't terribly effective. The worst of them were already gone at this point, so he didn't pay them too much mind.]

Hm? You're here to claim your favour already?

[insidescoop]

A-Already..!? [She's noticed that-when it comes to personal space it works great, but everywhere else? FORGET IT.] This isn't an already deal..! You can't tell me you haven't noticed Anath's demons starting to show up!

[She's honestly nervous, Jack!! Even FRAZZLED. More than usual.]

[kingofd]

I've noticed. [He says simply, uncrossing his legs and rising to his feet. Jack steps away from the table and places a hand at his hip.]

What is it you need me to do? I should have you know, I don't plan on getting myself killed for your sake.

[insidescoop]

It's not going to be like that..! It's...

[...Well. Even if it's not DANGEROUS it's still uncomfortable, and she swallows, looking to her feet.] Aslla Piscu...

... ...Aslla Piscu feels he needs more power, [she says quietly.]

...I need to obtain someone's soul. ...And... ...I need someone to keep anyone from coming in while I do that.

[kingofd]

Hmph. [Jack scoffs, turning his cheek. He refuses to look at her, and he looks conflicted.]

It's pathetic, that you let that parasite tell you what to do. Is it that afraid of Anath?

[Something feels wrong, but he can't quit place it.] This isn't like you at all!

[insidescoop]

I'm afraid of Anath, at this point!! Jack, demons have honestly been going 'missing' as she gets closer to this place, and that means anyone she approaches here could be n-

[wat] Since when do you know anything about me!?

[kingofd]

I don't care what other demons have been doing! I won't be silenced just because she decides to walk into town.

[Jack pauses, seeming bewildered by Carly's question. It takes him several seconds of staring to realize that things didn't quite add up in his head. This is just like before, and he hasn't gotten any closer to finding out why he feels like he knows her.]

I know enough to know this isn't something you want to do!

[insidescoop]

...Jack...

[Carly stares for a few moments, that wrenching, gut feeling half plunging through her chest again. Something doesn't feel right again, something odd...but all she can find herself thinking is that this feels familiar, and more importantly...

...That Jack has no idea what he's facing.] ...I'm going to be okay, alright? ...But I need to do this. ...I... ...it's not a ritual I enjoy, [she mutters-and that puts it lightly] ...but I have to do this.

[kingofd]

[He huffs and stomps towards her, then right past her as he heads for the door. He can't believe she's going to listen to that parasite over him.

Why does his chest hurt? This isn't a sensation he's ever felt before, and yet it feels all too familiar.]

Then let's find someone suitable. I don't have all day.

[This all leaves a bad taste in his mouth, but a deal's a deal, and Jack can't back out of it. His pride won't let him; to back down from his word once would be to shatter the reputation he's built. He refuses to be seen as one of those stereotypical sneaking, conniving demons.]

[insidescoop]

[...He's going to help?

She looks almost struck-more touched than insulted obviously, but struck with a wave of hurt like nothing else.

She nods in the end.] ...There... .... Dignity Village should work...

[It's where all the homeless are, after all.]

[kingofd]

[If Anath really is as powerful as Carly says she is, he doesn't want to leave her alone until she's powered up. If she dies, he won't be able to fulfill his favour.]

We can take our bikes.

[That's all Jack says before he's out the door.]

[insidescoop]

[And so they shall. With a grim nod they'll head to their bikes, and toward the sea of tents and garden and roses that is 'Dignity Village'. The resident Fae seem to be seeking something out here as well-but that's hardly what's important.

What's important is the Victim.]

LAMBERT & JACK | 'DUEL!'

[fortuneglass]

[The location is well hidden, or rather, well isolated. It is one of a few run-down, emptied out office buildings within the city itself, and she herself has locked the would be victim of soul-sacrifice in a somewhat large and windowless room...along with her own person. There is one way in, and one that Lambert might be following them to soon enough.

It's a good thing Jack's guarding it though...right?]

[kingofd]

[If by "guarding" you mean standing there with his arms folded and looking mildly annoyed, then yes. That's exactly what Jack's doing.

There's also a large box to the left of the door, near his feet, but the contents are obscured by the neatly folded over flaps. At any rate, there's certainly no getting past that door without going through him first.]

he can SORT OF see through glamors but up to you if he can see through jack's or not! just lmk o/

[whattaprick]

[ Honestly? Lambert had been on his way home, on the dinky little scooter that barely deserves to be a motorbike that he uses when his work takes him out this late. He'd only been thinking about whether he was up to doing takeaway yet again this week -- probably a bad idea, but cooking seems like such a pain right now -- only to feel a sudden, sickening lurch in his stomach when he rounded the corner. Not a great feeling when you were hungry, and the last few times he's responded to this feeling ... it's gotten him into more trouble than he cares to.

Despite common sense telling him this is a bad idea, especially in this part of down, he's still following the tug of his gut, nudging it forward and looking around in the dim light until --

There. Some vaguely humanoid shape in front of a door, and the dread grows stronger the closer he gets, but it pulls him onward anyway. He pulls his bike over, gripping the handlebars tight, wavering.

Definitely, absolutely, 100% a bad idea. Yet he's tugging his helmet off and swinging off the bike anyway. ]

Sure! Jack just has wings/horns/a tail mostly

[kingofd]

[It's hard to miss the sound of any engine going; Jack dutifully stays at his perch even as he turns his head to keep an eye on the man pulling up. Luckily it's just another human, and hardly a cause for concern.

If he wasn't perfectly centered over the door before, he is now as he adjusts his footing.]

What do you think you're doing? This area's closed off, so get out of my sight!

[whattaprick]

[ Even the poor light, his eyes can pick out the shift of air behind the human form, extra parts where there shouldn't be any. Of course, he doesn't have much time to come up with an excuse to be here before he's greeted, and he stiffens, one hand coming to rest inside a jacket pocket. ]

Doesn't look that closed off to me. [ He'll risk taking a few steps forward, cautiously. The feeling tugs him forward, inexorably. ]

[kingofd]

Stop right there! [Jack sweeps his arm out and extends his hand.]

If you take another step forward, I'll consider it a challenge.

[whattaprick]

A ... challenge?

[ Lambert stares back, kind of blankly, the words enough to make him pause mid-step for now. The situation's inherently ridiculous: there's a strange guy standing in front of the door he can ... feel he needs to go into. Whatever it is he's here to stop, this is where it's happening.

So hey, whatever. He's going to go right ahead and take a step forward. ]

[kingofd]

Knowing that, you still dare to step closer to the King?!

[Hellfire flares up behind Jack, and then spread outwards to circle around them both. He could have just left it at the door, a mere human unlikely to try and barrel through it, but that's just not how Jack operates.]

Then your fate is sealed. You want to get into this room, right? Then you have to go through me first, and the only way to do that is to defeat me in a duel!

[whattaprick]

[ This was a shitty, shitty idea, Lambert decides glumly, as the fire closes behind him and seals any exits off. Who even knows if that stuff is like regular fire? He's not interested in finding out. ]

What kind of duel? [ He asks, warily. ] ... And you act like I'm supposed to recognize you, but I have no idea who you are.

[kingofd]

Hmph, you will when I'm through with you.

[That's a given.

Jack kicks the box beside him towards Lambert.]

We'll be dueling with one of these. I'll let you choose how you want to meet your end.

[Inside the box is a box of UNO cards, a Bop-It Extreme, and a few other things in the same vein. He hadn't had a lot of time to prepare.]

[whattaprick]

We're going to play a game to decide if I live or die?

[ Not even proper games, at that. Games he wouldn't be caught dead playing. It's almost confusing enough for him to even forget about the unhappy tug of dread in his stomach, because Lambert is so confused. ]

[kingofd]

What? Who said anything about dying?

[Jack's not that kind of demon.]

I meant this will be the end of the line for you! You'll turn around, and pretend you never saw this door or me standing before it.