Demon: The Fallen - Scene 4 - Downtown

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Demon: The Fallen - Scene 4 - Downtown

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Claire:

As you start heading away, the dog abandons you, it has taken a very keen interest in your house.
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Diane:

A quick stop at Burger Boi, food acquired, the cop offers to pay, very very respectful and scared. His idle chatter doesn't seem to be helping him calm down though.

You arrive at the shelter, there is a news crew, a few people trying to hold back the milling crowd. You recognize them as some cops who are off duty, who come by to check on things, before or after their shifts. It's the closest thing to security you have outside of old cameras.
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Ivan:

The hub bub doesn't appear to be slowing down or stopping. You can faintly hear someone in the din shouting about dead children. Poisoned. Cops doing nothing. Others have gathered milling into the crowd. It's getting larger and seems to be getting unruly.

You notice a reporter taking people from the growing group aside while a cameraman films then, apparently interviewing random people here.

Your vehicle is approached by one such female reporter, who knocks on your driver side window and waits patiently.
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Ivan keeps his face averted, even though the windows are darkened. He starts the engine and pulls away quickly.

He thinks, I hope I got your toe.

As he pulls away from the riotous police station, he cranks up the stereo again. Dethklok is singing his song, Burn the Earth.
  • Burn it all away!
    Can't fucking pray!
    Burn it all away!
    Can't fucking pray!
The police station is out, now. The hotel as well... too much activity. The hawt porno chick left with her agent, and he can't tell where Diana and Claire are at the moment. Probably still in the police station. He can't go back to the church, which is why it's a good safe place for the boys.

Diana would eventually end up back at the homeless shelter, of course. And Claire told him her address, where they were heading when they were pulled over.

Decisions decisions. But, Claire approached him. It must have been for a reason. And if there was another infernal in the station, that would suggest that Claire approaching him was part of a plan.

Ivan returns to Claire's house, keeping a cautious eye out this time as he goes, but still nodding his head to Disturbed.
  • Let me enlighten you
    This is the way I pray

    Heaven just isn't hot enough
    Burn me alive, inside
    Heaven, the Light's hot enough
    Take everything away
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Diana:

She scarfed the burger down, and most of the good fries, before they were half-way to the shelter. "Thanks," she mumbles. "You can have the rest."

I thought they all left after that old lady was done talkin'. Guess she said the right [excrement].

[Ignore the crowd and make my way into the building.]
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Claire watches the dog briefly and continues to head down the street. She looks up and notices Ivan's vehicle heading towards her on the road and stops, waving him down.
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Ivan pulls over by Claire, and immediately turns off his headlines before unlocking the door.

"Oh, Claire. Is good to seeink you here. Ivan was thinkink you was is beink at police. Does you knowink what was happen there?"
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Claire frowns and looks at Ivan. "At the police station? No, I left right after you did. There's something funny going on at my place tho...it looks old, and it's not. Henry is also mumbling something about it burning...? It seems familiar almost, but it's a fleeting familiarity..."
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"Oh ho. Burnink?" Ivan breaks into song, badly. "Da house. Da house. Da house is on FIRE!"

"Oh, is beink your house. Ivan sorry Claire house burn. But the gettink old, Ivan be hearing about something same at other place. Is hotel in city here. Is crazy gangster types shooting place up, like cowboys. And gangsters is saying man stepping from drawer of desk, make things old."

"Ivan thinkink gangsters be takink the drugs, no? Even little girly man be too big fit in desk drawer, no? And then little girly man killink one of gangster with making old? Is soundink like old stories of Baba Yaga from childhood. How you sayink in America... is like booger man? Watch out little children, or booger man get! Hah hah. Only, gangsters be tripping ballz on bad acid, be seeink things, then be shootink place up. Probably killink friend with shootink him, no? Just make up tiny drawer man. How you say, hallucinize? They probably doing hallucinizationship of man, then shooting and killing other gangster."

Ivan stops talking for a second, noticing how he'd gone on. "Hallucinization."

"So, maybe we goink to Claire house? Ivan want see hallucin eye of old burning house."
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Claire listens and blinks a few times as Ivan tells her what's gone on while at the police station. "I don't care if the house burns down with him inside, but I wouldn't mind grabbing a few things. There was a dog too, but it went back towards the house. The house is always...off...but always looked well kept...I don't know..." She trails off and looks out the front windshield towards the house.
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Go to shelter, try to help motivate the police.....

**Playing to the press***

"What happened here? Some deranged abuser decided to clean out the whole lot of "them uppity bitches" by poisoning? And the children too?"
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Jaina

You will do so at the speed of plot.
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Diana

A trio of homeless people are set up on a corner, watching the group with avid eyes.

One of the off duty cops tries to get you through the crowd, with moderate success, at the back you hear grumbles about this place being used to push dope, kids as dealers. Further through the crowd, reporters are asking about the child who was poisoned here, who was she, which hospital he was taken to, when will she be released, and when are his funeral arrangements. The off duty cops are trying to keep them back with moderate success.

Once inside, you can hear the TV on, turned up to almost full volume

"own shelter was the scene of tragedy. A child, homeless, without family, who lived here was assaulted. Police are mum about the incident and the shelter's workers refuse to comment. The nature of the assault is unknown, there are rumors of drug use or poisoning, but we'll have more as events warrant. This is Kerma Shatwanka reporting."

You are surrounded by teens and kids now asking what's going on, what happened.
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Ivan and Claire

You're in front of the house. Claire's doggy companion is sniffing around, with at least two more friends joined in. A single homeless woman is rummaging through the garbage.

[You both made Perc+alertness] She's going through the motions, really she's watching the house.

Getting out of the vehicle, Claire faintly recognizes the drunken rambling. It got louder/drunker. Ivan hears words but it's so slurred and run together you can tell A: it's supposed to be English, B: it's drunk, so it must be C:Drunklish.
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Ivan brushes Claire's shoulder to get her attention, and gestures for her to stay back a ways with him for a bit.

He points at the woman pretending to play with garbage, with a vaguely questioning look on his face. Which is in the dark right now, so who really knows if Claire gets his point.

Then he watches the woman, and pays special attention to how the dogs and she react to each other. If she were another infernal, the dogs might try to avoid her. Or, he supposes, she might be controlling them somehow as well.
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She glances up at Ivan and moves back as requested. She looks over at the homeless woman and shrugs at Ivan before tugging on his sleeve and tilting her chin towards the corgi-esque dog that's around the house. She leans up and whispers softly, "the dog was following me around a bit, homeless woman is new."

She slips behind the van and closes her eyes for a moment. (use Speak with the Dead)
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Ivan sees Claire hiding, and nods. It is best that she stay out of things. There was already one Infernal involved in his life today, maybe two. He doesn't want his new local informant to get hurt so soon by a third one.

He debates getting out his silencer, but even that is too loud. So he just waits for the homeless woman to leave. She'll find what she wants in the filth of the garbage can, and then move on.

Any

moment

now...
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At the Shelter

Diana tries to hush them by waving her arms. "I don't know much. She got sick at the station. Said an old guy gave her some candy in the office."

"Any of you saw someone in there? I'm thinkin' it was that suit, but that's what she said."
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Diana

You get a sea of blank faces, no one knows of anyone allowed into the office.

Some of the younger kids begin looking around. They are fully aware of Stranger Danger, and know not to take candy from them.

In the office: A locked drawer is open. There is something different then when you were last here.
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Ivan and Claire

Eridan: Check your PM.

The woman noticed you noticing her picking garbage, and tries to appear even more into her chore. She fails miserably at it (Botched), and looks like she is doing everything in her power BUT watching the house and you both.
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