Ashley J. "Ash" Williams's Story

Ashley J. "Ash" Williams glances around. This ain't Kansas.

Ashley J. "Ash" Williams glances around at the strange environment.

I suppose so. Falling into strange portals and ending up in odd lands and times is kinda my gig now, apparently.

He shrugged lightly, unconcerned with this predicament.

Ashley J. "Ash" Williams arrived in a glorious fashion! So glorious, it almost couldn't be put into words. Almost.

Ashley J. "Ash" Williams blinked and followed along once more! Gah!!

Ashley J. "Ash" Williams blinked in shock, yet followed on his way towards this new location. This is only getting stranger and stranger by the second...

Ashley J. "Ash" Williams nearly stumbles as he arrives...!

Ashley J. "Ash" Williams blinked for a moment, raising a hand to point and just looking around. "Uh-huh. Anyone else creeped out by the floating, dissipating guy?" With that, he tapped his foot against the ground to see if he'd sink as well...

south

"Arrest me?" The Drow scoffed incredulously, it had been centuries since she'd even considered traditional imprisonment. Being transported to a densely populated facility of inmates did have an appealing ring to it. Especially considering she was absolutely famished.

"My first question is who those vampires were, what faction they belonged to, and why they attacked this place."

The attack on the Bar had slowed them down enough, if they dallied for much longer they'd be back at square one. Not to mention the Scourge was quickly running out of free-time. In a calm whisper, the Drow turned back to Gabrielle, "In my line of work there is a thing called 'The Masquerade.' It's a fancy word we use to describe the charade we keep up to hide from the public eye, and downplay the existence of my organization. I'll get... punished, should we violate The Masquerade."

Akshasha snorted with indignation. "Are you serious? You're Terran PD and you don't know who the Sabbat are? No wonder they keep getting bolder. They're a terrorist organization. They attacked cause they're terrorists!" Rolling her eyes, she produced a bottle of Blud, uncorking it with her mouth and spitting the cork into the trash. The fire in her eyes died down a bit as she drank the elixir, Vitae returning and her hunger diminishing. It would have to do as a stop-gap for now.

"Here's the thing Lieutenant, Ms. LeBeau and I are kind of on a tight schedule. Every second we waste getting interrogated by the bureaucracy, our trail gets colder and colder. That being said, information about what transpired here is on a need-to-know basis. Tell your superiors it was a tiff between the Sabbat and the Powers that Be, they'll tell you what you NEED to know." Perhaps she was being a bit haughty, but it was the truth.

The Lieutenant frowned, but nodded. "Very well, I shall ask them. I'm surprised I haven't heard of this 'Sabbat' as you call it-"
A female police officer rushed into the room. "Lieutenant Richardson," she said quickly. "There's been another murder on the Main Street. Same cause of death, some sort of giant blade or cleaver."
"Damn!" Christopher swore, clapping a hand to his forehead. "I completely forgot about the murderer on the loose in this place. We'll have to track him down, soon after I-"
"Uhm, actually sir, someone's already done that," the woman said. "He's-"
"Nah, nah, dame, I can introduce myself. Save your breath," came a raspy voice from the front door. Christopher turned to see a man wearing some sort of strange mask that shifted it's facial patterns, a trenchcoat and a bowler hat. He approached the police officer. "My name is Rorschach. Freelance detective and private eye. I've got all sorts of dirt on this guy. I can tell you on the way out."
Christopher nodded his head thoughtfully. "Yes, that will help plenty, Mr. Rorschach. Very well." He turned to Gabrielle and the others. "If I need any more evidence after the briefing on the Sabbat, I'd like to be able to contact you, Miss... Akshasha, was it? You seem to be very knowledgeable in the area. Farewell." And with that, he, the police officers and the private eye all departed the bar.
All was still in Gambit's Bar for one long minute. Then John shifted around in his seat. "Well, what do we do now? Are we gonna try to hunt down the rest of those vampires out there?"