Karlos: He grabs himself another quick catnap, emerging at dusk.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: As Karlos preps the meal in the galley, Fausto briefs him. Cassie is locked in her cabin until the interrogation is over.

Karlos: *swaps dem posts*

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "I have my suspicions that the prisoner might be a Camarilla defector. And the one who placed the bomb in Golden's mansion."

Karlos: He pauses at that. "What makes you think that?" He glances questioningly to Adam.

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He lays on the floor, unmoving and staring straight up...of course.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He sighs, and shrugs. "I don't know. A hunch. I sent a picture of him out to Ita to check with someone who knew the defector last night. And I'm trying to verify the information with someone else, as well." ((is this before or after the phone conversation with Claud))

Karlos: ((*looks mutely at Rav*))

The Fuzzy Ravyn: ((This would be after))

Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((Btw, Rav, prisoner is in the locked soundproofed central cabin, chained spreadeagled and staked. Adam and Karlos are in the main lounge below decks. Cassie is in the starbord cabin, with a hasp and padlock on the outside until the interrogatin is over.))

The Fuzzy Ravyn: ((Okay))

Karlos: He nods slightly, putting everything neatly back in cupboards. "Your hunches are always good."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((sorry forgot the iguana was outside, now treating him for hypothermia))

Karlos: ((Oh no!))

The Fuzzy Ravyn: ((Ouch...take your time, Singh))

Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((okies, sorry. hunny's dealing with it now))

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "We need to pick up someone who can possibly identify him. And then, if we can get a possible ID, start the interrogation."

The Fuzzy Ravyn: ((No prob.))

Karlos: "All right. Who're we picking up?"

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "An ally." He frowns, shaking his head. "A friend of Ita's."

Karlos: "A vampire?"

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He nods.

Karlos: He puffs out his cheeks a little, looking nervous at being on a boat full of vampires. Then he nods. "Got a name?"

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "I'll let him tell you it."

Karlos: "I... see..." He frowns, resting his hands on the counter.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He sighs. "If the prisoner is indeed who I suspect, he may be able to induce madness."

Karlos: "Oh, great. Just what we need."

Karlos: ((..."More fucking madness!" *g*))

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He nods. "That's why I'm giving you a choice to return to land. And I'll handle this without you."

The Fuzzy Ravyn: Claudius waits at the designated meeting spot, hands held calmly behind his back.

Karlos: He shakes his head. "No. I'll not leave you on a boat full of vampires if it's all the same to you." He smiles a little and straightens up. "Shall we?"

Adam "Fausto" Smith: It's an abandoned pier in Brooklyn, not so far from Coney Island, but far enough that all you can hear are the faint sounds of the rides and calliopes.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He nods again. "Would you like to be in the control room? Out of sight, but watchign via the camera?"

Karlos: He shakes his head. "If something happens, I won't be able to get to you. I'll stick around. I mean... I'm a killer, right?" He smiles tightly.

Karlos: "I'll just... sit back, pick the asshole's brain if you need me to, and make sure it all goes okay..."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "I'm concerned about you picking brains of someone who might be able to short circuit yours."

Karlos: He bites his lip. "Okay. No brain picking."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He nods, and heads up topside, moving to drop the small boat with the outboard and go pick up Claud. "Tell Cassie I need her to stay there for a time, and I'll let her off somewhere after we're finished...she's our ace in the hole."

Karlos: He nods and heads down to Cassie's cabin, advising her thusly.

The Fuzzy Ravyn: His eyes watch the movement on the boat in the distance, unmoving.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He motors over to where Claud is, hand in his pocket. As much as he wants to trust the guy...it's always when you drop your guard they can get you.

Karlos: Then he wanders back up on deck, sitting aft and enjoying the peace once the little outboard boat has left, watching the moonlight reflect off the sea.

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He nods to Adam, moving his hands from behind his back to hold out to the man on the boat. "Mr. Fausto."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He pulls out his cellphone and snaps a photo of Claud.

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He frowns slightly at that. "A most disconcerting habit you have there."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He checks the photo. "Disconcerting perhaps. But I'd rather be a live paranoid than a dead complacent."

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He nods. "Understood. Are we ready?"

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Come aboard."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He lets Claud sit up in the bow and motors quickly back to the boat, tying off and allowing Claud up on the deck. "How much blood do you need to make the ID?"

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He shakes his head as he climbs onto the deck, looking to Fausto. "I won't be making the ID with blood. I will observe his behaivor."

Karlos: He rises to his feet as the motorboat returns, hands behind his back.

The Fuzzy Ravyn: ((DD: The man standing calmly in front of you carries the wisdom of ages in his eyes. Approximately 6 feet tall, and sitting a little on the light side at 165 pounds, his face has an serene, almost sanctified feel to it. His features would seem to suggest an Iberian (Spanish) descent, with dark brown hair that reaches midway down his neck in a braid, matching eyes, and a very light shade to his skin. He wears a simple outfit; a plain white button-down shirt, black slacks, and polished black shoes. As he looks you over, you feel his eyes travel over you, picking up every slight nuance.))

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He looks to Karlos, and bows his head and shoulders in greeting. "Hello."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He ties off, frowning and climbing aboard. He'd thought he could use blood. He doesn't want Claud around during the interrogation.

Karlos: He inclines his head. "Good evening."

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He looks to Fausto for an explanation of this unexpected presence, his face even.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He doesn't explain, simply heads to the wheelhouse and starts the motor up. "If you don't mind, we'll head out a bit farther."

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He shakes his head to Fausto. "Not at all." He turns his head to Karlos, extending a hand, though maintaining his distance, not approaching. "Claudius."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He fires the motor up and heads out to sea at top speed, not wanting to dilly dally close to shore.

Karlos: He smiles gently, shaking Claudius' hand somewhat apologetically. "Karlos," he murmurs. "A pleasure to meet you."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He motors out about ten miles offshore of Long Island and then looks to Claudius. "Chances of them scrying this far? Or should i keep going?"

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He smiles and nods to Karlos, a flicker of recognition passing through his eyes. "And you, as well, Karlos." He looks to Adam. "We should be safe, yes. As safe as can be."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He nods, and draws in a deep breath. There's something wild and a bit uncontrolled lurking behind his eyes, tho outwardly he doesn't show it much. He looks to Karlos. "You monitor me. Clauduus..." he looks to him. "Do you need to be in the same room?"

Karlos: Lots of people recognise him. That's fine. Yeah. It is. He smiles pleasantly, and nods to Adam.

Karlos: His hands move to hang casually at his sides.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: His eyes get a bit murky, and he draws in a deep breath. "I'm going to trust you...both of you...if that trust is misplaced....good chance nobody leaves this boat alive..." And with that, he heads into the portside cabin.

Karlos: He frowns at the threat, huffing slightly, and exchanges glances with Claudius before following.

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He nods, then looks to Karlos, smiling a little.

The Fuzzy Ravyn: 8,2,7,3,3,8,

The Fuzzy Ravyn: Claudius fades away into an Unseen Presence, and follows behind.

Karlos: His eyebrows shoot up when he realises Claudius has gone, and he looks around swiftly.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He returns a few minutes later, wearing only a loincloth, covered with arcane looking symbols in what appears woad. His hair is spiked with gel, his eyes kohled and face masked with a skull like paint job, obscuring his features. He brings incense and black candles with him.

Karlos: Okay, that's just as bad... He shrinks into a corner, eyeing Fausto warily.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He's dragging some goats with him and hands the rope to Karllos while he unlocks the center cabin and enters the darkened room.

Karlos: He grabs the ropes, still eyeballing Fausto.

Karlos: He distracts himself, it seems, by crouching and petting the goats, soothing them, murmuring to them.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He seems to sink deeper and deeper into that bizzare wildness, that eerie dangerous crazyman/shaman type that he played for JJ at the NEvermore.

The Fuzzy Ravyn: Yep. Razor-Man's still stuck on the floor, looking upward.

Karlos: Hastily withdraws his wrist as one of the coats starts trying to eat the cuff of his jacket, and rises to his feet, herding the goats inside.

Karlos: Once he and they are in, he moves as far away from Fausto as he can get and leans against the wall.

Karlos: Gently prods a goats nose as it tries to eat his hem instead.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: 5,5,1,7,8,6,

Adam "Fausto" Smith: 10,5,1,5,9,3,2,6,

Adam "Fausto" Smith: 9,9,4,1,5,3,

The Fuzzy Ravyn: Adam does an excellent job of reaching that strange, wild sadistic persona. Almost too good...but not quite that far.

Karlos: 2,8,9,1,3,8,3,10,

Karlos: He visibly weakens at the signs of the animals distress, but retains his dinner, knuckles whitening as they cling more tightly to the ropes of the others.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: His voice has the strangest sense of fanatic devotion in it. Truly insane.

Karlos: He feebly tries to soothe them, patting heads with a shaking hand.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He sees the look in Razor's eyes and grins, the painted skull on his face going broad. "You're the Zodiac, aren't you? You're my....savior...."

Karlos: Swallowing tightly his attention drifting to Fausto.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "I saw the bodies...and I knew...I had to find you..." He leans down and tenderly kisses Razor on the forehead, then paints the zodiac symbol there in the goat's blood. "I brought you food...offerings...and you can tell me...how best to serve you..."

Karlos: His eyes widen suddenly, and he looks to the goats, then back to Fausto, clearly thinking they ain't gonna be the food...

The Fuzzy Ravyn: The eyes watch Fausto closely, their expression almost giddy.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He carves a zodiac symbol in the flank of the still bleating goate and presses the wounded animal against Razor's mouth and witdraws the stake.

Karlos: His breath hitches, mostly with relief at noting goats can be food too. But he remains terrified in his corner, trapped in this room with a vampire who tried to kidnap him and a madman who seems intent on handing him over to it somehow.

The Fuzzy Ravyn: The vampire reaches up and grabs the goat, tearing into it and drinking deep. Blood pours from the torn wounds, dripping all over the place, though the feeding thing doesn't seem to mind or even notice.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He shudders, as if sharing in the orgasmic sensation of the feed, a voyeur to that most intimate closeness of blood and death.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: His eyes are focused on Razor's, drinking in every nuance there, sharing in his giddy sense of bloodlust. He giggles.

Karlos: At least the goats are now too nervous to try eating his suit. That's good, right?

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He keeps drinking until well after the animal is dead, then tosses it aside. He rises to his feet, the Baphomet symbol on his T-Shirt nearly obscured with goat's blood. He looks to Fausto with demonic eyes...then, he nods to him, and his expression slowly turns to Karlos.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((He's still chained, dude.))

Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((manacles to the floor spreadeagled around his ankles and wrists,and a iron collar round his neck hooked to an eyebolt on the floor))

Karlos: ((Sexy!))

The Fuzzy Ravyn: ((Gaah. Fuck. DLP))

Adam "Fausto" Smith: As he feels, Fausto grabs another goat and carves the symbol in it, reveling in it's cries and struggles.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((Feeds))

Karlos: "No!" He grabs for the goat's rope, trying to save the poor animal, but flinches away from getting too close to crazyman Fausto.

The Fuzzy Ravyn: ((Try that again...)) He keeps drinking until well after the animal is dead, then shoves it aside. He casually tests the chains on his wrists, the Baphomet symbol on his T-Shirt nearly obscured with goat's blood. He looks to Fausto with demonic eyes, looking at the goat being carved...then, he nods to him, and his expression slowly turns to Karlos. His face curls into a sneer, and he snarls at Karlos. "You."

Karlos: He grits his teeth, clutching onto the ropes of the remaining goats as if they will somehow save him.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Not yet..." He grins, the light in his eyes enough to rival Razor's own, and he holds the second goat up for him to feed from.

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He looks to Adam, and with reluctance, nods, feeding from the goat in the same messy manner as the first.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He giggles again, rocking back and forth as if a kid on a carnival ride. "Five goats...five points of the pentacle. Circle...to bind them...tell me...your story..."

Karlos: His face sinks, his shoulders slumping, his grip on the ropes weakening a little. They're all going to die, all five of them. His gaze darts around the room like it must've done a thousand times throughout the day, still searching for a way out of here.

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He shoves the second goat body away and looks to Fausto. "My story..." He chuckles, gurgling slightly as the blood continues to drain down his throat.

Karlos: His gaze drifts back toward Fausto.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "How'd you kill them? Why'd you kill them? How do you want me to kill this one...?" He jerks his head over at Karlos.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He sounds like that kid on the playground who's trying to impress the school bully, who wants desperately to be accepted.

Karlos: His jaw sets and he draws himself upright, determined not to show his fear.

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He looks to Karlos, hatred and a hideous malice shining in his eyes and over his entir blood-soaked face. "He's not ours. He belongs to someone else." He laughs a little, deep-voiced and almost a little gravelly. "Someone's been a naughty boy, haven't you?"

Karlos: Although it's possibly a little late in the day for that...

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He giggles again, and paints the zodiac on his chest in the blood of the third goat, after he carves the symbol on it. "I magicked him..." he says in a bit of a singsong. "No butterflies..."

Karlos: He says nothing, glaring at him, then to Fausto again.

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He takes his eyes off Karlos finally, and looks up at Adam, tilting his head to the side. "What do you want to know about them for?"

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He looks at Adam, grinning maniacally. "He is the Great Teacher. He sits at the right hand of Kings. He is the Angel of the West, Lord of Death and Birth, Mercy and Vengeance. And he guides my hand."

Karlos: He snorts faintly.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: 9,2,6,5,5,

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He looks at Karlos, snarling like an furious animal. "You'll change that tone soon, when you return home."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He snarls, pacing away from Razor, tossing the carved up goat aside. "You're keeping it from me..." He says petulantly. "You're keeping me from the power I should have...by not telling me the story..."

Karlos: "I'm not fucking going anywhere, you dick!" His skin flushes. "Your Master is an asshole, you're an asshole, your fucking butthole slaveboy is an asshole..."

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He looks to Adam, smiling devilishly as he relents. "The Master sent me to the girl, in order to use her like she was made to be used. She was a pawn, manipulated around the board in order to checkmate the King."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He laughs at that, delightedly, like a little kid. There is something very, very eerie about that sound coming from such a deep-voiced adult male. He moves over to sit beside Razor's head, stroking his hair, hanging on his every word. "And the man? The child? It was so beautiful...how you did them...so...perfect..."

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He chuckles heavily. "The man was another of the Master's pawns...an unworthy one. He and his child were sacrifices to the Master, to express the Master's displeasure with my fellow servants and throw any meddlers off the path."

Karlos: He falls helplessly silent, sliding down the wall slowly until he's sitting on the floor, clutching the two remaining goats.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He grunts, feverishly drawing designs in the blood of the floor on either side of Razor's head. "Brilliant...brilliant..."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "And those others? Who the woman served at first?"

The Fuzzy Ravyn: "The King?" He snarls, and spits the remaining goat's blood on his lips out. "An usurper to the throne! It was the Master's throne...he deserved it. He will have it. And then those who scorned us will feel our wrath!"

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "The King?" He starts shaking his head, scowling darkly. "No...no..." He nods. "Only the Master...we must remove the King..." He nods emphatically.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He starts to draw more designs in blood around the circle.

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He smiles. "The King is gone...the Master and I made sure of that. Now, we must make the Trinity leave satisfied that Justice is done, so that the Master may ascend to His rightful place!"

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He pauses, whirling around. "Yes. Oh, yes!" He nods, jumping slightly with the movement, body singing with that crazed, demonic energy, as if Razor is whipping him up into a zealous frenzy. "Tell me what I can do..."

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He looks at Adam, trying to rise, straining against the chains. "You must give the Trinity their killer. It is the last thing that needs to be done, so that all may be accomplished." He lies back, and grins. "You must give them...us." He starts laughing, guietly at first, then building up toward a fevered. maniacal pitch.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Yes..." he nods. "I will..." He moves over to kneel beside Razor's head. "But please...please...tell the Master's name...so that I can pray to him...so I can make my sacrifices before I go to the Trinity..."

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He shakes his head. "He reveals himself only to the worthy...perform this act, and then he may reveal himself to you." He looks up at Adam, eyes wide with psychotic conviction. "You will be my successor...you will exact my revenge on them all...the degenerates, the rats, the lunatics...all of them. You will carry on my work in the Master's name!"

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He nods, eyes blazing with that demonic light. "Who first? Who next?!"

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He struggles against his chains and looks maniacally at Fausto, his voice rising in pitch. "The Toreador...every one of them! The damnable Nosferatu, Claudius!"

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Yes!" He grins, shuddering orgasmically. "Yes..."

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He continues on, vaolume and pitch rising to a near-shriek. "The blood doll, who babied us and kept us under control! Our Father, who made us what we are!"

Karlos: "Oh for fuck's sake, shut up you raving fucking nutjobs," he grunts.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "All of them! PUNISH THEM! In the MAster's name! In the MAster's name, our most holy, our most high, our most beloved!"

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "SHUT UP!" He leaps over toward KArlos, sending a savage blow across his jaw.

Karlos: He falls aside, stunned, clearly not turning into butterflies.

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He doesn't seem to notice, caught up in his fugue. "And last, oh yes, last, when all the rest are gone, the priest! O, the Man of False Faith, who left us to rot in this city alone, and forced upon us the blood doll! He who the Master despises most of all!"

Karlos: He lifts a hand dazedly to his mouth, pulling it away, fingers trembling as he sees the blood on them. Wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing blood across his cheek.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "The priest!" He snarls, pacing back towards Razor, nodding, a snarl on his face. "He will die so slowly..." He shudders in ecstasy as if he sees it. "A tribute to you, brother. A sacrifice to the Master..."

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He falls back, his emotion spent for the moment, and lies there, with an dazed smile on his face. "Yes...to the Master...for me. For the Zodiac."

Karlos: He shakes his head slightly then claws his way back up the wall, rising resolutely to his feet like he always does every time someone smashes him in the face, resting against the wall for support as his gaze turns to them both, smouldering hatefully.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: "For the Master..." A sudden freeze comes over him, and he nods, falling to his knees, picking up the stake, dragging it across his own chest as he draws the crosshair on his own chest, with the blood of both Razor and the goats. "It's come to me, brother...the Master's name..." He looks down into Razor's eyes, sharing the moment with him as he whispers "Killian..."

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He looks at Adam and smiles, nodding silently.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He groans, shuddering as if orgasming, and drives the stake into Razor again.

The Fuzzy Ravyn: Razor smiles as the stake enters his chest, then falls limp.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: 6,8,4,9,5,8,

Karlos: His eyes narrow slightly. He says nothing, still tensed.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He remains there for a long moment, as if ensuring himself that the stake has done its work, and then rises slowly, dragging the wounded goat and Karlos out with him.

Karlos: He struggles gamely until they are well and truly out of Razor's earshot.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: As soon as they're out of view of Razor he hands the goat to Karlos and shoves him ahead, holding the door for a moment, to give Claud time to get out.

Karlos: He takes the goat, stumbling out of the room, spitting blood.

The Fuzzy Ravyn: Claudius reappears, walking within view from around the side of the boat, looking the same as he did before. His face is exceptionally troubled, and he looks gravely at Fausto.

Karlos: He straightens, cricking his neck, huffing and taking a few moments to get out of character.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He doesn't look at either of them, walking through the main lounge out onto the deck, and tossing a bucket down into the water, pulling it up to douse himself, washing in the frigid water, face at blank mask, eyes haunted.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He sits out at the stern and keeps drawing bucket after bucket, staring blankly at the water. Scrubbing himself off, then rinsing, then repeating the process.

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He waits, silently, hands folded in front of him, for Fausto to be ready.

Karlos: His tongue delicately probes the inside of his cheek where he bit to get the blood from.

Karlos: Once Adam's scrubbed more than enough, he approaches, reaching out to touch his arm. "Fausto," he murmurs. "It's all right. It's over."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He pauses at Karlos touch, looking down at it, then up to him. He sees Claud standing behind him and nods, slowly coming back to himself. He clears his throat and turns to regard Claudius. "Is that what you wanted?"

Karlos: He withdraws again, giving Fausto space, dipping his bloodied fingers into the icy water at the bottom of the bucket and washing them clean, dabbing at his face to clean it too.

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He's shivering, and his skin is covered in goosepimples. The water's cold enough to cause those needle pains rather quickly, but he doesn't seem to notice.

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He shakes his head. "No, it is not what I wanted. It is what I feared." He frowns. "That is definitely Paris Bennet...or, at least, his body. Who it is, I am afraid, is a trickier question."

Karlos: He clears his throat. "You may or may not be aware that he is part of a violation of the Treaty, and may be required to face tribunal, if one goes ahead..."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He frowns, brow furrowed, sure there's something he's missing in all this but too tired and too...close to somethings...to be able to think straight. "Fine. We'll drop you off." He moves to the wheelhouse and starts the motor after pulling the anchor. (And can we say they drop CLaud off with Paris and then Fausto showers and goes to meet with Ammon?)

Adam "Fausto" Smith: He grunts. He knew he was missing something. "I'll keep him. Keep him safe."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((It's 4 am here, so I need to wrap this...okay to summarize later?))

The Fuzzy Ravyn: He nods to Karlos. "I am aware. In fact, I am counting on it...for Paris's sake. However, before I can do that, I must first use him to prevent the Camarilla from doing something even more drastic then what the Sabbat planned to do to you."

Adam "Fausto" Smith: (Or you to can jabber while Adam goes in and gets a hot shower and does first aid on the poor hurt goat.))

Karlos: ((Is ok by me))

The Fuzzy Ravyn: ((Yeah, it's the same here. Work in 2 (!) hours. Let's summarize that Claudius agrees to leave Paris with Adam, with the request that no tribunal be held until the Camarilla situation is resolved.))

Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((Bye all, thanks for the RP))

Karlos: ((The Camarilla had better resolve it fast then *G*. Karlos will not agree to put the Camarilla before the Treaty... Unless they join it *G*))