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Post by demikara on Oct 3, 2018 18:16:49 GMT -6
The Whistling Fox Bar was not exactly the height of class, but it did cater to an exclusive clientele. It served the Unseen, and only the unseen, even post reveal when there was money to be made in having an unseen bar for mundane tourists to come to. With a selection including some that they swore came from the fae realms, and charged accordingly, it was a popular bar all told. It was also definitely jam packed most nights, full of many members of the unseen who drank, whether is was blood, of which there was plenty of volunteers even here, or alcohol, or which the supply never seemed to run dry. The only thing in short supply were nonalcoholic drinks. But tonight, with tensions high from the unmasking, and pushed even higher thanks to the maneuverings of their leaders and their elders, a breaking point would be reached. It started with a simple accident. By the time MCU was called to the scene, the bar was a place of violence, and it looked more like a riot that had spilled into the street than a simple bar fight. Werewolves fought against vampires fought against magical humans, and they all fought hard and violently, magic included in the midst. The mundanes were in the know, and care was low on how they presented themselves or on who started what or why. But the violence was egged on, pushed to higher heights by an amused ancient one at the bar, watching the show as he nudged the anger ever higher, using his abilities to ensure no one had a clear head. His meal was slumped against his bar stool, drained nearly dry, though he showed no sign of mess himself, and nothing got too close to him, despite the fighting that even the bar tender and the bouncer had ended up joining in. He had wanted a war. Well, they started with a skirmish, first, and he was providing just that.
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Post by Circe on Oct 3, 2018 18:31:38 GMT -6
"Oh for christs sake..." Catherine commented as a stray bolt of magic hit the wall by the door as her team arrived. The mundane cops had requested anyone who happened to still be on duty and could or rather would come and break up a fight. They had expected two or maybe three individuals trading blows outside of the bar, but instead they had arrived to a small war.
Frowning, she placed two fingers in her mouth before blowing sharply and quickly to produce an ear splitting whistle guaranteed to get the attention of most of the combatants in the bar. "Fun time is over everyone, get out!"
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Post by demikara on Oct 3, 2018 18:39:28 GMT -6
Molly looked all too amused, even if she did look rather a bit too young to even be in the bar right now. She had yet to shake Loki's meddling with her illusion magic, but she still had space time and protection style and was rather looking forward to this. Even if it had been a pain getting past the mundane cops that were holding a line around the bar to keep the fighting from spilling any farther than it already had. She didn't exactly look like her ID right now, and had needed the Warden to speak for her, in her slightly too big clothes. "Somehow, I don't think that'll work Warden." She watched as the fight barely paused before it managed to get even worse.
More amused than not, Molly side stepped and avoided being hit by a flying glass. "Geez, I'd rather this be a Rahal call. Then at least it's mostly harmless things." Draped with multiple wards, some of her own making, Molly would be especially hard to hit tonight and near impossible to even touch her mind. She had gone more than a little overboard on her latest ward and layered it with the one she had bought off a laughing Rahal.
At the bar, the vampire looked up at the whistle and grinned a savage grin, his face split in an almost mad smile. With the cops here, he calmly increased the pressure, increased the mental suggestions to be angrier, to get more violent. The magical cops may have some mild training and may be able to resist what was a still fairly low level compulsion, but the mundane ones would be rolled under, and only hold the line if their training was good enough.
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Post by Circe on Oct 3, 2018 18:55:09 GMT -6
Catherine sighed, almost agreeing with Rahal, this was not what they had expected. "You're probably right." She said as she watched the fighting resume. This wasn't just someone got pissed and the whole bar jumped at a chance to have a fight, this almost as if there was a compulsion. "Bronson scan for compulsory magic when you get a chance. I'll-" Catherine told the other, with the words barely out of her mouth before someone took a wild swing at her with what looked like a table leg turned sword.
Managing to duck just in time, she stepped inside of the swing and dealt a swift blow to the aggressor's mid section. "This just seems...wrong." Catherine thought aloud, more interested in keeping herself from receiving any new holes than anything else at the moment.
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Post by demikara on Oct 3, 2018 19:04:51 GMT -6
Molly nimbly danced out of the way of someone attacking her and had them on the ground and a zip tie around their wrists in no time. Nifty thins, zip ties, and these would be difficult even for a werewolf to get out of, if only because of a lack of leverage. "On it." She twisted her fingers by her eyes and scanned the bar, careful to avoid the rioters. "Halt. Stop. Hands on your head." Molly was not an arresting officer and it was very clear as she tried to decide what to rather blandly tell the patrons. She didn't think they'd actually listen after all. "You are under-oh hello." A few more twitches by her eyes and she grinned viciously.
"Checked by the bar. I can't see well from here, but good call on the compulsion magic. It looks like it's coming from near the bar still. Maybe an object?" She had no clue what kind of object would do this, but surely it couldn't be a person. They'd have to stick around and who would want to. One of the patrons threw a glass at Catherine and another took the broken end of a bottle to Molly, only for it to bounce off of her entirely.
Wards. They were nifty things, even if she didn't often use them like this.
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Post by Circe on Oct 3, 2018 19:21:15 GMT -6
"I don't think that's going to work." Catherine said echoing Molly's initial remarks. But, she was somewhat satisfied with her initial hunch of big magic or a compulsion. Getting there on the other hand would be a bit of a problem, as the two of them were currently wading through a sea of angry patrons and quickly running out of flexi cuffs. "Plan B?" She said blithely as she made a swift motion with her right hand, directing the bottle back towards it's original owner.
"Because in case you hadn't noticed, this seething mass of unwashed public would rather fight us than anything else."
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Post by demikara on Oct 4, 2018 5:00:38 GMT -6
"Yeah I had noticed that. And I didn't bring nearly enough flexi cuffs." That would have been nice. An estimate on how many patrons would have been even better, so she could have brought more than enough. Still, she hadn't exactly expected it to work either. "What's Plan B, because it sounds good right now." Molly dodged a punch and knocked the patron out, really not caring at this point about even the pretense of arresting them. Working from this height was rapidly becoming annoying though. She'd have to workout in this body to get used to it, given she had rarely worn her natural form.
At the bar, Grigore watched them carve a path through the patrons and smiled, pleased. He reached for Molly's mind only to be rebuffed and that caused him to draw back a moment. She was usually easy to possess, and he recognized the mind if not the form. But it seemed she had taken steps to prevent that. As he drew back, the fervor of the patrons died off just a little, though it was quick to pick up again. He hardly wanted them to actually make it to him after all. Amused, the vampire rose from his seat. The body next to him tipped over and his lip curled upward as he kicked it off. Disgusting. Humans often were. Magical ones at least tasted good.
He began to make his way through the bar, the nexus of the patrons anger and the compulsion spell moving with him. Outside, the mundane police gave into the compulsion one after the other and began to engage with the rioters in what could only be described as intense police brutality, though it was driven by magic. This was going to be a media nightmare.
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Post by Circe on Oct 4, 2018 16:56:32 GMT -6
"Plan B is..." Catherine started to say as she noticed a subtle shift in the magic. That meant that the object or person inciting this whole thing was on the move. "Knock them out." She finally said turning her attention back to the rioting bar. "Or paralyze them.. whichever you can do quickest." Catherine added blocking a blow from a patron with a raised forearm. She tried not to wince as pain shot through the arm, knowing that any perceived weakness would only exacerbate the issue of the riot. "I've got a despell prepped for after that should remove any residuals."
Working the charm though was a different problem, especially if too much power was put into the spell. With too much power, the thing wouldn't just remove any negative magical influences, but also ran the risk of removing the individuals magic altogether; something that the situation didn't exactly call for.
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Post by demikara on Oct 4, 2018 17:21:31 GMT -6
Ah, the use force plan, versus use finesse, which was supposed to be their first choice. Molly nodded and got to work, acting quickly to knock out anyone she could reach. She moved quickly and kept an eye out, then moved to block the main door so no one could make it out. It meant she got more lumps than she'd like, but it also closed off an avenue of escape and she had a feeling that their target, whoever was causing this, would try the front door.
She was right. Grigore had made his way to nearly the front, only to stop as he saw the fae child standing there, blocking the exit and still knocking down anyone who got too close. "Child. Move, or I will move you." He ordered simply, more than capable of the act. The fae child would move and if he had to force the issue he definitely would. Molly yelped as she took a hit without blocking it, staring at Grigore.
"Oh Crap."
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Post by Circe on Oct 4, 2018 17:44:07 GMT -6
Catherine's attention was suddenly divided again as she heard Molly's yelp over near the door. That wasn't exactly the response she had been expecting, normally the other took great delight in being given free reign to use her fists or magic, or both. But, the way the other reacted concerned her and spurred her to decide quickly how best to deal with the rest of the bar. While the bar would likely fizzle out sooner or later with the majority of the combatants were better off asleep or unconscious, but that would require overriding whatever compulsion was causing them to fight first.
Sighing in frustration, Catherine decided she was better off seeing what problem Molly had encountered this time. She silently hoped it was just a rather vicious were, and nothing worse.
Though seeing Grigore standing in front of Molly was definitely worse, and caused the Warden to let out a string of epithets that were best not repeated.
"You look lost Grigore." Catherine commented bluntly.
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Post by demikara on Oct 4, 2018 18:56:45 GMT -6
Molly had a desire to announce that she was telling mom about Catherine's cussing. She didn't even know who the mom would be, and was distracted by this thought just long enough for Grigore to reached a hand out. Luckily, that brought her out and she cast a ward faster than most could blink, then stuck out her tongue, giving into the urge. "You won't be getting past me. The door way is warded, and so long as I stand in it, I am too." Against vampiric energy and psionic energy. She had that one prepared, given their current case, and it had just been a matter of finishing it.
"Then I will have to move you." He reached out and pulled his hand in, intending on pulling her in. Molly didn't budge and looked entirely too smug about it. "I am hardly lost, daughter. I told you I would have my war. And one does not have a war, without a first battle. And do watch your language. You are a lady, and should not use such foul language." And he had set that off. Pushing up tensions would only get him so far. He had needed a spark to catch and had intended this spark to be the one that caught.
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Post by Circe on Oct 5, 2018 11:56:47 GMT -6
Catherine just looked at Grigore, crossed her arms, and considered things for a moment before raising a single hand in a one finger salute. It was far from professional, but it seemed a fitting response to someone of his kind. He obviously didn't know her abhorrence when it came to vampires, and she held a special sort of hatred for Grigore himself. "Oh I don't know, it seems you've lost the way to your coffin." She replied sarcastically. "Now leave my officer alone and go find somewhere else to cause trouble."
Catherine seriously doubted that would do much if anything but give Molly enough time to deal with calling in reinforcements, if there were even any. As much as she preferred to discourage Grigore, her hands were still largely tied as she didn't exactly have the full authority of the Council to do whatever was needed to avoid a war.
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Post by demikara on Oct 5, 2018 12:31:41 GMT -6
Molly watched the other officer's response and burst into giggle, covering her mouth with her hands as she tried to control them. Carefully, having gotten the warden's point, she moved out of the doorway, the ward breaking around her as she did. The strongest wards didn't move. Frankly, going above a certain speed was difficult for most wards and enough to break them. Wards were not meant to move and most that did move didn't last long. "Or you could just go home and not cause trouble. I hear you're not one of our vampires, after all." Molly stuck her nose in everything.
She kept her eyes on Grigore, who met her eyes, and threw his arm out, throwing Molly into the opposite wall largely because she had annoyed him and the ward had dropped so he could. "I'll leave. Enjoy the gift." He said and stepped out the door, clearly still pissed. The fighting did not stop however. It was difficult to stop a riot once it began after all.
Opposite the door, having been through threw multiple people to hit the wall, Molly rubbed the back of her head and grumbled.
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Post by Circe on Oct 8, 2018 14:18:26 GMT -6
Catherine glanced back to Molly, suspecting that the other would be fine. In the meantime she had Grigore to deal with, and a fight that followed him where ever he went. "War is a gift?" Catherine asked incredulously, following after the vampire as he left. "How are you so... deluded.." she asked again, finding herself unable to process this logic.
Sighing, Catherine could see her hand was forced with most of this. If she didn't use what talents or abilities she had then the situation was likely to spiral out of control. She knew that he had forced her hand, and by now didn't care; this fight was threatening to endanger more than just the occupants of a single bar. Reaching, the magic leapt easily to her grasp. This time no words of intention were spoken, and no focus was used. Instead Catherine concentrated on cutting off the flow of whatever magic was fueling this disaster. For now, the veil was obedient and pliable in her hands, as the flow was carefully redirected.
He may have considered her and Scottlyn soft, but at least they weren't going around picking fights with whatever crossed their path, hoping to spark a war.
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Post by demikara on Oct 8, 2018 16:57:43 GMT -6
Grigore smirked. "It is when it leads to power." He pointed out, then left entirely, assuming she didn't stop him. It was child's play for him to re-direct everyone's attention away from him, so he left without trouble, especially given the weaker minds there. More than likely, Catherine was the only one who would even see him leave.
Across the bar, Molly got up and rubbed her head, then wandered to the bar to check her pupil size. Seemed normal. She was probably fine then. The fae made her way to Catherine, stepping around the patrons who were steadily coming out of their haze. Man, this entire event had been terrible. Idly, Molly stepped into two fights that had kept going and stopping them with force, sticking the participants into an individual ward cage with a few twitches of her fingers.
"You know, Warden, he's kind of a dick." She pointed out, looking around at the mess. "So. Are we still arresting everyone here?" She needed more flexicuffs if they were doing that.
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