Wearing:
Armor|
Pathfinder Boots |
The Forgemaster's Ring |
Ring of Stasis |
Sofitor
Wielding: 10
Czerka knives | 2
Nastirci Combat Knives |
Copero's Wail |
Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) |
Combat Gauntlets |
Knight Obsidian Sword | 2
Dissuader K-30 Pistols with
Glitter Bullets
Mission Partners: [member="Damien Wynter"] [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] | [member="Razelle Breuner"]
Other Birbs:
[member="Kelsie Sylvan"] [member="Nika Satari"] [member="Veena Reshma"] [member="Shakti Sweet"] [member="Celessa"] [member="Ciri Jade"]
Hiding in the shadows she'd created, Scherezade watched as Damien set about to bump into the doctor by accident. She guessed that there was some sleight of hand involved, but she hadn't quite captured the motion with her sight, and she had no idea why he'd shake the man's hand either. She was going to have to ask him about it when they were somewhere they could speak. As Damien walked away, Scherezade followed him through the Force, making sure that if anything stumbled into him against his or their wishes, she and the redhead could be there instantly. It was just a precaution.
Soon enough though, he was back with them, and he was telling her what to do. Nodding, she remoed the card, peeled his hand, and followed his instructions to the letter. Once the camera was out, it was time. Damien was left behind, and then Ingrid was too.
That left Scherezade with the body.
It was minutes later that she was alone in the morgue. Time was on their side for the moment; it was empty. Glancing at the schedule on the wall, Scherezade laughed to realize they were on a lunch break. Finding the datafiles, she quickly scanned them, looking for the one she wanted – and there, now she knew where the body was.
Pulling it out of the fridge, she made quick work of the bag he was in, and wrinkled her nose. She
hated needing to ride the blood, especially when she had to pull it out of a corpse. The taste was always disgusting, and the visions, while giving her a lot of information, weren't ones she had any control over. Whether it would be a long one or a short one, she would have to ride it in its entirety.
And of course, the retching. But that was for later.
Sliding a knife into her hands, the Blood Hound cut down the corpse's upper arm, already knowing where her best odds of getting a blood flow in something so cold and stiff were. Once a few drops had made their appearance, she bent down, and licked.
It was just under five minutes later that Scherezade exited the Morgue, signaling to Ingrid and Damien that they could leave. Following the signs to the nearest elevator, they would be heading out through the main doors now, not trying to remain hidden. Every so often, Scherezade would spit to the side, trying to get the icky taste of blood out of her mouth. Fracking. Hated. It.
"We're heading back to HQ," she said in between the spitting,
"I'll brief everyone together once we're there. Holy crap I hope they sell hamburgers with lots of garlic on this planet."
Thus ends the Local Liaison objective. Even though we didn't actually get a liaison. But don't worry – we dun good. If you guys wish to resume posting you are more than welcome to!
