capeandcowllogs | ask me no questions

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ask me no questions

WHO:

dogabuse
WHERE: NOHoPE
WHEN: 2am on Friday, the 18th
WARNINGS: I'll add any in as they occur?
SUMMARY: Vic pulls another sneak into NOHoPE, runs into a few people. One of these he didn't expect.
FORMAT: Quicklog?

[He'd been sitting on this one too long, it was time Vic got back to it. Luckily, they never found the entrance he used last time, so slipping in again was a cinch. Avoiding the cameras was another issue, but he still had their locations memorized, and he already had a plan if any of them caught him.]

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[He had a few questions to ask before he went through with the rest of the night's agenda, and only one man who could answer them.

The lock on the door was complicated, but he picked it without too much trouble. He took note of the camera in the corner of the room as he moved toward the bed. That's one he'd have to take care of later.

He nudged Katurian gently, but enough to rouse him, then slipped back against the wall, into the shadows.]

We need to talk.

[Katurian's sleep is heavy, drugged, and when Vic nudges him, it takes his mind several seconds to catch up. All his thoughts are tangled up in each other, remnants of dreams slipping through his fingers.]

Ngh--?

[He grips at the blankets, vision blurry. He's trying to figure out if that voice he heard - the words vague jumbles of syllables - came from his dream.]

[He doesn't move beyond tilting his head.]

Angelica Einstürzen. I need to know what you can tell me about her.

Edited 2011-03-21 04:11 (UTC)

[He whimpers, the world coming to focus. He catches Vic now in the corner, shadows obscuring his face. No. Wait. Are the shadows...? Is his face...?]

O-Oh God.

[He scrambles to sit up, his limbs catching in the sheets. He's shuddering and shaking so hard that he barely has the control to untangle himself, but he needs to get up, he needs to escape, but he can't and he's going to be kidnapped again, he's going to be killed and maimed and left somewhere awful for everyone to see--]

Get out!

[It's a breathless yell, hardly above a whisper.]

[Maybe he hadn't thought this through enough. He was well aware of the psychological effect of the mask, around someone who was already paranoid certainly wouldn't help. But the cameras.]

I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to talk.

T-This isn't fair. [He chokes on the words. His head is still heavy with the drugs, and he holds it, swaying, trying to find the strength in his legs.] This isn't fair! Y-You can't-- you can't keep doing this to me, I'm not meant to take this!

Dammit, I am not here to hurt you!

[This is the last thing he wanted to do, but he wasn't getting much of an option here. He hit the button on his belt and let the gas engulf his face, then ripped the mask off and removed his hat.]

[With his eyes down, he winces at the sound of the gas, curling up on himself. It's a few seconds before he gains the courage to look. Vic is familiar but unrecognizable, and Katurian blinks, frozen, his hands clutching the blankets.]

[Vic did one of the breathing exercises Richard taught him years back, tried to calm down. When he finally spoke again, his voice was calm, collected.]

My name is Vic Sage, we spoke earlier. I need to know about Angelica Einstürzen, and you seem to know more than most people are willing to tell.

Edited 2011-03-23 07:45 (UTC)

Vic Sage. [He swallows. His tone is flat.] The detective.

Yeah, that's the one.

[He eyes the camera warily for a few moments, then makes eye contact with Katurian again.]

I thought you should know that I not only believe you, but I don't have to. I already know the facts.

[He leaned up against the wall.] So let's talk.

[He tries to maintain the flatness, the control, but his voice trembles with nerves and anger.]

What are you doing, sneaking into my room in the middle of the night?! What are you doing?

[He cocks an eyebrow.]

It's a sensitive topic, Katurian. One that can be dangerous to discuss in public, where anyone can see.

[He shoots another glance at the camera, then back to Katurian.]

I told everyone all of the things I know. [Harsher, raising his voice:] Did Edward send you?

[His face reflexively scrunches up in disgust a bit.] Eddie? Please, I came here on my own.

You spoke of what you saw her doing, but I need more than that. I need to know about Einstürzen before she died.

This is a fucking rotten way to find out! [He tightens his grip on the blankets, a quick squeeze, before stumbling his way off the bed and to his feet. He sways, unsteady.] This is illegal, this is immoral b-because-- because if you were really hoping to help me, if you were really a good 'detective,' you would have gone through the proper channels and you would have found a way to talk to me in secret without waking me up in the middle of the night wearing a faceless fucking mask! You would have let me know!

The proper channels leave a trail. If I'm going to do anything, I need my involvement here to be invisible. That's why I even wear the mask.

You're already under observation, if she does anything to you, people will know. But me? How long would it take them to figure it out if I disappear? What might they be able to do to lock me up?

And while you may be safe in here, you need someone to be the eyes and ears, to do the footwork. I'm no good to anyone without secrecy and freedom. If there were a way to let you know in advance that I'd be here, I would've, but that isn't easy to do without leaving a trail.

[His eyes dart to the camera again, then back. He was visibly uncomfortable with this setup.]

Why do you want to help me? [His anger dissipates into weaker trembling. Lost momentum.] You don't even know who she is.

I've heard enough to know she's someone to watch out for, and if she's alive without anyone knowing about it? That spells nothing but trouble.

Her connection to this facility doesn't hurt, either.

What did you mean before? When you said you already knew the facts, that you didn't need to believe me, what did you mean?

[ugh do you just want all of his secrets katurian because no]

I mean that I have evidence. It's nothing admissible in court, but it's the kind I can't deny.

You mean your powers. [It's an easy enough conclusion to make - with his own powers, Katurian has amassed a wealth of information too private (and too illegally obtained) to share with anyone else. But it's true all the same.]

I'm still telling you, I told everyone all I know. She experimented on children and she claims to be reformed but I don't believe her. I don't think she's safe. That's all.

[He had his arms folded before, but he broke a hand free and pointed at the sound of one important word.]

Wait, wait. She experimented on children. Let's hear more about that.

No. [There's a barely concealed horror under his words. He stares at Vic from his place by the bed.] Please, talk to the other police officers. Not me.

[He sighs and rubs his temples before looking Katurian in the eye again.]

Like I said, this is a sensitive topic. Start asking too many questions publicly, you'll arouse suspicions, and cops never know when to keep their mouths shut.

If you won't talk, who do you think would? Who do you trust that would know something about her?

[He moved back into the hallway, silently but quickly. He had to get to the camera room. He'd been too sloppy, left too much evidence.

This wouldn't do.]

[ She was the hospital's ghost. Angelica had been drifting in and out of these hallways since her death several weeks ago, seen by fewer souls than she had fingers on one hand. Norman Osborn. Katurian Katurian. And now, perhaps one more.

She saw a shadow of movement at the end of the corridor, moving swiftly. The good doctor was well aware of the orderly and guard shifts. No one should have been there at that time. Curious.

She quickly moved to follow. In the pocket of her white physician's coat were syringes full of sedative, and she almost always had a scalpel. Precaution. You could never be too careful when a city full of superheroes loathed you. ]

[Something was off, he could feel it. Nothing exactly tangible just yet, but...

Were those footsteps?

He moved a little quicker and ducked around the corner to get a look at who was behind him.]

[ Angelica turned the corner. No one was there. But she was certain of her senses, certain that someone was there. An intruder. A jagged little smile spread across her face. She moved farther down the hall, towards the next corner. ]

Come out where I can see you.

[ Her voice makes it sound like a suggestion. ]

[And why would he want to do that?

He clung to the wall a little closer, wishing he could just be invisible. It would make sneaking up behind easier. He slowed his breathing to an inaudible level.

He'd make a run for it, accept that he'd been compromised and retreat, bu he needed those tapes. His face was on those tapes.

Best chance was to wait until she was in reach, and do what he could to incapacitate her. He was perfectly still as she approached, but he was ready to move.]

[ Her eyes narrowed faintly, as she stilled for a moment, listening. nothing but silence. But she knew-- she knew someone was there. Angelica quietly drew her scalpel. The whisper sharpness of the steel was a cold reassurance in her gloved hand.

She lingered in the hallway, not quite turning the corner. ]

Come now. Aren't you tired of playing hide and seek?

[A funny line coming from her, if he'd guessed the identity of his pursuer correctly. Not worth saying though, she could always be bluffing.

He could wait it out another moment. Either she'd decide she was mistaken, or she'd eventually round the corner. At least he was sure that she was as invested in not having her presence compromised as he was with his.]

[ That was the trouble with mad scientists-- they rarely ever thought themselves mistaken. Moreover, she was most certainly invested in protecting her presence. That was, after all, why she was considering the option of just killing whoever lay in wait around the corner. Cut first, ask questions later.

Angelica waited another long moment. Then quickly, without warning, she turned the corner. ]

[That's what he was waiting for. Without a moment's hesitation, before he even confirmed her identity, he threw a high kick.]

[ For a woman was imposingly tall as Angelica was, she was surprisingly fast, quick enough to dodge that kick. Her eyes narrowed to slivers of color, focused on the details of her attacker-- faceless? No, masked. Curious indeed.

Lunging at him with her scalpel, she spared no time going for the face. ]

[He wasn't really fond of that idea, especially now that he realized who she was. He made a grab for her hand, trying to use her momentum to put her in a disarming hold.]

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