11232/Mess with the Hellfire Club, get the stake

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Mess with the Hellfire Club, get the stake
Date of Scene: 19 May 2022
Location: The Inner Sanctum - Hellfire Club
Synopsis: Shaw's Devils take out the vampires and steal their data. Shaw's Focus performs admirably.
Cast of Characters: Sebastian Shaw, Tessa, Blake Riviere, Elsa Bloodstone




Sebastian Shaw has posed:
Elsa and Blake have both received tiny earpieces and a set of instructions to meet at an address, which appears to be an abandoned warehouse. But if they were sent here, surely it is more than that, right?

"We are not reading any heat signatures, or life forms," comes the voice of Sebastian Shaw in their ears. Why Shaw himself was quarterbacking this mission from the Hellfire Club is unclear; maybe he just wanted to feel involved in something.

There is a female voice that comes over next. "They are vampires. No heat. No life form."

"Oh, right. Thanks Tessa." Perhaps Shaw should not be the guy in the chair for this particular exercise. Or any exercise. "There are only two points of egress, the front door that you are facing, and then a loading dock in the back. We have cover on the loading dock, so rest assured, anyone coming out through there will get mowed down. What I need you two to do is go in there, dispatch any of our friends that you can find. And access their server room. We need to know if they are intentionally infringing upon our activities, or if this is simply a case of wrong place, wrong time." A pause. "For them."

Shaw cannot resist quirking his lips. "Ok, Shaw's Devils...you ready?" He watched too many 1970's reruns.

Tessa has posed:
Despite the fact that she's given over her entire life to managing his, there are still ways that Sebastian Shaw can find to surprise the woman called Tessa. 'Shaw's Devils' is one of them. She turns her head to look over at Shaw, lips pressed into a flat line of stoic disapproval. Not of giving the group a cute name -- but rather of /that/ specific cute name.

Blake Riviere has posed:
"If confrontation becomes necessary? Their particular breed is more fragile than some, but they are still faster, stronger than an average human being," Blake speaks, adding her own information to the mix in her accented tones. "Fire, significant enough damage to the heart or brain will destroy them well enough, but less than that...they will endure."

Instead of the usual gown she wore to the meetings of the inner circle, this time her form was wrapped in a figure-hugging corset and leather pants, her hair tied back in those deep red ribbons suggesting she couldn't quite escape her gothic fashion flavour.

A quirk of her painted lips to the 'Devils' name, she turns her gaze towards Elsa. "I have the means to slip in completely unseen or remove them silently, if you wish to accompany me...I would know what you can do..."

Elsa Bloodstone has posed:
The earpeace is slipped into an ear and Elsa conveniently arrives at the address in question. Long overcoat, all that shiny blood orange patent leathet and black thigh highs. Those stilleto heels in reinforced silver alloy putting an already tall woman well over six feet as she checks the weapons inside her coat. Swords, revolvers plenty of shiny silver gleaming as much as her clothes. There's a smile to her arrival while the Bloodgem in the redheaded Elsa's neck glows faintly with the life energies that render her immortal and anathema to a lot of vampires.

"So how well behaved are they. Please answqer honestly my dears. There's monsters and there's Monsters with a captital and humans and mutants can easily qualify." she points out in a disticntly British accent.

Some Vampires are quite well behaved in society. It's what sorts them out from the piles of dust.

"And Miss What's your name? Pleae keep Shaw from calling us that again. I'd hate to gestroy him. And take everything from him. So much work and the club is supposed to be my Me Time"

Blake gets a smile and a nod of her head. "By all means, let us have some sneaky fun! Just try and not get too close to me when we get to the meat of the outing!"

Sebastian Shaw has posed:
"What would you prefer instead, Ms. Bloodstone? You are hardly an Angel." Shaw turns to look over at Tessa, offering her a grin to see if she approves more of that name. Clearly, he is enjoying himself. "I appreciate that you ladies did not deviate all that much from our dress code. Very on point, indeed." How is he seeing them? Magic? Or maybe it is that tiny drone just visible hovering over the street.

"Exchange your profiles with each other quickly. We want to hit them before their current shipment is picked up. That gives you roughly twenty minutes. Ms. Riviere, you got us the intel. How many suckers are waiting for you in there?"

Tessa has posed:
Tessa's input on the name issue is simple: "Focus." She doesn't give her name, and her accent seems to be perfectly neutral... zero hint of where she might come from.

Tessa is otherwise silent for the moment, allowing Shaw and the pair of field operatives to plan among themselves. There's no reason for her to interject with an upgrade to any of the ideas. Yet.

Blake Riviere has posed:
"Including workers? Up to two dozen. About half of that are specialized security, but the others are likely to join the fray if it comes to it." A little smile, Blake does indeed take a small step back from Elsa and her magics before she stretches out, a little shift of that feline motion before her own sword is brought to bare. A lover of classics too, it seems.

"I will make my way to the server, gather our prize and then join you in the removal..."

A soft sigh and her deep blue eyes shift to a redish hue...before her form shifts to a shadowy silhouette and melts away to something more misty, her voice sounding slightly more disembodied.

"I do hope there will be some left..."

With that, the mist that was the woman sweeps skywards, headed for the building.

Elsa Bloodstone has posed:
"Ladies is fine as a collective. And leave out the posessives. It's so unseemly and far from gentlemanly." Elsa points out over the comms with a chuckle.

"I always hunt dressed like this. But for the next formal meetingg I shall esure I arrive in sweatpants and fluffy bunny slippers just for you Shaw." she says with an almost mean tone.

Tessa's attempts to chide get a little of that laughter and another smirk aimed at Blake. "Msss Focus. I have been bunting and killing monsters since I was literally an infant. Between myself and our lovely guide we have far, far more experience in killing Vampires than you will ever have and will also look far prettier and younger long after you've both retired to some south pacific island retreat. so please both of you. Mind and your actual betters."

Towards Blake and her information and misty entrance the Eldritch young woman flashes a smile. "I'll take my time." she states and draws a silver steel sword of her own and moves to make her own entrance and quickly remove any less than living occupants from the current plane of existance.

Sebastian Shaw has posed:
There is muffled conversation coming through the line. It is not entirely clear what is being said, only a few words.

Shaw: "...call them?"

Tessa: "Blake and..."

"Shaw: "...hardly interesting."

A few moments later, Shaw's voice comes back clearer. "That was to me, Ms. Bloodstone. Tessa has every confidence in your abilities. It is mine she doubts. But rest assured, she has my ability to focus well in hand." A pause. "You are free to enter, I don't see anything at all nearby, or approaching."

Once Blake slips in, she'll find it exactly as expected - there is a nominal force of security, and some others ranging around. She finds her way to the server room, but it is hermetically sealed in clear glass - not even a mist could penetrate it, without managing the locks. And there are two of those security vampires there, along with what is certainly an IT vampire. You can tell by the fact that he is staring at the non-reflection of his face in his shoes.

As Elsa stalks in, she hears movement down the corridor immediately from the entrance. The telltale shuffling of perhaps two of the larger vampires.

Tessa has posed:
Tessa's voice is as clear as a bell, but with the flat affect one would expect from something like an AI. Maybe that's what she /is/. Who knows? "It is as Mr. Shaw says." It's not that far out of the realm of possibility that the leader of the Hellfire Club might invest in some kind of computer-generated woman whose function is to agree with him. Hopefully that's not what Tessa is.

Blake Riviere has posed:
The great thing about most 'lesser' vampire? They tended to turn to ash and dust when their met their final end. It made cleanup somewhat less messy...most of the time.

Creeping shadow and mist silently shifted behind the guards, pouring itself back into Blake's form before she stepped forth and that blade flashed: once, twice in inhuman speed and powered by strength that could probably tear the door off its hinges.

The 'Draculina' was nothing if not efficient after all.

Elsa Bloodstone has posed:
There's quick and not so clicky steps at speed to try and avoid detection once Elsa pushes her way inside and heads to cover Blake while she works her magic so to speak.

"Shaw, you are a deplorable exuse for a man but I will admit..." she softly says over the headset communicator in her ear. WHile the sound of heels clicking faster than morse code is aubible. "But you do know how to entertain a lady." she states with some approval.

The sword in hand is leveled and ready to strike while the woman dashes with some considerable speed empowered by the Gem in her neck and the fragments that bonded with every cell in her body.

There's sl;icing of flesh and the crackle of flesh turning too ash at the womens' feet before Elsa hmms and sniffs about the location for her next batch of prey. "How about I go make some noise and make this look like a proper hunt and not just corporate espionage!" she suggests and dusts the ash from her sword. Nice sensible double edged long blade as it is.

Sebastian Shaw has posed:
There is a soft laugh from Shaw. "That is my purpose, is it not, Ms. Bloodstone?" The sound from the earpiece occasionally drops now, as if Shaw has figured out how to mute instead of cover it with his hand.

"I like that plan. An excellent strategy. Ms. Riviere, if you have not yet penetrated the server room, hold off for a moment until Ms. Bloodstone has drawn an alarm." A soft chuckle. "I suppose that is one way to go about doing it."

There are a few more sounds of striding vampires near to Elsa. Within the server room, the IT vampire looks up quickly, a sudden expression of fear on his face. He turns to try to run away as he watches his significantly beefier companions crumble to dust.

Another statement from Shaw. "Well, perhaps, but I am always willing to rise to a challenge."

Blake Riviere has posed:
Flashing silver leaving ash in its wake, Blake surges forwards, the weapon discarded and her hands seizing the 'IT vampire' by his chin and throat. Gaze still deep red, her lips pulled into a smile as she heard the voices in her earpiece, but she could work with their own little plan without impacting her approach. "Understood..." her tones come across the communication, a slight lilt of amusement at her exchange between the others before she leans forward, practically purring at the captured vampire.

Her will pushes forth with her gaze meeting his own, mortal or vampire making no difference to her mesmerizing gaze. "You're going to unlock this for me and let me in, give me the password details...and then sleep..."

Elsa Bloodstone has posed:
Setting off alarms is a lot easier when you slow down a little and start chasing down guards and other hostile vampiric minions. There's even a switch from Elsa's sword to the two very large caliber revolvers holstered inside her coat.

That she still lets off in point blank range to reduce that pesky dodging many vampires can sometimes do.

The noise loud enough to rattle most sensitive ears including Elsa but the ear peice and an separate ear bud saves her healing factor too much trouble as she fights and shoots at point blank.

And lets them know exactly where she is to come and repel the intruder and leave Blake alone and in peace with the poor sod of an IT Vamp.

Sebastian Shaw has posed:
The IT vampire is immediately mesmerized and under Blake's spell. Or maybe she just presents a very compelling argument. He nods, providing her with precisely the information she seeks. He is not so good at the sleeping part, and may need some extra encouragement on that front.

There comes a parade of vampires for the monster hunter to kill. Almost like she planned to monopolize the body counter. That is certainly her opportunity. It may have worked too well, as two somewhat more elder vampires arrive, moving swiftly on the attack towards her.

"Everything going well in there, ladies?" pipes in Shaw's voice.

Blake Riviere has posed:
Easily finding the information she sought and with the other vampire locked in a trance, Blake fishes into a small pouch on the belt of her outfit that was clearly too tight for pockets otherwise. One memory drive installed later and the program within began its little harvest. Only after she was sure that things were working did Blake turn, one swift strike ending the IT vampire's immortal existance in a shower of ash as the alarms announcing Elsa began to blare and she chuckled softly.

"Swimmingly Shaw," she answers as she leans, waiting for the device to do its task with a little wipe of her blade and bored examination of her nails.

"The information is on its way."

Elsa Bloodstone has posed:
"Oh look a young gorgeous woman with a plunging neckline and fighting vampires with a mere pair of pistols!" she calls to the elders with a tone of mock helplessness as she shoves the barrel under one minion's head and it's head and then the rest of them disapears in a muzzle flash and a cloud of dust.

There's even a moment taken to reload. All done at superspeed, the cylinders opened and a clanking of spent casings clinking to thrground while speed loaders catch and slide the next six shots in each and are jugggled baclk into the main pockets of her long coat before the weapons are caught and closed with a grin.

The response over the line to the pair listening in. "Swimmingly indeed." she thoroughly agrees as she steps into charge and shove big shooting irons into elder vampires as if she watched an old Christian Bale movie.

Sebastian Shaw has posed:
"Fuck yes!" exclaims Sebastian, in a tone of excitement that might be slightly out of proportion with the alerts from his Devils/Angels/Blake and Elsa. He takes a long, deep breath, and then suddenly sounds a bit more normal. "Alright, get out of there. The deed is done. Well done, girls. All of you."

Blake Riviere has posed:
There was almost a note of disappointment for Blake, her own fun denied once the call to come home is uttered. With the download complete Blake retrieves the device, tucking it into her pocket and then...she was on the move. A sweep of that same misty form in what might seem like an impossible wind blowing down the halls...yet as the wind swept over several of the vampires along the way, flashes of a clawed figure clothed only in shadows where glimpses of bare skin could not be spotted, tearing through several of the thugs before reforming as she had been seen in the room with Elsa, clicking her tongue.

"Sorry darling, it seems like our playtime is over..."

Elsa Bloodstone has posed:
When the older vamps who should be more experienced are either side and Elsa is plainly having fun teasing them she hears the request to depart. There's a pout and a shift of hert hands so she can aim and the triggers.

Both of her playuthings look at each other as if they had the ability to soil themselves before the double BOOM of silver lined .454 casuli rounds tears through them and brings that peace a dead body should normaly have. With the remains of the vampires needing a broom and not just a broken handle for a stake the pistols are holstered with across of arm.

"My new friend Lady Blake. How are things with the boring side of the mission. I may have possibly run out of hostile. A shame, my apologies!" she says and actually sounds sincere.

"Miss Focus. Please dunk the nearest ice bucket down Shaw's pants. Or a fire extinguisher. Something very, very cold. You will thank me for the suggestion later I expect."

Tessa has posed:
Tessa, AKA Focus, speaks over the line in response to Elsa: "I will take the suggestion into consideration. Thank you." She's really not helping this whole 'coming across like Sebastian's pet AI' vibe.

Sebastian Shaw has posed:
"Now now, Ms. Bloodstone. Don't be jealous." A pause. "There are no bogeys outside, either. You are both free and clear to depart. The information is confirmed as received. Thank you both." Another pause. "And thank YOU."

There are no more vampires remaining within the building. Mission: Complete.

Blake Riviere has posed:
A little sigh of a mock pout, Blake shrugs her bare shoulders and then folds her hands. "I suppose I will have to find my fun another way..." Of course, for all the flirtatious tone she might strike, she could probably 'sense' Elsa's inedible nature, but why let that spoil her usual demeanor? A gesture with her hand towards the doorway she makes to walk, no intent made to exit as mist the way she had last time.

"We are on our way."

Elsa Bloodstone has posed:
"Well I do know a very delightful club for that. The manager has some weird backward sentiments but the rest of the people there are just lovely!" Elsa suggests as she joins Blake in making an exit at a much more casual pace and swish of her coat behind her.

"We shall endeavor to deliver faster than standard shipping. And arrive much more impeccably attired than beige shorts and blue tee shirts." best thing about vampires dying.

No stains.

Sebastian Shaw has posed:
"At least you called it delightful," chimes in Sebastian, with a bit of a laugh. "See you at the Club. King out." And then the sound from his side goes dead.