5704/Hot on the trail of the past

Hot on the trail of the past
Date of Scene:	24 March 2021
Location:	Angelo's Carriage House
Synopsis:	New blade, old power. Old blood new memories.
Cast of Characters:	Achilles, Sara Pezzini

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Achilles has posed:
    And so, we pick up on the investigatory duo of Sara and Angelo as they track down events from previous weeks. After tracking down one potential involved party or another, finding most of them in the morgue... lacerated and stabbed... Angelo pulled a few strings and managed to discover that there was a string of killings, not just one group mass murder. Killings where parents were dead and children were missing.
    It has been a frustrating few days while the duo did their damdest to figure it all out. But sitting in Angelo's living room, Angelo has the old school photos, printouts, yarn strung between clues and evidence across one wall of his Living Room.
    A new pot of coffee comes out, and cups are filled as Angelo is attempting to assist through what is essentially an all-nighter.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
There was so much, to many tid bits of information here and there, it was unlike any case Sara had ever had before. Most were a straight line, if you knew what to look for, but in this case they were looking for leads to lost memories, or what caused it.

Sara had moved into the pacing portion of her thinking, a slow but steady back and forth along the length of the living room as she debating in her own head the angles,

What had started with two missing children, Mindy and David Francis and turned into two missing kids and dead parents, and then from there into several missing children with dead parents.

"Why would someone kill the parents and take the children?" She says a loud, more to herself than to him, but sometimes hearing it helped. "Nefarious purposes. Slave trade? Do we have any indications from Interpol of slave trader activity spiking during that time?"

Achilles has posed:
    "If I didn't know any better... I'd say this was similar to something of the pre-Zeus pantheon of the ancient Greeks. Before the gods defeated the Titans, the Titans demanded human sacrifice. Cronus himself, Titan of time, preferred his sacrifices to be children. Apparently by sacrificing the young, he maintained mastery over age and time." says Angelo.

    But he snorts and shakes his head, "I mean, what are the odds of someone worshipping the Titans in the same way that was done over four thousand years ago?" he asks.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Midstep of her pacing, Sara stops and looks him. Well more like a stare, a 'duh' expression on her face as she holds up her arm to show off the Witchblade bracelet. "What are the odds of a magical bracelet that turns into a killer weapon?" She points to him, "What are the odds of an immortal." And now she points toward the windows, "What are the odds of mutants and aliens and super powered beings?"

The pacing resumes as does her speaking, "These days we honestly cannot rely on what would have seemed normal to toss out to the average detective. We have to consider every angle, no matter how idiotic it might seem."

Achilles has posed:
    Slowly nodding, Angelo just shrugs, "Wait a minute..." he mutters. "We mapped the incidents, but let's look at it once more. I've got a hunch."

    He chuckles and shakes his head, "I mean, what I meant about 'what are the odds' is more along the lines of, 'isn't it possible that it's just some psycho with no supernatural input?'... but.." Angelo inclines his head and says, "So, let's try this in three dimensions." he says as he does so math work. What? He's not stupid.
    And that's when he points out, "These last three were very close together... on the X axis. But it looks to me like all of the others form a mildly curved line to -this- point... all at ground level. And then the last two go upward in a curve. If you -do- look closely... that could be a scythe with its blade pointed upwards. Now... we just need to figure out who the fuck would be performing child sacrifices to the -original- Grim Reaper, Cronus."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara walks over to look at the map and all the yarn lines, then has to take a step back and tilt her head a touch, then a little more. "I /sort/ of see a scythe," she voices, then turns her head the other way. "Oh well shit, there it is. How did you see that without standing on your head?"

Now she takes a few steps back, head still tilted. "What is the known power point of a scythe blade? I mean the point most would consider the 'chi' or 'energy' point?" She can make a scythe, use a scythe, kill with a scythe, but applying any magical knowledge at all to is was lost on her.

Achilles has posed:
    "Well... technically, Cronus -is- my Great Great Grandfather." mutters Angelo with a shake of his head, "But.. I've had a lot of experience with things like this. There was this bloke back in London in the late 1800's. Detective Doyle. He was a master of visualizing. Man wrote a few books later on too." he states.
    "I'm kidding." he says with a smirk, "I never met Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. But I -did- love his work. But you might say that I am familiar with weapons of every sort, and symbology having to do with my ancestors."
    And then you ask your question about the blade. "Many might think the tip, but.. a scythe doesn't cut with its tip. It cuts with the inner curve." he says, pointing to the crime scene at that point of the blade.
    "And for the record, Zeus never killed Cronus. He imprisoned him. But the Titans have ever been difficult to constrain... at least their influence seeped out into the world a time and again."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara walks back to the board slowly, eyes focused on the place he points, then moves along the arc that is now there. "First killing were here," she points at the base of the arc, near where the straight part of the scythe would begin. "But whom ever did this was smart. The next murder was the point," she puts her other hand at the point. "Do without the idea of looking at the whole thing from a 3D point, they all look completely random."

Achilles has posed:
    "If this is -really- someone trying to invoke Cronus, it is possible they were seeking immortality for themselves." a pause... and then he narrows his eyes, "Wait. Is that..."
    He moves closer and asks, "Do we have documentation of who owns this tower? It is a tower of condos and apartments. That's where the last family was killed."
    He turns and starts to search piles of papers to see if he can locate the required documentation.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara moves to another stack of papers, "I think we have the company that owns it on the release forms." She shuffles a few pages around, looking through them carefully to ensure she doesn't pass it up.

"Company name," she offers the page to him.

Achilles has posed:
    Looking down at the document, Angelo snorts. "Really? Someone thought they'd be clever. I really love it when smart folks try to get clever." he says. He holds the document up and says, "If you'll notice.. it is owned by Ferro-Residential LLC. Two months ago, I had that on my list of companies I suspected were owned by Irons Incorporated on the sly. So.. do you think that Kenneth Irons would be beyond trying to siphon power from a Titan?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Her eyes narrow to mere slits. "That son of a bitch," Sara snorts. "No, that sounds right up his ally, in fact. Gah, what the hell is wrong with that asshole?"

The pacing begins again, for some reason she is exceedingly more angry about the mention of Irons than she normally is. "Of course, we're never going to be able to prove a damn thing. We need to figure out where the ritual would take place, which spot in all.." she gestures at the board. "... this, it would be so we can go have a look."

Achilles has posed:
    "Oh, that part is easy." offers Angelo. He shrugs, "In history, any rituals being done in the name of Cronus -always- took place in a location that was exactly the same distance from the crux, the tip, and the base of the haft. So.."
    He looks at the map and then breaks out some measuring tools. He works for a few minutes, jotting down some calculations on a notepad before he nods and points to a building. "If I am correct, it will be on the roof of -this- warehouse. What do you want to bet he owns -it- too?" he asks.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara pauses long enough to look at the map and the location indicated and say, "I'm sure he does, but let's go take a look all the same." and then she's headed to collect her gun and jacket. She may not really need the gun, but she is a detective and they are required to carry.

Achilles has posed:
    "I'll drive." offers Angelo as he follows. And not only because he keeps his SHIELD issue armory locked away in the trunk of his SHIELD issue sedan. "For the record, I'm gonna loan you my ICER for this one because.. even if someone is trying to kill us, we both know we're not easy to kill. So there's no reason not to take prisoners we can interrogate, eh?" he asks as he reaches for the weapon holstered near the front door and grabs it before holding it out Sara's way.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Eyeing the ICER as it is handed to her, Sara stares after Angelo for a moment, then shrugs and jogs to catch up. "Alright, it fire like a standard gun or is there something funky and entertaining about it that I need to know?" Letting him drive was easy enough, she still couldn't remember where her car was.

Achilles has posed:
    "It's a gun. The bullets just release a dendrotoxin into the bloodstream as they break up on impact. At most, they'll leave a small cut or welt on the skin. But the vast majority of human beings will be knocked out cold for at least an hour." Angelo says as he climbs into his car and starts it up.
    It's not long before the two of you are on the road and heading for your target location.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Climbing into the car with a nod, she removes her own gun from the holster and for now puts it in the glove compartment. The ICER goes into her holster, alittle adjustment required, then she closes her jacket back around her.

"We are about to perform something akin to breaking and entering, you realize that?" She comments, looking over at him as he drives. For a brief instant she sees the way the light from a passing car shines off his hair and it makes her want to smile. She has no fucking idea why she wants to smile, it's light on hair for fucks sake.

Her eyes go back out the windshield, intent on staying focused out there and not in here where her head just got all weird. "I like the idea of not having to kill. These things should be standard issue all over, get rid of real bullets all together."

Achilles has posed:
    "Except, there -are- folks who can't be put out by a drug. As much as I hate to admit it, there are cases where something more potent.. more lethal is necessary." offers Angelo as he drives. His knuckles are white about the steering wheel, and he adds, "For the record. Two of these sites were places where I had tracked down witness testimonies of a woman of about your size and appearance having been seen when you went missing. I couldn't just -not- look into the disappearance of a cop who is also..." Yes, he hesitates, ".. a friend."
    But then he is driving. He ignores the comment about breaking and entering. Nope. He certainly did -not- hear those words.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
His words pull Sara right out of what she was starting to call the 'crazy haze'. "Wait, excuse me what?" She asks in surprise. "Let's tackles this one what the fuck at a time. People described someone like me being in the area of these murders at the time of them?" That alone makes her heart thump a little faster in her chest.

"Next what the fuck, you were looking for me? I thought it was just the NYPD that was looking," now she does smile, a little. "That's kind of nice to know actually, someone with your skills caring enough to look for me."

Achilles has posed:
    Slowly, Angelo nods, "Yeah. So I was looking into two of those locations. I didn't have any context or connection to the other sites. For all I know, you'd bee chasing Irons through the city, almost catching him at each location."

    But he presses his lips together then. He doesn't want you to have to be told by him, 'oh by the way, we were lovers. You have a cute little mole on your left buttcheek. If that memory is gone for good, then it can't be forced. If it'll be recovered, then it's best you recover it at your own pace and then deal with it. But... it's hard to just not say it.
    "What? Can't I look for a friend gone missing?" he asks, half defensively, half joking. "I mean unless you're blind, it should be obvious that you -are- important to me." he adds, going about as far as he is willing to go.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara chuckles lightly, "I'm not blind, I can see that you care a great deal. You let me live with you, you take care of me and now this, that you went looking for me. I know I've forgotten things." She sighs a little, looking over at him. "And I know some of those things effect you, greatly. I've seen it. You're allowed to do anything you want Angelo."

She looks back out at the road, "I don't remember being anywhere around here, but I didn't remember investigating the missing kids until I read my notes, and then I don't really remember, it's just the notes."

Achilles has posed:
    Shaking his head, Angelo states, "This is not about me. It's about you and your lost time." but he pauses and opens his mouth to speak, only to shut it again. "We're three blocks out. I've no idea if they've already done this ritual, or if it is still coming up."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara sits back in the seat, adjusting the seat belt for a moment then looks back at Angelo, "Apparently I was here,' she states rather bluntly. "According to what people have said, I was here around the time of the murders, so at least we have a pattern for where I went that I don't remember."

Frustration starts to creep in again, so she shoves it down, has to literally mentally reach in and shove it into a box. "I think if the ritual were completed, we would have more trouble on our hands already, then again perhaps he's laying low and waiting for the right chance to revel in his new powers, but that's not really his style."

Achilles has posed:
    "From what I understood, Irons was already long lived. Maybe he was trying to transfer it or make someone else immortal." A pause as Angelo turns the car around a corner and points up ahead, "There's the warehouse. Even if he's finished the ritual, we should be able to find -some- evidence of what happened here." he offers.
    A few moments later, he pulls to a stop and turns to face Sara as he releases his seat-belt. "Okay. I need you on point here. Are you focused and in control?" he asks. It's like he -knows- her.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
The minute the car stop, Sara unfastened her seat belt and reaches for the door handle, but stops there to look at him. "Of course I am," she states. "My head may be messed up, but this is not just a game face. I know how to compartmentalize things to get shit done."

Now that she's done speaking that, she has to really /look/ at him. How the hell did he know? Did he really know her that well? What was the extent of their relation.... NO! Another wave of random thoughts and questions gets shoved into the box.

"You ready?" she asks, her mind back in focus.

Achilles has posed:
    Nodding his head, Angelo says, "If there is one thing I am always ready for, it is going to war. But one cannot wage war without intelligence." That said, he opens his door and steps out, "And stop redirecting." he adds as a bit of a jibe, offering a smile to try to disarm the comment's offensive nature.
    He presses a button on his key fob which pops his trunk open. He does this as he is circling about to the back where he reaches in and presses his thumb to a concealed scanner. This opens the sunken safe which he reaches in to draw out a modified weapon. It is in essence a .45 ACP Submachinegun retooled to fire ICER rounds. He slips the sling over his neck and drapes the weapon down his right side. He's got a vest in there, but doesn't reach for it.... duh. "Ready?" he asks as he shuts the trunk.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Muttering, "Stop redirecting," in a snide little whisper to herself, much like a child would, Sara climbs out of the car and follows him to the back. She is grinning, so clearly she saw it all as some sort of joke or perhaps she just didn't care how serious he might have been.

While he gears himself, she looks over the warehouse. If the roof is where it would have taken place, there may be a way to that roof without even having to go through the building and that is what her eyes are searching for.

"Plan of attack," she states. "If there is an outside way that presents itself to get to the roof, we use that. The less time inside the better, and that would in fact save us from having to do that part you are pretending we don't have to do." She offers a smirk. "If there isn't a way to the roof out here, then you can go take a walk and I'll to the actual part that you are pretending we don't have to do."

Achilles has posed:
    "In for a penny." offers Angelo as he follows her gaze and looks to the warehouse. He makes sure he has a few spare magazines for his weapon and tucks them into his pockets before saying, "So. Fire escape then?" as he moves closer. "Think you might be able to cut us a way through the fence?" he adds with a flourish and a gesture towards the perimeter fence.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara offers her hand back for one extra magazine for the hand gun, which she pulls from the holster. "If we can find one, yes."

Moving now far more silently than a normal detective should be able to, she inches up on the building to the left to peek around it, then signals for him to join. Only once he's next to her again does she say very quietly, "Fire escape." Then points. She's maintaining the whole 'there are bad guys out there some place, keep quiet' technique.

Achilles has posed:
    "So no fence then." says Angelo softly with a nod. He just moves forward, covering while she moves, and then moving while she covers. It's an old habit to work as a partner with someone. One he forced himself to learn after so long being a lone wolf glory hound.
    But he doesn't speak while the Leapfrog game goes on. He merely does his part to make it work. But he reaches the base of the fire escape and lifts his weapon upwards. Aiming up the length of the ladder through his holo-sight and covering for while she climbs. Again, nothing spoken. Just intent shown with his actions.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
The maneuver is old and practiced, move, cover, move, cover, it felt natural, like slipping into a warm bath tub. Sara pauses only for a moment at the base of the ladder, gun going into holster even as she was starting up.

It all seemed to easy, which caused her to already be thinking the ritual had been done, they were too late and some how, this all linked back to her memory loss.

Achilles has posed:
    In fact, the ritual -has- been finished. Not exactly any way to have known that. But it is not as if Sara's return here is much of a surprise. Ever since she broke the conditioning Irons used on her, he has been on high alert. He had her loft under observation. He had officers on the force bribed. But the fact that you went to Angelo's house was not something he expected. But he left observers here at the ritual location. He knows that Sara is a detective and deduced that she'd be coming here.
    And so a trap was set. A trap for the blade and its bearer. Not that there is any indication of that. Up top, on the roof... there is a circle already drawn and waiting. When the blade enters the circle, the control spell will trigger once more. But this time the blade knows it... and so the odds are it will simply fail. But he must try, right?

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara pauses at the top of the fire escape so she can very slowly look up and over the top edge that runs around the roof. It's not very tall, just enough to keep people from just walking off the edge, well some still could, but those are the stupid ones jumping around.

Glancing down to look at Angelo, to see where he is located on the ladder, she looks again over that edge.

The roof was completely empty, that made no sense. As she went to climb up the last few steps and swing her leg over the railing, expecting to just step onto the roof, she found that is not at all what happened.

Leg lifted and swung, but the Witchblade was having none of that magical bull crap again. The metal tendrils don't so much wrap around her in armor but they do wrap around the railing of the ladder and stop her from being able to move.

"What the ever living fuck," she hisses softly, then looks around herself at the tendrils. The gauntlet appeared, ripping the sleeve, but the armor didn't, it was literally the gauntlet wrapped around the railing. "Fuck." She looks down at Angelo now, her dominant hand currently out of commission.

Achilles has posed:
    And of course, Angelo hadn't come up yet. He was still down there aiming skywards, covering her. At the deployment of the blade's tendrils... he lifted both brows.
    "Well that's new." he mutters before dropping his weapon onto the sling and starting to scramble up the ladder. He moves fast, but is still controlled. It's not a panicked rush so much as just something he is used to doing at high speed.
    And then, he's at the top of the ladder. "Getting attached to ladders now?" he asks softly as he lifts his slung weapon into position and climbs over the edge himself.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara is still muttering curses and attempting to dislodge herself from the ladder but the Witchblade will not let go. "I don't get what's going on, Angelo," she whispers, looking over at him as he climbs over the edge. "It won't let go of the ladder or me, I can feel it, it does not want me to go on the roof top, but I don't know why."

She looks around again rather quickly. She knows the Witchblade would never put her life in danger, do it has to be clear, no one in immediate sight, but it has never been quite to... demanding of her before.

"You're going to have to look around, something has it... upset?"

Achilles has posed:
    "Good thing it's not upset with me. That would hurt." mutters Angelo. "Okay, I'll have a look a...." and his voice cuts off as a high velocity armor piercing bullet strikes him in the side of his head. Now, the fact that he can't die does not mean he doesn't get hurt. And he's not invulnerable, despite what the myths all said.
    The depleted uranium core punches through flesh and bone, and the round exits his head on the opposite side. . .
    Wordlessly, Angelo goes down. A second or so later, the crack of the rifle shot is heard. The shooter is quite a ways off if it took a full second to hear the shot.
    For a long moment he is silent. Right up until his voice croaks out, "Ow. God I hate getting shot." softly, but he's out of sight under the lip of the rooftop. Whomever it was ... was likely trying to isolate Sara. Not kill her.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
The bullet may not have been meant for Sara, but the Witchblade has had quite enough of this bullshit. Unwrapping from the railing the armor winds itself around her body, shredding her clothing and leaving the ICER gun in holster sitting on the ledge of the fire escape.

Oh no, that is not enough, Sara hardly has a chance to react to the bullet, to Angelo going down, to that sudden and extremely unexpected pang of emotional terror and pain that ripped through her before the armor has wrapped itself around her and a set of metal wings have exploded from her back. "Angelo!" She nearly screamed, but even still it was low as if afraid to let her location be known, as if anyone could miss the wings.

Now Sara and Witchblade are both pissed, so she goes over the railing and there is this hissing sound as black smoke rises from the circle, the spell completely dissolved. The direction of the bullet is only known because Witchblade knew, so she is now between Angelo and that direction.

Achilles has posed:
    The shooter is assuming that the man he shot in the head is dead. After all, any normal person shot through the skull by a high velocity round would be entirely dead. D. E. D. dead.
    And then the voice comes. It's not from in front of her. The voice comes from the other side of the rooftop. "Now that it is just you and I..." the male voice begins. "I am not here to fight you. I am here to make you an offer." says the man named Ian Nottingham.
    But when he steps into view, he is not ... normal. His body appears to be encased by armor similar to Sara's. "Not a bad look for me, is it?" he asks. "And I have you to thank for it. The blood you spilled made the ritual possible. It completed the duplication of your blade, but this one is more... controllable."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
A thousand words flood Sara's mind, not about this situation, not even from this moment, but the dreams of those who wore the blade before her, memories. There were many things the blade could do that she had never known or touched on before, and those memories that she has dreamed before.

"You son of a bitch," she mutters, thick Italian accent coming through. "You have no idea what you've done. You can't copy something made by Gods, but you can learn what happens when you're stupid enough to try."

There is no warning, just the memory, lifting her right hand the blade appears and in that same moment the wings lift her into the sky and go toward Ian at speed.

Achilles has posed:
    "Except when you channel the power of those who predate the gods. The father of Zeus." offers Ian. "This is.. the Cronoblade. I know.. it's a shitty name. But..." Ian shrugs and shakes his head, "I didn't name it. The boss did, and you know he has such corny tastes. Well.. not in everything. He certainly enjoyed the time the two of -you- spent together."

    And then he stops. Dead in his tracks. The blade growing from his hand vibrates a bit. Almost like it is issuing a warning. "What?" he asks. "There is no fuckin' way.." he adds. Something he just learned bothers him.

    It might have to do the the man who is standing up behind where Sara stood a moment ago. But blade meets blade, and Ian puts everything he has into the block against Sara's.
    Meanwhile, Angelo calls out, "Sara! My blood!" And he summons his own Xiphos, reaching down to rub it over the blood from his head wound. That done, he tosses it in the air and yells, "Use it!"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Ian was right, it was a stupid name, but it was also a name that would not last for very long if she had anything to say about it.

As her blade slams into his, a dark and devious smile comes to her lips which only gets worse as Angelo speaks, "What? You think I'm stupid enough to bring a human with me?" She says, then with her left hand reaches out and two tendrils of metal shoot out like grappling hooks to catch Xiphos and draw it back into her hand. As the hilt hits her hand, she is already using it to stab Ian in the side, just below the ribcage, angled up.

How much of that was Sara and how much was Witchblade is unknown, but clearly one or both of them are really pissed off.

Achilles has posed:
    The thing is, the armor on Ian is tough. Tough enough to stop any simple blade. But Angelo's blade is enchanted celestial bronze, forged by Hephaestus himself. But more importantly, the blood on the blade burns away the armor like fire burning a spiderweb.
    Little known fact, the only way to counter the power of a god, or a Titan is with other divine power. And as Angelo... aka Achilles, is a direct descendant of Cronus... well, there you have it.
    The blade stabs deep. And sure, the Cronoblade does its best.. it hurls Ian away and off of the rooftop before it is entirely consumed by the power of the Styx-infused blood. Ian's body tumbles down into the river. Odds are he'll be seen again soon. But now... now he knows that Angelo is more than human.

... Soon, Irons will know. But.. perhaps the mingling of power might just jar a bit of those memories loose?

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara moves like she's going to follow in fact she jumps over the edge of the roof and the wings spread to support her in a hover. Watching Ian's hit the water she curses a string of foul words in Italian that would make a sailor blush, then turns her body and flies back over to land by Angelo.

"It's not a Witchblade," she states first, offering him Xiphos back. "He controls it because it is only the magic that formed Witchblade, nothing more. It has no conscience, and no extra abilities. It is armor and weapons, nothing more."

Reaching up, she touches the blood running down his face and looks into his eyes. Familiar eyes, she knows those eyes, she loves those eyes... "Ah... Are you alright?" She asks, confused and yet she loved those eyes, she KNEW she loved those eyes.

Achilles has posed:
    Green eyes that shine with the smile on his face, "Of course." he states as he takes his sword back and unsummons the thing. "No way that bugger could've known that my blood was only three generations removed from Cronus." he mutters.
    But his head leans towards her hand... before he stops. He grimaces and it's not from any physical pain. In fact, the wound appears fully healed. However.. he does say more. "I think... that he was just learning about the power. And Cronus is not easily defeated. Driven back yes. But I wager we've not seen the last of either of them. The wielder -or- the blade."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Pulling her hand back quickly, Sara takes a deep breath and looks away. Those eyes, she had stared into them many times, she remembered, but not why. It was there, just at the edge of the fog, the reason those eyes made her want to hug him, but she couldn't break past into the light of the information.

"He'll be back," she comments quietly, far more quiet then is usual for her. "You heard what he said? That I..." she shakes her head, "He has to have been trying to mess with me, throw off my concentration."

Achilles has posed:
    "Well, at least we know what the ritual was for. Funny thing.. if they'd known my parentage, I might've been a part of the ritual if they were smart about it." offers Angelo.
    He wants to pull Sara close, but he stops himself. No sense putting her on the defensive or making her freak out. "And... can you keep the armor on until we get to the car? I keep three changes of clothing for you in my trunk." he offers. . . why the fuck would he have -that-? Hrmm...
    But that said, he gives a grin and drops over the edge to slide down the ladder. He can't fly, but he can descend a ladder with style.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara actually looks for a moment, very lost. She sort of wanders around the rooftop for a moment, then starts kicking the gravel out of the way, finding the circle that had been created. She starts muttering to herself in Italian again.

"I could go home in it," she replies, after thought, thrown over her shoulder. She start walking around the outer edge of the circle, again muttering. Eyes narrow then go wide, then narrow again. There is distraction, she has no idea he has dropped down the ladder until after a few minutes she looks up

"Angelo?" She turns around once, then moves to the edge of the roof and looks down. Yep, there he is. Stepping onto the ledge, she picks up the ruined holster and the ICER, then just steps off the ledge and drifts down with the wings. It is then that they melt back into the armor.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said."

Achilles has posed:
    "Well, you've every reason to be distracted. I was suggesting that you come to the car where I have some clothes for you to change into." he offers as she lands down there. He pops the trunk open once more and pulls out a vacuum sealed bag with pants, socks, lightweight tennis shoes, underwear, and a teeshirt. All in Sara's size.
    Handing it over, he lifts his brows, "We made stashes in your bike's saddlebags, and in my car.. just in case." he says with a shrug as he turns his back to give the semblance of privacy.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara still looks very much distracted, looking up at the roof as he gets the bag and only looking at him after he had stopped talking for a minute.

"I know why I can't remember," she finally says bluntly, not even looking at the bag of clothes yet, she's watching his face. Shaking her head she takes the clothing and just, armor gone, bracelet back, starts to get dressed. "I just don't know how to undo it... I don't..." she shakes her head. "I need alcohol."

Achilles has posed:
    "Oh, I think that I can provide the alcohol. But... maybe you could enlighten me as to why you can't remember?" asks Angelo as he stands there, back turned. Only when you indicate that you are dressed does he turn back about and reach to open the door to the car so he can climb in.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
She dresses quickly, angrily actually, stuffing herself into her own clothing, of course he has her clothing... he's always been there, there is more, but what?

The shoes do not go on her feet, she takes them with her and climbs into the car. "You are going to want alcohol as well," she states, closing the door and looking at him. "I can't remember, because Witchblade won't let me remember."

Achilles has posed:
    "Can I buy the lady a drink then?" asks Angelo as he starts the car and smirks a bit. "Back home though. No driving after shitfacin' ourselves." And with that.. he pulls the car onto the street and heads towards home...