07-01-2013, 02:56 PM
"Rabid Jack Rabbit, eh?" Marcellus' hand is not large, exactly, but it's callused, almost swollen like a famer's, the palm thick, the fingers strong, the lines and whorls seamed with fine dirt. He shakes Jack's hand at first tentatively and then firmly.
"Macellus Williams. Don't know what moon I was born under. Erm." He pauses as he rubs both hands up and down his hips, still a little uneasy. "That was a joke. About the moon thing."
Then Jack reveals - almost casually - that the place Marcellus and Georgianna had visited was a nest of the Wyrm, a violent cult that harbored cannibals and worse. He blanches. Shakes his head. Tries to picture the folks he'd seen there, tries to imagine that lady, Maria? Marissa? The ex-con - tries to picture her face covered in blood as she ate out of somebody's stomach, and his lips purse with revulsion.
"Soldier up?" A pause. He honestly hadn't considered it. But. He thinks of Georgianna, back on her corner, thinks of how close she came to locking herself away with a bunch of cannibals. Something inside him hardens. "Well, sure, if you think I could help." He straightens some. Smooths down the front of his shirt beneath the army jacket. "I can swing a bat, and hell. I know how to fire a gun." It's bravely said, but doubt flickers across his face. One thing you learn on the streets is to not go asking for trouble. Before he can change his mind, he moves on.
"Speaking of Black Spiral Dancers... I ran into another kin. Eva? Shadow Lord." The words cross his lips awkwardly. "She said - she confirmed that the Beloved Horror are back in town. So I did some asking around. Asked a friend of mine - a detective in the Major Crimes unit - and found out that some nine people have disappeared recently under strange circumstances. Six of 'em match the, uh, massacred bodies, the, um, dismembered bodies that were found. I found one of the other three, just some runaway kid, but the other two, they're still missing. And I turned up more. Word on the street. Folks missing, and all of them fit, in good shape, you know? Ex-marines, fitness models, that kind of type."
Marcellus cuts a glance up and down the alley, then back at Jack. "I got the files on the other missing folks. If you guys want to follow up on that too."
"Macellus Williams. Don't know what moon I was born under. Erm." He pauses as he rubs both hands up and down his hips, still a little uneasy. "That was a joke. About the moon thing."
Then Jack reveals - almost casually - that the place Marcellus and Georgianna had visited was a nest of the Wyrm, a violent cult that harbored cannibals and worse. He blanches. Shakes his head. Tries to picture the folks he'd seen there, tries to imagine that lady, Maria? Marissa? The ex-con - tries to picture her face covered in blood as she ate out of somebody's stomach, and his lips purse with revulsion.
"Soldier up?" A pause. He honestly hadn't considered it. But. He thinks of Georgianna, back on her corner, thinks of how close she came to locking herself away with a bunch of cannibals. Something inside him hardens. "Well, sure, if you think I could help." He straightens some. Smooths down the front of his shirt beneath the army jacket. "I can swing a bat, and hell. I know how to fire a gun." It's bravely said, but doubt flickers across his face. One thing you learn on the streets is to not go asking for trouble. Before he can change his mind, he moves on.
"Speaking of Black Spiral Dancers... I ran into another kin. Eva? Shadow Lord." The words cross his lips awkwardly. "She said - she confirmed that the Beloved Horror are back in town. So I did some asking around. Asked a friend of mine - a detective in the Major Crimes unit - and found out that some nine people have disappeared recently under strange circumstances. Six of 'em match the, uh, massacred bodies, the, um, dismembered bodies that were found. I found one of the other three, just some runaway kid, but the other two, they're still missing. And I turned up more. Word on the street. Folks missing, and all of them fit, in good shape, you know? Ex-marines, fitness models, that kind of type."
Marcellus cuts a glance up and down the alley, then back at Jack. "I got the files on the other missing folks. If you guys want to follow up on that too."