There's blood on my hands like the blood in you...

[deepestindigo]

In an alley behind a rather nice Chicago hotel, there's a blue-haired demon wrapped in a coat, with an overnight bag at her feet. She licks the blood off her crimson-and-black-splatered hands like it's no big deal, and tries to ignore the black blood running down her legs

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[w_for_wizard]

Something happens.

Something happens in the form of Harry Dresden, who's been prowling random streets just trying to work out the differences between this Chicago and the one he calls home.

At first, he just passes by the alley without pausing. And then he stops, backtracks, and just stares down the alley at the girl covered in blood and who knows what else, and given the scene in front of him, he can't decide if she's in trouble or if she is the trouble. ...then again, he guesses, there's no reason it can't be both.

"Uh..." Something witty probably goes here. Give him a minute.

[deepestindigo]

Indy kind of wishes she was a Glaysa, because her threat display kinda sucks right now, given that she's bleeding under the coat. Still, she tries her very best to give Harry an 'I am scary, don't fuck with me' kind of look while still leaning against the wall.

Walls are good and help you not fall down.

"Keep walking, mister."

She takes another drag off her cigarette, which may be a mistake. Her hands are shaking a little.

"Everyone that needs to be called was called. Walk away."

She makes little walking motions in the air with her fingers by way of demonstration.

[w_for_wizard]

Harry doesn't move any closer, but he also doesn't back off just yet. One of these days, he's going to learn to back down before he gets too involved in things for anyone's good, but... today is probably not gonna be that day.

"See, I would do that," he says slowly, "but I'm really not good at walking away from women covered in blood. I realize it's a personal failing of mine." And regardless of whether people have been called, she looks like she's about ready to fall over any minute now. Oh yes, he notices how friendly you're getting with that wall, Indy.

[deepestindigo]

"I could eat your face," Indy tells him, but her heart's not really in it. "Big scary demon. Rar." She's not out of it enough to miss that this guy's a wanderer, at least. "Really, the walking's a good plan for you. Best plan. I swear."

Oh yeah, she's threatening.

[weareshadows]

'round the front of the hotel, a sleek black sedan has pulled up and been turned over to a valet for parking. Out of it came four people, and of those four Leona and one of her bodymen have already gone inside. Sure, Indy has the keycards, but there are ways to get around locks if one has a good pool of talent, and Leona would prefer to take a look at the damage before dealing with the employee who caused it.

That's not to say she's just going to leave Indy on her lonesome, of course. Adonis is coming round the alley accompanied by a Glaysa.

Just in case.

The glays takes up residence at the mouth of the alley, leaning back against the wall and lighting a cigarette, perfect faux-casual. Adonis wanders in, a computer bag slung over his shoulder, though this one contains not a laptop but a light trenchcoat and a carton of wet wipes which he pulls out and tosses, idly, from hand to hand before offering them as he draws near.

"Ms. Jones?"

[deepestindigo]

What's left upstairs might be telling. Indy's client, someone she's seen before several times, is torn up -- there's an arm on one side of the room, still clutching a black-encrusted straight razor in one hand, and internal organs everywhere. Usually when Indy's had to deal with a problem client, there are bones and a few bloodstains and not much else, but this time, it's just carnage. There are coils of rope everywhere, some broken, and one snapped-off bedpost. There's also a pair of shoes with ridiculously high heels lying on the floor, in one of the few spots that's not splattered in red and black

[weareshadows]

Adonis' nose wrinkles. His sense of smell isn't as good as some behemoths', and it's definitely not as good when he's not in full-out behemoth form, but the girl's a walking poster for something splatterpunk and heavily rated

[deepestindigo]

"...'kay. It would help. The lying down. I think. Thanks."

Indy's trying to remember how much blood you can lose before you die. It seems like this would be a useful thing to know, as while the puddle beneath her isn't that big, for a puddle of blood, there's more of her blood upstairs.

She needs that blood.

Still, there's only so long she can lean against a wall, so after a somewhat more thorough wiping, she looks up at Adonis again. "Little bit of help? Please?"

[trappedbyhate]

It's a weekend, so Mio is out on the town. And by out on the town, the narration means going to bars and inciting barfights. What she really needed was a target to hunt, but while she'd gotten a few leads on good prospects from a couple of victims' support groups, she hadn't managed to track down any of them yet. So in the meantime, she goes to bars and starts fights to bleed off the negative energy. It's not much, but it keeps her power in check and it keeps her from going insane

[deepestindigo]

"Yeah," Indy says. "I've got... people coming. Which is good. People." She takes the wipe and opens her coat, peeling away the blood-soaked fabric underneath it.

"Um." She looks down at the gash on her abdomen. "I think I need a bigger... wipe. Thing." And she hasn't even gotten to the worst injury yet.

"I'm Indy. Hi."

[trappedbyhate]

Mio's not squeamish, but she does blanch a little bit when she sees the size of the gash. She wonders what happened, but she realizes that Indy might not want to share. Most people can be a bit touchy about talking about circumstances that led to them getting all cut up like that.

"I'm Mio. I'd say nice to meet you, Indy, but I think we both wish it was under better circumstances," Mio says. "I don't have any bigger wipes, but I do have more, and I've got bandages for when you've got that cleaned off as best you can. How long do you think it will be until your people get here?"