Sleepy Hollow IC (Accepting see OOC)

[Imperialisium]

Katrina von Auguste & Lukas Kasymir

"Didn't Mr. Francisco own this place before?" said Katrina to Lukas. Lukas shrugged and made a face of contemplation. Mumbling to himself for a minute in recollection before replying, "Ah yes, Mr. Francisco; an odd fellow. Older gentleman who left recently for Louisiana if I recall?" said Lukas. In reality he knew what happened to Francisco, and who he really was, because he was definitely not a real retired veteran from Vietnam. That was the cover story given to him by the Vatican. See Francisco was an ex-Inquisitor of the Vatican with deep connections with the Mexican Inquisition. Francisco here had quite the repertoire under him. Including the banishing of two Demons and the destruction of a Heretical Convent hell bent on summoning Mephistopheles to the material plane. What a fiasco that would have been? Imagine a greater Demon of Hell rampaging across Central America? Indeed, he was quite accomplished for an agent of the Holy Throne. But of course age caught up with him and his last assignment was in Sleepy Hollow. Retired, and despite the passing conversations he had with Lukas, as ironic as they where. He never divulged why he severed ties with the Vatican in the first place.

"Oh! He used to help janitor at the Academy!" said Katrina abruptly. This of course was also true, if anything to keep the old man occupied, maybe even to keep a watch on the students. There where young vampires, werewolves, and the like that went to the Academy. Passing as human students and living largely normal lives. But the Secret Peace never stipulated against the Vatican and Hunters from keeping a close eye on this particular hotbed of supernatural beings.

[Aghrabia]

Alicia nodded along the way. She's sure he's going to be fine on their way to there. "Sure, it will be a honor of mine. Come along," as she went out from the inn and into her car. Good sedan, good price. Not entirely modified, but perhaps an extensive one is modded along the way. Exhaust, power, those kind of things.

"It will be a bit far from this inn. Once there, we just have to hit my small library and you can explore all kinds of books and documents there. Address, identities, hell, even historical books on amnesia and hypnotism, and werewolves too."

Aaron followed Alicia out of the inn, regretting not having picked up another drink first- never mind that, there'd be plenty of time to drink later- and up towards the sedan.
"Nice car," he remarked, without a trace of irony on him- then listening to what she followed it up with. He smiled, "Sounds good, let's get going then!"

Nearby, he saw the procession of the Heaven's Devils- though he did not know that that's what they were called yet- and shuddered involuntary. Damn bikers are everywhere these days... at least they don't look like they're a part of the last gang he had encountered, but one could never be too safe, after all... he shuddered again.

[Prusselanden]

Alicia nodded along the way. She's sure he's going to be fine on their way to there. "Sure, it will be a honor of mine. Come along," as she went out from the inn and into her car. Good sedan, good price. Not entirely modified, but perhaps an extensive one is modded along the way. Exhaust, power, those kind of things.

"It will be a bit far from this inn. Once there, we just have to hit my small library and you can explore all kinds of books and documents there. Address, identities, hell, even historical books on amnesia and hypnotism, and werewolves too."

Aaron followed Alicia out of the inn, regretting not having picked up another drink first- never mind that, there'd be plenty of time to drink later- and up towards the sedan.
"Nice car," he remarked, without a trace of irony on him- then listening to what she followed it up with. He smiled, "Sounds good, let's get going then!"

Nearby, he saw the procession of the Heaven's Devils- though he did not know that that's what they were called yet- and shuddered involuntary. Damn bikers are everywhere these days... at least they don't look like they're a part of the last gang he had encountered, but one could never be too safe, after all... he shuddered again.

Ackerman
Ackeman walked out of the shop and spotted the Heaven's devils as well.
"Was das fick are they doing here?" She muttered to herself and went back into her bar for the "We're closed" sign.
However, before she could, some of the devils strode in.
Shit shit shit
"I'm sorry, we're closing. The Boss is out too long so we're shutting down early. I'm sorry." She tried in vain to attempt to convince the bikers to leave the bar.

[Imperialisium]

Heaven's Devils & The Bar

The three Heaven's Devils, two tanned fellows with black bandanas on their shaved heads, and a third with short greying black hair walked into the bar. Their jackets had the eponymous Heaven's Devils stitched onto the back while the lead man, with the greying black hair, had numerous patches on his colors (jacket). Some were rather obvious like donating to the Red Cross, others sported a rather secretive and possible malevolent accomplishment like a small rectangular patch that read: MAN OF NIGHT. This could of course meant anything. Biker clubs could have their own parlance for certain things. But given the reputation for the Heaven's Devils among the supernatural community this probably alluded to something rather specific.

"I'm sorry miss. Just the lads and I where hoping to grab a drink after a long ride. Certainly there is time for us to have one and then leave?" The lead man was courteous and spoke in a friendly tone. Though he eyed the blood spattered man who looked like he'd just hiked a hundred miles and was assaulted by a pack of coyotes. The others did too but to a lesser degree. They seemed interested but not confrontational. That old biker kindness I suppose. But then again the Heaven's Devils did have an outlaw history back in the day. Perhaps it still ran in the veins of the old bloods in the club.

[Prusselanden]

Heaven's Devils & The Bar

The three Heaven's Devils, two tanned fellows with black bandanas on their shaved heads, and a third with short greying black hair walked into the bar. Their jackets had the eponymous Heaven's Devils stitched onto the back while the lead man, with the greying black hair, had numerous patches on his colors (jacket). Some were rather obvious like donating to the Red Cross, others sported a rather secretive and possible malevolent accomplishment like a small rectangular patch that read: MAN OF NIGHT. This could of course meant anything. Biker clubs could have their own parlance for certain things. But given the reputation for the Heaven's Devils among the supernatural community this probably alluded to something rather specific.

"I'm sorry miss. Just the lads and I where hoping to grab a drink after a long ride. Certainly there is time for us to have one and then leave?" The lead man was courteous and spoke in a friendly tone. Though he eyed the blood spattered man who looked like he'd just hiked a hundred miles and was assaulted by a pack of coyotes. The others did too but to a lesser degree. They seemed interested but not confrontational. That old biker kindness I suppose. But then again the Heaven's Devils did have an outlaw history back in the day. Perhaps it still ran in the veins of the old bloods in the club.

"....I...." she sweated a little, keeping her 'nothing happening here' composure and wiped her hands on her apron. "Well....I guess we could stay open a little longer or so from now, mister. So...what would you three like? Our hard liquors are half price today and you must be as thirsty as heck."
They're not that bad, and they also look really thirsty but....
...Why are they looking at me like that? It's strange...
She shook the thought off and started brushing her bangs over her left eye again and pushed a smile.

[Altito Asmoro]

Alicia nodded along the way. She's sure he's going to be fine on their way to there. "Sure, it will be a honor of mine. Come along," as she went out from the inn and into her car. Good sedan, good price. Not entirely modified, but perhaps an extensive one is modded along the way. Exhaust, power, those kind of things.

"It will be a bit far from this inn. Once there, we just have to hit my small library and you can explore all kinds of books and documents there. Address, identities, hell, even historical books on amnesia and hypnotism, and werewolves too."

Aaron followed Alicia out of the inn, regretting not having picked up another drink first- never mind that, there'd be plenty of time to drink later- and up towards the sedan.
"Nice car," he remarked, without a trace of irony on him- then listening to what she followed it up with. He smiled, "Sounds good, let's get going then!"

Nearby, he saw the procession of the Heaven's Devils- though he did not know that that's what they were called yet- and shuddered involuntary. Damn bikers are everywhere these days... at least they don't look like they're a part of the last gang he had encountered, but one could never be too safe, after all... he shuddered again.

Alicia Hermann, Hermann's Security Consultation, Sleepy Hollow

They eventually arrived at Hermann's Security Consultation. It's not a big office, to say at the very least. But not small either. It consists of a house with two floors, the first floor was assigned as the office room, with small library fitted with books on hypnotism, supernatural creatures, and mostly thriller and mystery novels. There is a locked cabinet with pistol and shotgun hanged inside the cabinet. The second floor is her bedroom, bathroom, two guest rooms, and a couple collections of small cabinet with...some strange weapons.

"Suit yourself for a while, Aaron. You can make yourself at home, read the books, while I hit the road for some tea for both of us," as Alicia made her way to the kitchen and poured hot tea into two cups, with honey jam beside the cups as she brought out the tray and put it into the table.

[Laurvier]

Aubert Legal Services

"The 9 millimeter is good enough." Said James. By the time Tara returned he had changed into a pair of jeans, sneakers and had on a New York Yankees baseball cap. James Bond may have no problem getting into a shoot-out wearing a suit but James Aubert was more practically minded. He opened the box and got to work making sure the glock was loaded and shoving it into the waistband of his pants as his 1911 was already taking the place of the shoulder holster. The 3 magazines he stashed into pockets. Next he put on the vest and put on a light jacket, zipping it up to conceal the vest. It was as if he had done this before moving with a calm efficiency and confidence. Although James only knew operations like this in theory, not experience.

"We'll ride in your car. Drop me off a bit away from the house and I'll make my approach on foot." He said preparing to follow her.

[Imperialisium]

Heaven's Devils & The Bar

The bikers smiled at Ackerman with the lead holding up three fingers, "We'll take a glass of your finest whiskey each." The duo behind him made for the bar and sat down, while the lead man, now slowly walking to the bar as he dug in his pocket. Eying her the entire way as he took step by step closer. "Aha." Pulling out a small beat up brown leather wallet the man flicked it open and slapped down a couple 20's. "Say folk around here seem awful spooked?" queried the lead man as he looked at Ackerman. He knew something was up, but couldn't place his finger on it, but at least he wasn't getting violent.

[Dyelli Beybi]

Aubert Legal Services

"The 9 millimeter is good enough." Said James. By the time Tara returned he had changed into a pair of jeans, sneakers and had on a New York Yankees baseball cap. James Bond may have no problem getting into a shoot-out wearing a suit but James Aubert was more practically minded. He opened the box and got to work making sure the glock was loaded and shoving it into the waistband of his pants as his 1911 was already taking the place of the shoulder holster. The 3 magazines he stashed into pockets. Next he put on the vest and put on a light jacket, zipping it up to conceal the vest. It was as if he had done this before moving with a calm efficiency and confidence. Although James only knew operations like this in theory, not experience.

"We'll ride in your car. Drop me off a bit away from the house and I'll make my approach on foot." He said preparing to follow her.

Tara nodded to that, "Okay... let's get this show on the road."

"By the way." she added as they left the premises, "Can you think of a reason why we might be in a car together if anyone sees us and asks? I can think of one or two excuses but I'm not sure how comfortable you would be with me using them." she gave a brief, cheeky grin, before adding, "Seriously, it is always good to have that kind of thing mapped out in advance. If you can establish what the 'truth' is, then you can lie about that and when people eventually dig down to the constructed truth they think they've hit the bottom without realising there is another layer beyond."

She fell silent as they approached some random members of the public walking the opposite way down the sidewalk. They fell silent as Tara approached as well. Tara suspected they had been gossiping about the text message everyone had got although there were plenty of other reasons you might not want to talk too much in front of a police officer. She kept her mouth shut until the citizens had passed out of ear shot, "Like I was saying... give it some thought and let me know."

She stepped out to cross the road as they approached her cruiser, pulling open the driver-side door and motioning for James to take the seat next to her. She pulled her aviators out, putting them on as she fired up the engine. While she might have sounded confident about what they were about to do, she was anything but. There were a number of ways this could pan out and she couldn't help but wonder how likely the 'getting eaten by a house full of hungry vampires' scenario was to occur.

She was still thinking about that when she pulled over, just out of sight of the Kilkraine farm, "Find somewhere concealed within view of the front of the property. I'll try to make sure any interview gets conducted there." Tara said, "And good luck."

It was time to see if the Heaven's Devils were home. She drove the rest of the way on her own, pulling the cruiser up out front of the main farm building before stepping out, walking up to the front door and knocking loudly,"Hello?" she called, "Anyone home?"

[Prusselanden]

Heaven's Devils & The Bar

The bikers smiled at Ackerman with the lead holding up three fingers, "We'll take a glass of your finest whiskey each." The duo behind him made for the bar and sat down, while the lead man, now slowly walking to the bar as he dug in his pocket. Eying her the entire way as he took step by step closer. "Aha." Pulling out a small beat up brown leather wallet the man flicked it open and slapped down a couple 20's. "Say folk around here seem awful spooked?" queried the lead man as he looked at Ackerman. He knew something was up, but couldn't place his finger on it, but at least he wasn't getting violent.

She took the twenties, gave him his change, and went to get them some drinks. She took glasses from below the counter and arranged them neatly in front of the three bikers. She noticed the lead man staring at her and kept her gaze on other parts of the room, pretending not to notice his suspicions.
Either it's my scar or the fact that he can sense it too.
She took out a frosty bottle of whisky and poured the golden liquid into the glasses in a long, rich, golden stream, while brushing her hair over her left side of the face. After the cups were filled to three fourths, she stopped and screwed the cap on, leaving the bottle with the bikers.
"Enjoy your drink." she coughed and went to take other orders, quickly turning away from the three.