RP:My Boyfriend's Back

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Part of the The Dust Up In Cenril Arc


Part of the Larketian Fault Lines Arc


Summary: Blut apprehends the Larket mobster who had harassed Alvina on two separate occasions and brings him to a vacant house, where Hudson kills him with a baseball bat. He douses the body in quicklime and burns the murder weapon with alchemical fire, leaving a crime scene humming with magic and a rapidly decomposing corpse.



Hudson had sent Blut his instructions in a drop mutually agreed by them for future correspondence. After successfully identifying and capturing the man who had bothered himself and Alvina at the restaurant, Blut's to send word to Hudson at the nail salon down the street and take the man, alive - up to Blut to figure out the transport of a dude who's likely not going to go easy - to a vacant house that had been abandoned after the Larket earthquake.

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The man's name is Carl. Blut won't get the name from anyone working in the restaurant that night. Nobody remembers anything, as you do, when it comes to mobsters. But if Blut were to be patient, ask around, wait outside, out the joint enough, he'd bump into somebody who was there, that night. Somebody stupid enough to give a name that leads to a name, which leads to another name. The people of Larket don't snitch easy, but if Blut were to keep his nose to the ground, he'd finally get a name ("Carl") and a whereabouts ("The Deli"), from someone just angry enough, to hope that something might happen.

The Larket Deli

Carl handles inventory at the local deli, consistent with Hudson's suspicions that the establishment had ties to organized crime. He's a stocky man, dark-haired and mean-featured, and he handles inventory, but really, he's a fixer for the Larket mob. It's not all just tuna salads and pastrami for him, he collects tribute, and, sometimes, he disposes of bodies, or leaves them there, depending on what kind of message is best. It's after hours, now, and he's just locking up, leaving by a back entrance to walk in the darkness toward his home.

Blut entered the restaurant as he walked over to the bar keeper. He wore a laket coat and hat looking like a detective of the city considering he's wearing the clothes of a now dead one. He even stole his face name and badge and due to how well Blut hide the body and how he's reporting as the man there is no suspision that he is anyone else. Blut took a seat as he looked at the selection "'I'll take a whisky on the rocks and I would like to ask you a couple of questions sir." Blut asked takeing out his badge before proudly prononceing "private detective of the Larket guard." Blut also threw some gold on the table to pay for the drink.

Carl had been hoping to close up shop for the day and go home, but Blut's arrival complicates things. "We're closing," he says gruffly to the man, until he sees the flash of badge and is forced to reconsider. "Ah," he says. The annoyance shows in his face, he hardens his jaw and turns back to the liquor cabinet, reopening it to pour Blut a whiskey, which he serves over ice as directed. He pushes the finished drink across the bar. "Yeah?" asks Carl, once that's done. His tone is the tired one of men in power who feel their time is being wasted.

Blut smirked as the man seemed to find a man matching the discription Hudson gave him. Blut watched the man very carefully observeing every action he takes even the slightist twitch could be vital evidence. Blut looked up at the mans face his crimson eyes clearly visible with a very faint glow if you would if the man looked into them Blut could use his master level illusions. Blut took out a note book "well I've been sent to deal with some low lives who seem to think their the Larket mob. Blut took a drink as he chuckled as he placed a note book on the table showing a artist sketch of his face it didn't look exactly like him but someone could certainly join the dots. "My boss was interupted dureing his date and now he's sueing for vandalism assalt and threats on both his life and his beloveds. Surely you wouldn't happen to know a man who matches this discription or anyone who happens to match the picture do you sir." Bluts voice was heavy with suspision and tension filled the air as he spoke in his calm methodical way refuseing to show any emotion as his gaze appeared to cut right through the man. He hoped to pressure him or have him lash out either way he was going to talk.

A shadow crosses Carl's face as Blut digs into the heart of their meeting. "Didn't ya get the memo," he hisses, "Look the other way," he means because the guard force has been paid off by his people. What Blut says next confuses him. Carl puts his elbows on the bar, making himself at eye level with the guy. "Your boss," he repeats, looking into Blut's face with no shy amount of menace. "You're working for the wrong man," he drawls, looking at the picture, which is a good resemblance. "Captures my good side," he remarks. "Why don't you tell your BOSS that he owes us tribute. He and his pretty little family might have skipped town, but he has an awful lot of pretty witches at that nail salon, would hate to see anything happen to them."

Blut smirked as he took out his crossbow to fire it into his knee from behind the bar. With the chaos energy it had been embued in it should shoot right through the wooden bar considering it was able to shoot through solid steel. "Because we can get you to do that you see the way things work aren't gonna be the way you want it to work." Blut explained as his illusion started to break appart with no threat of witnesses his showed his black assassins garb the hood covering his head in shadows as he got up to grab the mans head by the hair. "You see if you try to mess with them you get a visit from me and visits from me end up with one of us walking away." He spoke with his same calm and stoic demenor showing no malice not even sounding like he was trying to be scary but just cold and calm. After Blut explained that he would smash the mans head into the table to knock him unconcious.

Carl feels a sharp pain, and doubles over to grasp his knee, hurling expletives at the man. A numbness is spreading through his leg, and blood is pooling on the floor. He can hardly hear the words that Blut's saying. "You'll pay for this, you..." his face is red as he shouts, though he never gets to complete the thought, because Blut's bounced his head off the bar, and everything goes black.

Blut grabbed the man sowing the wound closed with mana treads as he mopped up the blood. Before disposeing of evidence Blut searched the man for any weapons and his keys to step outside and lock the bar. Blut burned the mop and the blood outside as he put back on his detective illusion whilst holding the man in a bridal style. He cast a illusion on him to make him look like a woman as he started to carry him to the designated meeting area. They looked like a avarage couple that was just returning from a date.

Carl is like a ragdoll as he's transported by Blut to the vacant property. Along the way, some citizens on their night time strolls kindly inquire with Blut about his female companion, expressing concern that she appears to be unconscious. Ordinarily that would be rather alarming, a man making off with an unconscious woman in the night. However, they are reassured by Blut's guard's uniform, and accept his explanations for what is transpiring.

The Vacant House

Blut smiled and explained in a rather cheery and happy manner that he was just takeing his beloved home and that she was simply tired and had a bit much to drink as he waved them off. Blut entered the special key for the vacated house. It was looking better than what it once was but still noone lived in it once he was inside he locked the door before takeing the man to the liveing room. He chucked the body on the floor undoing his threading to unseal the wound causeing blood to gush out once again. Blut made a bird call in which to alert Hudson he was there with the target.

Hudson is at the nail salon when the signal reaches him. There are some benefits to being a werewolf, enhanced hearing, when he bothers to tap into it, is one of them. It helps that the house isn't all that far, and he's kept the window open and been waiting for this signal ever since he and Blut came to this agreement. He takes the baseball bat he keeps upstairs for this express purpose and, putting it into his coat, excuses himself from the front. He makes his way to the vacant property, and even though the street is deserted and it's dark to provide cover enough, he walks around it to enter from the back door, which he locks after him. The house never quite had a chance to recover from the earthquake, and it creaks and moans with the wind that's picking. "You got him?" says Hudson, joining Blut in the living area. Bat in hand, he circles the unconscious man before squatting in front of him, just out of range of the growing puddle of blood. It's the face he remembers, and, satisfied, Hudson straightens to look at Blut. "It's the guy. I just realized he's gonna make a lot of noise," he says, as if it were inconvenient.

Blut sighed as he clicked his fingers createing a zone around the three. Blut took a glass from his pocket as he threw and caught it three times in on hand. On the fourth throw he dashed it against the wall in the other room. One might expect to hear a smashing or atleast the sound of impact when the glass shattered but no there was silence. "I've made a mute circle no sound gets in no sound gets out do as you will." Blut explained sitting down on the floor in front of the pair waiting for his pay.

Hudson steps a couple yards' distance from Blut and the unconscious man, using the space as a batter's box to test out his swing. No need to make sure the guy stays knocked out, then, Blut apparently has a solution for everything. Hudson pauses in his show of athleticism to watch Blut destroy a perfectly good whiskey glass in a demonstration of the newly muted space. "In that case, one sec," Hudson sheds his coat in a corner and moves past Blut into the kitchen to fill a glass there with water, taking his time in returning to the scene. If he didn't occupy them, his hands might shake. How many times has Huds set this scene in motion in his mind's eye, to now get to live it... Squatting before the unconscious man, Hudson dumps the water over his face and slaps him until he comes to, sputtering and cursing and... making no sound. He recognizes Hudson, though, that much is clear, he's directing what must be a stream of inaudible expletives at the alchemist, who pushes himself up with his bat and takes a step back. "Amazing," says Hudson, although that too is muted, there's only the movement of his lips. He backs up further, watching the man jerk about ineffectively, his movements leaving a slimy trail of blood. It seems that Carl is sensing that there's only one outcome here. He's gritting his teeth and pulling himself toward Hudson and Blut with his arms. His face is bloodless now, and he's shouting. If this were a Sopranos episode, right about when Hudson's bat connects with the guy's head is when the soundtrack would come in loud and hard with a pop hit from the 1960's. ("My boyfriend's back, and you're gonna be in trouble, hey laaaaaaa, hey laaaaaaa, my boyfriend's back.........") Carl's head rings like a bell, he's unconscious after the first swing though he takes a number, Hudson doesn't leave it up to chance whether he's put the other guy down. There's blood on his shoes, on the wood floor, on the bat itself, on the wall, on Hudson's tracksuit. ("You're gonna be sorry you were ever born, hey laaaaaaa, hey laaaaaaa.......") The eerie silence makes it easy to go too far. It's only when blood sprays all the way up onto Hudson's Cenril Cubbies hat that he peels away, wiping his face and breathing heavily. Wiping his face on his sleeve, he trades a dark look with Blut before passing into the kitchen. Hudson reemerges moments later dragging out a large tarp and a bucket of water powder (quicklime), the later of which he throws over the body. His lips move in the alchemical word for water. ("I could see him comin', so you better get a runnin', alright now!") He pulls up the tarp.

Blut silently watches the onslaught without even flinching. He remembered the multiple times he had been in that position as Blut clicked his fingers as sound returned to the area. Getting up Blut speaks "now that thats done the pay Hudson" Blut asked as he folded his arms. It was a pain to find and get this man he expects his reward of ten thousand gold. He showed no remorse no regrete. He never offered to help dispose of the body as that didn't come with the job and that would cost extra. Blut tapped his foot as he waited.

Having covered the body, Hudson fetches his coat and digs out a leather satchel of gems, tossing it to Blut. "Ten thousand in gems. If you'd rather it in gold, take to the Office, they'll do the exchange for you," he says, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiping his neck and hands. It gains a slightly reddish cast. He wipes down the bat, too, it doesn't look any cleaner though. "We good?" he asks Blut, nodding at the tarped figure. Taking Blut's answer for the affirmative, he gestures that the other guy leave first, Huds still has to clean up some. Once left alone, Hudson summons an alchemical fire, burning the murder weapon, the hanky, his hat. He puts on his coat and goes out the back, collar up.

Blut nods as he catches the satchel as he starts to leave. "We will stay in touch." Blut answers as he leaves turning into a flock of crows as they fly away. (Bluts just invisible he can't turn into crows.)