RP:Returning To The Scene In Frostmaw

Part of the Hour of Wolves Arc

Part of the The Dust Up In Cenril Arc

Summary: Hudson and Blut meet at that strange popup warehouse club where Hudson, Meri, and Lionel almost got killed that one time looking into red dirt. The two men make use of their abilities to knock out and disguise themselves as two guards so they can steal some records that might corroborate Hudson's hunch that the Larket mob's behind the stuff.

Da Club

Hudson has asked Blut to meet him here, on the outskirts of Frostmaw, near a large structure that appears to be unusually quiet. Likely guarded by magic, noise-cancelling spells. Hudson is crushing out an herbal cigarette as the other man shows up. "Here's the deal, man," he says, leveling his gaze on the other man, "I wanna know who's in charge of this place. It's a club, but right now it's closed. I'm feeling a bit HAM if you will, there's a patrol of two guys that comes around every ten minutes or so. I say we knock 'me out and play dress up."

Blut walked over to hudson his hands in his pocket. He was dressed in his black cloak with a regular leather armour makeing him look like a poor mercenary. Blut leveled his eyes on the man as he sighed listening to Hudsons request. "You want a new face or just a disguise." Blut offered as he crossed his arms "but in all seriousness whats so special about this place that we need to go covert to infiltrate it." Blut asked curiosity in his voice.

Hudson hadn't even contemplated getting a new face, and he bug eyes at his companion. Blut, trusted fixer, has really come forward with a novel proposition. "Will I... get my old face back after?" He wants to know. "My wife might not like if I suddenly have a new one." He scratches at his stubble. Yes, she might even miss his lazy man's beard. He nods in the direction of the building. "I think it's owned by some Larket mobsters but I want to hear it from them," he explains. He puts his hands in the pocket of his wool coat. "It's sort of... a hub related to this red dirt trade, and I was here the other night with some people and it got ugly. We found a clue that suggests Larket mob... you remember that guy we put down in the house? Well, supposedly we're best of friends now, as you know, except those guys told me they weren't in this business, though. Not very trustworthy friends, I'm thinking."

Blut chuckled "relax its just a illusion its how I can constantly shift my identity." Blut explained shifting his face a few times before returning to his masked face he smirked under it. "To think there were seeds from Larket here in Frostmaw. You know if word of this reaches the ears of the residents you could be the cause of a war between the two citys. Tensions still high especially after the last attack. You sure you don't want me and my men to deal with this." Blut questioned looking around as he looked around for signs of others.

Hudson purses his lips, shakes his head. "Nah, don't deal with it yet, I want to cut it off at the root so we gotta build our case and wait. We do anything drastic right here, we blow our chance of that and it escalates into a war like you say. This should be handled between our organizations, not involve government or civilians," he says, nodding at two men who are approaching slowly, circling around the premises. "Let's get these guys, I call the guy on the left's face." He smiles broadly and holds up his hand at the men, signaling for them to approach.

Blut chuckled once again as he walked behind Hudson turning invisible makeing it seem like he teleported "Then I will be awaiting your signal." Blut declares quitely as his circled around Hudson and settled into a position ready to pounce and knock a man unconcious should the need arise.

Hudson wonders if these guys are gonna notice that Blut literally just vanished, it's a little unsettling. "When I say 'kraken,'" says Huds, under his breath, so that the men won't hear. Maybe they won't have noticed Blut's disappearance, though, they're just glancing at him now, and approaching, their hands at their belts, likely weapons there. "Hey there, fellas," Hudson smiles pleasantly, uses his host of the party voice. "I was walking by a few minutes ago, wanted to let you guys know about a disturbance I saw on your property," he's saying. "What was the disturbance?" One of the men wants to know. Ah, and so Hudson has bought some goodwill! He begins to describe a shady character who had placed an object in the alley by the building. "I'll show you," he says, directing them all to walk in that direction. He hopes Blut's invisibility extends to avoiding snow crunching noises. The men congregate in the shadow of the alleyway, and Hudson indicates a gutter overhead. "Careful in taking it down, it could be a bomb and you don't want to release the kraken," he says.

Blut dashed through the snow without a sound. With increadible speed more compareable to a elf than to a human as he swings a kick at the man on the right straight at his head and with the momentum from the kick he aims a punch at the mans jaw. His foot crunches down on the snow as his fist rocks forward. If the hits connect then a loud sound would be heard like a man blowing back a punching bag and the two men should on the ground unconcious but alive.

Hudson appreciates Blut, is impressed by this near instant KO. He looks at his favorite fixer, nods as if to silently convey how impressed he is. "Time to play dress up," he comments, kneeling beside one of the men to manipulate his unconscious form to peel off his coat, since it appears to be part of a standard issue uniform. The guy's name, Jim, is sewn onto the pocket. Presumably Blut is doing the same thing or has some clever Blut hack. In any event, Hudson dons the man's coat, which is reasonably toasty, being that its the second one he's wearing. "Alright, let's get their faces," he tells Blut. "Then we go in there. There's gotta be an office so we find that and figure out what we can."

Blut clicks his fingers as the second mans body appears over Bluts kneeling form. Blut summons a illusionary mirror so Hudson can see his new face. "This mans name is Jamason if you would like we could interrogate them. My methods tend to be very persuasive." Blut bargened takeing out a dagger "also do we need these men alive or dead." Blut asked still knelling over the unconcious men.

Hudson checks himself out, decides he was better looking before but is dutifully impressed all the same. "Awww yea, ginger beard," he feels his face, and then glances at his companion, Blut d/b/a Jamason. Huds hadn't come into this thinking folks needed to be put down, but Huds doesn't want them talking either. He doesn't want bodies, though. He opens his two coats - definitely going to pit out if they head inside - and pats around his person for a rubber-stopped vial and needle. "Nah, I'm feeling kind, right now, let's just forget about it," he says, filling the needle before kneeling beside both men to inject them. It's some high grade recent memory wiping stuff, and Huds tosses it and the needle into a nearby shrubbery. "Good luck remembering today, fellas," he says to the now coatless men, slumped against the wall of the building. Maybe they'll die of exposure but that's not really Huds' problem right now either. He needs to get home for dinner or Alvina will have his head. He nods to a door that's adjacent to them, some ways down the alley. "Jamason, let's do this," he says.

Blut sighed as he walked a little behind Jim "very well then lets go Jim" Hudson might have noticed but even his voice had changed to match the voice of his stolen identity. Blut was very meticulous with the details as he put his hands in his pocket. He gave a small tisk of disapointment but he knows better than to directly disobay a client. A small vunrability was revealed about Hudson today so he couldn't complain as a small smirk works its way to his face.

Hudson tries to pry open the door. It's locked, but he's got a key in his pocket. Well, Jim's pocket. Thanks, Jim. Inside, it's dark, illuminated along the walls with a few oil burning lamps. As Hudson remembers it, that night with Meri and Lionel. There are some other men in similar garb inside, who nod at them as they pass. Their coworkers. Well, Jim and Jamason's coworkers. It's not exactly a maze in this back area of the establishment. Without the chaos caused by people literally attacking them, they find the office area easily. "I got the desk, check that end table," says Hudson, directing Blut to look by a sofa, in a small console table. Inside is a date book. For Hudson's part, the desk is a gold mine: he takes what appears to be a ledger and slides it into his coat. "You got anything else, because I'm thinking this is good. Let's go."

Blut obayed as he skimed his hand under the table. Quickly finding a drawer he looks around to ensure that eyes weren't focused on him. When he was sure it was clear he would open the drawer to take the book and quickly close it without a sound. Blut nodded at Hudson when asked as he started walking towards the exit.

Hudson had honestly expected this to be harder. Being able to swipe people's faces is everything, it turns out. They make their way back outside without incident. "Money to the usual place," says Hudson, dumping his borrowed coat on its former owner. He holds out his hand for the goods Blut's picked up. "I'll have that, and my face back, bro."

Blut took the book out of his pocket and Handed it to Hudson and clicked his fingers. "That's the illusion dispelled be sure to keep me informed. " Blut mentioned as he turned to walk away retaining Jamasons form.