2387/Log 2387

Log 2387
Date of Scene:	09 September 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Vampirella, Rainmaker

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Vampirella has posed:
    When Priscilla and Sarah leave the sanitarium on motorcycle, they leave ahead of Vampirella. She needs a moment to arch her back, to hiss against the pain as her skin splits open and new, hollow bones form in her back, leading to the sprouting of massive, chiropteran wings that, once formed, glisten wetly in the moonlight with drops of her blood. When extended, they beat the air heavily, lifting Vampirella off the earth and into the night sky, staying low to avoid being caught in the moonlight, skirting along treetops for cover as best she can without catching her wings on the branches. Fortunately, once she gets up to speed she can glide quite a bit, limiting the amount of disturbance her passage would otherwise cause.
    There's no way to communicate between motorcycle and air, but Vampirella notes with approval as the motorcycle pulls over on the soft shoulder of the two-lane state highway well before the city limits, where trees still grow. "You should wait here with Vampirella," Priss is suggesting to Sarah as Vampirella's wings balloon to give her a soft downward fall to the earth, toes first. "Hide back behind the treeline until I can get to Walmart or something and bring you back some clothes. We don't need anyone getting a lucky photo of your face."

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah grumbles a bit, hunching down more in Priss's jacket. "At least it's sort of warm..." she mutters, then sighs. "Okay...I'll wait here." She perches on a tree just a bit back into the woods, out of sight, before Priss, with a last look at you, almost a warning for what might happen if something is amiss by the time she gets back, gets on her bike and rides in to find something to buy for Sarah.

    Leaving SArah alone with the other woman, who may actually be wearing more than she is, if it werent' for the jacket. Which might be rare. "....so...ah....Vampirella..." she says slowly. "Do you do this a lot?"

Vampirella has posed:
    Despite the way she dresses, Vampirella moves with perfect confidence into the woods. Her steps are light enough that her bootheels leave no imprint in the soil, not that Sarah can probably see that in the moonlight. She doesn't bother climbing a tree to perch in it. "Do I do what?" she asks, reasonably enough.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah mmphs. "Hunt monsters, I guess...or whatever those things were..." she says, reaching up to carefully try to disentangle some of the snarls in her long hair. "I mean...I don't think you just happened along, right? So you were tracking them or something?"

Vampirella has posed:
    "Ah. Yes," Vampirella confirms, nodding without looking up at Sarah (no pantyshots for Vampirella). "I had known of their location in the sickness-prison for some days, but it took many attempts to find their underground lair, and then how to breach it. Their electric fortress was formidable."

Rainmaker has posed:
    "Electric fortress?" Sarah says curiously. "Did you destroy the ones that was at this lair then? Or were they all already...doing that stuff...' she says, her voice quieting. "I mean, all in the asylum..." Now that she's had some time, she can let herself be a bit freaked out remembering it, shuddering , then mmphs hoping down as she floats, the jacket blow up around her briefly before she lands easily on bare feet, so she's back on the same level as you.

Vampirella has posed:
    With no particular thought, Vampirella throws a comforting arm around Sarah's shoulders. Just a reflex. "They often stalk such halls," she answers in her weird, hard to identify accent. "The sickness-prisons hold helpless victims, whose strangeness can be explained away as part of their brain-fevers. It is a ripe hunting ground for such as they."

Rainmaker has posed:
Sarah tenses in suprise, but then slowly relaxes again. "I...see." She swallows. "Are those things rare? Please tell me they're not hanging out in sewers everywhere or something.." She shivers a bit, leaning into you a little. The physical touch is comforting, as much as any body heat for the poor, still damp girl.

Vampirella has posed:
    Vampirella is less warm than most humans, but still, warm enough for this job. "I doubt it. They will travel through their prey's offal to find and hunt, but would not live in it. They would find it degrading."

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah mmms, her dark eye flicking up to you as she considers. "Mm, well...I guess we're safe from them out here, anyway...unless they like living in forests normally." She tilts her head. "Would you mind if we had a fire going? It's a little chilly here."

Vampirella has posed:
    Vampirella scans the foliage, and decides, "We must move much further back from the road to avoid attention. Though perhaps less than I think. Humans are dull of eye and blind of nose." This is offered as a dry fact, with no apparent criticism in her tone. "Can you see enough to walk in these woods, or must I carry you?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    The young woman considers, looking at the darkened woods. "...I'd have to fly, and this close to the ground I'd be kicking up debris against you." She frowns a bit, then sighs. "..if you don't mind carrying me, that would be easier. Maybe we can find someplace to make a campsite at a bit farther in, at least.

Vampirella has posed:
    Vampirella nods as if she expected nothing more, and swoops Sarah up into her arms; thin arms, like a fashion model's, but arms that don't quiver or tremble the slightest bit with Sarah's weight. Vampirella is faintly, wryly smirking to herself as she carries Sarah further back into the woods, ducking branches easily and looking for a spot open enough to support a campfire. It's not long before she finds one. "Do you mean to summon fire with your magic?" she asks, with a glance up at the sky to make sure there's room for a lightning strike.

Rainmaker has posed:
    It's impossible not to notice the strength in those arms. "I can produce a small bolt from my hands, if we have some leaves to be tinder and some branches to burn." she says as she shifts against the other woman. "Shouldn't need a full-sized one to do something small like this. If you don't mind helping me gather the materials?"

Vampirella has posed:
    "I will not help. You will sit here and I will gather," Vampirella declares firmly as she sets Sarah down. "You cannot see, and I can." She pauses in walking away, and adds, "I also hear very well. You will be safe while I am gone."
    One montage later, Vampirella has gathered not just twigs and dry leaves for tinder but also dead branches of varying sizes, building up to a pretty decent campfire. She leaves these by Sarah long enough to dig a small firepit in the earth with her hands, which pull the dirt powerfully and easily. With that done, she asks politely, "Do you know how to build the fire, or shall I?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah is sitting crosslegged where she's pulled a circle of rocks together to make a crude firepit, then has been taking the materials as offered as she starts to lean the branches together over the kindling. "I do....been a while since I had to..." she admits, taking her time, before there's a bluish spark that runs down her fingers and leaps into the kindling leaves with a small crackle of electricity, the brief glow from the strike expanding as the leaves catch, starting to burn as she leans in to gently blow against them, until the branches start to catch as well. She sighs in relief. "There...much better..."

Vampirella has posed:
    If Sarah is at 12 o'clock, then Vampirella is at 3, seated back at the edge of the campfire's glow, squinting a tad (if she has to turn her face to the side to talk to Sarah, it's less irritating to her eyes). Her silk gleams liquidly. "So. Do you spend much time in the sickness-prisons, Sarah?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    "Sometimes I wonder if I should..." Sarah say wryly. "It would make more sense than my life up to a few months back." She shakes her head easily. "I wasn't there as a patient, I stopped to use their phone to let Priss known I was running late, and they jacked me once I was inside. I guess they figured I'd make an easy target since I was alone. Didn't have a chance to do anything, they stuck me with a needle and knocked me out. Next thing I knew I was in a cell downstairs in that place."

Vampirella has posed:
    Jacked. Vampirella files this word away for later use. "Bold of them, but it offered them many chances for evil, replacing a woman who could walk free and who was not of the doctor caste." She nods. "I am glad you did not perish, Sarah."

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah notes wryly. "I'm kinda pleased by that too. Though this isn't the first time someone has tried to grab me." she admits, shrugging her shoulders. "And I appreciate you helping Priss save me, and those other poor people." She shivers. "The ones that lived, anyway."

Vampirella has posed:
    Vampirella nods, the gesture visible in the dark mostly by the shine of firelight off her hair. "You are welcome. Saving humanity from the things outside is..." She pauses to consider. "My mission is to hunt, but in my hunting, humanity is saved from their predations. It is a curious thing."

Rainmaker has posed:
    The Amerindian girl says slowly. "So...are you actually a vampire, then? Or just..named as one. You can shift like back at the asylum, and to fly here..." She looks curious, though not fearful necessarily.

Vampirella has posed:
    "Vampires are..." Vampirella considers this. "There are foxes in these woods, and there are dogs in these woods. They are all low to the ground, and furry, and four-legged, and full of sharp teeth. They have tails and claws and they bark, but they are not the same creatures. They do not breed or even mix, and when a fox scents a dog, it flees, for it knows the dog is mightier. Vampires are foxes. I am a dog."

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah ahs. "So you're above a vampire, then..." she says slowly. "Ah..good to know." She shakes her head. "Are there many like you around, then?" She rubs her hands together, leaning towards the fire a bit more as she enjoys the warmth.

Vampirella has posed:
    Vampirella shakes her head again. "No. Only I am me." She realizes belatedly how rude she's been, and asks, "And you, Sarah? Are you a dog among human foxes?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah's eyes twinkle a bit. "Hmm....I suppose so, roughly. I don't know that many would run away from me, but I'm a Genactive. A bit like a mutant, but more directed.' She wiggles her fingers. "Have been since I was 11." She tilts her head. "That's the way it works for a Genactive, we don't really come into our powers until we start puberty, and it's not always clear what type of ability we'll have."

Vampirella has posed:
    "I imagine one could say that on nearly any topic about children," Vampirella muses.

Rainmaker has posed:
    "Most children don't develop the power to control the weather when they hit puberty, it's more strange dreams and hair in odd places." she says ruefully. "Ah, at least for humans." She smiles a bit. "So....are you from around here, then? Your accent is odd. Are you from Europe, maybe?" she says curiously.

Vampirella has posed:
    Vampirella's accent is -mostly- American but just... off, somehow. Like a Dane who's almost assimilated, maybe. "I am from here, now," she explains with a brusque shrug she has time to regret, adding more gently, "I cannot return home. This is my life, and I will stay until I have killed all the outside creatures or I have died. My death is the likelier, so my home is no longer relevant. Are you from Europe?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah laughs softly. "No...no, not from Europe. I'm Apache...from Arizona, originally, on the Western Apache reservation there." she explains. She frowns a bit. "...were you...exiled to here, then? To hunt these things down?" She tilts her head slightly. "Or is it just you need to do this before you feel you can go back and it's more voluntary?"

Vampirella has posed:
    "I chose to follow the mission," Vampirella explains cautiously, then decides more detail can't hurt and might help, if it spreads to the right ears. "Mother Lilith, in her wrath at being cast out of Eden, found her way to the outer darkness and there birthed many abominations to send to Earth, to plague the sheep-god's world in revenge. In time, she came to repent of her actions, and took me as her daughter that I might finish the evil she had done. I will do this for my mother."

Rainmaker has posed:
    There's a long pauses, before Sarah say slowly. "Your mother is...Lilith. The Biblical Lilith. With the Nephilim and everything. And she sent you here to hunt them down." A few months back, this would have been hard to swallow. Since then, she's met a storm spirit and a clutch of dopplegangers who were going to vivisect her. She's a bit more open minded about the supernatural at this point.

Vampirella has posed:
    "I don't know your Bible except from what Lilith told me of it. The record it holds does not match her memory of events; she does not know the Nephilim." Vampirella shrugs. "Her history diverges from yours, and the gulf between them is as vast as it is inconsequential. The present lies before us no matter what shape we imagine the past takes."

Rainmaker has posed:
    "Huh. Well....that makes sense. Myths grow out of real events, however distorted." SArah admits thoughfully. "So these...creatures are all over then? All over the planet? That's a lot for one person to deal with..."

Vampirella has posed:
    "In the dark places, they scheme and they cozen, and perhaps they breed enough to replace the number they lost scheming and cozening or perhaps they do not. Sarah, I tell you these things are not beasts with their ability to form families and love; and they are not demons with their singular mind. They are monsters, and they are mad. They can make no great plans, nor summon great armies. Little mischief and sorrow is all they can do, and that is not comfort to the dead but perhaps the living can accept it."

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah frowns quietly. "...sound like skinwalkers, almost." she murmurs. "Well...you did us a good turn. Maybe we can help you out back sometime then? I mean, if you can use it. I can't speak for Priss, but I'd be willing to help, I owe you for what you did."

Vampirella has posed:
    "Thank you, Sarah. But perhaps you could repay me another way."
    Do you have the time to wonder what payment a vampire would ask of you, as she sits in the darkness outside the light of your fire?
    "Perhaps you could tell me instead about yourself and your life. I would know your world better."

Rainmaker has posed:
    The other woman blinks. "M-me? Ah..." She hesistates, frowning slightly. "How far back would you like me to start?" she says after a moment. Because...really, she can't see this woman talking to Project Genesis anytime soon. Unless it's to rip them in half.

Vampirella has posed:
    "What would you tell me of yourself?" Vampirella asks in return, reasonably. "Who is Sarah? What makes her Sarah? What is Sarah that others are not?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah watches the other woman thoughfully for a moment, then says slowly. "I should...explain what a Genactive is then, I suppose." She pokes at the fire a bit. "Ah...a mutant, they have something called an X-Gene. It's the part of human DNA that allows for mutants to develop their powers, and it usually mutates randomly." She tilts her head. "I'm the end of thirteen generations of a project to artificially stimulate that gene...to force someone to develop a power." She smirks. "....there's about a...what, 2% success rate? Otherwise, you die. You go insane. Or your body can't take the strain of your power and it rips you apart when it goes out of control, or you have to be put down to stop you. UP through Gen12, anyway. That was the first type a significant portion of the people affected survived."

Vampirella has posed:
    "I see," Vampirella observes, nodding. "So Sarah is her power, and the legacy of death that caused it?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah smiles softly, a bit bitterly. "One way of looking at it. The last generation, my parents' generation, they were soldiers. Heroes, even. Mine...they just stole us from them and tried to make us killers. Or experiments." She shrugs. "I and some of my friends escaped from where they had us imprisoned, and we've been running since then, staying quiet. We don't know how powerful they are, or how much influence they have with our government. Even why they wanted us...one of my friends thinks we weren't even supposed to be warriors...just...playthings." She shivers a bit. "But I am my own power."

Vampirella has posed:
    Vampirella nods along slowly. "Then, if you were made to be a killer or experiment or plaything, but have chosen not to be those things, then what are you?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah smiles a bit. "That is a good question. I don't know yet, I think. Before I was discovered and the first time they tried to take me...I wanted to help my people. Bring the rain when needed, lessen storms...help their crops grow and their animals to thrive. Now..." She shakes her head. "...It's hard to get past hiding to act again. I try to do things to help....to speak out for causes as an activist, to volunteer to help when I can. But..." She raises her hands a bit. "...I don' tknow what I want to do yet. I feel like I should do more...but I'm not sure how. Maybe..." She frowns. "Maybe I just need more people who feel like I do...who could help with things like this. These...monsters or....criminals or....whatever. Things that the big capes don't always notice...or won't deal with like they have to be dealth with..."

Vampirella has posed:
    Vampirella nods. "So your world is one where you are afraid to offer help, and you don't know how to offer help, and your peers don't offer the help people need?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    The other woman actually ponders that for a moment. "I know what I would like to help. I don't feel I"m one of the heroes on the news, but I want to make a difference. I've been afraid to do so more for others than myself....that I'd draw those chasing me down on friends or people I'm trying to help." She frowns. "But...if tonight has taught me anything..." She looks down at her hands, flexing her fingers. "...it's that there are people who could die because I don't help. It seems more cowardly to not do something...even if it puts me at risk. There are people I could help. There are people I know of like ME I could help....even if it's just to help give them people they can count on to help them if they're in trouble."

Vampirella has posed:
    Vampirella stands suddenly and walks over to you. "Help me bury this fire. I hear Priscilla returning." Sarah doesn't hear her, but either way, Vampirella is shoveling dirt onto the fire with her hands, and once the glow is buried, she collects Sarah in her arms again and walks briskly back to the side of the road. "Do you live in this city, Sarah?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    "Yes...I'll give you the address." She pauses. "...if you needed a place to stay, actually...where I live is nondescript. People don't ask questions there, and Priss live sin the same building." She helps to put out the fire, then stands, her eyes glimmering in the faint light. "But....we can talk about that when we get back. Let's go meet Priss?"