The Crimson Tryst

[Cracked View]

To say that the Crimson Tryst was the place to be come sundown was completely an understatement. The lines were already stretching around the corner, including the exclusive V.I.P section. Celebs, wannabes, and all out party-goers were in attendance. The bass from the music was so loud inside that one could feel it vibrating with a touch to the wall. Jara was actually quite impressed ...

On me world, there was nuthin' o' the likes o' this, 'cept in Hollywood. Evie an' I did nae hav' any problem fittin' in wit th' crowd. Speaking o' which, th' girl showed me somethin' getting a tat an' a piercing today! I cannae wait to be seein' Steele's face! Girlie is comin' out of her shell, an' ye kno' wha' they say about the quiet ones!

Well, it was time to find out if McKellah had the pull to be gettin' us inside, or he was just another typical male who was all talk. I did got his number, but tha's another story! Per his instructions, we walked right up to the front o' the line, earnin' some cat calls an' snobby stares from those that were waiting for like *forever* to get inside, an' may not even then. Yeah, I was lovin' it. The bouncer McKellah spoke of was there, an' before the big bloke could order us to th' back o' the line, we flashed him the cards. The bugger got this goofy grin on his face after looking us over, but we got to go in, so no harm, no foul.


Eve had been more comfortable at the tattoo parlor than even being outside the Crimson Tryst. She'd never even been to a club before, but had a relatively good idea of what to expect - on one front, at least. Noise. She wasn't disappointed in the rib-vibrating level of bass that managed to leak out of the building. She stuck close to Jara as they strutted to the front of the line to show the cards to the bouncer, but it was all she could do to keep from fidgeting. The miniskirt didn't even have pockets, so she had to content herself with propping her hands on her hips, tapping a fingertip in idle fashion.

Spreaking of fashion ...*How* she'd let Jara talk her into going the extra mile and getting the belly-button piercing on top of her ears *and* the tribal butterfly on her back was beyond her. She still didn't quite know how that one happened, but each and every one burned or stung to some degree, but none so badly as to be a distraction. "Wow. He was good on his word." She nudged Jara in the side with her elbow and gave her a coy grin. "Don't forget to call him to say 'thank you.'" Nevermind that they were doing him a favor in return and flashing his work around. Nice to have something to pick at Jara about, for a change!


Evie was goin' to find out one thing about me: I don' rattle easily. Now her, on the other hand? It's more about findin' th' right button to push, an' when to push it. She's quickly becomin' my best bud, so it's all fun.

Grabbing Evie by the arm, my eyes about doubled in size at the place. It was bloody *huge* inside! "Welcome to the Crimson Tryst, ladies. First time here?" Oh. My. Gawd! Level five beefcake alert! That tan *had* to be sprayed on! The bugger was at least 6'7" an' 325 lbs of no fat muscle ... Wearin' nothin more that a loin cloth! *Yummy!* Then it's all about picking out the little things, like when Mr. McDreamy spoke to us, he was only addressing me, like Evie had been here before. Seconds later, I found out me theory was right. The greeter flashed a huge smile at Evie and passed her a card. That loin cloth had no pockets, so I'm not even askin'
*where* he pulled that out from! "Didn't expect to see you here again this soon, and with a friend, no less. Guess you weren't kidding about next time, huh? I'll catch you on my first break, babe. Nice meeting you as well. Tell Kira that your drinks are on me." An' wit' tha' McButtocks was making his way back into the crowd, but not before givin' Evie a good grope on her backside!


How Eve managed to keep a straight face, she'd never know. She gave the man a curious look, left brow just slightly arched, before realizing he was mostly speaking to Jara. He recognized her!

...And if she'd doubted it in the slightest, he confirmed it when he groped her rear! Eve had to bite the inside of her lip to keep from making any noise, or turning around and giving him a good kick right in the loincloth!

She looked at Jara, then gave a little shake of her head, cheeks just slightly warm. "Not. One. Word." Oh yeah, she knew the other woman would have *something* to say. Jara never let her down in that way! But this night was going to be insanity, wasn't it?


She was right. Not *one* word, but bloody several! "C'mon, Miss Popular. Least we kno' yer twin has been makin' the rounds here!" Mental note: I'm comin' back here when we are nae workin'! Be as it may, one o' the male eye candy knew Evie - Or thought he did. Tha' was good. We can work on iffin' she was here tha' night the poor bugger was killed. But nothin' could prepare me for wha' happened next. Nothin'! It seems that McKellah wasn't tootin' his own horn when it came to his ink. Several people came up to us while we were at th' bar, checking out his latest work; or using tha' as an excuse to check us out.

Did I mention they had dancers all around us, inside cages? Male an' female. Some by themselves, others together. There was a girl tha' was dressed like a cat that was dancin' in a cage right near the bar, an' she saw Evie. "Hey girl! Didn't expect you this soon! So, you still going to dance with me inside the cage?"

I jus' about spit out me drink on tha' one, slowly looking over at Evie, an' trying me hardest to keep a straight face!


She had a drink in hand, but hadn't even taken a sip of it yet; it was mostly for show, as she didn't really want her judgement to be clouded by alcohol. She'd been leaning there, eyeing the crowd absently, when the cat-dressed dancer caught her attention - by speaking to her. Eve blinked at her, glanced around as if hoping she was actually talking to Jara, then looked back to her. "Oh, heeey. Um ... did I promise you that?" Pleeeeease say no.

Strangely, as Eve was giving the woman a closer look, what she'd *thought* was a costume didn't quite look like it anymore; she couldn't spot the seam or zipper, and the tail flicked, ears perking and moving slightly, independent of one another. That *had* to be some kind of really clever trick to the costuming...didn't it?

Even wit' all th' loud music, I could have sworn tha' girl purred at Evie. "Tease. Well if you change your mind, I'm here all night." Holy shyte! She purred again!

That's when I noticed Evie was lookin' at her all funny - or mebbe it was because o' all the fancy lights. I nudged her. (w) "Wha' ye lookin' at? Ye thinking o' goin' in the cage wit' her? An' me without my camera!"


Flashing a brief smile at the girl, Eve quickly turned back to Jara. Her fingers had tightened on her glass just a little. "If that's a costume, it's a really good one." She leaned in close to say the words, making sure to keep it between the two of them. "No, I'm not really thinking about getting in there. Don't get me wrong; I love to dance, but I like it with the guys better. Makes me wonder if 'Pornstar' X is swinging both ways." A deep breath and Eve glanced around - making sure to look the *opposite* way of the girl in the cage!


Was she wavin' at me now? I shrugged and waved back, tryin' to see what Evie was talkin about. I wasn't too subtle about it, because the girl just smiled. "It's all real. Just ask her!" Dehm if I didn't spit out me drink again!

So, her twin was known here. Tha' would give her folks to vouch for her wherabouts. I leaned in to Evie again, pretendin' to sip me drink while talking to her. "Well, I guess it'll be easy for ye to be getting some information, hmm?" Ye ever get tha' feelin' when someone is staring a hole right through ye? Well, there was some bloke an' his girl doin' tha' to Evie. Couple of Goth freaks by th' looks o' em. I just kept sippin' me drink, an' kept 'an eye out.


"Yeah, but have you ever seen the ears on a *costume* move like that?" Just a bit *too* realistic for her. The odd urge to get in the cage and pull on one of them had struck her, though. Eve even found herself glancing back at the cat-in-the-cage, nibbling a glossed lip as she considered it.

...Nah. Might not go over too well, and she wasn't sure she *really* wanted to know if it was attached or not. Daemons was one things; catgirls was another. Eve rolled her shoulders as a chill slipped down her spine, a tingle across the back of her neck. "Information? That comes with knowing the right questions to ask, Jara. Kind of weird for me to ask about the last time I was he--" As soon as her eyes lighted on the pair, her voice caught. She recognized those two; hard not too! Letting her gaze linger for just a moment, she continued her glance over the club, pausing here and there as if to study someone or something. She leaned in close to Jara again then, and took a mock-sip of her drink. "I've seen the two giving us the evil eye before. Had a run in with them at the Coffee Shop, the day Steele showed up." ...And again when reality altered, but that time hadn't seemed nearly as bad as the first.


(m) "Are they Daemons?" Bloody great, because if they were, things were goin' to get a wee bit complicated. An' jus' like tha'? They whispered something to each other, an' took off fer the exit. Shyte! I leaned in to Evie again. "Guess we better be watching our backs when we be leavin th' club, hmm?"

An' right about then I heard one o' the bar tenders say: "Yeah, we get those Goths in, more often than not. They usually frequent the Obsidian just down the street and come here when they're trying to take some of our business. You think they have something to do with that guy being killed, Steele?"

Whoa. Wait. Stop the bleedin' presses! Did he jus' say Steele? What th' fuck? I gave Evie a look, not knowing if she'd heard the same thing. Me eyes moved quickly to the spot where the tender was talkin'. The 'Steele' in question had his back turned to us, but was dressed in all black. I cocked me head to one side, a little befuddled.


"Hard to say. The first time --" Her attention had been caught by one of the bartenders then, with the name he said. Steele? Eve blinked and looked at Jara in question, and knew that she'd heard the same thing. Leaving her drink on bar, Eve looked at Jara and inclined her head toward the black-clad man, arching a brow. She *had* to have a look!


Yuppers, she heard it too. I was stayin' out of this one, but would be watchin' Evie's back jus' in case the Goth Duo decided to return. This night jus' kept getting better an' better!

Well, the bloke turned around, an' he sort o' looked like Tohmaz, but it wasn't him. He knew the tender by the looks o' it, an' dehm if he did nae hav' tha' same smirk on his face! I looked at him, then back at Evie.

"I'm not sure if they had anything to do with it, personally. It would be too easy to pin it on them, just by how they look and act in society's inner circle, you know. But it never hurts to check. Damn man, this club is jumpin'! Never thought the Crimson Scarf would be replaced, but color me wrong, heh?" Nodding his head to the beat of the music, the figure in black seemed to be enjoying himself.


There was a resemblance, but he definately wasn't Tohmaz - or even Arion. Wait ... hadn't Arion mentioned another Steele, once or twice before? She turned a little to say something to Jara, then realized ... Jara wasn't standing behind her. No, Jara was still at the bar! Eve sighed quietly, wishing she hadn't just walked into this one. She could just as easily have turned and went back, but this was too odd to pass up. She threw a near-helpless look back at Jara, wide-eyed, and shrugged. When she opened her mouth to speak, she wasn't even sure what would come out - let alone if itwould sound lucid or not. "Ah...Hi. Just out of curiosity ... do you have a brother?" Oh, but that sounded like *the* weirded, worst pickup line in the world! She winced internally at that one.


"Let me guess: Because you have a friend?" He looked back over at Jara, then her. "Now that has to be one of the most interesting pick up lines I've heard in sometime." He finished his drink and set the glass down, before looking over to where the Goth couple had been. Making a mental note of it, he looking back at Eve, taking notice of the fresh ink. "I see McKellah's gotten himself some new living canvas. Looks good. I like the eyes. And to answer your question, yes, I have a brother. Two in fact. Triplets." Granted he didn't know her, but it made for conversation. A glance over his shoulder at the tender, and he nodded his head for a refill, then looked back at the girl in front of him. "Can I assume that was not a pick up line?"


"No, no ... I mean, yeah, she's my friend, but that ... that's not why I ask. You and a ... friend of mine really favor one another." Eve shrugged, clasping her hands together behind her back. It kept her from fidgeting. "And if heard right, you share the name Steele." A slight cant of her head. "The two wouldn't happen to be Arion and Tohmaz or Argus, would they?" Truth told? She didn't have a clue where she was going with this, and wasn't even sure she should have been asking.


The near trademark arch of his eyebrow would tell Eve all she needed to know. He was already sizing her up, getting a good vivid mental picture of the girl. Height. Weight. Hair color. "What do you want?" His look was now serious, cautious. "Don't know you, kiddo, so I'm not saying anything else until I get a name." It was spooky how this Steele had the combined qualities of both brothers!

Jara had continued watching the situation, and seeing no apparent danger, she decided to chat with the dancer in the cage. Be in the know. Get some info. Throwing her a friggin' bone here!


She had to smile, even give her head a little shake. "I'm Eve Lizt, and she's Jara Rico. I can definitely see the family resemblance here. I've met Arion a couple of times, and I'm friends with Tohmaz. I've even had a run-in or two with the pair you were watching, though the second was much more benign that the first." Dropping her hands at her sides, she'd glance back to the spot vacated by the Goth pair. "Honestly, I don't really even know *why* I came over - aside from hearing the last name, that is. Maybe the resemblance. Maybe because ... I don't know, it just seems like an odd place to cross ways with you." Her brows drew together for a just a moment as she
watched Jara go talk to the caged cat-dancer. She did think it funny to find him there when she was supposed to be gathering information about Eve X. The young woman even took a step back, as if she were turning to go on her way.


"So, how do you know of my brothers? And I'm going to assume Argus is the one calling himself ... Tohmaz is it now? I'm Devantious, by the way." At least he'd lowered his guard somewhat, and offered the girl a small smile. "I frequent here a lot when I'm not on active duty. Sort of as a favor for the owner of the place." That's all he'd say on that particular matter. He was more interested in knowing more about Argus ... Tohmaz.

And Jara? She and the dancer were chatting it up quite a bit, to the point where Eve would see the both of them giving her glances at random times, before talking again. Devantious did make a note to himself about what this Eve said about the Goth pair.


"Yeah, that's what he's calling himself now. I met him as Argus, then reality was tampered with, and he became Tohmaz. When everything ... ah ... reset, he was calling himself Tohmaz Argus." She shrugged and breathed a little sigh. "He pulled my ass out of the fire more than couple of times - the first time it was actually *from* that pair. They were Daemons then, but I can't ... I can't say for sure now." A soft shake of her head, glancing toward Jara. "I met Arion when reality was skewed because of the Daemon Lord Cromwell. He...filled me in on a lot of things." Such as the Walkers. "I'm not really sure that Tohmaz remembers either of you." Her tone was idle on that one, though she was actually trying to remember if she'd asked Tohmaz about them - again.

[Cracked View]

Devantious weighed what was being said to him as he studied the girl telling him this. Her eyes, her body language, the tone of her voice. Folding his arms across his chest, Dev quietly waited until the girl was finished, or at least stopped long enough to get a reaction out of him. "You know you're taking a big chance telling me all of this, right? Anyone in their right mind would be calling the police, and/or giving you a serious wide berth after hearing all of that." He nodded slowly as he spoke. "Luckily for you, I believe every word you just said. Let's find a booth and chat more."

Leaning back against the bar, Dev ordered himself a drink and glanced back at the girl to see if she wanted anything. If so, it was ordered and paid for, and he went over to a reserved booth in the V.I.P. section. At least that in itself was a positive side, for not one time during her explanation, or even after did he give her that *look* that she would normally expect from someone that didn't know her. He even let her get settled before continuing where they left off.


"Oh, wow, the possibility of the 'crazy look.'" Eve clucked her tongue softly, but a smile was quirking the corners of her mouth. "Trust me, I get that one a lot, and I don't exactly run with a sane bunch." Naturally, she threw a glance Jara's way at that point. "It was a chance, yeah, but everyone I've met with your last name has understood things on a ... different level than everyone else."

Even if she hadn't known his ties to Tohmaz, it would have been unmistakable; his actions and mannerisms reminded her a lot of Tohmaz. She didn't order anything heavier than a soda, and she wasn't very disappointed when it came to taking a seat. Too bad it didn't cut back on the noise too much, though. She'd thrown Jara another glance to see what kind of progress she might have been making with the cat-girl first; just *had* to see if she was in the cage yet!


And in the cage Jara Rico was, dancing very provocatively with the cat-girl much to the delight of any patron within viewing distance. Dev even gave the sight a few seconds of his attention before smiling slightly. "It looks like Valeria has snared another one into dancing inside the cage. Jyoti knew what she was doing in hiring her on the spot." Sipping his drink slowly, Dev redirected his gaze at her. "Jara Rico? Now there's a kick in the head. I know a Jared Van Rico, myself. Not as ... carefree as his female counterpart there. So, what is it that you, her and Arg - Tohmaz do, again?" Those dark eyes locked onto hers, showing 100% keen interest in whatever she had to say.


"There's also a Jared Rico here. Van Rico, old school pirate-ish guy? Yeah, I met him, too. I don't think *anyone* is quite as carefree as she is." Or just outright crazy. Her brows drew together briefly as she considered that one, followed with a little shake of her head. "Paranormal investigations. At the moment, information collecting, looking for signs of Daemons. Things just don't quite...sit right. I mean, there was this whole thing where reality was shaken up and realigned and such, and only a few of us remember it." Her lips curved into a smile, but it was thoughtful, her silver-lined eyes focusing absently on some distant point for a moment before blinking it away and looking back at Dev. "I think none of us can just quite believe that this place is free of an ... infestation. Too much weirdness." Beyond the norm, that was.


"This club didn't exist several months ago. There was another in it's place called the Crimson Scarf. One of a kind club. Fetish club. Then one night, the owner starts acting weird and the very building itself closed off, trapping a lot of folks inside, as well keeping everyone else out." By the time he was done telling that particular tale, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if Eve wasn't even more wide eyed than what she normally was. "Even before that happened, things were getting pretty strange. Folks
not remembering Argus. At all. It was like he never existed. Arion did, but he vanished. Nice to see he's doing alright. Here I thought things were finally settling down,
but in walked you and Jara." He flashed a bemused grin right then. "Wait ... Did you say Paranormal?"

And Jara? Well, a roar from the crowd spoke volumes. The DJ was seriously mixing some tunes to keep the pair inside the cage dancing, which may or may not have presented a possible problem for Eve. Jara had taken off the first layer of her clothing, and was dancing in her underwear! Eve would have a perfect view of this, right over Dev's left shoulder!


"Yeah, paranormal, which is how I got involved in all of this to start with." Eve shrugged and took a sip off the soda, and tried to keep her gaze focused squarely on Dev. Yep, trying *really* hard not to look over his shoulder at what Jara was up to over there...

It reached the point where she couldn't do it anymore, and sighed. "Um, I need to go get Jara, seeing how she's trying to get naked over there." The scary part was that Eve wasn't sure if the cat-girl was influencing Jara somehow on that one or not!


"No problem. I'll be right here." He tried not to smile right then, and it worked for all of about twenty seconds. Dev shifted in the booth slightly to watch the events unfold.

Jara was one with the music, and the growing crowd was urging she and Valeria on. The cat-girl drew her close and reached around Jara to unclasp her bra. That action alone sent the crowd into a frenzy, and a chant started ...


It was just ... ridiculous. The entire thing struck her as so absolutely insane that Eve even caught herself laughing a little as she got up and made a dash for the cage Jara was dancing in. And there, she'd more than half expected herself to be the one wrapped up in something weird like that ...

"Jara!" Chances are that she wouldn't hear or care or comprehend, but Eve thought she'd give it a shot anyway. Getting up to the door, she went to jerk it open and reach inside the for her partner, meaning to drag her out - kicking and screaming, if necessary.


And Eve would instead find herself being pulled into the cage by two sets of hands, and sandwiched between the two girls, which took the whole thing to another level! The crowd was going wild! Eve would also feel nimble fingers at her skirt, and they didn't belong to Jara; she was too busy having *way* too much fun shaking her tush at several close onlookers.


She gave a squawk at being pulled into the cage herself, and with a sudden twist, tried to head for the door again. What had she gotten herself into this time? Eve loved to dance, but she wasn't exactly the stripper type, and with a twist of her torso, she threw an elbow the cat-girl's way. She reached for Jara's face with the other, wanting a clear look at the other woman. "Come *on,* Jara!" This was just gonna get better and better, wasn't it?


Valeria gave Eve a small pout, but she knew when to back off. She *was* part cat! It was *not* a costume! Of course, with Eve breaking up the party, there were a few ... cat calls, but the crowd was pretty good natured about it all.

Jara scooped up her clothing and waved back at Valeria, then followed Eve to the booth. She was still in her underwear. "Bloody kill joy you are, Evie! Tha' was bloody fun!"


"We'll make it up to you later, kitty!" Erm, maybe. Eventually. Eve shrugged, then glared at Jara as they headed for the booth. "Okay, you were up there getting naked, Jara. Suuuuubtle." She made a mental note to bring a camera next time - if there *was* a next time, that was. The cat-girl had creeped her out just a bit though; funny, she'd suspected it was more than a costume, but realizing it actually *was* was something else. "Besides, I would have been okay if she hadn't started trying to strip me, too." Dropping back into her seat in the booth, Eve huffed a little sigh. "Jara Rico, meet Devantious Steele."


"I was gettin' info, luv. Your twin didn't meet Val here, or tha' other beefcake we met at the door. They all met at a Goth club, and got ... closer after hours." Giving Eve such a wide smile, she looked like a female version of the Joker. A light layer of sweat covered her body, and the way the light show was going on around her, she was almost glowing. Hip-checking Eve into scooting over, she sat down, and grabbed and downed Eve's drink. "Well met, Mr. Steele." Jara gave Eve another look. "I think you *needed* to be stripped. You got the metal, you got the tats, time to show the world, lil' butterfly! Come out of tha' cocoon!"

Devantious just smiled, shaking his head. It was like Jara was Argus and Eve was Jared! Scary, but true! Dev ordered another round, while Jara stood away from the booth to shimmy back into her jeans, much to the delight of several patrons. Blowing them all a kiss, she was back in the booth, and leaned down to put her shoes back on. "So, Evie give ye the whole nine yards?"


"Info, my ass! You were giving everyone a show!" She gave Jara a push with her shoulder, but she was grinning. "And making a freaky friend, so it looked." Oh, great. So that's why the guy and cat-girl had seemed so familiar with her - 'Pornstar' X had definitely made the rounds with them. Sighing, Eve gave her head a little shake.

Of course, she was the more reserved of the two of them; she'd done pretty well to get the piercings and tats, and much more in that night would have been overload. "Besides, I'm not nearly drunk enough to get up start stripping." And that would have to be drunk enough *not* to remember the next day!

"Some of it. We were in the middle of talking when you started getting freaky with kitty."


"Valreia did nae kno' she had a twin sister: You. She goes by the name Lilith, as in first wife o' Adam, before Eve."

Sticking out her tongue at Eve, Jara had cooled down enough to put her shirt back on. The seriousness settled back into her eyes as Dev continued. "The whole Daemon thing sounds like a continuation of what an old foe of ours was trying to do. His name was Christian Christ, and he was some kind of Genetic Scientist that managed to break the barrier between animal and man. Serious cloning expert as well. He was able to travel to other dimensions, locate items that would assist him in controlling the very fabric of reality in every realm."

Jara just sat there, absorbing every word with a neutral expression. "How much ye wan' to bet, there's a connection somehow wit' this Christian fella an' those Daemon Lords? Mebbe this bugger helped create them!"


"Lilith? I think I like Pornstar better." She had a drink of her soda before Jara could kidnap that one, too. Eve was trying to listen to what was being said, but was having an oddly difficult time comprehending it. Something was odd, off, told mostly by the cool trace of air across the back of her neck, down the line of her spine --

-- The images struck her sharply, so vivid they overrode everything else around her. She was being touched, explored, fondled, and every nerve ending in her body was awake to it. Her senses were heightened enough they threatened to overwhelm her, make her scream, pass out, explode - anything to vent what was building inside her. The touches didn't stop, but pushed her closer and closer, harder and harder ...

The realization dawned on her quickly, with the sharpened intake of breath and quick pound of her heart, the fine sheen of sweat that broke on her skin. Lilith. This was *all* from Lilith, and she was on the edge of an orgasmic frenzy. Eve was absolutely horrified and nearly mesmerized by it all at once! The mental struggle began then, as she tried to break the hold, escape Lilith's aftershocks.


Dev was alert to the sudden change in Eve's eyes, especially her pupils. Jara had already been looking at her closely during their conversation when she'd gotten that *I'm having a vision* look, but this was ... different. Touching her was out of the question, as she didn't know if that could trigger that other aspect of Eve's ability, especially since she would have been unable to control it at the moment. "Luv, I'm sorry 'bout this - " And *splash!* Eve had ice cold water thrown into her face in hopes of snapping her out of it.

Dev let this play out for now. The girl seemed to know what she was doing, and if this was part of the Paranormal stuff, he was way out of his league. "Evie! Can ye hear me voice? Focus on me voice!" Jara motioned for another water. Dammit, she didn't want to have to call Steele or her brother in on this, but if Eve didn't snap out of it ...

The second glass was delivered, and if it hadn't been such a serious moment it would have been quite funny. Jara scooped out the ice, and put it right down Eve's top. To those walking by, it didn't look too much out of the ordinary. Just some girl cooling off her friend, right? Riiiiiiiihgt.


Her pupils had shrunk to pinpricks, but the intensity in her grey eyes was unmistakable. Eve was struggling against Lilith's hold, trying to break free from the tangle of lust and ecstasy; it wasn't just that it was seriously creepy because it wasn't something *she* was experiencing herself, but also because Lilith seemed to have something of a pattern - sex, then murder. Eve *really* didn't want to experience the murder portion, if indeed it was coming ...

The cold water in her face provided a physical shock, something to grasp at, try to focus on. And with the ice down Eve's shirt ... The cry she let loose wasn't really from the cold; in fact, it was mostly driven by the pleasurable echoes provided by Lilith. She'd latched onto the physical discomfort of the cold and managed to escape her 'twin' for the moment, but she hadn't *entirely* been able to shake it! Eve groaned softly and let herself slump over on in the booth, laying down for a moment. Her skin was hot, heart pounding, and the young woman felt mildly drained. "... The bitch is at it again." She didn't want to move. Really.


Dev had already requested a couple of towels, and when asked if everything was all right, Jara simply explained that her friend had gotten a little woozy from being up in the cage. She spoke with a wink and a grin, so it was pretty much dismissed, and things kept on-going.

"She going to be alright? She looks sort of flushed."

Jara nodded and placed the towels by Eve, in easy reach. "Yeah. She's had a vision, an' by the looks of it, not a good one. Ye back wit' us now, Evie? Wha' did ye See? Another murder?"

Wait. Did Jara just say *another* murder? Dev gave Eve time to collect herself, before questioning them both.


She wasn't sure if it could be called 'afterglow,' but a tired, lazy feeling had set in, though it wasn't altogether good. Eve felt like she needed a shower and to scrub herself for few days. After clearing her throat softly, she'd sat up and dried off a bit - thankfully she wasn't wearing much in the way of makeup to worry about - and promptly reached over to snatch Jara's drink, figuring there was some liquor in it. "I didn't See anything, but it was Lilith. No guarantees, but I'd be watching for another victim or two to be found in the next couple days." A slow shrug of her shoulders, and she reached up to unzip the summer sweater and shrug it off to leave just the black cami.
Funny, she was usually cold after a bout of Sight. "She's kinda like a black widow - mates, then kills. Not always, seeing that catgirl and loincloth man are still alive, but I wouldn't be too stunned by it. I dunno. Maybe she liked them." She'd downed Jara's drink, and winced at the burn of the alcohol in her throat. Foul stuff!


Keeping her voice down, Jara asked why she figured there would be another killing. Dev continued to let this play itself out; perhaps he'd get the answers he needed without even asking! "But tha' be a hole in yer theory, luv. Lilith's been with Valeria an' th' beefcake more than once, an' they both be still alive."

Dev chimed in on this, finally. "Are you two saying that this twin of yours is responsible for the serial killings that have been happening around here? Maybe you need to be giving me the hole story on this, and I promise I won't run either of you in for suspicion of murder."

Jara's mouth about hit the floor on that one. "Now ye wait one bloody minute, you stupid git! We be trying to track down the killer! And jus' because we said it's a twin ... Alright, fine. It does sound fishy. Evie, your call." She snatched her drink back.


"I didn't say it *would* happen. I just said not to be surprised if it does. I didn't See where she was or who she was with. Just ... Felt." Eve shifted a little, uncomfortably, then leaned her head back on the back of the booth.

Somehow, she wasn't too surprised by what Devantious said. Sitting with her eyes closed, she didn't even bat a lash. "She's not my twin, exactly. She's a clone, and we believe she's responsible for the murder of Adam Trenton, and probably even a few others. What just happened was *because* of Lilith, but it's usually just more than Feeling - sometimes I can See where she is and what's going on, too." Opening her eyes, she eyed Dev quietly. "The PSD knows about this, and we're actually trying to locate her - as well as Dr. Darcy Jason, though we're not sure how she might actually tie in with it."


Finishing his drink, Dev gave the two girls a nod. "I think it's time for you to take me to see my brother."