#odyssey

"Well.. crap" he realizes

Dagmar's lack of nightvision means she doessn't get the worst of this deformed and HIDEOUS visage

"Dude...." Yeah, she draws the bat.

But damn even with shadow over him.. he's ugly

Symon gets the full view of the walking corpse

He remembers now - the Beaumayn's warning. One outside who may be a friend.... and holds up a hand to Dagmar. "Hey, it's cool. We're cool." Doing his best to look non-threatening.

She keeps her weapon hand down - guarded, but not threatening.

"Easy for you to say, mon. You wouldn't believe how uptight some people are about me getting spotted. Look, let me tell you something, mon, that club, don't want no part of it. It's got a black soul, and yes, I be saying that"

"We need something they've got in there." He whispers in return.

Dag listens, but so far - no lies?

So far none!

"we won't say nothing about seeing you."

"Then you in deep shit, my friend.. but.. tahnk you , kind lady" He says as Dagmar speaks up too "I be appreciating that. I know I look like a monster, and I am yo uknow? true son of Samedi... what can I do? But you more than mortal too ain't you? I be seeing your souls and they got the whirls"

"Do they got something on you? You're hanging around even knowing what's inside."

"Like Baron Samedi?"

"The top hat guy?"

"Saturday..." Did he actually listen during French class? Maybe.

"Youknow about the baron?" the figure does not breath, has not breathed, until now, an intake not of oxygen, but surprise "yeah.." A chuckle "the Loa of Death. And they got nothing on me hyet.. I just keep an eye on em... you not believe. .well, maybe you do... they got some magicans in there, and at least one dam wolf. You got something in there you want? I wish you luck getting it man. That damn Lupe got a nose that picks up anything, not just the stinkhy ones like me"

"He.. um... there was a movie..." A touch of a blush.

"We won't let them know we saw you." He nods, confirming what Dagmar had already promised.

"You called it." A glance to Dagmar. "They got a wolf in there." And he whispers to his backpack. "Lovecraft, do you want to tease a big, mean dog, dearest?"

"Well, fuck. Wolves are tough."

"Please be, like, extra stealthy so I don't have to fight the wolf?"

Lovecraft peeks out Not enuff Chicken"

The vampire says "look, you want something in there, maybe you can grab TWO things?"

Dagmar is a BIG girl, over 6'... but she certainly looks like a teenaged girl.

"Maybe." He eyes the guy. "Do you have a way to help us? Either make me harder to see or... if my friend makes a distraction... hide her scent so that she can get away if she needs to." Shadows he can call to hide her from sight... but smell is harder.

"Sheeett... I maybe a blood drinking dead man, but one thing I can do, I guareenttee is block out other scents"

"We figured if I went in, I'd draw attention."

"And I am better at not drawing attention. What are you looking for inside?"

"Blood, my friend, blood of someone older than I. It be kept in a phyalactry of sorts, bound bottle , tiny but dark. Doesn't congeal proper... that how you know it's the good stuff"

A slow nod. He knows that term. It's in all the good necromancy DM guides.

"Help us, and I'll try to help you as well."

"Could get my fool neck snapped.. and then it would get worse, but you got a bargain"

"Well, we ain't trying to get anybody hurt."

He shrugs off his backpack and whispers to Lovecraft.

"She'll stay out where it's safe." He nods to Dagmar. He looks up the side of the building. Vents... ducts... pipes.... any way a sluagh can slither in, unseen?

To the unnamed vampire, "If you were hiding something like that, where would you keep it?"

"Me? the fridge" A chuckle "But knowing them? Look for something that looks like an altar"

"So... my best chance for getting OUT of there without a fight? Play dumb?"

"You got to be careful girl, they got powers to bend the mind as well as the body. I hope you stubborn"

He smirks at that. "You can help with the scent?"

"I can be."

And he gives Dagmar an apologetic glance. He expects this may not be pleasant.

"I can help wit de scent" The corpse assures

Symon nods, and looks to Dagmar. "Think we're ready as we're gonna be."

"Yeah, guess so."

The undead moves closer to Dagmar "Hol still, I ain't gonna bite you, but this gonna help"

She bites on her lip, looking wary. "Nothing permanent, right?"

"Nothing permanent, but you gonna want a hot shower after all dis" True

She nods. "Okay."