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Cara Angelo

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  1. Cara caught the nod and returned it, then faded back into the alley. She'd been more willing to risk someone not quite believing their eyes at someone seeming to vanish in a blur than she'd been willing to have her current mortal name and face connected with the scene of a violent suicide like this. That kind of attention was the last thing she, or her organization, needed. A fact, she reflected, that was almost certainly not lost on whoever had sent the poor messenger. It was time, perhaps, to put down a root or two in town. Marko liked to get his hands dirty, and that was fine...but Cara preferred to act through proxies when possible. It would take time to build up a good network here, but it was starting to seem that the time would be well spent. For the moment she went back to the old house though. Her next steps would need to be careful ones.
  2. Cara cursed and was up out of her seat. "Oh for pity's sake," she muttered. "Come on." Without further comment she hurried from the scene, moving fast enough to be a blur until she was outside and well away from the coffee shop in a secluded alleyway away from prying eyes. There she waited for Marko to catch up. Callous and cowardly. It was the kind of thing Marko might have done once upon a time, if he'd gotten good enough at compulsion. Pushing a command to suicide wasn't impossible, but it wasn't something an amateur could do. At least not reliably. This didn't rule out witchcraft though, Cara reflected. That muddied the water quite a bit. Most troublingly though...who thought they were so in control they could simply hand out New Orleans to be 'ruled'? The vampire faction at least was kept marginally in check by the knowledge that Lilith, in addition to being strong, had been put in power by Originals. Any coup would certainly have to deal with them eventually. That really left no good options on the table, did it?
  3. Cara burst into a radiant smile. "Finally we're getting somewhere," she exclaimed. "All this time back in the city and not even one decent ultimatum. I was starting to think I'd be spinning my wheels forever." "So, don't stop there. Whom do you represent, and what exactly would they 'instruct' that we do? You know, aside from fleeing or dying."
  4. Cara rolled her eyes. "Wonderful, now I'm the angel. Carnivorous angel feasting on blood, what an image. All right. I will talk with the...witches..." Her face pinched at the word; she was no fonder of witches than Marko was, if for different reasons. "...you keep your head down for the moment. We'll try the good cop first, then you can be the bad cop if we need to apply pressure. What do you remember about the witch that cursed you?"
  5. When Marko finally shut up, Cara sat back a little on her stool and tallied the information up. She needn't have bothered though. Nothing fit. She was no expert on witch magic or curses, but you couldn't live as long as she had without picking up some basics. The power of a curse that could incapacitate a vampire of Marko's age, twist his own powers against him, and carry such horrific punishments defied reason. Magic always had a cost as well. What had this witch paid to get that kind of power? And what eldritch source of energy had supplied it? Other elements of the curse seemed easier to understand. She suspected it wasn't so much a case of the witch enforcing her morality on Marko...it was instead forcing Marko to do what he himself believed was right. Down deep, under all the perversity, Marko HAD a moral compass. He just delighted in offending it. This curse seemed to strike at that weak point in his mind...turning his own nature against himself. A revenge, perhaps, the witch had thought to be worse than death? Or was there a deeper game afoot here? She downed the rest of her coffee. "I'll help you get to the bottom of the curse, and even end it," Cara decided. "I will not, however, become your personal assassin. The implications of this curse are...troubling to say the least, above and beyond what your own personal issues are." Marko's sister sighed. "And of course, reform means nothing without volition. You're not acting of your own will, so in a real sense it isn't you acting. I'm not satisfied with that, even a little." "So, aside from throwing your weight around against the head witch of New Orleans, do you have any leads?"
  6. "...and you know perfectly well that screaming, and fire, aren't my hobby so that has me wondering why you really wanted me to be here?" Cara pointed out, swirling her mocha around in a little circle to make sure all the chocolate syrup that was collecting at the bottom got re-dissolved again. "Ah, because of this curse. Tell me what happened, Marko. How were you cursed, and how exactly does it work?"
  7. "So no one put the idea in your head," Cara mused, "You just showed up because you didn't know where else to go. That would seem to rule out manipulation, at least for the moment." She shook her head. "Marko, are you finished here? We should talk somewhere private."
  8. "Come now, love, you haven't even started drinking yet," Cara sighs theatrically as she goes to the bar. "Pace yourself." Inside her mind was twirling all these things she'd learned around like a cotton candy machine. Her brother cursed and seeking remedy; the curse seemed to be restraining him from exercising his worst impulses though. She wasn't sure how to feel about that, but at least it didn't seem to be killing him. Vampire politics hadn't changed much either...the hamfisted attempt to implicate Lilith on an attack on Marko, for example. Almost certainly an opportunistic ploy from an underling, hoping to use Marko as a weapon against the Queen. Cara wasn't sure Lilith had quite seen that nuance, but...well, it wasn't any of her business now was it? Even so, this business with werewolves and witches being seeming turned on each other was interesting in light of its timing if nothing else. More opportunism? Or was it something larger? "Marko," she asked back over her shoulder, "What makes you think this curse of yours originates in New Orleans?" Did you show up on your own, or were you lured here?
  9. "It sounds to me like someone, or something, is trying to upset the balance of power," Cara says. "Hoping for a little vampire war between Marco and Lilith, and trying to start trouble between witches and werewolves." She looks at Lilith. "Who's your second in command?"
  10. "Steady, brother," Cara said softly in Italian. "You've made your point." Her hands on his shoulders loosened enough to simply let him know she was there rather than attempt to restrain. She knew better than most that trying to hold Marko back often just provoked him.
  11. Cara glanced back over her shoulder and winced. "Ah, that's what was missing from my day." With a glance back to Derrik she shook her head and said, "Nevermind the special. Pour me one of the strongest thing you've got. And...keep the bottle handy."
  12. Keeping one ear on the conversation with her brother and the witch, Cara moved over to the bar to give the guy behind it a smile. "I expect setting yourself up as a meeting ground for supernaturals in New Orleans isn't making you feel particularly smart right about now." she says with a chuckle. "At least you've got a pretty face to fall back on though." "So what's the house special, mister...?"
  13. "I don't," Cara replied evenly. "Because I actually value the walls." She sighed and rubbed her forehead. "I'm going to assume this isn't just about you wanting me to be your hitman, so fine. Finish your business here, and then we'll talk." Leave it to him to bring up Thailand again.
  14. "This is all very fascinating..." Cara said slowly, and despite her light tone, she really meant it. Whatever this curse was, it seemed to be hitting him where it hurt. Marko wasn't easy to get to. And that little slip at the end where he'd called himself an asshole? Self-awareness wasn't really his thing either. "...but I'm not sure where I come into it," she went on. "Why did you ask me to come?"
  15. Well, it'd been worth a try. Cara strolled in as if that'd always been her intention. "It's all right, mi amor," she said placatingly to Darrik, "I was invited after all." Her dark eyes fixed on Marko. "Go on. Don't let me stop you. As if you ever did."
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