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Gawain THE CITY OF EVERRIA
SOMETIME IN THE AFTERNOON

LAST TIME, The Concord has gotten some very important information on the Foodbringer: he's supernatural, and may not even be remotely human. Now, they have one more witness: without the Foodbringer showing up again and them confronting him, this may be their only chance of figuring out who and where he is.

Their witness is Silas Gregory, a drifter who comes in and out of the city rather frequently, and has been present as a witness every single time the Foodbringer has showed up in Everria. He lives in his van, and usually sleeps at the same parking lot every night, not far from a local shopping area.

The Concord has their plan made: stake out Silas Gregory, wait for him and his vehicle to show up, and then when he leaves, 'stumble upon him' and offer to treat him to lunch, while the rest of the group pilfers through his belongings. Though it takes quite a bit, the gray van eventually pulls up in its normal parking spot, away from where people usually park or converge. The driver is a young man, wearing an old, worn gray jacket, a pair of blue jeans, and a nice hat. Silas Gregory takes a moment to stretch as he gets out, before heading onto the sidewalk and towards the McDonalds on a corner. It wouldn't be difficult to assume he's homeless; he parks here enough that employees have sometimes come out from their jobs to ask him if everything's alright.

What you do from here is up to you, Concord.
The Kid     As Silas opens the door to his van, he 'accidentally' hits someone with a soft 'thud.' Said person staggers back, but makes no noise. It's the Kid, and he's taken nastier knocks than this. Today, he's ditched the leather armor for a dark grey sweater and jeans, looking mighty uncomfortable in them. "You alright there Kid?" asks his companion, the elderly Rucks in a fine tan suit. Together, they look like a gentlemanly father and his son, something that might have been engineered. It would explain the sour expression on the Kid's face at least.

    "Hope he didn't dent your ride with his thick skull sir," Rucks says to Silas, a genteel smile on his face as he examines the door. "No dent I see. No harm done then. You, on the other hand... you look like you could use a decent meal." A friendly hand claps onto Silas' shoulder as he gestures at the food chain across the road. "How about a meal, on me? Make up for this clumsy kid bangin' into you."
Seifer Almasy      Seifer Almasy is a really good thug. As has been previously established, the Gunblade Knight has a history of bullying, ostensibly for the sake of getting people to be better than they are, but probably also because he's just a bit of a jackass. It makes him extremely effective at pushing people around, leg-breaking, and other forms of mafioso thuggery.

     At the moment, however, the Kid and Rucks have taken the lead, and this is a field Seifer is *not* super useful in. The Gunblade Knight instead stands off to the side of the street, leaning on a corner, reading a newspaper. It is some serious spy stuff - he's planted himself in a strategic location to block retreat, but isn't close enough for that to be obvious, nor close enough to obviously be with the Kid, Rucks, and the others. No, as far as the world is concerned, he's just a passing-through Gunblade Knight.

     This will, of course, change if the scenario changes, but for now...
Metal Man So herethey were again digging for infor Mr. Gregory who doesn't seem to be as hopefully dome as the last guy they talked to. Either way he's going be on the second group to see just what he has there. He's again out of his full combat kit, he doesn't expect to need it and he sticks out a hell of a lot less like that. So for nwo he'll simply wait and watch for the right time to go and check out the guy's vechile.
Priscilla     Priscilla, of all damn people, squeezing into a fast food joint to try and have friendly conversation with a drifter, is just not happening. Even if she is many times older than Rucks, trying to fit herself in as a wife to the picture would be comical at best, considering how much younger she looks, as well as 'not human in the first place'. Besides, trying to dress her down into what normal people in 21st century periods wear is just not happening. This is someone who never wears shoes come hell or high water.

    So, she is snooping too. It is less stylish than hiding behind a newspaper, but she winds up more or less in Seifer's vicinity just standing around invisible. She may be recording the sight of the car with her radio piece, to at least get the license, or else probably keep the whole search as footage for review.
Young Arthur There's another kid present, the young king has chosen to dress local. A pair of jeans, sneakers, a jacket that hangs open to reveal a red shirt with black letters that write out 'I drew the sword out of the stone and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.' He's kind of hovering near Rucks, for the time being, waiting to speak up until later, hanging on to a large, heavy looking sports bag. Maybe he's a friend of the kid, seems to be a little younger, maybe.
Gawain The door smacks into The Kid, and as Silas climbs out, he notices the kid staggering back. Closing the doors firmly with his winter glove, he stops, moving over. "Oh, man, are you alright?" The Kid appears to be alright, and his father(?) doesn't seem too concerned. Silas just waves a hand. "Oh, it's fine. I'm just glad your son's alright." The young man glances at Young Arthur briefly as he notices him, but turns back to Ruck, smiling. "Well, you don't have to do that, but at the same time, it'd be a shame to refuse your generosity. And, well, free food." Silas laughts briefly, before walking over to the sidewalk, waiting for the others before he begins moving towards McDonald's. "My name's Silas. It's a pleasure to meet you." When they eventually reach McDonald's, it's a McDonald's, and therefore has tables, people at counters, and fast food.

Meanwhile, the Snoop Crew doesn't appear to be noticed at all. They acn now safely check out the van, which it just so turns out, Silas forgot to lock when he got distracted by the Social Crew. The back doors are locked, but there should be a way to open them from the inside, which is just a normal car cabin: two front seats, a locked glovebox, a cup holder with a water bottle in it, and a mess of receipts.
The Kid     "That's what I like to hear. The name's Rucks, nice to make your acquaintance," the old man says, guiding Silas over to the restaurant while the Kid trudges behind. To those snooping, he offers a quick glance and a nod before getting the door for the pair.

    Once inside, Rucks just orders a coffee, the Kid a burger. Silas is offered the run of the menu, anything he likes. "Struck it big on an investment deal yesterday, so don't you worry none," Rucks assures him should any concerns about his wallet come up. Once they're at a table, the subtle grilling begins.

    "Now I hope you're keepin' safe out there. This city ain't doing as good as it was lately. Strange things are afoot recently..." When dangling a hook, you let it sit at first, see if it attracts any attention at all before trying to jiggle it. Meanwhile, the Kid slides into his seat awkwardly. The hard part of having a machete hidden under your pants and sweater is getting it to slide up your back so you're not sitting on it.
Priscilla     Well, that went off more or less without a hitch. Leave it to Rucks to get people to go along with whatever he says in his charming, smokey old voice.

    When Priscilla is certain that Silas and his Concord chaperones are well gone, Priscilla gestures towards Seifer to move up, shortly before realizing he can't see her, and using "He hast passed. Let us move on." over the local radio instead.

    Despite having seen plenty of cars, though, Priscilla has rarely ever poked around inside of one, and is only basically familiar with their usual builds. Still cloaked, so that randoms from the street or the lot don't see (since she really can't play it off as non-Concord business if she is seen doing it), Priscilla searches around the seats, under the cushions, the mats, and basically just kind of pokes around with the thoroughness of someone who doesn't know the usual places to look, taking her time to carefully examine the surfaces themselves.

    Unfortunately, she solves her lock problems by breaking them open, and is not actually a tumbler picking expert. "Wouldst either of thou happen to know well the means by which one opens a lock in such a way that it may be closed again thereafter?" she asks.
Young Arthur "My name's Arthur." The other kid introduces himself, following along as well and putting his weapon-containing sports bag on the ground close to him when they arrive. He takes off his jacket, showing what might be a surprising amount of muscle for a boy his age. On the other hand, he was carrying a sports bag, perhaps he's just a jock. "Can't rely on the Big G to keep us safe anymore. Aren't people paying taxes so they can be safe?" He tsks, clearly disapproving.
Metal Man Metal Man is leaving those better suited to talk about things are on the hb. As for him he's off to snoop about van but he's going to move to attempt to not break anything. He makes sure to look over the recites for a momentand pauses if he finds anything of note.

"Let's not wreck everything i we don't have to on this. I might be able to force it but I'm not made to do it that would be Flash and Wily's recalled him for body guard duty I'm afraid."

He does start to look for a key however.
Seifer Almasy      At Priscilla's urging, Seifer folds up the newspaper and walks after her, or in the general direction she's indicating.

     "Sure," Seifer tells Priscilla, "They teach infiltration at Garden for like...years of your life. I'm pretty good at opening this kinda thing; you gotta if you're gonna be SeeD."

     This leaves a dark look on his face momentarily. It passes almost instantly as Seifer digs around in his pockets. "If you got a hair-tie or a hairpin or anything, it'd help. Otherwise I need somethin' small an' thin an' easy t'fit into a hole that won't notice it."

     He almost says 'like Zell's-' before realizing that A) nobody would get the joke and B) Priscilla was present and that would be Rude.

     "A coat hangar'd work too."
Gawain "Nice to meet ya, Rucks." Silas lets slip an accent not native to the city, Rucks giving off a safe atmosphere (and having his own accent), which shows that he's definitely from out of town. Inside, Silas takes a long minute to order, saying he'll grab something light. Light to him, turns out, to be two large burgers and fries, with a soda. He's not a big guy or anything, though. "Oh! Congratulations. What sort of investment, if you don't mind me asking?" Silas lets slip some curiosity, as they sit at the table.

Silas doesn't respond to the Kid at first, glancing around at the table; it's Arthur who gets his first response. "Tell me about it. I've been coming in and out of this city for about half a year, living the wanderer lifestyle. Everria's government only cares about their bottom line. Ignoring the poorer areas of the city, especially the crime, no real support for the homeless. Hell, this whole Foodbringer thing. First they're starting up a manhunt, and now he's 'poisoning the food'? A load of bull, if ya ask me. They're just trying to make him look bad to protect their wallets." Silas's tone when it comes to the Foodbringer sounds pretty supportive. It also doesn't sound like a popular one, if anyone's glanced at Everria's information networks. "But, I'll make due. Not like it's a police state or anything, it's just government."

Meanwhile, the Snoop Squad slips into the van. Priscilla starts poking around everywhere, and manages to find a hairpin underneath one of the seats (otherwise, the van is actually pretty neat. Way better than Hank's stuff, and he wasn't even actually homeless). Metal Man, meanwhile, finds a key in a pull-out ashtray, but it doesn't go to the glovebox. Instead, on inspection and trial and error, it goes to the back doors of the van.

The back of the van opens up to reveal a rough, mobile living area. There's a small mattress on one side, along with a pile of clothes (and a coat hangar, if anyone looks), several packs of water, and plenty of rationable food, as well as more receipts and loose papers. There's also a lockbox opposite the bed, but it has no keyhole. Instead, it appears to sport a three-digit combination lock. If touched, the metal feels rather cold, as if something inside is chilling it.
The Kid     "Wreckage reclamation for construction," Rucks answers vaguely. But the Kid gets it all too well; it actually draws a wry smile from him. What doesn't make him smile is the burger though. He chokes it down though, paying close attention and eyeing Arthur and the bag. At least if things turn into a scrap, he won't be alone here.

    "Oh it's a terrible state of affairs, I agree," Rucks says, stroking his moustache. "It's easy to preach mercy, but the moment someone comes along to offer it, they're branded as eccentric at best, untrustworthy at worst." He nods sadly, and sips at his coffee (which he is enjoying no more than the Kid is enjoying his food). "Truth be told, I've considered reachin' out. Got a lot of cash in pocket, may as well spend it on somethin' good. Maybe the money will give 'im some legitimacy, get the government off his back."

    He flops back in his chair and sighs. "But I can't. He comes and goes an' I can never pin 'im down. Damn shame." Here's the jiggle of the hook. 'If only I could get in touch with him.' Time to see what Silas knows.
Priscilla     "Ah, I new I had well chosen with thee, Sir Almasy." Priscilla replies, genuinely pleased that one of them knows how to do things like these, to the point that she starts to think she might need to start familiarizing herself with the little details of for a change. After a little scrounging, Priscilla locates the hairpin, and holds it out to Seifer with an inquiring look. This equates to 'a hairpin floats out of the open door and into Seifer's face'.

    Metal Man finds a key to one part of the van though, and Priscilla gets some first hand education on how the drifter lifestyle works in modernity. If anything, she is almost more fascinated than unimpressed or grossed out, but resists the temptation to poke through too much boring stuff, merely asking "And how is it that he obtains these things, if he is one without employment or means of income?". This guy hadn't even been listed as a 'street musician' like Hank, though his living space isn't littered with stolen crap.

    While she lets Seifer have the pin, Priscilla crouches down to the lockbox, pulling it to the edge of the door frame where it's easier to reach. She turns it around in her hands to get a sense of its weight, and the size of whatever might be inside of it, while closely examining it for anything more unusual than its cold. The cold itself is potentially convenient, but . . . "There is no keyhole to this one." Priscilla states the obvious.
Young Arthur "I inherited a business" (Kingdom) "I'm supposed to be running, but I'm not sure I'm ready, and some of the franchisees" (vassals) "are grumbling" (outright taking up arms) "about some kid being put in charge." Arthur explains for the sake of completeness, and he speaks with genuine truth when he adds, "But, despite that, I should be able to share some of my money to help with this kind of noble task."
Metal Man Metal Man does find a key but it doesn't go to work over the van with it after scanning the key's shape into his files for later. He'll check the back door and look about it fo a moment, he starts to snoops and keeps himself on his guard there could be nothing but well who knows what might be found then?

"Dunno if he's a drifter he might be doing seasonal work, or short term jobs like construction work he could be folloing such work over the region. Wait it could be a wireless lock."

Metal will try to ping the box, he can't crack it but he can at least see if there is such a lock.
Seifer Almasy      Seifer takes the pin and proceeds to flatten it out with a little bit of effort as he asks about stuff to dust for fingerprints with over the radio. He puts just a tiny bend in it, just enough. He splits it in two, and then, carefully, starts working on the car. The goal is to make sure they can lock it afterwards, after all, so Seifer has to be /extremely/ careful. He's been trained to break into secure super-facilities and government agencies; some random dude's car is not a big threat to his ability.

     "You need to dust it with somethin'," he tells Priscilla, "So's we can see which numbers're the most-used. Powder, or dust, or somethin' that'll cling to the fingerprints. We could try listenin' to the tumblers if you or Metal Man got REAL sharp hearin' but that's a lot harder than cuttin' down the number of numbers we gotta work with in the first place, an' it might eat up a lot more time."
Priscilla     Priscilla watches the lockpicking maneuver with some significant degree of interest. Nobody but pleb humans ever used keyholes to lock doors back home. If you're over six feet tall, you try not to be caught dead without a giant lever or magical barrier assigned to your most impressive doors. She'll want to memorize that.

    "I am not certain it shalt suffice, however, I believeth I hath something worth the attempt." she says, on the subject of powder. There is /one/ particular kind she sometimes carries around, and it comes out in a little silk sack that looks almost like a medieval meth baggie, save that it is filled with blindly gold glitter that seems to disintegrate into little bits of light where it is violently stirred.

    Repair powder is basically worse than the kind of glitter commonly found at night clubs for getting everywhere and finding all the most worn down little nooks and crannies. That's what it's designed for.
Gawain When the food arrives, Silas eats it as if he hasn't eaten in his life. He /does/ have manners about it, but he's an insanely quick eater, and doesn't seem to even be tasting it (enviable). He listens to the thing about business with the Foodbringer, and once he's done eating, he speaks up, sounding sure of himself. "I don't think the Foodbringer's the type to want money." He takes a long drink, before continuing. "And I doubt he trusts anyone. I mean, most people aren't aware of this, but the cops tried to /kill/ him. I've been at every appearance of the Foodbringer, and the last one, the one where they found 'poisoned food'? A cop shot him! Went straight through his food bag, hit him in the arm. /Blood was everywhere/." There's a pause, after his convicted statements. Silas actually sounds a bit angry. "If he hadn't moved out of the way of the shot, it probably would have hit center of mass."

Meanwhile, SNOOP SQUAD gets to work on everything. Seifer begins picking into the glovebox carefully, but it's not a problem for him. After a bit of jiggling, wiggling, and pickering, it opens up. Inside are a bunch of documents, neatly kept together. They're not entirely clear, though, and don't explain anything about them: a few refer to phenotypes and genotypes, but only have numbers instead of names for the subjects, while several are full of coordinates. There might be more information, or clues, if someone was to look through the entirety of the documents carefully.

As Seifer does that, Priscilla moves the lockbox towards her in the back, examining it. From lifting it, it seems it's probably full of ice. However, by carefully listening, Priscilla can hear something moving inside: it sounds like liquid, slowly moving against glass as the lockbox is shifted. But it doesn't stop moving when the box is put back down; it instead keeps moving, towards the source of any pressure put on it by Priscilla, futilely trying to move towards her. When Metal Man fires off his ping, the liquid stops and moves towards his direction instead. The lock isn't wireless; they'll have to do this the old fashioned way.
Seifer Almasy      Seifer looks kind of annoyed as he starts going through the papers. "Ah, shit," he mutters, then makes his grim pronouncement of a JRPG Dungeon Laboratory over the radio. He's under a time crunch.

     "Hey, uh, you guys crack the lock yet?" He asks, "We might wanna hurry up. Bet the glove box has a security system."

     "An' if one of you got a camera or somethin'...actually, hey..........Metal Man...shit, nope, still feels racist. Metal Man, if I hold this stuff up to your face, are you gonna be able to record it?"
Metal Man Metal Man says "My audiot pick ups are only slightly better than the human norm, I'm afraid still good thinking on that Seifer." The kid's clever he'll give Seifer that very clever and PRiscillai is proving to be a far more hands on superior than all of the old confed high commanders save one ever were. He likes that, he likes that a hell of a lot. Humm no wireless lock and hes looks to Seifer.

"Yes, I can do that, and I can uploaded it back at base."

The kid did pay attention pretty well all things considered.

He looks to Priscilla.

"Not wireless we're going to have to do this the old fashioned way, on your order I can pop it but I hae no idea what's in there...or what it might do if we breach it."
Seifer Almasy      "Aight then...listen, can I call you something else? You got a nickname besides 'Metal'? ...no, it doesn't matter right now. Here, keep your eye on the birdies."

     Seifer flicks through the pages as rapidly as he dares. Since he's used to old-ass cameras and not-very-good video quality, he's doing it slow and steady to make sure Metal Man gets everything. It's gonna be a lot more obvious they broke in but maybe, *maybe*, they'll at least get all the data.
Young Arthur At this point, Arthur grabs his bag and reveals just enough to show the hilt of his sword to this so-called-witness, and he speaks in a soft tone laden with his natural authority. "A few things in your story don't add up, mister Gregory." He pauses, "Or should I say mister foodbringer? Now, we can make this a pretty show here, or you can come with us to answer questions in an environment where we can ensure you answer honestly."

"Your choice, but I would advice you not to be foolish." He glances down at his shirt, which still says 'I pulled the sword out of the stone and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.' "That shirt is wrong, if you insist on being a problem, you will get to see that sword first-hand, so what'll it be?"
Priscilla     Seifer has to explain the process by which powdering a combo lock works over the radio, which Priscilla has to listen in on like the instructions to disarm a bomb, despite him being only a car's length away. Thankfully, she has put her souls into All The Dex, and so she keeps the safebox steady where Metal Man can listen in on it without difficulty.

    She takes tiny pinches of repair powder, and dusts it onto the padlock, where the glittering substance briefly conforms to the ridges, smudges, and scratches on the combo places, and highlights them bright golden light, before disappearing and taking the superficial wear and tear with it. It requires significantly more memorization and precision than using an actual, proper, fingerprint dusting substance, but she's doing her best with what she has on hand

    She nods to the Wilybot, forgetting once again she's not visible, and thus then says: "Pray, go to him. It is of great importance that these be preserved with our intelligence. This is well more substantial a lead than the filthy abode of Hank Fischer." Still, she feels kind of uneasy handling the box full of some liquid nonsense that keeps shifting towards her.

    Assuming she gets the lock, she will keep the lid closed for a little bit longer, holding her hand down over it. "There is aught within here yet alive, in a less than innocuous fashion. Pray, be prepared shouldst it maketh some attempt to escape." Already, she has the mental image of blood tentacles exploding out of the lockbox and attacking.
The Kid     There it is.

    Rucks taps the table twice, something the Kid seems to pick up on. He shifts in his seat, manoeuvring that machete on his back so the handle peeks out the head hole, concealed by his head. Not as overt as the young king, but if it comes to a fight, he'll be ready.

    "Listen to the lad, Mister Silas. If that is your real name. I was serious in wantin' to help, let's not make this a mess for these nice people," Rucks says calmly as his young companions gear up. He very pointedly does not say how they were able to figure him out. Sure they took the witness that gave them the clue into custody, but better to play with your cards to your chest.

    Kid just fixes him with a hard stare and tosses the last scraps of the burger into the container. No need to put up the facade anymore.
Metal Man Metal Man will image capture all of the bits of the book and he'll be able to get it with the rate that Seifer's going at. He blocks the files to be uploaded to the Concord once the job is dfinished up. "Whatever in ther eis still moving around even when it's set still."

He notes as he fiisehd up getting the data with Seifer. He'll trust in Priscilla to get the thing open whatever is in there though? He has no idea he gives Seifer a look. It's going to be one of those days and he's not put off that Priscilla's not able to be seen, he knows she had to do it to not get notice so no skin off his back as it were.
Gawain The group figures out Silas' true identity. They confront him with it, threateningly. Silas just sits there, finishing off his drink, before he closes his eyes and begins speaking. "You know, if you want someone's cooperation, it's better to not threaten them. Violent coercion doesn't work on everyone." He leans back in his chair for a moment, before opening back up his eyes, which momentarily go bloodshot before reverting to normal. Both hands are placed on the table. "You're not with the local police. Can already tell you're too Multiversal. Paladins? League? Or some other group who would want my ass?" Silas mulls it over, before turning to Rucks. "Silas is real. Gregory's fake. G's the initial, though. Silas Gormand. Gor-mand. Ironic, right?"

Silas just shifts his chair back slightly, speaking firmly as he moves to start standing up. "I don't want to fight you. And I don't want these people getting hurt. But, I'm not going to give into threats. If you want to talk like civilized people, we can, though I'm not sure how much I have to say to you." Silas' tone indicates this is far from the first time he's been threatened, and a strong hatred of it. "I normally don't offer chances like this. But I'll hear your case, because there's too many people here to do otherwise."

Seifer and Metal Man's examination and recording of the documents gets more information alongside the coordinates and phenotypes and genotypes. There's size listings, quantity counts (well into the hundreds of whatever this is), and several pages on makeup of the specimens; a few words might stick out like 'potassium', which is listed in high count on one of the specimens with a larger quanity. There is one document that also doesn't appear to be about a living thing; it seems to be talking about teleportation, with range and coordinate tests, with 'SUCCESS' or 'FAILED' on it. There's several documents like this, about stuff such as growth, replication, and otherwise. One of the documents on replication lists 'FAILURE' on every test, though. There's only one note at the bottom of it. '14 tests, all failures. When I die, this is pretty much over.'

Priscilla glitters everything. While it fades away due to turning into light, she can figure out the numbers, and test the buttons. Eventually, she cracks the lock. The liquid begins moving again. It attempts to move towards the entrance. When Priscilla finally opens up the lock...it's not blood tentacles! Instead, it's a single good-sized vial of blood, kept in ice. The blood appears to be /alive/, however, attempting to push against its constainment to reach Priscilla. The cold seems to be making it sluggish, though the glass has a few very small fractures in it, not enough to let it escape. It looks actually pretty pathetic, for a terrible work of possible mad science.
Young Arthur "Mine apologies, sir. I spoke over-eagerly, in the assumption that being called out on your identity would lead you to flee or worse, and I wished to dissuade you from such." Arthur drops to his knee for a moment, inclining his head in apology. "Please, though couched in unusual terms, the gist of what I stated before is correct. I am used to mine vassals needing to be cowed by force into doing what reasonable men should do naturally, it's coloured my reactions. I should be better than this."

Then a little more straightforward, "Yet the truth remains that we need to talk. We can see you're doing good work, which ought to be rewarded rather than punished, but there are some concerns that need to be addressed." He pauses, "For the good of the people you're trying to help, perhaps even for you. Please, tell me again what happened after you were shot, and take this into account, we have witnesses who were there, so don't lie to us."
Seifer Almasy      Seifer finishes getting the documents recorded. He locks the glovebox, putting them back in, and gets out of the car.

     "I need you to hold that /real/ still, boss lady," he says, then looks off to the sky, "An' I need *you* to be good at your job today, you got me? This is the big leagues. We got a job to do."

     Seifer spins out his Gunblade, because he has to get into his attack animation. Then, all of a sudden, the spectral red-and-grey giant emerges behind him. Cardboard, see-through arms; no legs, just a torso hovering behind him; three big grey arms; big white eyes, glowing with inhuman light.

     Gilgamesh.

     No, not the blonde one in the Paladins. The other one.

     Gilgamesh reaches his grey arms out towards the jar. Seifer fixes it in his mind's eyes. After all, it's alive, right? Priscilla just said the thing's alive. And they need to know what it can do...and, if they *can't* guarantee the Foodbringer's assistance, then they need access to his power to undercut him.

     Sure, he's never copied a *thing* before. Places, people...robots...but not *vials of blood*.

     But...hey...if it's alive...and it worked on the weird blood-chain-monster...

     Who knows?
The Kid     Both Kid and Rucks relax as Silas, though unhappy about them jumping straight to force, is willing to talk. Relaying this over the radio, the Kid whispers to Rucks what Priscilla instructed to them, the old man nodding.

    "Well then, Mister Gormand, we are not with either of those. We are of the Concord, and we want to see your talents and vision flourish, not crushed under the heels of a bureaucracy that claims to know better. If you're up for talkin', maybe you would like to do a bit of walkin' first? We got someone more able to call shots nearby, someone very interested in speakin' with you."

    He gestures towards the door, an inquisitive look on his wrinkled face. Kid finally speaks up for once, with, "We really would 'ppreciate it. Kinda sick of fightin' all the time, and this... 'burger' has me awful queasy."
Metal Man MEtal Man is able to get a number of bit of information she has to wonder about tall this stuff. He is now wondering about them it looks like biotec and the comment that when I die? This is over? That makes him really wonder what's going on here she. Also teleporting tech? Replication and humm growth this is some seriously hardcore science and thankfully no tentacles today.

"Lady Priscilla are you all right we shouldn't linger too long...."

Seifer is drawing from the blood oh lordy whelp here's hoping nothing bad happens to him.
Gawain Seifer gets an idea. A dangerous, risky idea. He tries it anyways: he summons his Per- Guardian Force, Gilgamesh, who moves to Draw from and copy the living blood. It squirms intensely at Gilgamesh and Seifer as they act towards it, and eventually, Seifer gets something!

Once the Draw is finished, Seifer can feel his blood moving. It's /alive/, squirming and moving around him. He can also, if he thinks about, change its shape, turning it into spikes or blood tentacles or whatever he needs to kill someone with. But, there might be a problem: every bloodcell is now alive, squirming on its own will, moving around, and Seifer can /feel it/. He can also feel them basically shouting at him, demanding protein, iron, and other delicious things that blood needs to be healthy. They are very, very hungry living blood cells.
Priscilla     Seifer's three for three streak under Priscilla's guidance is finally broken, when living blood is involved, and not in the form of murderous tentacles. The crossbreed can imagine why, at least. Kept in that dinged up little vial, in this weird, armoured freezer, it must be very well suppressed.

    It does, however, make her wonder if this is a piece of the Foodbringer, or whether it's some second kind of entity that inhabits his body when he needs it? Is his blood always this way, or does he inject blood vials into himself to gain strength? "Pitiable thing." says Priscilla, queerly fixated on the sight.

    Seifer asks her to keep the lockbox still. Given his history, Priscilla is hesitant to do it, but maintains the goodwill to do it anyways after making him promise not to make her regret it. She does recognize the Draw ability, however, having seen it employed against the Marble Guardian before. "I see the blood sings to thee." she remarks drily, as he takes his second dive into move stealing from eldritch blood god hell. "One wouldst think it enough to make a man sick."

    As soon as he finishes up, however, she has to agree with Rucks' assessment via radio contact, and close the box up, putting it back where it had been with a very fine degree of placement, since she had just requested the man be brought out to meet her. She gets to close all the doors as if she hadn't been rifling through Mr. Gormand's car moments ago, and wait out at a more dramatic part of the parking lot, actually visible, when one turns the right corner. After all, he'd just gone from 'suspect hobo' to 'the Concord's VIP'.
Seifer Almasy      Seifer's blood is currently alive.

     That isn't normally how this is supposed to go. Normally, you junction an ability to an attribute. You stick FIRE on your ATK and do a FIRE SWORD LIMIT BREAK. You stick REFLECTING BARRIER on your DEF and get a REFLECTING BARRIER COAT. Things like that. That's how this is /supposed/ to work.

     This is NOT how it's supposed to work. Seifer is clawing at his skin. His eyes are wide. There's part of his flesh actively straining against him. Seifer bites down on his lip so hard it draws blood, which droops out...and then *slips back into the cut* in defiance of all gravity. He clutches his arms tighter, squeezing his hands into his skin.

     He looks up at Priscilla.

     "Y-yeah, well," Seifer tries to sound cool and he just sounds like he's in /agony/, "I had ta make sure...if he didn't agree...that we got somethin' outta...this."

     Seifer claws at his skin again. "You...you gotta reset...the box...clean everything up...g-glad I locked the...the glove..."

     And then he just can't keep talking, because he can barely *stand*, and it's obvious from the parts of his skin trying to distend as his blood attempts to escape that *all* of this is taxing as hell.

     The things he does for pretty girls who give him money.
Gawain Silas stares at Arthur for a few moments. He seems to actually be wondering whether or not to believe him, and is now doubting his initial view of them. When they confirm they're members of the Concord, Silas listens to their words, before sighing. "Alright, so while I'm willing to talk to you, I'd rather do this somewhere more private. Also with more time to ready myself for this situation. I'll be honest, I'm not very interested into walking into a group of you off the cuff with little preparation time."

Instead, Silas reaches into a pocket and pulls out a piece of paper and a pen, and writes something down on it. A phone number, multiversal. "Call me and we'll arrange a meeting." Silas then proceeds to stand up, leaving to head for the door, and for his van. "Don't make me regret this, please."
Metal Man Metal Man looks over to Seifer for a moment staring athim tilting his head. "Seifer?" He look backto Priscilla for amomentand he has a bad feelingabout this. He also gets it's time to go, and he's gong to be pulling out doing his best to hide any traces of his action in here. It's time to et the hell out of here and he looks to eifer for a moment. With that Metal Man slips into the night the misison is done.