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Ellanora has accepted the encounter.
Your target and their allies encounter a demonborn who in the midst of sadistic lust has gone too far and is now filled
with regret and self loathing at what they've done.



At the barroom of the Broken Glass 
This area seems well populated.
The lights are on.
It has cheap decor.

  The barroom is dimly lit with recessed lighting. The wood panel walls are made from some kind of dark wood while the
hardwood floors are polished to a dull shine. The walls have small hanging lanterns lights every few feet. Each lantern
is made from random pieces of stained glass fit together like puzzle pieces and shine their dim multi colored light
around the edges of the room. The large dark oak bar at the northern end of the room. In front of the bar sit a number
of stools. Two booths in the souther corners of the room allow for private gatherings.


It is afternoon, and about 85F(29C) degrees.  


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Ellanora is cleaning up the barroom


Ellanora is hard at work cleaning the barroom of the broken glass, the bar that she both owns and works at 

The quiet of the afternoon is disrupted with a loud 'bang', a dull thump of something against the window. Ellanora
would make out, in the lower corner of the glass, the frayed edges of a bloody handprint, little more than the smeared
impression of outspread fingers. 

Ellanora turns to look at the window and the bloody handprint saying "god damn it I just cleaned those..." snatching
up her cleaning cloth she heads over to the window. "fucking people leaving blood everywhere..." 

The door to the Broken Glass flies open, so swiftly it sends a gust of air through the bar. What stumbles in is a
woman of some indeterminate age, anywhere from mid twenties to late thirties depending on what light falls across her
pale face. Stooped over and unsteady on her feet, she pitches continual, cautionary glances out the door, while
clutching her bleeding gut, leaving a trail of her own blood. An expression of shock stuck on her face, she tries to
amble right past Ellanora, and hide behind the bar. 

Ellanora looks over at the door and when some rando woman just stumbles in dragging her own blood and problems into
Ellanora's place of business Ellanora just sighs and says "fuck really? all over the.. " as the woman goes to hide
behind the bar "no not the bar.. Jesus tittyfucking christ.. can today get any worse" tossing down her cleaning cloth
she heads over to the door and gives it a swift kick to close it. Moments before she stalks towards the bar murder and
possibly hunger in her eyes 

Just before Ellanora rounds the bar, she'd hear a subdued thump, and the sound of harsh panting. There she is, plain
as day, her mouth stuck open as she gasps for air, fingering a clutch of messy bullet holes that chew open her stomach.
She is made aware of Ellanora's presence, clearly fixated on her in all senses but one: her eyes, stuck wide open,
fixed dead ahead on the glasses and racks before her. There are stinging tears in her eyes. 

blinks down at the soon to be dead body and says "well fuck.. no one is gonna believe that this happened.." Taking a
deep breath Ellanora scents the air trying to see if there are any lingers scents on the woman to try and identify
where she has been.... and while she is doing that Ellanora also starts to dig through the woman's clothing looking for
money or any kind of identification.

She isn't quite dead, but close. There's little of consequence on her - no wallet to speak of, little more than a
bit of lint, a little, lime-green Bic, a few pennies and a nickel. As Ellanora rifles through her pockets, she'd become
aware of the faint stirring in the woman's body, the barely-there gasping. "Why not..." she grunts, her voice weak and
breathless, "M- may as well... rrrob me too. Fuck. Fuck...!" 

Ellanora pulls up the nickel and exclaims "ooo a nickel." then looks down at the woman and says "well yeah you're
not gonna need it much longer. I hate to tell you this but you've become holy.. " looking the woman over she asks "so
before you become an ex person, before you cease to be.. tell me.. what made you wanna stand infront of a bunch of
speeding bullets?" 

The woman's ruined stomach quivers, tensing up, over and over, as she gradually curls tightly into a ball. Her blood
spreads slowly across the floor, fingering its way between cracks, seams, depressions in the grout, eventually finding
a drain. Her answer to Ellanora is to weep bitterly, putting her dwindling strength into it, her voice ragged with
grief. "My-- m- my dad shot me, because I-- oh, God...!"

Ellanora shakes her head and says "god be damned woman why'd your own father shoot you.. " taking a white bandage
from her side pack she says "this might sting a bit" as she presses the bandage over the wounds in the woman's stomach
to try and slow if not stop the flow of blood. Is it kindness that makes Ellanora do this or just morbid curiosity 

She summons up the breath for an answer, but when Ellanora lays those bandages across her, she grits her teeth and
shrieks in pain, rolling over onto her back. "Ohmyg-- fuck, fffuck...!" she hisses, feebly reaching out to grasp
Ellanora by the arm. "Y- you don't get it, you don't get it," she whispers. "He's dead now. He's DEAD! He's dead and I
KILLED HIM!" 

Ellanora blinks slowly down at the woman "well good for you honey" she doesn't seem too concerned with the
explanation "so then what happened.?" 

Screwing up her face at Ellanora in stark disbelief, the unidentified woman falls straight into the most intense,
saturated grief possible, sobbing helplessly on the floor, not bothering to struggle, to move, making herself the
proprietor's own physical and emotional problem. "I didn't know what I was doing... oh my God, I didn't know what I was
doing..." The rank smell of blood floods her breath as she speaks. She doesn't seem to notice, but Ellanora might be
astute enough to spot that her wounds are slowly, agonizingly, beginning to close on their own. 

Ellanora stares at the woman saying "well that happens, I mean I go into an uncontroable frenzy at least once a month
" shaking her head she lifts a hand from the woman and licks some of the blood off her hand getting a taste of the
womans blood to taste her bloodline 

[The unmistakable taste of a demon stings your tongue, her battery acid vitae like a coarse, spiced wine.]

In the distance there are sirens, the far-off wail of a municipal vehicle, either the HSD or an ambulance. The woman
is given pause, her sobbing cut off in her throat, as she cranes her head, glances up through tear-choked eyes,
listening. Her attention is soon on Ellanora, face wrought into a tight grimace. "Kill me," she begs. "You have to kill
me. I don't-- I can't do anything like this. Not without my father." 

"Please," she emphasizes. 

Ellanora frowns down at the woman and says "why should I kill you, you need to come to grips with what you've done..
besides if I kill you I have a lot more to explain to the police" the approaching HSD or ambulance making her consider
new options "so lets not worry bout who killed who and why just lie back and help will be here soon" 

Woozy from bloodloss, weak from her near-death experience, the woman stirs slowly, but stir she does, sitting
upright, nearly butting heads with Ellanora. "Nooo, no no no no no...!" she wails, trying to scrabble to her feet,
shaking like a windblown leaf. If Ellanora doesn't stop her, she'll reach for the nearest sharp object she can find, be
it a pen, a fruit-cutting knife, or even a highball glass, seeking to make one of her own. 

Ellanora shakes her head and says "hold on now, none of that" as she grabs the woman and attempts to hold her arms
down "stop it, if you die then I have a lot of explaining to do" giving the woman a little shake for emphasis 

"Mmph--!" The woman grunts in protest, struggling beneath Ellanora's weight. Whether or not she's stronger than the
other woman is not a question - her near-dead state removes any chance for competition. She goes quiet again as the
sirens grow louder, until they're howling from what can't be more than a block away, their pitch bifurcating, revealing
not one, but two vehicles. "Please-please-please-- don't let them, don't let them take me," she begs, grimacing awfully
through her tears. "Please--!" 

Ellanora gets visibly frustrated as she screams at the woman "what the fuck do you want from me!" shaking the woman
violently "I don't wanna kill you but for fucks sake you're testing what little patience I have left..." dragging the
woman by the arms she pulls her back around the bar and over towards the door. "hey google" she calls out to her phone
"call HSD" and waits for her phone to make the connection 

Ellanora's newfound and bloodied friend moans in pain, her voice erratically juddering as she is practically shaken
back into death's clutches. Realizing she's not going to get help of any kind in this bar, she resorts to weeping
helplessly, having given up, not bothering to fight or even totter along, letting Ellanora drag her across the barroom
floor. The LG chirps obligingly, and a synthetic feminine voice replies, "Calling the Haven Sheriff's Department,"
before turning over to the dialer. 

Rather coincedentally, the first squad car peels into view, coming abruptly to a halt, its lights blaring. 

Ellanora kicks open the door to her bar and while she waits for her phone to connect and on seeing the squadcar that
stops she drops the woman and holds up her hands saying "oh boy.. this.. wow this won't look good." 

The second car pulls up just in time to witness this tableau, Ellanora emerging from her bar, dragging a bloodied
woman along the ground. A pair of deputies, one from each vehicle, storm out of the squad cars, hands flying to their
holsters. "Step back! Step back and DO NOT move!" one of them cries, as both men train their sidearms on the women. The
demonborn woman at Ellanora's feet sounds out with an ear-piercing snarl, her eyes going bloodshot as she lurches to
her feet, staggering toward the deputies like a zombie. 

"Haven Sheriff's Department," says Ellanora's phone. 

Ellanora only slightly confused by the conflicting orders she freezes in place hands in the air and only slightly
covered in blood when her phone chimes she says loud enough for her phone and the officers to hear"hey yeah just
calling about a person who got shot and stumbled into my bar. Now two officers are aiming guns at me and I'm feeling
kinda threatend right now" As the woman at her feet lurches up and starts staggering at the officers Ellanora takes a
step back and to the side to make sure she is out of the line of fire from the officers 

Taken by a sort of spasmodic rage, the woman lunges out of view, veering to the side, presumably to try to flank the
HSD uniforms. "Is this about the suspect sighting on Deadwood Street?" asks the man on the other end of the phone.
Whatever flash mob of violence takes place, it occurs out of Ellanora's line of sight - there's never a gunshot, but
she would hear a loud, shrill snarling, the noise of shoes and boots scuffing on pavement, and the unmistakable whirr
and crackle of a taser being deployed, followed by a wet-sounding thump. Outside, adjacent to the deputies, is a man in
a suit, holding a chunky, neon yellow stun gun in his hand. Neither one of them are aiming their weapons any longer,
keeping them pointed to the ground. They're conversing amongst themselves while one of them begins to pick the woman
up, and load her into a car. 

"We've been made aware of the sighting, ma'am, and should have officers reporting to the scene as soon as possible.
Please stay indoors, and do not leave until the situation is resolved," the phone continues, oblivious to what's
happening. 

Ellanora says still loud enough to be heard by both the phone and officers "yeah it is.. I'm already outside and the
cops seem to have it handled.." then more directly to the officers "can I go back in and clean up my bar now or do you
guys need to look at stuff?" she seems not the least bit phased by the stunning and collection of the woman 

"Ma'am? Are you the owner of--" One of the deputies, his badge reading 'L. Baxby,' stamps up to the Broken Glass,
presumably to question Ellanora, but the suit reaches out for him, clutching his shoulder, shaking his head slowly.
Whoever this man is, he presumably acts on a level of authority sufficient to keep the HSD at bay, and meets Ellanora's
eyes for only a moment, issuing her a grave nod.  

The suit murmurs, "If you're questioned about this incident, it's very important to us that you were attacked by a drug
addict. Can I rely on you, miss Andersen?" 

Ellanora frowns at the suit and says quietly to him "well duhhh" giving her head a shake she says to the Suit "I
know how the game is played agent smith, but you get to hire the cleaning crew to clean my bar in exchange" 

'Agent Smith' plays up the consummate government spook vibe to a T, giving Ellanora a droll smirk. "Remain behaved,"
he answers, turning his back on her, leaving the question of cleanup very much in the air. He lets himself into the
passenger seat of squad car #2, the one carrying his demonborn passenger. The police lights are brought to a halt, as
both cars speed away, returning from whence they came, and leaving Ellanora at the entrance of the Broken Glass, amidst
a mess of blood, one wet, messy handprint on the glass.