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3rd POV
St. Petersburg FL, May 15th 1926
The scene opens up on streets of St. Petersburg. The city right across from Tampa over Old Tampa Bay. The city is rather new in comparison to Tampa, but still sharing many of the same architecture as Tampa. As people walk the street of the sunshine city they seem rather concern. Since the attack on Don Trafficante estate things did not cool down. Multiple attacks by this strange group of naked yellow ragged mud men and women. They seem to be raging in age but all pale and extremely malnourished. Yet their numbers gave them an edge over the gangsters. For the past two days both Don Trafficante and Jefe Lopez Speak Easy, Brothels, and Gaming Rooms have been raided with various degrees of damage. From completely overrun to a few dead gangsters. Strangely the mob of craze mud people didn't destroy the building or any of the products, not even chase after the women or guest who escape the slaughter. They seem solely focused on killing members of Trafficante and Lopez members. Putting heavy strain on both family.
As the press covered these attacks with the latest being a speak easy that was run by Don Trafficante has led to him calling for a sit down outside the city. They seem to be fixated on the business run in Tampa. That is where we find Schmidt and Yang. Walking down the street towards an Italian Market, Mazzaro's. Passing through the market, sporting a head bandage over his head Schmidt leads Yang into the back room where a number of the Ambassadors were all sitting. All sporting various gauze, stitches, and casts from their encounters with the mysterious strangers. As they found their seat they found that they were late. However they didn't seem to have missed much. Don Trafficante and Jefe Lopez seemed to be arguing. Rather aggressively for two who were about to father in laws.
"I've lost millions of soldi! And worse my loyal Soldatos and Capos are dropping like flies! All because of you! You sporco ingrassatore dell'isola!" Don Trafficante snapped as he point his finger at Jefe Lopez.
"Who you calling an Island Greaser you Wop-extranjera! My own business and men were torn apart by these Vagabundos locos!" Jefe Lopez snaped back.
"Because these fuckers can't speak anything besides Spanish! Even then none of them can be taken alive! Yet no matter how we butcher them! They keep coming! I am bleeding cash while paying double what I am to keep the cops from crawling up my ass!" Don Trafficante shouts.
"Just because they speak Spanish. A very muddy version, you tonto estúpido! Doesn't mean it's my doing! Even then how would this help my business grow?! I'm loosing money just as fast as you!" Jefe Lopez called back.
This seemed to be going nowhere, and all the Ambassadors seemed to be bord or disgruntled. These attacks have put everyone under stress. Even more so for these two. They had set the two up in safe houses in Maimi. But despite the postponement of the marriage with these two at each other's throats it seems unlikely this will continue. Worse it may be that this whole sit down will be for nothing. If not settled the war between the two will continue.
"(Sigh), How long have they been at it?" Schmidt whispers to Butch. He himself sat silently while fiddling with a pencil that he took off some joker.
"All morning. Only reason they stopped was to take a god damn bathroom break." Butch said as he continue playing with the pencil.
"Do you think that they will stop or get anything done?" Schmidt asked as he looked around. Noting nobody gotten out of their seat.
"Not unless if they plan on leaving." Butch said as he pauses from playing with the pencils to fix the gauze bandages over his hand. As he does Schmidt let's out another sigh before standing up. Curious, Butch looks up and asked. "What you doing?"
"Well, I'm not going to spend the entire god damn weekend in this cesspool of a city." Schmidt said as he undoes his blazer, leaving it on his seat before turning to Yang, and handing her his gun from his holster. "This should take a moment."
Yang taking it from him, watches as Schmidt walks up to the two mob bosses. They were still arguing as if this disaster was the others fault. As they continued bickering back and forth, Schmidt pulls out a flask, taking a sip before unceremoniously dropping it to the ground. Clattering very loudly. Spinning to him, he seemed to have gained the two mob boss's attention.
"Pardoned me, but I think this argument can take a break while we addressed the problem." Schmidt said aloud to the two mob bosses.
"Who the hell are you!?" Don Trafficante snaps, turning his rage from Jefe Lopez unto Schmidt.
"We were in the middle of something bastardo!" Jefe Lopez said with equal spite as he does the same.
"Clearly, but I'd like to refrain from this and focus our meeting onto the source of our problem that being our assailant." Schmidt said before turning to the group of mobsters who are now taking notice to Schmidt. "Forgive me, but my name is Jacob Schmidt. I represent the powers that be from Chicago. I came here under the orders of one who is making moves out of New York. Like us all he see's potential in what we plan here. But it's clear we can't go forward so long as this craze mob is coming down on you two's."
This got the whole room's attention. Schmidt seemed to be swaying them, course the rage of the two heads were not so easily extinguished. Don Trafficante then asked. "Then what do you recommend we do, Mr. Schmidt?"
"We find out who is sending these creeps on you." Schmidt said causing the two to chuckle cruelly.
"Señor Schmidt. I'd respect how you wish to take the intuitive but you seem to be overplaying your hand for someone who isn't even made." Jefe Lopez said with a serious tone. The kind that says he is about to order the concrete shoes. "Don't you think we tried looking into the matter?"
"No Jefe Lopez and Don Trafficante. I think you two have been dealing with these matters far to closely. You may benefit from outside eyes. Someone these punks are not targeting." Schmidt clarified.
"And you think you're the one to deal with this?" Don Trafficante asked with an amused brow raised.
"Well, I have done some leg work, especially around weird situations such as this. You can ask Josh The Spider, can attest. As well as Ms. Zehn Fang as well. They can back up my claim." Schmidt said as he points to two members present. The Spider representing Arkham's Italian criminals while Zehn Fang representing the New York Tongs. The two give a nod confirming Schmidt had a talent for getting something done. "Give me a few days and by the end of this weekend if I hadn't finished then you can delegate this to just about anyone here. I'm sure we are all more then eager to have this situation handled."
The two looked at one another for a few moments to contemplate. After a few minutes of internal contemplation the two stood up and almost non verbally agreed with one another. Don Trafficante then reaches out his hand for Schmidt to shake. "Very well Mr. Schmidt. If you can find whoever organized this hit on our business and put an end to it then we will be in your employers dept of gratitude."
"And it will be considered a favor personal to us both as well." Jefe Lopez said as he does the same. Schmidt gives both a shake before Schmidt gives them a nod before heading for the door. Picking up Yang as well as his blazer. As he was about to exit Jefe Lopez called out to Schmidt, "Oh and Señor Schmidt."
Pausing, Schmidt turns around as Jefe Lopez finishes. "Be sure to bring back Prueba. I want to mount whoever had the bolas to attack on my niñas pequeñas special day. Am I clear?"
Schmidt gives a nod before saying in Spanish "Cristal". With that he takes his leave with Yang as they head outside of Mazzaro's. Once out Yang waited till Schmidt finishes lighting up a smoke before asking. "So…. How are we going to find this supposed mysterious leader?"
"Eh no idea." Schmidt said nonchalantly tone as he takes a drag from his cigarette.
"… So what was that entire speech!?" Yang asked with a wide eye shocked look.
"Buying time." Schmidt said before exhaling. "From how things worked out in the past. All it takes is some digging and we usually find it. Remember back in New York? All it took to find those monks who kidnapped your boy toy?"
"Yeah… I guess it's pretty easy." Yang said rubbing the back of her head. "Maybe we should quit this bootlegger gig and become detectives."
"Heh, disturbed war veteran and a girl from another planet detective duo? That just sounds like some dumb admirers writing." Schmidt said jokingly.
"Like a Fanfic?" Yang suggested.
"A what?" Schmidt asked with a raise brow. "The hell is that?"
"No idea. Just a word I vaguely recall." Yang said with a shrug. "I think it's what you described but whatever. I get the joke."
"Uh huh… jokes aside I don't have any real idea how to find these people." Schmidt said flatly. The two begin to ponder where to start when a voice came from behind.
"Perhaps I know where you can start." A Familiar voice from behind said, spooking the two.
"AAAAWWWW! Oh for the love of… jeeze. Do I have to put a god damn bell around your scrawny neck?!" Yang asked as she holds her hand over her heart in utter shock. Turning around she see's Zehn Fang. Seems having a poised stance made her rather silent.
"How much of that you heard?" Schmidt asked as he smothers the cigarette he dropped on the ground.
"Zúgòu de but don't worry I'm not interested in how you wormed your way into getting favors from two mob bosses." Zehn Fang said as she pulls out her Yen Tsiang taking a puff before blowing smoke into Yangs face. "Rather I'd like to assist."
"(Cough, cough) assist?! Like hell." Before Yang could finish Schmidt held up his hand and stopped Yang before continuing.
"How so?" Schmidt asked bluntly.
Zhen Fang takes another puff from her Yen Tsiang before continuing. "Like you Mr. Schmidt, I'm looking to inquire favor for my employer Mister Dai Wuying. I had a few of my boo how doy ask around. They have reported back that a bar in East Tampa may have some information on these Huángsè nóngmín who keep attack the two bosses business."
"And what you want? If you could have done it yourself why bring us into it." Yang asked in an annoyed tone.
"I still remember New York… what happened. I think I can recognize as you Americans Say, a cliché. There is something off about these people. I've been told by my men that some of them resemble identical to those who died at the wedding." Zehn Fang explains before taking another drag on the exhale she further explains, "Given how you two handled strangeness you two seem more likely of success then my boo how doy. Thus in exchange for helping, you will give me partial credit for this hit."
She takes one more drag before blowing smoke Down to the side of Schmidt before offering the Yen Tsiang to Schmidt to take a drag. Asking seductively as she rubs one hand over Schmidt's disfigured cheek. "Do we have an accord?"
Yang could only gag at seeing Su Zehn try to seduce Schmidt. Course he was more fixated on the pipe then on her. Taking a long drag he exhaled the tabaco before responding. "Fair enough… but you show us the bar."
"Of course. It's been too long since a man invited me out… shame your wing women is a Hùnxiě báichī." She said semi flirtatious and rudely to Yang who still has no idea what Hùnxiě báichī even means but she can easily tell it's an insult. Before this could escalate Schmidt once more intervened.
"Under the condition that you two can keep from killing one another." Schmidt warns.
"Of course. I can as you Americans say. Hold my tongue." Zehn Fang assured. Though she did gave a mocking smirk at Yang. Seeing this she gives Zehn Fang a dirty look before secretly flipping her off when Schmidt isn't looking. Schmidt nearly caught her but could tell what she did behind that fake innocent look she plastered on her face.
"(Sigh) Should have asked to stay at home." Schmidt groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Please lead the way before I regret this."
"Of course" Zehn Fang said before dumping her ashes onto the street. "This way." She said before leading them to her personal car as the scene comes to an end.
An hour later in East Tampa
Opening up an hour later, Zehn Fang car pulls up to a small corner store. Getting out, Yang was the first to walk out. Followed by Schmidt who stopped to help Ms. Zehn Fang out of the car. Giving a polite nod before closing the door behind her. She walked over to the driver side before speaking to the driver. "Ràng chē jìxù xíngshǐ, wǒmen kěnéng xūyào kuàisù líkāi."
The driver nods and Zehn Fang proceeds to over to the bar's entrance leading Schmidt and Yang inside. The bar itself was semi hidden. Only way in was through an alleyway side door. The whole establishment was built out of an old storage room. Wasn't the worse speak easy in town but there were definitely better class of hidden bars. As the three enter, only the bar tender and a few blue collar workers were inside. They eyed up the strangers who walked in, rather exotic for this place. At the bar a rather young looking Cuban quickly went to them.
"What will it be?" He said trying to be friendly. However it was hard to be pleasant with Schmidt eyeing him. He was trying really hard not to ogle the two cuties in the room with him.
"Two of anything that isn't ass." Schmidt said as he put down a single bill, "put one down for yourself."
The bartender saw the bill and it was worth more than the drinks they served. So with a nod he swipes the money and goes into the back. As they waited, Zehn Fang asked, "Only two?"
"I'm not a bank. And we don't know if this lead is solid." Schmidt explains.
"Speaking of, how come you didn't squeeze the guy further for information? I doubts a chance encounter like that would be left alone." Yang asked with a raised brow.
"Simply put. Unlike you Hùnxiě báichī or westerners. Any of my men get violent their will be a bigger response then if someone like your master did it." Zehn Fang explained as the bar tender returns with a bottle of Rum.
Setting the bottle of rum on the table he quickly pulled three shot glasses before pouring it out for them. Passing it out he then asked before throwing back a shot, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"Yes, it has come to my attention that you may know something about the attacks on local businesses men. Would you kindly tell us what you know?" Zehn Fang asked in her nicest voice. Course upon hearing that the bar tender nearly choked on the expensive bottle of rum.
"Um… I'm sorry Miss. but I'm not clear what you are talking about." The bartender said, clearly nervous now.
"Well maybe my associate can assist in helping you remember." Schmidt said as he nods to Yang. Before the Bartender could realize what he was talking about, Yang had already reached a crossed the bar and slammed his head on the bar. This caused the few bar patrons to take notice but Schmidt held up his hand. Both giving them a silent motion to not get involved as well as a view of the 45. Colt hanging from under his blazer. "I'll ask what she asked again. Who has been hitting Don Trafficante and Jefe Lopez businesses?"
"Mierda, could you not tipped me?" The Bar Tender said as he holds his bleeding nose. Yang was about to reach over again but he quickly responded before she did so again. "Wait, Mierda alright. I don't know much alright. He'll I wasn't aware of anything till I was told someone would be looking for information. And to pass it onto them."
This caught the three's attention who waited for him to catch himself. After a few minutes of bleeding he then regals them. "According to these two. Both Don Trafficante and Jefe Lopez disturbed some religious grounds. Deep in the swamp lies a lost Spanish settlement, don't ask me where I don't know which swamp alright."
"So they came after them for disturbing their land? Seems a waste of time and people considering they can't even pants themselves." Yang remarks, finding the whole thing ridicules.
"Yeah well they are fanatical. Them and their leader." The Bartender explains as he grabs a hand towel to clean his face. As he does he then said, "Apparently they call him, El Conductor."
The Poet, Play writer, The conductor, Artisan,
"The Conductor?" Schmidt said with a raised brow.
"Yeah, real avant-garde type if you ask me. But regardless of their whole crazy cult they have more guys than you thugs have bullets." The bartender said with a less then subtle hint of distain in his voice. Yang quickly grabs his tie and pulls him close. About to give him a jab to the nose when a fan tapped her hand from the side. Zehn Fang had stopped Yang for a moment but let her keep holding the rude bartender.
"Regardless, is there anything else you'd like to share? Preferably without the rudeness." Zehn Fang asked.
"That's all I know." The bartender said before Yang purposely threw a jab close to his head. Making the bartender shriek a bit in fear. "I don't know anything else! I swear! That's all they told me!"
"And who are they?" Yang asked.
"The two broads. They came in, ordered drinks for everyone. Even had some girls come in. I don't remember their names but they told me everything and how people like you would come around asking questions." The Bartender explains in a fit of panic before Yang lets him go. He takes a moment to catch his breath before reaching behind him. "They also said to hand the one who asked this."
He then reaches behind him. He places a poster and three playing cards. Looking at the poster it depicts two naked women painted like Skeletons. Their breasts were covered by large fans made of feathers and bones. At the top it reads, "House of Des Étrrange touring Cabaret club of wonder! Tampa Bay, May 6th-18th in Blackwater Hammock park!"
The cards themselves were playing cards but hand drawn over them were skulls with flowers in the eyes and marked with a strange symbol. Neither one had seen such a symbol before but it invoked a feeling of disturbance and revolution. As they inspect the cards, the bartender explains. "Apparently the only way to get in is if you present this at the door. Otherwise, you can't get in."
"Hmm… is Blackwater Hammock park close?" Schmidt asked as he inspected the graffitied Five of Hearts
"Um yeah it's just north of here, follow N 30th street north and you should see I-BANG!" Before the Bartender could finish a gunshot goes off and his brains suddenly splattered all over the wall. Shocking all three as they turned around to see about a dozen of these craze lunatics from before standing. One at the front was holding a smoking flintlock.
"¡Mátalos a todos! ¡H' uhrig h' unah!" A female voice among the mud men screamed before charging towards the three. Shocked the three barely had time to draw their weapons before they were descended upon by the naked maniacs. A few patrons raced to the back while one attempted to run out the front, sadly only to be cut down by a shive made from a broken bottle.
Schmidt tries to pull is Colt from his underarm holster but the one cultist grabbed his arm and tried to smash him with a club. Schmidt grabbed his arm before delivering a strong headbutt to the staggering cultist. Quickly reach behind he slit the cultist with his knuckle duster knife. As the body fell her then lunges at two other, using his combat knowledge of brutal trench warfare to savagely tear these mud people apart. Unlike last time, he was equipped to handle these rabid mongrels. As he broke their whittle bones, Yang and Zehn Fang can be seen facing the hoard on their own. Yang easily beat the three creeps off her backside with her bare hands. They tried to penetrate her backside with their tiny makeshift pricks. Course her aura provided more than sufficient protection. Along with protection she used her unnatural strength to break the attackers in half without even firing off a shot from her wrist mounted shotguns. Zehn Fang however was more graceful in comparison to the two assumed Americans. Pulling a rather long switchblade from her garter she glides around the charging cultists, delivering powerful kicks with precise strikes before immobilizing them with one inch punches. Finally ending the combatants from single strikes. Her skill in Taijijian had not diminished in the land of opportunity. In fact it's argued that her skills had improved from her role within the Tongs.
After easily killing the twelve with little effort the three stood in the bar, looking over the carnage. As they looked around, they silently ask themselves why they were attacked. This speak easy wasn't under Don Trafficante and Jefe Lopez protection nor were they ever associate with the two. Yet they seem to have targeted them. More questions than answers, but none that can be answered. Not right away. So with nothing else Schmidt walks over to the counter, still coated in the bar tenders brains and pluck the two cards from the bar. Handing the Eight of Diamonds to Zehn Fang and the Three of Clubs to Yang. Exiting out of the bar, a crowed as well as some coppers can be seen surrounding Zehn Fang's car. Pushing through, they soon discover a horrifying sight. The boo how doy in charged of keeping watch is face down on the ground, blood leaking from multiple holes and the back of his head beaten to hell. It's a wonder how they didn't hear him from within the bar. Sadly they could not stick around. Police questioning them would lead to unnecessary delays or if their recent encounter more fights with these strange people. They huffed it to Blackwater Hammock Park.
The walk would have been shorter if they had the car, but within an hour of walking they arrived at the park. At the center seemed to be a rather large circus tent, practical an eye sore for those who notice it's distorted color schemes. Strange purplish smoke seemed to be immitted from the few tears in the roof of the tents. Though doubtful that they smell like plums. The whole thing feels uneasy but if anything that bartender told them was true, this was the next stop on their investigation of these attacks. Heading towards the entrance they were stopped by two large men covered in tattoos.
"Whoa now, if y'wan' to step inta the House of Des Étrrange, ya gotta prove ya done tumbled down a rabbit hole!" The bouncer said as he held up his hand to stop the three.
"I think this should cover it." Schmidt said holding up the card he got from the bar. Zehn Fang and Yang did the same with their own cards. The Bouncer looks over the cards before taking them. Giving a strange remark with each one.
"Five of y'all's hearts? Wantin' change, but lookin' at a man who ain't budgin'. First off, anyway." He remarks taking Schmidts card.
"Eight of Diamonds, cher? You lookin' for some prosperity, money, or respect? Maybe you want it all, 'cause them young gals over in the east ain't got none." He said to Zehn Fang as he takes her card.
"Three o' Clubs. Oh cher, that's a tough break. Life done took you away and set you on a crooked road. I ain't seein' nothin' good down any of 'em. All roads gonna lead to trouble." He said taking Yangs cards.
That was… oddly cryptic of the bouncer to say but despite that, they were allowed entry without much problem. Though what they walked in was… unexpected. Especially for a cheap cabaret club.
Play "A little Party Neve Killed Nobody" By Fergie for added effect.
Pushing through the multiple linins that are stained with an odder that had a mixture of sweet heavy scented spices, over ripened fruit, and other scents that clearly indicated that someone had used them as sheets in an opium den. Pushing past these raggedy linins they came into a massive room. It looks as if they entered a palace of the debauchery. A functioning bar, with a dance floor hosting many drunks of various backgrounds. Thrashing about in unbridle cavort to electrified jazz. To the sidelines of the dance, lied out multiple sofa's, with many lying about smoking puffs of the hard stuff, chasing after that purple dragon while whores seemed to take advantage of them in an open display of hedonistic exhibitionism. Then there was the staffers, even the bartender behind the counter seemed incredibly handsome. Men and women who clearly were staff were beautiful, barely a flaw seen as the they wore little that leaves to the imagination, serving trays of drinks and decadent sweet cakes to those moving between the dance floor and the orgies. It was a bit much even for the those who offer such services.
"Just what in the hell we walked into?" Yang remarks feeling a bit uncomfortable by seeing such an open display of excess.
"For once, I think I agree with you." Zehn Fang remarks as she covers her nose.
Schmidt gives a small gulp as this scene made him more uncomfortable. He had run whore houses before but this… there is a line decency even in brothels. This place seemed to break every taboo. As he scanned the scene, he just then noticed an opening at the bar. He then instructed to his companions, "Come on… let's just get this over with."
Following him as he tries not to touch any of the derange party goers. God knows where there hands went. Yang and Zehn Fang followed as well, trying hard not to touch anything or anyone. As they made their way to the bar, Yang felt something grabbing her robotic wrist. A rather bloated man with a combover grabbed ahold of her, seemingly trying to pull her towards the side.
"Come on mommy! Baby wants to have fun!" He said as he tried to pull her to a nearby couch.
"What!? No, get off me fat ass!" Yang said as she pulled her wrist out of his grip. He then tries again to grab her to which she gives a hard right jab to her face.
"Aw you hit me!" He shouts as he pulls his hand away from his face, revealing a bloody nose. His angry face then turned sadistic as he mutters, "Do it again!"
"What?!" Yang remarks before he grabbed his leg, dry humping it with a devious look upon his face.
"Hit me again? I've been a bad bad bad boy! Beat me! Beat me harder mommy!" He pleads with a hedonistic smirk on his face creeping the hell out of Yang as he licked her leg.
"Hey!" Schmidt said as he kicked the man off her leg. "If you want a beating, I'll happily give you a beat."
"No! I want the big titty blonde to beat me! Not some freak!" The fat man said as he was about to get up when Schmidt pulls out his gun.
"Say freak one more time fatass." Schmidt threatens when the music abruptly ends. Crowd seems to go quiet as they now noticed Schmidt with a gun. However a loud voice can be heard from upstairs.
"Ladie, Gent, y'all just stay calm now. Dis here be da House of de Des Étrangers! Ain't no Yankee shootin' gallery, cher!" A young women said up on top of the Balcony. She was joined by another who looked exactly like her. Caramel skinned and brown frizzled hair with looks that indicated a mixture of African and European heritage. They shared a similar heterochromia with Blue and Green but in reverse. Along with that one seemed to style their hair differently with the one speaking having a neater boyish bob with pressed sideburns. Her twin seemed to have longer yet wilder hair. Their clothes both matching, were a raggedy set sewn together. Purple corsets with a red Ring Leaders Jacket. With a set of dirty browning wedding skirts that barely hides their stockings or the garter belts that holds them up. Throwing back their top hat, the other equally gives a commanding call to this circus of hedonism.
"We here, we take pride in givin' folks what dey crave. We let da good times roll for everybody. But dese three, we sorry, but it's all business, no fun." The other said as a spot light shines down on Yang, Schmidt, and Zehn Fang. The Crowed seems backing away, eying them with a suspicious glance before the women continued. "Partly 'cause of this here mix-up, we gon' make all dem drinks at our Barre du péché free while y'all are hangin' out!"
This caused a sudden mood change in the crowed. Once fearful and angry eyes now turned to joy and ecstasy as they now rushed to the bar with hoots and hollers. Confused the three looked up to see the two seemingly inviting the three up to their suit. Pointing to the side where a set of stairs with there cane before slinking away. Taking this as an invitation, the three moved through the crowed towards the stairs and headed up to the suit.
This caused a sudden mood change in the crowed. Once fearful and angry eyes now turned to joy and ecstasy as they now rushed to the bar with hoots and hollers. Confused the three looked up to see the two seemingly inviting the three up to their suit. Pointing to the side where a set of stairs with their cane before slinking away. Taking this as an invitation, the three moved through the crowed towards the stairs and headed up to the suite.
Upstairs they found a makeshift room, with a private bar, walk in wardrobe, a table laid with fats and sugar, and a bed littered with doped up men and women with nothing but a drug induced smile plasters on their face. The two who invited them can be seen on the coach. Smoking tar from pipes. As they do they seem to be whispering to a skull that had a strange carving on the front.
"Well, tu as fini d'avoir notre invite, yeah?" One of the girls said as she takes a hit from her pipe. Her voice seemingly changed a bit. Less pompous performance and more southern seductress.
"Cher, come on and have a seat. We was just discuter with our buddy 'bout some of our own entreprise." The other said pointing to the lounge seat across from them.
"… So, interesting set up you have here." Yang said uncomfortably as she takes a seat, only for a chicken to suddenly pop out, frightening her briefly.
"Oui, but it's our lil' treat, y'know? Like they say, Ars longa, vita brevis especially when we see how quick and fragilité time flies, like them grains o' Saturn." The other said as she shoo's the chicken aside. Placing down the skull on the table.
"Speaking of time, then we can get to the chase." Schmidt said unimpressed by whatever performance these two think they are pulling.
"Ooooh, take it easy, chère. We got temps fo' da fun. So, have grand vieux temps while ya still can, y'hear?" The other remarks as she sticks a Cuban cigar into the mouth of the skull. Lighting it and letting the skull smoke one expensive cigar.
"Zhè liǎng gè dōu shì làngfèi shíjiān." Zein Fang mutters to herself to which surprisingly the sisters responded in Mandarin.
"Nǐ yǐjīng huāle hěnduō shíjiān zuòděng lái zhǎo wǒmenle, shì ba?" Both said creepily at the same time. Putting Zehn Fang on edge the two raised their hands and proceeded to reverted back to their soft but sinister words.
"Maybe we oughta say who we are, huh? No sense in scarin' the killers who's already jumpy." One of them said.
"Oh sista', where the fun in dat, huh? But tu as raison, dey only seen us once." The other remarks a bit sad that they have to end their teasing. She then places down the opium pipe before the longer haired one then introduced herself, "Ma name's Adelina."
"An' I, Nina." The other shorter hair one followed up.
"We be da Boutin twinnin'." Both said at the same time. Followed creepily together, "Hostess an' Queen of travellin' Des Étrangers cabaret club."
"Uh huh… well I'm…" Before Schmidt could finish Adelina interrupted him.
"Monsieur Jacob Schmidt. Almost a made man in dat windy city. A tough guy, but still holds to his fam'ly. We know who you be, Monsieur Schmidt. La Chose Estrange De L'au dela done spoke of your coming, cher."
"Fortune tellers as well? Great as if you two creeps were not more of a stereotype." Yang said as she leans back in her seat.
"Don't be puttin' us next to no two-bit, off-boat Racaille de gitans. We ain't makin' future tellin' with no cards… we just gettin' our vérité from the man at the crossroads. Papa Legba he come 'round a lot, but we prefer chattin' with la Barron instead." Nina said before eyeing the Jewel around Yangs neck. "Well, we sure récupérez-nous some sacramentaux? That's what really gets our blood pumpin', like you keepin' a few little treasures that catch your eye."
"Uh huh. You interested?" Yang said as she held up her necklace, showing off the crystal. "Well sorry this one ain't for sale."
"oh s'il te plait enfant." Adelina said before reaching under the table. Pulling a similar looking jewel but mug bigger. "We got three of 'em, cher.."
"Well, we more curieuse 'bout the ladies wearin' dem Auld Glaikit binds." Nina said seductively looking at Yangs assets. The way she said and her eye staring longingly at her mad Yang feel incredibly uncomfortable. Covering herself Schmidt quickly intervened to change the conversation.
"Getting back to the reason we are here." Schmidt said before interrupted again Adelina.
"To figure out 'bout da King in da swamp. Oh la la. For a big ol' monstre, you sho' are easy to lire." Adelina said rolling her eyes. She then looks down at the skull before talking to it. "Maybe it's dem pills dat da quacks fait, lui a donné. Turned him into a dullard like any pauvre imbécile shufflin' in our doors."
"Oh, y'all stop messin' with ow invitées now. Maybe we oughta jump in and partager a lil' story with 'em." Nina suggests as she reaches into a bag. Pulling out a strange black powders.
"We don't have time for story's." Zehn Fang remarks only for Nina to blow the powder on the lit cigar. Causing a small poof of fire followed by an ungodly smell.
"Take it easy, cher. Clear yer mind. Y'all love a good tale, don't ya. And like Tzu done said; If ya know yo' enemy an' ya know yerself, ain't no need to fret 'bout the outcome of a hundred fights.." Nina said to Zehn Fang before pulling back into her seat. As she does the view pulls into the smoke as the twins Narrate. "Our tale starts like all tales done, with a well-known family of nombility."
"A lil noble house named Olea de Reynoso had some de grands rêves. Laid up them plans when dem settlers was just startin' out on this land. But lemme tell ya, dey wasn't ready, comin' from a family all 'bout the arts, not explorin' or conquête. But boy, Ambition sure is a wild temptress." Nina narrates as the smoke formed characters of this story. With a man and a wife sailing into St. Augustine from Spain. They carried had with them mainly artistically tools with very few items needed to survive the swamplands of Florida. "Off into the wild they go, trudgin' through lands that ain't too amicale, losin' most of their colons along the way."
The scene shows nearly three hundred settlers carrying supplies through the wilderness. Being mauled by Alligators, dropping dead from various tropical diseases, and shot up by multiple arrows from hostile natives. As they were, the focus returned to the head of the exploration which was led by a handful of the Olea de Reynoso. Adelina begins narrating where her twin left off. "Afta jours of wanderin', de head of de Olea de Reynoso expedition, dis fella Beltrané Olea de Reynoso, got sick une nuit an' had him a dream. A strange swamp, donde de ground was solid enough to build a place, where rivers could bring in spices an' take 'em out. An' de land was rich, good for growin' crops, all under a city made o' gold. De next day, he bounced back an', like some kinda miracle, dey found de spot he dreamed 'bout. So dey named dat settlement Ore Real. Bien sûr, just like in his dreams, dat swamp looked perfect for settlin'. A lil' hard to reach by land, an' it'd be years 'fore dey could make a way through de water, but it could keep de isolée settlement goin' for decades."
"If dere be more proof to claim dat land, den on da day dey set up camp, Don's Beltrané Olea de Reynoso's wife jus' had herself a little gal, her hair shinin' like gold in da sun, like da city in his dreams. One year after settlin' in da bayou, he started teachin' her da fine arts. By da time she could jabber, her first words wasn't sweet nothings pour son père et sa mère but singin' praises to da muses of poetry, literature, an' theater. She was a real little artiste, dat girl, quotin' poems an' plays from memory like she wrote 'em all. A true prodige in dem swamp." Nina said as the scene shifts to a golden blonde child with Emerald eyes being born in the swamp. Years passed by and she is seen giving rehearsal plays to her toys, idle swamp critters, and the colonist who stopped to watch. The scene then shifts to the center of town where a beautiful wooden theater was built. It seemed the entire town had come to see the show. Nina continued narrating though this time a bit darker. "Dis be where dis story takes a turn for de worst. For five long years, de communauté was doin' good. To celebrate, dey set to throw a big ol' party at de tout nouveau théâtre. Beltrané Olea de Reynoso's daughter done wrote a sweet play, said to be a cadeau from El Rey Del Pantano, so on dat night, de whole town was buzzin' like a pot o' gombo. What went down next, nobody knows, 'cause only de slaves couldn't watch de show, and for that they lived. Dere was laughter, dere was tears… den a faire taire before de screams came pourin' out. A fire broke loose, and not one soul in dat crowd made it out.
The scene shows the slaves outside witnessing the entire theater going up in flames. Many tried to claw their way out but none could. One slave tried to tear open a window to save those inside, only to get a glimpse of inside. What he saw was so horrifying he ripped out his own eyes. As he screams in terror the view pulls into his mouth before emerge back in the Suite with the five. Adelina stroking the skulls cheek bone continued the story. "Dey done shared what went down after marchin' back east. But after a couple a' failed trips lookin' for dat lost settlement, de colony was called done for and nobody ain't never hear from dem again… till now."
"So… what? The two mob bosses are under attack by isolated swamp hicks?" Yang asked aloud.
"More like vengeful lost spirits, chérie. Just like you, but ain't got the same un ensemble d'actifs attractif, ya carring." Nina comments again staring at Yangs tits again.
"And how is this any but useful? So far it seems you have wasted our time." Zehn Fang said now thoroughly annoyed by the twins.
"Oh, not at all. We was just stalling with you trois Ms. East." Adelina said with a shrug earning a wide eye look from all three.
"… Stalling?" Schmidt asked.
Just then came a set of loud screams from downstairs. Getting up and off the lounge chair, Schmidt walked over to the Balcony. There a hoard of those yellow drabbed mud people can be seen slaughtering everyone. There was triple the numbers of them and all of the attendees were to busy crawling each other to put up a fight.
"Christe you led them to us?!" Schmidt said as he reached for his pistol.
"We been hopin' to see for ourselves how true it is dat dey look for celles who done stirred up de waters." Adelina said with a simple shrug as she gets off the couch. "Looks like what we done done riled 'em up more."
"Oh, yeah. Great plan! Piss off an enemy of unknown origins, spin a fairy tale to distract the people looking for them and let us deal with them bare handed!" Yang said sarcastically as her eyes flash red for just a moment as spins to face the twins only for a shotgun thrusted into her hands.
"Oui, but not barehanded." Nina said's showing a hidden compartment under the table. A small stockpile of guns. Big guns. "Now, Voyons ce que vous pouvez faire."
She throws Schmidt a springfield Rifle, and Zehn Fang and MP18 SMG. Not sure why they have such firepower but now was not the time to question why. Taking stock, the three simple shrugged and turned towards the oncoming hoards of yellow clothed swamp dwellers that were tearing apart their victims bellow.
Yang leapt down landing on the dance floor with the shotgun in hand, cocking the slide back she raised her shotgun and blasted the first cultist who got in her way. She twirled around the other cultist before splattering the attacking crazed mud man's brains out over the ground. One of the craze grabs the shotgun trying to take it out of her hand only for to let go of the shotgun and revolver two quick jabs to the attackers face. As he falls to the ground, another tried to sneak up behind and stab her only to have her brains splattered onto the ground from 30.06. By the stairs, Schmidt chambers another round before blasting another swamp man. Taking aim her fired off another shot, then another. He wasn't trained as a sharp shooter but can pick off these craze swamp dwelling lunatics with ease. As he quickly loads and stripper clip into his rifle one of the cultists charges at him with a club. Ducking under the swipe he turned the rifle around and swatted the creep away. Pulling his colt out he blasted two before quickly finishing reloading his rifle. As he takes aim, Zehn Fang, twirls around him. From the hip she sprays a hail of death blindly mowing down a handful of the swamp folks. She used the magazine to catch a strike from a swipe from a swamp folk. Hooking the magazine around the back of the neck, she twisted the figure around before throwing him into the crowd. Quickly reloading she fired from the hip. Shredding those in a large crowd.
As she reloads her SMG, her back presses up against someone. A quickly glance she see's Yang. Reloading her shotgun. She turned back to the enemies that was in front of her. Three bummed rushed to two. But they quickly flipped over them with extreme athleticism. Mid air, Yang got off two shoots of double-O buck shots. Landing on her feet rights beside Zehn Fang, they looked up to see the two of the three dead on the ground with the third one only grazed. Struggling to remain on his feet before being impaled through the back of the skull by Schmidt's combat knife.
Throwing the punk to the ground he quickly cleans his blade before being rushed by another set of swamp folks. Charging at Schmidt he lifts his rifle and fired from the hip. Blasting the head clean off one before turning the rifle around and clubbing the other over the head. Taking a few extra swings to bash in the downed swamp man's head in clean with his rifle. As he does another tried to sneak up only for Yang to intervened, grabbing the mad man by the neck before throwing him towards two other, with a sickening snap as she does. Now back to back, Schmidt throws away his rifle as the butt had snapped in half. Rendering the damn thing an oversized pistol. Pulling his cult he blasted two swamp men while Yang delivered an uppercut with shotgun blast to the one charging forward. A fourth and fifth rushed up besides and tried to tackle only for the two to side step. Schmidt using his brass knuckles while Yang her bare fist smashed their heads in together.
As blood and brains spilled out onto their knuckles. A sixth cultist nearly tackles Schmidt, but pushes him back against the bar. Schmidt pushes away the shive he used before spinning him around. Pinning the swamp man to the bar before delivering a powerful haymaker to the jaw. A secondary punch let loose the swamp man's loose teeth with the third smashing his brittle jaw. As he delivered the fourth and killing blow another grabbed ahold of his shoulder only for him to loose it. Zehn Fang delivers a kick from the one she had freed his hand from. Joining Schmidt with her switch blade and jade hairpin as her SMG was spent. The two spotting two more rushed over. With Schmidt tackling the swamp man over before delivering a fatal curb stop. Zehn Fang summersaults over the other, before impairing him in the back of the neck with her hair pin. Turning to quickly throw her switch at one that was rushing over. The figure drops dead and the view pulls back to reveal three exhausted criminals looking around at the gore and blood shed they had a hand in.
As they tried to catch their breath they fail to notice one cultist, a rather young women seemingly trying to crawl through the carriage. To grab ahold of one with a makeshift shiv. Yet before she could even make it a loud automatic fire could be heard and she was ripped to shreds. Caught off the guard the three nearly jumped as they turned to see the now dead girl, followed by crackling howls. Looking up they see the twins, laughing and applauding with Nina holding a smoking custom B.A.R with pistol grip.
"Laissez les bon temps rouler! Y'all three be da warriors of da Flavian Amphitheater!" Adelina said as she clapped approvingly.
Annoyed Yang flipped the two off. "Fuck you! You just had us do your dirty work!"
"An' how magnifique y'all three rolled 'round in de mud. Like a modern-day Kushti, but more fancy-like." Nina said before a creepy smirk spreads over her face as her sister leans over cupping her sister in a rather suggestive manner.
"An' some érotique." Adelina said as she groped her own sister, with her free hand running down her skirt.
"…. What the hell is wrong with you two." Schmidt said in discuss at the sight of the two.
"Oh plenty things, cher. We be folle like you! Only us, we ain't ashamed. No hiding behind no blue pill, non!" Nina said as she and her sister walks back into their suite. Not particularly interested in more games. Schmidt heads for the stairs with Yang and Zehn Fang following. Upon arriving they find the two pulling bottles from the nearby bar. As they inspect them, they tossed the ones they didn't care for over their shoulders. With one almost hitting Schmidt.
"Aw, where that at? You leave it by the whiskey, sœur?" Nina asked her sister as she tossed a bottle of spice rum over her shoulder.
"Naw, ain't no way I'd mess up like dat for the third time... well, looky here. Wood Alcohol. Jes' like Ogu aimerait ça." Adelina said as she pulls it off the shelf. As she turns around Yang throws a punch, only missing Adelina's face by an inch.
"Enough of your pointless games!" Yang said with a fury. "You brought us here to your twisted club, with the promise of telling us where these swamp freaks live, only to have us clean up your god damn mess! Tell us right now where they are or Oum help me I will break faces in so bad, that you couldn't tell the difference between your lips and your rear's!"
"Hmm, dat's some Des trucs coquine." Nina said as she leans off the bar beside her sister. Pausing to look at Schmidt who had an equally angry sneer. She then remarked "You done teach her that kinda behavior? Hmm, how Ouvert-d'esprit ya be, like a modern-day Baimei Shen. Maybe we oughta make a scarifier for the first bite."
Yang lets go of Adelina and grabs Nina by her performance coat. Smashing her against the bar beside her sister even more angry then before, "I'm not some god damn piece of meat! Now tell us right now where the King in the swamp is!"
"If you say so, enfant." Nina said before suddenly blowing that strange black powder into Yangs face.
Adelina quickly throws the bottle of Wood Alcohol at Schmidt and Zehn Fang, burning him slightly as he accidentally inhales it the fumes. Zehn Fang didn't accidentally inhaled and was able to throw her switchblade at the twins, however Nina pushed the dazed Yang in the way. Her Aura protected her as the knife bounced off her. Not missing a beat, Adelina pulled a trick bottle, causing the floor beneath her, her sister, and Yang to open and sending the three down. The two laughing manically as they take Yang away. Schmidt who barely caught his breath rushes to the trap door only to be to late as it closes. He could only call out to Yang as the scene cuts to black.
The scene then repones on the same couch, this time with a blindfold Yang on it. Despite not being tied she seems to be moving about as if she were. As the scene pulls away, it reveals on the table is a doll that looks like her. With twine binding the doll, as it sits there. Strangly there is a secound one that oddly resembles the writer, Wombag. Also bound in twin. Just then the two mysterious figures appeared on screen. Similar from the previous chapter they were wearing cloaks as they sat down besides Yang.
"Well, well, well… seems this party has A commencé en trombe, No?" A very familiar voice said as the mysterious women let's down her hood, revealing herself as Adelina.
"Oui, quite a show. But atlas time has was écourter and just when it was getting good." The other said before removing her hood to reveal herself as Nina. Seems both the Boutin twins are running the end sequence commentator. "So résumer, Schmidt and Yang took it upon themselves to find the mysterious leader of this tierce personne. They were approached by Su Zehn Fang who offered her help in exchange for credit of da glory, only to get into skirmish with the folks out on the Bayou. That lead them to us. Le magnifique, Boutin Twins."
She pauses as she and Adelina strikes a pose, beside Yang who seems to be gagging with muffles of rage. Adelina then picked up after her sister. "And after a bit of story telling. Or is it a leçon d'histoire? The kind folks of that lost colony came to pay us a visit, Comme c'est impoli."
"We then provide the tools and allowed them to divertir us." Nina said before leaning up against Yang. "Like how Ms. Long will divertir us."
She can be seen, pressing her hands up against Yang in a rather suggestive manner. Cupping a feel as her hand moved under Yangs shirt, feeling up her tit before letting go. To which Yang could do nothing but grr though her gag.
"But, les affaires avant le plaisir. We have some cards with questions and comments to read, thus we shall read them." Nina said as she pulls out some cards with questions and comments on them. "Shall you do the les honneurs sœur?"
"Do I have to? I did it dans le last chapter." Adelina moans in annoyance as she feels up the other side of Yang.
"Bien, bien I'll answer these Spectateurs des arts myself." Nina said as she rolls her eyes and begins to read the answers to all comments and questions. While her sister continued to grope Yang.
From BlackWing8: yes… Honte too. We have both seen better blood orgies at less affaires formelles.
Oui, as do all those in the field of criminality. No such thing as Honneur parmi les voleurs.
Weird? Oh tu nous flattes but we be no kid. We are… well, maybe be plus jeune que toi. Or older. Whatever convient à notre needs should the finger be pointed at nous.
I'm glad you apprécié. As for the meaning with Yang. I'm sorry Mon cher … that's reserved pour un autre Arc. Despite the saying, China town can not be forgotten.
Thanks for writing BlackWing8.
From Enigma2: Aw, so it has… nous l'avons reçu and saved your work. Now to answer ta question. There is one place. Such a volaille et fou place that not even to most chaotic of all outer gods ever set foot on. For there are Truely les choses sont pires là-bas. A place they call with utter peur… OHIO!
Thanks for writing Enigma2
From ZoyeZest: oh oh oh… we have another one. My dear ZoyeZest. Comme nous l'avons dit au vendeur précédent… nous n'achetons pas. Vous n'êtes pas le premier à poser la question ni certain d'être le dernier, mais la réponse ne changera jamais. Non.
Thanks for writing ZoyeZest
From Crimson Weresloth: Baise-moi, ma sœur, ou les deux ? Oh darling… we don't like Gingers… unlike our new play thing, Ms. Long. Gingers have pas d'âme.
Thanks for writing Crimson Weresloth.
From Dustiniz117: Merci Beaucoup Monsier Dustuniz117.
Well we both found c'est assez ennuyeux. And neither of us wishes to read through such des questions insignifiantes unless of course it has a few orgies or coked up fights in-between. But it seems you, l'hôte, and the audience agree. Oh well. Ainsi va la vie.
Thanks for writing Dustiniz117
"Now with this complete." Nina said dropping the questionnaire cards pausing to turn to Yang. She is still being feeled up by her sister Adelina. Giving a nod the two then pulled out cultist looking knives and cut the shirt off Yang. Revealing her breasts. "I think it's time we have some fun with our new jouer à quelque chose, oui ?"
"Oui ma sœur bien-aimée. Oui." Adelina said as she licks the side of Yang's neck perversely. "Just not while the montre de pervers of course… they hadn't paid us pour le plaisir."
"So right ma sœur bien-aimée." Nina said before looking at the camera. "Tune in to next time, till then please do fav and fol the story pour montrer son soutien. Leave any comment or question ci-dessous and we will respond. Till then. Jusqu'à la prochaine fois, des étranges."
Nina then pulling out a revolver shoots the camera. The footage crackles as no reception can be seen. However what sounds like Yang's muffled screams of anguish and the haunting laughter of the Boutin twins can be heard.