Post by omnimancer on Jun 9, 2012 17:16:20 GMT -4
Cat light eyes light up like fire as the streetlights of the LA street department shown from their unnatural irises. Omnimancer paced in the shadows, heightened feline senses attuned to the world around him as he lurked around the base. Normally he would play a game and let those of his carnivale sit in jail for a while, humor them with some time behind bars before finally breaking them ou. However, this particular event was in the way of his fun. This time it was the tiger tamer who was behind bars, and the Omnimancer really needed the guy. Despite Guiness the tiger having an empathic bond forged between each member of the Carnivale by the one and only Omnimancer, the larg cat was rather temperamental with the absence of his ring master.
And Omni really wanted to have Guiness run around in circles leaping through flaming hoops, to see if he could race the cat one on one - and Guiness wasn't cooperating as well. So damn it, he needed that tiger tamer.
From what he had heard in his connections to whatever criminal sludge lurked within the streets of LA, this department had a kind of 'go to gal' when it came to the less than savory bunch he tended to surround himself with. If it was this so called Viden that landed his man behind bars then...well he'd have to pay this person a visit and give them a good talking to! Didn't they know how precious tiger tamers were now adays? So that's what he was doing here now, 11 PM, stalking around a police station like a creeper stalker person cat thing with great taste and impeccable timing...usually.
For the most part no one stuck out, just the police officers or the crooks being let out and all that jazz - it didn't seem Viden was really one of their own, so he was looking for people that were completely unassuming in any way. It was a lovely thing, this cat-like nightvision of his, for without it he never would have picked out the brunette mouse of a girl leaving the station. From the tree within which he was perched his head tilted to the side, much in the way a puppy did when curious or amused. That was the most anassuming person as of yet - he'd put his vodka on that one! But, if he wanted have a talk and wag his finger at the real Viden he was going to have to make sure this chick was the real deal.
So, without any more ado he made his way out of the tree, by climbing further up it and, by way of some power line tight walking, got to the roof of the building. Crouching down on all fours he fused his body to the ceiling, traveled through there a bit like some building caught virus, until he finally came to the security room that held all the footage he was after. Phasing out of the ceiling he dropped silently to the floor, completely hidden in the dark back side of the room save for the light of the moniters glinting off his inhuman eyes and giving a slight shimmer from his satin laced vest. With footfall quieter than a butterfly's wing beat he approached the two men from behind, and before they could say 'Great Houdini!' his hands phased in and out of their skulls, essentially knocking them unconcsious.
Pouting out his lower lip slightly his foot pushed at the base of one of the wheeled chairs, scooting both the officers away before he leaned over the computer systems, eyeing the monitors. "Alright babies, let's see what ya wanna give me." With that he closed his eyes, pressing his hands onto each computer system. The towers buzzed, crackled and lit up bright with life as he fused in with them, opening up his eyes with codes streaming down his irises like a regular scene from the Matrix. At his mental command the machines searched for the face in his mind and brought up all the footage of the girl he had seen. She appeared to be creeping around in a few, and he knew slight of hand when he saw it (despite her slight of hand being terrible compared to a circus master like he), so he thought this was indeed the Viden he was looking for.
Releasing the bond with the machines he scooted the guards back in their places before walking a few steps behind them, reaching up to fuse his hands into the ceiling befor giving a short, squealish little shout, making the guards jerk awake as he once again vanished into the walls of the building.************
After gathering his greatest knife thrower and the skilled acrobat female of his group he tracked the woman to her home - both from scent he had picked up and her personal information which he pulled from the machines. "So how you wanna handle this, boss? Quick and dirty, just get it outta her and leave?" Omnimancer frowned a bit as they approached the woman's house, crossing his arms and tilting his head. "Oh, no, we're guests in her house after all so let's entertain her at least! Where's the fun in dining and dashing, hmm?" With that they seperated, making their way around the home to places he assigned them before he walked up to the walls of the house, pushed, and fused with the structure.
Phasing about in the walls he took an opportunity to look around, his eyes appearing like dark smudges in the paint as he searched out the woman. If she was in jammies or something this was going to be embarrassing for the poor girl! After all, he and his other carnies were so well decorated, and PJs were always very bland...
Once the girl was in his sights he waited until her back was turned, a silent signal coming from him with help of his amalgampathic bond to order the others to move. Stepping out of the wall he crossed his arms, raising a brow and adopting a rather dubious face as he stared at the light curls adorning her features. "Please tell me you're actually Viden - because if you aren't this is going to be preeeety embarrassing." What? He liked his theatrics like any fun loving mischief maker, but there came a time when you wanted to know what you wanted to know right then and there - theatrics could come later.
One does not simply deny theatrics.