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Post by Puck on Jun 21, 2015 7:43:02 GMT
As far as supernaturals and the rest of the human society were concerned, the Magician’s Guild has always been seen as a rather snobby place for a group of magical nerds. Nerds, yes, but useful indeed. But at the same time, they pose as dangerous individuals with their knowledge of the arcane arts. This would be especially true when there is an absolute madman causing problems for everyone, thus warranting a call for volunteers to eliminate the plight. A woman in white sat in the midst of a cafe. It was a seemingly lonesome place with a lacking number of patrons. A shame it is as this establishment actually had some decent brews accompanied with some nice piano music from the corner. Nevertheless, it was a perfect place for a meet-up. Her scarlet eyes smoothly surveyed around her surroundings as she sipped from the warm plastic cup of coffee in a dull brown cardboard ring to protect her delicate fingers. She was waiting for someone. Or at least multiple "someones". Regardless, this was the place that they were all to meet. Would they be up to the job? She wasn’t quite sure. But they were the best she got and all the other Enforcers that the Guild had already had their hands tied up in other countries. She would have to make do and hope these volunteers can get the job done. The Magician sighed in the wafting aroma of her warm coffee. They should be here any time now.
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Post by shaw on Jun 23, 2015 21:09:25 GMT
Shaw was having on his casual outfit for the time being, his basic attire consisted of a semiprofessional military jacket and his katana. He wanted to be prosperous, but he desired to look like he was a human being of unity as he walked into this coffee shop. It was a space of gathering after all. “…..” Getting a quick mental note of the scenery, Shaw sat down at the seat where the woman that was assuming the white outfit was and motioned over the waitress. “ Expresso, please.” Later the waitress failed to get his coffee, Shaw’s blue eyes would then assemble with the mysterious contact.
Yiaster Shaw, I heard that you had a problem that could use someone of my “talents”. Be that it may, I’m a man of many talents, but you can’t be too sure in this demarcation of study. “ Shaw would say as he toyed with his mitts. Can we begin the debriefing now? Or are you waiting for anyone else? Shaw already took a mental note of the room in itself and his expertise in psychology basically gave him the head sup on the societal norms, along with an initial reaction of a possible “Whose Who” scenario. Long story short, no one seemed suspicious as of yet. When his coffee arrived, Shaw handed the waitress a $5 and started to sip it lightly.
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Post by Petrosinella on Jun 24, 2015 4:19:47 GMT
On one hand it was good that they were doing this at night. There was plenty about her heritage that she didn’t like, but these nightly transformations did come with a sense of security. If they were going to ride all the way out here to talk to a stranger about pummeling demons, or whatever it was going to be, then Padma of course wanted to be prepared for the worst.
On the other hand, she was admittedly a little bit antsier at night. Even when she’d eaten well – and tonight she thankfully had – there was always that extra aggression that wouldn’t go away no matter what she did. There was other stuff too, but she did her best to hide the physical changes when she could. Right now her illusions were masking her extended nails, and teeth, and glowing eyes. She’d look normal. Sort of. For a while, anyway.
Which was good. She didn’t want to freak Rohan out too much. Not that he couldn’t take it, and not that there weren’t freakier hybrids out there, and not that he wasn’t prepared, but well…
…Suffice to say she didn’t have that many friends.
The ride to this coffee shop hadn’t been nearly as long as she’d expected it to be given that she still didn’t know the city all that well. Granted, Rohan was there to guide her along, so that was part of it. Throughout the entire journey she found herself wondering why on earth their mysterious contact had wanted to meet them at a coffee shop of all places in the middle of the night. Do people drink coffee at night?
Maybe she was just sort of bitter because she’d have preferred a burger place. Or a waffle house.
She’d take what she could get.
There wasn’t much to this place. Not many people, not many servers. That was probably the point. There were a pair of people who stood out, though. One was a lady with white hair and a white…well, everything, really. Brady Bunch white. Crayon white. And the guy talking to her was on that same tier of oddly pristine whiteness, or at least, his hair was.
“Uh, so is there supposed to be a thing here, or what?” She asked, turning to Rohan as she gestured to the couple that she’d been staring at.
“Who invited Billy Idol?”
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Post by Not A Wizard on Jun 24, 2015 8:15:24 GMT
Such a hassle.
Rohan considered himself a good person: At least, he tried to be. He helped out when he saw a problem, but he'd never really been one to go looking for it. He didn't volunteer for charity, didn't go looking for crime to fight: You know, like most people. He consoled himself with that last statement, but knew it was basically an excuse. Still, it's not like one guy could possibly solve all the worlds problems, so he simply tried to spread some good as he went. That wasn't so bad, right? And yet he still found himself here, registered for a mission that had nothing to do with him, all for the hope of some 'favors' down the road. And some insistence from his Grandfather.
After all, it was ol'Gramps that made him join the Coalition in the first place.
Honestly, Rohan had very little idea what this mission was about. He'd be on the receiving end of a very livid "discussion" from his Grandfather, whom -insisted- he get out there and carry on the family legacy and what not. It made sense, he supposed: His grandfather had taught him for a reason after all, not just so he could give some rich white people massages and yoga lessons. It was better to do something more helpful with his skills, right? So Rohan didn't particularly mind being sent on whatever bizarre task they had in mind. Within reason, ofcourse. Which made it a whole other moral debate, because it was quite foolish to accept a task before you knew what it -was- right? That's something else Grandfather had said at one point or another, he thought...
Oh well, time to think about that later.
"Hm? Ah, right."
Head out of the clouds, he looked back at Padma as she inquired of him. She looked fine to him, normal even. Which seemed unnatural almost, because he knew by her nature she was supposed to be more restless at night, right? But such were her illusions that he could hardly see a change in her, only her temperament, the way she carried herself gave away that she might have been antsier than usual. Still, he wasn't one to question the obvious, so while logically he knew she should probably look more different, the two and two didn't really match in his head that she might be hiding it, and just assumed maybe she changed less at night than he had thought she did.
"The thing."
Less observant than his hybrid companion, the ki artist took several more moments to survey the room before he identified the pale duo. It was almost unnerving the whiteness of the womans outfit, and general appearance, but it's not like he could really complain. He wasn't even wearing a shirt, really. Who was he to judge others by what they wore? Still, the barest hint of a frown decorated his features, a symptom of what some called his "Resting bitch face syndrome". Pointing at the duo, he strode past Padma, somewhat ignoring her Billy Idol remark. Partly because he had no idea who that was: While not exactly out of touch with society, Rohan didn't really keep up with celebrities or rock stars, so there was really no way for him to know who the Musician was. Also he was pretty sure it was an insult, and he didn't want to demean the people he just met.
"I was only told we'd be meeting one contact from the Guild. That would be...?"
The remark was made as Rohan approached the sitting duo in white, gesturing between the two questioningly. The tall man could have sworn they said the contact was a woman... right? He held his chin and tilted his head at the two as he waited for a response, already lost in his own attempt to remember. He didn't even think to sit down at the table, absorbing himself in his own query and generally forgetting how odd he must have looked towering over them, staring between the two of them like they were some sort of unsolvable puzzle.
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Post by Puck on Jun 24, 2015 16:15:29 GMT
Demi Gough She finally noticed someone was approaching her. Her eyes turned to see a sharp-looking young man with a katana nestled against his waist. He was tall, but not imposing. There is little doubt that he would be a Ki Artist as far as she knew from the responses to the Guild's requests. All of them would be Ki Artists, at least as far as she knew. The Magician silently continued to observe every inch of his appearance as she took another small sip of her caffeinated beverage. "No, not yet," she replied finally with lips pursed and words brief, "There are two more." Her hands gripped together around the warm disposable cup. Despite his appearance, she still felt ever doubtful. The nature of this mission had considerable weight for not just the Guild, but for this whole city as well. It would be of utmost importance to send some of the best Enforcers the Guild had... if only she had such resources. Again, someone came. This time, two people arrived. Unlike Shaw, they seemed less professional by appearance. One seemed enormously tall for a shirtless human in obscure clothing and the other a lithe woman in simple and basic attire. She frowned slightly, but never said anything else about it. Then again, appearances can be deceiving as her teacher admonished her many times. A lesson she continues to blunder at. "Yes, that would be me. Demi Gough of the Metis' Circle. I am... 'pleased' to finally meet you all. But please sit down and introduce yourselves. Time is getting short." Demi was beaming as she spoke, but it would be clear that it was not the most genuine of smiles either. A mix of worry and doubt can be felt even in the words she spoke, but she cannot let this stop her. For now, only these three may take up the burden for the Guild. For what's it worth, at least it wouldn't be her fault if something goes wrong.
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Post by shaw on Jun 24, 2015 18:42:22 GMT
Shaw took another sip of his coffee and made a hand gesture towards the two open chairs at the table when the new arrivals came about. Shaw gave them a quick glance before introducing himself. “Yiaster Shaw, feel free to order yourself a coffee or something. In case we have to leave tonight, it’s going to be a long night in general. “ Shaw was tempted to analyze them, but he didn’t exactly have the time to. The adult female in white seemingly expressed the importance of bearing their full, undivided attention after getting around the glass. Her name was Demi Gough, and her smile meant less than what that facial expression is thought to be. It was a hunch, but Shaw had a feeling that there was a lot more ahead of them in this mission than he originally realized. “ You seem nervous. If the contact isn’t able to keep her cool, it doesn’t necessarily boost the team spirit. I can only speak for myself on some points, but I’d like to think that you’re surrounded by capable people right now. “Maybe it was a bad habit of calling out these out as soon as he notices them, but Shaw wanted to reassure Demi. The atmosphere was getting a little bit hard, which only emphasized the importance of the mission even more. skill utilized
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Post by Petrosinella on Jun 25, 2015 3:35:58 GMT
Demi Gough? What the hell kind of name was that – Jewish or something? Was there such thing as a Jewish mage? Probably. She didn’t look all that Jewish, though. She didn’t really look like anything besides maybe Russian, and that was only because of the hat. Not that Padma really cared all that much where she came from. This was Rohan’s thing. She was here because she didn’t like being left out any more than she liked being chased around by Jesus. If Rohan was right then this could potentially help her with that in the long run. It was good to make friends within the faction especially if you don’t fit into it so well.
The white haired guy seemed like a piece of work. Granted, everyone seemed like a piece of work when she met them while she was like this. It made sense to give him the benefit of the doubt if he was going to be their ally even if he did remind her of any number of 80s rock stars. For all she knew he was some kind of insanely powerful samurai or something. Either way she sure as hell didn’t want to end up on the wrong side of somebody named Yiaster. That was an ass-kicking name.
Speaking of names. Padma only just now realized that she hadn’t introduced herself. “Pretty much everybody calls me Padma.” She said, sitting down beside Yiaster.
Of course that wasn’t really her name, but she’d become too accustomed to it to part with it now. Even “Priya” felt odd and she used it all the time. Damayanti just felt…foreign. Wrong. Mother was the only one who called her that and it was only to differentiate her from her sisters. Come to think of it, she wasn’t sure that she’d ever heard anybody else address her that way. She was more secretive than she realized.
“I dunno about capable, but I’m alright at punching stuff.”
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Post by Not A Wizard on Jun 26, 2015 7:40:44 GMT
"Ah, some concern might be warranted, given the situation. She's only just met us..."
He piped up in the defense of the woman in white, now established as the contact. I knew it was a woman. Silent congratulations to himself aside, his attention shifted between the two of them, only realizing it'd probably be a good idea for him to take a seat after Padma had done so. In a lot of ways he'd come to rely on his companion for some social queues; A lot of the little things he seemed to have lost in his time away from "Civilization". Plopping himself down into the only vacant seat, it would have been rude for him to interrupt so he waited for Padma to introduce herself first. Not the most ringing of self endorsements, but he didn't really expect one from Padma. She was always very to the point.
"Rohan Battacharya, pleasure to meet you. I'm also, ah, 'good at punching things', I suppose."
A roll of his shoulder blades emulated a shrug, as the expression across his face remained stony. His eyes darted back and forth between the two white strangers, gazing between the two of them as he gathered his thoughts about them. Analyzing would probably be too strong a word for what Rohan was doing: The young male never claimed to be an excellent, or even a good, judge of character and he'd only just met them. It was more a gathering of impression, trying to figure out how to talk to them, how to treat them. He wasn't sure what to make of the male: He seemed the shrewd type, somewhat like some of his instructors had been back in the wee days of school. A very scholarly vibe too him, which only made the sword he was carrying seemed odd in comparison. Then again, Rohan never was one for complexity or looking beyond the surface. The mind was one's inner sanctum after all, and he had no wish to delve into others without their consent.
Similarly, his impression of the woman was very superficial. She was beautiful, in an art sort of way. Like a porcelain statue, she seemed fragile, offput, out of her element. Shaw was right, she seemed nervous, or at the very least not as happy as she was trying to appear. Or maybe she actually was beaming a smile at them? He couldn't really tell. She gave off a cold impression, like ice hanging atop her smile, but honestly that may have just been the russian hat thing she had going on. It's not like Rohan wasn't familiar with people seeming colder than they were.
"Speaking honestly, I'm not entirely sure what exactly it is you need our help with..."
The tall man hunched over in his chair, one elbow resting on the table to prop his arm up. Chin resting in his palm, he absently leaned his head upon the arm, as if bored or sleepy. It was more to set his head at roughly the same height as the two shorter woman at the table, specifically the contact. It was probably troublesome to stare up at him all the time, right? He should ask Padma some time...
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Post by Puck on Jun 26, 2015 16:27:52 GMT
Demi Gough "Yes. You're right about that, Mr.Shaw," Demi agreed with a sigh. The Magician had to chuckle darkly at herself. Was her worry that obvious? She was half-exasperated with her lacking ability to hide her emotions. Nevertheless, this man called Yiaster was right. She couldn't really afford to appear so uncertain. Not that she could help it. Because what they have ahead of them is not going to end well at all. And she doesn't even know any of these people. None of them seemed to have any notable track record like some of the Expert class Ki Artists that she heard of. But at the least she knew their names. Yiaster Shaw, Padma, and Rohan Battacharya are what made up this small menagerie of Ki Artists. This Rohan boy seemed to give some defense to her uncertainty, causing her to crack a smile in his direction. "Thank you, Mr. Battacharya. Your support is appreciated, but Mr. Shaw is correct. It's best if I had my bearings." Despite this, her smile was still shaky. Nevertheless, she started to reach into her white leather bag. With her delicate long fingers, Demi drew out a manila folder to put out onto the coffee table as she opened it up for everyone to see. There was a picture of a man in red with a top-hat and a cane in his hand. His countenance oozed with arrogance. Below it was a mess of papers with some little details about Alba. All of it outlined his history with the Magician's Guild and the rest of the supernatural community. "I want you all to eliminate Roland Lippert. A magician from the Circle of Metis like I am," Demi finally began to outline their task, "He's not a very accomplished combatant, never was part of the Enforcers in the Guild. But the real issue is that he has started forbidden research on demons." Demons, not the daemons of this world. Demons that came from an outer realm that no-one knew was at, except maybe those of the Fae Courts. They were the prime invaders of nearly all major cities on the Earth. Many were rabid abominable and infernal creatures that wrecked havoc, making their collective presence almost a natural disaster as they randomly attacked living establishments of all humans and Mystic Kind. Such were the enemies of all who lived on this Earth. Those in this group should now understand why she had this worry. "We don't know what he's actually doing in his research. But none of it has been good because Munich was already attacked by demons just a few weeks ago where he was holding his studies. And now he ran to here, in San Francisco. We need to get rid of him before we have another outbreak on our hands." She finally paused to sip her coffee, giving the group some time to digest this new information. Demi gravely continued, "We have reports that the Church is hunting him down and has followed him here." The rabid fanatics of God that abhors all heresy against their faith. It almost seems an of course that they would be hunting him down. But nothing really goes well when they're involved too. For all their zealousness, any situations involving them just wouldn't end well. No less with a situation with demons. "But, they seem to have some... erratic behavior. They let him live for a while even when it was known he was working with demons. And now they are finally going to try to take him down. I think at this point, you can tell something about this is wrong."
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Post by shaw on Jun 26, 2015 17:29:32 GMT
Then they both were adept at punching things. Shaw guessed it was too much to ask for a small detail of their specialty if their fists are so hard. Though, it’s a bit unnecessary, it’s information that people didn’t require to experience. Shaw ran the film close to his room briefly and basically conducted a photographic memory of the of the picture and the specific details and clear-cut characteristics of the human in question. It was just for a brief moment, in which Shaw made a sound and put the photo back in its original place. “Th us we have a face and a name, Roland Lippert. A magician that has been researching demons, that can’t be good. This raises questions regarding the church's involvement, what did he give them that caused the church in turn to put an extension on his lifespan? ”
Shaw finished his expresso and came up with an idea. “Well, counting the churches overly zealous attitude. The power to call demons in this globe, affords them a reason to act, a justification for whatever action that they would desire to read at any given notice. Summon the demons, purge the town, perhaps label them as people who study blasphemy or whatever they call it. Maybe even switch the blame to a political figure or a person who isn’t fond of the church's agenda to get it within their reasoning to eliminate them. Too far-fetched? “ Shaw then adjusted his gloves and looked at the other two briefly, he didn’t know what they thought of this. He then looked back at Demi. “ If he dies tonight, we at least have to find out what leverage he had over the church if he had any. It’s a lot easier to kill him, but it causes us less grief in the long run if we know what’s coming, if this is only the calm. That is, of course, assuming he talks. Either way, I’m ready. Ability used Name: Photographic Memory
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Post by Petrosinella on Jun 28, 2015 3:29:47 GMT
Padma usually welcomed anything that dulled her anger, especially when she was meant to be concentrating on something. In this case, though, she almost wished that she hadn’t cooled off a bit as the woman began to tell her story. Maybe then she’d have been able to ignore the apprehension hat was just now creeping up on her. This was turning out to be more than she’d expected. And yet, she didn’t know why she hadn’t expected it. Killing demons and creepy mages – it seemed pretty standard just going by what she knew about the factions involved, which admittedly wasn’t all that much.
And it wasn’t like it would be her first time killing somebody. First time in a really long time, sure, but not the first time ever. Still. Greater good. Daemons could be pretty bad – she knew that from personal experience – and so she could only imagine what actual demons were like. If this guy was doing some kind of magical nonsense that was bringing them here, then he was asking for trouble. He’d earned this. It would be different from cutting down some poor innocent bystander that hadn’t intended to bother anybody. She hoped.
The other guy seemed to take it pretty well. He was already coming up with theories and tactics that Padma admittedly only half listened to. She’d been too caught up in something else that Demi had said.
“Wait. The Church?” She said, sitting up a bit straighter. Just the word put her on alert. “That could be an issue.”
Of course it could. Catholics were trouble. But really what she’d meant was that they would be trouble for her, as a hybrid. The new guy probably didn’t know about that, nor did Demi Gough unless she had some kind of weird magic mind control thing going on. Ah well. They were going to find out before tonight was over.
Padma would of course never admit to being afraid of the Church, but she wasn’t thrilled about the idea of running into them again. She’d just lost them, for God’s sake. They’d very nearly killed her.
“How much Jesus are we talking?”
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Post by Not A Wizard on Jun 29, 2015 5:14:51 GMT
Most of the information being thrown at Rohan went over the lads head: Well, perhaps that is not an apt way of putting it. It is not that he did not understand the information, he understood it perfectly fine. Mage on the loose, experiments regarding demons, church on his tail. They were obviously being contracted for this because the Circle of Metis wanted to tie up a loose end of some sort, and from the sound of this "erratic behavior" so did the Church. Probably to cover up some illicit deals with either side: Or both. Fairly straightforward to the simple minded Ki Artist, so simple that he hardly warranted it a second thought. But he regarded it so simply he actually found himself confused by the delving into the reasoning. The Church clearly worked with him in some regard, or they wouldn't have ever tolerated him. The Circle of Metis must have as well, or they wouldn't have sent anyway to expressly remove him. What did it matter why? Rohan was neither a part of the Church nor a part of the Circle: Reasoning and deducing why they might have done what they did was fruitless to him, only the truth that they did it.
And so, he responded to Shaw's reasoning with a shrug of the shoulders, and a simple "Sounds like Jesus."
Speaking of the zealous organization, Rohan shot his companion a look at the news that they might face up against the Church during this mission. The reason they had decided to take on a task was specifically to avoid the Church, not run screaming into their path. It wouldn't be terribly shocking to him if his Rakshasi companion decided to abandon the mission altogether: He wouldn't blame her, at least. She'd only just managed to get the Church off her tail, and now she was being asked to go well out of her way and well into theirs. Rohan even considered leaving himself, so she wouldn't feel any obligation or need to stick with the mission, but opted against it. It would set a bad example on himself and his grandfather, and he didn't want to make that decision for her: It'd probably be taken as condescending and rude, not generous. Self-righteous generosity was funny that way.
"It's all hearsay without proof. Stopping him is what is important, right? His possible links to the Church and the Circle, are secondary, at best."
He dropped the sentence as casually as one would comment on what they were having for lunch, ignorant of the accusation behind his words, that the Circle themselves might have had some involvement in his research. It was an assumption, one made so casually he hardly gave it a second thought, believing everyone else would have made the same obvious deduction. Why else would they care if the Church was trying to kill him, given it was the exact same thing they were being asked to do? If they intended cooperation, the Church would also be present at this meeting. They were not. Not that they were on particularly good relations of course, but they wouldn't go out of their way to trying to -beat- the Church to him if it was as simple as killing him, right?
"Stopping demon attacks should be the priority, in my opinion."
Rohan had always been a small picture kind of guy, only understand the big picture in a very peripheral sort of way. All the information was there, but worrying about all the machinations and happenings of the universe was asking for a headache. It was like meditation: Keep the area of influence small, and it is easier to find a complete picture. If he could save a few lives here, that was better than seeing them lost in some quest to uncover a conspiracy. Let the world as a whole flow as it may, he could only strive to make better the world around him.
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Post by Puck on Jun 29, 2015 7:01:08 GMT
Demi Gough Their reactions are mostly what she expected, well at least for one of them. The other two seemed rather calm enough. Whether this is a bit of professionalism on their end or just didn't care, the Magician couldn't really tell. "And now you know why I'm worried, Padma," Demi replied gravely, "While the demons are a bigger issue, the Church's involvement guarantees your task in hunting Lippert is not going to be pretty. Unfortunately at this time, I have no idea how much personnel they've amassed to take him down." The Church, they were indeed a scourge for all that offended their faith. It goes without saying that they had a long-lasting feud with the Magician's Guild. Given the Martial Forest Coalition's closeness with the Guild, these people that sat in front of Demi had reason to worry. Demi drained the last bit of her coffee and pouted at the empty plastic cup. She wanted more, but the caffeine crash wasn't worth it. The Magician listened to Shaw's theories and nodded at each point, making it clear that she, more or less, had similar thoughts. "It would not be outside the modus operandi of the Inquisition and the Judas' Order," she agreed with a frown and then scoffed as she continued, "For a bunch of people that act as zealous believers, they sure wouldn't mind dirtying their hands on the infernal and the mundane. I wouldn't be surprised if they actually wanted to use the demons to make an example out of this city here of all places. Can you even imagine?" San Francisco has always been known for its openness to Mystic Kind and other liberal issues, making it a loathsome place for the Church. A place of sin according to one believer. To get an excuse or means to wreck this city's foundations would be a wet dream of every zealous and ambitious bishop. Demi sighed and hesitantly spoke, "I admit it would be great if we could figure out what his connections are with the Church so that we have tangible evidence to force it to cease whatever distasteful activities they've gotten themselves into. But, we sure don't want another Munich here." She shuddered at the memory and wished she had more coffee right now. The horrors, they continue to plague her mind she trembled. But she bit her lip, causing her chest to heave in a deep breath as she willed them away. The cup was set aside as she looked at each person on this table resolutely. "Get him to talk if you can, but eliminating him is the top priority. For now, head over to The Lounge at 600 Stockton Street. It's a night club owned by a Fangs vampire, Luke Welner. He's an overseer in a good part of San Francisco. See if he has any information for you to use. At least, he knows this area better than an immigrant like me."
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Post by shaw on Jun 30, 2015 4:58:53 GMT
I guess this is as good as it gets then since this vampire appears to be our only lead in finding the whereabouts of Lippert. Maybe we should expect the cliché scenery of loud music and ecstasy pills. Even so, we still have to go. “ Shaw pushes out his seat and gets up from the table. He was just about ready to head out as he took out his cell phone and used google maps to find out where the club was, or the proper directions. I think its best if new exchanged cell phone numbers, just in case something happens or we need to update you on the situation. But if you don’t think that it’s necessary, like I said before, I’ mready to get started. It’s about tie we meet this…Luke Welner..”
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Post by Petrosinella on Jul 5, 2015 3:32:09 GMT
Oh, this was getting better and better by the second. Really. Padma was two seconds away from pulling one of those incredibly tempting-looking trash barrels over to her seat to indulge in some good old fashioned stress eating. All this talk of churches was killing her resolve. Still, he imagined that the best way to get around it was to focus on the task at hand rather than what may or may not be awaiting them once said task at hand got finished.
“Okay, yeah, clubbing I can handle.” She said, nodding.
She liked to think that she was cool enough to fit into the sort of place that Shaw was describing, at least. But were vampire clubs the same as regular ones? She’d always imagined something a little…dimmer? Ah well. They were going to find out.
At Shaw’s suggestion, she made a face. Not because he was wrong – it would make sense to keep some kind of contact with Demi while the three of them were out on their journey – but because she wasn’t going to be much help in that department.
“Uh. I don’t really…have a cell phone.” She admitted, shrugging. “But you guys can do it. And we’ll all be together because I’m driving. At least, I’m driving Rohan. You need a ride, Shaw?”
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