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Post by Caelen on Feb 16, 2008 1:15:44 GMT -5
Reinhart holstered Ebony while he watched the last of the Sabbat flee. When the holster snapped shut, he turned his attention to Nynaeve. He thought she looked familiar, but he couldn't place it. While pondering this he pulled out one of his many silk cloth squares and cleaned Lazarus before sheathing it. He dropped the cloth to the ground, and it burst into flames, removing all trace of it ever having been there. He sheathed Lazarus just as Nynaeve addressed him. Bowing slightly to her, he spoke. "You certainly do seem familiar. From what I remember, we aided a human group against the Sabbat, no? It truly was a long time ago. I barely remember that fun little night. But... you have changed quite a bit from what I remember. Have you always been fond of leather?"
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Post by piñata on Feb 17, 2008 18:29:26 GMT -5
"Yes, but it was probably suede back then," Nynaeve admitted. "I went through a bit of a cowgirl phase in the nineteenth century. At any rate, I'm pleased you remember our encounter... it'll go a long way toward reassuring this one that I'm an ally rather than an enemy." She jerked a thumb at Lee.
As Nynaeve spoke, she cleaned and stowed her own blades; they disappeared beneath a jacket that was so tight she didn't appear to be wearing it unless she moved it. It was difficult to imagine her being able to breathe in such clothing... but then, she was a vampire, and her respirations were rather slow.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Feb 17, 2008 21:55:33 GMT -5
((sorry i've been out, was at Purdue over the weekend))
Lee regarded the Kindred with an expressionless face. He hadn't seen her around San Viña before, but then again, he hadn't seen a lot of people around San Viña. "So, Reinhart, you clearly know our new guest. Seems I'm out of the loop," he said, looking back at his car. He didn't know of any all-night body shops around, so he'd have to have it taken care of otherwise. He knew a couple of Kindred at the bar that would be able to take care of it.
"So, what say we continue this conversation back at my place?" He dusted off his suit jacket and straightened his Fedora.
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Post by piñata on Feb 18, 2008 16:44:55 GMT -5
"I'm game," Nynaeve said. "We can compare tattoos," she added, winking at Lee, whose tribal artwork she had obviously noticed.
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Post by Caelen on Feb 18, 2008 19:43:41 GMT -5
Reinhart rolled his eyes. "Of course. Let's get out of this place." He walked over to Lee's car. "Is this thing safe?"
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Feb 20, 2008 14:48:01 GMT -5
"One second," Lee said. He got into the passenger's seat and started kicking at the windshield until it popped out onto the hood and slid off onto the ground. "Well that'll f**k up the paint job." He slid over into the driver's seat. "Shall we?" ((I'm going to go ahead and fast forward to the bar))
He walked through the main bar room and up the stairs again, taking off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. He poured himself another glass of Glendronach Scotch and turned to look at his guests. "I wonder if the Sabbat tried to ambush the Werewolves," he mused, "surely they would have fared far worse in that endeavor."
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Post by piñata on Feb 21, 2008 11:48:53 GMT -5
"Good question," Nynaeve said, getting a pint of Guinness. "I heard the new leader is interested in recruiting the Werewolves, so it wouldn't make sense for him to ambush them. However, since so little of what the Sabbat do makes sense, it is a possibility." She drained her pint and ordered another, then turned to Reinhart. "What do you think?"
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Post by Caelen on Feb 21, 2008 16:57:57 GMT -5
Reinhart followed closely behind the others as they went upstairs. He rummaged behind the mini bar for a moment until he found the bottle of amaretto. He poured a shot of it and downed it, then put some ice in the glass and poured more amaretto over the top. He glanced at Nynaeve as she downed her pint almost as quickly as he had downed his shot. "It's hard to say. They might be working with the wolves, or they might be trying to kill them. Either way, it puts people in danger. We need to find out what's going on."
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Post by piñata on Feb 21, 2008 19:05:27 GMT -5
"Agreed," Nynaeve said. "Do either of you know anything that could be helpful?" She knew -- by Lee's reputation -- that he had a lot of contacts, and suspected the same of Reinhart. Once they showed her theirs, she would show them hers... as the saying went.
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Post by Caelen on Feb 22, 2008 2:13:11 GMT -5
Reinhart glanced over at Lee. "If anyone knows something, it'll be you Lee. I've only been here what, twenty some years?" He chuckled a bit at the thought of that being only a tiny fraction of his entire lifetime. "Surely you know someone we can go to. I only know of that old sage down the road...but you know how the dreamers react to us. Always shooing us away like we're some kind of plague. d**n mages..." He took a sip of his drink. He was hoping he wouldn't have to deal with the Dreamspeaker sage. There was just something not right about that old man.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Mar 3, 2008 1:27:31 GMT -5
(Bah! such bad writer's block concerning this thread for me)
Lee rolled his sleeves up, taking a sip of scotch. "Mages aren't going to help us with this. Our best bet right now is to meet with the Wolves. We'll get a better piece of the picture. That or we'll get wasted. Either way," he shrugged as he walked over to his wall safe and refilled his spent clips. He spent a second studying the woman, whom he hadn't seen much of around San Viña. He'd never even heard her name tossed around before. "So what brought you to San Viña, Nynaeve?"
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Post by Caelen on Mar 3, 2008 2:15:07 GMT -5
Reinhart nodded at Lee. "That sounds like a decent plan" he said while Lee was reloading. He took a sip of his amaretto. "I'd like to hear that story myself, Nynaeve. It'd be good to hear what else you've been up to as well" he added with a wink. It was clear that his attempt at a coy joke would probably fail miserably due to his lack of 'practice', but he hoped the two would at least tolerate it. He was never very good at 'modern humor', as he puts it.
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Post by piñata on Mar 3, 2008 12:14:10 GMT -5
"Oh, I kicked around with the Irish Republican Army for a few decades, then I had to go underground for a while because the Camarilla thought I was endangering the Masquerade," Nynaeve said. "I came to San Vina about a month ago, on the trail of a Brujah antitribu who had joined the Sabbat. I tracked him down and killed him, then I liked the place so much I stayed. The Camarilla leave me alone as long as I keep killing Sabbat. I was out hunting when I ran into the two of you."
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Mar 3, 2008 21:18:39 GMT -5
"interesting," Lee said. "So you work for the Camerilla?" He raised an eyebrow and gave a sidelong glance to Reinhart and the few others shooting pool in the room. He took another sip of scotch and cracked his knuckles, waiting for a response. If she were Camerilla, he wouldn't hesitate booting her ass to the curb, no matter how delectable it may be. Rubbing his chin with a tattooed hand, he sighed through his nose and waited...
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Post by piñata on Mar 4, 2008 12:48:09 GMT -5
"Hell no," Nynaeve said, sniffing as if she were offended at the suggestion. "My desire to see traitors to my clan suffer sometimes coincides with the Camarilla's agenda, but I'm an Anarch. Not exactly a popular thing to be, though I seem to be more accepted in San Vina than in other places I've been."
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