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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 9, 2008 18:33:49 GMT -5
Lee pushed the heavy oak doors open and walked into the foyer of The Drowning Trout pub. He walked past the bar, past the juke box, straight up the stairs. The second floor of the building was where everything important happened. He'd just gotten out of a meeting with the Ventrue primogen, and it hadn't gone as well as he'd hoped.
If those Cammie sluts want their piece of the city back, they've got another thing coming.
Lee hung his hat on one of the many hooks that were fastened to the wall by the pool table. Three of the regulars were playing cutthroat, and all of them acknowledged him in some way or another. Lee had been working for some time trying to break them of that habit, but there's no accounting for general respect, is there? He poured a glass of scotch from the mini bar and sipped it. It was something he'd never quite given up since he was Embraced, plus he liked the taste of alcohol. Good alcohol, anyways. He took off his suit jacket and rolled the sleeves of his white collared shirt up, revealing more of the tribal tattoos that adorned his arms and hands. A war was coming, so he figured he'd better enjoy the calm before the storm while he could...
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Post by Caelen on Jan 10, 2008 0:36:00 GMT -5
Reinhart walked out of the short hallway on the second floor of The Drowning Trout. The only acknowledgment of Lee's presence he offered was brief eye contact. He knew better than to display recognition openly. He approached the mini-bar and went to work mixing up some old drink. Kahlua, imported from Hawaii; créme de cacao, imported from Mexico; créme de menthe, imported from Scotland; and heavy cream all went into a shaker with some ice. Moments later, the frothy hard mint mocha was completed and poured into a glass. Reinhart pulled up a seat next to Lee. Not making eye contact, he spoke. "It's been a while. What brings you here?" His voice was low in tone, but very gentle. The words floated almost as music through the air.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 10, 2008 18:53:18 GMT -5
"Hopefully some R&R," The kindred said. When Lee spoke, his voice was rough with a bit of an east coast accent, reminiscent of the time he spent in Boston in the early 1900's. He ran his fingers through his coarse, brown hair as he sipped his Glendronach single malt. "I made an appearance at the Cammie clusterf**k. I was actually surprised you didn't see fit to scope out our new playmates." He watched as one of the kindred playing cutthroat sank a ball in the corner pocket. "But I understand. Two hours with those f**ks and I was ready to start rolling heads. They're fickle like women; saying San Viña ain't worth a d**n, then coming back and trying to act like they never left. Screw that noise!" Lee let his small rant hang in the air for a moment, then said, "Oh well. If they're so willing to get their asses handed to them, who am I to refuse?"
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Post by Caelen on Jan 10, 2008 21:05:58 GMT -5
Reinhart chuckled a bit at Lee's rant. "You know I don't like conflict. Of course, it can be necessary..." He sighed a bit. "I suppose we won't get through this little argument without something happening. Besides the general ranting, did anything of note come up?" He continued to sip his drink, and he looked almost as if he was paying no attention to Lee, aside from talking. His eyes were closed in the enjoyment of his drink. To anyone who didn't know him, an onlooker would probably think he was asleep.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 11, 2008 18:14:53 GMT -5
"Probably, but I was busy trying to keep my temper in check. Someone said something about the Sabbat being seen in Gerber Heights, but I haven't been out there to see yet. Those visceral bastards aren't my concern. Not yet, anyways." Lee cracked his knuckles and took another sip of his scotch. His eyes were scanning the room thoroughly, trying to pick out what it was he felt in the air around him. Not quite tangible, but definitely more than just a case of paranoia. He set his glass of scotch on the bar and stood up as one of the girls from downstairs appeared in the doorway. She held her head down, her red locks of hair shrouding her face. "Someone's here for you, sir." She turned and hurried down the stairs, hands clutched together in the small of her back.
Lee stood and retrieved his suit jacket and Fedora. "Looks like we've got a visitor. Make yourself at home, Reinhart. This'll only take a minute." And with that, Lee was gone, down the stairwell...
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Post by Caelen on Jan 12, 2008 3:44:00 GMT -5
Reinhart's eyes snapped open at the mention of the Sabbat. He was never fond of them. They had no class, and they had no taste. In his eyes, they were mindless. He turned and looked directly at the woman that had disturbed the conversation. He was usually quite patient, but mentions of the Sabbat always put him in a foul mood. He stood as Lee left. Maybe I'll just take a peek and see what's up he thought. He followed Lee quietly, heading from the stairs to a seat with a good view of the visitor that wasn't overtly suspicious of being used to spy. He pulled a small book out of his pocket and began to imitate reading it, keeping a close ear on what was going on between Lee and the visitor.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 12, 2008 22:53:58 GMT -5
"What do you mean?" Lee asked curtly as the woman at the bar took a drink of wine. "The words speak for themselves, Lee," She said without flinching. Her left eye was shrouded by dark locks of wavy hair. She wore a black evening gown, slit up to her thigh on both sides. The casual observer wouldn't have noticed that these slits were meant for access to silver throwing daggers held to her thigh by a garter. She set the glass of wine on the bar table and her lips returned to their slightly pouty look as she looked over her right shoulder.
"Well what the hell has them so riled up that they'd come to San Viña?" Lee said. "You mean besides the fact that there are plenty of Kindred to feed on?" "Yeah, but the Camerilla's turf wars haven't ever been enough to provoke them in the past." "True. I'm looking into it, Lee. I'll be back when I know something." "Yeah, I'll look into it."
Lee had taken note of Reinhart's presence downstairs some time ago. It didn't really matter. Truth be told, Lee had planned on having the Daeva fill him in anyways, and this just saved him the trouble. Lee returned upstairs, making grave eye contact with Reinhart on his way up.
Once upstairs, Lee entered the combination to his safe. He opened the safe door and selected a nine millimeter pistol and four clips, each housing silvered bullets. He shut the safe door and tucked the pistol into his trousers, concealing it with his suit jacket. He put the additional clips into the inside pockets of his jacket. He quaffed the rest of his scotch without flinching and waited for Reinhart...
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Post by Caelen on Jan 12, 2008 23:42:11 GMT -5
Reinhart waited until the woman appeared to not be watching, then he feigned disgust with a particular passage of the book and closed it with a dull thud. Acting as if he was bored, he put the book back into his pocket and stood up. He headed for the stairs and headed back up. When he got to the top, he followed Lee's move and finished the last of his own drink, then shot a glance to the others in the room. They stopped their game immediately and went downstairs. He grinned a bit when he noticed that the safe was not quite as hidden as usual. "So, that's what's going on. We have some wolves to deal with eh? They never want to talk. Such a waste." He grinned and flipped the side of his tailed coat out revealing his silvered rapier and his pair of handguns. He had never taken the guns out of their holsters in front of others, and even more so almost never carried them. Ebony and Ivory, one black and the other white, had only been seen by one other person outside of the holsters. Lee. "Then again, I haven't practiced in a while. Could be fun." He drew his rapier to give it a quick check, then made sure his spare clips were ready. He only had four .45 clips for Ebony and four .50 clips for Ivory, counting the ones already loaded. He had some non-silvered ammunition as well, but it would be useless. "What happened before I arrived? And how much time do we have?"
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 14, 2008 22:07:17 GMT -5
"Hopefully the Wolves won't be a problem. I'm going to meet them now. These aren't the Uratha of old, Reinhart. You may feel a certain connection with them. They feel the need to," he paused for a moment, "protect the humans. At any rate, we're going to talk. Hopefully they aren't planning on claiming San Viña as their locus. If so, maybe we can negotiate something with them." He tipped the brim of his Fedora a little lower and made his way down the stairs and out of the bar. The Daeva was gone. Just as well, thought Lee. Last thing I need around here is a d**n Cammie spy.
Out the door and to his car, a sleek Aston Martin Vanquish. He slid into the driver's seat and turned the ignition, waiting for Reinhart...
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Post by Caelen on Jan 15, 2008 6:08:06 GMT -5
"Well, that's a shock" Reinhart said. "Wolves on our side?" He re-secured his weapons and allowed his coat to conceal them again. "I suppose if we can actually have a chance at allying with wolves that would improve our odds with further... diplomatic... relations. Just let me grab something from the back and I'll be right out." He headed to the back room of the pub that was his personal room. Inside, he opened a small box sitting on his dresser. He retrieved a small velvet pouch. He closed the box and locked his room up, then headed down the stairs and outside. He chuckled at the sight of the car. "And to think, they call this a classic. What does that make us? Ancient history?" He laughed a bit, then hopped into the passenger's seat, taking care to keep his sword's sheathe from damaging the interior.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 16, 2008 23:08:03 GMT -5
Lee shifted into gear and pulled out of the alley. "If we were ancient history, we'd have to be dead, dead. Now as far as making history, that's neither here nor there," Lee said. He turned up the sound on the car's stereo, Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue playing softly. The light cast from the dash accented his already strong jaw line and thin cheeks, making him look ghoulishly emaciated. He took his time, obeying all speed limits and traffic signals. Despite his distaste for authority, anyone who knew him could spend hours telling you about Lee's respect for the Masquerade. In Lee's mind, there was a great difference between obedience out of respect and obedience out of conformity.
The Aston Martin pulled into a vacant lot on the east side of San Viña. The gravel shifted under the tires until Lee shifted into first and engaged the parking break. He turned the car off and let off the clutch, then turned the headlights off. "Now, we wait," Lee was saying when the first of them came into the lot. They were carrying baseball bats with railroad spikes driven through them, switchblade knives, and various other crude weapons. Most of them moved in a hunched manner, at almost a jogging pace. "f**k," Lee said, "It's a trap." He flung his door open and dove out as the first of the Sabbat drove a baseball bat through the car's windshield.
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Post by Caelen on Jan 17, 2008 0:18:44 GMT -5
Reinhart sighed as the Sabbat came into view. "Why is it never simple?" He popped the latch on the door then kneed it open. He rolled out of the seat and ended in a crouched position at the side of the car. He shot a glare at a nearby Sabbat, then drew Ebony and flipped it to its 9mm clip while drawing Lazarus. Jumping up and over the open door of the car, he pierced the Sabbat through the heart with his sword as he landed. He spun around and pulled out his sword, then ended the spin with a decapitation of the Sabbat. He glared at the remaining Sabbat. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to talk instead of pointlessly dieing at our hands, would you?"
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Jan 21, 2008 18:05:31 GMT -5
((sorry it's taken so long. i've been busy with interviews and such))
Lee laid out one Sabbat and fired two rounds into its head, destroying its brain and effectively killing it. There were several others around, but their vigor was clearly dissolving. Sorry bastards probably don't even know what's happened to them, Lee thought as he charged another, pinning it to the ground and sinking his teeth into its neck. He then released one of his hands from the Sabbat's shoulder and used it to retrieve his pistol and fire a round through the Sabbat's temple.
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Post by Caelen on Feb 6, 2008 15:16:27 GMT -5
Reinhart looked over at Lee with a slight hint of disgust. "Why can't we ever deal with rational people for a change?" He turned back to the Sabbat and aimed Ebony. He squeezed the trigger and a hail of bullets came flying at the Sabbat that were farther away. Reinhart stopped at 20 bullets exactly, almost as if he was counting them, then he whipped Lazarus out to slash a Sabbat that had gotten too close. "Note to self, get holy bullets. We almost done here Lee?"
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Post by piñata on Feb 15, 2008 19:01:54 GMT -5
"Unless there's some pressing reason for you two boys to keep wavin' yer shillelaghs about," a woman's voice said in a thick Irish accent. The last two standing Sabbat fell headless to the ground... some of the wounded who were able began moving away at whatever speed they were capable of.
"I'm Nynaeve," the woman said as she stepped out of the shadows. Her hunting gear consisted mainly of leather -- it was easier to get blood out of leather than denim -- so although she was encased in black from head to toe, every curve of her body was revealed. "I've been wanting to meet you for a long time," she told Lee.
Without waiting for a reply, she turned to Reinhart. "You I remember. It was very long ago, but we have met before." She inclined her head respectfully to him, to let him know that whatever the context of that meeting had been, he had impressed her.
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