Welcome to Nagasaki

The message he'd received was rather cryptic and vague. Amateur at best. The little time it had taken him to figure out who was contacting him he'd been paranoid. Red flags were all over the message, dangerous red flags. But the little vampire was just below him waiting, very visible. Why would the oddly titled prince's beloved be contacting him of all people? Stranger still, why the poor attempt at cloak and dagger? Either it was a trap of some kind, or this was the warm young vampire's real attempt at stealth. It would be explained in person, was the message he'd received. If that was the case he was unsure. Their first meetings been strange, he had no read on the strange young man. 

A couple quick messages sent out, one to the oddly titled Prince, and one to Don and he was on his way. Down and out of the lobby, through the foyer and out to the  cafe. Eto watched the strange young Neonate for only a few minutes before responding to his obviously self directed question. "Not long." He pondered for a few moments. "You called?" He asked his ruby eyes hidden behind square sunglasses staring into the Octavian's surprised and frightened eyes.

Octavian kept his eyes on the strange redheaded vampire, he was one of the only vampires in the city whom he knew didn't answer to Amy directly, and was rumored to be dangerous, at least to hear it from the Brujah bouncer. He needed dangerous for what he was planning and there was only one other individual whom he might call on, and calling on him was dangerous. But it was a gamble he was willing to take. "I need you, to help me stop a war with the eastern monsters." Blunt, to the point and as reasonable as he could be given the circumstances. He had no read on Eto, couldn't tell if he was good or bad, kind or not. Given most kindred either took to him kindly or were outright offensive. Eto broke that mold. The strange assamite didn't abide their rules, didn't even know them if half of what he'd said was true.

He had to help him, it was a war, and no one should ever want war. He stared into those red eyes, willing him with all his heart to help him. If only to stop the war. He didn't particularly care what favor was owed the strange Italian, only that the bloodshed be averted. "You'd be doing Nagasaki and the kindred of the city a favor, and that wouldn't be overlooked." Bribery, perhaps. Letting him know what the possible positives were. "Here..." He motioned toward a car parked along side the cafe. "We'll go for a ride and talk it out. Any questions you might have I'll answer to the best of my ability. I've got one other person I need to talk to to make this happen. I hope you don't mind the company." And with the he stood up, the bill had already been paid and his tip more than generous to keep the waitress quiet. He moved with with normal feline grace into the car, plopping down into the front seat, awaiting the Assamite.

Don quivered slightly as she watched the redheaded monster slip into the car, taking note to memorize it. She knew a bad idea when she saw one, and for a moment, stealth was a long forgotten memory. She blinked her glowing eyes, standing there as if she might never relax again. Then, all at once, the host body collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Concerned onlookers began to softly question the situation, a few moving to talk to her. The host did not respond, but she was breathing. It wouldn't be long before an ambulance was called.

As Octavian knelt to pray, the world continued its silence around him. Nobody dared to make a sound within the walls of the Cathedral, the patrons all bowing their head as they gave up their greatest desires and deepest sins to the man in the sky. The priest, the only one who had acknowledged Octavian's entrance in the slightest, remained frozen beside the oak doors, his palms turned up in greeting. For a long moment, nothing around him moved, allowing him the privacy they assumed him to want.

It was a few minutes before one of the other patrons, from a few rows behind the neonate, stood from their spot. Even as she did, it went unnoticed, as if time itself held its breath. The average looking woman moved towards him slowly, pausing after every step forward, her eyes a familiar emerald, beneath thick lashes. She was staring at him, boring holes into his shoulders, until she came up to him at last.

Standing just behind Octavian's shoulder, the woman continued to look down at him as if he were the scum beneath her shoe. It took another few seconds before she spoke, and when she did, it was the far too familiar voice of the Malkavian Primogen echoing from between feminine lips.

"What has brought you to my domain, neonate?"

As Octavian began to speak, there was no response from the lunatic. That unnatural stillness continued on, all throughout the Cathedral, as if somebody had frozen time. Nobody spoke, moved, or even seemed to breathe. He did not interrupt him, allowing the neonate his little speech, but his head would twitch obviously against his shoulder as he spoke the name of his beloved childe. Dantye's face showed across his mind and lips pulled back to expose fangs that resembled Mizuki's.

Still, he waited until he was finished. A hand was extended towards him and Finn dropped his gaze just long enough to glance at it before green eyes rose, slowly, to meet the warmth beneath the amber.

He wasn't certain he trusted Octavian after everything he had done, both to him and to Nagasaki as a whole. There was a part of him that wanted to rip the man's throat out, right then and there, so he could do no more damage. The Prince would be heartbroken to know what he was plotting behind her back. Yet, he spoke the truth... The city would be in ruins by the end of this war. He took a slow, deep breath, then let his smile return to normal.

"I'll go with you," he agreed, finally, and extended his hand for a shake.

Finn was right behind him, the presence of the Assamite washing over him. He had half a mind to offer Eto a sight he certainly would not appreciate, but starting a fight here, in Octavian's car, seemed like a very bad idea. Instead, he dropped his mask the moment he was folded uncomfortably into the seat.

He adjusted the car as much as he could to give his seven foot frame space. His emerald gaze would turn back to the church, where suddenly, life seemed restored. People moved, the priest went inside, and then the doors closed. He knew that one of his Clanmates would take care of his childe while he was gone, but sadness touched him to leave her.

"What is your plan, cousin to madness?" He asked, forcing his attention back to his Prince's husband.

Finn tossed his head back in a cascade of eggplant colored hair as the plan was unfolded before him. The giant placed a gloved hand against his own cheek, gaze all glimmering and bright. It was humorous to him. He thought he could go into the heart of their territory and fight them on his own terms?

"Child, do you know who you will be facing if you go straight to their leader?"

His laughter rose to an almost deafening level, his fingers curling against his face. When it finally died down, he was still chuckling under his breath, his eyes wide. He may have said something about "foolish," but it was almost as if it were spoken in a different language.