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Post by Narum Alcidas on Mar 3, 2016 0:30:39 GMT
The carrier touched down on a private strip. Just outside of Nagasaki. It would have been far to risky to go through the airports. Especially in keiu-jin territory. Narum stood from his seat, and made his way to the cockpit. The captain opened up the door, and Narum smiled. Handing the man twenty grand in unmarked bills.
The captain gave a nod, and flipped a switch. Lowering the cargo door, and revealing an ivory corvette with a black cobra painted on the hood. Narum shook the mans hand. Turning and making his way to the vehicle. He backed out of the carrier, and made his way for the city. Hoping to find sanctuary. And aid if the time ever comes.
This would be his third attempt at escaping his sire. The man who got his kicks hunting those he turned. "I must be prepared" he thought. Taking the next exit to reach the nearest gas station. As he pulled in, he saw a couple standing outside. They smelled of blood, so Narum knew he would have no trouble finding the information he needed.
He asked if they knew where he could find the head of the city. They laughed and directed him to a bar called Club Place. They were heading there anyways, so getting to the club wouldn't be difficult.
Narum had finally made it. Now he could get the information he needed to start a new life. He made his way into the club, looked around for a bit, and spotted the bar. The sound of dance music filled the club. It didn't bother him, but he preferred jazz and the blues to anything. Walking over to the bar he flashed a smile here and there. Making sure to keep up a public friendly appearance. He took a seat, and looked around one last time before waving the bartender over.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 3, 2016 5:22:43 GMT
The inside of Club pLace was alive with the undead. A hundred or more of the Kindred had piled in to the two story building, ordering drinks from the beautiful Asian bartender or dancing in small groups on the checkered floor. They seemed completely oblivious to the new-comer, allowing him his entrance peacefully. He would be completely oblivious to the few pairs of wandering eyes, the beasts that knew, instinctively, that he didn't belong here. Not in Nagasaki. Not with the war so close.
Cho Kido, the Harpy of the City, had taken a night away from the manor and constantly fluctuating drama within those walls to return to the place she felt most comfortable. Here, everybody knew her. She moved fluidly from person to person, not bothering to ask most what they wanted to drink. Most of the Kindred that had arrived that night were regulars, familiar and friendly faces she hadn't realized she had missed. They offered her smiles and extra tips, leaning over the counter to whisper secrets in her always-listening ears when they were just the right amount of intoxicated.
One of her companions stopped by the bar to tell her of the creature about to enter right before the Egyptian found his way inside. She thanked him for the information and sent him on his way with his drink, busying herself with the other nearby patrons. Her amber colored eyes would idly shift back towards the stranger periodically, waiting for him to attempt to get her attention. When, at last, he waved her over, she felt her dead heart lurch forward. She loved new people; they always had new information.
Cho slid the low-ball Scotch neat to a tiny little barely-legal Kindred. She smiled her thanks and bounded away to her gathered friends. If she weren't a vampire, the Harpy may have been worried about her. As it was, she smiled and gave a shake of her head, slinking over towards the stranger. She tossed her bar towel over one shoulder and leaned across the smooth counter, having to speak up to be heard over the music. "Konbonwa! Good evening!" Cho cooed in her thick, Japanese accent. "Welcome to Nagasaki. What can I get you?"
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Post by Narum Alcidas on Mar 8, 2016 7:05:25 GMT
Narum looked to the woman as he set a card down on the bar. She seemed quite outgoing. He finally pulled away from his card and spoke up. "A glass of Dewars on the rocks miss. Thank you," he would say. Hoping they had this brand of scotch in stock.
"Also I am in need of information. I am very new to this land, and would like to speak with it's leader as soon as possible." Narum tried to mask the urgency of this request. Not knowing if it would arouse suspicion.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 8, 2016 7:47:10 GMT
The Toreador hesitated a moment at the man's strange drink choice, having to look over her shoulder to see if they had the scotch. Club pLace was known for never turning away a customer's drink choice, and she'd hate to break that. Amy would be furious. She held up a finger and turned to the choices, relief washing through her as she found it and poured the glass. If this strange Kindred planned to stay around, she might need to inform the others to stock up on it.
"The leader?" Cho asked, preparing the drink. Her smile was still bright across her features. "You're amongst your own kind here, stranger. Speak freely. Do you mean the Prince?" She slid the drink over to the man, leaning her elbows lightly against the counter. She waved away his offered money; he was a guest, new to the City. This round was on her.
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Post by Narum Alcidas on Mar 16, 2016 0:38:10 GMT
He shrugged, and slid the card back into his pocket. "Yes friend." Narum said, taking a sip of his drink. "I must speak with the Prince as soon as possible, and would appreciate any help I can receive. Is there any way to arrange a meeting?" He took another sip of the scotch before resting the glass on the counter.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 22, 2016 14:36:05 GMT
As he put his card away, a slow smile crept out across the Asian woman's features. It was so easy for her to manipulate the people around her. They seemed to fall to her feet and offer her whatever information she wanted, and it was rare that anybody could escape her overwhelming charisma. Her particular commodity of choice was information; she had plenty of money to spare and didn't mind offering some if it meant she got what she really wanted.
"Well, this club is owned by the Prince," Cho said as she continued to rub the bar down with the clean towel she held. "About once, maybe twice a week, she comes here for a few hours in an effort to make herself more readily available to the neonates of the city. But if you don't feel like waiting for her, she holds Elysium at her home."
Her head tilted curiously to one side as she contemplated whether or not he would know the words she used. Was he familiar with Camarilla law and traditions? He seemed wary of the Masquerade, which was refreshing in a newcomer, but the terms could often seem ambiguous. She was willing to wait, to watch his responses to the words she used. Her chocolate eyes remained focused on him, looking to pick up any information she might have otherwise missed.
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