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#Post#: 879--------------------------------------------------
Re: Bad Company
By: calliamity Date: January 29, 2025, 10:50 pm
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[center]Clara Groves
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[center]Everybody in this party's fuckin' fake - and so am I,
but I just got here so I gotta show some face.[/center]
[center]Toreador | Auspex 2 | Enchanting Voice[/center]
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She's not so savvy that she knows what a police scanner is or
what it might look like, but she does take note of the weapon.
Those things she does know, even the modern ones. That's her
bread and butter. It's good to know her possible new hire is
already prepared, though she has to wonder at the empty
place-setting. What would fit there? Is it already secreted upon
their person?[BR][BR]"Coterie ain't fighters," she repeats, same
tone, same cadence. But her eyes light up a little as she
amends, "[B]I[/B] am a fighter." Making that clear. It's a
little bold, trapped in this little metal box with someone who
could probably peel off her limbs. But it needs to be said now,
so they're all on the same page. "In case Brighton didn't tell
you, my name's Clara, and my girls are M'Kayleigh and Anastasia.
One of 'em says the most insane, indecipherable things you ever
heard, an' the other one's a childe of Malkav. Under no
condition is harm to befall them."[BR][BR]She holds up a finger,
like she's leading a class. A little imperious. But Serge is
asking for guidance, so she can play teacher a lil bit. "We're
takin' up in the penthouse suite at the Edition. Only one way
in, no one else on the floor. And between us we got three ghouls
that can scrap, but let's not pretend they'll last long if
anythin' serious come our way."
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Re: Bad Company
By: Mother_Hydra Date: January 29, 2025, 11:04 pm
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[center]Sergine “Serge” Carlock
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[center]This little war of mine.[/center]
[center][I]Dexterity 4 : Lightning Reflexes| Strength 4 :
Viscous| New Arrival| Rep [/center]
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The client declares herself a fighter, and for the first time
Clara would take note as Serge's gaze briefly roamed her form,
appraising, considering. Unlike many she might have encountered
in her time Clara finds no judgement, no derision or disbelief
in that gaze. It was like one fighter sizing up another, or
maybe a weapon considering another weapon.
"Alright." Is all they seem to add on that particular score.
Instead Serge changes topic shifting to the reason he was here.
"Brighton gave me a location and a general description, she
eschewed anything more useful than that." Another sniff, perhaps
THAT was something of derision right there, but that
professional luster remains true, built deep into this creature
of the night.
"Sounds simple enough." The emphasis is placed upon 'sounds',
the mercenary clearly not going to confirm that without seeing
the location first.
"Three more questions." His chin rising as he went to turn on
the vehicle. "First, will your ghouls take orders? Or should I
expect them to only stay with the Coterie?" She let her hands
rise up, taking ahold of the drivers wheel before one hand slid
around behind Clara's chair as she looked out the back as she
began to drive.
"Second, How well have you paid the hotel look the other way?
Even if they hear gunshots?" Serge backed the car out smoothly,
the big sedan now sitting with its front angled at the exit to
the parking lot. However it is here she throws it back into park
and turns to look at Clara directly.
"Finally, what are you offering in recompense?" A mercenary
indeed, but that is what Clara had wanted or, at least what
she'd ended up with.
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Re: Bad Company
By: calliamity Date: January 29, 2025, 11:15 pm
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[center]Clara Groves
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[center]Everybody in this party's fuckin' fake - and so am I,
but I just got here so I gotta show some face.[/center]
[center]Toreador | Auspex 2 | Enchanting Voice[/center]
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[BR]
Clara isn't physically impressive, but the way she moves, with
certainty, with incredible balance, she has enough coordination
that she's at least got the potential. Sitting down like they
are, her long coat bunches a little at her hip, suggestive of a
concealed weapon. Most telling, perhaps, are the callouses on
her fingers. Not from hard work, not really. They are just right
for a gunslinger, a red mark like a flat blister on her index
finger from triggerwork, and the whorls of the print practically
scraped from her thumb by a hammer.[BR][BR]"Bit of friendly
advice, don't call her by her first name 'less you know her like
I do." She grins and that's genuine, she isn't trying to be
superior, or posturing for once. But then they're right back to
it, her expression going all serious again. "They'll follow your
lead or mine, an' I won't fight you for the reins if you give
'em instruction."[BR][BR]She lowers her hand to her lap and
turns to face out the windshield. "We have an arrangement, I
been there before. The penthouse is soundproofed anyway." She
doesn't buckle up. By habit, she doesn't. Twenty years or so on
this side of her personal apocalypse and she still doesn't see
the point. "What do you want? Money, blood, clout, iron? More
gun-food? I got an endless supply."
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Re: Bad Company
By: Mother_Hydra Date: January 29, 2025, 11:32 pm
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[center]Sergine “Serge” Carlock
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[center]This little war of mine.[/center]
[center][I]Dexterity 4 : Lightning Reflexes| Strength 4 :
Viscous| New Arrival| Rep [/center]
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Clara offers the newcomer a bit of friendly advice, some might
take it as a warning, or a tsk tsk sort of situation, scolding
the newcomer. Regardless of how Serge takes it this is the first
time that Clara would see her smile, its not a warm thing, but
there is a heat there, a life force. "Good to know." There is
something about the way Serge seems to say it however that makes
it seem like something they might use later, if they felt like
it. Its maybe the first signs of the personality that lay
beneath the thick layer of icy professionalism.
"Gun-food?" This concept twists that smile on Serge's features,
and there is perhaps a hint of warmth in that now, as a horse
chuckle rolled quietly from behind her lips.
"A Boon." It's the counter proposal. "Its size and breadth
commensurate with resources expended and damages sustained."
She'd look Clara in the eyes once more, a hint of a shrug moving
across her darkened shoulders. The Mercenary had probably known
their price long before they'd pulled into the parking lot.
"As is standard, should I fail, you may request recompense in
return." Serge's features dimmed once more, the veneer sealing
itself over once more. "That however, is unlikely."
#Post#: 883--------------------------------------------------
Re: Bad Company
By: calliamity Date: January 29, 2025, 11:44 pm
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[center]Clara Groves
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[center]Everybody in this party's fuckin' fake - and so am I,
but I just got here so I gotta show some face.[/center]
[center]Toreador | Auspex 2 | Enchanting Voice[/center]
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[BR]
The counter-proposal shouldn't be very surprising at all, but
she'd hoped to head it off at the pass by offering a simple
up-front payoff. She should've known. Looking down at her hands,
she offers a hushed swear: "Goose!" Then she looks up and over
at Sergine, eyes narrowed, and gives her a sharp nod. "Not to be
traded for a period of two years." She can add conditions too.
"Unless agreed upon." Her way of regaining control. Being
outmaneuvered is unattractive, after all.[BR][BR]"My batman
oughta be finished settin' up at the hotel if you wanna mosey
that way." Eyes back to the road. Conceal, don't feel! Where had
she heard that before? Not from Maynard, that's for damn sure.
"I sprung for the roll-out so you got a place to slumber.
Imagine you can move it wherever you like, but we'll take the
king-size." The suite only has one bed, but it's not like she's
never slept in the same vicinity as Anastasia at least. For MK
it'll be a new experience.[BR][BR]But during the day she's as
good as dead anyways. What does it matter?
#Post#: 884--------------------------------------------------
Re: Bad Company
By: Mother_Hydra Date: January 30, 2025, 7:06 am
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[center]Sergine “Serge” Carlock
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[center]This little war of mine.[/center]
[center][I]Dexterity 4 : Lightning Reflexes| Strength 4 :
Viscous| New Arrival| Rep [/center]
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Clara counters Sergine's demand, and the brujah stills for a
split second before he turned his head towards her and let those
grey eyes fall upon the Toreador once more. They settled there
then, fixing the smaller woman with a long, silent stare,
perhaps waiting to see if she cracked.
Eventually however, she simply turned away. "Unless otherwise
agreed upon." She impresses the import of that particular
statement. After all there were a great many reasons that Clara
might agree, depending on the boon's use. After all the Toreador
did not know the mind of this foreign agent or what they had
even come here for.
She'd take a few moments to look out the front window, surveying
the darkness that surrounded them, broken only by the ill cared
for lights of the parking lot. Slowly she'd look back to Clara
now, his features set.
"We have a compact then, for the duration of this seclusion your
enemies are mine, my resources are yours and I swear that
your...companions will come to no harm." Like a verbal contract
these words are said, but this is the first words that Clara can
feel a sense of fire, of intensity from the Brujah. She likely
knew their kind as rabble, as crowing rebels and punks always
fighting, always pushing.
Sergine so far seemed cold, lacking that bombastic life that
many of her blood showed off so readily. These words were the
first sign of that inner, indelible nature.
"Agreed?"
#Post#: 885--------------------------------------------------
Re: Bad Company
By: calliamity Date: January 30, 2025, 11:26 am
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[center]Clara Groves
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[center]Everybody in this party's fuckin' fake - and so am I,
but I just got here so I gotta show some face.[/center]
[center]Toreador | Auspex 2 | Enchanting Voice[/center]
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HTML https://i.imgur.com/HCJzm2X.png[/float]
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[BR]
The iron is there. She might not look very tough but she don't
back down easy. If Sergine's expecting a flinch, he'll be sorely
disappointed. But maybe they're not, and they read her right the
first time. Who could say. When the Brujah looks away, she does
too, the contest done. She makes a show of spitting into her
palm, even though she can't really spit, and wouldn't if she
could, then offers it across the car. "Deal." Sealed with a
handshake. Her paws are smaller, weaker, but they've got those
callouses. Killed folk all the same.[BR][BR]Could be they're
more alike than either of them would be ready to admit.
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