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Post by thevoiceofgod on Feb 3, 2016 21:34:41 GMT -5
Jude grinned, "Yes to both actually. But i was just letting Grandfather know what was going on. But he doesn't do the telepathic thing like some. He had a little messenger spirit." She said with a small nod. "But talking to myself isn't uncommon either. Sometimes i need a professional opinion. " Helena nods sagely. "I know how that feels. I mean, you have to get the highest quality advice, right?" Crux: The office is rather spacious - the Prince could no doubt seat all of her Primogen and Court officers comfortably - and offers an excellent view of the city.  The Prince stands directly opposite you in front of her magnificent mahogany desk, hands folded atop the head of her cane. She offers a small genteel bow and a smile that does not extend to her eyes, but sure as hell bares her fangs. "Ah, yes. Greetings, neonate. Welcome to my Domain. How nice to see a young one so respectful of the Traditions. Sent on behalf of the... Sausage King, you say? Am I correct then in assuming you are here on business and your stay in New York will be brief?" The other voice you heard likely belongs to the man standing by the window.  He says nothing, but eyes Johann warily. Johann, for his part, has the most smug look on his face. |
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Post by crux on Feb 3, 2016 21:46:32 GMT -5
"Oh.. you're- so pretty, Miss," she began, distracted. Then, taking a gaze around the room, she..stays close to Johan.
"Oh, yes. We were left here, but aren't planning on making this permanent, Madame. I was asked to asked you about the squirrels, eh? As well as ask if my boyfriend, friends, and I can be of any use to you before we head on back to Chicago."
Johan's expression, though, set her a bit at ease, and the presumed Demon in the room was greeted with a cheerful , touristy wave.
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Post by cassidy on Feb 4, 2016 0:48:37 GMT -5
Cass hung on to every word Helena spoke. He knew that she was very knowledgeable so she was reliable.
"Figured the gods of death would be involved. Was kinda hoping it would be someone easier to get a hold of. I've seen Hecate's giant statue in Stygia. It was rather impressive. Maybe I'll start there. Not sure though, I'll poke around and see what kinda info I can get on dem dere death gods, eh?"
[Int+Academic roll is 27 and Int+Occult is 30]
Cass searches for information while continuing to listen in. He laughs at Jude's professional opinion crack. That was a good one.
"Well, it's good to know most of us have that unseen and or unexplained force that we talk to that makes no sense to anyone else. You are one of us, eh?"
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Post by thevoiceofgod on Feb 4, 2016 0:54:36 GMT -5
Crux: The Demon gentleman by the window quickly stifles his laughter when Crux mentions the squirrels. The Prince is not amused. "The squirrels. Of course. You can assure his majesty that there has been no squirrel uprising as of yet. The situation is being monitored." If that attitude is any indication, this ridiculous situation is most definitely not being monitored. "You may, however, be of some use to me. As the... associates I am currently negotiating with are reluctant to accept my invitation, I am in need of a bag man." She steps around her desk, producing a briefcase from behind it and placing the briefcase on top. "The contents of this case need to be delivered into the hands of New York's Kuei-Jin. I trust I can depend on one of Solomon's own to act with prudence and discretion on such matters? I have come to expect tact and integrity from him and his. Surely you would not let us down." She turns to the window, waving a hand in the Demon's direction.
He steps forward, checks the case, and hands it to Crux. "In Little Fuzhou you will find a shop called 'Keone's Remedies and Sundries'. Ask Keone for a man named 'Mister Ox'. You will be directed to a place called 'The White Cloud'. If you are not, you are being lied to. Do not hesitate to confront Keone about this. And don't bother searching for 'The White Cloud' on your own; you won't be able to find it unless given directions. When you arrive, you will be able to make your delivery straight into the hands of the Kuei-Jin Ancestor."
From the window, the Prince adds, "Make the delivery to no one else, Neonate. If the Ancestor insists on making me bow to his whims, he will do me the courtesy of dealing with this matter personally."
(I'll be getting back to you on the death god rolls; I need to do at least some research to do this properly and not be a horrible white person.)
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Post by cassidy on Feb 4, 2016 1:00:46 GMT -5
After a bit Cass realizes how tired he is. He yawns.
"I don't know about you guys, but I need some cafine. I'm gonna get a cup o coffee, eh?"
Cass theb gets up and leaves the room in search of that deep dark potion that is coffee.
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Post by thevoiceofgod on Feb 4, 2016 16:08:57 GMT -5
Cass: Apparently, you said magic words, sir. Completely ignoring any remaining pain she may be in, Helena quickly gets to her feet. "Ohmygosh YES let's go get coffee immediately. This is the best idea I've heard all night."
The Plaza contains many amenities - some folks might not expect a coffee house to be among them, but those folks are wrong; coffee houses have a long history of cultural significance as places where political and scientific ideals were exchanged among the intellectual elite. With that in mind, a high-class establishment such as the Plaza would actually be remiss in failing to include one.
As you approach, you notice an Ankh and an Hourglass on the door you hadn't noticed a moment ago. A bell chimes as you enter; the place is quite busy, but there's enough space for a few more patrons. The woman behind the counter - five foot nothing, hundred pounds soaking wet, bone white hair, pale skin - looks up and smiles as wide as can be. Hey, Helena! Long time no see! The usual?"
"Yesplease!" The proprietor takes only a moment to pour Helena her 'usual' - it smells of vanilla with a hint of ginger. Helena takes a deep appreciative sniff before tasting. "Ohmygosh you are the best ever hun I love you." She plants a kiss on the proprietor's cheek.
The proprietor responds in kind. "Of course I am. Glad you're back!" She turns her attention to Cassidy as Helena retreats to an empty table with her coffee. "What can I getcha, Cassidy?"
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Post by cassidy on Feb 4, 2016 21:17:30 GMT -5
Cass watched very confused at the exchange. When he was addressed by name he was taken aback.
"Uh, umm. Y-yeah. I just need something that had the kick of a mule, eh? I leave it in your hands... I'll need the pick me up. I feel like all the research on thease here death gods will take a bit."
Cass dose a double then a tripple check.
"Excuse me, but we met before, right? Back in Chicago?"
Cass leans closer and lowers his tone. No need to bother sleeping tigers.
"I don't mean to be rude. I'm just guessing since you know Helena that you are supernatural eh? I'm just surprised. I thought all the supernaturals were stuck in Chicago until this evening."
Cass looks to Helena and then back to the woman behind the bar.
"Sorry if I come off rude. I just got a bit excited, eh."
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Post by thevoiceofgod on Feb 4, 2016 21:53:08 GMT -5
Cass: The proprietor gives Cassidy a knowing smile. "Oh, yes. We've met, and we're sure to meet again." You want kick? You're gonna get it; she prepares a triple-shot-in-the-dark Italian robusta espresso. "It was Chicago, wasn't it?" She slides the piping hot cup across the counter, and leans up against it. "Yeah, it was. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it. I don't have any problem getting around." She shrugs. "That's why I love this job. Go all over, meet people... it's the best." She fetches a cloth and starts wiping down the counter-top. "Researching death gods? That's risky. Well, depending on the god. I mean, Hades isn't really all that bad; he's more a custodian than anything - except for that business with Persephone. That was a little creepy. Turned out okay in the end though? Hel on the other hand - oof. She's another thing entirely. Actively participating in destroying the world? That's kinda mean." It might be strange casual conversation to some, this business of death gods, but the proprietor seems pretty carefree about it all. "Something tells me you'll handle yourself all right, though." She winks at you before turning to give another customer a refill.
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