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Grim walked over to Amber, nodding towards the bartender and woman. "Sounds like trafficking by your friendly neighborhood sex vamps. Good thing you blew a fuse or two, cuz I'm guessing this is a favorite spot. Probably why the dress code is the way it is."
Leaning against the door, he looks around the bar, eyeing the remaining patrons carefully. "After Brando's done playing 20 questions, how do you want to play this?"
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DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
Ms. Dreamy-Eyes takes a minute as she thinks (no doubt a slow process for her). Frowning, she replies, "Well, he didn't come in here a lot, unfortunately, and even when he did, he wasn't exactly paying attention to me. When I tried to have a drink with him, he said something about having enough of ones like me already..."
Sighing, she sits back on a stool. "It's his loss. I mean, he didn't seem like the type to go after 10-year olds. I think I saw them walking in that direction after they left." She points at a direction. That direction leads to a warehouse district of some sort.
The description the barkeep gives you seems to paint a Raith-type, but is probably too vague to identify a specific vampire.
Brando almost considers furiously going in the direction pointed...but he forces himself to think a bit more. They still didn't really know where they went. So, looking at both the woman and the bartender, he asks both
"Okay...did they leave anything behind? Clothes, a notebook, anything that can help us find them?"
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Amber chuckles softly at Bando's comment as if thinking of something that amused her. However, she doesn't comment yet. Her job was to help with magic things and track if they got the chance, for now it was merely a matter of waiting for Bando to do his negotiations.
Grim thought for a moment, then looked at the cameras. Leaning over to Amber, he whispered, "Hey, shouldn't the guy be on tape? And maybe the girl, too?"
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DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
The barkeep frowns and says, "I don't think they left anything behind, but if you want a better description, lemme see if our CCTV caught anything. Please wait a moment."
He walks into a backroom, and re-emerges a few minutes later. "Sorry, whatever electrical fuse mishap fried the lights also fried all of the CCTVs."
oops.
At this point, Brando's phone rings. Assuming Brando answers, the person on the phone says, "Aria. Talk to me."
Catching the bartender's words, he cleared his throat and walked over. "Um, don't you have tapes? Maybe we could borrow the tapes from that day. I'm sure we could make it worth your while ..."
Grim glanced meaningfully at Brando, the affluent doctor.
__________________ Training and work are limiting posting - apologies to all my games!
DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
"Well that's the thing, we hadn't performed a data dumb into tape backups for at least 4 days, ever since we started using those new-fangled storage boxes that can hold terabytes or somthing ridiculous like that. I don't think we have what you're looking for."
Aria is waiting for Brando to talk to her on the phone.
Brando waits a bit, making sure it's really Aria's voice. Then he smirks. It was always good to hear that
But business is business and there's a child in risk here. No time for pleasantry
He starts with the vague description the bartender gave him. Than the effect he caused on a lot of people there, including how he just walked the girl away after some time talking...
"and she's no teenage girl or woman. This is a ten-year old girl Aria..."
He obviously whispers more than says anything out loud
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On the phone call: "Brando, love, are you SURE? We really don't have much use for...children...at least not like that. I'm kinda busy at the shoot right now, but if you want, I can email you a list of the properties we own in that warehouse district. Maybe it'll help you in your search..."
He thinks for a second. Could there be hidden meanings in that? The White Court was pretty confusing. Or maybe he was just overthinking. Best to go ahead and cross those bridges as he came to them
"...sure enough to ask you that honey. I'll let you know once it's over, if he's still alive. Maybe you can do some good out of it"
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"Alright, give me a moment." says Aria. Brando can hear the clicking of high heels and then the muffled sound of someone else speaking to her. "No director, I am not 'goofing off because I feel like it.' I'll be back 2 minutes look I'm not even putting my clothes back on!"
A few minutes later, a new email is waiting in Brando's inbox. It is a map with a few buildings marked at belonging to house Raith in the warehouse district nearby.
Blocking away the toughts of his girlfriend not really wearing clothes, as to not give more problems to the current mission focusing on her lovely body, Brando awaits.
Looking at the map, he grins and gives his two friends a go
"I got their locations. Let's go?
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Grim raised a hand for Brando to wait while he drained his drink. Glancing over at the bartender, he nodded towards the door. "Know anything about the warehouse district we should know before visiting?"
Once the man was finished, he follwed the others outside, ready to proceed.
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DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
Over the phone: "Hi Dr. Fiammavolpe, I know it hasn't been all that terribly long yet, but I just wanted to check in and see where things are at. any leads so far? Any scrap of good news is important to me..." Her voice sounds determined with a hint of pleading. It's hard being a mother.
Brando keeps walking but slows his pace a bit as he recalls the way they should take while talking
"We are actually following a lead right now. It'd be best if you didn't get your hopes up but it is possible everything will be settled before the night is over"
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"Hopes up or not, I've got nothing more imporant than getting my little girl back. Tell me where you are and I'll meet up with you. I *will* be there when we get my little girl back." She sounds hopeful and thankful and worried and determined, a mixture thereof.
Silencing Amber, he returns his attention to Doreen.
Speaking in a firm, somewhat harsh voice, he tries to get the woman to back down from her idea
"I don't think so. There maybe a fight and then your presence may do more harm than good. And this lead might not take us straight to her. It'd be best if you waited in your house. We will get the girl, if she is in any medical need I'll take care of it and we will bring her to you then."
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"Plus if she saw us blow up everything with magic, superhuman strength, and divine power she might get confused..." Amber comments softly, settling for amusing herself by making comments only the group could hear.
"Please...I'm begging you. Let a mother be a part of her daughter's rescue. A bear takes care of her cub." You can understand her persistence, but your concerns about her possibly seeing things vamp out of fireballs exploding from staves are also valid. If you still tell her no, she hangs up and you are free to continue.
Grim shook his head. "I've heard of persistent, but that was a little ridiculous ... and interesting timing. Keep your head on a swivel ... none of us have any love lost with the nymphos, and this could be payback. Maybe we should have done a background check on the mom ..."
Grim is starting to question the legitimacy of this whole operation. What better way to lure a Warden in than tales of a lost girl in White Court territory? Could be a play by the WC ... or something from the Reds to stir the pot up between the Council and the Court.
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DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
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