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Bad Pennies [Sal + Ariadne]
Topic Started: Dec 12 2012, 08:10 PM (543 Views)
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At some point after the siege, numbers and contact information is exchanged between everyone, so perhaps it's no surprise when those numbers start to get used.

Can you meet?

It's a simple message on Ariadne's phone, but the simplicity left few details.
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A response only takes a few seconds, and is just as brief.

Yes. Where? Re: what?
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*rumble*

Your choice. Contracts.
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Monte Carlo, out front, 20.

One of the neutral, largely untouched casinos, and almost a full mile from the Bellagio - as much as anything was apart from anything else on the Strip.
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An easy cab ride takes Salvador to the meeting spot. He scans the crowd only briefly before making his way toward the central fountain. If she didn't want to be seen, she probably wouldn't, so he resigned himself to wait.
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The fountain is lit up as grandly as ever tonight, and no few kine use the opportunity to take a few pictures.

After about five minutes, Ariadne slinks up through the crowd. As she approaches, Killjoy might catch a glimpse or two of shredded skin showing just above the line of her shirt, a reminder of their trip below the city.
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Once he spies her, he offers a nod of greeting, moving to a spot a bit out of the prime snapshot angle, giving them space to talk without fear of becoming impromptu photographers. "Thanks for meeting me."
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She follows, nodding at his greeting as she stares at him from behind her bangs, regrown just as they were before her run-in with the razor girl.

"So. Contracts?" There's something between suspicion and incredulity in the tone of the word.
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A manila folder appears from somewhere in his hands, "I wanted an opinion, an interpretation. This is my copy of the Blood Oath signed for my services to the Invictus. Mister Rose thinks I owe about six more years on it. I want to know what you think." He thrusts it out for her to take, watching her eyes the whole time.
Edited by Holy, Dec 13 2012, 12:30 PM.
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Another moment of her staring at him passes before she reaches up for the folder, only breaking eye contact when it's securely in her hands. At that point, however, her attention wholly shifts. The cover of the folder is quickly flipped open and her eyes begin scanning the script. One hand carefully cradles the folder while the other reaches up and sets a thumb on the edge of one of the sides, avoiding any of the text but still holding the paper in place.
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Her examination doesn't take long because, well, there's no text. Without looking deeper, it seems like a blank, though occasionally handled, piece of fine vellum.
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Ariadne abruptly stops, her eyes snapping back to Killjoy and her head turning a little along with the motion. Otherwise, she doesn't move.

"Nothing here." Her voice is now strained, annoyed.
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"Look deeper," is his quick and simple request.
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There's a further, deeper flicker of annoyance, but she moves her eyes back onto the paper. And then they slip shut.
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"Listen, shitlips, it's a no-brainer. Without us, you'd be dead. Gone. Popped over a petty-cash game of Omaha. That should have been your first clue. Only assholes play Omaha." Dominic Rose thrusts a finger against your bare chest, the tip just poking into the obvious puncture wound a few inches under your heart. The pain is recognized, but it's not sharp, not nearly so sharp as when it was first made.

"Ten years, in the grand scheme of things, is what? Dick-all, that's what. Eternity minus ten, that's what you're getting here." His finger goes back to the paper on the table, your gaze taking in both it and the iron shackles around your wrists. "What the fuck is there to think about? Even if you were going to heaven, which I doubt, that ain't happening now. You're a freak, and your only chance of anything good is to join with freaks like us."

"Look," his tone changes gear, "It might not even be ten years. After five, you can get out early. You just have to find us a replacement." He grins so wide that you swear you can see every one of his teeth. "You know, like your Sire is doing with you."
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It takes a few minutes before Ariadne comes back to the present moment, the pad of her thumb tracing idly against the edge of the page. When her eyes slide back open, she looks like she's in a slightly better mood. Her expression is neutral, however, when she looks back at Killjoy.

"How long ago was that?"
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"I was told that if I or my employer," the tone of that word is hard to miss, "violated our Oath, the contract would turn to ash and the signatories would know. No one said anything about disappearing blood ink. I signed a contract four years ago with the Estate. I signed that contract." He thrusts a finger at it, reminiscent of the scene you just viewed. "And one other copy for your people."
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Another blink withers her expression. "Not a Notary, you know. Never been under Oath for anything." She looks back at the paper, a few more fingers going to caress the surface. "Doesn't sound normal, though. Then again, bonds don't break, all the Elders don't vanish...

"Figure you should find someone who knows about things like this. Or, suppose you could find out whether it was violated." One hand pinches the folder shut and hands it back to him, her eyes following to meet his. "You've got the Sight now anyway, right?"
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Suspician swirls around him at the question. "I'll tell you everything that changed for me in the Winnowing when it comes to the blood, if you get me a meeting with someone who can answer these questions." There's a quiet confidence, like he knows that this ride should go his way, but deep, deep down - a smoldering rage that could explode outward if it doesn't.
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Her gaze stays fixed on him in silence for a few more seconds before she shrugs. "Guess I could, might not take too long." She frowns, eyeing him anew. "What if nothing was violated?"
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He retrieves the folder, fingertips just barely brushing hers as he does so. "Then it seems like a no-fault dissolution, to me." The folder is tucked away somewhere, and he waits for you to ... contact whoever you need to contact.
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At his touch, her hand visibly flinches back, and she fixes a very pointed look at him, dropping her head to regard him from behind her bangs.

After a moment, though, a shiny smartphone is extracted from an interior pocket, and her fingers start tapping quickly on the touchscreen. Of course, she turns herself toward Killjoy (and the screen away from him) as she writes.

"If it wasn't violated, why would it be dissolved?"
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"It doesn't matter the promises you've made or broken before. It doesn't matter what promises you make or break later. This promise is about the blood, and it will be the blood that tells us everything."

That sounded like a quote. "I want to know what the blood's saying now."
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Her eyebrows lift a little and she murmurs, "Probably just as confused as the rest of us, I'd say. Who all was held to it?" She continues typing nonetheless, ending one string with a swipe and tap of her thumb.

"There. I've asked, at least."
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"Me, Rose, and..." He gives the third name.

[OOC] Kos! Halp! I'm cool with the third signatory being supplied by you, either a named NPC or a new one. Or if I can shoudl make someone up, I can do that too. : )
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(OOC: Third Signatory options:

1. Previous Primogen - now Deceased, theoretically could be transferred to Ashcroft/no longer considered relevant.
2. Mid-level handler of Rose. I can make up/have no problem with you creating them.

Personally I'd go with 1 since it has the "should this person be removed from the contract or no" shenanigans, but #2 introduces a new NPC, and definitely means they are still around.)
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He gives the third name, "... with an option to transfer to Ashcroft."
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"Ah." A chirp brings her phone back out of her pocket and into her hand. "Two options. The Primogen, as she has some experience with Oaths, or Miss Elizabath Cole, who's still in training, far as Notary things go." She looks up, expressionless save for the lift of an eyebrow.
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The first name is dismissed as he asks about the second. "I've never met Cole, have you?"
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"No." She starts to bring her other hand up to grip the phone as well, thumbs obviously poised to begin a response. "You sure? She might not know, especially if she's new to it."
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