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| Topic Started: Thursday, 14. November 2013, 05:03 (507 Views) | |
| Sawyer | Thursday, 14. November 2013, 05:03 Post #1 |
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The night was fittingly miserable as Sawyer made his way, invisible and beyond human notice, to Toran's shop. The rain fell in a bone-chilling drizzle, leaving Enfield's streets nearly deserted. Eerie quiet gave him a chance to breathe, to think this over. There'd be consequences if Toran was the party at fault, consequences for him- after all, a ghoul's actions were just an extension of the domitor's. Perhaps it was time to see whether he could salvage this situation into something that might actually have a chance at benefitting him. What was the use of a half-assed ghoul with a one-step bond, dubious loyalties, and a tendency to get themselves into entirely too much trouble? Maybe with a tighter leash, the guy really could be useful. And maybe blood might replace the 'batshit crazy' thing with the far more harmless 'horrifically ugly'. It wasn't long before he'd arrived at Toran's doorstep, hoping to god that he wouldn't have a repeat of their abysmal last encounter. Sawyer flipped a boy scout's salute at the tiny cellphone camera tucked into the corner of the door frame. Dude had eyes everywhere, didn't he? Yeah, the bastard was Nossie at heart. Maybe all of this warranted a little more thought, if it wasn't for the fact that Toran Craig was, oh, completely fucking unhinged. There always were hitches in even the best-laid of his plans. And anything that could go wrong- well, it usually did. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 14. November 2013, 05:10 Post #2 |
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The big man grunted, having just sat down to start working on the blood pressure cuff he hopes would shock him if someone started draining him stupid. The tiny monitor on the table showed him someone at the door. Not bothering to change he walked over to the door in his wife beater and cargo pants. He'd kicked off the boots and didn't plan on putting them back on for a guest. He slid the 2 by 4 thick iron bolts out of the door frame and pulled it open, waving for whoever was standing out there to enter. He'd gotten Sawyer's message to he had a pretty good idea it was him. "I've got a couple of lazy boys upstairs on the second floor, if you want to be more comfortable about this." |
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| Sawyer | Thursday, 14. November 2013, 05:54 Post #3 |
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"Works for me, buddy," he replied with a weary sigh. "Thanks for lettin' me in. You ever had to actually turn anybody to ash on your doorstep or somethin' along those lines, or do I even wanna know?" He tailed the ghoul with quiet footsteps, glancing around the room with vague curiosity, unsure of what exactly the various devices littering the shelves actually did but quite keen on finding out. He'd never been much of a tinkerer himself, preferring the puzzle of bigger machines, the beautiful simplicity of a V8 engine, the ritual of loving a well-loved car even more. That didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the smaller, more intricate gadgets. Just as long as they didn't have touchscreens. That... that hadn't worked out for him lately at all. "Anyhow," he said quietly as they made their way upstairs, "I think you're gonna have to give me a lil' more detail about what the hell happened. See, this is somethin' of, ah, an incident, now..." |
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| Toran | Thursday, 14. November 2013, 13:41 Post #4 |
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The big man grunts. Somehow not surprised. "Not really. Most people don't realize the store is open, they just think it's an abandoned building and I'm a crazy squatter, and the door would need a pretty high power torch to cut through." He lead Sawyer up the spiral staircase into his upstairs. There were a bunch of rooms up here, but it was spartan and barely furnished. One room had nothing but four love seats in a semi-circle in front of a big screen TV and a small table next to each chair. "Figured. Can't even get a damned tattoo without causing an incident." The new tattoo in question dominated his shoulder, his entire right arm and some of his right rib cage. The gears, wires and pullies exposed by torn metal plating, all done in black and gray, his hand having a slight terminator overtone from the exposed steel rods. His arm gave off the faint smell of blood from the fresh inking. "Alright. I went down to the Cloak & Dagger Tattoo Parlor in Hackney since it has the best reviews from folks in the know. I arrived at noon, paid them a hefty sum of money to do the tattoo in one sitting, along with some piercings. The work all wrapped up around midnight. I started to walk to the nearest tube station when this little woman shows up and tells me she's being followed. I don't know why exactly, but I let her lead me into an alley. I figured maybe she was a hooker or something, you know? Playing the innocent bohemian angle for guys who like it rough, or her junkie boyfriend was going to try and knock me on the head and rob me. Well she looks me in the face and sort of snarls at me. I admit I froze up a bit and she sorta jumped at me real fast. Knocked me down into a basement entrance stairwell, bit me and started feeding. I've been bit before, it feels good but I can fight through it when I concentrate. I pulled a knife and told her to stop... at which point she kissed me. So I'm figuring she's one of those insane vampires right? I've got her in a decent hold and she starts telling me I should become HER ghoul, trying to get me to agree to live with her. Telling me that brawn ain't everything and she KNOWS people. How she just had a long talk with the "Prince" and the "Keeper" and some.. "Grand Harpy" or something." He shifts in the chair, attempting to get his new piercings in a comfortable position. "So, I admit I might have made a poor choice here. I wasn't sure who she was or what was going on. I honestly considered just killing her outright and keeping the blood. She didn't seem all that bright and I know you guys are big on secrecy, which she didn't seem to GET really. But then I figured someone might be upset with me for killing her. So I thought I might just knock her out and lock her up until you could come tell me what the fuck to do with her. But, she did that fast moving thing and got away. So I sent you a message to let you know what happened and came home." |
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| Sawyer | Friday, 15. November 2013, 03:09 Post #5 |
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He listened to Toran's story with a concerned look on his gristly face, mouth pursed in thought. If his account was accurate, the Torrie was in the wrong. Attacking a ghoul, then trying to sway him away from his master? That shit wouldn't fly. But the rest of it was more worrying. Toran's thought process was sure as hell more violent than Sawyer would've liked for it to be. That sort of attitude would get him in a lot more trouble before long. It was damn lucky for the both of them that he hadn't gotten a chance to do anything to the Toreador. Or so Sawyer hoped. "Okay. Okay. Shit, man, you can't just fight back. That ain't..." Sawyer sighed, wondering exactly how he was supposed to phrase this. "Look, buddy, whether you like it or not, you're a ghoul now, and I 'spose you're mine. That means rules- and the first one is that every kindred of my sect, no matter how stupid and sorry a fledgeling they may be, demands your respect. You don't get to fight back. I know that's fucked up, but it's the way it is. Anything you do or say, I did it, I said it." He watched Toran's expression carefully, trying to get the message across that he knew how absurd the system was and that none of this was personal. He leaned back in the armchair, keeping his tone even and collected. "Both of us are goin' to have to attend a meetin' to, ah, make nice with the girl that jumped you. See, buddy, tryin' to kidnap her ain't gonna look so good. I'm not sure this is one I can just talk our way out of." |
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| Toran | Friday, 15. November 2013, 03:23 Post #6 |
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The big man grunts and sinks back in his chair, frowning in thought. He'd dealt with ghouls on a number of occasions, but only to try and free them from those who held them in thrall. He took a breath, swelling his chest and ribs and then sighed, a deep humming sound. "Okay. I'll try. Look, I fucked up. I was crazy out of my head and I made you and Mac go through shit. I'm sorry for that, but I can't take it back. But I'll try alright. The time I spent in prison... I've been TRAINED to fight back man." He works things through his head slowly, falling silent, his silvery-blue eyes half closed. "Fuck.... Look, what if you, increase the bond." He visibly winces at that, grimacing slightly. "Tell them the truth. That you'd only started the process, that I'm ignorant and still in training. That you'll work on.... punishing... me and keep strengthening the bond to ensure nothing like this ever happens again." He doesn't like it. That's clear. The word punish literally brought a snarl to his face but he fought down the reaction. He'd heard Mac's horror stories, he'd heard the tape of Sawyer yelling at him. He was getting it. The last part though, is what made his lips pucker. "And... you could offer to let her punish me... as your bosses see fair. Or feed or... whatever. I'll try to take it." His hands squeezed so hard some of the knuckles popped like gunshots, but he was clearly trying. This wasn't the deranged man that Sawyer had encountered before. This was a man of deep intelligence who tried to take things one stop at a time, working through them to a logical conclusion. Not social, not good with words or feelings. Blunt and straight forward, but logical. "And... I dunno, assign me a tutor or something? Confine me to the building until I'm properly trained?" |
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| Sawyer | Friday, 15. November 2013, 04:09 Post #7 |
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He sighed again. "I was gonna suggest that. You'll just get yourself into trouble like this, trouble I can't help you out of. I know you think you're big and tough, buddy, but you don't fuck with these people. Maybe it's better this way." Sawyer looked Toran over, trying to ascertain whether this was really something the man wanted. The whole situation just rubbed him the wrong way, and he was loathe to force a bond on someone for a second time. If only McBodice-Ripper had just packed his bags and gotten the hell out of the lives, things could've been so much simpler. "So here's what you don't talk about, buddy- don't mention shit about hunters. I think that goes without sayin', yeah? Don't talk about Mac, she's the sorta girl the Cam can't stand to have hangin' around. Basically, don't talk at all. Ghouls should be seen and not heard, like kids in a church pew, get it?" "None of this is unforgivable, bud. You're a newly bound ghoul, still in training. You reacted to a threat in a way that you now realize was an overreaction. You regret it. Always nice to claim to regret things, even if you don't mean it." If the night went off without a hitch, though, there'd still be the matter of what came next. Toran had a lot to learn, that much was obvious, but at least he was treating this with a good bit of humility. Perfect. The man he was talking to tonight was a far cry from the one he'd had to rescue just a few nights ago. Strangely, that comforted him. "I'm the only tutor you'll need, bud. Maybe would help to get you to play around with some other ghouls, too, but I keep mine close. Look, I know you ain't exactly seen the nicest side of our kind, but I promise you, I'm fair. I don't like the way people treat ghouls. You're my partner now, not my slave. You got that?" Partner. Yes. Toran was nothing like his past ghoul, but then again, nobody could quite eclipse the girl he'd dug out of a Juarez ghetto. He didn't want another Esperanza, and it had ended badly for her anyway. No, perhaps McBodice-Ripper was made of stronger stuff, distinctly useful in a very different way. This didn't have to end badly. Not again. Right? First things first, though. None of that progress could ever happen if Toran didn't make a positive impression on the assembled kindred. Sawyer fully expected someone to complain about the ghoul's behavior. As long as the 'pretty little girl' wasn't some fabled elder- and it certainly didn't sound like she was- then the situation could be smoothed over with minimal complications. He was, after all, the wronged party in this situation, and that put him on slightly more comfortable ground. It wasn't the Toreadors he was truly worried about, though- Henderson would be a much tougher audience to explain himself to, and he wasn't relishing that prospect. "All of us gotta wear masks," he said gently, directing his attention back to the keen silver eyes of the man opposite him. "You'll learn that if you stick with me. The Toreadors, like the girl that jumped you- humanity's their mask. Good manners and pretty things. We go to their place, we play their game, by their rules. Adapt and survive. I'm sure you've done plenty of that in your life, haven't you?" |
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| Toran | Friday, 15. November 2013, 04:19 Post #8 |
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His eyes were half closed as a grim smile spread across his face. "Yeah. I know about survival. You teach me the rules and I'll learn to play them. When I worked with the crooks, I played it paranoid and tried to leave myself outs, worked until the assholes took my gear on a killing spree and I was the only thing the cops had to avoid looking incompetent. So they slapped me with 12 counts of accessory to murder." He took a deep breath, calming himself slightly. "Then the Pen had it's own rules. Break someone or be a bitch. Three years they worked hard to try and make me their bitch, but I fought back harder than they could take, then they let me out. Something else might have been going on, but I gotta do research because my memory has some fuzzy shit about that time." Another deep breath and nod. "This is a new world. You teach me the rules and I'll do my best to toe the line. I'm a stubborn bastard, I'll figure out how to get it right. All I want to do is make cool shit man. It's all I've ever wanted. Just kept having shit tossed my way. Vampire attacks, hunters needing favors. That's done. You help me and I'll get it right." He grunted and rubbed his head causing his hair to go into disarray. "Pretty much the same rules as when you visit the Warden. Don't speak unless spoken too. Never throw a punch at a guard. When someone acts like a dick make sure his shit don't splatter on you. I can work with that. Can I still jog if I keep it around the blocks near here? Helps me think when I'm working on a project." His gaze says he wants Sawyer to give him the ok, but he'll take it if the answer is no. The guy was going to try. |
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| Sawyer | Friday, 15. November 2013, 22:44 Post #9 |
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" 'Course you can jog," he said with a slight snort. "You're still your own man, bro, just not, uh, entirely. Do whatever you like, so long as it don't involve stumblin' into more bullshit. Unless 'jog' is a code word for fist fightin' Caine or something?" The Nosferatu still had no desire to play babysitter. A ghoul should be able to take care of themselves; a sewer rat's thrall should be an agent, not a butler or a pretty decoration. Toran didn't seem to have the best track record of having a good head on his shoulders, but surely he could be trusted with day to day life, right? "Anyway... how much do you actually know about the Camarilla? About kindred society? The rules 'n all that? Anything?" He leaned back, frowning slightly. He'd have his work cut out for him in trying to explain kindred society to an outsider. Toran had only seen the darker side of unlife- lunatics and Sabbat, sadists and slavemasters. Sawyer wondered vaguely whether civilized kindred drinking vitae in an art gallery would sound absurd after all of that. But still, the rules needed to be elaborated on, the systems memorized, the world established. He'd never been much of a teacher, but he'd do his best. Still, there were more pressing matters that had to be dealt with first. He stood up, straightening and fixing Toran with a calculating look. "Right. Well. If you're doing this, ain't no point in waiting around. You wanna get a shot glass or somethin'? Last time was, uh, kinda messy." |
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| Toran | Friday, 15. November 2013, 22:53 Post #10 |
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The large man rose to his feet and walked out into the hall and to the kitchen. He got a glass for for a decent size drink of whiskey and a slim knife and walked back holding them out for Sawyer. "Honestly? I don't know shit. Don't know what a Camerilla is. I got attacked. Mac saved me. Some of the blood got into my mouth. She helped me get over the cravings and the weirdness. I let her stay with me, made her a knife harness. After a while her feet got itching and she left, but not before leaving me a pair of teenage girls to "help" the way she had helped me. So, I jury rigged a way to hold them to keep them from going back to their bosses. I was pretty sure that boss wasn't around anymore. Trial an error taught me how strong, how violent and how flesh craving they could get. Learned to keep them just the right distance apart, how much to let them move so they didn't try to eat themselves. After a while, they were sorta clean. Eventually we got them back into normal society. It became a thing. Hunters drop off a person, or Mac sent them to me. I kept them locked up until they got it out of their systems. Did that for about 4 years until I got sent to jail, helped somewhere around ten ghouls. That's it. That's... all I know." He sits back down and holds out his arms as if to emphasize his ignorance. "I know I got a bad record with you guys. But truthfully, I generally only get into bar fights once in a while to blow off steam. I've got no fucking clue why London has been so damned hectic for me." |
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| Sawyer | Saturday, 16. November 2013, 04:13 Post #11 |
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He accepted the knife, slashing his left wrist in a fluid motion. He kept it upturned as the blood began to seep from the shallow wound, and traded the weapon for the glass. Carefully he flipped his arm and collected the vitae, as smooth as a well-practiced bartender. And as he worked, he talked, rambling in typical Sawyer Flint fashion. "Right. If I'm gettin' your story straight, you dealt mainly with the cast-offs of the Sabbat, or maybe anarchs. Well, the Camarilla are the alternative. Technically, we were here first. Order out of chaos. Or just a whole lot of boot lickin', depending on how you look at it. Seven clans, all of them stickin' together for the sake of tradition. Protecting us from humans and them from us. Sounds good enough to me. My clan, that's Nosferatu. We do our own thing, too, 'cause trustin' politicians sure ain't the best idea. Toreadors, that's who you pissed off. Bunch of artists. And pussies. But the keeper's okay in my book. Elysium, that's where we'll be meeting- neutral ground, under the protection of the keeper. Inside those doors, keep your mouth shut and head down. Dial up the charm while you're still pretty, too. That can't hurt." He paused to lick his wound closed, passing the glass over to Toran with a searching expression. "Well, princess, if this is what you want... Bottoms up." |
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| Toran | Saturday, 16. November 2013, 06:06 Post #12 |
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The big man grunts softly and does his best not to show that the addiction causes his mouth to water. He lifts the glass and regards it, slavery in a cup, immortality. Such a complicated thing. He tips it up and drains it, amazed that he could do it without gagging. He wondered where his life went that he no longer considered it odd to drink a dead man's blood to create a magical bond, to live forever. It was madness. It was impossible, it was ambrosia. He set the cup carefully on the floor next to his chair, fully intended to let the remnants recollect and gain the benefit of every last thick drop. "I'll be on my best behavior man. I swear. I won't screw things up for you." The blood hit his stomach and started spreading. He felt tiny crimson feathers spreading out through his system. His silvery-blue eyes regarded Sawyer and he nodded to himself. The vampire was trying to do alright by him. He could appreciate that. Really took an alright guy to overlook the horrible impression he had made and still work with him. He didn't want to screw things up for Sawyer at this meeting. He'd do his best. That's what was important. Doing his best for this guy who was risking so much for him. He took a deep breath and sighed slightly. "So what now Boss? I'll keep my hands and feet to myself. Stay near the place tomorrow. I might go for a jog then... what? Where do I meet you for this meeting? When is it?" He wanted to make sure he was there on time. Didn't want Sawyer to start thinking he couldn't be trusted, or that he was more of a loose cannon than he already was. He didn't like the thought of Sawyer thinking poorly of him. He considered the stuff he had downstairs. Trying to figure out what he might be able to make or right up that Sawyer might like as a gift. Be good to give the guy something, show him how much he appreciated things. Maybe he could make a pair of linked phones that pirated all the cell networks, that only Sawyer and the other person could use to call each other. No GPS tracking, untraceable. Give them an tap proof way to get in touch with each other without anyone knowing about it. That might work. Sawyer might like that. He could replace the GPS chips when encryption chips, then even if they took pictures the GPS coding wouldn't get embedded in the data file. I'm sure he'd like that... Edited by Toran, Saturday, 16. November 2013, 06:06.
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| Sawyer | Tuesday, 19. November 2013, 00:04 Post #13 |
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He watched carefully as Toran drank the vitae, and a familiar bloom of affection seemed to glow in those silver eyes, a dopey adoration that the big man probably couldn't explain or even put a finger on. This whole process was so goddamn creepy, Sawyer reflected, but it was the best option available at the moment. "It's at the Muse, an art gallery on Jubilee Street. Should be able to find it pretty easy. Meetin's set for ten, but we'll meet up with my boss, Primogen Henderson, like ten minutes before or somethin'. He'll prob'ly wanna check you out. Or give me disapprovin' looks. Or somethin'." Sawyer sighed slightly, not relishing the prospect of having to ask for Henderson's support. Why couldn't this have just been handled with as few people as possible? In any case, he'd just have to make the best of the situation. There didn't seem to be any reason why things couldn't be smoothed over- Toran had acted pretty rashly, sure, but the guy was as unenlightened as they came, and in that light, his behavior wasn't unforgivable. Still, he'd have to keep a close eye on the guy in the future; that thread of impulsiveness that seemed to run through him might mean even greater trouble before long. "Until then, just stay out of the bad parts of town," the Nosferatu said with a shrug. "Hackney and Redbridge, of course, 'n Camden should go without sayin'. I know how you and trouble get along and jesus, you'd be quick to find it in any of those places. Where'd you run into this Torrie, anyway?" |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 19. November 2013, 00:12 Post #14 |
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He blushes slightly and sighs. "Hackney. How was I to know? I just went to the best rated tattoo parlor in London. I went at NOON for hells sake. Just took a while." He grunted and shook his head, regarding Sawyer with respect. "Look Boss, I'm gonna follow the rules. I'm sorry I've been causing a shit storm, but I do swear, in my right mind, I don't cause shit. I'm an easy going fellow. But getting jumped and then seduced and shit just weirded me out and I flipped. You got my apologies for that." In the back of his head he was flipping over the various parts that went into a good cellphone. Seeking to mix and match them to make the best device for Sawyer and his girl. It gave his eyes a bit of a distant look but he wasn't really aware of it. "I'll get to the Muse with bells on. No shenanigans before hand. I'll just do some electronics shopping and then head straight there man." |
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| Sawyer | Tuesday, 19. November 2013, 01:54 Post #15 |
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Sawyer gave a cough of surprise. "Shit. Hackney? You're lucky Rosie wasn't Sabbat. Well, then again, if she had been, we'd be in a lot less trouble..." He thought for a moment about that little revelation. It made sense for a ghoul to be particularly mistrustful of an attacking vampire in Sabbat territory, didn't it? That'd be a nice spin to put on the encounter if he had to; something to tuck into the back of his mind, in any case. He glanced at the ghoul across from him coolly. "Hackney's Sabbat territory. Most of the East is. You know the Sabbat, so you know what a shitty idea it is to tangle with them. And a Cam Torrie, if that's what she really was, had no business bein' there anyway. Wonder what that was all about?" Certainly an odd person to meet there, to say the least. His own forays into Camden had been limited and purposeful, and he hadn't touched the other boroughs, though apparently Hackney had at least a semblance of normality if shops like this tattoo parlor were still in business. Sawyer looked Toran over with a critical eye. He'd clean up nicely enough, and that certainly was valuable. "You've got somethin' nicer'n that to wear, I hope? Appearances matter at these sorta things. Though ain't I one to talk?" With a wry smile, he stood up, turning to go. "That's probably all, buddy, unless you've got anythin' else you wanna ask. And don't worry. This shit would've weirded anybody out. You just got do better in the future, don't ya?" He winked with a slight chuckle. " 'Sides- the worst is always yet to come." |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 19. November 2013, 02:00 Post #16 |
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"I've got some button down shirts, nicer pants, good boots but... I'm not the armani type. I mean, I can go by something better if you think I gotta, but formal-mechanic tends to be the closest I can come without looking like a bear in a sundress." He stood up as Sawyer prepared to leave and nods. "I'll do better boss. I swear. I will do my utmost to avoid laying hand on another vampire as long as I can. Prison sorta trained me to fight back, but I'll try, OK? Hopefully I'm not going to get jumped every time I walk the town, you know?" He was content to let Sawyer go. He wasn't sure how the meeting would go. But he had faith in the vampire. He knew, sort of, that the faith was artificial, but he couldn't actually rally enough force to CARE that it was. |
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