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Post by hadopelagic on Mar 16, 2024 1:34:36 GMT -6
"Am I polite enough?" Vegas asked sweetly. "I can't speak for the WDSA ..." She eyed Domin with a sly smile. "In fact, they don't know I exist. But Domin has contacts in the organization, and he's my fashionable bodyguard."
Vegas held out a business card.
"Think it over. I'll leave you my personal number. Ah! And one more thing."
She tilted her head submissively and shuffled a little closer to Millaray.
"As I said. The world is a web of connections. The wars of vampires affect the lives of everyone. But. By the same token. Your pain should be intolerable to everyone." Slowly, she glanced between Millaray and Ridha, observing their expressions. "My cousins. I'll show you what it means to be allied with Vegas."
As if confiding a secret, she cupped a hand against her mouth.
"Tell me the name of a monster. An elder vampire, an abuser. You say they are everywhere. I believe it. Vampires are cursed men, after all. So give me a name."
They might think she was trying to trick them, trying to learn the name of their next target. To prevent that, Vegas added,
"He doesn't have to live in Wath. Just within the country."
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Post by jarahamee on Mar 16, 2024 2:16:24 GMT -6
“Deal.”
Millaray frowned slightly, as if considering, but took the card in her hand. She stared down at it, and Vegas had the distinct sense that she was scanning it for magic. After a moment, she appeared satisfied, and slipped it in her pocket. Ridha looked sidewise at her, as if questioning her judgement, but said nothing. He would follow her lead, wherever it went. Millaray was strategic, and whatever she decided to do had a way of working itself out.
Domin turned his head as he watched the two exchange glances, but did not interrupt. In the truest sense, he had no stakes in their conversation. He was satisfied enough that this all did not deteriorate into violence, and honestly had not expected much from this meeting with them.
Millaray paused, and leaned forward towards Vegas, whispering conspiratorially in her ear;
“Isaiah Raidenfel.”
A local vampire, but not one they had plans to target anytime soon. There were far too many monsters, and far too little time to take down every single criminal. Eventually, they would need to move on and focus on the next set of monsters, and the next, like a rolling tidal wave of violence.
She then offered her hand. Whether or not Vegas was telling the truth, she was keeping her word.
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