Los Angeles: Blood Moon (VtM V20) - ❌💀🟩ch11-smugglers-blood-doesnt-smell

Chapter 11 Location: TRANSPORTATION LA office Players: Roxanne & Alexander @Slinar [Alexander Montferrier] @!Yr Hyennaes (Tash/Kris/Agnes) ST: @!Yr Hyennaes (Tash/Kris/Agnes) Previous scenes: #❌💀🟩⭐ch10-shepherds-of-the-lost-souls #❌💀🟩ch10-magic-and-chill (edited)

Alexander didn’t bothered through the phone call, and just texted : We need to talk, about private issues. Your office in one hour ? A. M

"Sure thing. Will be there. What's the issue? Or is it too private to text?"

"Face to face is better."

Office was huge. The building itself was not that gorgeous comparing to Ventrue tower, but definitely not something you would expect of a brujah to own. The high building with big spacy offices, glass and chrome everywhere. Combining with nice dark stone and pretty simply designed but comfy furniture it gives the mood of a man, not a woman running buisness here. But at the end anyone hit the office with the tag "Roxanne Shepherd. Director"

Alexander entered the place, unarmed except his knife at his belt, behind the huge leather jacket he was wearing. He was wearing a deep red shirt, with the same dark jean. The mask was still on.

16:25

Where can this woman be? I wonder who she can be to get a hold like this on Kennedy.

Inside the office he found Roxanne., official clothes with pants instead of a skirt. It could be called for practical reasons. but that was not practical at all, if to be frank. Shepherd packed a little box and with the last stretch of a sticky tape paid attention to Monferrier. - Oh... Alexander, - she called him by his name as she knew he was a friend of Alex. She gave him a little official smile. - Good night. So what's the deal? What happened? And um.. Is it ok if I ask to remove your mask in this building? You scare my clients.

"I sometime forget that not everywhere is a dangerous place to go. But I would prefer to keep it on if we see other kindreds, just to be sure. And I bet you prefer to have me considering you dangerous." He cracked his left little finger with his thumb, before waving a hand in the air. "But considering what I'm going to ask you, it's better to build trust right now." He took off his mask, looking straight at her. His hair were not well groomed, nor his look or complexion, giving him more the look of a dying and malnourished soldier than a pretty face like Kennedy. "I came to ask for a supply in blood bags. What do you want in exchange?" Always the cold voice, always the formalism and distance to be used when talking to a dangerous beast.

Rox didn't look dangerous. Not more dangerous as a beautiful healthy business lady would. But Alexander should have known already she dealt with sabbat. Killed. Suffered. That does create a character. - I prefer to show my mortal clients I don't deal with roleplay psychos. No offence. It really doesn't look good for my business in this building. But if you want to keep it, we better meet in the other place. She sighed. Well, second tremere to make behave. - About the cost... I'd say money, - she spread her arms, - but I'm sure your kind can offer something much more interesting. How much do you need? She offered tremere to take a sit and went to the door to close it from the inside so noone could bother them. - I know it also can be very personal, so it's up to you to answer, but what's the problem to get your own? I thought tremere should not have problems with... Blood... You know...

Alexander looked at her as she came back, before taking out a blue notebook from his snatchel. "I'm a busy person. Busy searching for our ennemies." He slapped it on the desk, before pausing two fingers on it. "The price, is information. I give you your prey, and you give me the blood to hunt them." He squinted his eyes, before smiling softly. "What have you learned on the burning Elyseums yet ?"

- I know the same Alex knows, - she opened a drawer at the wall, and then took a dark bottle from a mini freezer, passing it to Montferrier. - Sounds fair. You can try it first. I don't know if you have any issues, so...

@Slinar [Alexander Montferrier]

Alexander took the bottle, putting it in his snatchel. "You don't know much then. What I propose you is to bring you the answer to this question : where are those Sabbat people, and who are they. From what I've gathered, there is at least one proficient in Abyssian magic, and so can trap locations with creatures of darkness." He cracked his fingers one by one. "The rest, will go forth as soon as I got my supply of blood. It can pretty much be a permanent deal, as long as you need me." He pointed at her with a finger. "The blood, you have a domain over an hospital ?"

- Let's say I have a domain. Try it. This one is just a treat, - she rolled her eyes. - I am ok to share, but I'm not paid for this job at all. And blood is my business so I'll hope when I need your services I would best rely on them. What can you do after all?

"You haven't ask Kennedy?" He clacked his tong on his palate, before beginning to join his hands. "I can hunt down information, and I am an expert in the occult. But I think you have this last one under your cusp." He touched his chin with his hand, before looking at her once again straight in the eyes. "Let's say I'm a "ok" investigator. You need a chore done, but don't have the time or envy, you call me, I do that for you. You can name your offer in blood, I bring what you want if I accept the offer." "For the Sabbat, et al, it's more of a sign on... How I can prove my skills. But I think you have all the interest to satisfy our Prince isn't it ?"

- I haven't asked Kennedy, - she spread her arms, - I trust him enough to ask that to you myself. I meant what tricks can you do with your magic. Otherwise it's 80 bucks a bottle. Don't want to trade long here. And if LaCroix or your Regent will pay me in ok to provide you whenever blood you need. I have just enough. She sat in her chair and put one foot on the table. - LaCroix is not an authority to me. I'm not doing anything to "satisfy" him! I'm doing this because I have seen dozens of my clan mates ripped apart by sabbat. And I hate the job, okay?! Her eyes glowed in hatred.

@Slinar [Alexander Montferrier]

"I see." She is clearly not that vaine. But not really cooperative. I wonder if she can even find them. "I need to have blood. In large quantities. You can provide me in it, and I have cash, that's perfect. I'll take you 3 bottles, if you have them right now, and I'll come to you later if I find more intel on the Sabbat. The information on the Lasombra was free." He got up, reaching in his jean pocket and grabbing a clip of money. His face showned dissapointment, tiredness.

- Of course. I do have some. I don't store much here, but today you're just lucky I do have two more. She put two dark bottles on the table. - You know, my Sire would like you... You act like nosferatu, - nit really clear if it was a compliment or an attempt to insult.

"And I look like one." He grinned, showing his teeth. "Double the pleasure. Half the reward." He advanced, putting the stack of bottle in his snatchel. "I’ll tell you more about the Sabbat pack as soon as I have clues."

- You may think about using makeup, - she winked. Definitely communication with Alex gave the whole tremere clan more credibility in her eyes. - Next time you can just call me. I can send a courier. Just don't eat 'em. And get rid of that awful mask when dealing with me. Please.

He got up, before turning around to see her. "Goodbye." He took out his phone, going out, as he typed a message and send it to Vincent.

I want to investigate some Sabbat places, I need your skills if you can dissapear in the shadows. In two hours, in front of the Lacroix Tower ?
A. M

understood. I'll be there

Alexander smiled. To the fucking point, I like that.

- I can B your plan B, - she smirked, letting tremere go.

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[End scene]

Recap : Alexander Montferrier, the ugly duck, has gone to Roxanne to offer a deal and some infos on the sabbat findings he has. Sadly, she didn't wanted that, and he just accepted a deal on deal basis : he give her money, or info, and she gives him blood. He has finally texted Vincent to go investigate with the nosferatu (edited)

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