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Post by Raymond Wyndham on Mar 19, 2020 21:07:41 GMT -6
“Yeah seems a long con setup for badness,“ He said as they settled in the provided room. He never questioned how close they remained. He knew Alexandras was batshit crazy but somehow felt very specially for Mel. And while they’d not truly spoken more than in passing of their friendship, he was fairly sure it wasn’t because Alexandras had made Mel a meal. As far as he was aware outside of good sex Mel had never bled herself for anyone. Realizing they needed as much clarification he nodded, “And yeah lets call Mot. That’s his neck of the woods and if anything he should at least have an ideas to how serious this person could be.” He shrugged not going into the details Mot shared about the Master of the city. Violante was even crazier than Alexandras and violent to boot. When hearing of the secret civil war of witches she supposedly simply had everyone with mystical abilities put to death. Accidents and gang crime was what the news said though the few in the know knew what it was according to the man. He was sure form reputation that Mot had at least a hand in the happenings. The man for all of his school boy charm was a cold blood killer even before his infection. The fact that even as they never outright said, but him and Tamrine kept their distance said all he needed to know. The woman was fierce and bawdy if she didn’t spend anytime in your company meant you’d done something she viewed as bad. She still didn’t answer his emails directly even all these years after the fallout with Terrance in New Orleans. Slipping his jacket off he settled into the small insuite office space and placed his phone on the table on speaker and dialed Miami. Why Alex valued her so deeply Melissa didn't know but she cared for the woman as a friend and would endeavor to help her as much as she could. They had shared sleeping space but never done anything untoward. Her veins had stayed closed and they had only ever cheek kissed or hugged. The closeness offered tho had helped them both through tough times and she was grateful for that. Sometimes she worried the favors were one way but if it was ever asked of her and didn't go against other relationships she held dear Mel would do it. Make someone disappear? Sure, why not? Make someone realize they were messing with the wrong person again yes. Wear strange clothes and do plays, reluctantly but yes. Laying across the bed the picture of relaxed but Ray would know she was on alert listening to the sounds both in their room and outside of it. Waiting for Mot to pick up. He waited and was nearly preparing to hangup when the line finally came live. They were treated to the clear sound of the phone dropping and then the unmistakable brogue of Mot. ‘Yeah’ he said more of a question and clearly a hint of whiskey in his diction. Ray smirked as it was clear that while still inebriated the most at the wedding it’d been him on his better behavior. “Mot its Chicago Ray and Melissa we have a got a few questions only you could answer. You got a sec?” A few seconds of motion and a lessening of the background rock music later and Mot was saying, ‘Ye don’t say boyo. Well fire away what can I do for ye?’ |
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Post by * on Apr 7, 2020 9:45:02 GMT -6
“What can I do ye for,“ He answered not looking at the caller ID. As he heard and felt lion on the other end he sat up more directly. He was in h is usual slouch this late into the evening. Standing he moved towards the back door where there’d be more privacy saying, “Give me a second will ye.” Stepping outside he sat his beer down on the dumpster as he unzipped and relived himself. As he zipped up, “Gwo on.” He said. As Ray began speaking the moment his stream ended. “Listen Mot what do you know of a recent-ish kidnapping from a hospital. It’s a newly infected leopard form your area. He’s here now. Didn’t get a name as it may be fake and probably wouldn’t match anyway.” He squinted and fought the urge to curse a blue streak. As who ever would be foolish enough to poach from Violante would surely be on the chopping block. He sucked air in a quick inhalation. “Ah’ve got nothing but give me a few hours. I have a contact or two I can tap. I can assure ye Violante knows nothing or else I’d be out rounding the suspect for a beating at the very least.” Pausing he looked at his watch. “Ah’ll call ye by midnight.” She still didn’t answer his emails directly even all these years after the fallout with Terrance in New Orleans. Slipping his jacket off he settled into the small insuite office space and placed his phone on the table on speaker and dialed Miami. |
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Melissa Haze
Cibolla Campo Clan
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Post by Melissa Haze on Apr 7, 2020 23:40:44 GMT -6
Head tilted as she heard the man pick up. Then her eyes went wide as saucers at his actions. She covered her mouth to stifle a guffaw looking at Ray with tears of mirth forming in her eyes. Catching her breath she let out a slow exhale then listened to what was said. Brow hiked at the fact this was news to Mot who she thought knew everything going on in Mami. That was not good, but she was sure he was good for his word because it was clear his ass was on the line if he didn't.
For not the last time she thanked the fates for bringing her to Chicago and not Miami. How one lived under that kind of madness she didn't know. Tho the Seattle crew seemed to do well enough there as well. She heard the rumors from there about the pan were who held the three strong beasts and became some strange blend of them when shifted depending on who she shifted with. She wanted to meet her someday but it wasn't pressing.
When Ray hung up she smiled" Well then that was interesting, not sure I like him not knowing but we will see what shakes loose"
After that she heard the vampire leave and smelled him on his way out. One less issue to worry about in the other room then. " do you need to go get her or make sure shes paid?"
Meaning Karishma
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Post by Raymond Wyndham on Apr 8, 2020 8:20:53 GMT -6
Ray looked at his watch Midnight was three hours and while he didn’t doubt Mot would definitely try his best he had no belief anything would come of it in such a short time. Someone’s were strong enough and powerful enough with enough reach to steal right underneath his and Violante’s noses. That meant the chances of them slipping up enough to have left a thread to follow was slim and none. He didn’t hold out hope for anything meaningful but kept his pessimism to himself. “Okay midnight.” He ended the call looking to Mel and she was right on the money. It was not a good sign and spoke ill, well more ill of whoever was behind this.
He fought the frown that easily came at the notion of what that might entail. He didn’t like the look of it as it smelled of either a vast conspiracy or something strong enough to play with vampires and that was nothing good. As the kidnapping and transportation across stateliness meant several kisses and clans noses were rubbed in it. Vampires behaved poorly enough without reason. This was in fact reason and he was sure they’d act accordingly.
“We’re close enough she’ll find us,” he didn’t offer how as he was sure she knew how sensitive snakes’ sense of smell was. He’d found out that they could taste subtle shifts in a person’s chemistry and pinpoint illnesses that hadn’t quite metastasized yet. Or maybe it was just Ka. He didn’t think so as she wasn’t the strongest snake he’d met. Hell, she wasn’t even the strongest human he knew. She was too trusting at times and had no actual violent bone in her body even when it came to self-preservation. Her first instinct was to appeal to others best instincts. He supposed it was why most people liked her she was not a threat despite her infection.
Standing he moved to Mel crawling up the length of her. “We got a few minutes… or not” he paused looking towards the door as he heard and scented Ka just outside. Collapsing on her he moaned in her ear before pushing himself up and moving to the door opening it. “Ka?” he asked the question one of if there was anything needed. Getting her response, he nodded and gave her the routing number. She rarely had any concerns but her statement as to watching out for Carina was duly noted. He knew new lycanthropes could be like super-strong two-year-olds. Willful and wild hurting themselves and those around them with their clumsy flails. Especially lions he hoped leopards were a little more sedate but maybe not.
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Melissa Haze
Cibolla Campo Clan
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Relationship Status: Not Looking
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Post by Melissa Haze on May 12, 2020 15:31:22 GMT -6
Watching them interact made mel smile, he was in boss mode. What made her happiest was that they had stayed away from each other for years but now touched and enjoyed freely. Once the medic left she shrugged" rini will be fine shes backed down full beasted lions and partially shifted bears. Not to mention hormonal teenage shifters"
True if she got hurt mel would be fairly angry over it but she did trust her bestie to have it in hand. Slinking up behind him she reached for what she wanted firmly and whispered" what if I promise to be really quiet so you can listen out?"
Her intent clear and temptation laid at his feet.
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