Evelyn Nu: *Its with grim distaste that the
young ventrue lowers herself precarious stilletto'd step by precarious
stilletto'd step down a rickity rebar ladder and into the foul under-depths of
Manhatten. Encompassed in darkness at the bottom, Evelyn clicks on a small
powerful flashlight*
Ravyn:
Mmmm...sewers. What a lovely, lovely smell they have down here. Yeah, this'll be
in Evelyn's clothing for a while. It's dark and foreboding down here, the
flashlight shining brightly down the corridor.
Evelyn Nu: *Almond eyes narrow. They lived
down hear so no one would seek them out. So instead you had to jump through
hoops and unravel riddles to get the information you needed. Her flashlight bobs
as she adjusts her blouse just so, striking red flashing an apropriately
enticing amount of modest cleavage. Her feet sound with a sharp click click as
she makes to traverse the smelly maze of tunnels*
Evelyn Nu: *She can't help but muse that this
entire set up was stupidly inefficient.*
Ravyn: Little
skittering noises sound around her as she walks...slick sounds from the flow of
water in the center of the passageway, like slithering things moving through the
water. Every now and then, Evelyn's flashlight comes across a tiny shadow
flitting through the water, or scampering into a tiny hole. She continues on,
through twists and turns, for what seems like an eternity. How many miles of
sewer are below Manhattan? Too damn many. It's a long time, before she finally
hears a voice speak out, indeterminate distance away. Passageways like echo
chambers do that. "You're a long way from the office..." It's quiet, whispered
in a slight hiss. Maybe a touch amused.
Evelyn Nu: *She nearly starts, flashlight
swinging in a violent jerk as the beam stabs in the direction of the hiss*
Ravyn: Of
course, no one is there. The light shines on emptiness. Another voice,
scratchier and less sibilant, comes out in the other direction. "What brings you
down here? Lost on the way to the executive washroom?"
Evelyn Nu: *Evelyn resist the urge to respond
to the baiting, straigtening her suit and chiding herself internally for her
lack of control in starting at voices. She speaks clearly* I come for
information.
Evelyn Nu: *Two of them. She makes note,
making note that should she survive this, all further sewer adventures will be
done armed.*
Evelyn Nu: (just one note making)
Ravyn: "Mmm,
she comes for information," the scratchy voice says. "Don't they all?" chuckles
the other. There's a breif pause, before the hissing voice speaks up again.
"What information do you seek?"
Evelyn Nu: Information On Joseph Sanders
Dealings with The Sabatt. Who am I talking to? *Its a little sharp, but then..
the ventrues shoes were also beginning to sink in sewage*
Ravyn:
There's a brief moment of silence, until the air ripples, and where there was
nothing but a scratchy voice, there's now a figure. It's a person...mostly.
Hairless, the entire body covered by burn marks...exposed skin in some places.
What skin there is is mottled and pocked. It's dressed in layers of old, worn
clothes, probably pulled out of alleyways, by the smell. Not that the smell is
that noticable down here. It grins a little to Evelyn and nods, turning to walk.
"This way."
Evelyn Nu: *Ugly. She glances away and
considers marking the wall, so she might find her way back, but knowing there
were two, She reasons that the other creature might simply erase any mark she
made anyway. She takes an exagerated step to free her stiletto from the foul
smelling sludge, and follows the nosferatu* I repeat, who am I talking to?
Ravyn: "Call
me Torch." It looks over it's shoulder, grinning to Evelyn. "Who am I talking
to?"
Evelyn Nu: *Her flashlight illumiates the
creatures back as they move through the mucky tunnels, prim clack of her heels
announcing their approach* Evelyn. *She walks briskly, discretely attempting not
to look at the...torch... with too much distaste. She tries for a coy smile*
Evelyn Nu:
d10: manip + subt: 6,5,2,1,8,3,3,
Evelyn Nu: *Its a coy smile, but its clearly a
strain. The charred thing just.. too much*
Ravyn:
d10: Per+Subt: 3,5,7,6,7,
Ravyn: It
smirks a little bit and shakes it's head, before continuing on, coming to a end
of the passageway, and a large, metal door. "Honest about who you are. That's a
change for a Blue comin' down here."
Evelyn Nu: If I didn't think your
information network had gathered something as simple as my name by now, I
wouldn't be down here getting information, would I? *She says curtly, moving to
open the door if possible*
Ravyn: It
smirks a little, before drawing back. "Yeah. But it never stops 'em from tryin'."
The door takes effort to open, but with enough force, Evyln can yank it open.
Inside is a small, cramped room. Remarkably clean. There's a computer inside,
and large amounts of computer equipment, giving off a heat that would be
uncomfortable to mortal skin. Sitting in front of the computer is a man,
remarkably unhideous. He's not attractive by any means, but he's not deformed.
Exceptionally average, would be the best way to put it...in his mid 40's, with
balding hair and a pair of glasses. He doesn't look up as she opens the door,
merely murmurs. "Miss Nu."
Evelyn Nu:
d10: manip sub for torch: 2,8,5,10,2,3,4,
Evelyn Nu: *She blinks. WEll. That was
unexpected. She'd been bracing herself for a whole new world of ugly. She steps
inside and turns towards where torch was* Thank you. *She tries for that smile
again before turning to the balding man* Yes. I am Miss Nu. You are?
Evelyn Nu: (ahem.. roll should have come after
post. hit roll 1st rather than post *coughs*))
Evelyn Nu:
d10: specialty: 8,
Ravyn:
d10: Per+Subt: 6,7,7,5,2,
Evelyn Nu: *well, its a little less contrived,
perhaps she's putting more effort into catering to him now that she thinks she's
gotten what she wants. But then.. she ~is~ a ventrue*
Ravyn: Torch
just grins a bit and shuts the door, leaving Evylyn in the cramped room with the
man, who turns and regards her a moment, smirking faintly. "Call me Mister
Crock. How can I help you?"
Evelyn Nu: Joseph Sanders. What information
had he discovered on the sabbat movements before they got rid of him? *She
straightens now that she realizes she doesn't have to be all stooped in the
tunnels anymore, leveling dark eyes on Mr. Crock. Mr crock?*
Ravyn: "Ahhh, of course. Joseph...Sanders..." He turns around to the computer, tapping away on it. "Sneaky little Ventrue, that one. Had quite a bit of a good deal going on with the Giovanni. One moment."
Evelyn Nu: *She waits, taking the
oppurtunity to look around the squat little room, unabashed*
Ravyn:
There's several moments to clicking at the keys before the large, surprisingly
modern monitor, a flat-screen even, starts filling with text. "You're simply
looking for the Sabbat movements, yes?"
Evelyn Nu: I'm looking for anything that
will adequately explain his messy final death, Mr. Crock. I expect the
information you will supply me with will assist in this. *She states curtly.
Nosferatu... She watches the screen*
Ravyn: "Ahh.
Well, that's a whole different server." He looks over his shoulder to Evelyn. "I
can give you the details of his death, or you can watch for yourself."
Evelyn Nu: The video? I have it. But I will
watch it again, if you have a particular insight to share. *She moves to stand
directly behind him, looking down. A sharp tug at her crisp and now - foul
smelling - powersuit* You mean to say his death had no relation to the
information he was gathering on the Sabbat?
Ravyn: "No,
it had a fairly direct corrolation." He looks back and goes back to what he was
originally bringing up for her...the Sabbat movement information. "He was
providing information. They found out. And they killed him."
Evelyn Nu: And the information on your "whole
different server" relates to this how, Mr. Crock? *She asks, watching the screen
as the balding man scrolls away*
Ravyn: "Well,
the information on the other server is the video footage of his death." He
smiles slightly and shrugs. "You wanted to have his death explained...that would
explain his death. Or, everything up to it. IF he's dead."
Evelyn Nu: You have indication otherwise?
Ravyn: "Video
ends, he's still got a body, and it ain't decayed..."
Evelyn Nu: Yes. *she consders this.* I had
natuarlly assumed he was murdered shortly thereafter. I don't see the use in
keeping him alive.
Ravyn:
"Really?" He raises an eyebrow. "I imagine the Sabbat could think of a few
things to do with a Camarilla Ventrue who had dealings with the Giovanni."
Evelyn Nu: *She gestures to the computer*what
precisely were his dealings with the giovanni.
Ravyn:
"Simple." He looks back to the screen. "He was the shipping venue for the
Rosselinni's illegal ventures. Drugs, guns, all that kind of business. Made a
good profit, the Rosselinnis were happy with the arrangement, and he stayed
fairly clean. In addition, he was learning what he could through the Giovanni's
kills about Sabbat movements in the city. In return, he gave a discount on his
shipping prices, and he was promised the Primogenship once the information
brought about fruition."
Evelyn Nu: So the giovanni will be in the
market for another shipper. Who is handling this now:?
Ravyn: "At
the moment..." Clickety clickety click. "No one. The Giovanni have not asked for
further help at this time."
Evelyn Nu: An interesting development. *She
flicks open her palm pilot and makes a note, painted lips pressing tgether in a
hard line* Have you any information on that video's specific origin?
Ravyn:
"Filmed at the source...Saunder's warehouses, which caught fire. Before they did
catch fire, by the way."
Evelyn Nu: *Another note in the electronic
device* Have the giovanni made any inquiries after Saunders?
Ravyn:
"Well...not to us," He chuckles a little bit. "I don't know if they have spoken
to anyone else in the Camarilla."
Evelyn Nu: *She nods sharply* Anything else mr.
Crock?
Ravyn: He
shakes his head. "That's all I know, I'm afraid."
Evelyn Nu: *Her palm pilot snaps shut with
finality* Alright. My pager number is *** **** if anything occurs to you. Thank
you and good evening.
Ravyn: "Any
time, Miss Nu." He nods with a grin,, banishing the information from the monitor
and getting back to work. "Oh...do us a favor. Don't bring this up to Sheriff
Romer just yet. I'm sure you can find the right time to properly utilize it."
Evelyn Nu: *snap click, tap tap click snap. A
note is made in the palm pilot as the ventrue steps out the door and shuts it
behind her. Now to make her way out again....*
Ravyn:
Torch is still there, waiting for her. It smiles to her and nods. "C'mon. I'll
get ya to a good sewer grate to come up that's not in the middle of the street."
Evelyn Nu: Good. *Evelyn waitss for him to
take the lead, careful not to look at him over much, or too little. She keeps a
steady gaze ahead of them, stillettos clacking and slurping in the sludge*
Ravyn: And to
her word, it does take Evelyn to a safe place out.