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Post by Zuyuri on Oct 31, 2017 19:55:52 GMT
Cruella clicked her pen quietly. If the boy wanted to drown his sorrows then fine. She wasn't going to waste her breath on someone who clearly didn't give a shit. Her checkbook was back open and the long sleeve of her coat obscured it from prying eyes. The last thing she needed was someone to steal her bank number and rob her. That meant she'd have to go to the police, and the last thing she needed was to talk with the likes of those naive fools.
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 1, 2017 1:30:00 GMT
"You own this place?" Vanitas asked.
Maybe she was just the manager. Maybe she did own it. Or maybe the workers just recognized power when they saw it and new better than the mess with her. He was trying to get a better read on her. Figure out what made her tick. It could help him down the line, but really, help him in what? He hadn't tried a new 'kill all humans plan' since he got out. The time he hadn't spent on his back in bed with Moses, he had just sulked angrily at the world, stewing in his own poor living conditions and thoughts.
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 1, 2017 4:28:46 GMT
So now Vanitas wanted to talk. Well, she could multitask. With a ripping notion, a sound not unlike a ravaging beast tearing open fresh meat, Cruella ripped the check she had finished writing. She slid the finished check aside and began writing the transcation from the numbers in her bank account. While she wasn't as rich as the Agrestes or the Lafayettes, she was one of the higher-ups.
"I don't just own in, darling. I built it, I advertised it, I made sure no bloody goody two shoes with intentions of tattling walked into this club..."
On cue, a muffled scream came from the back room. A goody-goody was being snacked on as she and Vanitas spoke.
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 1, 2017 16:01:11 GMT
The scream ripped through the air before all went silent again. The bar life continued on as if there had been no interruption at all. It should have sent the rest of the patrons running, either out of the bar in fear of their own lives or towards the noise because of some misplaced sense of heroism. It was no secret this was a dangerous bar with vampires and werewolves alike. Some species played with their food. Others did not.
"I could get used to a place like this." he mused.
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 2, 2017 17:53:28 GMT
“Good.”
Cruella’s gleeful smile looked gruesome with the red wine staining her teeth pink. The sharpened points gleaned like daggers. The patrons who had been hypnotized by her “gift”, as bloody humans called it, were filling her bar and club set to pay. Those like Vanitas, who didn't bat an eye at the bloody murder or didn’t give a shit, were all the better to serve. She set her glass down and gestured the barkeep top her off. He did, nd the goblet filled red again.
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 3, 2017 13:36:25 GMT
"No offense, but why aren't cops crawling all over this place?" he asked.
The place all but screamed brothel and drug den. An area like this ought to have more police officers around, waiting to pop people for 'breaking the rules'. They would have made their quota alone just by writing tickets and fines for the parking jobs outside! Let alone what was happening behind the doors, namely the eating people and whatever else they got up to. Cruella had some way of dealing with the unwanted pigs in uniform. She had her act together. She was a terrible person, that much he could be certain of, but she wasn't in fear of her life of the police or all the enemies she made. In a way, she was everything Vanitas aspired to be, except she was successful at it. A flare of white hot envy flashed through him.
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 3, 2017 15:11:10 GMT
“You’ve heard of wards, darling? With the right magic, they can repel whatever branch of people you wish to keep out.”
She gestured to the blood red crystals in the chandelier. Some of them appeared to be filled with a liquid that seemed to have bubbles. A naive person would have assumed it was a tricknof the light. In reality, the glass was truly filled with vials of spilled blood from the commissioner. Anyone who had been in physical contact with himwas repelled from Mina.
“And if that doesn’t work, there are always those gumshoes that forget protective protocol. You see, like most vampires, I have a...gift. Some have siren songs, others have enhanced strength. Me?”
She lit a false cigarette. False because there was no tobbaco. What it really was had been incense wrapped tightly in paper. With a wave and a blowing motion, green smoke - her power and the incense’s curl - wafted to a nearby patron. As the smoke was thrown through his nostrils, his eyes glazed and he sat upright.
“Darling,” she addressed the patron, “there’s nothing bad here. If people say there have been assaults, there aren’t. Are we understood?” The patron nodded.
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 6, 2017 18:40:39 GMT
Vanitas gave a slow nod of understanding. The crystals in the chandelier that she pointed out all but called out to him. At one point he would have just stolen them. But that was not now. Moses was trying to vie for his freedom. He couldn't exactly go messing that up now. He did expect to go back to jail for what he did - murder, conspiracy to commit murder, assault, kidnapping. Now that he thought about it, he had a horrible record. No wonder he fit in at a place like this. A place where screams and agony where two common occurrences. He was sitting before a very powerful woman, he realized. Oddly that came with a newfound respect for the hag.
"And how would I get one of those stones?" he asked.
Cruella decided to show even more of her power over the bar. While under normal circumstances the smoke of her cigarette, would have had people gagging because of the smell alone. Instead had her patrons listening with unwavering attention. Vanitas quietly watched. That would have been useful, he noted, when he had been trying to control both the Grey Dawn situation and the poisoned Sapien he had wanted to use to target humans. He had nothing now.
"That's really useful."
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 7, 2017 6:05:56 GMT
'They don't come cheap, Vanitas."
Now that the demon was beginning to show interest in her wares, Cruella started using his real name. She took business propositions seriously, which meant the ever pleasant chatterbox was going into a tone of much more elegance. She pointed up to the chandelier. She couldn't destroy the very thing that protected her from the police. Hypnotized security had been taken out before by a few cops. They had never breached the door thankfully, but they had come very close to getting to her.
"I'm not just talking blood magic fees either."
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 7, 2017 14:24:38 GMT
"And what would it cost?" he asked.
His eyes narrowed when she said his name. Sure, he had wanted the crystals. They would certainly help in warding off the people he didn't want to be around. Namely the police, but really, at this point, he would have no use for them. The Others Unit would likely see him behind bars for his crimes. No amount of crystal hoo-doo would keep him from a 'punishment' for his 'evil' deeds. He had just been trying to get by, same as anyone else, granted he had more murderous thoughts than most people. Still, Cruella's suggestion over cost did have him curious. He hadn't proposed blood magic. Blood wasn't a magical field he was strong in no matter the case.
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 8, 2017 6:30:43 GMT
“Let’s just say my prices for these run higher than a few measly dollars. Scammers at Magnolia would sell cheap red glass for fifty. No no, we’re talking 200 grand just for a handful.”
There was no way Vanitas had that kind of money. He was far too young. Young enough perhaps to work a double shift just to get by in this town. Cruella paid her pack above minimum wage and they could spend their life on a decent palate and living wage.
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 8, 2017 14:17:26 GMT
"Go figure." he murmured.
Vanitas didn't work. He didn't have a way to get money. The money he did have was going to be just enough to cover his drinks (and only because Moses refused to touch his 'blood money' as he put it). There was no way on earth he was going to ask Moses for it. Moses probably didn't even have that much if he was working a blue collar job. Not to mention the f. It didn't change the fact that he wanted one of those crystals. But there were a number of things he wanted but couldn't have. Mostly because he had decided to live for revenge on all humans who had hurt him in the past (as well as those that just got in his way). Money was just another thing that set him apart from everyone else. They had it. He didn't. He stared into his glass, brooding over the matter.
He was frustrated with how things had gone in his life. The only way he had gotten by was threatening, beating and killing his way to the top. All it took was one stupid half demon to kick him back to the bottom. He lost everything for Moses. He should be resentful. Only he wasn't. He was trying to work out what he felt. For a demon like him, who only allowed himself the darker emotions like hatred and anger, it was harder discerning something... light.
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 8, 2017 18:29:29 GMT
A silence as cold as a winter wind fell over them. Vanitas was so wrapped up in brooding, and since he had no money to buy the wards, she had no interest in a business proposition. She went back to her checks while he went back to his brooding. Let him stew in his own misery. The tab of the stock piling screwdrivers would make an excellent pay.
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 8, 2017 19:13:56 GMT
Vanitas sighed. He finished his drink and waved the barkeep down again for another. Cruella didn't seem pleased that he could afford a crystal, even if he was interested. But who carried that much cash around on them anyways? Aside from those snobs up in Lieu Sanglante. Those fools probably blew their noses on hundred dollar bills. But he was trying to keep his nose clean because Moses wanted him to. Again came that wave of emotions that he didn't know what he wanted to do with. He thought drinking would help numb that. Dull it so he could go back to ignoring it again. Instead it only made the problem worse. He glared at the glass before looking up at Cruella.
"Do you have anything I can afford?" he asked.
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 8, 2017 19:40:17 GMT
“Well now that depends on what else you’re looking for.” She clicked her pen closed. He had some kind of money at least. Now came one of her favorite things in the world besides an O positive laced red wine. It was the bartering for something. Demons were her favorite customers to barter with.
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