ofelia zhou deals in secrets. (consultancy) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-02-11 21:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, !playerplot: a building of rooks, loch lemach, ofelia zhou |
but having friends like that would be too easy.
Who: Loch Lemach & Ofelia Zhou
What: Transcript of a meeting, the conclusion of the case, and the identity of the noble Fee has been hunting for Loch since October.
Where: Ofelia's office.
When: Tuesday afternoon.
Rating: Language.
Status: Complete!
[ the click of a lighter ] Loch Lemach: So. You said you got something for me? Ofelia Zhou: Indeed. I finally got a lead on the owner of that warehouse — can’t say I think very highly of his hired help, though. Took some digging, but the name matches up with at least two of the front companies I was investigating in early winter, so fairly certain this is your man. LL: Savvy. So who's my new friend? OZ: Does the name Count Niccolo Sforza mean anything to you? LL: Heard it around. Never dealt with the man myself. Seems the type keeps to himself. [...] Fucking convenient I suppose. OZ: Extremely meticulous, more like. He covered his tracks a dozen different ways. He commissioned those mechanical rooks, but didn’t want anyone or Faram to know he did so. LL: Be pretty damning evidence if you ask me. OZ: [dryly] How many dead prostitutes was it again? LL: Think he almost got to a half-dozen before Ash kicked his ass. [...] Fucker returned the favor couple of weeks back, I suppose you heard. OZ: I did. LL: So it's a good thing we live in a world where it's easy to return such courtesies. Any idea what he's up to these days? [ pause, a rustle of papers ] OZ: First off, here’s a sketch of the most honorable Count — good thing the nobles love getting their artistic renditions done. LL: [ examines the sketch for a few seconds, in silence ] I've seen this guy before. Around the Red Light District one time I went to see Ash after her work back before summer. OZ: You’re thinking established history with the Ruby, then? LL: Could be. OZ: Hm. [...] And as for his whereabouts: I have it on good authority that he’s going to be attending Lady Farquaad’s Namorados party. If, say, you wanted to pay a courteous visit. LL: [ a slow smile ] Well, I do love a good party. Be rude not to say hi to my dear new friend besides. [ a long, considering pause ] OZ: Look. However you’re connected to this, Lemach—— [...] Give him hell for me as well. Conti took a very old friend of mine, who was dear to me. So I admit to a certain amount of satisfaction at concluding this job, even the gil aside. LL: No shit. [ an amused look ] But I'm guessing I ought to assume that's a figure of speech there and you do want to get paid, no? OZ: [ laughs ] Have you ever known a gambler to refuse gil? I’ll take the full promised rate, thank you kindly. LL: Thought you'd say that. I'll send you the money the usual way by the end of next week. [ smirk ] Maybe throw in a few words about the conclusion of this case if it'll make you feel better about your friend. OZ: It would, yes. Conclusively. LL: Then consider it a bonus for a job well done. You did so much more than I asked, after all. [ stubs out cigarette, stands up ] Always a pleasure, Ofelia. OZ: Pleasure’s all mine. |