Know what that's worth Who: Eloisa and Kiara Where: Kiara’s office When: Nightfall
Having been in Scarlet Oak for a few days now, Eloisa had come to several conclusions. One of then was that this really wasn’t her ideal sort of place. There were too many vampires and too many weres who weren’t affected by her. And worse (because it could get worse) there was a vampire politician who actually seemed to have some measure of power. Countered by an anti-supernatural who likely wanted all vampires dead. All in all it wasn’t exactly the best of places for Valya to have stopped off in, therefore leading to Eloisa’s eventual arrival. But Eloisa wasn’t going to leave just because of that. She’d only just managed to find Valya again. She had severe doubts that there was anything in the world with the power necessary to drag her away a second time. There’d been things that she enjoyed when they were apart but not enough to repeat the experience. It was still hard for her to believe that Valya was actually there and not merely another really fantastical and imaginative dream. Last thing that she wanted was to wake up one evening and realize that the Rider of Famine wasn’t there. Scarlet Oak would learn what it was really like when a vampire had her way with the area. These little deaths would seem like mosquito bites compared to what she wanted to do.
Lucky for everyone she hadn’t been woken up to that just yet. She had woken up to the realization that she wanted to get Valya some sort special blood, a sort of thanks for letting her stay. Once upon a time she’d have just gone out and sniffed something particularly delicious from the people on the streets but nowadays there were blood dealers for that sort of thing. A little asking around with her sunglasses covering her eyes, which she hated doing, and she’d gotten a few names. The one that she decided to use was a woman named Kiara O’Neill who worked as a curator at the local museum. Seemed a little odd for someone in her line of work, but Eloisa hadn’t heard anything bad about her. Some rumors claimed she was odd in some way but Eloisa dealt well with odd people. Certain blood dealers were all too aware of what her particular line did so maybe this unusual one wouldn't be. Or maybe she wouldn't care. Or maybe Eloisa would have to leave a dead body in a museum. Self-defense, she thought with an amused giggle as she entered the museum, shoes silent on the floor as she slipped back to the offices, eyes flicking over various name plaques. If this dealer was nothing more than some sort of human then she'd be able to claim it. Their tempers could be such awful things around her.
Ah, there it was. Kiara O'Neill. Polite was knocking on the door. Eloisa and manners hadn't ever been terribly good friends and the door was unlocked anyhow. "Ah, hello," Eloisa said, not bothering to remove her sunglasses as she stepped in. Seemed like the redhead behind the desk liked Gaelic work if the things on the wall and her desk were any judge. "Kiara O'Neill if I'm not wrong. Heard some things about you when I was wandering about past few days. Hoping that they're true." She gave a smile that was meant to show off her fangs and took a seat she hadn't been offered. Public places were Eloisa's very favorite. Trumped out private homes that she could be kept out of. Silly little rule, she had no idea why it'd ever been enacted on them. Won't matter eventually, when they're all dead.