Sthelada (spillingthetea) wrote in nybynightic, @ 2020-09-23 20:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | activity type: log/thread, character: amadeus lazarus, character: sthelada |
Who: Amadeus and Sthelada
What: Recruiting a hound
When: 9/23 - about 11pm
Where: Moment of Peace Cafe
Rating: Low
Status: In complete
To say Sthelada was ill at ease was an understatement. She had never revealed herself to any member of any court openly. It had never been necessary. But things had changed and she had to adapt. It was the way of the Nosferatu. It was what Xinoteus would have wanted. He always thought she could be so much more, but had been content in his shadow.
Besides, a Nosferatu was missing, possibly having been murdered by Anarchs or a victim of more sinister machinations. It was a tragedy and a mystery. Her clan was few in number, especially in these nights, and she felt she needed the answers to the mystery of her brother's disappearance. No she didn't know him. But all of her clan were her brothers and sisters. Xinoteus had taught her that.
So she was meeting the Sheriff. As herself, not as Julie Shepard, the charming hostess of a cyber cafe for rich hipster ladies to drink organic, free trade, fair use tea and coffee and pretend they were smarter than everyone else. They never changed, the ladies of privilege and power. Their clothes and hairstyles did, but these modern women with their cell phones were no different than the ladies with their wide skirts and white powder wigs that had frequented her first tea room. Always with their gossip, affairs, and cutting each other down.
Amadeus Lazarus was not like them though. A Tremere, one of the Usurpers, but very much not like most them. Former Marquess of Chinatown, now the sheriff of New York City. He was flamboyant, handsome, and bold, possibly the complete opposite of herself. His name was audacious, implying both the talent of Mozart and the invincibility of Lazarus of the Bible. A bold name for a bold man. He was fascinating, just from what she'd found out about him. That made her more interested in the position.
The store was closed, but the side door she'd directed him to opened as he rang the bell. It was automated, much of her shop was. One button opened and closed it only long enough for the sheriff to pass through. It led into a small industrial kitchen. One door led to the darkened shop and the other too the 'control room' where Sthelada oversaw everything. The door very few had been behind.
That door opened. Sthelada kept to the shadows until Amadeus entered the room. "Good evening, sheriff," she greeted as she finally revealed herself. Cracked and scarred parchment colored skin, straw colored blond hair. Large yellow eyes with tiny pupils. A barely discernible nose. Most likely she was not the most hideous member of her clan that he'd encountered in his undeath. "The door is on a timer. I did not wish for it to alarm you." As she had said, the door closed behind him.
There were two plush office chairs in front of a wall of security monitors. Most of them were off, only the basic security cameras were running. Sthelada sat in one, folding her cracked and scarred hands in her lap. "Please, make yourself comfortable."