Who: LaCroix & War What: An old general meets an old ally When: Nighttime Where: LaCroix’s job Rating: TBD
LaCroix settled into his comfy black office chair, drawing it closer to the table that was set in front of him. He quietly fixed his equipment, shifting his microphone towards him lightly tapping it to make sure it was on “I see we haven’t been pulled from the air as of yet…This is your humble host the Nightcrawler on NightWatch Los Angeles…” he stated softly against the mic “tonight we are discussing the end as we have been for the entire week.” He exhaled a sigh as he shifted some dials, he had been forced to perform much of the work as the man working him in his booth had drunk the poisoned water and hadn’t long after drowned in his own blood.
It wasn’t like he truly cared about the dead man but not having him around was putting quite a strain on the ancient vampire. He frowned at the no callers on the switchboard deciding to continue, “…the first horsemen rose from the first seal upon a white horse and he was given a crown… And there went out another horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword." The vampire suddenly paused lifting his pale head to peer at his crimson visitor; tilting his elegant face “I see we have a visitor ….War I presume?”