[Sodium_noir] Friday Night Continued

[concrete chaos]

Arkana...Mara
A brace of Brujah

*Mara nods to her clanmate.  She had a pretty good idea too.   "Human, I'm
guessing?  Probably severed the vocal cords so they couldn't scream?  Or
drugged them?"  If she was right, that was a horrible way to die.  Far worse
than the pain that followed on the heels of her Embrace.  Even seven years
of unlife had failed to erase that memory.  But in the end, she was
still...alive.  To a point.
*
Arkana just looks on, amazed, "I don't even want to imagine what the poor
thing went through", she exclaims, and shakes her head.

*>A look of confusion quickly makes it's way to Arkana's face, and for a
moment she loses contact with Mara's beautiful dead brown eyes, she shakes
the swarming thoughts away only for a moment to meet her gaze again.
*
*Mara watches Arkana.  So, it seemed that she was a bit shaken too.  "So,
shall I make some calls?"  Mara asks a second time.  "Like I said, I can't
translate the words, so you'll need someone else's assistance.  Unless of
course you know of any Warlocks in the city that would be willing to
help?"   Mara hoped this was not the case.  Guiness' FAQ on the city had
made no mention of the Tremere, other than their chantry being destroyed a
while back.

*Noticing the fact that Mara can see her confusion, afterall she did not
intend to hide it, Arkana brings herself back from wherever it was her mind
had taken her and answers her question. "Please do make those calls". she
pauses when she catches on to the Warlock part "I'm afraid I can now say
that I do know some sort of Warlock, but obviously mentioning any of
this would be the end my band, not to mention myself", by instinct she wraps
a tighter grip round her tape recorder staring at it she thinks, what a
tangled web she has just spun and managed to get sort of entangled into, but
on the other hand she's excited and all the thoughts that come flooding in
are enticing her mind. When Mara is through with making those calls Arkana
breaks the silence between them.

"Mara I understand that your helping me could get you in trouble, you don't
have to go any further if it is your wish to distance yourself as far as you
can, but I need to know now, for sure, Hannibaal and The Lachrymatory have
been my bread and butter and more in these past few weeks I've been in
Gotham", if she needed to breathe, right about now would be the time where
she's gasp for air, but instead she only pauses to gauge Mara's body
language, "I am truly in debt to you", having said this to some other
kindred she would realise what a huge mistake she's made by offering herself
up for a boon, but Mara she knows she can trust and would willingly help
favor or not.

Arkana proceeds to light a cigarette, clears her mind from thoughts too far
away to handle now and offers a weak smile to her companion, between the
bare clinic feel of the storage unit, humans being cut up, fucked up and
diced up, and themselves smack in the middle of all of this, Arkana thinks
enough gloom and mystery has been pissed all over this night

[hey ho, let's TAG!]

ooc: Wire provided I can do those things I mentioned in my last reply
- i.eanswer a cell phone i've never specified having, the Brujah brace
to smash
you face can meet you at the Anarch hang out later on this night.

--
'I don't have low self-esteem, it's a mistake. I have low esteem for other
people'. - Daria
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