[Sodium_noir] Friday Night Continued

[Mara Ravenclaw]

Arkana...Mara
A brace of Brujah

>*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".

Mara nods.  She had Peter's number, but the church's would take a bit of doing.   
She takes out the card given to her by Peter, and a woman answers the phone.  "Chaste Dragon."  

Mara keeps her tone and demeanor professional.  "I'd like to speak to Panic, please.  Tell him it's Mara Ravenclaw."  She hoped that would be enough to warrant a response.
There is a pause, and she is told he is currently unavailable, would she leave a message?  Mara does so, telling the woman again who she was and that she needed Panic's help with something occult related.  

The next call is to information.  She asks for the number for St. Bridget's Church, and once given it, dials it.  A machine picks up, telling her the Church's office was currently closed, but the church was open 24 hours.  She leaves a message for Father Bellamy, telling him who she was and saying she needed to talk to him about a religious matter.   

>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.

"Yes, a warlock of sorts."  Mara echoes.  She didn't know a lot of Tremere that chopped up live humans, but then who outside their Clan knew what really went on in one of their snake pits?  

"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.

Mara shakes her head at Arkana.  "It's not about getting in trouble, actually.  I just happen to have one last errand for the night that I can't put off."  She offers the half truth as fact, something that she'd gotten pretty good at as a mortal lawyer.  Offer half the truth, and few question the rest of the story.  In the end, going downtown was pressing her luck, and sooner or later luck ran out.  

As Arkana offers a weak smile, Mara thinks that her explanation was good enough, and offers a smile back.  "Problem is, you can't unring a bell."  It was a good analogy to the situation, she thought.  "You can ignore what you heard, or do somthing about it.  Since you told me to make those calls, I know what your answer already is."  And so she waits for one of the two to call back.  She hoped it would be soon.... 

[Mama, where's your little TAG?
she's here, right here on the altar]

(Tag to Spikey's NPCs)
"All that we see or seem, Is but a dream within a dream." - Edgar Allen Poe 

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