[Sodium_noir] Saturday Evening - En route to the Sinclair Party

[Mara Ravenclaw]

Mara Ravenclaw
A Brujah Alone
The Temple of the five Dragons
Chinatown

As Mara waits, she analyzes the data she had learned so far.  If the man was a priest, and she was being blocked by an act of faith, then his approval should have gained her some sort of relief, as it had in the church.  But she had not been able to venture any further.  Whatever it was, it hadn't relented even an inch.  

Not faith then, but something else.  Her knowledge of the occult was passing at best, but she recalled references to things used to keep out evil spirits.  The old lore counted Vampires among the ranks of 'evil spirits'.  So that means that she was being kept out of the temple by the use of a ritual or some sort of charm.  But what?  She'd been told that most of the monster movie lore things like garlic, running water, crosses and white roses didn't work against her kind.   

Hmm...it was a quandry.  She didn't know any Warlocks that could help her, but perhaps...her Mentor could.  Looking at the time, she does some mental calculations.  It should be dark in Seattle now.  She tells herself as she dials Greywolf's number.  

Once again, it goes straight to voicemail.  Damn it!  Was he trying to avoid her or something?   

"All that we see or seem, Is but a dream within a dream." - Edgar Allen Poe 

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