[Sodium_noir] Club Harlequin, where the lights dim

[Substitute Storyteller]

Giger, Greenville
Tremere Apprentices
The Harlequin's 

>"Bold as you like!" The mortal was saying in animated
whispers. "Guns and a big arsed sword. You can't hide
that kinda thing on your back 'less you put it in a
guitar case or something. This fool though, he didn't
seem to have the first clue about blending. You saw
him right? No reflection, creepy as fuck. Spooked the
hell outta the girls, even Dennis! All that and riding
this bright chrome rice burner too. Whatever he was
doing here, he wanted to be seen. Send a message to
somebody. That or get himself dusted as a ..."
 
>"Breach of the Masquerade Israel!" The Harlequin
filled in for him. "I take your point. If I don't
report this to the Prince I'm going to have hell to
pay."
 
Giger wonders exactly whom they were talking about.
The creepy young man he and Elizabeth had encountered
two nights previously, just outside of the club?  That
could be him, but he didn't exactly register as a
vampire...a ghoul perhaps?  But what sort of ghoul
cast no reflection?  

The waitress brings their drinks and Giger offers the
woman a smile and takes some cash from his wallet to
pay for his drinks.  Banks were useful, but he still
didn't trust them to care for all of his money, not
after the Crash of '29.
  
Giger continues to listen to the conversation.  The
Harlequin was going to report the creature to the
Prince.  Most interesting, since he wasn't exactly a
loyal subject of the Camarilla.  Whoever, whatever
that creature was, it must be rather dangerous...  


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