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[center][color=tan][b]Location:[/b][/color] Velvet Bite, Midtown • [color=tan][b]Time:[/b][/color] Evening[/center]
[center][color=tan][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@Tae] Elodie • [color=tan][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [@Infinite Cosmos] Lucian, [@Tpartywithzombi] Vex [/center]
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The meeting with Lucian had only concluded a minute ago, and Sean was already thinking of his next move. The first meeting of the night was an appetizer compared to what he believed he'd find. Finding a new lead was as simple as following the subtle pull of his pistol holster, but with Elodie accompanying him tonight, he refrained from introducing too many unknowns. This meant he’d have to stick with the people he knew, his regulars… and his friendly rivals. 

Sicily came to mind first. This only because the thought of her klepping his job from him today lingered as stubborn as the woman herself. That and the fact that she was a vampire who worked by her lonesome. It wasn't the best deal for most vamps to navigate this city away from Magnus Corvane’s umbrella of wealth and power, but he felt Elodie would be better off not having to conform to the kind of lifestyle the Crimson Circle offered. 

[Color=tan]“Yes, you did well, and Lucien… the guy has enough on his plate at the moment. I doubt he'll be sleeping easy anyway.”[/color] He shrugged. [Color=tan]“Also… don’t get too cocky. I wouldn't bring you around just any lycan.”[/color] Sean didn't need to explain things any further than that. Lycans in a pack had temperaments that were easier to deal with, though gaining their trust as an outsider proved difficult and in some cases, impossible.

Vex came to mind next. Another loner, but for a lycan that detail held weight. There was rarely a good reason for a lycan to be without a pack with the two most likely reasons making them a survivor, a coward, or some rare breed of monster. Vex, she was a survivor. A woman shunned by her own people until she decided she didn't need them. The lone she-wolf was tough as nails and bowed to no one. Perhaps that's why the two of them got along as well as they did.

[I]Bzzt![/i] Sean’s phone vibrated just as Elodie asked her question. Despite noticing it, he kept his attention on his company.

[color=D9A0B0]“So what do you think really happened to the man that was murdered?”[/color] 

[Color=tan]“[i]You[/i] caught that?”[/color] He asked with a slight tilt of the head, visibly impressed by Elodie's perceptiveness… and slightly concerned for his ability in subtlety.

[I]Bzzt![/I] Sean lazily reached into his trench coat for his phone as he continued to speak.

[Color=tan]“Without giving too much away, Logan-”[/color] Sean was unlocking his phone when it buzzed for a third time. [Color=tan]“Fuck.”[/color] That was all he said before he got himself out of the booth. [Color=tan]“Change of plans, Cinnamon. I have to make sure my favorite puppy is still breathing. Grab the scotch, too. I’ll tell you the rest in the truck.”[/color] Acting quickly, he sent a quick reply back.

[quote]omw[/quote]

[Color=tan][i]Vex… just how many am I dropping tonight?[/i][/color]

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