10-06-2017, 11:27 AM
Harlan surveyed the broken lobby of his casino and the leftover mess from the Imperial intrusion. OH well. Costs of doing business. He'd been raided more than once before, and cops were the same everywhere. Shock and awe, and nary a hand left to help clean up the damage from their paramilitary storming. He didn't think it would be wise to bill the EPD for damages, though. No. In any case, this was another good opportunity for community outreach. Hire some local citizens as labor and style it as a renovation. Not to mention the news buzz Prohibition Alley would receive from being visited by one of the Emperor's personal guard. Still, though...
Who -was- that girl?
Harlan whistled, and motioned to his majordomo. A bald, scarred man ambled over and nodded at the gang boss. "Charlie, I want you to do me a solid and find out what you can about that dame. She brought a hell of a lot of heat into our little establishment, and I intend to turn that to my advantage." The vampire rubbed his temple, adjusting the grey derby upon his brow. "We're gonna need all the edge we can get, with this fuckin' war heating up. Speaking of which, see if you can find Luci, too. We gotta square some business up."
Charles nodded and sauntered off into the casino's upper levels to put the word out to the rest of the gang, leaving the Ravnos mulling over the few broken tables and wreckage from the battle's climax. There was blue blood staining the floor in spots, and he wrinkled his nose, smelling the sharp tang of vital fluids. Hmmm...
Stepping over to a particularly large puddle, he knelt down and wiped a finger into it, inspecting the azure fluid, before gingerly licking it with a dry tongue. Almost instantly, his head spun, and he felt forty feet tall, towering over the casino floor before his perception narrowed again and rocketed back into his skull, the vampire reeling from just a taste.
Splitting his lips into a sinister grin, he looked at the blood spattered all over, and hissed a single word. "Mage."
Now he really wanted to find this girl.
Who -was- that girl?
Harlan whistled, and motioned to his majordomo. A bald, scarred man ambled over and nodded at the gang boss. "Charlie, I want you to do me a solid and find out what you can about that dame. She brought a hell of a lot of heat into our little establishment, and I intend to turn that to my advantage." The vampire rubbed his temple, adjusting the grey derby upon his brow. "We're gonna need all the edge we can get, with this fuckin' war heating up. Speaking of which, see if you can find Luci, too. We gotta square some business up."
Charles nodded and sauntered off into the casino's upper levels to put the word out to the rest of the gang, leaving the Ravnos mulling over the few broken tables and wreckage from the battle's climax. There was blue blood staining the floor in spots, and he wrinkled his nose, smelling the sharp tang of vital fluids. Hmmm...
Stepping over to a particularly large puddle, he knelt down and wiped a finger into it, inspecting the azure fluid, before gingerly licking it with a dry tongue. Almost instantly, his head spun, and he felt forty feet tall, towering over the casino floor before his perception narrowed again and rocketed back into his skull, the vampire reeling from just a taste.
Splitting his lips into a sinister grin, he looked at the blood spattered all over, and hissed a single word. "Mage."
Now he really wanted to find this girl.
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”