11.27.2020: A Nosferatu and Tremere Talk in the Sewers
| A Nosferatu and Tremere Talk in the Sewers. | |
|---|---|
| Hannah gets Nino and Damien to meet and talk. | |
| IC Date | Friday Nov 27, 2020. |
| Players | Damien, Hannah, and Nino. |
| Location | Prospect Memorial Cemetery - Second Floor Office. |
| Spheres | Vampire, Camarilla |
<Hannah sent directions to a location for Damien to meet with her and Nino to discuss recent events>
<Fearing foul play, the info was sent as a safeguard to the Tremere Primogen>
Hannah is sitting in front of the desk in one of the chairs, with Nino on the other side. They seem to be waiting for someone.
Nino is disguised in a mortal form that still very much resembles his usual self, he is quietly chatting with Hannah when Damien makes his entrance.
With the direction to the Water Treatment Facility given via text. Damien makes his way to the meeting with Hannah and Nino. Stepping into the office, the Tremere kicks off the rubber overshoes and then slides out of the coveralls he wears to stand in a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. The coveralls and boots are filthy but the vampire himself is pretty much ok.
"Nice place. Thanks for having me. I'm glad I got to take a look at where I've been rumored to have been slinging poop about so this is a good and welcomed change." Standing a polite distance from Nino and Hannah he looks between the pair and then smiles, "To what, do I owe the owner of this summons? Ubering Hannah home or?"
Nino tilts his head to regard Damien and he smiles mirthlessly as he reaches into his longcoat and draws a large caliber pistol out of it. He unlocks the safety on the weapon and places it on the desk in front of him; the barrel is inconspicuously in the direction of the new arrival. "Playing as coy as ever, Tremere. Tell me something. Do you find me to be a joke? Are you under the impression that I'm harmless?" he lays his hands flat on the desk, either side of the desert eagle.
Hannah turns around in her chair when Damien arrives, a slim smile flashed his way, as well as a salute with her bionic hand. She reaches over to nudge the chair out next to her, an encouragement to sit. "Thanks for coming, Damien," she says, her posture now shifting in a slight angle so that she can better address them both. "I was just speaking with Mr. Caravelli about this bad blood between you, and how we can squash the proverbial beef..."
That's about as far as she gets before the desert eagle makes its appearance, and Hannah's expression falls. She looks at Nino, listening to his words, and then slowly turns her head to regard her clanmate. "Only an idiot would think the Primogen of the Nosferatu, and a former mobster, is harmless. Now. A fool might continue to taunt him, but that remains to be seen..." Following these words, the Tremere falls silent, doing her best to let the two men sort it out -- hopefully, without getting blood on her pretty skirt. For the most part, her gaze remains levelly set on Damien.
There is a look from Nino to Hannah then back as both speak. Shaking his head Damien grins, "No. I don't think you a joke Nino. The Joker in books has, The Killing Joke, so we know there can be danger and humor wrapped in someone." Shrugging a bit he then looks to Hannah once more. "As for what Hannah has said," pausing he looks back to Nino, "I didn't know there was bad blood. You got a formal apology from me in court before the entire Praxis. For no other reason than I didn't crumble under your taunts before. There was nothing but respect from me. I even have called you Sir. Yes? So where is there /bad blood/ or my slight against you?"
Nino slides his hands back as he leans into his chair, reaching into a pocket he produces a flash drive which he tosses to Damien, "Perception is in the eye of the perciever Damien. That is a copy the video of someone that looks like you, lighting bags at my doorsteps. Wether it's you or not is irrelevant. It looks like you. How am I supposed to know if it wasn't? It's not evidence in my book, but it does make me wonder why." then he glances at Hannah, "Correction, former Primogen of the Hidden Clan. I do lead the clan, but I ceded that responsibility to my nephew." then he eyes Damien again, "None of the Nos have the discipline of Vicissitude, so how in the hell did that get done? Eh? Anyway, the simpering isn't assuring. We CAN resolve this amiably and respect could transpire, but I'm not convinced. I heard your exact words in your ..." he air quotes, "Formal apology. It wasn't remotely sincere and you added insult to it. Mean girl games? Is that what I do?"
Hannah rises to her feet, her throat softly cleared. "Unless either of you request my presence, I will step outside and allow you to have your discord in private?" The Tremere dips her head politely to the Nosferatu, and then to her clanmate -- whom she lingers beside to whisper. Unless stopped by either of them, she will make her way out of the room and close the door. To wait in the sewers or the cemetery. Wee.
Nino growls, "Stick around. I want a witness to this."
Damien doesn't stop her, in fact, he moves to open the door for her and to give her a nod. "Enjoy the rest of your evening." Ushering her out the door he closes it behind her, giving her time to leave as he moves back to the desk to discuss with Nino in private. "She's not needed."
Hannah hesitates as she is told to stay, a glance cast toward Damien and then the Nosferatu. She wordlessly lingers against the door, saying nothing but standing watch. When Damien approaches to open the door, and usher her out, she hesitates -- but allows herself to be swept along. "I'll be nearby," she offers to them both, before reluctantly slipping free of the office.
Nino's face scrunches into a scowl and he glowers at Damien now that he's been contradicted. However he doesn't move otherwise or speak, instead he waits for Damien to say something.
"There is no reason for Hannah to sit through this." Pointing at the jump drive he adds, "We both know there are ways for that to be done that is within the power of your clan. We both know the timing is, not in the favor of anyone honestly believing that would be me. We both know... I could never even know where to go. So, I'm going to say that is nothing for you or me to even discuss." Pausing Damien adds, "Wouldn't you agree? I mean, we could take it to the Praxis, let the Sheriff handle it if you believe it was me and should be handled."
Nino snarls lightly but he licks his lips before speaking, "You can clear this matter up easily. A minor favor in exchange I drop this issue entirely. I won't even put it on the books with the harpies as long as you make good on the promise. Do I have your attention?" he reaches out and grasps the pistol, then he points it off to the side wall. Well away from Damien when he fires three shots into it in succession. BLAM! BLAM BLAM! "Now you maybe see why I wanted a witness."
Nino adds belatedly, "It's a real easy one Damien. You barely have to lift a finger."
"No... I'll not. Give you a favor for doctoring a video of me? For being polite and respectful enough to heed your summons to come here? To apologize to you and your clan at court. You push too far." When the gun is lifted, Damien shakes his head and lifts his hands, showing he isn't armed. When the gun is fired he waves. "Enjoy your evening sir." With that, he turns and heads out the door.
Nino shakes his head, "Your loss. This was a time to mend a bridge and build something. Go in peace, but I'll not forget it. Explain to me how in the hell I doctered that. Go review it. It's not a photoshop. It's genuine. Someone... did it. Notice I didn't blame you. I didnt peg you as stupid."
<Damien leaves, dropping Hannah off at home on his way home>
<The Tremere Primogen is sent a recorded transcript of the discussion between the two men>
