Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 7:12:32 PM)
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Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 7:12:36 PM)
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Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 7:17:28 PM)
(man it's cold in here *shivers*)

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 7:20:22 PM)
*Tasha sits alone in the dark by the pit that lets down into oblivion, like a black hole in the face of earth, ready to swallow all that nears it. She is leaning against a wall in the dim blue light of her cellphone that she casually plays with to pass time, with a plastic bag sitting next to her. Every now and then, she tries to humm a little, but the echo that reflects from the surroundign walls sounds too loud and powerful in the silent hall, and she ends up scaring herself enough to give up on the idea before she can make a tune.*

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 7:23:21 PM)
*Naji eventually makes a return trip to the Sugar Mill on his way to the Warrens. He wore the more traditional long shirt that is common in the Middle East. The one initially wore the first time he was here, so it stinks a little and has a few small holes in it as if something had bit through it*

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 7:25:07 PM)
*his mask was up, just out of habit of having it up in case of unwanted gawkers*

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 7:28:12 PM)
*She perks her ears and lifts her head to look around. Did she hear someone? There were many things swarming in this building and sometimes she even had to shoo away cockroaches that simply came too close, but their scittering sounds she had got used to by now, so that they blended in the background. For a second she listened untill she was certain about the presence of another being, and switch her cellphone off quikly to cover herself in the darkness and avoid becoign the enter of attention before she knew better who it was.*

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 7:29:25 PM)
*as he made his way inside he looked about approaching the sink hole quietly*

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 7:33:22 PM)
*She listens carefully. In this darkness it woudl be impossible for her to recognize anyone unless they wore strong parfume, or said something. For a while she thinks she is better off letting that other pass, but as Naji walks his way closer to the edge of the pit, her curiousity gets the better of her. She presses the light of her phone on again, and holds it up like a flashlight, over her head. The blue light, so insignificant and weak in any other surroundings, now seems to light up the whole room that is lacking of any glimpse without it.* Who goes there? *she asks calmly*

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 7:34:24 PM)
*looks toward the light* Just a local dead man, my dear.

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 7:37:08 PM)
*She lowers the cellphone, pointing it to the floor between them, rather than straight to him.* Ah...Naji. Welcome home. *her demeanor relaxes from whatever tension there was to it a moment ago* If oyu call it a home, that is. I imagine you have better places for the name, unlike some of us.

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 7:38:07 PM)
*smiles* Indeed, I have a Villa along side my vineyard. So, what are you doing in here tonight?

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 7:41:03 PM)
*Shrugs a bit, and glances at the plastic bag next to her* Just hanging, really. Hopign to see my monster. I have a little halloween gift for him that I thought I'd deliver now, since I never know when we'll meet again. *She looks back to the body of a man again. The light of the cellphone reflects from the blue of her eyes like crystals as she watches him curiously* What about you? Have any party planned for Halloween? Some hardcore trick-or-treat? *smirks a bit at the idea*

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 7:43:08 PM)
*tilts his head* I'm fairly certain it is merely a western custom. I have no plans for the 31st of the month. But I came to head down below and learn more of the family domain.

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 7:48:09 PM)
Yeah well...you are lucky to be able to. I am welcomed and allowed down there, but it doesn't help me much since I have to get there first. *she shrugs a bit* Not like I am really that interested on that part, to be honest. You propably get some benefit from it. *she slips her hand into the plastic bag, and pulls out a chocolate bar that she begins unwrapping* Why you want to help the others with your info is a mystery. as far as I can see, whatever scheming is going on there in the city, it is no threat to 'US'. So...do you have a reason why you do the investigation for them?

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 7:54:19 PM)
*smiles softly* Well it's fairly simple. And while things may not seem immediately threatening to us. We are still a part of the community. Sure most of us could easily disappear into the Warrens or in general for that matter. There are threats out there that not even we can handle on our own. *he takes in a breathe and sighs* I am also new and I need to essentially prove myself to them. Even if the others here don't seem to care about doing so. We have no representation in court and although I can't really speak on everyone's behalf, I can at least make it appear as if we care. Despite the fact, that I may be the only one who honestly cares.

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 7:58:17 PM)
Well I don't think that anyoen cares if you care, or even believe that you care, even if you do. For one, I think you care a little too much and act a little too nice to be what you want to look like. *she smirks a little* And many are just as much on their toes as I am....as should you be. Umh.. I maybe shouldn't be the one to tell you this, but you shoudl be careful about getting yourself involved with things, because they are rarely what they seem. Like that woman...seneschal or what did you call her again?

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 8:03:29 PM)
*nods* The Seneschal. Though that lesson is pretty much a given to most of our family. After all, we're we to walk about unmasked. Everyone would see what we really are. But like the rest of the Children of Seth and Kindred they hide their evil under a facade. We typically drop the mask among each other but uphold one for everyone else. Also, I thank you that you believe I care too much. That actually means a lot to me. *smiles softly*

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 8:06:58 PM)
*tilts her head* Didn't I just say the opposite? *she she shrugs and takes a bite on the chocolate bar, chews a while, and swallows* Anyway...you don't know if the seneschal has her own fingers in that mess she's trying to solve. She seemed a bit taken aback and nervous when you came up knowing something, unlike everyone else before you. So...do you KNOW who you are helpign there, and if you are helping or just makgin it worse for them?

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 8:13:24 PM)
Well one hopes that I an helping the community as a whole. However if that turns out to not be the case then they will not have such a forthcoming voice again. It allows me to find out who to trust and who not to. Not everyone makes it as obvsious as the Sheriff.

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 8:18:53 PM)
*Smiles softly, and spends a short moment that looks almost liek she was adoring him there a second. Then she takes her eyes off him and bites the chocolate bar again* mmh...well, who am I to tell you and warn you and teach you, hmm? Since you are older and deader and more superior and part of the family. Like an uncle to me, hehe... I just personally think - even thought my opinion may be influensed by my monster's opinion, that it is best to stay out of the commotion atleast to the point where you know exactly what it's all about. Then MAYBE do something, if it benefits you. But as you know...if you have a goal you are aiming to, I will gladly help you if I can. *munches on the chocolate*

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 8:28:10 PM)
*nods* That is a prefered method of our line. But as you have seen. I'm not much like the others you may have met before. Or will likely to see in the future. Though, you shouldn't consider me superior simply because I am undead and you are a ghoul. Without your like we would be incapable of handling many issues. And although with age comes experience, even you can acquire that in time. *smiles softly*

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 8:31:08 PM)
Yeah, yeah, I know I am REALLY the superior one, I'm just acting like I don't know it. *she simirks, and holds out the chocolate bar* Want a bite? It's pretty good.

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 8:33:09 PM)
Thank you, but I would only end up regurgitating it in about an hour anyway. And in a lot of ways you are the superior one. You do not have the weaknesses we do. Not to mention you can walk about during the day still. Just imagine what it is like for us to never feel the warmth of the sun upon our skin again.

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 8:37:17 PM)
hmm.. I think i'd miss the warmth of the skin of another most..you know.. I've realized alot of you do, even they try to deny it. Sad thing... *sighs a bit* But still, immortality and superpowers are something to look forward to. I just don't know yet what I'd do...in your position. Prolly the lack of purpose woudl be pretty hard to handle, if you are goign to live forever. You ever have that feeling? Like...you should be doing something with your life, but don't feel like doign it for yourself because you don't aprechiate oyur own efforts enough to make it worth the effort?

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 8:38:33 PM)
*smiles* That is why I help others now. And you too are immortal as long as you feed from your Domitor.

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 8:41:00 PM)
Yeah, and I really am happy for havign him. *she sits up a little to adjust herself against the wall* Gives some meanign to my otherwise pretty useless existanse. I'm a lucky girl. *a dreamy look appears in her eyes as she gazes to the back pit that stands open nearby*

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 8:44:37 PM)
Just remember. As in life, this life is only what you make of it.

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 8:47:09 PM)
Hm, I guess. Just some of us are more limited than others. *she muses for a second and then shakes her head to drop too much thought out of her head* Well, sorry if I am delaying you from your business again. Do jump off the edge anytime you like. *she gestures with the choco bar to the pit*

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 8:48:23 PM)
You are only limited by your imagination, my dear. And I'm sure I could, but it seems you need a shoulder to cry on so to speak.

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 8:50:10 PM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 8:51:23 PM)
*waves it off dismissively* Nah, I'm fine. And I got that guy..Thurms Hanks, the construction guy for the closeness if I need it. Though...I can't really talk as freely with him as I can talk with you. So I do aprechiate the offer, thankyou. Sure you don't want soem chocolate?

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 8:52:16 PM)
*Sits by a wall in the pit-hall, talkign with Naji in the light of her cellphone and eatign a chocolate bar.*

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 8:53:28 PM)
It's quite alright. I can't appreciate it like I used to. Of course, I prefer fruits and pastries over actual chocolate. But that's only cause I was spoiled as a youth. *smiles*

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 8:56:10 PM)
Hmm.. I'd be happy to hear more about it. Your youth, I mean. Or the time before you became...you. It's fine if you don't want to tell, though. I don't like opening up about my childhood either. Makes me feel like I'm at a psychiatrist and it's kinda awkward...

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 8:56:57 PM)
The sound of a heavy object, grinding against the gravel of the earth, displacing the blanket of fallen leaves outside. It was quite unmistakeable and it only grew louder as the moments passed. Soon after it had begun, however, it's source would become clear. The single door, just on the otherside of the entry room of the main building from Ibn and Tasha, filled with a great shadow. Still holding the lingering moonlight reflecting in from over his shoulder, golden eyes shimmered as they passed casually over the two already present ahead of him. A single grunt was his means of greeting as he continued moving, his hunched almost quadropedal posture nearly hiding his true size beneath his robes, one large hand dragging a mangled human body along behind him.

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 9:01:41 PM)
*smiles* Well as I believe I've mentioned before. I wasn't exactly a nice person in my mortal days. I was born into a life of privelage. Had money, influence and was able to indulge in every depraved act one can imagine as well as a few I feel as if I invented. *softly chuckles* I drank, I smoked, I slept around. I was a veritable one man Sinsation.

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 9:02:00 PM)
*Her head turns to the sound of movement, and her eyes widen a little when the figure...or figures, come to the view. She lifts her cellphone up a little to cast it's blue light on the man that is being dragged by the monster. Likely she tries to guess his purpose for being her, but she doesn't ask. Then her eyes move up to Croc, lookign to catch a glimpse of the yellow eyes under the hood of the robes, but she soon desides to leave him in peace. The blue light cast from underneath only makes him more creepy a sight*

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 9:02:46 PM)
*turns to face Croc as he too heard the sound*

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 9:05:53 PM)
Croc snorted as he heard Naji's self described history, a disdainful mixture of boiling phlem and swamp water that burst up from the shadows of his many tattered drapings. As the large nosferatu passed them they would come to see the human he held in tow by the ankle was most assuredly dead and by the mishapen lump that was his face, it appeared he may have struggled a bit before finally being consumed by his assailant. With a single swing of a long gangling arm, Croc slung the body haphazardly over the edge of the pit where it fell for several long seconds before making a large splash in the water below. Even at such a distance, the rattles and hisses of the creatures happily feeding on it filled the pit with a macabre song that Croc, for one, found quite pleasant.

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Croc (Oct 20, 2011 9:08:40 PM)
( aww... )

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 9:08:46 PM)
(toy's gone)

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 9:08:51 PM)
(lol, i was thinking the same thing, a rose in here )

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 9:09:05 PM)
( And here I was thinkin the human was just gonna be the apetizer... )

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 9:09:48 PM)
*listens to the sounds of the croc and pirahna go at the meal that was tossed below before looking to Croc* Evening.

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 9:10:21 PM)
*A shiver runs through her spine and she casts her hollow gaze to the opposing wall, trying not to think of the poor man's fate. She sticks the chocolate bar into her mouth to have a comforting bite of it.*

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 9:13:06 PM)
"Sure is", came the rasping reply. Either of them who had taken to spending much time at the Mill lately, and even more so the warrens themselves, might note Croc had been a rare face lately. Even more so than usual. While never to be seen as a social creature to begin with, his more recent seclusion had seemed to do little for his already deplorable manners. He leaned forward, a single wide splayed hand on the edge of the pit to keep him from tumbling over, and listened to the animals before. "Listen to'em....the big one with two scales missin over it's eye...gonna be a real handful. Always takes the trunk...makes the others settle for limbs...another year and he'll be county fair material......"

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 9:14:16 PM)
*softly chuckles*

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 9:16:43 PM)
*She closes her eyes briefly and swallows the piece of chocolate in her mouth before it melts, forcing herself to snap out of it. Then she looks up again* Talkgin about fair, it's almost Halloween. *her words were clearly directed to Croc, as her face was turned to his direction even though she barely saw him.* I got a littel gift for you, in case I don't see you before that. *she pats the plastic bag next to herself* And some candy, but I think I am the only one here who wants that.

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Croc (Oct 20, 2011 9:19:33 PM)
When Tasha spoke, it distracted him from the feral musical being played out down below. He slowly turned his head to face her, gleaming eyes bearing down on her like hot pokers intent on searing her flesh. "Halloween....", he repeated absently, as if it were a distant memory he hadn't fathomed in a long time. "No, I don't eat candy..... What is this about a gift?"

Pixie (Oct 20, 2011 9:19:50 PM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 9:23:57 PM)
*shrugs a little, and adjusts herself as she sits against the wall, tryign to avoid the tension that the direct gaze of those eyes causes in her.* Nothing big, but it's the thought that matters, right? *She opens the plastic bag, and pulls out of it a box wrapped in paper with pumpkin-print on blue background. About one foot wide on each side of the cube. She stretches her arms to place it on the floor in front of her like on the altar, as far from herself as she can without havign to move from her sittign position.* You got any plans for the night? I'd just love to see you trick-or-treating. *smirks as she leans back agaisnt the wall behind her*

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 9:25:31 PM)
*tilts his head a bit and decides it may be best to back up slowly and quietly, making an exit to allow them some time to themselves*

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 9:25:43 PM)
(on an altar. Correct my grammar as you please)

Swamp Witch (Oct 20, 2011 9:26:30 PM)
She stood in the shadows watching with cold piss yellow eyes.

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 9:28:15 PM)
His eyes narrowed as he glanced down at the box she had placed. As a single hand unfurled from his robes towards it, he cut his gaze over at Naji. "You...brother....wait....", his tone made it as much as a question as he was able, yet it still came out as a half assed demand. It was obvious he was trying to be cordial with his clan-mate...it simply wasn't something he was very good at. He then looked back to the gift box and curled his fingers, shredding away the wrapping with tattered and soiled fingernails.

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 9:29:27 PM)
*as he heard Croc address him on his way out he paused and turned bout and looked back curiously as to what he may be interested in*

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 9:34:31 PM)
*The wrappign reveals a cardboard package with a lamble on it that says: 'Ghost story - lantern. Artificial' and has a picture of the item inside. It is a small table lamp with a swirling top that has holes in shapes of witches and ghosts. Tasha watches in anticipation, waiting for a reaction.*

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 9:36:05 PM)
(lamble-lable. grr)

Swamp Witch (Oct 20, 2011 9:36:36 PM)
Cressida was curious now, and she stepped forward unmasked....in view to Tasha. The Elder was not pretty, she embodied scary fairytale hag to a tee. Hansel and Gretel would be pissing their little laderhosen. A smile full of yellowed razor like teeth as she leaned in to look at the lantern a hiss..."Whatsss thiss?

Swamp Witch (Oct 20, 2011 9:36:37 PM)
"

Swamp Witch (Oct 20, 2011 9:37:02 PM)
lantern and hiss*

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 9:37:53 PM)
*notes the Witch come out and hiss her querry, but keeps quiet as he watches curiously*

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 9:38:04 PM)
*jumps about a foot to the air and curls up agaisnt the wall instinctively. Her eyes are wide open and alert, yet she finds herself unable to look directly to the new arrival.*

Swamp Witch (Oct 20, 2011 9:39:03 PM)
She looked at Tasha and extended bony fingers at Crocs gift staring hard at the ghoul. "I asked a question mon cherie....whatss thisss?" She motioned the lantern.. curiously.

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 9:39:11 PM)
For a few moments Croc only stared on in confusion at the gift set in front of him. He even went so far as the grasp the box in his hand, tilting it, as if to read what it had printed on it's side. At length he nodded once, pushing the box back towards her. "It will work fine. The light in the entry has been failing for.....", he trailed off when the presence of his sire materialized behind him. He withdrew his hand from the box as he sank back into his robes, giving her a single respectful bob of his head in recognition. Still, despite the obvious respect, his tone held nothing but sour condescension. "My Queen Bitch All Mighty, why ask questions we already know answers to?"

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 9:43:10 PM)
*She knows it woudl be too late to appear cool now, as her late reaction had revealed just how freaked out she was by the woman's sudden appearing. She swallows once, and tries to relax some, but holds her legs in 45 decree bend in front of her and her arms somewhat protectively curled arodun them.* It's a...umh.. kind of a lantern. *she says with a rasp and uneasy voice.* I used to have one when I was a kid...*She licks her lips to wet them, while her fast-beatign heart seemed to pump all fluid away from her mouth and make her speakign unnessessary difficult* ..exept that it worked with real candles. This one is all battery operated...so..shoudl be ok?

Swamp Witch (Oct 20, 2011 9:45:01 PM)
She gazed at Croc with a cold glare. "Silence..." It was a command, and it had better be heeded less she throw him down to be a chew toy for his precious gators. Yellow eyes narrowed and she explained briefly. "What is the nature of the gift, what is its meaning....why do you need this?" She pointed at the frivolous novelty lamp in disgust...."As if you were a child to be entertained...by a spinning lamp that projects fanciful pictures." She looked at Tasha again after she spoke and then at Croc, almost in distaste. The Nosferatu Elder had so many moods and sides, it was hard to keep up. She could be kind and she could be cruel....what fueled those changes was anyones guess.

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 9:46:24 PM)
*tilts his head a bit, that explain his pet name for his sire*

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 9:48:08 PM)
*She noted that gaze, directed to her domitor, and somehow that made her chin jerk up a little, and her mouth move better* Like he said, the lamp in the entry has been out of function. And what a better way to greet visitors than to give them witches and ghosts dancing on the walls. Just to puzzle and creep them out in the more ...welcoming manner.

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 9:49:22 PM)
He offered no immediate response, as bidden, though there would be no hiding the greusome gleam of needle like fangs, stretching in some semblance of a grin. He hunched over within his robes, seeming almost small despite the inordinately large width of his shoulders. His yellowed eyes flipped from the hag and his thrall, watching Naji for a moment. He still had something to tell him, after all, but it could wait. For now.

Swamp Witch (Oct 20, 2011 9:56:42 PM)
She looked at the four of them and turned... back to the edge of the pit she looked down at Crocs lil pets. She gazed back over her shoulder at them and whispered softly. "The Seneschal plans something... and somehow you are all unaware....become better at learning the secrets of your City, and tell me what I already know... and then get better and tell me what I don't.." And with that she stepped off and plummetted down into the pit with a soft splish and then a hissing spitting series of noises as the gators failed to find the piece of meat.

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 9:57:47 PM)
(4?)

Swamp Witch (Oct 20, 2011 9:59:00 PM)
(( I am a retard))

Swamp Witch (Oct 20, 2011 9:59:12 PM)
(( 3... I'm the 4th I counted icons...))

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 9:59:13 PM)
*She looks rather upset and bewilded by the woman's mannerism, but then again, she knows better not to express herself about the matter. She sighs a little, and looks ot croc* And thne she leaves before I can tell her anything. So you know about the Seneschal?

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 10:02:43 PM)
*quietly looks on, when isn't members of the court plotting*

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 10:03:58 PM)
Croc gave a bemused snort when he heard his sire's splash down into the warrens below. He unfolded from his robes, bones and long dead sinew popping and creaking like old leather as he stretched, giving them both a rarely seen glimpse of the monster's true size. It was only more miraculous when the massive bridge troll like body then recurled into it's perch on the edge of the spit, folding up within his rags. "No...don't really care to. The city's kindred I've seen so far are a bunch of bumbling idiots..I don't suspect this one will be any different...but we should all keep our ears open just in case." He then turned to look to Naji once more, now able to address the reason he had been held here. "The tunnels below now stretch below your estates...the clan waits to prepare an access point and security when you decide on a preferable place."

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 10:05:47 PM)
*tilts his head* So soon? Interesting. Perhaps you can visit top side one night and offer a suggestion on the best place.

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 10:08:32 PM)
I've been looking, amids my other duties. It isn't that difficult to find an abandoned house now, after the hurricanes. About 1/5 a chanse, if you look in the 9th ward. I was thinking...somewhere along the railway tracks that go between the river docks and the lake...*She watches Croc, ever trying to read his demeanor and sense his mood.*

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 10:08:54 PM)
"With so few of us active and with the warrens small enough to be easily managed, I've been able to direct a great deal of the clan's internal resources to expansion. Thanks to Tasha's aid, incoming supplies have increased the speed of progress marginally", he said, as if by rote. Perhaps it was the same speach he planned to give his sire when he reported on what he had been up to. Either way, it was in deep contrast to what came next. "I may make it....dunno...been busy. Best you just decide what's best for you...."

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 10:09:51 PM)
He glanced back to Tasha, bobbing his head in aknowledgement. "Find one you fancy and start squatting....if a week or two passes with no interuption....we'll set up surveilance and mark it as a possible entry point."

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 10:11:12 PM)
Got it. *She flashes him a white smile in the dark. Then her eyes set on the gift she had brought him.* So um...you gonna keep that or get rid of it for the lady? Want me to turn it on for you?

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 10:11:45 PM)
*nods a bit* Was there anything else you wanted to speak on or shall I take my leave and allow you two some time together?

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Croc (Oct 20, 2011 10:13:17 PM)
He nodded once towards the door to the entry way. "Set it up in there....if they're scared of the dark...make'em admit it by turning it on themselves....." He then paused, his head slowly turning as if it's gears were in dire need of oiling. "Do as you want, sparkles. You're family...you belong here as much as we do....whether you want to admit it or not."

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 10:16:30 PM)
*softly chuckles* I don't deny my lineage. I simply have other matters to attend to this evening. Elysia's to make appearances at. New Kindred to meet. And more is all.

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 10:19:00 PM)
"Mmmm.....", it was a low thoughtful growl, not unlike the deep warbling of a sun bathing crocodile. "Not a task I envy, but one with merit. If you can really tolerate the others long enough to earn their ear, by all means, do so. If you learn anything regarding this seneschal, their loon prince, or the rest of their little theatre troup, do send me word..... If you need any information about key players yourself to make your task easier...all I need is a name...."

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 10:21:31 PM)
*smiles* I can tolerate it. And thank you. If I have an inquiry I'll make sure to ask. But for now it's best to simply watch and listen as they talk amongst themselves. You learn just as much from that as you can from reading a book. As long as you know what to look for.

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 10:21:50 PM)
*Takes a bag of gummies from the plastic bag, and pushes herself up from against the wall. She scoops up the packet with the lantern intside, and carries it to the hall where she sits down again with it and opens the packet. Listenign with one ear at the conversation behind her, she sets the lamp infront of her, and clicks the switch on it. The light is dim enough to make a night lamp, but in this deep darkness it nearly blinds her when it flashes on. She blinks her eyes a few times and soon they adjust to the new light, and then watches how it casts through the holes of the swirling top to the walls in the varyign shapes of ghosts and witches on broomsticks.*

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 10:24:58 PM)
He bobbed his head in aknowledgement, his golden eyes following Tasha momentarily as she exited the room. There would be no mistaking the feral hunger in those eyes, Naji himself could easily recognize the Beast when he saw it. "Ravnos are tryin to kill each other I think....tremere are somehow in on it. Brujah are a bunch of clumsy jack asses, toreadors pomped up pricks. Most surprising fact is of the whole bunch, the fags and princesses are prolly the most capable up there....." He shook his head disdainfully, even doing so far as to spit a wad of thick nearly congeled blood onto the floor by the pit's edge.

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 10:26:43 PM)
*chuckles* I'll see you around. Peace be with you.

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 10:29:18 PM)
He snorted at the thought. Peace. Right. His sire would ensure he found none of that...and even if he killed the hag....he'd inheret the clan. Fuck a bunch of that. Sadly, it sounded more peaceful with her than without her and with that corroded bundle of chaos...that was saying something. "Yup", was his only true responce, as well as his farewell. His large shoulders then rolled, hoisting his tattered robes further up over his form, further concealing himself with shadow.

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 20, 2011 10:30:16 PM)
*he made his way out of the Sugar Mill*

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Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 10:32:19 PM)
*Watches as Naji trots out past her, and passes a nod to him before he disappears from view. Then she glances over her shoulder to the doorway between herself and Croc in hopes to see what plans he might have now.*

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 10:35:27 PM)
Once Naji had vanished from his senses Croc leaned forward a bit, tilting his head just enough to reveal the gleam of his eyes to Tasha. "With all the commotion, I wasn't properly able to commend you for your work with the human. The supplies that are funneling in have been a great help."

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 10:40:22 PM)
*A tender hint of a smile touches her lips as she hears the words. The full figure of the creature is blurred by the images dancing on the walls and on him like he was just part of the structure. They stretch and twist, licking the surface that they are cast on.* Thanks. *She says quietly, and turns her face forward and away from him, to look at the bag of gummies in her lap. She rattles it and stretches it open, and pulls out one worm that she begins to suckle casually.* Everythign alright with you? It's been a while....again. Glad to hear you'r diggin's goign well.

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 10:43:26 PM)
"Work", he answered gruffly. He stretched forward, unfolding from within his robes. He moved like a beast, on all fours, his rigid knuckles planted into the shattered concrete around the pit, as he moved into the entry room only a few short feet from Tasha. Between the illumination of the lamp and the filtering of moonlight from the door, Tasha could get a pretty good look at his outline. If he were to stand up straight he'd surely be over seven feet tall. Luckily, the thickest folds of his robes hid much more detail than that. "But yes....great progress... The warrens are starting to spread beneath the city....already there are small access point for our lesser companions to come and go through...."

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 10:47:41 PM)
*She waits for him to choose his spot in the room, and then moves over to him. In much of the same way he did, just because she doesn't bother to stand up. With the bag of gummies in her lap she sits next to him and crosses her legs beneath her.* You haven't really told me what purpose there is to all that. You said that you care very little about what happens in the town and sure you don't seem that interested in gettign involved in any of those affairs. Yet, you spend months trying to get there...What for? *Facing the lantern, she pulls another gummy from the bag, a frog, and squeezes it in her fingers to soften it up for being eaten*

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 10:52:52 PM)
There were several moments of uncomfortable silence as Croc seemed to ignore her question, his gaze cast outwards to the autumn landscape of the mill's front courtyard. Perhaps he was merely thinking, however, as he eventually broke the silence with her answer. "For the rest of you....for my clan. There once was a time that our havens beneath the ground were not so bleak.... They were places of great opulence and luxury. A place of safety, where our family could travel from place to place in the world of mortals. Where they could travel without risk of rubbing elbows with their ilk on their crowded streets." He snorted disdainfully, in regards to the clan's former 'opulence' as well as the thought of walking along a city street crowded with man. "I do it for the safety. We are not like the others....we are strong because we are one....the more ways we connect with one another....the more easily it is to bring that collective strength down on those who might choose to interfere with our existance."

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 10:58:44 PM)
*She stared at the figures of light that swirled aroudn them in a silent merrygoround, lettign herself be entralled by the sight.* Hm..I never thought oyu to be one who had mind for luxury. Naji is all about it, and you don't seem to approve. And well, to a point I have to admit he goes to pure vanity and unnessesity with his ways...I don't know what he tries to prove by being such a good boy. *sighs a little and bites on the frog, stretchign it untill it breaks in her teeth* He may give them a reason to interfere with our business, by goign there and giving them somethign to think about... I warned him about it, but....well, you can't really expect anyoen to listen to a ghoul, can you?

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 11:02:05 PM)
He snorted and shook his head within his hood. "He is a peacock and his sire plucked all his feathers when he remade him as Nosferatu. Now he parades about in silken robes, spreading them as he would his tail feathers. Still, if he distracts the others with his prancing they will come to underestimate us....giving us power over them. Better yet, his little dance could have skill to it and he may entrance them instead. Once again, bringing power to our clan. Whether as a fool's martyr or an unknown asset, he'll serve the family in the end....we all do.....even just a ghoul." He glanced down at her for a moment before returning his gaze to the doorway.

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 11:05:48 PM)
*Furrows her eyebrows, clearly disagreeing with his view* I don't know... I was there, when he told the Seneschal what he knew about that film scam. And I don't think he should have. I don't think Naji noticed it himself, but it seemed like the woman got very tense when she heard what he said, and what he knew, because no one had been able to tell anythign about it so far. If you ask me, I coudl bet she has her own fingers in the same mess. And Naji just got her up on her toes. She even sent a hello to out witch...

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 11:09:05 PM)
His brows furrowed subtly and previously stone still body shifted. As slight as the reactions were, it was clear this was the first he'd heard of the matter, whether he would admit as much or not. "If my maker is aware of this, and some true folly has occured, she will see to it that punishment is delivered where necessary. Even if that simply means turning me towards the problem." Still, he did not sound entirely concinced. "All litters end up with a runt though....if this peacock turns out to be it....most 'humane' thing to do is to put it out of it's misery..."

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 11:12:40 PM)
*Bites her lower lip, and slips the rest of the gummy-frog into her mouth. She chews it thoughtfully, and then turns her head to cast her eyes on him. Not to his face, just to him, by her. She moves her hand up, and touches the layered cloth that was hanging about him. Like it was part of him, a physical extension of his body.* I don't like that idea. *Her voice reveals a bit of worry and perhaps sadness. Then she moves back to the previous subject.* What should I know about this seneschal? She seems to be the center of many things right now.

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 11:17:04 PM)
As her fingers touched the draping cloth that hung from it's body she would be presented with the eerie sensation that things writhed and crawled just on the other side of the fabric. "Seneschal are like vice presidents of the little clubs the others like to gather in. Considering the mental stability of the current prince, the president, I wouldn't doubt if she's making moves towards a coup. I prolly would if in the same position. Luckily....my boss is clear headed and motivated....", he paused a moment, as if to let the irony in his tone sink in, before he continued. "Can't say I know much more than that. Up until that past couple weeks she had remained fairly quiet as far as 'the scene' is concerned...."

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 11:25:42 PM)
*She tries, really seems to try, to hold her hand on him a while longer. She really wanted to, it seems, but the movement under the cloth returns the fright and loathe quite natural to any human being. She seems to sigh a little, and returns to staring at the lantern* Yeah I guess if you were a wise-president, the temptation to drop one more head woudl be great. If you wanted to be the king of fools, that is. *She muses a little, thinking the subject over, then a thought crosses her head* Talk about fools....Xaiver has been trying to get me to his side again. He offers me some kind of a deal concernign some plan he has. He claims that he will no longer be pushed over, but he needs my help. Sounds like he is beign used, like before, to some purpose he thinks he gets great gredit for. Well, I don't really want to be part of it, but shoudl I accept just to know what it's about?

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 11:29:13 PM)
Croc gave a snort of derision and shook his head. "The fool's in my pocket and I'm not even sure why I bother keep'n him there. Like a broken watch, I guess.... No, this newest plan to prove he has some balls is all his own, meaning it's prolly twice as dumb as his usual fare. If you wanna linger to watch the fireworks I don't stop you....but don't get close enough to get burnt by the blast. If I end up havin' to pull you out of some shit, you may end up wishing I'd left you in it."

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 11:33:51 PM)
*she smiles at that* That's needless to say. I got it. . But yeah...it may not be worth it. Just wanted to know if it might be any of YOUR interest by chanse. I have had enough of his puppy eyes and empty promises. Like I didn't get enough of those with ordinary guys. pfft. *she pulls a gummy worm out of the bag and stretches it in her fingers* You sure you don't want any candy? Not even in worm form?

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 11:37:15 PM)
"...and food will turn to ash in your mouth....", he muttered in a graveling tone beneath his breath, only distinguishable at all due to her current nearness. "No", he said more clearly, "I'd just puke it up later and end up losing blood in the process....I'll pass. I need to return to my work soon anyway....I've squandered too much of this evening already, feedin' the pools."

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 11:41:15 PM)
Alright. *She bites a piece of the gummy worm herself, and then reaches forward, to turn off the lamp. The figures on the wall disappear, and darkness falls, sudden and intense. She sits still for a second without making a sound, before she stits back up.* I guess I'll return to city then. Find some empty place to sleep and see if I get driven out by anyone.

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 11:44:21 PM)
He nodded, one large hand raising up and settling atop her head for a moment. He then turned and began a slow steady pace back towards the pit. There was an eerie grace to the methodical predatory momentum that carried him. "Do that. We will be in contact soon. I know you get yourself involved with other kindred....do not forget to keep your ears open for this seneschal and her activities. Report to me anything you find, even if you have to leave a note here on the floor."

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 11:46:54 PM)
I'll do that. Don't you worry. *she speaks to him and listens to his moevements as they go further away* And don't stress yourself too much. It was good to see you again... *Perhaps she wished to have somethign better to say, the few times they had a moment together. But that was all there was now.*

Croc (Oct 20, 2011 11:50:27 PM)
He paused at the edge of the pit, his body gathering up beneath him and settling down. He considered her choice of words for a moment, his head even giving a slight tilt beneath his hoods. "Is it, now......", he mused in a curious rasp. "You will see me again soon enough, Tasha...." And with that he tipped forward, crawling forward down the fresh loam walls into the warrens.

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 20, 2011 11:53:47 PM)
*She waits untill the last sound and last hint of his presense was gone, and then stood up slowly. For a minute or so she just stares at the lamp that now sits still in the middle of the entry hall, silent and immovable, as if it knew it's fate to be left alone in this forsaken place. She coudl almost hear it weep. Eventually she turns, and makes her way to the exit, and beyond, towards the city.*

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