Fate; Kine behind the Scenes (Invite)

[Fate]

The way the world worked was harsh, but miss fortune would always be seen as a downfall among the people, complaints and such could not be any louder. Yet, given the time and effort some put into the arts of subtlety could forever grace her with the title of Lady. Fate was one of these, a follower of lady luck and the greater powers that seemed to bend the world upon it's whim, though Fate was Fate and changed the outcome of all bets. Unfair perhaps, but when was the world fair and just, where people could work their own magic upon the streets of hard knocks.

Fate was weaving a design right now, wearing a light trenchcoat, undershirt of black and a button shirt of crimson red that went well with the jacket. Jeans lay beneath him and heavy boots that against the odds lay softly with each step, his hands were not gloved, those things within his pockets as he readied all his tricks. The night was young, barely an hourglass from the time the sun fell from the heavens. Smiling, a wry smile, his eyes neutral as he walked down the streets of the City, his body so close to Kine.

With it's colored cheeks, taste of wine and vanilla upon his breath, the scent of lavender wafting from his being. He looked sharp, but not out of place within the lower end of society, giving a knowing nod to some individuals as he moved towards the Shadowroom. He had heard of the bar from someone else, it's location marked out by the stains of vomit nearby, the alley that he entered was littered with boxes. Trashcans and the odd homeless man trying to get by the night without freezing.

He'd have helped them if he could have, though they had no place in this world if they could not help themselves. So he strove by them without even a glance, heading towards a group of individuals talking in conspirital tones, smoking nearby a railed stairway. Fate didn't make himself known to these men, as it would have seemed odd and would clearly place him as New to the city if he were to accost them verbally. Shifting down the stairs as if he had always known it was there, the only marking that the door was there was the light at the bottom, right above the door.

The smell was bearable, till he got to this point as all the clinging scents of vomit, urine and such were pushed aside by the other things inside. The door opened and he entered, the bar didn't go quiet, buzzing with conversations everywhere. He sighed as he took in the sight of the place, above the bar in the center of the room stood an old wooden sign with the word 'room' on it, the words before and after damaged beyond all recognition. The place was dark with lights shining down between the tables. In the corner stood a small platform which lay empty of performers.

He could count at least three dozen people, doors at the back, three of them, one depicting 'Staff Only', the other clearly marked toilet and the last unmarked and standing in front of it a burly man whom most Kine would fear. Fate didn't pause at the door, just moved in towards the bar, around the stools that were free and leaned onto the counter. It was then he noted the other Burly folk within the room, perhaps there for a drink or perhaps more guards. Either fashion, he put on his accent of the time, a light English one from back when. Having lots of time to practice, he doubted that any normal person would be able to pick it apart.

"Pint of lager..."

He would say as he nodded his head towards the Barman, there were multiple barmen, catering to each side of the square bar area. Smoke drifted from some of the darkened tables, the smell of alcohol permeated the air and the markings of great men and those Lady luck had cast out were all too clear. Fate used his heightened senses to listen to conversations, picking out who seemed to be those whom were the most secretive of the lot. Though, the answer could come easily, when the Barman came back with his drink. Dropping money onto the counter before hand, he widened his smile only lightly.

"You know what they say, always pay the man before you get your pint. I remember when I was in England and someone tried to take my drink, strange times when ones pint's not sacred anymore. Oh, mind you, some friends told me about this place and I'm a mite surprised. Better than those back home and all, mind I ask who owns the place, it'd be a treat to meet the fellow..."

Fate was classic on this part, open with a short anecdote and shift onwards. His eyes peeled and his ears sharp, he did not know Kine from Kindred most of the time, unless they were Nosferatu or Gangrel to a point. So he kept his cover, his skills in this area of expertise was undeniably good, the fact he picked up his pint and drank some of it. Sighing audibly to those close by upon how good it tasted after a long day, so to speak, made him look more Kine. The fact he could drink and eat helped, with the ongoing that he didn't look dead. But that was a given in his profession, which of course was get what he needed in any way possible.

[Storyteller]

A regular night at The Shadow Room, Not busy, but enough people to keep the establishment busy.
Regular types for this bar as well, most unkempt and down on their luck, no bright moods in the room really.
The bartender named Rick nods at the new guy, a bit better dressed than most the clientele, but still 'average' enough to not be truly fancy at his distance.
Rick wears a basic Jeans and t-shirt, with a black leather belt, and steel toed boots. He's got shoulder length black hair, and seems just a bit pale, as if he's not been in the sun for a long time, but his habits of breathing, and 'sneaking' shots when people are not looking, give off every presence of Human.
He enjoys the reprieve of money up front, and not some new bum looking to run up a tab he'll never pay, so the Bartender relaxes just a bit on the new face, listening to the guy's words with a bit of 'it's the business' type bar-tenderly way.
He notes the accent, and the 'from England' and experience in this City paints this man before him as either Kindred, or a Vampire Obsessed human. Always the same with the more 'rare' types to walk in, he's seen it all before.
The man's line of questioning points he must be pretty new in the City too.
His answer is almost flippant, as if rehearsed in it's use,

"Check's signed: Jack Crow. Never met the man, but he pays my bills, so he's a sight better to me than most."

Figuring that the conversation won't stop there, the Bartender eyes the crowd, noting that no one needs his services, so he leans against the counter from his side, looking at the new guy.

[Fate]

Fate gauged the mans words carefully, he didn't really trust him as he seemed likely to be someone's Ghoul or been amongst goths too long. Scrutinizing each syllable that exited the mans lips, he glanced around as he took another sip from his pint, it wasn't as good as the stuff back east. But it would do, he thought to himself, taking in a breath as he mimicked humanity some more throughout this affair. He seemed to caution himself to doing anything before he found out the facts. Like if this man was trustworthy or would he fold to a simple greasing of palms. Though from the sounds of his confession of his Boss, he doubted it, never stopped one from trying of course.

Mulling the name Jack Crow over in his mind, recognizing the name vaguely, but thought better than to make it known. So he kept a neutral appearance and continued. He also took in the scents of the bar again, feeling a mite peckish, he took a swift glance about. Seeing food upon some of hte tables, he waved to a barmaid passing by. Other than that, he had to keep the act and all he did was nod as he pondered an answer. Smoothly, he smiled as he tilted his head just a bit before speaking with his English accent. First addressing the man before addressing the Barmaid as she came closer with a smile.

"Jack Crow huh ? No offense to your boss, mate. But he sounds like a wrestler for the world federation. If you don't mind me asking, if you've never met the man, I'm guessing you were a friend of a friend or something right? - Oh could I get some buffalo wings and onion rings"

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