Dominic Spencer
Vampire (A)
Marshmellow
Pain in the ass, miraculously dodging death.
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Oct 24, 2009 8:50:58 GMT 1
As soon as Silas started explaining the saying he’d said before, Dominic tuned out. What made this man think he actually cared what a stupid saying meant? His ‘huh?’ hadn’t been an inquisitive one, more a ‘what the hell crazy man?’ one. Oh well, if the guy like the sound of his own voice there was nothing the vampire could do to stop him rattling on about something as silly as a saying. As soon as the wizard was done, the boy nodded as if he’d understood, saying for good measure, ”I see now.
”So someone's tried to get rid of him before you thought he was dead I gather?” the flaxen-haired vampire asked, suddenly interested again. Again it became more and more obvious that Dacian and the man before him had not gotten along. The thought of seeing the older vampire again made the younger one think hard about entering Scores. If this man was Dacian’s enemy then Dom doubted he’d escape with nothing more than a broken nose, if he escaped at all, next time if word got back to him that the boy had spoken to Silas. Still, there was an underlying curiosity that burned like an inextinguishable flame.
Dominic wanted to know more about Dacian’s history and why a wizard had gotten so angry at hearing he was alive and well. ”Tell me Rosier, Dacian wasn’t ‘killed’ in Hogsmeade was he?” the boy asked lightly, moving to enter the club. Out habit his tongue ran over his fangs as he pondered what he was doing. With only a moment’s hesitation Dom flashed a fanged grin at the bouncer and pushed through the main doors. If his mind hadn’t of been on other things then he would have been rather impressed with Scores’ entrance hall thing, but as it were pressing Silas for information was far more important at the present time. ”Since we both share a common enemy, is there anything else you can tell me about Dacian?”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Nov 2, 2009 11:05:48 GMT 1
The vampire started to ask a series of questions that Silas quickly decided he didn’t like. It sounded like the bastard was probing for information. Hell to the no. Information wasn’t something that Silas was in the habit of providing freely, especially when it came to matters like this. That and he had some understandable trust issues as far as vampires were concerned. Tom hadn’t done much to warrant being made an exception to that rule.
“So someone's tried to get rid of him before you thought he was dead I gather?” the vampire asked interestedly, and Silas responded with an apologetic shrug.
“I wouldn’t know,” he replied. Perhaps it wasn’t too late to salvage the situation, the little twit knew too much already. “Could be, I mean, the bastard’s not exactly popular.” Unless you counted among skinny blonde waitresses.
“Dacian wasn’t ‘killed’ in Hogsmeade was he?”
Oh yeah, because that question wasn’t suspicious in the slightest. How the fuck did the little snot work that one out?
“News to me if he has. I’m only limited to the gossip that comes through the club. Sorry I can’t be more help with that one,” he answered in a sincere manner. “Did he say something about it?”
After he replied, Tom made a motion to step inside. About time. When the vampire swept past Silas took the opportunity to discreetly jab his wand in the direction of the bouncer while his new guest wasn’t looking. With the security charms deactivated for a few minutes, Silas cast a second spell in the blink of an eye. The man’s jaw slacked, his expression glazing. If all went well he’d have no memory that Tom was even at the club that night let alone the conversation he had overheard. There was no such thing as being too careful. Satisfied, Silas walked over to join the younger looking vampire in the reception, hands behind his back.
“Since we both share a common enemy, is there anything else you can tell me about Dacian?”
“I’ll give you what I know but I don’t think it’ll be much help,” Silas continued, giving a glance at the soundproofed doors that lead into the main part of the club before leading Tom towards them at a pace that’d let them walk and talk comfortably. Tom looked like the kind of ADHD kid to get too distracted by all the activity once they got inside, so better get everything out of the way quickly. “My problem with him was that he was a little too fond of the entertainers, if you get what I’m saying. Even for a vampire,” he began, his tone heavily tinted with concern. “Ordinarily that wouldn’t bother me, I mean, they can defend themselves well enough, and some of them even have a kink for being fed on, as long as it’s all consensual. But, he’s the kind who doesn’t like to leave his prey breathing after a meal.
“As you can understand that caused some pretty serious problems. We had some very near misses. I put some security measures up to protect everyone, but he became, I don’t know, obsessive. He might have thought he had a point to prove or something – who knows. It got so bad that none of the girls could be allowed step outside the building because it was far too dangerous.” Thankfully if Tom decided to ask around, that part of the story could be verified. Somehow he doubted the staff would be thrilled about the news it looked like it was going to have to be enforced again.
“Then one day he vanished, and someone was talking at the bar about how he’d killed a vampire of Dacian’s description near a small village – could have been Hogsmeade actually. The man’s an occasional regular but it’s common knowledge he works for the Ministry as a sanctioned Vampire Hunter. We never saw Dacian since and I just assumed – wrongly in my case – that he was the one who’d been killed. The Ministry can’t control vampires unless they’re a threat to the magical community and Dacian definitely was. The news he’s back is—” Silas made a gesture as though searching for the right word, his expression suitably troubled “—well, disturbing to say the least. It’s not easy being responsible for the lives of the hundreds of people that come through and work here every night. Anything you could tell me would be an enormous help.”
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Dominic Spencer
Vampire (A)
Marshmellow
Pain in the ass, miraculously dodging death.
Posts: 107
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Nov 4, 2009 11:43:19 GMT 1
His attention was only on Silas as the pair walked through the doors. The man’s heartbeat sounded in Dom’s ears like the dull background bass rhythm of a song. Closely the vampire monitored it for any changes in rhythm that could betray a lie or half truth. To make sure nothing got in the way of the beat, Dom stayed quiet and let the man talk; nodding as he took in the information.
So Dacian hadn’t been well liked, he could have figured that out for himself. If this man was limited only to the gossip he heard around the place like he said he was then the flaxen-haired vampire would soon lose interest in him. Gossip, although good every now and then, couldn’t beat hard facts especially about his new ‘friend’. Dom wanted to know what had happened to Dacian in Hogsmeade, how he got that scar and what was there that the older vampire didn’t want him to see; the reaction that Dom had got from him most certainly was not out of concern for his wellbeing.
”He didn’t say anything about it,” the boy answered quickly. His eyes widened at the revelation Dacian was fond of the dancers. Yeah, he wasn’t going to be hanging around after his little chat with the man now. ”Sly dog,” he laughed before letting the man continue talking, and continue he did. Hang on, if Dacian killed then why had he spared the woman in the alley? It wasn’t like the man cared what Dom thought and vampires that murdered often found it hard to drop the habit even in the company of others.
The piece of information just didn’t sit right with the young vampire but there had been no change in the man’s heartbeat so he was either a skilled liar, it was the truth or he believed it to be true. Most likely the last option, it wasn’t hard to believe something to be true when no other information was known. ”It’s understandable,” Dom nodded, frowning slightly. He just knew it would nag at him now. ”Any chance you can tell me what this vampire hunter looks like?” he asked with overemphasized, boyish curiosity, ”I’ll have to congratulate him on the fine work he’s doing.
“I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, I’m sure you care deeply for the safety of your patrons and dancers” the flaxen-haired vampire shrugged, running his tongue over his fangs as he mulled over all that Silas had said. That one fact still nagged at him, Dacian wasn’t a murderer as far as he could tell. ”Your information has been interesting to say the least, thanks Mr. Rosier.”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Nov 6, 2009 10:35:53 GMT 1
“Any chance you can tell me what this vampire hunter looks like?” the boy asked, putting a little too much emphasis onto the question. Bah, was the punk trying to catch him out or something? Fat chance. “I’ll have to congratulate him on the fine work he’s doing.”
... Bull to the shit. The day Silas ran into a vampire willing to shake a hunters hand to say “Good job on killing my species!” was the day he was officially joining Alcoholics Anonymous.
“A little over five nine, brown hair—” he answered quickly before deliberately cutting himself off. Surely even this moron had to realise how incredibly sussed it was for him to be asking what the hunter looked like, (ignoring the fact he didn’t exist). Anyone would assume Tom might only be asking in order to hunt the man down later. Silas gave the boy a sideward’s glance with a visible hint of suspicion. “How do I know you’re—” A pause. “... Never mind. I’ll just introduce you instead if we see him tonight,” he offered in a tone measured to sound a little too casual.
“I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news.”
So either the kid genuinely knew nothing or he was intentionally holding out. Silas was going to assume it was the latter – Never give people the benefit of the doubt. If blondy was going to insist on being so stubborn coaxing information out of him was going to be a lot harder for the both of them. If by the end of the night Silas still had an inkling that Tom knew more than he was letting on, then a nice dark room, incarcerous, and the threat of a crucifix to the balls ought to get him to sing as well as talk.
When they finally pulled up to the door Silas stopped and turned to face Tom, his brow furrowed as though he was muddling something over. “Although the question now is, if he was alive this whole time what on earth scared him off?” he asked, almost to himself. “Might have been the news the Hunters were looking out for vampire-related murders,” he proposed tentatively. “If they’ve even dragged the Aurors out – dark wizard hunters – then you know it’s something serious.” That part, at least, wasn’t a lie. “Or maybe he just got bored, I don’t know. It would be nice to get a vampires perspective on this; you’d know more than I would.”
The doors suddenly swung open from inside as someone made their way out and Silas quickly caught one before they had a chance to shut again. The main stage was visible from where they were standing, and by the looks of it, most if not all the acts were using some sort of magical assistance to aid their performances. The nearest girl was doing something very interesting with a pair of enchanted ribbons while another seemed to be floating. The music, although now audible, seemed to be having trouble getting past the soundproofing charms over the entrance. Not that the volume would bother them too much if they were to walk inside: there was something to be said for enchantments that modified your perception of sound to still be able to comfortably converse.
“I won’t take up too much of your time,” Silas promised as he waved Tom on to go through the door. “Then I can set you up with someone of your, ah, ‘tastes’.” Aesthetic or palate, whatever. Tom was on his own with that last one though, Silas hardly made a point of memorising everyone’s blood types. Thankfully there were enough people working at any given time Tom could probably find whoever he wanted with little fuss. “If you could tell me where you last saw him last that might be a start.”
Hey, with any luck he might be able to kill Dacian properly by the end of the night.
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Dominic Spencer
Vampire (A)
Marshmellow
Pain in the ass, miraculously dodging death.
Posts: 107
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Nov 30, 2009 14:08:02 GMT 1
Without saying a word, Dominic listened intently to the information Rosier was providing. The paranoid part of him doubted whether it was true or not, humans tended not to want to give away their own kind to vampires and he couldn’t blame them, he’d do the same thing. The boy nodded politely in thanks to the man but still did not say anything. This night had given him a lot to think about like how good that girl’s ass looked when she waited tables. Damn being in a strip club was distracting him from his fact finding mission.
”I’ll be sure to be on the lookout for him then,” the flaxen haired vampire said finally, subtly trying to peer over Silas’ shoulder at another waitress. ”Who knows? Some vampires can be a bit skittish, especially in situations that could lead to their death. Humans are like that too,” Dominic answered, snapping his attention back to Silas, ”I haven’t heard of any vampire related murders lately but I’m not really friendly with my own kind.” He shrugged, eyes again wandering away from the man in front of him.
Aurors? Dark wizards? Riight, the boy was just going to nod and pretend like he understood all that information. He had so much to learn about magical folk and it was all fascinating but a lot for someone to take in all in one night. ”I know I myself get bored easily but I don’t think that’s a vampiric trait.” As Dom walked with Silas into the main club he instantly remembered why he was a strip club fan. He watched the girl with the enchanted ribbons with a smirk on his face; he liked magic more and more especially when people did stuff like that with it.
”Don’t worry, I have plenty of time to spare thanks to the whole vampire thing,” Dom chuckled darkly, quickly flashing his fangs in a broad smile. ”I ate before I came so you don’t have to worry about that area of ‘tastes’ but that girl with the ribbons has caught my eye if you can set something up with her. And I last saw Dacian in an industrial area not far from here, the name of which I can’t tell you. It’s been awhile since I was last in London.”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Nov 30, 2009 18:36:21 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_bg.png,true][atrb=valign,top] | [rs=2][bg=ffffff][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_mainbg.png][atrb=style,background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] The second they stepped inside Tom’s attention started jumping everywhere like a magpie confronted by disco lights. Silas had guessed that was going to happen, which was why he’d tried to get all the important points out of the way first. The boy was making a valiant attempt to stick with the conversation but somehow he doubted the kid’d last long. “That girl with the ribbons has caught my eye if you can set something up with her,” the vampire pointed out in response to Silas’s offer. Girl with the ribbons? Silas glanced his own shoulder to see who Thomas was looking at. Ahhh yes, the ever in-demand Willow. If he remembered right she happened to be one of Abe’s personal favourites, and not just because of a particularly interesting tattoo either. Tom was going to be pleasantly surprised. As the talk turned to Dacian’s last known location Silas’s attention was wrested back onto the matter at hand. What industrial areas did he know around London? Several actually, but there was only one with shitty enough security that two vampires could get in and beat each other up without anyone catching on. “That’s fine, I think I know the place you mean,” he replied, breaking eye-contact for a second to stoke his chin thoughtfully. Industrial areas presented numerous dark places to hide during the day – perfect for a vampire. With any luck Dacian might still be there when he went to look. Apparently the plans for the building upgrades were going to have to wait another night. “It’s closer to here than I’d like, but it ought to be fine. I’ll tell security to be on the lookout.” Before Tom’s attention could start wavering again Silas gestured at the dancer. “That’s Willow, she’s one of our best. Private dances ordinarily cost 33 galleons―” wait, hang on, “―or about 165 pounds to you, but for tonight, you can have one on the house.” All he had to do was ramp up drink prices by a few knuts for a while until the cost evened out. No problem. “She’s just started her set, so you need to hang around fifteen minutes before she’s all yours. Bars over this way; we can chat while you wait.” As they walked it didn’t take long for Silas to start formulating a plan. Fifteen minutes wasn’t long, but it was enough to discreetly fish for information before the private dance kept Tom busy for thirty minutes. Half an hour left him with a good sized window to Apparate to the nearest industrial area and investigate the boy’s claims. Magic really did speed up a search process. And if he didn’t find anything? Well he’d get to that when he got there. For now it was just a matter of playing his cards right, although as the conversation wore on, the more it sounded like he wasn’t going to get anywhere tonight.
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