Deep down beneath the various sub-basements and hidden gangster den of the Vegas strip sits a little known bar. Its clientele are not what you’d expect. One evening you might find a shapeshifter licking his wounds, another night there’ll be a somewhat heated game of blackjack going on in the dark corner. And the 4 elderly looking Chinese women weren't just playing Mahjong for their health. All the games down here had a different kind of currency, if you had to ask the price there was a good chance that you couldn’t afford it,
A heavy haze of smoke hangs in the air the lights dimmed to that just out of hell aesthetic.
It was here in a private lounge that you would find Nyxx. The dark haired, dark eyed cross-roads demon who had a knack for knowing when a mortal was out on a ledge and could be there with just enough rope to hang themselves with. He spent a lot of time down here going over his contracts, of which there were not as many this evening as there normally would be. But he grew bored waiting for opportunities to present themselves.
It felt like forever ago since he’d last brokered a crypto-bro out of his last bit of bitcoin.
The quotas for this region weren’t particularly high so it was always easy to make target and being a gambler himself at heart he was looking for that next Whale to lift his own windfall.
He reached out a gloved hand to the glass beside him. Dark liquid with exactly 2 ice cubes, resting neatly upon a coaster. The leather of his glove squeaking ever so slightly against the condensation of the glass. He swirled the liquid around twice under his nose enjoying the sweet aroma of a bourbon almost as old as he was. Then took a small swig before returning the glass to the coaster and picking up his pen.
There was a tingling at the back of his neck, that strange prickly sensation that all demons got from time to time before they felt the proper tug. Someone was calling out. Someone was almost ready to make a deal. But it wasn’t quite there yet, he still had time to waste.That feeling of being watched had begun he didn’t turn to look at the doorway, the new shadow that had darkened the room told him there was someone there. A snap of his fingers and the pile of contracts in front of him vanished back to whatever pocket realm they existed in.
“Not often these days I get a surprise” He spoke his tone soft, mischievous, full of possible false bravado. “What can I do you for?” He queried now glancing towards the doorway. He’d set himself up to the side, just off centre of the room. Partially so he could see anyone coming by but also so he could be potentially hidden in the near corner of the room. But there were ways out, on the off chance the place was raided. But given that it hadn’t happened in a good 200 years he liked his chances that the place was mostly secure.
OOC: the current location is a demon haunt and cannot presently be infiltrated by hunters
A heavy haze of smoke hangs in the air the lights dimmed to that just out of hell aesthetic.
It was here in a private lounge that you would find Nyxx. The dark haired, dark eyed cross-roads demon who had a knack for knowing when a mortal was out on a ledge and could be there with just enough rope to hang themselves with. He spent a lot of time down here going over his contracts, of which there were not as many this evening as there normally would be. But he grew bored waiting for opportunities to present themselves.
It felt like forever ago since he’d last brokered a crypto-bro out of his last bit of bitcoin.
The quotas for this region weren’t particularly high so it was always easy to make target and being a gambler himself at heart he was looking for that next Whale to lift his own windfall.
He reached out a gloved hand to the glass beside him. Dark liquid with exactly 2 ice cubes, resting neatly upon a coaster. The leather of his glove squeaking ever so slightly against the condensation of the glass. He swirled the liquid around twice under his nose enjoying the sweet aroma of a bourbon almost as old as he was. Then took a small swig before returning the glass to the coaster and picking up his pen.
There was a tingling at the back of his neck, that strange prickly sensation that all demons got from time to time before they felt the proper tug. Someone was calling out. Someone was almost ready to make a deal. But it wasn’t quite there yet, he still had time to waste.That feeling of being watched had begun he didn’t turn to look at the doorway, the new shadow that had darkened the room told him there was someone there. A snap of his fingers and the pile of contracts in front of him vanished back to whatever pocket realm they existed in.
“Not often these days I get a surprise” He spoke his tone soft, mischievous, full of possible false bravado. “What can I do you for?” He queried now glancing towards the doorway. He’d set himself up to the side, just off centre of the room. Partially so he could see anyone coming by but also so he could be potentially hidden in the near corner of the room. But there were ways out, on the off chance the place was raided. But given that it hadn’t happened in a good 200 years he liked his chances that the place was mostly secure.
OOC: the current location is a demon haunt and cannot presently be infiltrated by hunters
As the room glowed and Nyxx finished what he was saying. A man in a black suit and trench coat can be seen leaning against the door, perhaps not who Nyxx was expecting to see.
Lamashtu stepped into the room with a unhurried swagger that felt entirely too confident for someone walking into an underground bar presumably ran by a fellow demon. His sharp, brown, human eyes scanned the dim corners of the room, taking in the mahogany furniture and the expensive bourbon before finally locking onto the dark-haired figure of Nyxx.
"One hell of a jam jar you got here" Lamashtu said in his still fairly new (but not quite new anymore) British accent, impressed, as he complimented the bar he found himself in. He placed his hands in his pockets.
After a minute or so: Lamashtu wanders around where Nyxx is sitting, one of his hands pulling out a polished silver lighter from his coat pocket. He didn't light anything; he simply began to flick the casing open and shut with a rhythmic, metallic clink-clack, giving his restless fingers something to do as he assessed his surroundings.
"What can you do for me, mate?" Lamashtu finally stops, dead in front of Nyxx. "That's assuming you were addressing me and, if not, then that's awkward for both of us" he pointed out as he continued: "Well... I figured I'd pop down into this lovely little establishment to see what you lot are up to. I've been hearing things about underground bars in this state, been to one actually in Reno, set fire to a poker table but that's another story..." A pause "...You can call me John Smith, if you wish..." Another pause as Lamashtu judges the room "...unless you know me, or this face, by another name." He says cryptically, knowing it could get a slight reaction from some of the patrons in the bar.
Lamashtu stepped into the room with a unhurried swagger that felt entirely too confident for someone walking into an underground bar presumably ran by a fellow demon. His sharp, brown, human eyes scanned the dim corners of the room, taking in the mahogany furniture and the expensive bourbon before finally locking onto the dark-haired figure of Nyxx.
"One hell of a jam jar you got here" Lamashtu said in his still fairly new (but not quite new anymore) British accent, impressed, as he complimented the bar he found himself in. He placed his hands in his pockets.
After a minute or so: Lamashtu wanders around where Nyxx is sitting, one of his hands pulling out a polished silver lighter from his coat pocket. He didn't light anything; he simply began to flick the casing open and shut with a rhythmic, metallic clink-clack, giving his restless fingers something to do as he assessed his surroundings.
"What can you do for me, mate?" Lamashtu finally stops, dead in front of Nyxx. "That's assuming you were addressing me and, if not, then that's awkward for both of us" he pointed out as he continued: "Well... I figured I'd pop down into this lovely little establishment to see what you lot are up to. I've been hearing things about underground bars in this state, been to one actually in Reno, set fire to a poker table but that's another story..." A pause "...You can call me John Smith, if you wish..." Another pause as Lamashtu judges the room "...unless you know me, or this face, by another name." He says cryptically, knowing it could get a slight reaction from some of the patrons in the bar.
He raised a brow, well this was indeed new. Something either freshly crawled out of the depths or perhaps been away for a while. Given his manner of speech and swagger Nyxx assumed the latter. “I spose Pearl does alright”
He glanced around briefly having not felt any new shifts around him; it was likely this “Smith” fellow was on his own. And the habit of lighter flicking would potentially get him some attention from the sturdy barkeep who owned the place, if she’d not seen it all before. How many had come down here from out of town talking a big game only to leave with singed coat-tails and missing a limb or three. Peal as everyone called her didn’t mess around. She may look tiny but she was a heavy hitter. Some say she was once an upper level demon, pretty high in the ranks but got bored with the same old grind so she holed up here. Others said she was hiding from something or someone. But those smart few, the ones who knew better. They didn’t say a thing at all; they kept their mouths shut and kept to their own business.
“Depends what game you’re looking for, if you’re not in it for big stakes, then you may want to mosey on down to the cabana lounge. That's more for the out-of-towner types. And you… Mr Smith doesn't look to have been around these parts much. ”
There was a certain sense of decorum among the mid level demons, a level Nyxx hadn’t yet cracked but he wasn’t far off only needed to reach his next milestone and he was up there. He had the connections and enough juice to grease the wheels. Though the gaggle of witches who’d been holed up at the Four Seasons had been making things interesting. Vegas truly was a city that didn’t sleep and that was one of the things that kept bringing him back here.
“If you’re looking for a tour guide, well you’re shit out of luck. Friend. You either make it or you don’t” He shrugged and pulled a pocketwatch from his breast pocket to check the time. Not that he had anywhere to be but he did like his little keepsake. A memento from one of his early deals. Shiny and golden, though somewhat faded now it still had some sheen and only needed to wound every decade or so
He glanced around briefly having not felt any new shifts around him; it was likely this “Smith” fellow was on his own. And the habit of lighter flicking would potentially get him some attention from the sturdy barkeep who owned the place, if she’d not seen it all before. How many had come down here from out of town talking a big game only to leave with singed coat-tails and missing a limb or three. Peal as everyone called her didn’t mess around. She may look tiny but she was a heavy hitter. Some say she was once an upper level demon, pretty high in the ranks but got bored with the same old grind so she holed up here. Others said she was hiding from something or someone. But those smart few, the ones who knew better. They didn’t say a thing at all; they kept their mouths shut and kept to their own business.
“Depends what game you’re looking for, if you’re not in it for big stakes, then you may want to mosey on down to the cabana lounge. That's more for the out-of-towner types. And you… Mr Smith doesn't look to have been around these parts much. ”
There was a certain sense of decorum among the mid level demons, a level Nyxx hadn’t yet cracked but he wasn’t far off only needed to reach his next milestone and he was up there. He had the connections and enough juice to grease the wheels. Though the gaggle of witches who’d been holed up at the Four Seasons had been making things interesting. Vegas truly was a city that didn’t sleep and that was one of the things that kept bringing him back here.
“If you’re looking for a tour guide, well you’re shit out of luck. Friend. You either make it or you don’t” He shrugged and pulled a pocketwatch from his breast pocket to check the time. Not that he had anywhere to be but he did like his little keepsake. A memento from one of his early deals. Shiny and golden, though somewhat faded now it still had some sheen and only needed to wound every decade or so
Lamashtu finally pocketed his lighter as his brown eyes flicked across the dimly lit room, catching the heavy, uncomfortable glares from a few of the demons lingering by the bar. Some of them looked as if they’d seen a ghost; others looked like they were actively trying to remember which circle of Hell they’d seen his face in before his recent... change of scenery. He offered them a brief, mocking two-finger salute before turning his focus back to Nyxx.
"You’re right, I haven't been around these parts much, besides my ventures in Reno." Lamashtu conceded, running a hand through his scruffy hair. "I’ve been a bit preoccupied. A strange event happened the other night and the next thing I know, a rather dangerous and highly volatile friend of mine had managed to completely vanish from my custody, as it were...she's the unpredictable sort so I thought she maybe hanging around here, one of the most unpredictable places on Planet Earth....in my opinion."
There were some confused stares from other patrons, the story seemed human enough.
Lamashtu placed the palms of his hands onto the edge of Nyxx's desk, his expression going deadpan, all traces of the previous tangent disappearing. "As for the 'big stakes' of this town... I didn't come down here for a tour guide, mate. As I said: I'm looking for someone that, I hate to admit it, I care about..." He promptly changed the subject as he didn't want to be seen as too sentimental, especially in the presence of other demons "...Plus, those lads over by the bar... he gestured over his shoulder with a tilt of his head toward the staring demons, "...look like they're about to have a collective aneurysm trying to place who I am. So let's skip the Cabana lounge. Who's running the show round here, squire? You seem like someone who knows his stuff." Lamashtu promptly decided to sit down across from Nyxx.
"You’re right, I haven't been around these parts much, besides my ventures in Reno." Lamashtu conceded, running a hand through his scruffy hair. "I’ve been a bit preoccupied. A strange event happened the other night and the next thing I know, a rather dangerous and highly volatile friend of mine had managed to completely vanish from my custody, as it were...she's the unpredictable sort so I thought she maybe hanging around here, one of the most unpredictable places on Planet Earth....in my opinion."
There were some confused stares from other patrons, the story seemed human enough.
Lamashtu placed the palms of his hands onto the edge of Nyxx's desk, his expression going deadpan, all traces of the previous tangent disappearing. "As for the 'big stakes' of this town... I didn't come down here for a tour guide, mate. As I said: I'm looking for someone that, I hate to admit it, I care about..." He promptly changed the subject as he didn't want to be seen as too sentimental, especially in the presence of other demons "...Plus, those lads over by the bar... he gestured over his shoulder with a tilt of his head toward the staring demons, "...look like they're about to have a collective aneurysm trying to place who I am. So let's skip the Cabana lounge. Who's running the show round here, squire? You seem like someone who knows his stuff." Lamashtu promptly decided to sit down across from Nyxx.
As Mr Smith spoke Nyxx thought, the gaggle by the bar apparently knew this face but those guys he knew hadn’t been out here long. All the talk of Reno felt like it was meant to be a subtle hint to something that he wasn’t sure of. But he wasn’t about to give anything for free. He rarely admitted he didn’t know something and could often bluff his way well with context clues.
Something big that went down the other night. It didn’t ring any bells, unless those damn witches were screwing around again. Perhaps this new arrival could take care of those bitches for him. Kill two birds with one stone. He’d mentioned looking for a woman of sorts, claimed he’d cared about her, to a degree. These were all tidbits that could be filed away as “useful for later”.
“Vegas is a bit of an unpredictable mistress, that's true enough, as for whose running the place. Well that depends on the week. Right now there’s only three heavy hitters who come to mind, they all have their hands in different pies so the influence shifts with the flow of souls, savvy”
He looked thoughtful as he spoke as though recalling details. Then held up three fingers “There’s one fella fancies himself a bit of a casanova, tends to the lonely hearts types his go is mostly revenge and the occasional forced infatuation” He put down a finger “then there’s the one whose into more of a talent scout. Whole lota of shitty magicians and showgirls here looking to be the next big thing” He put another finger down leaving only one remaining. “Then there’s the chap who works with lady luck, saps who wanna make it big and down to their last dollar. Gives em a helping hand when the chips are down so to speak”. He picked up his glass again standing up from his seat before taking a sip.
“So what’s your girl into? Might make it easier to sniff her out. Bear in mind everything here has its price. Little quid-pro-quo as it were” If he was a betting man and Nyxx typically was then he’d probably place his money on this girl being somewhere at the far end of the strip. If she was a mortal who got out of her cage then she’d likely be hiding, she’d want to try to buy or steal some kind of get up to hide herself and then fast track it out of dodge and as far across the country as she could manage before the hounds got her. Though this guy was looking in person and not sent hounds so it left Nyxx thinking that probably this was another demon that was the quarry. In which case Hounds would be pretty well useless if she was strong enough.
He racked his brain running down all the heavy hitters he was aware of who may have been in some kind of containment and outside of the usual hooligans nothing new sprang to mind. She was supposedly “dangerous and unpredictable” so Florida was probably a safer bet than the veritable Sin city. Hells even L.A would have made more sense all kinds of crazy over there. Nyxx placed his mostly empty glass back down on the table and got a better look at the man before him. The guy looked a bit rough like he’d just crawled out of somewhere. The fact that he’d come down here and gotten in meant that he was either a strong enough level demon in a lucky meat suit or this was his actual form. Seeing as it was often tricky to get in unless you knew exactly how and where the place was. It was always good to have someone a bit stronger than yourself owing you one and this seemed like a perfect opportunity to have someone owe him one.
Something big that went down the other night. It didn’t ring any bells, unless those damn witches were screwing around again. Perhaps this new arrival could take care of those bitches for him. Kill two birds with one stone. He’d mentioned looking for a woman of sorts, claimed he’d cared about her, to a degree. These were all tidbits that could be filed away as “useful for later”.
“Vegas is a bit of an unpredictable mistress, that's true enough, as for whose running the place. Well that depends on the week. Right now there’s only three heavy hitters who come to mind, they all have their hands in different pies so the influence shifts with the flow of souls, savvy”
He looked thoughtful as he spoke as though recalling details. Then held up three fingers “There’s one fella fancies himself a bit of a casanova, tends to the lonely hearts types his go is mostly revenge and the occasional forced infatuation” He put down a finger “then there’s the one whose into more of a talent scout. Whole lota of shitty magicians and showgirls here looking to be the next big thing” He put another finger down leaving only one remaining. “Then there’s the chap who works with lady luck, saps who wanna make it big and down to their last dollar. Gives em a helping hand when the chips are down so to speak”. He picked up his glass again standing up from his seat before taking a sip.
“So what’s your girl into? Might make it easier to sniff her out. Bear in mind everything here has its price. Little quid-pro-quo as it were” If he was a betting man and Nyxx typically was then he’d probably place his money on this girl being somewhere at the far end of the strip. If she was a mortal who got out of her cage then she’d likely be hiding, she’d want to try to buy or steal some kind of get up to hide herself and then fast track it out of dodge and as far across the country as she could manage before the hounds got her. Though this guy was looking in person and not sent hounds so it left Nyxx thinking that probably this was another demon that was the quarry. In which case Hounds would be pretty well useless if she was strong enough.
He racked his brain running down all the heavy hitters he was aware of who may have been in some kind of containment and outside of the usual hooligans nothing new sprang to mind. She was supposedly “dangerous and unpredictable” so Florida was probably a safer bet than the veritable Sin city. Hells even L.A would have made more sense all kinds of crazy over there. Nyxx placed his mostly empty glass back down on the table and got a better look at the man before him. The guy looked a bit rough like he’d just crawled out of somewhere. The fact that he’d come down here and gotten in meant that he was either a strong enough level demon in a lucky meat suit or this was his actual form. Seeing as it was often tricky to get in unless you knew exactly how and where the place was. It was always good to have someone a bit stronger than yourself owing you one and this seemed like a perfect opportunity to have someone owe him one.
Lamashtu leaned back in his chair. "Quid-pro-quo" Lamashtu repeated with interest as he suddenly dropped the John Smith act, like he was aware that many 'normal people' wouldn't come down here by choice...at least, that's how he saw it in his mind.
"You lot really do love your Latin, don’t you? Must be a corporate requirement in the Pit. A contract here, a favor there, everyone keeping an eye on who owes what., not a fan of it myself but each to their own." He shook his head with a smile as a chuckle escaped him. "I'll save you the trouble, mate. I don't do contracts. I tend to go wherever and whenever I want...Reckless, yes, but it usually works."
Lamashtu was now getting more looks by the patrons as he watched Nyxx carefully, he then turned his attention to the three 'heavy hitters' Nyxx had outlined. "Casanova? Really?" Lamashtu leaned in closer, intrigued as he continued "My friend definitely has a theatrical side to her, I'll admit she's allegedly known me longer than I've known her...not sure how that works....but something I DO know..." he held up his hand, his voice remaining calm "...she's very impulsive, she certainly doesn't care about a lonely heart, she'd rather be a showgirl, if you catch my drift?" A pause. "But if she’s in this city, she’s likely looking to cause a very loud, very spectacular kind of scene, or she’s just bored. I should also point out that she also deals in magic, if you're familiar with that sort of thing." Lamashtu says cryptically, finishing his unfiltered tangent.
"Which brings us back to your little 'quid-pro-quo' squire..." Lamashtu continued, a sharp, cynical smirk appeared as he began tapping his fingers on the arms of the chair. "I told you, I don't do contracts. BUT I will offer you something else. You tell me if anyone has reported a woman matching her description: Silvery blonde hair, emerald green eyes, tall and slim, VERY pale and, in return, I'm willing to give you information, about her, about me even because..." Lamashtu looks around the bar at the patrons, some are watching the exchange and others couldn't care less, that's how he saw it anyway "...I bet your curious as to how I just wandered in here...and to prove I'm not lying..."
Lamashtu reached into the inside of his black trench coat and pulled out a small brown book, that had seen better days and seemed fairly old, and placed it down on the table between himself and Nyxx, he then rounded off his "pitch" with a calm declaration, maybe the demonic businessman side of him was still tucked away, despite him being out of that loop for almost a decade. "I'd say that's a very generous offer, it's mainly so it keeps everyone here out of my cross hairs, though I DO like this place's 'vibe' as the humans say."
"You lot really do love your Latin, don’t you? Must be a corporate requirement in the Pit. A contract here, a favor there, everyone keeping an eye on who owes what., not a fan of it myself but each to their own." He shook his head with a smile as a chuckle escaped him. "I'll save you the trouble, mate. I don't do contracts. I tend to go wherever and whenever I want...Reckless, yes, but it usually works."
Lamashtu was now getting more looks by the patrons as he watched Nyxx carefully, he then turned his attention to the three 'heavy hitters' Nyxx had outlined. "Casanova? Really?" Lamashtu leaned in closer, intrigued as he continued "My friend definitely has a theatrical side to her, I'll admit she's allegedly known me longer than I've known her...not sure how that works....but something I DO know..." he held up his hand, his voice remaining calm "...she's very impulsive, she certainly doesn't care about a lonely heart, she'd rather be a showgirl, if you catch my drift?" A pause. "But if she’s in this city, she’s likely looking to cause a very loud, very spectacular kind of scene, or she’s just bored. I should also point out that she also deals in magic, if you're familiar with that sort of thing." Lamashtu says cryptically, finishing his unfiltered tangent.
"Which brings us back to your little 'quid-pro-quo' squire..." Lamashtu continued, a sharp, cynical smirk appeared as he began tapping his fingers on the arms of the chair. "I told you, I don't do contracts. BUT I will offer you something else. You tell me if anyone has reported a woman matching her description: Silvery blonde hair, emerald green eyes, tall and slim, VERY pale and, in return, I'm willing to give you information, about her, about me even because..." Lamashtu looks around the bar at the patrons, some are watching the exchange and others couldn't care less, that's how he saw it anyway "...I bet your curious as to how I just wandered in here...and to prove I'm not lying..."
Lamashtu reached into the inside of his black trench coat and pulled out a small brown book, that had seen better days and seemed fairly old, and placed it down on the table between himself and Nyxx, he then rounded off his "pitch" with a calm declaration, maybe the demonic businessman side of him was still tucked away, despite him being out of that loop for almost a decade. "I'd say that's a very generous offer, it's mainly so it keeps everyone here out of my cross hairs, though I DO like this place's 'vibe' as the humans say."
So he expected something for nothing, typical attitude of one who had nothing to actually offer. He couldn’t help but stifle a small laugh. Nyxx knew magic well, it was how he’d wound up where he was. Everything had a price and eventually Nyxx had paid his and then accrued enough interest to invest in getting himself a much better position then the one originally on offer. Pulling in contracts certainly worked out considerably better than being on the receiving end of a collection. “I know magic well, I don’t know any demon worth their leather that hasn’t had dealings with magic. The latin it’s kinda par for the course, and keeps the plebeians on their toes”
The mulled over the descriptor for a moment, though the image conjured may not be what the fellow in front of him intended. “As for how you got in here, it’s not exactly like you needed a secret knock. I’m sure your little girlfriend will turn up. If she’s dealing with the magics I’m wondering why you came here instead of trying the witches up top with the giant target on their back? They’re not exactly being subtle” Mr Smith was certainly an odd duck. He spoke all fire and pomposity but there wasn’t much in the way of substance. Why would someone lie about needing to find a prisoner? That was just bizarre and frankly he could care less who this guy actually was. He’d met a knight or two in his tenure all they wanted was platitudes and groveling. Stroke the ego and they’re on their way.
“I also don’t see why you’d be bothering to try and threaten me, as I’m not the owner of this establishment. I’m merely a patron and can easily find a new place. Though I’m sure pearl might give half a damn if your bark has any bite” Nyxx was a regular that was true enough. But he made sure to keep his visits random, if there was any pattern then he could be traced and she’d run afoul of a few of his competitors. He half suspected that the punk running the romance trade had called in the damn coven as a way to disrupt the natural order of things here.
“You can keep your little diary, I have no need of it. Besides if who you’re looking for is with those damn witches then we potentially have a mutual interest” He straightened up and adjusted the lapels of his dark pea coat. “I assume you’re in a bit of a hurry though given all the bluster, shall we pay them a house call?”
The mulled over the descriptor for a moment, though the image conjured may not be what the fellow in front of him intended. “As for how you got in here, it’s not exactly like you needed a secret knock. I’m sure your little girlfriend will turn up. If she’s dealing with the magics I’m wondering why you came here instead of trying the witches up top with the giant target on their back? They’re not exactly being subtle” Mr Smith was certainly an odd duck. He spoke all fire and pomposity but there wasn’t much in the way of substance. Why would someone lie about needing to find a prisoner? That was just bizarre and frankly he could care less who this guy actually was. He’d met a knight or two in his tenure all they wanted was platitudes and groveling. Stroke the ego and they’re on their way.
“I also don’t see why you’d be bothering to try and threaten me, as I’m not the owner of this establishment. I’m merely a patron and can easily find a new place. Though I’m sure pearl might give half a damn if your bark has any bite” Nyxx was a regular that was true enough. But he made sure to keep his visits random, if there was any pattern then he could be traced and she’d run afoul of a few of his competitors. He half suspected that the punk running the romance trade had called in the damn coven as a way to disrupt the natural order of things here.
“You can keep your little diary, I have no need of it. Besides if who you’re looking for is with those damn witches then we potentially have a mutual interest” He straightened up and adjusted the lapels of his dark pea coat. “I assume you’re in a bit of a hurry though given all the bluster, shall we pay them a house call?”
Lamashtu reached down, he picked up the book and slid it back into the deep pocket of his black trench coat.
"Diary?" Lamashtu said, as he leaned back in his chair. "I offered you a piece of history...but that's besides the point now it seems." Lamashtu's facial expression had a look of 'Fair enough' on it.
He tilted his head, his brown, human, eyes scanning the bar once more "As for Pearl..." he began "...if she wants to see if my bark has any bite, she’s more than welcome to come and find me." he said with smile.
Lamashtu then listened intently as Nyxx mentioned a witch coven over at the Four Seasons, witches weren't something Lamashtu was too familar with, which is odd given his 'friend' is well versed in magic, a smirk crossed Lamashtu's face as Nyxx mentioned the house call on the coven.
"A house call." Lamashtu repeated as he leaned in, trying to read Nyxx's facial expressions "You and me, paying a visit to a coven of noisy witches? For all we know, my friend could be in California by now...or even Monte, bloody, Carlo..." A pause, a thought crossed Lamashtu's mind "...but, maybe, she's over at Four Seasons, she's always been intertwined with magic through one means or another but if that's the case, I feel bad for that coven..." his speech trailed off.
He thought to himself: If his friend was indeed mingling with local witches, he needed to find her before she gained a body count, she was slightly crazy after all, this thought made Lamashtu clap his hands together, suddenly: "Fortunately, I like interrupting things." He stated as he stood up from his chair. "Before we go. Some questions...Do we know anything about these witches besides their location? Also, does the name Pazuzu ring a bell? It probably won't, not that it's important, right now." Lamashtu was on board with visiting the witches.
"Diary?" Lamashtu said, as he leaned back in his chair. "I offered you a piece of history...but that's besides the point now it seems." Lamashtu's facial expression had a look of 'Fair enough' on it.
He tilted his head, his brown, human, eyes scanning the bar once more "As for Pearl..." he began "...if she wants to see if my bark has any bite, she’s more than welcome to come and find me." he said with smile.
Lamashtu then listened intently as Nyxx mentioned a witch coven over at the Four Seasons, witches weren't something Lamashtu was too familar with, which is odd given his 'friend' is well versed in magic, a smirk crossed Lamashtu's face as Nyxx mentioned the house call on the coven.
"A house call." Lamashtu repeated as he leaned in, trying to read Nyxx's facial expressions "You and me, paying a visit to a coven of noisy witches? For all we know, my friend could be in California by now...or even Monte, bloody, Carlo..." A pause, a thought crossed Lamashtu's mind "...but, maybe, she's over at Four Seasons, she's always been intertwined with magic through one means or another but if that's the case, I feel bad for that coven..." his speech trailed off.
He thought to himself: If his friend was indeed mingling with local witches, he needed to find her before she gained a body count, she was slightly crazy after all, this thought made Lamashtu clap his hands together, suddenly: "Fortunately, I like interrupting things." He stated as he stood up from his chair. "Before we go. Some questions...Do we know anything about these witches besides their location? Also, does the name Pazuzu ring a bell? It probably won't, not that it's important, right now." Lamashtu was on board with visiting the witches.
Nyxx shrugged, the coven was the best lead he could offer. Worst case the girl in question wasn’t there and they messed with whatever operation the witches had going on. Best case they messed with the covens dealings and the guy found his girl. Either way the witches would be messed with and that suited him just fine. He lifted his glass to his lips pausing for a mere moment before emptying the final contents into his mouth. Sad to see another soldier fallen but this was the way of things.
“Well there’s only one way to find out if she's been nearby and thats to ask em” He shrugged, lifting his glass up to examine it in the dim light then popped it back down on the coaster from whence it came.
“I may not be as well versed in Mesopotamian mythology as the next guy but I’d wager it’s some kinda trickster type so should fit right in around these parts. As for the intel on the coven.” He flicked his wrist and pulled a notebook of his own from thin air. “There’s at least four of them, seem to roll with the high roller crowds so should be easy enough to find if you follow the path of rampant spending and odd windfalls. There were reports of the odds being shifted which is terribly bad for business. Especially if you’re backing the house”
His brow furrowed in an annoyance. There were more details of course but Nyxx wasn’t going to show his full hand just yet. He still didn’t know what kind of hitter his new companion was and it was better to keep something up yourselves. Just in case.
“So shall we start with their lodgings or did you want to try your luck at the buffet first?” His watch had told him it was still fairly early in the evening, well early for Vegas. So either the coven would be in their room and appearing there would grant them the element of surprise. Or they were already out on the town finding some new sucker to leech off of. He had to admit he wasn’t all that fussed on how they were funding their little excursions. Or which demon it was, they owed their abilities too. Contracts like those were kept under wraps and he’d really not bothered to try and beat that information out of anyone. Something gave him the feeling that it was probably another crossroads demon like himself. So they shouldn’t have that much juice.
“Well there’s only one way to find out if she's been nearby and thats to ask em” He shrugged, lifting his glass up to examine it in the dim light then popped it back down on the coaster from whence it came.
“I may not be as well versed in Mesopotamian mythology as the next guy but I’d wager it’s some kinda trickster type so should fit right in around these parts. As for the intel on the coven.” He flicked his wrist and pulled a notebook of his own from thin air. “There’s at least four of them, seem to roll with the high roller crowds so should be easy enough to find if you follow the path of rampant spending and odd windfalls. There were reports of the odds being shifted which is terribly bad for business. Especially if you’re backing the house”
His brow furrowed in an annoyance. There were more details of course but Nyxx wasn’t going to show his full hand just yet. He still didn’t know what kind of hitter his new companion was and it was better to keep something up yourselves. Just in case.
“So shall we start with their lodgings or did you want to try your luck at the buffet first?” His watch had told him it was still fairly early in the evening, well early for Vegas. So either the coven would be in their room and appearing there would grant them the element of surprise. Or they were already out on the town finding some new sucker to leech off of. He had to admit he wasn’t all that fussed on how they were funding their little excursions. Or which demon it was, they owed their abilities too. Contracts like those were kept under wraps and he’d really not bothered to try and beat that information out of anyone. Something gave him the feeling that it was probably another crossroads demon like himself. So they shouldn’t have that much juice.
Lamashtu offered a quiet nod at the mention of "Trickster type", he hadn't heard that one before when it came to someone describing his friend: "A trickster. Let's go with that, she's definitely a fan of things like that..." Lamashtu said dryly, adjusting the collar of his trench coat, he then continued: "...As for the shifting odds... yes, that sounds like her. She never did have much patience for the natural laws of probability, if you know what I mean?"
He watched Nyxx tuck his notebook away, his own hands slipping back into his trouser pockets. The mention of the buffet received a curious look from Lamashtu as the other mention of going to find these witches made him perk up: "We'll skip the buffet, if you don't mind..." Lamashtu stated "...I've always prefered the direct approach when dealing with things that involve magic."
With that: Lamashtu jumped up from his seat and gestured towards the door himself, allowing Nyxx to take the lead if he so wished: "Let's check their lodgings at the Four Seasons. A house call is always more polite when you don't have to shout over the sound of a slot machine." Lamashtu said, partly in jest.
"As for Mesapotamia...I'd recommend reading about it, quite the rollercoaster." Lamashtu concluded.
He watched Nyxx tuck his notebook away, his own hands slipping back into his trouser pockets. The mention of the buffet received a curious look from Lamashtu as the other mention of going to find these witches made him perk up: "We'll skip the buffet, if you don't mind..." Lamashtu stated "...I've always prefered the direct approach when dealing with things that involve magic."
With that: Lamashtu jumped up from his seat and gestured towards the door himself, allowing Nyxx to take the lead if he so wished: "Let's check their lodgings at the Four Seasons. A house call is always more polite when you don't have to shout over the sound of a slot machine." Lamashtu said, partly in jest.
"As for Mesapotamia...I'd recommend reading about it, quite the rollercoaster." Lamashtu concluded.
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