--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Robert Pratt: His door was left open, as it always was when he was available to people who were in need of him. It was only ever closed when he was with someone who needed their privacy. He picked up his phone and double checked it, looking to see if perhaps the upstairs alarm had gone off too - should the unknown character have been off to see the wraith that was currentlyup there or looking for a bed for the day in one of the rooms he kept made up and available to all those in need. There was no second alarm though, so he figured they'd just be having a wander and a nosey - and as he had nothing to hide he'd leave them to it. There would only be an issue if any harm was to come to the people there or to the building itself. He set aside his own phone, the texts between he and Enver still up on the screen and then picked up the other phone from the human he'd not been able to save. "I'm sorry to whoever you were. Sorry I couldn't save you - however you're with Lux now and in a better place. I will do what I can to help your friends, to keep them safe." He mumbled to himself, once more bringing up the text and reading it over to confirm the date, time and location.
Doc: Doc noted the texts on screen, he made sure to read them several times, just in case he needed to recall them later. Then as Pratt started muttering, his atttention went from the screen to other other phone. Nemesis said she thought Pratt had gotten a phone, but she could not be sure. It looked like she was right after all. It was then Doc hit paydirt. He read a text with a date, time and location. Well well well.. He had a lead. And he would be there.
Robert Pratt: There were raised voices happening in the..... shop he thought, concentrating on the angle and volume of the noise. So with a sigh, he got up and headed out of the office, leaving the phones behind, to investigate.
Doc: Doc didn't know who he needed to thank for that lovely distraction, but he wansted no time in picking up the suspect phone and scanning through it as quickly as he could and still make sure he retained the information. He didn't know how much time he would have, but Pratt seemed to be on the conservative side, so Doc presumed he had a couple of minutes at the very least. After scanning through it, he carefully replaced it as it was, and then picked up Pratts phone and scanned through that one as well. The information that he had gotten was invaluable. The information coupled with the planned meet, Doc knew something big was happening; and he was going to be there, but he wasn't sure exactly what the hell was going on.
Robert Pratt: It had just been something ticketed wrong. The wrong tag had got onto one of the crafted items that were being sold, so it said it was made by one person, when it was actually made by another. His calm demeanour and smiling face soon sorted it all out - and before long the right ticket was on the item in question and everyone was placated. Especially when Robert promised them both cake and coffee. Once they were all settled back down and all was sorted out, he made his way back to his office, rubbing his temples.
Doc: Doc heard Pratt returning, and quickly cleared the screen and set it back to where it had been previously; then he sat the phone back down on the desk. He stepped back into the shadows and waited to make sure Pratt didn't notice anything out of place.
Robert Pratt: He sat himself down in his chair and kicked his feet up onto the desk, kicking the phones aside without a seconds thought. He leant back in the chair and pinched the bridge of his nose with a slight groan and sighed. "Lux, you do test me sometimes. I really wish you would grant me a family, it's all I've ever wanted and it's always been out of my grasp." He said as he sent up a whispered prayer, closing his eyes and settling down for a bit of a nap.
Doc: Doc smirked. Pratt seemed unconcerned with phones placement, as he settled back in a relaxed posture. Doc stayed in heavy shadows and used his home tome.
I got the phone bitches!
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Re: I got the phone bitches!
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Psyche: Psyche'd been sitting in the corner of the apartment all morning, eyes faded to absolute white and oblivious to anything happening around him. With each remembrance of an individual, he connected and traced through their minds to see what their day-to-day had involved. As his powers had developed, he'd become increasingly addicted to information and his curiosity could kill a hundred cats. There'd been odd things occurring in this town as of late. Memories of earthquakes, attacks on wraiths and an even greater rift in the Pro and Anti Masquerade communities than there had previously been. Much of the debate could be found on the forums, but the real intrigue was what dwelled in the mind. As he finished his surveillances, he rose to his feet and decided he needed to get out of the apartment already. Closing the door behind him, he wondered what he could find to entertain himself out in the streets of Harper Rock.
Robert Pratt: Robert was taking a break from his work, with a raging headache. He'd left Solace and gone for a wander in the wilderness around Newborough as the area beside the river was particularly beautiful, peaceful and calming. He'd lost track of all time, but had suddenly realised he'd been out for a while. With a sigh, he turned 90 degrees and headed back into the city, somewhere around the Westwall area.
Psyche: He was feeling a particular level of mischievousness this evening. In a studded blue-jean vest with no undershirt and a pair of black leather pants, he strutted down the street and occasionally dropping a whisper into the mind of the random passer-by only to watch them look around at who'd tried speaking to them. He, of course, offered a laugh to himself as he slipped a semi-nimble hand into the pocket of a purse and removed an entire wallet. He loved this life and he'd come to appreciate the walk down through Honeymead into West Wall where he'd occasionally walk down towards Dark Eden. "I ******* love this life."
Robert Pratt: Robert walked through the streets by the river, heading upwards for the Westwall train station. He hated this life and usually wished Pi had never failed to kill him right back at the beginning. However, he was here and he was making the best of it as he tried to save people from the same fate he'd ended up with, save them from death, save them from the vampires. If he could, he would find a way to end them all, himself included, to keep everyone safe. And so it was, he was lost in thought as he wandered along the well trodden streets, taking the route he'd taken so many times before.
Psyche: Rounding the corner of Dark Eden as he looked through a foldout wallet and the ridiculous driver's license photo of one Pierre LaFontanou, he looked up briefly to view the street before him. As he looked back down, his mind finally registered what it had seen. Double-taking and looking back up, he thought he recognized the back-view of the individual... perhaps walking down towards the station? He'd have attempted to connect to him psychically and verify, but that'd draw unnecessary attention to himself and the last thing he needed was to go violating the Masquerade. Pocketing the wallet, he started to follow behind the familiar character, occasionally bumping into the random idiots who never watched where they were going. "Stupid ******* Canooks." He gave his head a shake in disgust as a brunette in a dress she had no business wearing stepped on his foot with her hooker heels. He looked back and suddenly wished he hadn't. It was backless. Oh god. The fabric was screaming for the pain to end, the stitches pleading to just finally break and have the agony ended. "That's awful. Just god awful." His mind went back ahead to the immediate pressing matter.
Robert Pratt: He was totally oblivious to the fact that he'd managed to gain himself a tail, even if he did realise - he'd not have cared. People thought he was some, big bad, when actually he was the one trying to save them all from damnation, to raise them to the Light. He had little to nothing to hide, so he just continued on about his business as he wove through the people with the dexterity of the shadow he was.
Psyche: Psyche'd been sitting in the corner of the apartment all morning, eyes faded to absolute white and oblivious to anything happening around him. With each remembrance of an individual, he connected and traced through their minds to see what their day-to-day had involved. As his powers had developed, he'd become increasingly addicted to information and his curiosity could kill a hundred cats. There'd been odd things occurring in this town as of late. Memories of earthquakes, attacks on wraiths and an even greater rift in the Pro and Anti Masquerade communities than there had previously been. Much of the debate could be found on the forums, but the real intrigue was what dwelled in the mind. As he finished his surveillances, he rose to his feet and decided he needed to get out of the apartment already. Closing the door behind him, he wondered what he could find to entertain himself out in the streets of Harper Rock.
Robert Pratt: Robert was taking a break from his work, with a raging headache. He'd left Solace and gone for a wander in the wilderness around Newborough as the area beside the river was particularly beautiful, peaceful and calming. He'd lost track of all time, but had suddenly realised he'd been out for a while. With a sigh, he turned 90 degrees and headed back into the city, somewhere around the Westwall area.
Psyche: He was feeling a particular level of mischievousness this evening. In a studded blue-jean vest with no undershirt and a pair of black leather pants, he strutted down the street and occasionally dropping a whisper into the mind of the random passer-by only to watch them look around at who'd tried speaking to them. He, of course, offered a laugh to himself as he slipped a semi-nimble hand into the pocket of a purse and removed an entire wallet. He loved this life and he'd come to appreciate the walk down through Honeymead into West Wall where he'd occasionally walk down towards Dark Eden. "I ******* love this life."
Robert Pratt: Robert walked through the streets by the river, heading upwards for the Westwall train station. He hated this life and usually wished Pi had never failed to kill him right back at the beginning. However, he was here and he was making the best of it as he tried to save people from the same fate he'd ended up with, save them from death, save them from the vampires. If he could, he would find a way to end them all, himself included, to keep everyone safe. And so it was, he was lost in thought as he wandered along the well trodden streets, taking the route he'd taken so many times before.
Psyche: Rounding the corner of Dark Eden as he looked through a foldout wallet and the ridiculous driver's license photo of one Pierre LaFontanou, he looked up briefly to view the street before him. As he looked back down, his mind finally registered what it had seen. Double-taking and looking back up, he thought he recognized the back-view of the individual... perhaps walking down towards the station? He'd have attempted to connect to him psychically and verify, but that'd draw unnecessary attention to himself and the last thing he needed was to go violating the Masquerade. Pocketing the wallet, he started to follow behind the familiar character, occasionally bumping into the random idiots who never watched where they were going. "Stupid ******* Canooks." He gave his head a shake in disgust as a brunette in a dress she had no business wearing stepped on his foot with her hooker heels. He looked back and suddenly wished he hadn't. It was backless. Oh god. The fabric was screaming for the pain to end, the stitches pleading to just finally break and have the agony ended. "That's awful. Just god awful." His mind went back ahead to the immediate pressing matter.
Robert Pratt: He was totally oblivious to the fact that he'd managed to gain himself a tail, even if he did realise - he'd not have cared. People thought he was some, big bad, when actually he was the one trying to save them all from damnation, to raise them to the Light. He had little to nothing to hide, so he just continued on about his business as he wove through the people with the dexterity of the shadow he was.
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Re: I got the phone bitches!
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Psyche: They were perhaps two blocks down from the train station now, but had managed to catch at least a semi-side glance of the character. It was definitely Mr Pratt. There were many things that Psyche lacked or simply just had yet to possess, but a memory was not one of them. He never forgot a face. Hell, there was few and far between that he ever did forget since his turning. He honestly knew next to nothing about the notorious individual, other than the clandestine Solace faction he'd created. An anti-vampire organization...run by a vampire? The intrigue was too much for Psyche to be able to ignore. He needed more info. Picking up the pace, he manoeuvred half-hazardly through various pedestrians and sometimes running into one here and there. Still he was managing
Robert Pratt: He turned the corner towards the station and caught a glimpse of a tattooed man seeming to be looking at him fairly intently. An eyebrow rose as he continued on his way, wondering who he was and why he was interested. Being stared at was nothing new really, it happened regularly, so he wasn't too phased by it in the slightest. However, his attention was raised and he made sure he was aware of what was going on around him more so than he had been.
Psyche: ****. He was turning the corner. He'd need to get to him before he got lost in the chaos of the stations. Closing up the space, he ensured to stay put behind a suited man in front of him but looking over the contours of Pratt's clothes to try and decide where to make his pull from. Locating what he thought looked like perhaps a phone on his person, the corner of his mouth rose briefly. Excellent, that'd be a playground of intel. Staying behind the man in the suit, he extended his arm out and reached delicately into the pocket to remove the cellphone. His fingers felt the surface of the phone as two digits gripped it and pulled it from it's current sheath. With the phone in hand he slowly allowed himself to fall back from Pratt and leaned up against the wall of the station corridor. Lifting the phone up, he unlocked it and debated where to look over. Texts. yes. Texts it is.
Robert Pratt: He felt the fingers entering his trousers and tensed, as the phone was removed he just shook his head and kept going. A quick glance over his shoulder told him it was the tattooed man from a few minutes ago that had taken it - the man who thought he'd got away with it. He'd not bothered moving away, he wasn't even looking at Robert. He was too busy staring at the phone. Robert shook his head and did a U Turn, bringing himself back to stand right in front of the man with his hand outstretched and a cough slipping from his throat. "I think you'll find that's mine actually!"
Psyche: He'd gotten sloppy. Far too sloppy, in fact. He'd not even thought over the fact that standing here out in the open would lead to Pratt ending up standing in front of him. He should've known better. One didn't gain notoriety of being a public enemy or leader of an organization by being daft. Of course Pratt was older than he and far more experienced in the vampire society, it was idiotic to think his meagre pickpocket skills would leave him like a ghost. Moron. Psyche looked up with a smile and laughed a bit. "This phone? Oh ****. You're right. This in't my phone at all. honest mistake, right?" Tossing the phone into his hand, he ducked down the corridor in an attempt to make his way down to the station turnstiles.
Robert Pratt: Robert looked at the phone in his hand and saw what had been brought up.... his conversation with Enver about the meeting tonight. "****!" He spotted the man trying to get away and went after him. "Oi! You! Tattoo! Get back here!"
Fades away to black…. The chase unresolved.
Psyche: They were perhaps two blocks down from the train station now, but had managed to catch at least a semi-side glance of the character. It was definitely Mr Pratt. There were many things that Psyche lacked or simply just had yet to possess, but a memory was not one of them. He never forgot a face. Hell, there was few and far between that he ever did forget since his turning. He honestly knew next to nothing about the notorious individual, other than the clandestine Solace faction he'd created. An anti-vampire organization...run by a vampire? The intrigue was too much for Psyche to be able to ignore. He needed more info. Picking up the pace, he manoeuvred half-hazardly through various pedestrians and sometimes running into one here and there. Still he was managing
Robert Pratt: He turned the corner towards the station and caught a glimpse of a tattooed man seeming to be looking at him fairly intently. An eyebrow rose as he continued on his way, wondering who he was and why he was interested. Being stared at was nothing new really, it happened regularly, so he wasn't too phased by it in the slightest. However, his attention was raised and he made sure he was aware of what was going on around him more so than he had been.
Psyche: ****. He was turning the corner. He'd need to get to him before he got lost in the chaos of the stations. Closing up the space, he ensured to stay put behind a suited man in front of him but looking over the contours of Pratt's clothes to try and decide where to make his pull from. Locating what he thought looked like perhaps a phone on his person, the corner of his mouth rose briefly. Excellent, that'd be a playground of intel. Staying behind the man in the suit, he extended his arm out and reached delicately into the pocket to remove the cellphone. His fingers felt the surface of the phone as two digits gripped it and pulled it from it's current sheath. With the phone in hand he slowly allowed himself to fall back from Pratt and leaned up against the wall of the station corridor. Lifting the phone up, he unlocked it and debated where to look over. Texts. yes. Texts it is.
Robert Pratt: He felt the fingers entering his trousers and tensed, as the phone was removed he just shook his head and kept going. A quick glance over his shoulder told him it was the tattooed man from a few minutes ago that had taken it - the man who thought he'd got away with it. He'd not bothered moving away, he wasn't even looking at Robert. He was too busy staring at the phone. Robert shook his head and did a U Turn, bringing himself back to stand right in front of the man with his hand outstretched and a cough slipping from his throat. "I think you'll find that's mine actually!"
Psyche: He'd gotten sloppy. Far too sloppy, in fact. He'd not even thought over the fact that standing here out in the open would lead to Pratt ending up standing in front of him. He should've known better. One didn't gain notoriety of being a public enemy or leader of an organization by being daft. Of course Pratt was older than he and far more experienced in the vampire society, it was idiotic to think his meagre pickpocket skills would leave him like a ghost. Moron. Psyche looked up with a smile and laughed a bit. "This phone? Oh ****. You're right. This in't my phone at all. honest mistake, right?" Tossing the phone into his hand, he ducked down the corridor in an attempt to make his way down to the station turnstiles.
Robert Pratt: Robert looked at the phone in his hand and saw what had been brought up.... his conversation with Enver about the meeting tonight. "****!" He spotted the man trying to get away and went after him. "Oi! You! Tattoo! Get back here!"
Fades away to black…. The chase unresolved.
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Re: I got the phone bitches!
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Ripper: *finally shows up* Alright so I don't actually have anything to show you anymore *video text a .jpeg of a piece of paper that was small and on it the words were simple and stark, they said that they were trying to revive Crow, that the ritual they were doing that night would have, or at least tried to revive the ancient being they all knew (but knew not at all really) as Crow.* basically confirming what it was folks were saying on the docks
Robert Pratt: Ah k
Ripper: will you tell me what was on the phone? I guess there's the $60 question, you don't have to tell me though.
Robert Pratt: "Nah man, you're cool. You're with me, I think." Pulls the phone from his pocket and flicks it open. He brought up the text that had been received mentioning the meeting tonight at 11 on the 14th floor of Beta and then showed Ripper, wondering what he'd make of the wording mentioning 'teams'
Ripper: who else knows?
Robert Pratt: "Me, you, Enver and Killian. Why?"
Ripper: in case additional people show up
Robert Pratt: "Yeh, I'm worried about the humans. Who in the **** were those vamps that showed up? I'd never seen them before!"
Ripper: they were nobodies, blood-trails...*speaks with assurance*
Robert Pratt: "Well, they took something from the humans, mugged them you know? This meeting is organised by the humans. I want to protect them from those vamps that I guess that piece of paper came from? We can't let the vamps get the things they need to complete the ritual!"
Ripper: then maybe we should consider includeing a Mystic
Robert Pratt: "A mystic? Why?"
Ripper: in order to best protect the humans
Robert Pratt: "You'll have to forgive me. But how? What can a mystic do that we can't?"
Ripper: a mystic can defer individuals from showing up
Robert Pratt: Yeh, I can too.
Ripper: do I need to spell it out further?
Robert Pratt: "Which is why I was asking why we needed a Mystic dipshit."
Ripper: .yeah well - Killers always catch on eventually
Robert Pratt: "Bit slow are you?" Grins cheekily
Ripper: Still faster than you could catch me
Robert Pratt: "Probably. Especially if you've got that celerity power!"
Ripper: *LOVES it* if eye were you I'd be there earlier than soon
Robert Pratt: "Yeh, I plan to be."
Ripper: good, good *nods* I suppose I'll see you.
Robert Pratt: Yup. See you there.
Ripper: if you don't: yell
Robert Pratt: "Yeh, will do. Especially if ******* shot again!"
Ripper: *finally shows up* Alright so I don't actually have anything to show you anymore *video text a .jpeg of a piece of paper that was small and on it the words were simple and stark, they said that they were trying to revive Crow, that the ritual they were doing that night would have, or at least tried to revive the ancient being they all knew (but knew not at all really) as Crow.* basically confirming what it was folks were saying on the docks
Robert Pratt: Ah k
Ripper: will you tell me what was on the phone? I guess there's the $60 question, you don't have to tell me though.
Robert Pratt: "Nah man, you're cool. You're with me, I think." Pulls the phone from his pocket and flicks it open. He brought up the text that had been received mentioning the meeting tonight at 11 on the 14th floor of Beta and then showed Ripper, wondering what he'd make of the wording mentioning 'teams'
Ripper: who else knows?
Robert Pratt: "Me, you, Enver and Killian. Why?"
Ripper: in case additional people show up
Robert Pratt: "Yeh, I'm worried about the humans. Who in the **** were those vamps that showed up? I'd never seen them before!"
Ripper: they were nobodies, blood-trails...*speaks with assurance*
Robert Pratt: "Well, they took something from the humans, mugged them you know? This meeting is organised by the humans. I want to protect them from those vamps that I guess that piece of paper came from? We can't let the vamps get the things they need to complete the ritual!"
Ripper: then maybe we should consider includeing a Mystic
Robert Pratt: "A mystic? Why?"
Ripper: in order to best protect the humans
Robert Pratt: "You'll have to forgive me. But how? What can a mystic do that we can't?"
Ripper: a mystic can defer individuals from showing up
Robert Pratt: Yeh, I can too.
Ripper: do I need to spell it out further?
Robert Pratt: "Which is why I was asking why we needed a Mystic dipshit."
Ripper: .yeah well - Killers always catch on eventually
Robert Pratt: "Bit slow are you?" Grins cheekily
Ripper: Still faster than you could catch me
Robert Pratt: "Probably. Especially if you've got that celerity power!"
Ripper: *LOVES it* if eye were you I'd be there earlier than soon
Robert Pratt: "Yeh, I plan to be."
Ripper: good, good *nods* I suppose I'll see you.
Robert Pratt: Yup. See you there.
Ripper: if you don't: yell
Robert Pratt: "Yeh, will do. Especially if ******* shot again!"
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Re: I got the phone bitches!
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Robert Pratt: Robert had been debating this one for a while. She'd seemed to have been helping, seemed to be on his side in things, but at the same time - she'd been Tyt and had helped to kill him. Theirs was an.... odd relationship. And he had to admit, he did owe her and she was handy to have around sometimes. So after going back and forth in his head for literally, hours.... He picked up the phone and dialled her number.
Phoenix:: Wildlife documentaries were great and all, but Sunday evening programming left a bit to be desired. When her phone rang, despite the name that popped up on caller ID, she picked up. "Hello Robert."
Robert Pratt: He grinned, unable to contain himself - because usually, he did feel this stupid, happiness when he spoke to her. Possibly because she'd been such a bright point in his life from before the city, there was still that memory and those feelings. "Nixy poo! How are you dear? Long time no speak!"
Phoenix:: She scowled, annoyed by the use of such a silly nickname under the circumstances. Shaking her head, she flipped the TV off and drummed her fingers along the arm of the couch. "I'm well. What do you want?"
Robert Pratt: He sighed and shook his head, obviously her time of the month as usual. "Look, there's some humans that need saved. Seems some vampires are trying to kill them and take the information they have so that they can bring Crow back to life. I want to save the humans and thwart.... hey! good word.... anyways, yeh, I want to thwart the vampires so they can't bring Crow "back". We need more info really. There's a meeting tonight, between the humans. Want to come as the muscle?"
Robert Pratt: Robert had been debating this one for a while. She'd seemed to have been helping, seemed to be on his side in things, but at the same time - she'd been Tyt and had helped to kill him. Theirs was an.... odd relationship. And he had to admit, he did owe her and she was handy to have around sometimes. So after going back and forth in his head for literally, hours.... He picked up the phone and dialled her number.
Phoenix:: Wildlife documentaries were great and all, but Sunday evening programming left a bit to be desired. When her phone rang, despite the name that popped up on caller ID, she picked up. "Hello Robert."
Robert Pratt: He grinned, unable to contain himself - because usually, he did feel this stupid, happiness when he spoke to her. Possibly because she'd been such a bright point in his life from before the city, there was still that memory and those feelings. "Nixy poo! How are you dear? Long time no speak!"
Phoenix:: She scowled, annoyed by the use of such a silly nickname under the circumstances. Shaking her head, she flipped the TV off and drummed her fingers along the arm of the couch. "I'm well. What do you want?"
Robert Pratt: He sighed and shook his head, obviously her time of the month as usual. "Look, there's some humans that need saved. Seems some vampires are trying to kill them and take the information they have so that they can bring Crow back to life. I want to save the humans and thwart.... hey! good word.... anyways, yeh, I want to thwart the vampires so they can't bring Crow "back". We need more info really. There's a meeting tonight, between the humans. Want to come as the muscle?"
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Re: I got the phone bitches!
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Phoenix:: She pondered what he was rambling about before giving a slow, thoughtful nod. "Alright, I'll come. Where is it?"
Robert Pratt: "You promise not to hurt the humans and to behave?" He couldn't help but laugh at the last comment. Nix didn't know how to behave. But he was serious about the first bit.
BUZZ!!!
Phoenix:: She nodded, then frowned. He couldn't see that ****. "Yeah, sure. No humans shall be injured and all that jazz. Where is it?"
Robert Pratt: He chuckled, unfortunately not believing a word of what she said. But everyone needed a chance right? "14th floor, Beta Towers, 11pm this evening. See you there?"
Phoenix:: She quickly jotted down the location and nodded, scrunching up her nose. "Mhum, Beta F14 - got it. Thanks Robert. Should I keep an eye out for anything?"
Robert Pratt: "Yeh, ******* Pi and Madison shooting people and random assed vampires appearing out of thin air. **** was CRAZY! Come locked and loaded!"
Phoenix:: Interesting. "Will do. I'll be on guard. Pi stole a shard from me a few days ago. Tell me she didn't get something else."
Robert Pratt: "She got tossed in the river by Ripper if that helps? But once I had the phone, she and Madison were shooting at me and the random vamps were ******* trying to rip my head off. So I got out of dodge."
Phoenix:: "Nice. Well, I'll see you there!"
Robert Pratt: "See you there. Stay safe!"
Phoenix:: She pondered what he was rambling about before giving a slow, thoughtful nod. "Alright, I'll come. Where is it?"
Robert Pratt: "You promise not to hurt the humans and to behave?" He couldn't help but laugh at the last comment. Nix didn't know how to behave. But he was serious about the first bit.
BUZZ!!!
Phoenix:: She nodded, then frowned. He couldn't see that ****. "Yeah, sure. No humans shall be injured and all that jazz. Where is it?"
Robert Pratt: He chuckled, unfortunately not believing a word of what she said. But everyone needed a chance right? "14th floor, Beta Towers, 11pm this evening. See you there?"
Phoenix:: She quickly jotted down the location and nodded, scrunching up her nose. "Mhum, Beta F14 - got it. Thanks Robert. Should I keep an eye out for anything?"
Robert Pratt: "Yeh, ******* Pi and Madison shooting people and random assed vampires appearing out of thin air. **** was CRAZY! Come locked and loaded!"
Phoenix:: Interesting. "Will do. I'll be on guard. Pi stole a shard from me a few days ago. Tell me she didn't get something else."
Robert Pratt: "She got tossed in the river by Ripper if that helps? But once I had the phone, she and Madison were shooting at me and the random vamps were ******* trying to rip my head off. So I got out of dodge."
Phoenix:: "Nice. Well, I'll see you there!"
Robert Pratt: "See you there. Stay safe!"