Az's thumbs moved over the screen of his phone rapidly, as he got a message out to Enzo. The pair of them had been texting for close to an hour, discussing a property purchase. The cost on the building was rock bottom, and there were some sources Azraeth had tapped into, which led him to believe the property was actually larger than the official blueprints revealed. It was old, and if the building on the land hadn't been completely run down due to neglect, it probably would have had some historical value. There was some indication, though no concrete proof there were some antique, and possibly mystical finds under the floorboards. Normally, the simple answer would have been to just break in and demolish the thing to check it out. However, with a human society which had become increasingly aware of vampiric presence and their abilities. Well. Az felt it best to purchase the land through legal means. If the venture turned out to be a bust, they could just build a shelter or something there and spin the whole thing into some sort of positive PR anyway.
Are we going to be acquiring it with Dragonal funds, or privately?
The question was sent, and then Az realized his stop was coming up. He pocketted his phone, tugging his jacket tighter against his shoulders and over his abdomen and chest before he lurched up to a stand so he could exit the bus onto the street. Yes. There were more 'dignified' ways to travel. Az could have purchased a car at any point. Or given into his brother's insistence that he have body guards, and a Rolls Royce. However, part of what made Azraeth good at his job was that he could go virtually anywhere without being noticed. He could blend into just about any crowd. He could make back alley deals for priceless artifacts, and commit to his important research because nobody really knew who he was, other than the guy in the background of photographs. He was the man nobody looked at in the newspaper headline where either Diego's team won a massive game, or Dragonal did some special charity work.
Besides. He had used public transit his entire adult life. He planned to take a stroll through Thornside Park on his way to the Dragomir Temple. Yes. It was the long way, but he enjoyed the night air, and he needed to clear his head a little bit before he sat down to look at the paperwork. The Temple itself was a tourist attraction. "The Haunted Citadel" it was sometimes called, and with Halloween having just ended, the tourism season was going to begin drying up pretty quickly. Which meant it was officially the time of year when Az needed to make sure everything was up to date with permits, licensing, and the recognition of the Gothic cathedral as a historically significant building.
His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his jacket as he stepped his way through the frosty landscape where, during spring and summer there were any number of colors.
Are we going to be acquiring it with Dragonal funds, or privately?
The question was sent, and then Az realized his stop was coming up. He pocketted his phone, tugging his jacket tighter against his shoulders and over his abdomen and chest before he lurched up to a stand so he could exit the bus onto the street. Yes. There were more 'dignified' ways to travel. Az could have purchased a car at any point. Or given into his brother's insistence that he have body guards, and a Rolls Royce. However, part of what made Azraeth good at his job was that he could go virtually anywhere without being noticed. He could blend into just about any crowd. He could make back alley deals for priceless artifacts, and commit to his important research because nobody really knew who he was, other than the guy in the background of photographs. He was the man nobody looked at in the newspaper headline where either Diego's team won a massive game, or Dragonal did some special charity work.
Besides. He had used public transit his entire adult life. He planned to take a stroll through Thornside Park on his way to the Dragomir Temple. Yes. It was the long way, but he enjoyed the night air, and he needed to clear his head a little bit before he sat down to look at the paperwork. The Temple itself was a tourist attraction. "The Haunted Citadel" it was sometimes called, and with Halloween having just ended, the tourism season was going to begin drying up pretty quickly. Which meant it was officially the time of year when Az needed to make sure everything was up to date with permits, licensing, and the recognition of the Gothic cathedral as a historically significant building.
His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his jacket as he stepped his way through the frosty landscape where, during spring and summer there were any number of colors.
