Unique Intrigue [Mortll]

[Olive]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Mortll: Mortll slipped out of the office and started to take a stroll around the grounds and checking out the invetory of the shop. She liked to do this occasioaly just to see how things were going. The place was holding up nicely and the few customers that roamed the grounds seemed to be enjoying themselves .

Olive: Slipping out from the raid, Olive checked her backpack. It was full, and she was sure she could get a heafty loot for everything she had. She grinned, whistling as she walked along the street. Slipping along the shadows she concentrated, trying not to turn invisible again like she had suddenly while in the raid, her whistling stopped as she searched for a shop. Spotting one she slipped inside, moving to unload her loot on the table and perk up at the cashier. "What can I get for all this?"

Mortll: Mortll watched the woman unloading the stuff onto the table and the shocked look on the cashiers face . She chuckeld and took survey of the items Yeah bones and things were not ging to go over well with her customers. Mortll aproached the cashiers desk "Umm Miss this isnt that kind of shop but if you wish to sell me some of those items privatly I can accomidate you in my office?" she pointed to a door at the back of the shop

Olive: Olive tipped her head to the side slightly and stared up at the cashier with her chocolate hues. Well then, they seemed to not be appreciative of her haul, as hefty and impressive as she thought it was. Raising her brows as she turned her gaze on the newly approached female, she blinked. Not that kind of shop? She blinked again but nodded and shoved the stuff back into her bag hastily to move to the door that was pointed to at the back of the shop. "Names Olive, by the way. Not Miss." She chuckled and slicked a hand through her hair, though her mohawk protested the movement and stood straight up again.

Mortll: Mortll smiled and showed the woman to her small office with the fireplace already blazing . She hated the Canadian cold. "Well Miss Olive I am Mortll I own this shop, It mostly sells flowers and plants and hosts garden partys and weddings but I happen to deal in the items you have there quite frequently." She motioned offering the woman a seat in a soft leather chair.

Olive: Olive chuckled at the 'Miss' still being used, and shook her head lightly though she did take the seat offered. She studied the woman carefully, did that mean that she was a vamp like herself? Olive perked a brow, staring at her. "So you're like me then?" She was sure that she could play it off if she needed to, say something like 'collector' if she wasnt in fact a vampire. Olive hadnt even thought about the fact that the cashier had no idea what she had laid out on the counter and probably looked like a crazed woman. She laughed lightly and shook her bag. "You'll buy this stuff of me?"

Mortll: Mortll sat at her desk and was sizing up the woman "like you no i doubt anyone is like you.. If you mean am i a Vampire yes I am I am also a necromancer and ritualist so i can use some ot those things you are selling." She paused "do you mind me asking Who your sire is ?"

Olive: And there it was, out in the open. Olive grinned broadly, shaking her head as she slipped the items out of her pack and set them onto the desk neatly. Sure, maybe she had a little OCD in that category, not just dumping the items out on the desk. "Mora. Daradasi." Her grin didnt faulter as she gave a slight nod, "Yours?"

Mortll: A slight frown crosed her face "Mine is long gone went to the fade but i am from the Dragomir line orginaly I do not belive ive met Mora but i have heard of her" She smiled Looking over the items "What do you want for the lot of them ?'

Olive: Olive couldnt help but mirror her frown, though it wasnt long before her mirror perked into a grin that flashed pearly whites. "All of them? Cash works best... though Mora usually inspires me. Can you do anything like that?" She raised a brow, clearly intrigued by the woman across from her. Originally Dragomir... she had no idea who that was. She really only knew of the groups she was in - DC, Sangue and Daradasi.

Mortll: "Yes I can do cash. If you have any unusual or rare items im game to buy them as well especialy Oil ... haha I try to keep myself stocked and when i dont i sell to Zodiac shes always buying, that woman can spit out a ritual shes the **** when it comes to these things."

Olive: "Zodiac... I'll have to meet this person. Maybe sometime you could point me out." She checked her watch, sucking in a sharp unneeded breath that filled her dead lungs quickly. The sun would be rising soon, and she couldnt be caught outside when it did. She stood and pulled out a piece of cardstock from her pocket placing it on the desk and sliding it over to Mortll. "My bank account number, just wire me the funds?" She said, moving to zip up her backpack.

Mortll: "You are very trusting to someons you have just met "

Olive: She smirked. "Im pressed for time, honestly. And you dont strike me as someone who wants to hurt me. Otherwise, you would have already, no?" She chuckled, glancing around, motioning that they were in fact alone in her office. "Though I am quick." She winked, slinging the bag over her shoulder.

Olive: "This stuff was just from one night, I usually go a week without selling it. You'd have caught me on a bad night if you werent intending to pay me." She chuckled.

Mortll: "Ok but heres my card in case there are any problems " she stood and offered the woman her hand "Miss Olive you have a good night "

Olive: Olive grinned, and took the womans card, shoving it into her back pocket after looking it over once. Nodding, she shook the offered hand briskly but with vigor. "Of course Mortll. I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other again soon." She chuckled, dropping her hand to move for the door again. "Good luck with your rituals." And with that she slipped out the door, shutting it behind her.