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

Psyche: You need a little scanner action? Well, if you do... I'm around.

Cinnamon Cherrywhip: *Replies* I do indeed. What do you charge?

Psyche: Free for family.

Cinnamon Cherrywhip: *R* Thanks. Want to meet?

Psyche: *Texts* Certainly, where ya holed up at?

Cinnamon Cherrywhip: *R* I'm at my club. Silks. You know how to find us?

Psyche: I do. I'll be there shortly

Cinnamon Cherrywhip: CC set her phone aside and then straightened out her outfit. Tonight she was in a mini, mini dress that barely covered her ***, didn't cover her sides of back and instead had a thin strip that ran up her stomach before splitting to either breast and finishing in a halter neck that showed off her stripy tats to their max. Her cinnamon coloured hair was loose and curled while her makeup was tasteful and natural, perfectly complimenting the fake tan she had. She pulled out two glasses and filled one with a thinned out blood - so it looked like red wine - and the other with champagne. Then went downstairs to the bar to await her company.

Psyche: Psyche entered through the front door of Silks shaking his head. Sometimes he really hated the internet, especially friggin' Google Maps. It always seemed to get him lost and then sooner or later he had to call and ask for directions, which of course degraded his manhood a notch. He'd decided on a more alternative attire for the evening, opting between stylish and downright jackassery. In black parachute pants, a white open-chested jacket with design that could've appeared as houndstooth from afar, and an over-the-top gold chain...with of course shades to match. He looked a special kind of asshole. Spotting CC, he made his way over and offered a wink. "I finally made it. Sorry."

Cinnamon Cherrywhip: She'd already finished her first glass and had been delivered a second when the man approached. She'd never met Psyche before, so was rather bemused when approached - but she guessed it was him from his comment of finally making it. Her eyes looked him over and was surprised, as it wasn't what she'd been expecting at all. He was more tattooed than she was! Her face cracked into a grin, thinking she should drag him to the shops and dress him properly, then crossed her bare legs one over the other and pushed his glass over to him, nodding to a seat. "Guess you didn't know your way over at all eh?" She chuckled, the music changing for the next pole dancer to take to the stage. She'd even sat so that his chair was facing the stage - ever the business woman.

Psyche: *Eyeing her up and down behind the sunglasses, he offered a half-grin before taking the shades off, sitting them down next to the glass. Eyeballing the glass, he looked back to her and subtly pushed the glass back a tiny bit with his finger tips, speaking to her mind as he did so, *No thanks, drinking's apparently not an option for me anymore* In his peripheral he saw the next dancer step up to the pole for her dance, which conjured a raise of the brows in silent appreciation. Nice. Turning back to her, he gave a roll of the eyes, "Yeah yeah, gimme a break. I'm an artist not a taxi driver."

Cinnamon Cherrywhip: She simply pushed the glass of blood back to him with a knowing look and nodded, as if to say it were fine. As a club owner, she'd made it her mission to ensure all clientele were catered for. So in his glass - nothing but blood and the stuff from the blood packs that stopped it from congealing. Therefore, nothing that would make him ill and reveal him. Unfortunately, she didn't have mind speak with which to tell him this - so she only hoped he'd understand from her simple gesture. Her smile widened as she saw him catch the next dancer, and was pleased that he seemed to appreciate the view. "Well, had you taken a taxi - they all know where the club is. I do after all, pay them a lot of money to know that fact." She grinned and sipped her champagne appreciatively. "So, good to finally ******* meet you! Thought you were bloody well avoiding me for a while there man!"

Psyche: Taking note of the insistence of the drink, he figured she meant everything would be fine. Picking up the glass, he took a shallow swill of the crimson liquor and closed his eyes as he enjoyed the intoxicating flavour of the plasma. "That...is...delicious." Looking back to her with a glossy grin, he regained his composure and leaned back in his seat, watching the dance floor. "Quite ******* true, fire-top. Quite true. I've not been meaning to be evasive... I stay busy at the tattoo parlour. This joint is quite a place, CC." Taking another drink from the glass, he watched the dancer finish up and offered an ecstatic clap with a whistle. "Nice finish."

Cinnamon Cherrywhip: She glanced around at his clapping and watched as the woman left the stage and took a customer by the hand, then leading him up the stairs which lit up with every footfall placed on them. Her head swivelled and she saw, that as soon as the stairs began to light up, certain heads in the crowd and by the door turned to look. She smiled, pleased that all was as it should be and that the dancers were offering extras and the bouncers were watching who was going up and down those stairs. Safety and Money - her two priorities in the club, because if the girls and customers weren't safe - they didn't spend their pennies. "I'm glad you approve, of both the drink and the club Psyche." She smiled, nodding her head politely as her attention turned back to him. "Perhaps I'll be seeing you around more often? And if you work in a tattoo parlour, perhaps I should come by and get mine touched up by yourself?" She extended one extremely toned, strong, bare leg and lifted it into his eye line, showing him some of her stripes. "Think you could handle that?"

Psyche: He offered a gracious nod to her remarks, glad that she'd invited him here. "You've done a great job of establishing this business. Definitely an atmosphere that could get repeat visits out of me." As she offered up her leg he gave a smirk, loving to share artwork. Taking an appreciative glance at the ink laid out on her well-defined leg, placing his hand on the underside and running his fingertips on the artwork. The artist had done a good job, the skin was barely raised in scarring. "Oh, I think I could handle that for you, love."

Cinnamon Cherrywhip: "Well, having worked in a number of places - I'd got the money together to start something. I also had the experiences both good and bad to take from to ensure this place thrived." She smirked, lowered her leg and then thought, looking around the bar until she saw them. "You come with friends.... like us. Make sure you only order from him" She pointed out Leo, the tall, very muscular white blonde who was working a pole in the corner, surrounded by a hen party. "And her." She then pointed out the ginger haired woman at the other end of the bar. "Leo and Ginger. They're the only ones who know about vampires. So they're the only ones who will get you blood. There are private rooms upstairs you can use, just ask one of them and they'll take you up to the specific room set up for our kind. There are poles and a mini stage and hoops and things in each room - as well as beds. So, just negotiate with the girls and guys and you can have a wonderful evening. **** up my business though......" She just smiled and sipped on her drink again, knowing he'd get what she meant.

Psyche: He understood what she meant, and respected her tenacity towards protecting her business. It was all good to enjoy the fun in life and not get too swept up in the seriousness of it all, but in this life one only had so many areas that they could leave their lasting mark.. Their touch and gift to society. "Understood." His phone vibrated for a minute before he checked it and put it back in his pocket. "So, what's this job?"

Cinnamon Cherrywhip: She'd gotten distracted with a guy being a dick and her body language tensed as she edged to the front of her seat. However it was handled quietly and professionally by her staff. Mostly because Dylan walked up behind the man and thumped him at the base of the skull, hard, knocking him out. The way it looked, as a bouncer on either side carried the unconscious man out, was impressive. You couldn't tell the man was out for the count as the bouncers were talking to him and seemingly helping him - he just looked drunk. Her smile grew once more as she relaxed and sat back in her chair, her attention now back on Psyche as she nodded her head. "Yes. The job. I have a new childe - one I don't want Pru to know about mind. Not yet anyways. She's only a couple of nights old and I've been teaching her. However, this evening I returned to her and she was gone. And on my nightly checks of CrowNet, I discovered she has a sighting request on her. So of course - I'm concerned. I'm just wondering. Could you check her? See if she's been struck? Then see where she is? I unfortunately don't have any damn powers like that, nor can I summon her to me and such. It's most irritating to be so.... impotent. Especially with the career I have..." She chuckled, indicating the club and especially the stairs.

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

Psyche: Nodding for a moment he understood and respected the concern for care in this matter. He had to admit, he was a bit intrigued by the fact she was intent on keeping her new childe a secret from her own sire. Truthfully, him being who he was, he didn't really care for the reasoning. Of course, he knew of whom she was speaking of. He'd for a good time now become a bit of telepathy addict and always checked the minds of everyone he'd come to know of. Yes yes, it was a little big-brotherish, but he liked to know what was occurring. "Indeed. I know OF her, but do you have a picture or something I can see to get a better grasp of the link?"

Cinnamon Cherrywhip: "I...." She frowned and thought about it, then shook her head. She'd not taken a picture as she usually did when she hired someone because her camera hadn't been working - no batteries and she could guess who'd taken them and why without thinking too hard. She sighed and shook her head no, then wondered how he knew of her when she was but a couple of nights old. "I don't, but... how do you know 'of' her? What is it she's been doing that has her known and hunted?"

Psyche: He offered a smile yet again to her, "I know OF her from your own memories. From the night you sired her. I'll go off that memory in fact." As he sat in the seat, Psyche's eyes went completely white for a few moments, before they retained their colour and he appeared to come back into consciousness. "She's been attacked... yet again, it seems. Though, I'm unsure as to her location... I've not mastered those techniques yet, I'm afraid."

Cinnamon Cherrywhip: She sat patiently and waited, not knowing how his powers worked so not wanting to do anything that would disrupt him. However, when his lips moved she snarled and felt her emotions unravelling within her. Her eyes began to sting and she growled again. "****.... do you mind?" And without waiting for an answer, she reached out and stole his sunglasses, popping them on as the stinging intensified and her eyes changed as they always did when her emotions became heightened. Her fingers curled and her nails extended and retracted as she tried to control her anger. "Do you.... do you mind if we go upstairs?" Last thing she wanted was to reveal herself in her damn packed club. Pru would kill her if she got a bounty!

Psyche: He noticed her rage was taking the front seat and started to notice the subtle changes occurring. He wasn't sure what exactly her powers did to her when she got angered, but before she could even finish her sentence he had his hand on her lower back and was walking with her as if they were just two individuals walking up a set of stairs to conduct further business.

Cinnamon Cherrywhip: She acted as normal as she walked through the club with a wiggle of her hips, smiling to the bouncers and walking up the stairs that flashed purple as they stepped on them. Once up the stairs, she again nodded and smiled at the bouncers up there and the barman, then opened the door to the far end room, waited for Psyche to enter and then went in herself, closing the door behind her to make the room soundproof. She removed his glasses and handed them back to him, blinking her now blue and black, almost reversed eyes at him and growled ferally as she paced the room around the bed and the stage, by the couch and the fridge and all the rest in there. "Sorry..... give me..... a minute." She snarled out at him.

Psyche: Sitting on the bed, he leaned back onto his hands and looked about the room. "Fancy." He allowed a subtle glance at CC as she paced about, but tried not to appear rude. He got the feeling that maybe gawking at her current state might be somewhat of an affront and be the equivalent of walking in on her naked. "Take your time, hun."

Cinnamon Cherrywhip: It took her a while, but finally she was calm enough to actually talk. Her eyes remained the same, but her claws weren't out, nor threatening to. She collapsed down into the sofa and kicked her stripped heels off, rubbing at her temples as she did. "I'm sorry. ******* Allurist. Emotions and us, well, we don't damn well mix well." She looked up at him and offered an apologetic smile, which then turned worried. "Wait..... you feel ok? I've not...." She frowned then continued. "I've not like, cast anything on you no?" It was usually what happened. She lost control and next thing you knew someone was pissing and moaning about having something cast on them.

Psyche: He raised an eyebrow questioningly and looked himself over. "Ummmm, nope. Feel quite alright." Maybe she meant someone had seen her and was thinking hoodoo or the sort had occurred? He was unsure, but having watched Scorpia turn a room of people into ******* dust, this was hardly that high on the shock-o-meter. "No, I'm fine. I'm sorry to have upset you."

Cinnamon Cherrywhip: She sat herself up and nodded her head, totally relieved she wasn't in more ****. "No, no, no. You didn't. You just told me what I needed to know. But, you said she'd been attacked - again. What do you mean again? It's happened more than once? Who's ******* hitting her? Cause I will damn well kill them! And you can't find her? Or them?" She reached behind her and pulled out her phone - though it was probably best not to ask where it came from, as she updated her request.

Psyche: "Yes, it appears to have happened once the past two nights. A vampiress named, Eva."

Cinnamon Cherrywhip: A long, low growl escaped her throat as her eyes narrowed. "And what does this **** look like? Do your ******* powers work like that?" All professionalism had slipped and now she was just a feral and possessive pyress, looking to hurt, maim and kill to protect what was hers.

Psyche: "I'm not sure how others' powers work, but mine do extend to that measure." His eyes went white again as he shared an image of her speaking as if she were right there speaking to Cherrywhip.

Cinnamon Cherrywhip: She blinked as he seemed to.... change. As she looked at him things were all wavy and out of focus before it was as if there was a woman laid over him standing there. She'd had this before, with Zo, so she knew what was happening and didn't panic, but she took in every single detail of the woman's face so she'd recognise her should she see her. She snarled again and sat on her hands, crossing her legs up under her - not caring that the skirt wasn't long enough for the new cross-legged pose. "Thanks. Appreciated." She said, wondering if she'd hear from someone about seeking this woman out. Then she thought some more and sighed. She was going to have to tell Sangue about what was going on, which meant telling them about Sweet. This was all so ****, and not how she'd wanted things to go with this childe. Because Sweet was hers, just hers, no one else’s. Hers dammit!

Psyche: "I'm sorry I'm not skilled enough to help find her, CC. I wish I was."

Cinnamon Cherrywhip: She shook her head, frowning at the thought she'd offended him. She got up from the couch and went to sit beside him, leaning in and kissing his cheek. "Don't apologise for that. I mean, not like I can ******* do it either right?"

Psyche: He felt the buzz of the phone in his pocket again as he pulled it out and looked over the text message. He dropped his forehead into his hand and gave a sigh, "****." Looking up to CC, he stood, placing his hand on her shoulder. "I have another issue pulling at my attention now. Do you mind if we meet again soon? Perhaps more will develop and we can look into all deeper." His eyes went white again for a moment, "FYI, it looks like Eva has just cast mind block on Sweet."

Cinnamon Cherrywhip: She stood up, only 5' 4" in her bare feet, and nodded her head. "Yeh, thanks Psyche. Appreciated. I need to run to a bank anyways. Seems Mordie doesn't do free for family like you do." She walked him to the door, and then pointed the way down, nodding to his comment. "Yeh, she'll be getting hers. I promise you"

Psyche: He gave a nod and left with her, "Good. Make her bleed."