Dillon Connery and Ricardo Rodriguez Reyes climb into the Humvee. With a turn of a key the V12 Desiel engine turns over.
Dillon Connery and Ricardo Rodriguez Reyes climb into the Humvee. With a turn of a key the V12 Desiel engine turns over.
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Dillon pumps the gas while the massive vehicle is still in park to produce a little roar. At which, he looks over to Ricardo with a sly grin. "Too bad we probably can't keep this thing, given the, er, negative publicity. I guess it's a wee bit conspicuous, too, huh?
"Ah well. Seatbelts."
The Gangrel seems to be in a remarkably good mood considering he's had his chest and shoulder laid open. In some places, to the bone. Given what did it, he knows he'll be bearing at least some marks for at least a week. You'd think that would be frustrating; the Gangrel Priscus, walking around all clawed-up. But he doesn't show the least bit of irritation until the seatbelt drags at one of the open wounds. He scowls down to the kevlar strap darkly. He would have to at least keep himself bandaged together, once he found his way to a change of clothes.
Ricardo smiled back at Dillon. "I wouldn't mind having one of these myself, but yes that's too bad." It would sure beat taking the bus.
The Hispanic Lord only realizes how injured his fellow Deputy is once they buckle up. He awkwardly removes his leather jacket and offers it to the other man. "Amigo, this might help." It might be more comfortable, and make his wounds less obvious.
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Dillon lets the belt go before he latches it, nodding to Ricardo's idea. He hadn't considered it, given that the Mexican Lord was a bit shorter* than he. But Seρor Rodriguez looked like he was built like a tank, so his jacket would probably fit Dillon perfectly.
The Gangrel pulls his own ruined coat off, having to lift his rear off the seat in an amusing maneuver to get the slightly long tail out from under him. His shirt goes with it. No point in keeping either of the shredded rags on any longer. He would have to burn them eventually, just to be safe. Any mortal who inspected them would probably assume it was a costume piece due to the obvious lack of blood, but technically it is still a Masquerade breach.
After donning Ricardo's jacket, and before closing the front, Dillon references the look with a downward glance and a smirk: Leather Jacket, no shirt, silver chain and cross around his neck... "If I had some aviators, I'd look like a stripper, wouldn't I?" Covering his chest wound via zipper or buttons, Dillon adds, "Pensamiento rαpido, amigo. Gracias."
Technically, Ricardo had broken etiquette first, so Dillon cheerfully assumes that he really did consider them friends, and they could get around without titles in private. Once that is all situated, and both of them fastened in, Dillon takes the monster vehicle out of park and swings them out onto the street, heading for the Barrens, and the Ridge Motel.
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As the two kindred, One Lord and One Savage, continue there drive the hear a soft Childlike voice coming from the back seat.
"Good evening Gentleman..." the voice says and if they were to turn around to see they would see...
...this
Thankfully, it seems this time the uberstrong beast inside the little body was held in check by a mask of tranquility...
The Mexican Lord turns, and then does a double take. If he was the one driving the car, he would have crashed it. Once again, he remembered the night of his Embrace. Knowing how badly that little girl's life turned out, he wondered if she really would have been better off as a vampire or a snack. All he manages to say is "Por que?" (Why?)
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Dillon clenches his jaw, putting the steering wheel in a death grip to keep from wrecking them all out of sheer surprise. Calming himself, he looks up into the rear-view mirror if there's one installed* confirming the presence he already knows. Dillon had half expected to see the little monster come flying out of the window of the building they'd set alight as a screeching little fireball, earlier. This certainly explained why she didn't.
"Good evening, ma'am. I see you are still indeed in Sacramento. How are you enjoying it?" It seems he would be putting his Requiem in the line of fire for the Domain more than twice, this night.
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"Better now... we have something that needs to be discussed. And I need for you to relay a message." The little girl says in her little girl voice...
You are unable to tell if she is buckled in due to the fact she looks like a blurry mass in the mirror.
It takes Ricardo a minute to compose himself. At least she hadn't hurt anything other than his pride and his sanity. With a hint of resignation, the Mexican Lord manage to ask "What do we need to discuss and what is the message?" This had been a really long night, and it didn't seem like it would be over anytime soon.
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