(Finding Francesco) Who's on First

[Wolven Pryde]

Continued from this thread...

Near the busy entrance of Raley Field, Doctor Emma French approaches again with a much different Kindred, this time, and from the inside. Tall, sinewy, and fairly attractive, the leader of a nomad Rock group named Martin is hard to miss.

He is dressed for the occasion. That is, the gathering of local bands of varying degrees of success raging in full force behind them. Dark hair cascades around the collar of a darker shirt. A dress shirt, but unbuttoned lazily at the neck and cuffs. Faded jeans and leather boots add to the rocker persona as solidly as the silver jewelry and wallet chain.

Hooking his thumbs behind his pockets reveals a large Iron Cross belt buckle, as they stop to await arrival of the others.

"Anything preemptive I need to know about these friends of yours?" he asks Emma with a sidelong glance. There is a twist of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

[Emma French]

"They like to bite." Emma said with a grin. "Seriously, any of those who come here to help us, will be doing so because they believe in helping family. We protect our domain and our way of life. That includes our family who reside here. For now, we are considering you and your own folks as visiting relatives." Emma felt comfortable with her statement about visiting relatives and would consider this group as such unless they proved other wise. That all being said, it did not mean she trusted them any more then they her. A crisis however demanded a bit of faith. And what was the worst that could happen? She could die, forever style? That might not be such a bad thing. Giving herself a mental shake to help the negative thoughts evaporate Emma waited to see who would respond to their call for assistance.

[Wolven Pryde]

At Emma's joke, Martin laughs with a smile that isn't completely devoid of fangs. As though they never fully retract. It isn't intended as an 'I like to bite, too' statement, but that's probably the way it looks.

As the laugh fades, the smile does as well, into a more thoughtful expression. He nods. "That's very generous.

"I won't forget your... hospitality."

Martin's cheeks tighten again, but the smile is too weak to fully form. He deliberately doesn't agree to or offer the Domain of Sacramento anything specific in return for helping him find out what's going on. After all, this is as much in their best interests as it is his.

After a moment, he shakes his head slightly. "And here I thought this was going to be just another gig."

[Emma French]

Emma paced at the gate. Where were the others? Dillon said they would be here soon. Emma turned and flashed a reassuring smile to Martin, "Is it ever just another gig?" Martin had his fangs partially out, he must be very worried indeed. Emma didn't feel like he was being threatening in the least, but she needed to let him know he needed better control. "Looking a bit 'long in the tooth' there, Martin. Take a few, umm, deep breaths. We'll find you friends." Damn, where are her friends....

[Wolven Pryde]

Martin smiles broadly, perhaps underlining the fact that he hadn't done so since he and Emma met. There's no way she could have missed the size of his pointy lateral incisors. "That's true! Every city has its story, and ends up leaving a mark on us. I guess this one will make Sacramento more interesting than most."

About his teeth, he can only give Emma the cover story so close to the public. "Oh, that's just the way they are. Most people won't believe they are that way naturally, but are satisfied with the admittance to having caps put on them."

His wink reveals that he isn't sharing the full story, but that he can't tell her all about having fangs that don't fully retract with kine milling about.

Paging @Miliham and PWong ...

[Ashley Cohen]

While her normal attire may have blended flawlessly with any of the band members, tonight she blended with the crowd. No highlights colored her hair, and she wore a simple black tee-shirt with jeans and black vans to tie together the whole outfit. Moving among the crowd, her small stature was a boon to not be seen, but at the same time she had difficultly seeing anything past shoulders, backs, and chests.

There was more to the disappearances and Ashley knew she did not have a whole hell of a lot to go off of. Ashley did not really see a problem with Nomads going missing, as it actually seemed like a problem solving itself. But, she had been assigned to Emma and realistically had nothing better to do.

Ashley first reaction, upon catching a quick glimpse of the two in a brief opening of the crowd, was one of anger. Between the two, the monster within focused its malice and spite upon the scrawny unknown.

“Emma!” Ashley called out breaking free from the swarm of kine to approach the two. “It appears I am at your disposal for the evening…”

[Emma French]

Emma's beast whined as the stronger one approached. It wanted to run and hide, but Emma was stronger than the desire to flee. She stood her ground, the corners of her lips twitched as she wanted to snarl and growl. It took a lot of focus not to. Her eyes grew darker as control over beast won out. This inner war was one day going to take its toll, but not today. "Ashley." Emma greeted her as if they were old friend, though truth be known, Emma barely knew her. However, she knew enough that this was an excellent person to have on their side. "Ashley this is Martin. Martin...Ashley." Emma smiled at her somewhat formal informal greeting out here where the herd could hear. "Do you know if anyone else is coming? Should we wait here for now?" Emma looked for a quiet more private place to talk. "Perhaps we should sit in my car while we wait?" WHAT was she thinking, 3 of them in one small jeep? egads, where was her common sense tonight. What she really wanted was to find out if Dillion had filled Ashley in on everything or just the latest in missing people, but she didn't want to air their laundry in front of Martin. "Did Re...Dillion fill you in?"

[Claire Edmonton]

Claire arrives on the scene, wearing her favorite black leather jacket and matching boots. She sways just a bit in her tight black pencil skirt, apparently having missed the memo on discretion, as she does nothing to stand out less as all six feet of her stalk through the crowd. She spots the party indicated by the Reeve, noting two others in conversation with her, and proceeds directly. "Emma, yes? Dillon informed me you were looking for some help with something."

Of course, her skin was crawling at her two elders on either side of her as she came closer. The tension rolled through her jaw and arms as she'd heard others describe pre-test jitters. And it was a test, after all, being around these two without turning and fleeing, but she focused on her own body, her own stance, and maintaining a casual demeanor. Or at least, her own version of casual, wearing a $3700 outfit at a rock festival. Discretion was just no match for leather and silk from Saks.

She ignores everyone aside from the assembled kindred, clearly awaiting a response.

[Emma French]

Just as Emma was getting ready to move things along she heard her name. She turned to see one of the newer members of the domain. She smiled and braced for a new beast. This time she needed to try and not attack. After taking a moment she smiled, "Hi, great timing. I'm sorry, I don't remember your name..." Emma flashed a smile as she admired the leather coat. "This is Martin and have you met Ashley?" Emma asked before she realized they were the same clan so they probably knew each other. "Martin needs our help and it may connect with some issues I had been looking into. Perhaps we should go somewhere to talk? Martin, is there a place we can get some privacy?"