One Shadow to Another
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Having a moment to take a metaphorical breath was perfection. Nell knew only what she managed to gather herself about the Domain in Sacramento, which wasn't much. Just who she needs to get into contact with if she wanted Acknowledgment, and to be able to live in the city legally, which is why getting into contact with David Regan is her number one priority.
Nell lets the phone ring knowing that the Mekhet Priscus is a busy man, and if he is unable to answer she can always leave a message.
Mary Jane is a client. Breast cancer took her and David has just finished applying a sort of death mask to her face, made up of make-up and gloss. She looks alive and that's the point. Covering her again with her white-shroud, his phone chimes. It isn't the familiar sound of Ava's ring-tone or even Vivian's but it is the normal sound of a number, not yet known that will be.
“Good evening?” A pastoral, mid-western accent replies after accepting the call.
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When Nell hears the mid-western accent interrupting the monotonous tone as she waited, it leaves her mentally flatfooted for the length of a remembered echo of her once perpetually beating heart.
She'd honestly thought that the Mekhet Priscus' time would be taken by someone more important, she'd already began thinking of what message she would leave on his voicemail.
"Ah, evening." she sputters out, her voice is low, and carries a slightly raspy quality, "I've just arrived in the city, and the information I've acquired tells that I should begin with contacting you and set up a meeting?" Nell thinks that the use of her more formal language will be looked favorably and hopefully that impression would carry over for when they met face to face.
David asks himself what he can learn from the sound of the voice on the other end. He examines it holistically from the slight raspy quality to the surprise. Though Nell can't see it, David furrows his brow as he turns over not what the voice says, but what the delivery tells him. It tells him that, perhaps, the tide is coming in for the Family.
“Welcome,” David says in softly-spoken reply. “You're right. Would you be willing to meet me at the Nox Populi? You'll want the back-entrance.”
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Nell's fingers are already flying over her keyboard before the soft-spoken man on the other end finishes his question. A quick google search later she finds the nightclub? Hmm.
"The Nox Populi?" Nell repeats making sure she has the correct location pulled up on her screen. "Yes, that would be perfect, I'll be sure to use the back entrance." then she hesitates for a moment before asking, "Tonight?" still mostly convinced that the Priscus would have better things to do.
“Tonight.” The repetition is more confirmation to Nell's question than anything else. “You'll be going downstairs,” David further tells her, hoping that the added bit of knowledge won't get her turned around. The flashing lights and swirling colors of the Above are distracting enough.
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Nell blinks a little dumbly, was vetting her important enough for the Mekhet Priscus to make time for?
"Okay, tonight, the Nox Populi, back-entrance, down the stairs." Nell repeats, because that seemed to be the theme of the night.
Do you want to make the Acknowledgement thread or should I?
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