After grabbing a bite on the way...
Though it is only five or so blocks away, Konrad has had his plate full this evening and is unable to get to Edwin's location any sooner. He reaches the park at Parker House & Palmer, standing under a lamp post as he looks around for signs of the Lord. He doesn't have much detail to go by as to why Edwin wants to meet up with him, but to secure an ally Konrad could be bothered to head out of his way to find out.Roll n' Stuff
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Juan glanced about the neighborhood. "Glad to hear it. Thank you so much." A sinister smirk slowly made an appearance, "With you and him, it should be a good enough vibe that says "Don't fuck with us."
The Daeva nodded slowly. Mentally, he was preparing "opening statements." The right choice of words might persuade this cult leader. "There's a possibility that this man could be way beyond garden variety megalomaniac. Worst case scenario, he's a true believer. Rational speech invariably falls on deaf ears."
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Edwin shook his head. "I don't believe he's a true believer at. I think he's not far removed from us." The Lord made eye contact with Cordoba, raising an eyebrow. "A cult of his own, if you catch my drift."
The thug looked around, keeping an eye out for Roth or anyone else that looked suspicious.
After a bit of poking around the area, Konrad finds an apartment building that matches the address he received from Edwin. Beside a pair of vehicles parked outside he found the familiar figures of Edwin and Juan. Konrad jogs over the remaining distance to earshot. "Hey, Edwin. Sorry it took me so long to get over here. Cordoba? Didn't know you'd be here. What're you guys up to?" The Savage is dressed in his long leather jacket and worn sneakers that tread lightly in his approach. He exudes an unremarkable presence with his usual scruffy appearance. He emits no Blush of Life just yet since it's late at night and he hasn't planned to associate with any Kine.
"Glad to see you," the Daeva replied with sincerity. "I had to keep an on eye on this rugged gentleman here," Juan gave a teasing grin to Edwin, "Had to keep this young man out of trouble."
Looking back to Konrad, "In all seriousness, I don't know how much you know." He leaned in to whisper, "Long story short, got ourselves a death cult here. Middle aged male suspected leader. Bunch of teenage peons. Shoddy ritual daggers and dead hobos."
Cordoba glanced to Bridges, giving credit where it was due, "He brought up a good point. We might have something of an...undocumented resident with an exotic appetite."
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Edwin grinned as Konrad joined them, offering the Savage a fistbump. Surely he wouldn't leave him hanging. "Don't worry about it, man. Just glad you cold make it."
Nodding along with Cordoba's description of the events, Edwin quickly added. "Not sure exactly if there will be much resistance but three ain't a crowd when it comes to shit like this. Also, Redfill put us onto it, so it's kinda important. Don't wanna leave without the job done."
He knew these men better now, more so with Edwin, though his Beast still complains at being ignored in the company of predator and rival. Nonetheless, Konrad endures the friendly fist-bump with a smirk. "Redfill, huh?" repeats Konrad thoughtfully as he takes in and processes what they've told him. If he remembers correctly, Redfill is the Regent for Florin, though he hasn't met the guy. From what else he is being told it sounds like a squatting Kindred might be behind the activity. That makes this interesting.
Konrad chuckles deeply. "So you need manpower, eh? Just to give you a heads up, I'm not all that much of a fighter, not that I'm any stranger to it either. But I'm willing to help you guys out, if only to get on Redfill's good side. Have you guys scoped out the building yet, any idea what floor they're in or if they've got the whole place to themselves?" Information, time for collection. When it came to risks, Konrad isn't going to take any he can avoid, so their approach would alter whether it is in their favor.
While that's being said, Kornad eyes the apartment building more warily now, looking across the windows for activity and for a fire escape as an alternate route.
"I'm not much of a alborotador either." Juan shook his head. "We didn't have much a chance to do some in-depth investigation on the site. We just arrived and were hashing out a plan. Bridges asked if I'd be the spokesman. Then he made the wise decision to gave you a ring."
He glanced at the building, "Since we have no intel, front door might be best for dealing with these folks. Sneaking in through the back door may cause more trouble than its worth."
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"See, this is what we need you for, man," Edwin chuckled at the idea of investigation. The Lord wasn't one for planning shit like that. "You good at scoping out a joint?"
He looked towards Cordoba, offering a nod. "I agree but if Konrad can find another way in, then at least we have a point of exit or entrance if needed."
"I'd like to think so," replies Konrad, rubbing his fingers across his cheek and chin thoughtfully. "Unless you guys are in a hurry. I might be quicker just to knock on the door an ask outright. Your call. We could do a quick walk around the perimeter, check for open doors or windows and then head back to the front. Either way, I'd say we stick together so none of us get jumped."
Edwin seems alright with the idea, so it is just Juan he has to convince. There's no telling if the cult members would stand and fight or bolt out some back door. The leader would be the guy they'd want to catch, so knowing the ins and outs would help them corner the guy.
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