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Michael looks between David and Ezekiel:
"Unless it's a mystical calling? In any case, bait seems to be the best option: we can even have one of us infiltrate the cult with the promise of an artefact - this will make the whole thing that much easier".
A sketch would be great but the Gangrel has severe doubts about someone letting others make replicas of their sources of power. Not like he'd let people sketch his fangs.
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There was a pause. Ezekiel's eyes fell on David with their full weight, far heavier than his comparatively youthful looks would have suggested. Apparently satisfied, he dug once more into his bag and withdrew the medallion by its chain. It hung, suspended, in the air - heavy and absorbing the light.
With a jerk of his wrist, Smith tossed the medallion across the bed to where the Kindred stood. His eyes never left David's face.
Deeply inhaling, David takes a pad of paper from the nightstand and a pen and begins to sketch the medallion. The one thing he did search out in particular, are the bits of ur-writing that seems to be the honey for the Society's flies. The Shadow's mournful features are written in concentration as he works quickly and quietly.
In another time, another place, David could have been the High Priest for those who will enter Osiris' realm. That sort of reverence is written in every pen stroke the Mortician makes on the pad.
Finished, the pad is scurried away into David's satchel and the medallion offered back to Ezekiel. “Hopefully, I can falsify one that might allow one of us entry, unmolested.”
A glance to Rina and Michael, silently asks if they have anything else to say.
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Anything left to say with this thread? Or shall we bring it into continuity as its been going for a while?
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Good here
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Eyes still on David, Ezekiel retrieved the medallion.
"Perhaps that would work. I will be staying here for a short while but my plans are to move on. I have lost too much - again! - at the hands of Ehtar and his ilk. If you wish to involve yourself in this affair, that is your business."
He was already stashing the object away within his bag. With nothing left to say and little else to talk about, the mysterious man politely ushered the Kindred out of his room.
At least the Dragon's now had some reliable information on their new rival.
And we shall close the scene here. Good scene
(Invisible Hands) Puzzle Pieces
(Invisible Hands) The Human Game
(Invisible Hands) Hunting for clues
(Invisible Hands) Grasp
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