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"Who wouldn't?" Silent speaks, and both give Twist a long, appraising look, and then Victoria. There's a long moment of silence as they try to decide how serious Twist is, and what's going to happen next.
Loq shifts slightly.
"We could throw a party, you know..."
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Victoria laughed as the man asked if they were police.
"When's the last time you saw a pair of women like us on the police force?" She finished with a smile mirroring Twist's flirtatious nature.
She turned to Twist and playfully replied, "Oh, sweetie you remember David Koresh. That dangerous and crazy cultist years back. Had a bunch of followers, said he was a messiah figure, and him and his followers died in an FBI raid in Waco, Texas."
She turned to the two men once again and spoke. "That makes it even more important that we find these people. We promised someone that we would try and find a friend of theirs that has ties to this group. They could be in danger. It would mean a lot to us if you could help us find these people."
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And interesting, and disturbing, development. On the surface, it was MacAntaghee dealing with a cult. But Wilhelm never assumed that there was nothing more to a situation than what was obvious. And ultimately, it was an agent of the Brood dealing with a cult. The Brood dealing with a cult whose leader, despite apparently being looked down upon by the vast majority of his peers, seemed to be establishing a fanatical following. Was it any stretch at all to assume that the Disciplines of Brood Vampires might be behind it?
It certainly seemed to be an avenue that should be pursued, even after MacAntaghee was dealt with.
His gaze shifted back to the two young men, not missing the subtext of that last statement. How insistent would they be? It seemed unlikely that they would be able to provide much more information, so the question was how insistent they'd be when it came to enjoying the company of the two women. He hoped they would be easily dissuaded, as he was certainly itching to move onto a portion of the hunt where he would hopefully be able to take a more proactive role.
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Victoria's statement and question seemed to have decided the moment. A look passes between the two youths as if in commiseration -- no winning lottery tickets today. Silent goes back to 'shuffling' the dominoes, shaking his head at Victoria's question. Loquacious affirms his partner's silent decline, "Naw. Not our business."
Hands reach out, with a practiced ease, and pick up tiles; five in one hand, four in the other. A slight slouch is sullen body language in response to being teased.
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Victoria smiled sweetly as the man blew them off and went back to his game. "I'm sorry I think we got off on the wrong foot here. Lets try that again."
She placed her hands on the edge of the table and leaned forward looking aluringly into the man's eyes. When he looked up at her she continued looking directly into his eyes.
"You really want to tell us where we can find Mr Holland and his group. So just cooperateand we'll be on our way...ok sweetie?"
Dominate roll. Boo ya!
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There's a pause as Loquacious' brain tries to sort out what he knows for the pretty lady. "Holland's at the hospital... someone kicked his ass. His, uh, group... I'm not sure where they hang but I've heard it's out by the Wildlife Bypass for their tree-hugging in moonlight..." He frowns slightly, disappointed he doesn't have more definitive information for the busy lady.
Silent's brows furrow slightly, and he looks between Loquacious and Victoria, but doesn't say anything. It's not like his friend to backtrack once his mind's made up but maybe he's trying to keep the door open in case they see them again.
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Presence
Striking Looks
Twist pouts as Victoria hints at having to chase down their 'friend' instead of going to a new party. "But I only wanted to party- I don't care about him," she muttered under her breath at the table.
As Victoria got the answer she was looking for, Twist stood from the table and neatly returned the chair to it's original position. Seeking to draw Silent's attention from Victoria's work she leaned over and lightly kissed his cheek and pulled back just enough so that if he turned to look he would be looking at a very close up of her face, "Sorry- maybe next time ya?"
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Silent blushes slightly, and ducks his head, then looks -- not at Twist, but at Loq; this time, he's the winner.
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Scene Ends, with the ladies leaving to discuss options with Wilhelm.
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