A city that never sleeps
The world isn't as it seems, and New Yorkers certainly know that well. While the element Asterium is not widely understood, those in the city's underground know better. For millenia, humans have known of this energy. They called those born with it in their bones changelings and mutants. Legends have told of werewolves and vampires for centuries. Those who can harness it became witches and warlocks. All they know now is that some things are better kept secret, and where else can you hide a secret better than New York City?
NEW YORK TIMES
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CURRENT PLOT
We are currently starting up, and trialing some of the groups right now! There will be an upcoming plot in regards to some city shenanigans soon, but for now, we're simply fixing up the kinks and establishing roles/groups/characters. Feel free to join us! The community and the lore is still being built, and we're always open to new suggestions.
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Why do you want to take my memories away? [nom]
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Post by smith on Jul 21, 2020 4:30:09 GMT
Tucker Phelps
@the Main Room of Desire Lounge
The previous night had been increasingly boring. Tucker went to bed sober and next to no one, not even bothering with the basement. It had been a Monday night. The club’s dullest night of the week. Most people didn’t want to go party and drink all night when they had to get up for work the next morning. But no matter, the demon got out of bed just before dawn. He didn’t care for much but he always liked to dress nice after an uneventful night. Tucker slipped into a designer navy suit that was tailored to perfect fit his body.
In the main room of the club it was mostly empty. There were just a few passed out stragglers on the couches. Many of the stoners liked to get high out of their minds at the club and would nod off, not realizing their mistake till the morning. Tucker made his way to the bar where he’d be greeted to a bowl of cereal. He had staff working 24/7, mostly just to benefit himself. It wasn’t the best time of day to work because the tips were shitty, but no one ever complained because Tucker allowed them to be on their phones or do whatever they wanted while they sat there.
The demon would calmly eat his cereal, having absolutely nothing on his mind.
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nom_de_plume
Member
She / Her
GMT-5
Always_Player_2#9104
I know a trick to make a man's colors show / If he sees something he wants, tell him no
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Post by nom_de_plume on Jul 21, 2020 7:49:45 GMT
The sun was just rising over the city, but already its fragile rays made Eliza's skin crawl. She had a silk scarf wrapped around her hair and neck, looking more like a classic movie star than a modern businesswoman. Her most recent client had requested a particularly tricky piece, but she'd finally swung it. After days on the dark web, digitally thumbing through terabytes of data, she'd finally found a forum where someone had mentioned seeing the relic she was after in the basement level of some local club.
She'd never heard of the club, so it couldn't be too special, but she reconsidered her perception when she walked up. She didn't have much time to look at its exterior with the sun biting at her heels, so she quickly ducked inside, careful not to touch anything too much lest she find some sticky remnant of the previous night's revels.
She was surprised to find a staff inside - she'd honestly been expecting to have to knock and request an audience with the owner, but it seemed like he must already be at work. She saw people slouched down on the couches, deep in oblivion, and wished for a moment she could take just one little sip. Shaking her head, she focused on the person behind the bar, ignoring the partier from the night prior sitting at the bar and...eating cereal?
"Pardon me," she called, her French accent clear in the way she shaped her vowels. "I need to speak with the proprietor of this establishment. We have business to discuss. Please fetch him for me post haste. Ah, but before you go dear, please pour me up a mimosa. I've got quite an itch for one this morning." Truth be told, she'd be happier if the drink was tinted pink with a little fresh blood, but she'd take what she could get at the moment.
She looked down her nose at the bartender, hoping she wouldn't have to go through the song and dance she often had to at bars. Getting turned at 19 wasn't as troublesome back in the day, but now that humans had established drinking laws it seemed like all she ever did was get carded at bars. It was truly exhausting to resist the urge to reveal her true age and watch their expressions shift.
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Jul 21, 2020 18:22:46 GMT
Post by smith on Jul 21, 2020 18:22:46 GMT
Tucker Phelps @the Main Room of Desire Lounge
Tucker watched as the woman walked into the building. She certainly didn’t fit in with the rest of the patrons of the club. She dressed too prim and proper, everything on her body covered. Too much left to the imagination. He imagined she was a city official looking to criticize the club, it had a poor reputation among the people who hated fun, but they always turned a blind eye because the club was a great source of income for the city.
As she sat down at the bar he realized that she assumed he was a bartender. It made sense since whoever was working the morning shift had left his cereal and then disappeared. After taking a bite of his cereal he’d listen to her demands to see the owner of the establishment. He thought about messing with her for a little while but truth be told he wanted to hear her business so he could determine if it was time for her to leave or not.
The demon placed a glass in front of her and then reached into the little fridge under the bar to pull out a container of orange juice. With his other hand he reached behind him and grabbed a glass of a nice champagne. Without saying a word he’d place them down in front of her. “Mix to your liking my dear. As for fetching the owner, it would be pretty pointless to go grab myself wouldn’t it?”
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nom_de_plume
Member
She / Her
GMT-5
Always_Player_2#9104
I know a trick to make a man's colors show / If he sees something he wants, tell him no
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Post by nom_de_plume on Jul 22, 2020 4:17:36 GMT
Her expression grew stormy when he so impudently ordered her to mix her own drink, only to blink in momentary confusion. After resolving the information in her mind, she glared at him. "There was no need to be so insolent," she said, her words flowing from her tongue with a decidedly thicker French accent as her anger grew clear. "I am Eliza Dufaux, and I'm working on behalf of the Lambert Family in order to requisition a particular relic I discovered was stored at this location. I needed to speak with the owner - you, I suppose - in order to come to an understanding about what it would take to relieve you of the object."
She produced a matte black business card with her name, professional title of ANTIQUES COLLECTOR on it, and her cell number. "I take it you are Tucker Phelps, the owner of this club?" Despite the insult taken at being told to mix her own drink, she reached out and poured herself a mimosa with a practiced hand, taking a sip before adding a dash more champagne. "I trust we can come to a mutually beneficial agreement."
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Post by smith on Jul 22, 2020 6:00:24 GMT
Tucker Phelps @the Main Room of Desire Lounge
Definitely a buzzkill. He’d note to himself as the woman did not appreciate his gesture of free drinks at the price of just having to pour it herself. A french antique collector, that’s interesting. Especially since she was talking about something in his collection. He wondered who let the word spread, he always tried to be discrete and hated when people tried to unravel his discrepancies for him.
“Was I that easy to figure out?” He’d grin at her knowing he didn’t try too hard to deceive her of his ownership of the club. Tucker watched as the girl ended up pouring her own drink. Even though she put up a big fuss about the drink, he assumed she was still a woman who would work around inconveniences to get what she wanted. And depending on what she wanted from Tucker, they would be many.
“What is it that you’re looking for? And you better have something amazing to offer, money isn’t very good here.”
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nom_de_plume
Member
She / Her
GMT-5
Always_Player_2#9104
I know a trick to make a man's colors show / If he sees something he wants, tell him no
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Post by nom_de_plume on Jul 22, 2020 6:16:21 GMT
Eliza watched him with a critical eye as he just accepted her weeks-long investigation into who owned the nightclub that had no owner on any public documents. So she must have gotten right, or he didn't see a reason to correct her. Interesting. She drummed her fingers on the counter, her manicured nails making a satisfying click with every strike. She took a long sip of her drink, holding Tucker's gaze, before sitting it down.
"I have the entire wealth and holdings of the Lambert family at my disposal. I'm sure if you name a price, we can come to an understanding, Monsieur. They have a particular interest in the Robe of St. Francis, and I've come to understand that you currently possess this artifact. If I'm not mistaken?" It was clear that she didn't think she was.
She pulled out her cellphone and rapidly sent off a text, the tell-tale swish breaking the silence. "I've just alerted the family to your statement and..." She glanced down at the phone as a ping indicated an incoming text. "...I have been given the okay to negotiate on their behalf with their entire wealth at my disposal. Now, Monsieur Phelps, let's make a deal."
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Post by smith on Jul 22, 2020 7:02:43 GMT
Tucker Phelps @the Main Room of Desire Lounge
The boring lady seemed to almost just ignore what he was saying. He didn’t want money. And he didn’t like to part with objects that brought back memories. Things like money had little to no value to him. Being over 6000 years old meant that his memory was pretty shot, he kept relics of his old adventures to remind himself of the experiences. The Robe of Saint Francis was no different.
“I have it, but let me reiterate my previous point. Money is useless to me. I will hear you out if you have other things to offer, but if not, I’m gonna have to deny your offer. See that robe was given to me personally, so not to say it’s value is priceless, but it’s going to take more than money.” He didn’t know exactly what he was looking for out of this woman, but he was willing to see what he could get out of her. He wanted to see how desperate she was it get it for her bosses.
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nom_de_plume
Member
She / Her
GMT-5
Always_Player_2#9104
I know a trick to make a man's colors show / If he sees something he wants, tell him no
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Post by nom_de_plume on Jul 25, 2020 7:03:07 GMT
"I'm neither deaf nor stupid, Tucker Phelps," said Eliza, her accent slipping thicker as her annoyance rose. "When I said I have their wealth at my disposal, that does not only mean their liquid wealth, but their land, belongings, and family heirlooms." She finished her drink as they spoke and slid the glass across the bar when she was done. "Now, I don't care that your father's father's father might have passed this robe down to you. No one can say no to the wealth and power of the Lambert family, not when all is said and done."
Being an immortal, Eliza had little need of relics from bygone times, preferring instead to live in the moment. She'd seen too many old vampires go mad after reminiscing about the past for too long. This man looked young, and likely had little exposure to what true, gratuitous wealth and political power could do for someone. He couldn't be any more difficult to convince than any other spoiled brats living off their parent's money.
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Post by smith on Jul 30, 2020 4:30:32 GMT
Tucker Phelps @the Main Room of Desire Lounge
Fuck this girl had an attitude. Tucker thought to himself. He was a little annoyed at his tone but part of him was also impressed. So many were instantly drawn into him upon meeting, and it took a strong will for her to still act like this.
“You continue not to listen my dear. I said it was given to me personally, by Giovanni, or rather Saint Franics.” His eyes would look her body up and down. “But I am willing to hear your offers.” He’d issue the challenge to impress him with something he wanted.
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nom_de_plume
Member
She / Her
GMT-5
Always_Player_2#9104
I know a trick to make a man's colors show / If he sees something he wants, tell him no
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Post by nom_de_plume on Aug 3, 2020 21:14:16 GMT
It was given to my personally. Eliza stiffened slightly, realization dawning on her. Though she wasn't quite able to figure out what this Tucker Phelps was, she knew he was not mortal, not in the usual way at least. He didn't look or act vampiric, and though she knew looks could be deceiving, she doubted his was one of her ilk. Then for him to be older than even her... some sort of demon? She'd run into a few in her lifetime, but had generally avoided them altogether. Now it looked like her job brought her face-to-face with one.
"I take it you're about as mortal as I am...is that correct?" Her eyebrow cocked up, apathetic curiosity lighting her expression. "You should have said so from the beginning and I'd have known not to try to tempt you with wealth. Let's see then..." She seemed to retreat into her mind, going through the catalog of items she'd been permitted to bargain with.
"I believe the Lambert family has a good number of Dead Sea scrolls in their possession they would be willing to part with," she said slowly, trying to recall what else there was. "Oh, yes, they also have a significant number of Botticelli paintings, all never previewed in a museum, of course. Does any of that strike your fancy?"
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