Crooked Coin Toss
12th of January 2007 A.D.
After a brief investigation, that to their credit involves taking water and soil samples the pair of vampires get back in their faux-van and drive right around. Fortunately between the quaint narrow roads and cul-de-sacs of Henderson and some pretty cautious driving on their part you can easily jog along, letting the wind carry away tiredness with every breath taken. The monster mobile leads you out of the neighbourhood altogether, up towards Vegas proper on paths that had not known the scrutiny of any homeowners' association. It's commercial yes, but in a way far more raw and perilous than the hansom little boutiques with flowers in the front greeting the customer. Chain-link fences rattle in the evening air and streetlights blink like like the eyes like the failing gaze of some nocturnal predator once, great now overcome with age. The gang-signs scribbled on peeling plaster range from a skull dripping blood, a stabbed heart gushing blood to a minimalist artist who just went with a red blood-drop crowned with a saint's halo.
A handful of buildings sport forlorn 'for sale' signs hanging of rusted hinges, empty windows peering out onto the street like the eyeless sockets of a corpse, but for the most part this section of Foremont is a clearing house for the moribund rather than the already dead, casinos and bars whose once imperial or plush colour schemes might have been the height of fashion ninety years ago, but now look as tacky as they are threadbare, not that the people on this street are likely to complain. The glassy stare of folk who cannot quite believe how ill their fortunes had turned, the shamed walk of those with too much of a burden on their souls to lift their eyes from the pitted pavement, the ones wearing long sleeves despite the heat.
It's a fire sale on lost souls and unsurprisingly the trio you are following are driving right to the the beacon at the centre of it all. A neon sign in gold and purple reads 'ky Penny'. You'd have to be a fool to come close enough read the whole thing 'Lucky Penny'. You'd have to be desperate to believe it.
The van pulls over to what seems to be a familiar parking spot as a dark haired man in ripped jeans and a studded jacket comes out to greet the occupants. You aren't the least surprised to spy the shimmering silver veins of a White Court Vampire shot through his aura, this is prime feeding ground for Skavis and Malvora both, odds are the Raiths would not go hungry either, what is strange is the rest of his aura swirls grey and brown, as bitter and self-loathing as any of the clients blown here by winds of mischance.
"I see you still have your head attached, call can't have been that bad eh?" he calls to the driver, his tone making it clear he rather regrets the fact.
The only answer is a growl, low in the throat before the other blood brother answers. "Stow it Mutt. Is the Sniffer in?"
"Upstairs, he's with a customer." At the mention of the word 'Sniffer' thin lines of red flare to life across his aura, anger once white hot now all but spent.
"Well jack him out of the customer then, boss said he needs a read on this shit pronto," the talkative vampire says.
"I don't get paid to jack Sniffer," the one that had called Mutt sneers. "Go fetch him yourself."
"You get
paid Mutt?" the driver cuts in with feigned surprise. "Always figured this was the only doorway in town you can darken without getting chased out."
The incubus' eyes flash silver, but he doesn't make a move.
One of the Red Court would be hard enough to deal with for most of his kind, never mind a pair. He spits on the ground, causing the fake van to shift restively on its wheels, though he pays it no mind, turning instead on his heel back to the Lucky Penny to grab a smoke.
Perhaps not wishing to test if he'd be more willing to test them one at a time the pair of reds enter the casino together to look for whoever 'Sniffer' is.
What do you do?
[] Try to commune with the glamoured beast
[] Approach 'Mutt', a dissatisfied person is often a good source
[] Wait to find out who Sniffer is
[] Go inside, learn more about this place
[] You've seen enough, go to the abandoned building across the way to bring the others in
[] Write in
OOC: Welp you've been here about twenty minutes and you are already in the seedy part of town.