Thread: The trip :Atten Emma

Emma enters the bar and nods to the bartender. Walking briskly through the crowds she locates Jano and smiles at him. "Is this seat taken?" the leggy red-head brujah asks.

Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, her hair worn loose and long, she appears ready for a night out bar hopping more than prepared to defend a Camarilla domain as it's deputy sheriff.

Assuming he doesn't object she will sit down with him. "I'm sorry I couldn't meet with you sooner Jano, you don't mind if I call you that do you? I didn't think this was really an appropriate location for titles."

Jano nods politely. He is wearing old warn leather cowboy boots under lose fit jeans and a rather plane button up shirt with many of the buttons left undone. His Long hair is pulled back neatly his jacket sets over his shoulder. He is something strait out of a Fashion Magazine.

"It's understandable, a woman of your authority and class has many things to take up your limited time." Jano speaks slow and soft, but is some how easily heard over the ambient noise.

"If it pleases you address me as you like in your, home?" The question is put forth out of respect as he wishes to be welcome first and foremost.

With the assumption that he is welcome he goes on to say, "I would normally never be so forward to an Authority as yours, I mentioned before I need to speak to you pertaining to Maters that fall under my Authority; May we speak privately?"

Jano's eyes are now grim, his Voice almost harmonizes in a way that would unnerve any Innocent Kine.

Emma presses her lips in a tight line, there is only a moment of hesitation, "Of course." She says softly. Rising from her seat she says, "Follow me and please forgive anything you're about to hear, I assure you that you haven't imposed upon me despite what it may appear."

Emma leads Jano down to the bar and she motions for him to stand just a bit away from the bar itself as she goes to talk to the big irish guy behind the bar wearing the "Sluggers" polo shirt and a pristine white apron.

She glances to Jano once or twice as she talks in hushed tones to the man, the man who seems slightly annoyed with Emma and apparently is speaking gruffly to her. She appears a little 'put in place' but eventually waves you over to the end of the bar.

"Jano, this is Quinn O'Brien... the owner of Slugger's."

Quinn looks Jano over slowly and then extends his hand to him. "Nice to meet you Jano. Emma here says you need to use my office for a little chat. You're welcome to do so this time but understand I don't make a habit of loaning out the space. Just wanted to make sure we were clear."

Emma shifts uncomfortably and the bartender hands her the keys to the office. "Thanks."

"You owe me." He points a finger at her but smiles with a warmth that only someone who is picking on you because they love you can have.

Emma rolls her eyes as she turns her back on him and walks to the door, "Sorry about that," she says softly. Unlocking the door she enters a very busy room. There are a lot of items in here, a desk and chair and computer like you might expect but also a comfy recliner that someone might sleep in if the need arose, several wooden kegs untapped, a couch, file cabinets, a baseball bat and signed baseballs as well as sports memorabilia photo graphs.

Perhaps the most telling things in the room are family photos... in them you can see Emma at various stages of her life. The oldest photos, depicting her as a child at play, are clearly from the 1950s or so. The newest ones aren't much older than that and they show the kindred before you in a much happier time, playing with a little boy with dark hair and similar green eyes to her own.

Emma pays the pictures no mind, as if she's seen them all before and doesn't think they matter or perhaps she simply does not wish to dwell on them. She finds a seat on the couch and says, "This room is secure to speak freely in." Jano will note that he can not hear the bar outside once the heavy office door shuts.

"How can I help you and the Camarilla tonight?"

Jano walks to the memorabilia and surveys he stops directly in front of the pictures of the younger more alive Emma, his back to Emma, he talks with a Leadership like quality he has never shown in the city.

"I Came here to begin a hunt, to find a fallen comrade, to seek out what lead to his desertion and who still aids him. Rumors are now confirmed that he is south, and near the wake of a Demon! I will not let this stand. Someone of your rank and Status I will trust because that is the way of the Camarilla, for that I will chose to trust you without question."

Jano turns to face her, "There is always a War to be fought but this battle is more important. I do not care for glory or riches, But The Council has given me this and I will carry it out, Take me to Brazil and I will fight for The Camarilla, I will fight by your side. I will bring the Fire of my Gypsy Heart," With that his eyes burst into flames.

"but you must swearer to keep me a secret until we strike, Only those in Direct command need know I will be anything more then a servant to you. do you understand?" If Emma agrees the fire in his eyes dissipates and he changes to look as a different person, now a shaved head leather Jacket Biker in combat boots. His voice slightly more shrill and lower not at all pleasant. Jano takes a bow, "Now what's I's ya call me Boss?" said with a lower east Boston accent.

Emma smirks. "A cunning plan and I can't tell you how much I appreciate your faith in me but, I fear I will not be in Brazil to take orders from."

"You see, His Grace Passeck does not want his agents going into Justicar Morgan's turf even for good reasons such as these. The politics of the last clash between their Graces of Gangrel and Brujah clans was pretty hot and so he's not looking for a repeat performance. You, however, have the ability to go where you are needed and you are very much needed in Brazil, I should think."

Emma sits on the edge of Quinn's desk. "After the results of the last big battle that most of these people fought however, being that it was a Ravnos who sold his soul and became a diablerist of the injured during the chaos, it may be best that you don't reveal who you are except to the leadership. In this case Ben Walker and or Constantino. They are the battle leaders you need to be concerned with as far as I can see and Mr. Walker also has connections with the upper escheons of Camarilla society so he will understand your need for silence, I'm sure."

"Would you like me to set up a meeting for you with the Sheriff? You could probably continue your ruse of being a servant but work for him instead of me. Certainly it would give you the same protection. Or..." She rubs her chin. "Or maybe you could go in claiming to be working for my interests... and in exchange for my help in your ruse you could do some work for me while you're there?" Emma arches an eyebrow.

"Sur Thing Sweets, You's tell me where ta go An I'll crack'em skulls."

The young man walks to the Door, "Call me "Chaz", less you got a betta name? This is Gonna be Wicked Awsome."

Strangly even his body launguage and stance has changed.

"So, you comen?" Chaz holds the door handle waiting for Emma to stand,

"O, and I do you this Fav, you Watch Lenore for me make her Safe"

He then spits blood into his hand, "Deal?"

Emma blushes as he says 'sweets.'

"Yea Chaz, you keep a spare eye on keeping mine safe and I got yours ...and we got a deal. I'll keep Lenore under my watchful gaze if you make an effort to throw some help Constantino's way should he need it."

Pausing at the door she asks, "I don't suppose Lenore knows how to change a diaper, does she?"

With that she'll go through the door and head out with Chaz to let the team leaders know they got another hand to help in the fight.