Thread: Into the Underground (atn: Izabella - ic: last week)

OOC - No worries, Dee

She watches and steps only here he steps. When he tells her to wait she does.

"Yes, I never did think that I would be looking forward to this. No offense to you Sir."

She smiles and watches her foot steps.

"None taken, My Dear. Only one other woman have I ever known, who wasn't a nosferatu, ever was eager to come down here and these nights... she hasn't either so you can't be faulted."

Calhoun stops outside of a large steel door with a wheel on the front of it which he uses great strength to turn and then pull open. There is a noise which sounds like a seal breaking, air escapes and the smell is clean with a hint of old paper and lily of the valleys.

The room is decorated in Victorian era furniture, a large solid oak desk covered in papers and parchment sits on the left wall and a massive bedroom set complete with heavy velvet drapes to the right. Beautiful busts and works of art liter the corners in a 'hapless' sort of manner but somehow the room doesn't feel messy... but artistically chaotic. It's classic beauty surely enough to entrance a toreador for nights on end.

The rest of the walls are filled with books of all kinds going up two stories and requiring a ladder to reach. From somewhere not seen you can hear classical music being piped in.

"It is good to see this room filled with a beautiful face again." he sounds very sad as he says this. "If I can be of any help at all Izabella... don't hesitate to call upon me, I'm your humble servant." He forces the smallest smile for her that doesn't touch his very sorrowful eyes and then he leaves.

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She nods, and steps into the room. She seems that this room has caused him some pain maybe a little sorrow. She turns to face him, the color of her cheeks are as red as a rose. She moves her hand to place on his cheek.

"You are a very soft and caring man. I can see that this room has a memory of a strong feeling. It is these types of feelings and memories that keep us archored with the fact that we were once mortal and if you hold on to that, it will serve you in a good way. Should you wish to talk about, I am a very good listener."

She smiles again.

"When I need to leave I can just go out this way or is there another?"

Calhoun swallows, flinching ever so slightly at her touch... as if the hasn't been touched that way often in some time. "Through the curtain over there... there is a stairwell that takes you up to the old train station. It's gangrel territory but they have given my guests leave to pass through unharmed. You should be able to call for a cab there... come and go as you like."

Calhoun steps back. "Thank you." He says with no further explanation and bows slightly. "If you need of me... tap on that pipe there." He points to a pipe running along the wall just in front of the book shelves. "I'll come."

With that, Calhoun leaves. As soon as he's gone Izabella will hear the sounds of something scurrying under the bed. At first she can almost be certain it may be a large rat but what comes out isn't a rat at all, instead this little girl comes bounding out playfully (http://www.cotonjewels.com/files/coton-jewels-puppy.jpg) She yips happily and her tail wags. She's so tiny that you know she couldn't leap on any furniture without help and with closer examination it's clear she must sleep on the rug near the bed.

She smiles as the door shuts, and turns around to see what the noise is.

~Izabella walks over to the steam pipe that Calhoun pointed out to her and she knocks on it. Again the puppy is right on her heels~

"Sweetie, you are going to get stepped on."

~She walks back over to the desk and looks at the drawing she found in the book.~

Calhoun enters the room almost immediatley. "Ms. Black? Is there something I can help you with?"

She nods

"Yes, Mr, Calhoun. I wanted to show you this symbol I found."

She picks up the drawing of the monocle.

"Do you know what this is? "

She smiles and then looks to the puppy.

"Oh, what is this is lady's name? She is a cutie."

Calhoun looks down to the dog and thinks a moment before he responds. "She doesn't have a name. I bought her for the woman who use to stay here from time to time and, shortly after, she had to leave the city." He shakes his head, as if to say it doesn't matter to him.

"If you'd like to name her, I suppose it's long over due. No one should go through their life without a name. Doesn't seem right. Now... let's see this mark of yours." He walks away from the dog, seeming to forget about it's presence as he looks at the page.

"Ah, yes, that. It is the mark that was on the, now, infamous monocle. I believe the item is in the hands of the man known to us as "M" but at one time it was greatly coveted by several people of several different clans who all had dreams about it."

"I was lucky enough to happen upon someone who believed that it was a makers mark though he couldn't give me details as to whose maker's mark it was. The apple and the triangle are rather common images so... despite my best efforts I haven't come up with a name... yet. I have, however, discovered other objects bearing the mark... most of them actually are metal and not all of them weapons or armor. Amazingly enough, one item is an iron pot that is in the Smithsonian Institute in Washington, D.C. Our clan got me the lead on that one... it's in a display of Dark Ages British Isles items. So... whoever made it, they once lived in Dark Ages Britian or Scotland or Ireland I suppose."

"What drew your eye to this item, if I may ask?"