GM: Louis the chameleon
Players: Lilith
Synopsis: Lilith got a call from one of her employees which led her to drive into the warrens at night. Her car died in the middle of the warrens, not a good thing. This is how she got home.
Date: July 10, 2069
Lilith grunts as she clambers into the battered Jeep and heads out to the Warrens. She's in disguise, to a degree. No poly mask or anything, and she's still learning, but the plain fact is that it's doubtful anyone here would recognize her, even if they saw her again at the club. The madam is known for her fancy dress and aloof manner, this curly, dark haired girl in ratty jeans and a black tank top would need a good deal of comparison to come close.
The warrens are never a friendly looking place, no matter what the time of day may be. After dark they become a scene from the better class of nightmare. Dark alleys show nothing but alleys and the threat of death and dismemberment by unseen hands. Burnt out wrecks line the streets almost every block and eyes peer from darkened windows, watching and waiting for their prey.
Lilith wraps grimy gloves around the wheel of her stuttering rental. Less there to steal, which is the point, but this is the Warrens. The folks here'd strip rust for the remnant iron. She makes a face, muttering curses under her breath as she wheels around the wrecks. Wondering why the hell she's doing this.
You've been driving for a while, responding to a call from one of your girls. From what she said she ran into a bit of trouble here in the warrens, something about going to visit a friend and her car quitting on her in the middle of a particularly bad area… not that there are any really good areas of the warrens. The 'safe zone' of the city proper, where police will respond to a call for help, people on the street aren't in some random gang or looking for a piece of juicy white meat for whatever nefarious purposes, where there is safety, is a good half hour drive back when the engine on your rented jeep starts to sputter.
Lilith swears softly under her breath again, but otherwise gives no acknowledgement to the outside, watching world of her distress. She keeps her eyes peeled for the girl, idly thinking horrible, dire threats if this is a trick or an ambush.
In just a few minutes the sputtering goes from random pops and fart noises to a jerking, rattling ride not unlike trying to break in a wild bronco. Much further like this and it's going to be a serious problem, not just for the car but for your stomach as well.
Lilith snarls a bit, but takes a moment from the jerking mess to scan her immediate area for a clear spot to pull the car over. Where the fuck is that silly twit of a girl?
There's a spot, just between the smoking hulk of a wrecked ricer and the rusted junk that might have once upon a time been a stolen citymaster armored car. The good news is you can glide neatly into the nice wide space, the bad news is that you're going to have to. In bare moments the engine has gone from sputtering, to jerking, to dead complete with smoke pouring from under the hood.
Lilith sighs and lets the junkers rumble to a deadening stop between the two other wrecks. Fuck. She grips the wheel, sighs, and tries not to bang her head on the wheel. Fuckity fuck fuck shitehawk fuck.
The loud noises of a failing engine have almost certainly brought attention, afterall a failed engine means a broken down car, and a broken down car means plenty of parts and pieces and almost certainly a nice vulnerable, distracted, person ripe for the picking.
In fact, it's not long before movement can be seen on either side of the road. Though the predators are still keeping to the shadows, it likely won't be long before they realize it's a woman alone with no way out.
Lilith turns her head slowly side to side. She's not stupid. She might be a high class, well bred courtesan, but she's also survived the mean streets of London's East End. She's also somewhat pissed off and looking for a fight. With one easy movement she slides out of the vehicle, pose *mean* and unafraid. Something about the way she stretches her hands. She begins to move, grabbing a balaclava and sliding it over her face on her way out, heading to where the girl said she'd be.
Five more blocks. Just five blocks to the address the girl is supposed to be at. Anywhere else it's no problem. Here in the warrens? Five blocks could mean anything from ending up raped and left for dead to simply mugged and killed, but dead is very likely regardless. The movement in the alleys seems to have stopped, though it's hard to tell under these conditions whether that means they've decided to wait and leap from ambush or they've decided that the slayer walks the earth and she's a woman with a broken car.
Lilith hunches over slightly as she walks, muttering the kind of vile language that no one this side of the veil has any right to know. 5 gorram blocks. Fuckers. Fucking car. Hands continue to stretch as she marches, flicking her eyes back and forth, up, down, always moving, scanning, keeping aware of her surrondings, sidestepping obstacles, outright avoiding ones that might lead to a narrow ambush, using the shadows to her benefit.
Lilith doesn't slow in her walk, but she's very aware of her watchers. One ahead, two to the side. Well, fuck. On the one hand, there's only one ahead of her. On the other, there's two to the side that could come up behind her. Or, she could savagely, horribly murder the one in front badly enough that it wouldn't be a problem… and she's calmly and very aware of the fact she has no problem tearing a stalker to shreds. This is the Warrens. This is not time to play nice.
Lilith wriggles her fingers, and as she begins to move closer and faster the fella in front of her, 10 very, very sharp razors slide from her hands. Cold, cold steel, and from the faint, flickering purple-blue line that occaisonally appears on the edges, very very sharp as well.
Sure enough, the stranger in the alley ahead steps out in front when you're about 15 feet away. Just as he makes his move, the two on the other side of the street step out of their little hide-out and start walking briskly along the street towards you, splitting up to cover all three possible escape routes, the fourth being blocked neatly by the ferrocrete wall of an abandoned building.
"Hoi, what's a smokin' little piece like you doing in ButtUgly territory? Looking for some meta action?"
The ork who stepped out in front is the only one to speak so far.
Lilith slows in her walk, but doesn't stop. Bold move. She smiles through her mask, her voice ripe with a Jersey twang of an accent. "Listen, mate. I've fucked bigger and nastier then you." Those razors are still very apparent, her voice frighteningly pleasant. "And you're in my way. Now, those fellas behind you might be a problem, but the plain fact of the matter is I *am* going to gut you in a very bloody way first. Unless, of course, you piss off."
The ork from the alley ahead takes one look at the glittering razors and makes a survival decision. He steps out into the street and waves you on by with a grunt of acknowledgement and the words "Heh, razor slot, eh? You'll do. For now." The two behind pause in their approach and then continue their advance, though they angle towards the ork that's just granted you passage.
Lilith smiles again. This time, as she passes, the viciously sharp fangs in her mouth are also clearly visible. "Good." She keeps the razors up, still smiling as she suddenly darts past, picking up speed but quick.
As you slip by the ork speaks up, saying "Watch yourself breeder, two blocks up is bloodrazor territory… they won't be so nice, scan?" before he starts walking over to meet up with his compatriots.
Lilith nods her head briefly, somewhat surprised, but continues to move ahead. "I'm gonna kill that gorram drekhead of a slot when I catch her…" She mutters under her breath.
The next block is a sort of no man's land, cratered roads and roasting hulks of cars litering the street in random places. Any attempt to drive through here, say in a nice big armored vehicle, would almost certainly be a wasted effort ending in someone else getting lots of car parts. Oddly, being on foot through here actually pays off in a way, as you can slip through the gaps and craters in the path are less of a problem. As everywhere in the warrens, there are alleys almost every five feet, but here the alleys are occupied by huddled figures around burning barrels warming themselves against the cool of the night.
Lilith moves quickly, fast, slipping through the shadows and keeping out of sight as best she can, and as always, scanning for trouble.
You're about halfway down the block when you see a figure at the next block. Moderate height, probably a human, leaning against a wall with a proprietary air. He seems unconcerned that he's out here alone, in the warrens, at night…
Lilith notes the figure, and takes a moment to cross the street away from him. She doesn't slow down, but does take a moment to eye the fellow more carefully as she gets closer.
As you cross the street so does the figure on the next block, pushing himself lazily off from the wall and strolling across, still not hurried or worried.
Lilith hairs raise on the back of her neck, but she doesn't stop, eyes flicking to the other person, but still scanning her surrondings.
When you're about ten feet away the figure holds up a hand and speaks. "Hold it right there breed."
Lilith comes to a slow stop, dancing slightly on her heels as her eyes narrow at the fellow. "Wot? I'm in a hurry."
The humanoid shrugs and replies "Your hurry ain't my problem chica. Your toll is, so, whatcha got?"
Lilith eyes the person and shrugs. "Not a lotta. Some sharp drek and a bad fuckin' temper." She jerks a thumb behind her. "And a junker a few blocks back, if'n you want it."
He shakes his head, "Nah, we let the butt uglies have that block. They can keep it. You want to throw we can do that, but you really oughta consider what you're doing before you make that call. I mean, how far you gotta go? You're not from around here, so I'm thinking you got a ways to go yet, and that puts you in our turf… you get my meaning, or should I spell it out for you?"
Lilith grunts. "I ain't stupid, mate. You guardin' Blood Razor turf?" She tries to think, something else she might have…of course, there's the cred. Well hidden, you don't carry a lotta cash in this neighbourhood. "How much you charge for safe passage?"
With a jerk of his thumb over one shoulder he answers your query about the turf with a simple "Yep." then continues to your other questions with a leer. "As for the toll, it's usually whatever you got. On the other hand, there's other ways to cover the toll for a smoking input like you."
Lilith crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow. She doesn't have time for this, but she's in survival mode and not letting this drek and who knows what else know how much cash she has on hand would help. Then again…eew. "I got 2k in a couple credsticks."
Lilith thinks for a moment. "And I can put in a word for you with a couple of good hookers. Classy types."
He considers for a moment and smiles, "Party for me and the boys?"
Lilith smiles. "Maybe. How many boys, and are they clean? These gals won't bed some disease ridden drekhead, but it'll be worth it in the long run." She idly ticks off some of her razor'd hands. "I give you 2k and a…recommendation, you get a few good lookin', clean gals and half decent booze that don't come out of some bum's coffee can backyard still."
His reply comes with a smirk. "Keep the cash, there's about a dozen of us, all clean, we don't take drekheads." then he produces a cell phone and adds "Make the call now and we're solid."
Lilith shrugs and nods, snagging the cell with a pair of long razors. She handles them really well, delicately, not cutting the casing while she raises the phone to her ear for a call. A madam knows a lot of people, from all classes of society. Some of her girls have friends who still work independantly, not really streetwalkers but not courtesans either.
Lil makes the call, and after a spate of rapid fire French, hands the cellphone over to the fella. "This is Marie. She's a Euro-import, nice gal, she'll tell ya where to be."
He takes the phone back with a grin and converses in fluent french for a few moments, then hangs up. As he talked the grin on his face grew broader and broader until he's fairly beaming by the time the conversation is done. He tucks the phone into a pocket then blows a shrill whistle which brings a heavily armed elf running up.
Lilith crosses her arms and watches, looking bored but her body is still tense and at the ready. "So, might I be able to get a good word to go through here? I'm trying to find a friend."
He nods to you then turns to the new arrival and explains in sperethiel, a language you speak, "This lady gets free passage through our turf. She gets hurt you miss out on the party on account of being dead, got it?" the elf nods vigorously and stands back to wait until you're ready while the leader turns back to you and says "You're good through here, and… yeah, you need help getting your friend out give a call to this number." and he hands you a slip of paper with a cell number on it.
Lilith takes the slip of paper, and in a gesture of thanks, lets the fella get a good look while she tucks it away in her bra under her shirt. "Awright, that was a good turn." She bobs her head and hands a card back. "And if you need parties, call that number. I'm not sayin' it'll be free again, but I figure it'd be better then ya get here." She looks over to the elf and jerks her head forward. "All right, pretty lad, ya good to go?"
The probable gang leader nods and slips the card into a pocket as the elf nods vigorously and motions for you to proceed.
Lilith grunts in thanks, and then begins to move forward through their territory, keeping good time. "Let's hurry. If that idjit girl gets herself killed I'll be slottin' pissed."
The elf escort gets a frustrated look on his face for a moment, then shakes his head wordlessly. He does, however, pick up his pace to match yours, a faint clanking accompanying his every step as weapons clash on his person. With the escort it's a fairly easy trip, particularly since this /is/ their territory and it's well secured. Doubly fortunate is the fact that with two blocks down or the five total, the address you've been sent to is inside the bounds of this gang's turf.
Lilith tilts her head at the look, speaking casually. "Problem, mate?" She moves, keeping her eyes focused towards the eventual location of her girl, and on the area, despite the fact she's in "guarded" territory.
The elf shakes his head and makes a slashing gesture across his throat, then puts his hand over his mouth as he walks.
Lilith narrows her eyes and nods, and is silent for the rest of trip. And now even more watchful.
He frowns and shakes his head, then repeats the series of gestures with the addition of a series of finger gestures that may be some form of silent communication, though there's no way to recognize them. He completes the silent communication with a "Go ahead" gesture followed by an open hand held with his thumb to his lips then moved away in a downward ark."
Lilith frowns, then begins to think maybe he's a mute…she doesn't have time to worry about it, tho, and keeps walking at a brisk pace. She murmurs softly, and in sperethiel. "You don't speak?"
He cups one pointed ear with his hand and nods, then puts his hand over his mouth and shakes his head. As the two of you walk along you pass through a pool of light shed by a lone street light left in functional condition, this light is enough to see that the elf is actually blushing as he tries to communicate.
Lilith smiles a bit, normally for once as they walk on. She still doesn't let her vigilance down, mind. "It's all right." She says softly, keeping her pleasant voice low for security reasons as well, but loud enough for him to hear easily. "More's the pity me for not learning sign when I could've."
The mute elven ganger is certainly not stupid, he is in fact demonstrating all the signs of a hardened professional, but he pauses in his continual scan of the environment to look at you, then flashes a series of finger signs. He points at you, then puts both hands palm out in front of him and jerks them back to his torso, then puts a pair of fingers against his own temple pointing, rather than the gun gesture more commonly seen, then extends both index fingers towards each other, thumb extended and moves them in a spiralling motion away from each other.
Lilith frowns as she watches, taking a precious moment to flit through the possible meanings of the signs. "You want me to tell you what I know?" She sighs and then stops, taking another none to easily spared moment to point at a grimy wall. She uses a finger tip to write a question mark. "Tell me, here, quick. I'm sorry me own ignorance."
The elf takes a quick glance around the area then writes something quickly in neat lettering on the soot covered wall. When he finishes he steps back and you can see that he's written the question "Do you want to learn sign?"
Lilith nose wrinkles and she seems restless. "We don't have a lot of time. How? You gonna magic me up? I'd say yes, otherwise."
He smirks and shakes his head, then writes quickly on the wall again. 'You're safe here. Come back sometime and I can teach you.'
Lilith smiles and nods. "Sure." She hands over another card. "You can get a number from here to contact me." She nods her head forward and begins walking again. "Let's move."
He slips the card into an ammo pouch on his gear, nods, and starts walking again. Walking in safe territory is much easier and quicker than it was. As such, you arrive at the address in no time at all.
The place is, naturally, run down. Unlike the majority of places on this block the door does not appear to be nailed shut, and lights are on inside. Your girls car is parked on the street in front of the building.
Lilith pauses, body poised like a graceful hunter's as she takes a moment to watch the building, sniffing slightly. She looks at the elf and squats, writing another question mark in the grime. "You know this place? Safe to go inside?"
The elf pauses in his scan to read your message, then nods vigorously. He points at you, and then the building with an exaggerated expression of curiousity on his face.
Lilith tilts her head. "If we could go ahead and enter, that'd be great. The car there?" She points. "Belongs to one of *my* girls." This time, she appears far more…territorial, in a way, and far less friendly then she was before.
He squats down and writes on the concrete, leaving trails of semi-clean material to form the letters. 'I come with or stay?"
Lilith looks at him. "Come with, please." She straightens. "I might need your word on the Blood Razor backing."
He nods and rises to fall in behind you.
Lilith moves as quickly as she dares, but carefully, catiously, crossing the street not quite in the open with the elf at her back, playing it safe. Gazing up at the building, she pauses in front of whatever counts as a front door and gives it a healthy kick with her boot. "Oi!"
The door is, well, a door. It's properly mounted, hinged, even has a doorknob. Of course it's also extremely filthy and made of ridiculously low grade materials, but you use what you can find when you live in the slums. Of course, what this means is that when you decide to put the boot in on the door the panel you kicked gives way rather easily, throwing fragments everywhere inside the entry hall of the building. This earns you a rather disgruntled look from your elven escort as he tried and failed to stop your kicking in the door. It also earned you a shrill scream from the other side of the door, followed by a sound programmed to drive terror into the hearts of humans, the sound of a shotgun being readied.
Lilith winces apologetically, but calls through the door, shaking splinters off her foot. "Oi, sorry about that. Stand down, please? I've got a elven fella here who uses sign?" She keeps her voice level, non threatening. "And I'm here for the girl. The door was my fault, sorry."
A familiar woman's voice and an unfamiliar male voice exchange words on the other side of the door, among them your name can be heard as well as the name of your house. After a moment's conversation the door opens a crack and the barrel of an autoshotgun is stuck through the crack before a man's voice asks "What's your name?"
Lilith wrinkles her nose under her mask. "Lilith." She says, very quietly, but the words carry well across the space. She simply…looks at the door, not even acknowledging the gun.
"Where d'you work?"
Lilith murmurs again. "The Apple and Snake."
"Where d'you live?"
Lilith says "The Apple and Snake."
The shotgun barrel retracts and the door opens wide enough for you to enter. Your escort turns and settles into a guard stance, clearly intent on waiting outside now that you've been cleared for entry and the inhabitants aren't out for your blood.
Lilith half retracts her razors, keeping her hands down in that same, nonthreatening pose as she enters. Eyes flick rapidly back and forth, all over the room. Looking for the girl, and despite her name being used, keeping her face covered.
Inside the place is well lit and fairly neat for a squat in the warrens, furniture seems to be in good repair including a cheap tri-v against one wall and an overstuffed couch facing it. The woman you've come looking for is standing partially behind a man holding an expensive looking autoshotgun, she clutches a pistol with one hand, the other hidden behind her companion. She asks "Is that you Mistress?" in a tentative voice.
Lilith nails don't retract as she answers in a tight voice. "Yes it is. And who's been giving out Mistress's name to strangers Mistress doesn't know in the *bloody Warrens*?" The Jersey accent slips back to it's normal British tones, taught but calm in a way that Lil's girl should know as her "special" angry voice.
The girl steps out from behind her companion, a blend of fear and indignation on her face as she retorts, "How else am I going to make sure the person that just kicked the door in is you without geting myself dead if it's not?"
Lilith nods. "Fair enough. Perhaps I kicked too hard." She speaks without rancour and looks at the man holding the gun. "Is that your man? And could you tell me what's going on here?"
She replies with a nod and introduces her companion, saying "Greg, this is my employer. Mistress, this is my boyfriend Greg". Greg lowers the shotgun so that the barrel is pointed at the ground and steps forward offering a handshake as he says "Pleasure to meet you, don't worry about the door. Probably just hit an old patch."
Lilith arches a brow as she…slowly…retracts her nails and reaches a hand out in turn. "G'evening." She eyes the girl. "My dear girl. If you have a private lover, that's fine. But why does this necessitate me driving out to the Warrens and, may I add, nearly getting raped, beaten, and killed, not necessarily in that order? Is it that hard to spend the night?"
Lilith is not amused.
Greg shakes your hand respectfully, then withdraws slightly to let the ladies deal with this. Your girl just looks confused for a moment, then answers with "I'm supposed to be working tonight Mistress. My car is dead, I needed a ride. Remember? Hey, what do you mean you were nearly raped, beaten, and killed, anyway?"
Lilith looks at the girl. "I know you were supposed to be working tonight. But your man couldn't get you out?"She jerks her thumb behind her. "My car died in the middle of Butt Ugly territory. Who you failed to mention. I was then accosted on the border to the Blood Razors. Who you failed to mention." She nods to where the elven fellow was. "And who demanded a toll, which by luck I was able to fandangle. Otherwise, who knows what could've happened?" She *really* doesn't sound amused. "Good gods. If you were going to be so silent on the details…you could've at least mentioned you were safe and dry with your man and I could've let you off for being stuck in the Warrens. How am I to know you're not in serious harm?
She cocks her head to one side and asks in a soft voice, "Because I didn't use the safe word?"
Lilith taps her fingers on one arm. "Very amusing, but correct. Do I install these security measures for nothing?" She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. "And now I've got a bunch of gangers knowing who I be. You're damn lucky I make friends easily." Giving Greg a sharp, judging look. "He seems decent enough, and if it wasn't for that junker I would've been in the clear…none the less, if you're ever stuck out here again use some common sense. I'm sorry to deprive you of your lovely girl here, Mr.Greg, but we're going to be heading home." She pauses. "As soon as we get a vehicle and safe passage."
Greg offers "I think we can arrange safe passage, Leonidas is a friend of mine, which is why I get to stay in their territory safely. Transportation is a little trickier, unfortunately." to which the girl, Leanne, adds "Maybe it's something minor with your car Mistress? We could talk to the razors and see if they can help."
Lilith grunts and nods. "If you could. And if the neighbours don't mind some of us trapaising back through their territory." She adds sharply. "As much as I'd like not to have to pay out for that blasted rental, I think it is safer if we take Greg's path and hope for help from this…Leonidas."
Greg replies with a light chuckle, saying "The buttuglies aren't much of a threat really. They know Leonidas wouldn't mind wiping them out with a few elementals. Let's go talk to him." Leanna simply nods and follows along as Greg starts towards the door.
Lilith nods slowly and moves with them, losing none of her irritation, and keeping sharp as they head out again. She looks about. "Leonidas. What a wonderfully portent-ridden name."
Greg leads the way out of the building, closing his door with a wry smile as the light from within shines through the foot sized hole. The elven mute falls in with the group, providing a rear guard. Though this is friendly territory, the reality is that it's still a warzone and should be treated as such. In a few minutes you're back at the corner where you met the apparent gang leader, as you approach he steps away from his wall and draws near with a bemused expression. "Found a few more friends while you were there, huh?" he says to you, then gives a nod of recognition to Greg saying "Hoi chummer."
Lilith nods with a faint smile. "Leonidas, I take it?" She looks back to the others, then to the leader again. "Forgive me for not asking your name earlier." Of course, the Jersey accent he heard is gone now, replaced with the slightly rough-edged, London tones Lil uses when she's out on the streets.
Leonidas smiles and nods an acknowledgement, "I am indeed Leonidas." he offers his hand and says "Null sheen about the intros, you were worried."
"What can I do for you folks?"
Lilith chuckles faintly, taking the man's hand. "You can call me Lilith." She says softly, looking over her shoulder at the girl with a frown. "As I haven't, obviously, instructed my girls properly about opsec. Anyways. I'm most grateful for your granting me passage in, any chance we might be able to get a way out. I'm not sure if me junker is rescueable, so we could use a ride."
Leonidas gives a light chuckle as he shakes your hand with a firm but gentle grasp and releases. He takes a moment to consider the options, then replies "Well, there are a few choices. Some more interesting than others really. I could attempt to have one of my elementals transport you home, which would be quick but a bit chancy. Alternatively, we could go have a chat with the buttuglies and see if your wheels are recoverable. Thirdly, and this is definitely the more interesting option, we can go find a set of wheels we know are good and use those."
Lilith eyes glitter from behind her balaclava. "I doubt the junker has survived here, after even this short time. And I'll not ask to take any more risk as is needed… what's involved with this new set of wheels, then?"
Leonidas shrugs and replies "We find someone driving through the warrens and we ask them nicely to get some nice healthy exercise instead of polluting the air any further." with a grin and an impish twinkle in his eye.
Lilith snorts under her breath, but nods. "As you say. You think anyone around here is going to be driving something worth pulling over?"
He considers the options and taps a button at his throat, then begins a subvocalized conversation made up of terse queries and replies that are likely quite clear to your escort who can almost certainly read lips, unfortunately he and Leonidas are the only two here who know the content of the conversation.
Lilith smiles faintly as she watches, patiently waiting while keeping a general eye on their surrondings.
After a moment he taps the button again and turns his attention to you, saying "It appears there's not much on location at the moment, however there are always options. There are a couple of residential complexes here in the warrens that frequently have cars parked outside or, in one case, in the garage. Alternatively, we can wait until someone decides to drive through."
Lilith looks around at the dark, nighttime area. "How safely and quickly can we grab a care that's been parked outside?"
"Do you want to keep it or not?"
Lilith shrugs. "My old junker? I don't care. I just want out of here and home to me dinner right now. Any other car will do."
Leonidas shakes his head and replies "No, do you want to keep the car you go home in? It makes something of a difference what we look for and where we grab it from, and, well,
I'm afraid we'll have to charge you for the service if you choose to keep it."
Lilith shakes her head. "No, it's yours, or we can just dump it."
He nods and taps the communicator at his throat and begins issuing orders. After a few seconds he pauses and asks "Do you have any desire to go along with the repo team?"
Lilith shakes her head. "Not really. I'm not much good with stealing cars yet, and I'd only be in the way."
He nods and replies with "Another pair of eyes never hurt, but I understand." he continues to issue orders over the communcations network for a few more seconds then signs off and turns his attention back to you, saying "Ok, we should have wheels in about half an hour or so. That work?"
Lilith nods and smiles at the man. "It does indeed. I'll make sure Marie includes that little golden haired beauty from Germany that came in last week. She's new, friendly, and feeling lonely."
The gangleader grins as he replies "I think we can help her with that, a beautiful girl should never feel lonely."
Lilith chuckles and nods. "I'll make sure Brunhilda pays special attention to you. She's got some rather unique ideas, for a mage."
After half an hour waiting and small talk a small car pulls up with another elf behind the wheel. Leonidas opens the doors for the ladies and everyone says their goodbyes before the driver pulls away and takes you both home. It's a half hour drive full of not much, and a pretty rank ride all things considered, but it gets you home safely.
The End
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