[Of the actual negotiation, there wasn't much to say. He and Brigade had stood right behind the couch that Barbara Gomez had been seated at, watching the proceedings like good soldiers ought to. The elder they had been dealing with was one of those arrogant, rich shits who had grown fat on blood and wealth and skirting just shy of breaking both World of Light and Kindred laws. Barbie had come to him to see if she could convince him to be better. The elder, in response, had thrown his wine in Barbie's face and tried to summon his entire household down on her.
Said household is now slowly but surely becoming disembodied limbs, guts and blood all over the place. A shame: the carpets were nice. So was the furniture.
Hawke glances over to the closed doors of the kitchen in time to see more blood splatter across the glass. One of the elder's children is shrieking in there. Barbie, in return, is telling him to stop running because really, she is so tired of dragging her favorite pair of high heels through dead vampire.
So this is what Hawke does. He taps Brigade on the shoulder, cants his head towards the exit.]
I don't think we're needed here, and I am itching for a cigarette.
[He is the very picture of calm, unruffled, and This Happens A Lot, No Big.]
Waking the Dead 2.0 || June 15, 2063 || Friday
Said household is now slowly but surely becoming disembodied limbs, guts and blood all over the place. A shame: the carpets were nice. So was the furniture.
Hawke glances over to the closed doors of the kitchen in time to see more blood splatter across the glass. One of the elder's children is shrieking in there. Barbie, in return, is telling him to stop running because really, she is so tired of dragging her favorite pair of high heels through dead vampire.
So this is what Hawke does. He taps Brigade on the shoulder, cants his head towards the exit.]
I don't think we're needed here, and I am itching for a cigarette.
[He is the very picture of calm, unruffled, and This Happens A Lot, No Big.]