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undergrounds2015-10-11 04:02 pm
kleptofaeniac) wrote in undergrounds2015-10-11 04:02 pm
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Catch All for Kenzi.
1 - @ the Seven Sisters (feel free to interrupt if you're not in Midnight!)
Kenzi had grabbed the first person she found, which happened to be one of their more recent additions to the group. He wasn't quite as powerful as Kenzi would have liked to be teaching this to, but beggers couldn't be choosers. She'd go looking for Nancy, Abigail and Alice later to teach them.
"--And the ward can be painted over or be under the floorboards or whatever, just so long as the line doesn't get broken."
Kenzi banged the floorboard back into place with the heel of her palm and looked up at her pupil with an expectant smile.
"Get it?"
He looked lost.
2 - Tarot Booth
Like clockwork, Kenzi was back at Portobello Road for the market that was open. If she had a spot rented (technically) she wasn't going to waste the opportunity to make some money. Especially since her workshop went up in smoke during Barnet. Without it, most of her merch was destroyed and she was basically starting from scratch in this city. Which was a shame considering she'd lived here for four years prior to this.
Kenzi had a bottle of vodka under her booth to console herself with. Cliched? Perhaps. But she was allowed to be a cliche, she was having a very bad month.
All of her charms that she has on sale are very hastily made, and the cards have a distinct shine to them that says they're brand spankin' new.
At least her apartment wasn't trashed. Knock on wood.
For the next person that sticks their head into her tent, Kenzi smiles benignly and gestures to her cards as if she isn't desperate for cash.
"Tell your fortune?"
A little lack-luster. Usually she had an accent to go with it and the whole 'gypsy-mystique' thing that tourist ate up like nothing else, but Barnet was still too recent for it to not weigh on her mind when she was alone.
3 - Holding Interviews @ the Jolly Roger
It wasn't as if she could just put out an ad on craigslist. 'Looking for bodyguard who won't shove own morals down throat about how immoral my work is. Must be scary and also willing to pick me up if too drunk.'
Plus there was the whole question of trust. Kenzi trusted Derek. She knew him, albeit for a short while, but she knew him; the kind of person he was. Better than her, certainly. Which was what made him a good bodyguard for her.
Oh well. Kenzi couldn't sit around moping about how she didn't have someone scary to glare over her shoulder at the less savory customers she had. She just had to replace him! Move on.
She spread the word that she was looking for a bodyguard in the underworld and that she'd be sitting in the back room of the Jolly Roger for interviews.
Obviously they'd be paid too.
"Hi there! Name?"
Kenzi's cheer was all false. She wasn't looking forward to replacing Derek, but Barnet and other things that had happened of late reminded her just how much she needed someone big and scary looking out for her. The only problem was she had to make sure they didn't have ulterior motives - and she didn't have a truth potion on her, or know how to even make one for starters.
Still, beggars can't be choosers - right?
4 - Stolen Vanity
Two months ago Kenzi grave-robbed the undead...dead...and stole them blind! Carmilla's crap was lying around for a week before she went and claimed it with Nancy.
And then Nancy got cursed because of her. Something Kenzi was determined to make right. That and make a profit off of what she stole. She couldn't just sell everything all at once - even if she robbed a dead person. She still had friends - one who even visited her - and Kenzi was going to be just as careful as she would be with a living person's things.
"I'm telling you it's worth at least twice that much!"
She had taken it to a black market dealer, someone who she had done deals with before but nothing like this. He clearly wasn't having it today.
"Three thousand pounds is ridiculous! You can't even provide me with a history of the dresser, how do I know it's not a fake?"
Kenzi couldn't really prove it one way or the other that the dresser wasn't fake. Truthfully, it was all speculation on her part anyways - but she has a feeling that a centuries old vampire lady wouldn't want to have anything cheap or knock-off like in her breathable vicinity. Besides, it looked expensive!
"Look buddy, I've done my homework! This is 18th century, Japanese, mint-condition. I'm not going to be jipped on this!"
5 - Assulting a Vamp - for first response only
Kenzi wanted - no, needed - to make up Nancy being cursed with telling the truth for a whole month to her. A whole month! Kenzi would have exploded. She couldn't be her friend without trying to get back at the bastard that did this to her.
Problem was, she didn't know who did it. Not even in the slightest. And she didn't know how to figure it out. So she just went into Islington territory and started asking questions. Politely.
With some silver "brass" knuckles in their face and a witches amulet. It wasn't often a roughly 8 stone witch went around threatening vamps with at least 3 stone on her. And it wasn't often even then that they'd be cowering like a little baby.
"Tell me who did it, fuck-face!"
Kenzi was not playing around. She also knew, that if she let him go, or gave him the opportunity to...he'd kill her in a second. There was no going back now.
6 - Wildcard!
Make your own prompt if you wanna!
Kenzi had grabbed the first person she found, which happened to be one of their more recent additions to the group. He wasn't quite as powerful as Kenzi would have liked to be teaching this to, but beggers couldn't be choosers. She'd go looking for Nancy, Abigail and Alice later to teach them.
"--And the ward can be painted over or be under the floorboards or whatever, just so long as the line doesn't get broken."
Kenzi banged the floorboard back into place with the heel of her palm and looked up at her pupil with an expectant smile.
"Get it?"
He looked lost.
2 - Tarot Booth
Like clockwork, Kenzi was back at Portobello Road for the market that was open. If she had a spot rented (technically) she wasn't going to waste the opportunity to make some money. Especially since her workshop went up in smoke during Barnet. Without it, most of her merch was destroyed and she was basically starting from scratch in this city. Which was a shame considering she'd lived here for four years prior to this.
Kenzi had a bottle of vodka under her booth to console herself with. Cliched? Perhaps. But she was allowed to be a cliche, she was having a very bad month.
All of her charms that she has on sale are very hastily made, and the cards have a distinct shine to them that says they're brand spankin' new.
At least her apartment wasn't trashed. Knock on wood.
For the next person that sticks their head into her tent, Kenzi smiles benignly and gestures to her cards as if she isn't desperate for cash.
"Tell your fortune?"
A little lack-luster. Usually she had an accent to go with it and the whole 'gypsy-mystique' thing that tourist ate up like nothing else, but Barnet was still too recent for it to not weigh on her mind when she was alone.
3 - Holding Interviews @ the Jolly Roger
It wasn't as if she could just put out an ad on craigslist. 'Looking for bodyguard who won't shove own morals down throat about how immoral my work is. Must be scary and also willing to pick me up if too drunk.'
Plus there was the whole question of trust. Kenzi trusted Derek. She knew him, albeit for a short while, but she knew him; the kind of person he was. Better than her, certainly. Which was what made him a good bodyguard for her.
Oh well. Kenzi couldn't sit around moping about how she didn't have someone scary to glare over her shoulder at the less savory customers she had. She just had to replace him! Move on.
She spread the word that she was looking for a bodyguard in the underworld and that she'd be sitting in the back room of the Jolly Roger for interviews.
Obviously they'd be paid too.
"Hi there! Name?"
Kenzi's cheer was all false. She wasn't looking forward to replacing Derek, but Barnet and other things that had happened of late reminded her just how much she needed someone big and scary looking out for her. The only problem was she had to make sure they didn't have ulterior motives - and she didn't have a truth potion on her, or know how to even make one for starters.
Still, beggars can't be choosers - right?
4 - Stolen Vanity
Two months ago Kenzi grave-robbed the undead...dead...and stole them blind! Carmilla's crap was lying around for a week before she went and claimed it with Nancy.
And then Nancy got cursed because of her. Something Kenzi was determined to make right. That and make a profit off of what she stole. She couldn't just sell everything all at once - even if she robbed a dead person. She still had friends - one who even visited her - and Kenzi was going to be just as careful as she would be with a living person's things.
"I'm telling you it's worth at least twice that much!"
She had taken it to a black market dealer, someone who she had done deals with before but nothing like this. He clearly wasn't having it today.
"Three thousand pounds is ridiculous! You can't even provide me with a history of the dresser, how do I know it's not a fake?"
Kenzi couldn't really prove it one way or the other that the dresser wasn't fake. Truthfully, it was all speculation on her part anyways - but she has a feeling that a centuries old vampire lady wouldn't want to have anything cheap or knock-off like in her breathable vicinity. Besides, it looked expensive!
"Look buddy, I've done my homework! This is 18th century, Japanese, mint-condition. I'm not going to be jipped on this!"
5 - Assulting a Vamp - for first response only
Kenzi wanted - no, needed - to make up Nancy being cursed with telling the truth for a whole month to her. A whole month! Kenzi would have exploded. She couldn't be her friend without trying to get back at the bastard that did this to her.
Problem was, she didn't know who did it. Not even in the slightest. And she didn't know how to figure it out. So she just went into Islington territory and started asking questions. Politely.
With some silver "brass" knuckles in their face and a witches amulet. It wasn't often a roughly 8 stone witch went around threatening vamps with at least 3 stone on her. And it wasn't often even then that they'd be cowering like a little baby.
"Tell me who did it, fuck-face!"
Kenzi was not playing around. She also knew, that if she let him go, or gave him the opportunity to...he'd kill her in a second. There was no going back now.
6 - Wildcard!
Make your own prompt if you wanna!
3! my apologies for the wait!
He doesn't know who Kenzi is, not personally. He's been around the city enough to have heard of the Jolly Rodger, and to have walked past it enough to be familiar with it, even if he's never been inside. Not yet anyway. He supposes that there's a first time for everything.
It makes the whole thing a lot more believable as well. The somewhat curious looking around, at the building, at Kenzi herself. He's going to have to hope that he's not about to go up against any supernatural threats, though he did come armed. He'd be a pretty terrible hunter if he hadn't, and a pretty terrible bodyguard for that matter too.
"Dubhan," he says, glancing up at her, before offering his best crooked smile. Best let her direct the conversation for a beat. Let himself get a feel for what type of a person she's looking for. What type of a person he's about to make himself become... Using his dead brother's name, he's pretty sure that anything is on the table right now.
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So far, so good with this one she thought. However, there wasn't much a simple name would get for her as far as personality went.
"Dubhan, alright."
Kenzi jotted it down on a piece of paper; she wouldn't actually look up the name - people used alias' all the time anyways.
"So. What's your story, bucko?"
She folded her hands patiently on the table and looked up at Dubhan expectantly.
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"I heard underground that you needed a bodyguard," he says, shrugging slightly. "I've passed by this place often enough. Thought I might volunteer myself." He knows that he doesn't look a traditional bodyguard. He's going to have to explain himself better than that.
"I come from a family of hunters," he explains. "I know I may not be what you had envisioned, when you had put out your word. But I know how to get a job done, and well. I know how to keep my mouth shut. And I know and understand what cruelties this world may throw at you." He squares his shoulders slightly, raising his chin at her, allowing something of the truth of his words creep into his eyes as he continues to say, "And I am not afraid."
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She tries to sound as casual as possible; even smiles - though it's strained.
Hunters. It stands out amongst everything, but Kenzi is on a high level of vigilance right now and if this guy is going to be her right hand, she isn't going to want someone she can't trust in on it.
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Vampires, truth be told. At least, that was what his family had gotten into trouble for, back home. But he knows that if she's Circle Midnight, then she would have a certain alliance with the Islington nest, and therefore he'd better not say that much.
"Wolves," he says, casually, hoping that she understands he means the were- variety. He's fairly certain she does, with a look like that on her face, and the fact that he's made it to interview this far already. He pulls back a shirt sleeve to show a fresh scar, above most of the rest of them, the wound that caused it healed but the line left behind still red and angry, not yet faded to white like the rest of them below. He's covered in cuts and marks like this, and the fact that this one actually was from a wolf probably helps some as well.
"I hope that's not a problem?" he asks. "If it's any consolation, most of the time, they were coming after us..."
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Kenzi winced at the sight of the healed wound and made a hissing noise with it.
"Nah. Family is family." As if that was a good explanation. Briefly she thought of Derek and what he might have to say about employing a werewolf hunter as his replacement but...well, times were tough.
"Well. If you don't have any problems with, before I make any serious decisions I'd like to test you out. See what you're like in action and all that."
Really all that would mean was he'd have to wait for her to call him for the test-drive.
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He's suddenly preparing himself for the worst. Magic? Monsters crawling out of the woodwork to force him to prove his mettle? He's really regretting not having brought a gun, although he supposes he should probably find out her thoughts on them before he should just casually draw one in front of her. He does have a knife though, stuck into his boot if he needs it. Small blessings, he supposed.
He rallies slightly, trying to put on a better face, less wary. "I'll warn you now," he says, "I'm not all that keen on surprises. They put me in a terrible mood. Difficult thing to shake off, that." He shrugs, as if to add, 'what can I say?' He is Irish after all.
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Kenzi nods as if to say 'yeah that's all folks!' before quickly following it up with a mildly stern:
"You don't get paid until then though."
She isn't made of money, after all.
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"I suppose that I'll just wait for your call then, shall I?" he asks. He wants to ask her how long he's going to have to wait for said call, but he doesn't want to seem over-eager or pushy. He moves to stand and step back from the table. "You won't regret the offer. I wouldn't have come in if I didn't think I could do the job."