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Captain Steven Rockwell Trevor ([personal profile] rightly) wrote2020-01-01 12:00 am
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[personal profile] primogen_vampirate 2019-12-30 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Mina didn't mind the silence so much. Not this particular kind, anyway. There were other silences that bothered her more. And one in particular started to nibble at the back of her mind as they made their way along the side of the road.

The silence that would come from the sunrise.

She reckoned it was about five or six hours off. She couldn't exactly tell him that she would be of even less use to him than a corpse, one that happened. The Masquerade was there for a reason.

But how the hell did the VA expect her to get around that little tidbit? Did he know? It was possible. Some humans did. But she very much doubted this one. It was going to be a delicate little dance.

"Save the car for tomorrow night. We should hunker down for the day. Rest up as much as possible."
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[personal profile] primogen_vampirate 2019-12-31 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
As she'd feared.

Mina could, of course, have resorted to mind control. But that was really messy, when it came to a cooperation. So she'd have to try the old-fashioned approach.

"The funny thing about daylight," she said, "is that people can see you in it." Especially if your traveling companion burst into flames. That wasn't something easily missed. Not even in a backwater as dreadful as this. "And I'm not sure a wealthy businessman and his heiress wife should really be seen driving a hot car, darling."
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[personal profile] primogen_vampirate 2020-01-05 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
A half-truth, she found, was sometimes more of a nuisance than a lie. But seeing as the Masquerade was paramount to the VA, she would have to work within it as much as possible. Although, frankly, it would be a hell of a lot easier just to bypass the whole, messy thing.

"I have my orders," she replied. "I'm not keen on questioning them. And my organization demands nighttime stealth. I'd offer to let you take it up with them, but it seems to me that that would be wasting more time."

Not to mention any conversation they had over the telephone would probably be overheard by people who were better off not hearing anything at all.

Still. She sighed heavily, reaching into her pocket to pull out a slip of paper. "My commanding officer is actually in the states. Somewhere called...Milwaukee?" She made a face. Probably stolen land.