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From: The Bane of Yorkshire and Rachel
Rumors travel quickly, the Ventrue mused. For the past few days, politicians she had not even met with previously flooded her cellphone and email with subtle hints and requests at wishing to pursue the exact arrangements she had established with the scant few in this region's hierarchial arena. She idly wondered if Blake or Rebecca had not referred or "urged" these peers of their pawns to forge relations. In retrospect, however, she guaranteed a method of bribing that was all but untracable since the majority of Kindred and Kine did not realize that the economic pattern could be decipherable...a mistake on their part, as the few who could have become billionaires.
She completed her conversation with the political mortal and began to research this man's personal information over the web, relaxing with the cool goblet of plasma. Suddenly, one of her mirrored security systems "winked" out, followed by the other. She immediately turned to her other monitor and opened the log window to inspect the cause...
> Power failure.
Mirrored systems conveniently losing power at the same time? Hardly. The mirrored backups switched on, and for a brief moment, the intruder alter flared to life. Peering at the screen, the motion sensors colored the outline of a long mop of hair and a slender female building clinging upside down to the ceiling, tapping into the open panel in her foyer.
It was, once again, time for the oftexpected treat of a visit from the Nosferatu Ancilla known as Rachel.
Ever since she had forged relations with Victoria, both Rachel and Lucille had enjoyed a friendly rivalry of secretseeker and secretkeeper, respectively. The Nosferatu sought, most likely, the secrets of the room they creatively dubbed, "The Antechamber", as if it were the entrance to something larger. The ancilla worked feverishly at the panel, trying to shut off the backups in time that the logs would state that the cause was yet another power failure. The primogen had to smile at the strange respect the Nosferatu posed in her attempts to disable it without damaging the wires, even though the Sewer Rat could have most likely ripped them out.
Ahh, but that would not be the work of someone of those possessing stealth or finesse, would it? Just as the wire was being replugged, The Ventrue turned the system to stealth mode, which fooled such infiltrators with the mirage that the panel had been shut off. A few moments passed as the Nosferatu made several quick voltage tests on the wires before closing the panel and crawling down the wall and along into the hallway. Lucille watched with excited anticipation as Rachel crawled down the hallway, invisible to normal eyes but showing brightly by the motion web that pictured displaced air. The visitor crept onto the hallway ceiling and down into the master bedroom. This was where the duel would commence, the host chuckled quietly to herself.
She waited until the guest was nearing the tapestried wall that lead into the antechamber before flipping the security systems out of stealth mode. Sirens pierced the air and magnesium lights flared to brilliant life throughout the penthouse as a titanium seal began to snap shut on the door. As the motion web caught Rachel, her backpack and nightvision goggles molded out of and back into obfuscation in a split second, the guest leaping through the narrow crack of space left in the swiftly shutting door with a flex of her peeling physique. The prey was already leaping from wall to wall alternately, likely burning blood to augment her already formidable physical power. Lucille tried to shut hallway titanium seals before Rachel fled through them, to no avail. Luckily she had set the seal to entrap the intruder in the living room when this had all begun.
The Yorkshirean watched her quarry through her monitor run frantically from opening to opening, attempting to deactivated the mechanisms, which were failsafe. They had played this game too many times for mistakes to truly arise with the security system anymore. As Rachel calmed down and sat on the floor, Kindred noble stood from her seat and activated the handheld device she carried to open each seal as she walked through and into the living room.
"So nice to see you again, Miss Shirley," Lucille smiled in her usual eloquent demeanor. "To what do I owe you the pleasure of this visit?" The answer she received was a muffled, gurgling grumble. "You could have simply knocked, you realized."
With a pout on her peeling face, the ancilla looked up at the elder and just shook her head. "How did ya figure out? How did ya know I was here?!?"
"Who says I did not realize all along? You can never hide from me in my own domain, Miss Shirley. Would you like a drink?" the Blue Blood offered.
With a grudging smile, the Nosferatu conceded this match and accepted a newly poured glass as they spoke of Victoria, the clan, and the sect as Lucille made the mental preparations to relocate that panel and secure the doors in such a way that her guest could never intrude in this manner again.
And so, the game would reconvene anew later.