prologue ♔ it leads to an article of imminent death

♬ Vesuvius- Sufjan Stevens

WHO || Alec, Anastacia, Luthir, Solace, Edain
WHAT || Alec meet the Knights
WHERE || Bath, England
WHEN || Backdated to sometime in late April
HOW || Actionspam

A job was a job, but this one was already shaping up to be out of the ordinary.

The man who'd invited Alec to his small office with intent to purchase his services was a short, squat man who wore a plaid waistcoat, smelled of too many sour cigars, and had merely a few wisps of black hair that had to be portioned out over his bald scalp. He had a nervous habit, and was standing by the window now, tap tap tapping his foot.

"This uh... this isn't going to be like any seeker job you've probably ever taken. Just wanna make that clear right up front."

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[It's hard to be surprised by that. Alec opens the box letting the door shut and dropping the box on his bed. He picks the Eagle up off his bed, flicking the safety on and tucking it in the back of his pants where his shirt will cover it.

He picks the tank top up, twisting it in his hands before bringing it up to take a deep whiff, nose scrunching a bit. Getting a scent is never a particularly appetizing process, but it helps.

He drops it back in the box and grabs his keys and the slip of paper with the club address, dragging the door shut behind him. The sooner he gets this job over with the better. Time to head to the club.]

[ make a navigate check please to find the place! needs at least a 10 to locate it or boy gettin' lost... ]

[Navigate check 15! Which is good because for as talented a nose as he has, his navigation skill has a whopping +0]

[ easy enough B) the place has the appearance of a run down nightclub, a two story brick building with graffiti on the walls outside and a bored looking clientele waiting outside - mostly teen kids, very much a goth element. ]

[Alec takes a walk around the building before ruffing up his hair, slouching his shoulders and shoving his hands in his pockets.

He approaches the door in no real hurry, hanging around a little away from the group before deciding to approach the door.]

[ he's stopped by an entirely pale doorman, who looks deceptively lean, who peers at him through heavily lined eyes. ] You on the list?