Dec 05 00:16:32 108 PA - Just a Quick Question
From Chronicles
Dec 05 00:16:32 108 PA.
SAGE'S LIVING SPACE
The day has light flurries of snow that hardly lives up to the name without much of a breeze. As a result, the business of the spa seems to about normal this day. A reservation has taken the dining room off the options for a place to chat. As a result, anyone coming to talk with Sage would be shown upstairs.
Gabriel arrives very unusually via jet pack, blowing a good flurry of his own into the air outside the front door. He politely waits for it to dissipate before entering. After speaking cleaning off his armored boots and speaking to a girl at the desk, he is thus ushered upstairs, gratefully removing gauntlets and every other piece of hated armor that he can. Supple is always sooo much better.
Given that armor repair is offered, there is a place where an armor can be stored away securely until it is needed again. Upstairs, Sage is seated in one of the normal chairs around the table that's located near the kitchen. There's a pot of tea and a small platter of finger food ready for sampling. She looks over towards the door from the stairway as it gets opened.
"Hello, Sage!" Gabriel greets cheerfully as he waits for Sage's assistant to allow him through. "I'm afraid that I've come calling for more information and assistance again." He's wearing his normal clothing, his armor having been happily stowed. Despite his tone and and words, his face is anything less than cheerful. He does ask on one serious subject first, "How's Leonard doing? I haven't heard anything since the accident." Accident? Sure, why not.
Sage gives a faint nod to the assistant, before turning her attention to Gabriel. "Hey..." She greets the man with a considering look. "I'm not sure that I can say that surprises me." She adds with a hint of humour in her tone, before picking up a tidbit from the plate to munch on. "As for Leonard, one might say he's less dependent on care now." She replies simply.
"That's good. Someday when one might say exactly how he is, that'd be even better," Gabriel says with a faint bit of humor of his own. Then, "You can't blame me for coming here - it's not as if I drop by every day. I just need someone outside of a situation who can look on it without bias. I also need someone whom I trust. At the moment? Including everyone I know?" He aims a pistol finger across at his hostess. "You are just about the only person in the city whom I trust to tell it like it is - even if Leo's information remains cryptic." He allows for a pause, then asks, "Are you familiar, at least in passing with what's been going on in the 'Dregs? The Ivory Lady strip club, vampires, the whole shebang?" His drawl makes the word 'shebang' very fun to hear.
Sage makes a faint noise, "He is able to care for himself now if that is more clear. I suspect the injury and recovery has taken a toll on him though." She replies, "So, if he wants to put a foot up your butt, he wouldn't need any help to do it." She adds with a faint bit of humour, before considering the questions. "I'm not as familiar as I might like, but I have some knowledge of the situation."
Gabriel chuckles, but doesn't utter a complaint about Leonard apparently have some sore feelings at him. "Okay, I'm trying to deal with it, and through no fault of my own, I've ended up leading a bit of a team. For everyone's safety and purpose of non-bias, I won't use any names at all. What I need to know is if there is any way to determine if someone is under the influence of a vampire? Or further, if someone has told you that they are, is there a way to break it, save for killing that vampire?"
Sage raises a brow faintly to the man's choice of wording of how he ended up leading a team, but she seems to let that pass without any comment for the time being. She purses her lips, "Depending on how this influence was accomplished, it is possible that it could be detected through magical or psychic means." She replies, "There may be other ways to tell, but I am not an expert on vampires myself." She replies, "Chances are Leonard would be able to tell you more than I could. Or possibly Valeriya." She comments, "As for how to break it, I have a feeling it depends on how it was accomplished."
Gabriel nods, listening. "I see. Well, if you happen to see Leonard around, I could use him. I'll give him one shot with that boot." The older fellow winks at the morbid humor. "Perhaps I'll try and find Valeriya after talking with one other person. If you can do anything, I'd appreciate it, but I understand that we can't all be experts at everything. Thanks for the hospitality, it was pleasant, as always." With that, he rises from his seat, and prepares to head back downstairs. Sometimes meetings don't need to be long ones.
Sage offers a look of faint amusement to the man's comment about the boot. "Well, if you find a more decisive answer, I could probably let you know what I might be able to do." She replies softly, before nodding faintly to the man. "No problem. I would have offered you something, but you seemed to be fairly intent on your topic." She mentions, "Take care."
"Thanks again, Sage," Gabriel says, smiles, and disappears downstairs to put that goddamn armor back on again. He wouldn't wear it except that the damn 'pack was necessary. Because of this issue. One can almost hear him grumbling as he descends the staircase.
