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tampered2007-08-25 11:32 am
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Log: Complete
When; Aug. 25 (noonesque)
Rating; PG?
Characters; Lupe Salvatore![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tabloider, Nicholas Brocklehurst razrsharp
Summary; The switch from coffee to tea is a long hard journey best conducted under casual conversation.
Log;
Nicholas waited for her at the outdoor deck of Café Juliet. It had only occurred to him now he had never actually seen the reporter in person, not even during his daily rounds about the City. He had an idea whom to expect, just as he assumed she had already pegged him for the only blonde man at the establishment dressed in a completely pressed dark blue business suit with off-white shirt and a black and silver pin striped tie. A first time for everything he supposed, a perfect opportunity to talk and convert another to the taste of tea. His palate preferred it over coffee, especially the corporate home grown sort.
Brocklehurst's blue gaze kept an eye out just over the rim of his cup on the approaching individuals.
Rating; PG?
Characters; Lupe Salvatore
tabloider, Nicholas Brocklehurst razrsharpSummary; The switch from coffee to tea is a long hard journey best conducted under casual conversation.
Log;
Nicholas waited for her at the outdoor deck of Café Juliet. It had only occurred to him now he had never actually seen the reporter in person, not even during his daily rounds about the City. He had an idea whom to expect, just as he assumed she had already pegged him for the only blonde man at the establishment dressed in a completely pressed dark blue business suit with off-white shirt and a black and silver pin striped tie. A first time for everything he supposed, a perfect opportunity to talk and convert another to the taste of tea. His palate preferred it over coffee, especially the corporate home grown sort.
Brocklehurst's blue gaze kept an eye out just over the rim of his cup on the approaching individuals.
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His smirk turned into a grin. Peddling blood for diamonds, an interesting twist that could have worked just as well in his own home world. Funny to think of it that way, Nicholas had thought it was the only world. His blue gaze flicked towards the crowd then back to Lupe. Fortunately he wasn't interested in blood or poorly made Bloody Marys. Lacroix would likely attack him on sight, or just throw his arse out into the street.
"Is there anything I could relay to you, Ms. Salvatore," Brocklehurst offered. His curriculum vitae was public, save for those ten missing years Christopher and Faye pointed out.
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"You and the owner have a beef? Slighted? Business partner? Wrong side of the law?" She was deathly curious, by nature as well as profession, and she wasn't about to let it go without at least trying.
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"The man knew my name, my colleague's name, and a bit of our background prior to arrival. I don't believe we hail from the same time and place," Nicholas chose his words carefully lest his own straight face crumble over the word dimension or parallel universe.
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"If it's one thing I've learned here, it's that, even in the worlds where humans think they're the only ones around, there always seems to be some sort of force in the backgrounds. I've seen demons, shinigami, arrancar, vampires... all who claim they've managed to remain hidden among humans."
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But the undead in his world? Vampires, demons, arrancar, werewolves, angels? He couldn't believe that. It wasn't any different than the comic books that explained Hitler used magic to keep Superman from stopping his war machine. It was all fantasy, something to give the idealists and optimists a reason to keep believing in the better. The Englishman set his now empty cup aside.
"Where I come from, people have more to fear from a ballot than they do a werewolf," he smiled, completely the opposite of patronizing. Lupe seemed like a lovely and sensible woman, he had no need to patronize her.
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At the mention of ballots, she laughed out loud, a short, barking short of noise belied by her delicate, quite female, appearance. She wasn't fond of politics.
"Election year?"
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"Almost, November 4, 2008 isn't far. The new PM's already wringing his hands about getting in bed with a Democrat," Nicholas grinned.
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"Politics." Another laugh. "It's always about getting into bed with someone."
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"You're from 2007 then? I wouldn't know what else to call it here. It's August for me now, following Tony's resignation," Nicholas nodded. He spoke lightly of the event, but truly he hadn't been fond of Mr. Blair.
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"Tensions running high, gang violence, new stories, you know the drill."
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Suffice it to say, he hadn't actually been in Los Angeles for that lovely demonstration of anarchy. He would have asked if she'd written about it, but Salvatore didn't look that old to him. Neither would he dare to ask; woman's prerogative.
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"Good news is, there is a coffee substitute out there, ah?"
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"My treat," Nicholas added, for the drink and the pastry, her company and her information.
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"And you've motivated me to go get my ass back in my apartment." She added. "Congratulations to you."
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"The pleasure's all mine, Ms. Salvatore," Nicholas accepted with a smile. "If you require any help with that, ring me," he nodded to her, "have a good day."
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She had a story to do.
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[ooc: Shall I label this a complete job X3?]
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