Music, pounding, beating on his hearing. Why was it all so loud? What whispers where they trying to cover with the noise? What news did they wish to hide from him? It was irrelevant. He would find out, no matter what protections they put in place. Marius was too trusting, accepting what they told him at face value, he needed Morgan to keep a vigilant watch for those that plotted behind their backs.
Morgan glanced out of the corner of his eye, taking in the redhead in the beret standing at her usual post, next to the stairs. She was the epitome of the Anarch stereotype; brash, loud, and violent. Morgan watched as she shouted towards one of the others, something about needing to send some people to check out if a tip about a Sabbat fortress was legitimate. Why did she have to shout it? She could have just walked over to the black man she spoke to. What was his name? Ah, Skelter, that's right.
They were irritating creatures, just like everyone else in this city. Morgan watched them as the redhead shouted down the stairwell to speak to the black man on the first floor. They were beginning to severely irritate him, constantly speaking, constantly making unnecessary noise. They were probably speaking in code, or something similar, planning treachery right in front of him! Clever, but not clever enough, oh no, not by half. Listening now, he was almost sure that was what it was, he could very nearly hear the code words.
Morgan's eyes closed, steadying his nerves. All it would take is a quick movement, and the redhead would be done. All her treasonous ways would be cleansed with just one bullet. As his hand inched towards the inside pocket of his jacket which held the revolver, a laugh paused his hand. Glancing over to where Marius was speaking with the leader, Nines. Oh, right. The Anarchs were allies, weren't they? In fact, Morgan was almost positive that he was an Anarch himself, now that he thought about it. Atleast for the moment, but who knew how long that would last? None of the traitors of this city would even risk their own hides for them out of the kindness of their hearts. Why should he do it for them? At the moment, they were the enemy of the enemy, and that was it. He would let the redhead live for now, but he would watch her. Her, and all the others, just in case.
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Marius was discussing business with Nines, constantly glancing out at the corners of his eye to watch his partner. Morgan could be…erratic at times, and needed to be observed to stop him from making any really regrettable decisions. "So this new prince, Archibald, any news on him"
Nines shrugged, scratching at the back of his head. "That new Cammy poster boy isn't that well know. He was the Ventrue Primogen of New York, I think, and saw the opportunity to become a full-fledged prince out here. He doesn't look near as devious as LaCroix did though, and you and the Malk handled him fine, so I doubt this new guy will be much of an issue." Nines shifted his gaze toward the Kook sitting at the table, who had been staring at Damsel for some reason. "I think your Lunatic has the hots for Damsel."
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She is still shouting. It would be easy, shoot Nines with the revolver, bullet causes him to jump back. Flip the table to catch her off guard, unsheathe sword, bury it in her stomach. Raise left arm to stop reactionary punch, accept broken ulna from potence-fuelled punch, and bite the throat, ripping out the jugular. So easy.
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Marius glanced towards them and gave a noncommittal grunt. If it had been anyone other than Morgan, he would've agreed. As it was… "Maybe, I dunno. He is a Malkavian, after all." Nines laughed and slapped his shoulder, before reaching into his shirt pocket and withdrawing an envelope.
"Sabbat are working on the outskirts of L.A. now. Ever since you two killed the Fiend that ran them last year, they've been laying low. Something's got them al stirred up again. Do the cause a favour and go check into, alright? We'll make sure you get paid proper for it." At this, Nines paused a moment, before considering something. "Also, the Voerman sisters wanted me to let you know that they have a job for you. If nothing else, stop by so that they'll quite bugging me."
Marius gave a huge grin at this, already hoping that Jeanette would be there when they arrived. "Sure, we'll head on over. Thanks Nines." And if, due to an unfortunate twist of fate, it was Therese there instead, he could always let Morgan handle it. Those two were some of the few people the Madman was atleast somewhat willing to trust. Maybe it was because they were both Malkavian, who knew? Gesturing towards his partner, Marius made for the steps.
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Standing up, Morgan gathered his cane and unruffled his coat, nodding slightly to the Anarch leader and his subordinate on his way down the stairs. "Mr. Nines, Ms. Damsel, good evening." Quickly pacing after his companion, Morgan drew up alongside the Gangrel just as they made it to the bottom level. "Mr. Skelter, Mr. Jack" Nodding to them both in turn, the Malkavian watched as Marius gave an exuberant goodbye to the two of them, slapping them on the back and laughing at a parting joke.
As they left the Last Round and climbed into the blue convertible that Smiling Jack had sold them, Morgan quirked his head slightly. "So we are off to see the Voermans then? Where the Lunatics run the Asylum?" That last almost caused the Malkavian to smile as he said it, but managed to restrain himself. This was not a joking matter, no matter how much he liked the deranged individual who considered herself two people, she was still a Malkavian, and while that made them kin, it also meant she was unstable. Anything could set her off, and Morgan did not like to be put in a situation where he didn't know what to expect. "I suppose I shall be doing the bartering then, one Lunatic to the other?"
Marius gave a bark of laughter. "Sure you will, if its Therese. I think I could get a better deal from Jeanette though."
