Summoned

[Raylexing]

Amar had received a message on the phone that Ziva had given him. He thought perhaps it would be some sort of hit. He could use the extra cash, and was excited as he answered the phone. But the voice on the other end merely said one sentence, telling him to come to The Edge, before hanging up.

Amar was annoyed that the voice didn't explain the reasoning of his summoning. It was probably for some sort of security measure, but it was still annoying. He wondered about what it could possibly be as he made his way to one of the sorority parties on campus. Ziva could wait a few hours, he thought, after all she never said when he should come.

After getting his party on with sorority sisters, Amar left campus feeling fresh. He had been able to feed from two female kine at the party, a lucky treat for him. From campus he made his way over to The Edge. The same bouncer was as the foot of the stairs leading to the VIP room, but this time he let Amar go upstairs freely. Amar found it odd that he didn't have to bribe the brujah again... perhaps Ziva had prepared for his arrival and planned ahead. Walking up to the VIP room, he looked around for Ziva. He saw many of the other members lounging about, dressed in a more professional manner than he. Amar was in his usual party attire; a fancy striped button-down collared shirt with jeans and green shoes. He ignored the people for now and looked for Ziva specifically.

[Kiala]

Ziva was to say the least annoyed. She had called Amar soon after sunset, and the young Assamite had yet to show up. She expected a certain degree of professionalism from Assamite’s. When a client gets in contact with her she makes an effort to see them within an hour after she received the call. The young Assamite was proving to be a disappointment. She sat in the corner of the VIP lounge in her private booth and quietly sipped a glass of blood wine. She had expected a higher degree of discipline from one who had been embraced as a soldier. Apparently she was giving the young kindred to much credit.

Ziva was informed of his arrival well past midnight. She decided not to make things easy on him. She continued to sit in the corner booth and when he started nearing her, she rose. She ignored him for the better part of an hour and entertained various kindred. She turned a venomous smile on him at one point and said, “I hope you don’t mind waiting a little while…seeing as you have kept me waiting.” Finally she takes the young Assamite into her office and has him sit down.

“I would have assumed, courtesy alone would have dictated that you come soon after I called…I could even have overlooked you having to feed, wich by your skin tone you have…but from the smell of alcohol and…sex, it is obvious you found other things more pressing.” She poured him a glass of a very old blood wine from her personal stock.

“despite your tardiness, you come highly recommended, and I and a mutual friend of mine have decided to see if you could make it within our organization”

[Raylexing]

Amar saw Ziva was busy with other guests, so he decided to talk to some of the guests himself until she was free from her duties as the barkeep. He had spent about an hour chatting to the various women around, inviting some downstairs to the dance floor. When Ziva tried to taunt him with the agonizing task of waiting, he was stuffing a sheet of paper into his pocket. It was the second phone number he received that night. Amar was perfectly capable of entertaining himself while Ziva overreacted.

After a few more minutes, she has him come to her office. The time for business was now, and Amar promised the girl he was chatting with that he would call later as he left for the office. The first thing Ziva talked about was that which concerned what Amar was doing before.

Amar answered her, "Is it so bad that I have my own life? I can't have you interrupting me whenever you see fit. I've been a soldier for quite a long time, and it feels so good to be the master of my own schedule. I wouldn't want to go back to that previous life. If this organization of yours that you would like me to join is going to require me to dedicate myself fully to it, you may want to reconsider letting me in." His eyes and facial features were deadly serious during this little speech, a rare occurrence. He wasn't joking around about this.

"But if you need someone to occasionally help out, I would certainly be honored to do that much," he added. Amar wasn't going to serve anyone after the revolutions he has been through with the Army. He enjoyed his independence. Based on her reactions to him being late, he guessed that this would be something he'd have to invest himself in, and if that were the case, he'd have to be in charge of what he did to be satisfied. He waited for her reaction, or perhaps for more details on the organization.

[The Saint]

"It would be an awful waste of a corpse for just a simple errand boy... don't you think, Ziva?" A voice rang from the corner, a shadow without a face. The voice had no distinctive qualities, cept for maybe a very formal tone to it, but other than that nothing special. "No.. in order for us to invest in you... you must invest in us. We're not asking for every second of your night... but we are asking for your unlife." A small desklight was then flipped on eliminating the shadows from the corner of the office. One would've been surprised to have no seen the creature there before. He was wearing a colonial outfit, a powdered wig, and a white ceramic mask with mild decorations. Not an inch of his skin could be seen, even his hands covered in gloves.

The Nosferatu then leaned forward examining Amar. The black holes where his eyes should be would not give away exactly what he was looking at, but those who were being stared at by Mr. Nothing had a tendency to have the hairs on the back of their neck stand up. It was just an odd feeling he crept over people. It wasn't something he intended to do, just something he did without really meaning to. "Ah! But forgive me. I am Mr. Nothing, but today I am something to you." The creature who was widely considered a myth in New York introduced himself. Mr. Nothing, a man who didn't exist to anyone but those who paid the highest price.

[Kiala]

Ziva listens to Amar’s little rant, completely unimpressed. She waited out his little speech, sipping her wine. The young Assamite had a point wich she was willing to succeed to. He had his own un-life and she could respect that. She doesn’t bother to answer for she knew her partner was about to make his presence known. Mr. Nothing had a flair for the dramatic. She wouldn’t have her old friend any other way. Leaning against her desk Ziva crossed one arm over her chest and watched in interest. She was one of the few kindred no unnerved by Mr. Nothing. They had been in business with one another for over six decades.

“Quite a waste my old friend…you see Amar between the two of us, Mr. Nothing and I know everything about you…we know your hits. Your accomplishments, your failures.” Ziva removes a file from her desk and places it in front of the young kindred. Inside is a detailed account of young Amar’s career. There is even one page involving his herd. “Mr. Nothing and I have been working together for some time, and we are founders of a rather…exclusive organization. We are all assassins, and we come from every possible clan in the world of the kindred.”

“There is but one test you must pass…if you pass, you live…failure will end in your final death”

[Raylexing]

Ah, a Nosferatu was in Amar's presence now. Amar had the good sense to not judge the man based on his appearance. He had quite a few Nosferatu clients over his career and knew if you wanted to get on their good side, don't treat them like they are deformed.

"You both haven't told me anything as of what this organization even is, other than a group of assassins. What are your ideals, what are your goals? What are you trying to accomplish? It's of no matter right now, though. I'll find out after I pass this test of yours," replied Amar, grinning confidently. He was a daredevil, and would always accept a challenge given to him. He didn't care that they had a file on him. Words can only convey so much, and there was nothing he was hiding. Amar didn't even address it.

He made an effort to ready himself, knowing that the test could begin at any moment's notice now. While the two in front of him gave their responses, he checked all around him to find out his surroundings: how many people were there in the club, where were the exits, etc.

[The Saint]

The Assamite was confident. This was usually a good sign. It also could be a bad sign as overconfidence has ended many good people. "So eager to pass our test. It is good you are willing, because we are not accustomed to informing people about our exclusive little group before they've even agreed to join or die." Mr. Nothing mused, touching the tips of his gloved digits together. He then looked over at Ziva and addressed her while stroking the chin of his mask. "We shall plan the test. The night is wasted away.... But the rest of the night shall not be wasted. Ziva, shall you inform the Prince of the test, or shall I do it this time?" The Nosferatu asked.

Because of the brutality of the test it had to be passed by the Prince who was at this time their chief employer. As well they had to ask the Prince to ban the initiate from all Elysiums in the city on the night of the test, so that they may not take the cheap way out and wait in an Elysium all night. The Nosferatu pushed his mask against his face. "Understand we must deal with the government of the city, which can get a little... complicated. It may take a few nights to plan your initiation test as special permission must be given to the Prince, and then the Prince must warn others in the domain to not interfere and.. well it gets rather complicated in the long run." He explained.