The Outcasts : Bad Blood

[Keira Kelly]

Sylvie had scoped out this house for the past two nights, having known that the family that lived there would be away for a total of about two weeks but wanting to be sure. It was a large house.. Hell, that was an understatement. The place was a mansion, to put it simply. Three car garages, acres of land, stone wall around the front with a metal gate across the driveway. And one hell of an electronic security system. The best that money could buy. Well.. maybe not the best. Sylvie had done her homework. Audio sensors on the window set to detect glass breaking, heat sensors at every entry point... all linking to a security centre that monitored for any alarms twenty-four seven. They even had heat-detecting sensors on flood lights to light up the yard should something of a certain size go through it.

Nothing warm could get close enough to this house, save their pet cat which she had noticed roaming around during her stake-outs, to set off anything. She crept up to the stone wall running along the side of the house which was partially hidden in bushes. All the better. Sylvie jumped, catching the top of the wall and pulling herself up and over, landing in the yard. Staring straight at her was one of those light sensors. She grinned smugly at it for a moment as it remained off. Well, only cats.. and vampires could get close. It was so easy when so many security systems were made to protect against living humans, emphasis on the living part. The only real danger was the cameras at the front and rear doors, hence the arrival at the side of the house. That and the security box was here.

Sylvie knelt down beside it, pulling a small backpack off her shoulders and began to dig through it, emerging with a screwdriver and an odd sort of box with wires. Putting the small box in her teeth for a moment, she used the screwdriver to pry open the cover of the security box. Another benefit of being a vampire was that she didn't leave finger prints.. definitely a boon when gloves, even surgical gloves, made it harder to manipulate objects finely. She took the small box, hooking it up to wires within the security box and flipped a small switch. She waited approximately thirty seconds before flipping another switch. Camera loop engaged. If the security company was monitoring cameras.. or even if the family was since there was that feature nowadays through smart phones, all they would see is an uninterrupted camera view in front of the doors. Her device also served to catch any signals sent from the alarms here towards the security centre and interrupt those.

She closed the security box door most of the way and stood, grabbing her backpack and heading for the rear entrance. She stopped at the rear door and retrieved her lockpick tools from her pack and went to work on the door lock after a wave and grin to the oblivious camera above. Within very short order came the welcoming click of the door unlocking. Putting her tools back in her back and throwing the back over one shoulder again, she opened the door and went inside.

She stopped just inside to look around. Everything was dark, quiet. As it should be. She was standing in a very large, very modern looking kitchen that likely had never had a meal cooked in it.. at least not by the actual owners. They probably had staff to do that or ordered in a lot. Sylvie knew the types. She grunted to herself at the thought. Some people just had all the luck in life, didn't they? Born into wealth, happy and health and never wanting, and just content to spend their unearned money on any whim. Well, Sylvie couldn't say that she hadn't been born into some money.. maybe not money quite like this but.. close enough. At least she earned her money now, unlike most people with money. She, like her father before her... expedited the transfer of hands of fine art and any other fancy trinkets that could be called art by some. In short, she was a cat burglar just like her infamous father. And business was good. She just had to be careful about spending her own gains.

Okay.. okay, time to work, she reminded herself. She wasn't exactly on the clock with this job but.. with the size of this house, she had a lot to search through. Bedrooms first... they were usually the hottest targets. She hustled up the stairs, taking them two at a time but gracefully keeping her steps silent, as purposeful in her movements as a dancer might be. That had been another passion in her youth.. one that burglary had overtaken when she reached her twenties and had reconnected with her estranged father. His stories had explained the urges she had had all her life and given her the bug to get into the family business, as it were.

And it had gotten her killed. On a night, much like tonight, four years ago, in a house not unlike this one, half the world away. The one difference was... it was a vampire's house and the Kindred was home... For two hours she had swept through the decadent house filled with antiques, completely unaware that she was being watched, judged and measured. Perhaps it had been luck, perhaps it had been fate that the Kindred who had been watching was one who could appreciate Sylvie's skills, her talents and even her appearance. Any other Kindred would have killed an intruder on the spot for encroaching in their haven. Anton though saw some worth in the young woman who had managed to break into his well secured home... almost undetected. Instead of just killing her, Anton had Embraced Sylvie, a terrifying experience at the time but one that she had come to see in an advantageous light over the past few years. Anton had given her knowledge and power that enabled to to more than she ever could have before. She could never repay her Sire for that at least.

As she rifled through the bedrooms, it was easy to find a rather large safe, rather badly 'hidden' within the master bedroom's closet. The safe was a typical type, one that Sylvie easily cracked and found jewellery that had to be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars inside along with other items, papers, small notebooks... She scooped everything quietly out into her backpack before transferring to look for the paintings that were on her list to acquire tonight. Those, she had carefully researched beforehand, knowing her clan's penchant and weakness for certain things. Knowing that none here would be a danger to her, she began to move room through room, looking. Until she brushed against one picture frame on the wall in a hall and learned that it hadn't been secured as well as it should have. The painting with a fairly good size frame dropped though not quite fast enough for Sylvie, who caught it about halfway down. Still, it had made a lot more sound than she would have liked, even in an empty home.

Cursing quietly to herself, she turned to put the painting down on the floor when she came face to face with a small, black cat. The cat she had seen around the past couple of nights. She knelt, moving the painting to the side, observing the cat for a moment. It was rare being able to get this close to animals without them freaking out. Animals typically just didn't like vampires but this one.. well, seemed okay with Sylvie. "Hey there, kitty..." she said, barely above a whisper. "What's ya doing? Came to investigate the noise, little cat? It's only me.. Nothing to worry about..." she said as she put a hand towards the cat, letting the animal sniff it.. even if she didn't really have much of a scent anymore, and then rubbed under the cat's chin. She smiled, feeling content at being able to interact with a cat again. It had been a long time since she had been able to have a pet.

[rivaan]

Sure enough it was as the Gangrel had expected. The source of hte sound turned out to be someone who was playing a cat burgler. It wasn't really hard to spot the paleness of theirs though. Wow, a kindred cat burglar... well it sort of made sense, especially since htey had managed to weave their way intside the mansion with the security that was rpesent. It was made to guard from humans and not cold bodied kindred. The cat just looked over the burgler woman as she nearly dropped a painting. The painting was luckily caught just in time before any damage could be caused, but the woman had noticed her now.

The burglar didn't seem too alarmed, well why should they? In front of them was just a black housecat. Mosi, observed the introduer with a typical for stoic cat manner, her tail softly moving about as teh woman knelt and reached over, so Mosi could sniff her hand. She did it, keeping the cat ruse going, and as the woman started rubbing her on teh chin, Mosi proceeded to move herself also to find the best and most pleasing spot, also rubbing her head on the woman's hand.

Quick thoughts raced through the gangrel's mind as she pondered what to do with this intruder. She wasn't thinking of causing any harm cuase she chose a time when there wasn't supposed to be anyone here. There was no danger of her hurting out anyone, so Mosi was reasonably willing to NOT deal with her on the capital way. Had the owners of this place been in any actual danger, let's just say that her Panther form was going to be the last thing this vampire woman would have seen, if she had seen it at all." Meow." Mosi meowed and let out a few purrs, before her paw reached up and started playing with the bracelet on the woman's hand, she may have pressed a lil stronger and more targeted though as she made the bracelet tumble onto the floor.

Without nary a warning though, she suddenly bit onto the thing with her small cat mouth and dashed away down the corridor along with her prize. The game was set, it was time to play. She knew the house as the back of her palm by now. Thus she dashed for another room at cat speed and when she entered the room, she dropped the bracelet on cat bed in the room, while hiding by door, waiting to see if the burglar would show up in search fo the bracelet.

[Keira Kelly]

When the cat reached out to sniff at Sylvie's hand, the Toreador did vaguely note that the animal's nose was very dry with no warmth to it but that didn't immediately raise any suspicions. Maybe it had been somewhere cold and dry, she reasoned. "Good little kitty." she cooed softly. "Aren't you cute?" she added as it meowed and purred in response, beginning to paw her her arm. "Are you hungry?" she asked. The cat's behaviour seemed to indicate it wanted.. something. Someone surely had to be dropping by to feed it, right? She smiled again, realizing the cat was trying to play with the thin gold-banded bracelet that Sylvie wore, a present from her father. It had actually been the spoils of the loot from the first and only job they had been on together and had been his way of telling her that he was proud of her. It was an item that was very dear to her.

"Hey!" she yelled out suddenly as the cat pressed the clip and the bracelet fell off. She reached out reflexively to try to grab at the item but the cat was faster, picking it up in its teeth and taking off down the hall. Sylvie didn't waste a second to give chase, leaving her backpack still in the hall. She would easily loose all the loot and tools within it to save the one item she still had from her father. The cat was very fast but... so could Sylvie be. Thanks to what she was, she had an advantage over a normal person. Controlling the Kindred blood within her, she used it to increase her speed two-fold. Now able to mostly keep up with the cat, she was hot on its tail.. only a couple meters behind it as it made a mad dash back to one of the previous bedrooms.

Coming into the room, she saw enough to see the animal drop the bracelet and take off to the side, towards where they door hung open. That didn't concern Sylvie right now as she made straight for her jewellery on the floor. Without slowing her supernatural speed, she raced over and grabbed it, stopping to carefully replace it on her wrist. She put a securing hand around the bracelet for a moment, assuring herself that it was once again with her and not going anywhere before she turned to where the cat had run. She saw it peek out just a little from behind the door at her and she stared back, her vampiric fangs showing through barely parted lips for a long moment.

Finally the Toreador reined in her anger and concern over almost losing something so precious to her, letting all that emotion wash away just as she retracted her fangs. The animal was probably going stir-crazy being left alone with its family off on vacation. She couldn't really blame a dumb animal.. and, she had her bracelet back. No harm done. Still.. she didn't quite like the way the cat was staring at her from behind the edge of the door. She paused for a moment, allowing her sense of hearing to extend; another very useful ability she had learned after becoming a vampire. She could hear a mouse moving quietly in the walls, hear a dog barking faintly down the street, hear the rare car drive by outside as if she was beside it.. What she couldn't hear though was the cat breathing. And no heartbeat. Things she should have been able to hear from this distance. No, something was surely not normal here.

She stared hard at the cat. "What are you..." she said in a low voice, but keeping her distance, making it clear that she wasn't trying to be threatening. What she was was cautious. Sylvie was ready to run, grab her stuff out in the other hallway and leave this house if that cat turned out to be a threat.

[rivaan]

Amused cat was amused as she looked from behind hte door at the really overreacting kindred in front of her. The woman seemed really concerned about the bracelet, probably a momento from her living life if she was to take a guess at it. As the burglar got more and more concerned and visibly on edge, the cat slowly walked from behind hte door, she wasn't hurrying or anything and wasn't heading to leave. Instead the cat seemed to be heading for the bed. Her tail was swaying left and right and she lept onto the bed in a single powerful jump as she landed onto the bed and laid down, feline eyes not leaving the younger kindred.

The cat then tilted it's head before the body suddenly started to shift, change and grown. Fur vanished, limbs lengthened and a white dress instead covered the body of the human who was now standing where a cat was just a few moments prior. The woman was laying on her side, with nary a concern in the world seemingly, eyes locked with amused grin onto the cat burglar. Her head was rested on her hand for support." Why don't you guess, my young cat burglar." The Gangrel asked, still amused, but she seemingly had no real intention to move from her position right now.

" I should be the one asking you that question." She added waving her other hand in dismissing manner." I'm not the one who barged into your place and tried to destroy the nice thing you had going on. What should I do to you, Cat Burglar?" She asked, lips locked in amused grin." Had I wanted you dead, you would have been dead, but luckily for you, you weren't actually a danger for the inhabitants. Guess I should congradulate you on the fact you chose to come when the owners were away. Others in your shoes might have gotten arrogant and tried to do it with the owners present."

"Still, this is currently MY place, what should I do with you, Kitten Burglar? Mind telling me why steal from here? Was it an ordered job?" Mosi may have been acting as if she owned the place, but it wasn't really that far fetched really. Cats usually acted like they owned the whole place htey were at and well if she wanted she could have bonded the family long ago. She actually enjoyed a leasurely life without obligations or anyone to deal with.

[Keira Kelly]

The way the cat moved as it came out from behind the door and headed towards the bed told Sylvie that her hunch was right: this was no ordinary animal. It wasn't so much the way it moved but the way it kept its gaze focused on the Toreador. She moved one step back towards the door, just making sure her path was clear should she need to but the cat kept its track right towards the bed, jumping up and lying down. Suddenly the form of the feline shifted, growing larger. Sylvie's jaw dropped slightly at seeing it change from the cat it was into the young woman in a dress that was now lying on the bed instead. While her first guess was some sort of shifter, she could now recognize certain clues that give away the other's species. Sylvie had heard of Kindred who could change their shape into animals but often it was wolves or bats. A cat was a new one.

The other woman started admonishing her and Sylvie bared her fangs at the implications the other was laying on her. That and that she might have made the faux pas of encroaching on another's domain. But... she had checked it out beforehand. This area was not claimed by any Kindred in particular that she knew of. "Is this your domain?" she asked, almost challenging. Almost, but not quite. "I'll walk away if it is but I've heard of no official claim to this area other than the Prince's." She really didn't like it that the other woman seemed amused by her. She wrinkled her nose in a grimace. "Why would I break in if there were people here? That's just sheer stupidity... If they want to risk getting caught, that's on them. I'm an artist when it comes to burgling, they can just be the hacks they are and get themselves caught while I get away with the goods..." she answered slowly. "I am no hack."

She went over again in her head a map of the city, how it was split between different Kindred. Technically the whole domain of the city was owned by the Prince but she would appoint.. or reward others with overseeing desirable areas. This definitely was a desirable area but as far as Sylvie had gleaned, it was still merely the Prince's area... and added to that, the laws of Domain generally didn't cover theft except for things personally owned by Kindred. This house.. was definitely owned by a Kine family. "Let it be known that this place is yours, claim it officially at Elysium and you won't have the problem of others encroaching on your turf in the future." she retorted.

She frowned, pausing for a long, moment, deciding how to answer. "Yes, it was an ordered job. I was being paid to take something specific." she answered honestly. What she wouldn't do though is betray whom her buyer was. "These people have a piece of art that someone else wants." Now how the hell was she going to renege on her promise of obtaining the painting? Not that she couldn't but it would destroy her reputation. And that particular buyer would not be happy. Being a Kine though, he had no clue who and more importantly what he had been dealing with, so Sylvie wan't really worried about danger, but... Damn!

An idea sprang up though. She retracted her fangs, taking on a more confident stance, confident but non-threatening. "Let me take the painting I need and I'll steal for you. Anything you want. Just name it." she offered. If this woman in the white dress accepted, it would solve a lot of problems. Though the woman was a shifter, likely a Gangrel, and able to be a cat, well.. even a cat couldn't get in everywhere. In this instance, Sylvie would even be willing to break her unwritten rule about stealing from other Kindred if this woman accepted and named an item owned by one of their own kind. "Can we make a deal?"

[rivaan]

"Hee..." Mosi was amused as the younger kindred started laying down some accusations of her own in defense of her presence here such as domains and the lack of Mosi's statement about domain ownership. Mosi let out a soft laughter at it with amused grin on her face." Who's speaking about domain, kitty burglar?" She asked amused." Besides even if this place wasn't a domain, do you mean that the lack of domain ownership covers thefts?" She asked grinning." I claim a home, not a domain. I live here and your theft could cause me problems in the long run, I'm pretty in my place to object to it." She stated flatly as she listened afterwards to the rest of what Sylvie had to say.

Mosi made a little theatrically surprised face as the woman proposed a deal. She then made a pondering face for a little while, still laying on the bed, but now playing with a lock of her hair as she seemed in thought for a while." Hmm, the kitty burglar want's to make a deal. Teehee... Well.. hmmm... I'm not really in a need of..." She suddenly stopped speaking as she thought of something that could save her some bother." Hmm... I guess this might be your lucky day, Kitty Burglar." She stated with a smile, still unmoving from her position.

"You see, there might just be a favor you could do to me, to allow you to grab the painting." Mosi stated." Since you are so eager to do it and did say ANYTHING..." She said beating around hte bush on purpose, dragging it out to build up atmosphere and the mood." At the central police evidence storage..." She suddenly grinned, throwing a look at the cat burglar, checkign her reaction.

"At the central evidence storage, there's a certain PC harddrive I need you to go grab for me. It has come to my attention that the harddrive is there and I think I need it." She stated not really rushed about it or seemingly too interested, but she was sending her there non the less." It's in the unsolved murders sections, evidence under the name of Jane Sheppard." The woman in white stated with happy smile." You can take the painting, but I'm expecting the harddrive in 3 days tops." She suddenly gave an ultimatum." After that I'm coming for you, but if you bring it to me earlier than that, I might just thrown in an extra pay on top of the painting. How much I pay you and if I pay you on top will depend on how soon you bring it to me~ "

With that said she started suddenly paying attention to her nails as if she lost interest in Sylvie." You better get going, Kitty burglar." She stated after a few seconds." You never know if a pet might not trigger the alarm by breakign something if it feels nervous after another 5 minutes because someone's still at the house that shouldn't be... Also remember that painting only." Mosi grinned innocently as her body started shifting again back to that of a cat. A cat that was sitting like a sphinx, before it suddenly yawned and stretched in bored manner, eyeing Sylvie and then a eyeing the alarm sensor on the windowframe as it to underline what she had just said earlier.

[Keira Kelly]

Sylvie's expression was dark as she regarded the other woman, the other Kindred. She did not like the woman's amusement at her expense. Besides, Sylvie was perfectly in the right to steal from this place... or any others she wanted, as long as she respected Domain. And a Domain could be as big as a city.. or as small as one house. It prevented misunderstandings such as this amongst Kindred. It was only.. polite. To be honest, opposite how this other woman was making this seem like Sylvie's mistake, her own clan would have considered this a faux pas on the part of this woman. That told Sylvie, at least, that this woman.. if she was Camarilla, operated on the fringes of it at best. Was she Sabbat? Doubtful. No Sabbat would care for a human family so. Anarch? Maybe, but they might as well have been Camarilla anyways. Close enough if so.

Sylvie shrugged nonchalantly, staring back with half-hooded eyes. "If this wasn't your domain.. then no, theft would not be covered." she answered. She gave a half smile. "I steal. Before I was Embraced, I stole. My father did as well, all his life. Material property is transitory anyways. It outlasts the people that covet it. And if someone is willing to pay for it and the owner doesn't care for it enough to make sure its supremely secure, then no, they don't deserve it anymore than anyone else does." she answered self-righteously. She bowed her head and shoulders though, hands facing out in a half-curtsy. "If you claim this Domain though, this house, I will respect it." She did hope her offer of work though would allow her to make a deal with this odd woman.

She felt a sinking feeling as the woman began to answer no but then she paused, then reversed the decision. Sylvie smiled at the luck that this woman was, in fact, willing to make a deal after all. She nodded. "I did say anything. I haven't found a job yet that I haven't been able to crack." she confirmed, eager to hear what it was. Ah, finally to the meat of the matter. Another sinking feeling, though smaller, at hearing the location. Police Central Storage. Dead square in the police headquarters downtown. A place swarming with cops at all hours. Her expression turned into a smile as she came up with the start of a plan on the spot. This was doable. This was more than doable. With the tricks she had learned as a Kindred, this should be a piece of cake to pull off. There was the issue of the security cameras. She wouldn't be able to get around that... unless... She'd have to pull up the specs but... she could find the right gadgets to defeat even those.

She threw the smiling look at the woman. "Done." she said simply. The details that it was a piece of evidence for a murder didn't really affect her much. Kindred killed sometimes. It happened, whether a mistake or on purpose. While Sylvie wasn't a killer herself, she was not on the right side of the law either so who was she to judge. She noted down in her head though the name that this woman mentioned. Jane Sheppard. Perhaps that was this woman? It didn't really matter. Sylvie was used to not dealing in names. If this woman wanted to give her information, that was up to her. She was a client now and Sylvie knew better than to push, even out of curiosity. She smiled again, smugly. "I'll have it for you tomorrow night." she answered. The offer of payment on top of the painting surprised her but she would never turn down such an advantageous deal.

She frowned at the dismissive gesture of the other woman. Had to be a Gangrel with that sort of lack of manners. And the ability to control animals apparently.. and change into one. No doubt a Gangrel. She scowled at the warning to leave the rest of the loot she had picked up. Well, whatever payment would be on top of the painting had better more than make up for what she was walking away from tonight.. and what she was walking away from tonight wasn't paltry in the slightest. Without a further word, she turned away from the now-cat Gangrel and headed to where she had left her bag. That sort of disdainful attitude she had been treated with had not been necessary. She cleared out her bag of the jewellery she had taken, but kept the painting, fitting it carefully inside before doing it up. The jewellery, she left on a small table in the hall. Let the cat sort that out. She had ordered Sylvie out so she could take the time to deal with it herself.

Sylvie, bag on her back, quickly now made her way out of the house the same way she had come in, stopping outside only to retrieve her camera loop device at the side of the house before hopping back over the surrounding wall and making off into the night.

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The next night, 4 am or so
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Sylvie, wearing the dark blue uniform of a Toronto cop stepped up to the front door of the same house she had broken in last night. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, gun at her hip, radio on her shoulder and looking every bit as accurate as a real cop would look. She had better well be, the stealing of this uniform and especially the gun had been the hardest part of this whole job. In her left hand, she held her backpack, as if she were a cop returning an item, or coming to question someone about it. She knocked at the door, standing and waiting. This time, she was acutely aware of the security camera that would have seen her on her approach to the front door, though there was a dead zone right at the front door in the camera coverage of the property. It would see her but it would mark her just as a cop doing their job. And she knew the resolution was low enough that facial recognition would be nearly impossible. They would just know it was a woman cop with light, longish hair and, at the moment, she now stood in the dead zone.

She rapped at the door again, wondering if the Gangrel woman was actually still around. Sylvie had told her that she would have that hard drive by tonight and so she did. Hell, could this woman even open up the front door without setting off the alarm? She had claimed Domain on the house. She had better as hell have access to that. Sylvie just really wanted to offload the item and have her 'debt' paid off. She had sent off the painting last night and had gotten her payment for that. Well, half her payment. This Gangrel owed her the rest tonight....

[rivaan]

Mosi was currently kicking free and having a jolly good time drinking blood from a bloodbank while loundging out in the big armchair watching tv, swinging her legs back and forthover the armrest as she was lounging sideways. She was free to do whatever she wished now. There were no obligations, no big conspiracies to chase, no people to assassinate and no camarila elders to listen to. This was heaven, the house keepers had discovered the missing picture, but no one found anythign in hte police so it was just reported to the owners via phone call. They were very chill about it, mostly because they were well off people, just made sure to reprimand the security firm and have them install better security later.

The entire night was really well spend enjoying everything as she wondered if the kitten would return, eventually she heard someone at the door and smiled. Looking out the peephole she spied the kitten in a police uniform. Kitten worked fast it seemed. She smilingly opened the doorway slightly showing herself to the kitten before opening hte door more as she left hte doorway, seemingly waiting for the burglar girl to join her inside.

"I see you have the goodie? Okey hand it over, I've got your payment right there." She pointed at a bag that was sitting on a nearby table. It was a heavy thing, after all it contained 3 solid gold bars each worth around 40k us dollars and a smaller bag with a bunch of raw gems of good quality also. All in all it was about 200k worth of gold and gems in that bag. Sure enough the younger kindred pulled a harddrive from her backpack and Mosi grabbed it with a huge smirk as she started playing with it. It was in a plastic baggie, but the gangrel quickly pulled it out of it. She then inspected it good from every angle before nodding in pleased manner when she confirmed no one had actually opened it. Ahh the grief all those who were searching for the files would have if htey knew where the flashdrive was actually hidden. In plain sight, but at the very last place they would search for... the old saying went hide the book in the library, well she hid the book inside another book inside a library.

"So how do you find the payment? I believe it's suitable, no?" Mosi asked with self pleased expression, especially since she darn well knew the difficulty of happening upon so much gold and high quality uncut gems right there. These weren't something that was easy to come by these days, but then gain she wasn't from these days now was she? She had a lot of assets and hidden wealth. Old investments taken in secret, she was well off and kept that fact a good secret and she had stashes of money and other goods hidden well all across the continent.

She then pulled herself a new bloodbag and this time a glass too, pouring herself the blood in the glass as she took a seat on the armchair almost as how someone of high status would, gently rocking her glass causing the blood to swirl inside the glass as she observed the kitten burglar." With this, our small deal should be fulfilled I believe." Mosi said, eyes locked on the burglar like a feline on a prey." Though I suppose I have a use for a kitten burglar every now and then. Interested in eventually doing more chores for me, kitten?"

[Keira Kelly]

Finally, Sylvie thought she could hear a little bit of movement within and after a moment, the door lock clunked and the door began to open, revealing the... woman from the night before. Sylvie narrowed her eyes slightly, taking in the Gangrel's almost flaunting body language. The other woman smiled at her then moved away, leaving the open door as an invitation. With a slightly distasteful cast to her lips, she followed inside, closing the door behind her and studied the other woman more fully now. There was definitely a dangerous arrogance to that one and that was enough to make Sylvie cautious. And the blood bag... Drinking from it so carelessly only added to that arrogance, the woman acting as if she owned the place still. Well, at least the Toreador was here at this other one's allowance this time.

She nodded in reply as she reached into the backpack she held, pulling out a baggie which held a hard drive, holding it tightly. She wasn't going to give it up until she saw the payment. Which was promptly pointed out... and sitting right there. A quick glance from here told Sylvie that.. well, it had something substantial and the bit of a gold bar she could see from here... not bat at all. She allowed the Gangrel to grab the hard drive without complaint as the Toreador heading to the payment bag to look it over. Her eyes widened at seeing what the bag contained. Okay, yeah.. yeah.. that would do to cover what she could have made ripping off the small valuables here... The gold and the gems would definitely fetch a pretty penny. She smiled, content at the trade. In the end, Sylvie had done far more work than she should have had to to get what she ended up with but.. well, it was what it was and at least this was close compensation. Besides, breaking into the cop-shop had kinda been fun. And she had this lovely uniform now too!

She picked up the duffel back, putting the strap over her shoulder to help deal with the weight and turned back, nodding. "Very suitable." she answered. Suitable enough anyways. Instead of dismissing the burglar though, the woman motioned for Sylvie to follow her as the Gangrel headed back further into the house, grabbing another blood bag and sitting in an arm chair in the opulent living room. Sylvie stood, as straight-backed as she could with the heavy bag hanging off one shoulder, as she watched and waited cautiously to see what the other woman wanted. She was about to reply that yes, the deal was fulfilled when the other woman continued. Sylvie's eyes narrowed at the words, thinking about the offer.

"I guess it depends how well these... 'chores' pay, and what they are." she answered finally. "Right now, I'm my own boss. I take contracts as I see fit." She didn't add 'when they come in' to that though; sometimes there were long dry spells. Truth be told, the one for the painting from this house had been the first in weeks that had crossed her lap. Since the recession in the 2000's, the buying, trading and stealing of art had.. slowed. Considerably.

She bit her lip for a moment. "If it pays well, and the task interests me, then I suppose that I am interested in extending this.. working relationship." She arched an eyebrow beneath her stolen police hat. "I do hope by chores you mean something that suits my set of skills. Because I am no lap-dog. I will say that right now." she warned. She had the impression this Gangrel was older and likely far more powerful than she was but... at the same time, Sylvie was Toreador and it was upon her to uphold the status of her clan. She cocked her head to the side slightly. "And my name is Sylvie." she said, realizing that they had not exchanged names at all the night before. She relaxed her shoulders slightly from the defensive stance she had been holding. "Now, if you want to work together, tell me the sort of work you have in mind, if you please...S'il vous plait."

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"Ohh my chores are always profitable!" Mosi smiled as she was acting really pleased of the situation." As you can see right now." She grinned, nodding at the reward she had provided." They are usually minor things. Bring me this or that from somewhere, or bring something to somewhere. You know... chores. Like the one you just performed." She shrugged in innocent manner." Pay would be suitable for each task of course. A helping hand should be well rewarded. This is how business is ran!"

Mosi was well pleased with this woman. Such a helpful little kitten. So young, so proud and so brave. She seemed eager to build her base and get some profile going. Most young toreador were. They needed the spotlight after all, it was in their blood and all that.

"Ahh, that's a nice name. Kitten Burglar Sylvie. It rolls out the tongue quite well." She nodded, speaking it in a nice melodic way as she was amused by it." You can call me Cath." She said with direct voice as if it was all normal here." I htink I will call you Kitten though. It's more appropriate." She nodded to her own remark as she was thinking about it.

"Aww, french~ adorable. Well I COULD tell you about it, but think is it's not really a discussion for tonight." She finally said with a shrug of her shoulders." But since you insist about it. I will tell you of the next job, but this one doesn't really have a time limit. You could do it whenever you want. Other more time pressing matters will be said as they arrive." Mosi explained, sipping from the wine glass with blood." Royal Bank...." SHe started casually.

"The main branch manager for the city has a really nice safe in his wall right behind his work desk at his home." She smiled." In that safe there should be some papers. I want those papers, bring me a copy and and I will reward you the same way I did tonight." The bank was controled in the shadows by Ventrue, but it shouldn't really mind for something like this job." If you bring me the originals instead, I will throw in some bonus gems on top of it and additional Gem if you replace his testosterone pills with estrogen. Take a photo to confirm that." SHe grinned in a foxy way.

All in all, Mosi was going to be stirring a lot of troubles from now on. She had dirt on a lot of people in this city and beyond, and those who knew it would be searching for that ledger aka the flashdrive she hide inside the harddrive. Now the last known trace led to this kitten burglar. It would be curious to see how Kitten burglar deals with it when kindred of greater age and power start coming to her for the ledger. She suspected that even prince Kelly might be forced to interfere eventually if outside of town kindred start to cause troubles which they surely will. This was the camarilla we are talking about, politics were hte main way to pass the time and her ledger was like the holy grail." Well, you better rest well today, Kitten. Also don't search for me here anymore, you won't find me. I will find you next time~ Well I won't be sending you out."