>>6332022Impressively, the smell of mildew is stronger than the stench of cigarette smoke, which clings to all of the fabric and the walls like a thick mucus lining the inside of an organ. The furniture is cheap, plastic, scuffed, and stained. The wallpaper is a dark, dense pattern of lines that you find unattractive. <span class="mu-s">Syd</span> is laid up on one of the beds, the farther of the two. He isn't using it at the moment, but he has a little mind trick he can use to make himself appear to someone as whoever they're expecting to see, or just a random nobody. But it's only an illusion - it doesn't change his face, only hides it by letting people's eyes see what they want to see. What they definitely wouldn't want to see, is the true face of Sawtooth Syd. Corpselike, clammy, pale skin. Stringy unwashed hair. Jaundiced, sick eyes. Big, gnarled fangs that protrude out from his mouth and over thin lips. Syd is a textbook example of the <span class="mu-s">Nosferatu</span> clan. Despite his monstrous features, he's dressed like a stoner collecting unemployment, with dirty plaid pajama pants on, a T shirt that says, 'Orgasm Donor', and a saggy beanie. His feet are bare, mud-caked, and clawed.
You speak first. <span class="mu-g">"Good evening, Sydney. I appreciate your attending to me on such short notice."</span> You pause, putting your hands back into your pockets, and lean against the wall near the entrance. <span class="mu-g">"Keeping well I hope?"</span>
He sneers, which registers more like a snarl. "Same as ever, Black. Still a rat-licker bent over the bottom of the totem pole. Still crawling around in the mud." Something akin to a smile plays at the corners of his mouth. "That's why I like our little playdates. You pack a lunch?"
<span class="mu-s">How do you want to deal with this?</span>
>Information first, snacks later. Be firm with him. Syd knows the score - plenty of vampires might be able to take you in a fight, but he isn't one of them, and a scant few would survive the hell that would come down after, he definitely isn't one of them. You don't want the freaks thinking they can call the shots.>Sure, give me a moment, I already have one in the wings. Grab one of the girls from the other room and bring her here. With a snot like Syd, it's best to play to his ego and appetite, let him loosen his lips with fresh blood. >You're in luck, I scored two, and I expect an equitable compensation. Bring both of them down here and let Syd have them both. >Write-in 