Getting packed (Samuel)

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

Monica looked in her closet she had some warmer weather stuff mostly shades of blues and blacks occasional pops of color and shine  picking 3 of her most versatile and ready to wear tops and two pants one skirt and a dress that wouldn't wrinkle she rolled them tight put them with comfortable shoes and a workout outfit. All packed and with a hint of room incase she  shopped down there,she sat on the edge of the bed and dialed a number listening to it ring. When the click came,

" Hey Im ready for the airport in the morning if your can get away, I didn't know if um you still wanted to go with me or not."

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

Samuel had expected a visit form the former Chicagoan newly declared and seemingly accepted Master of New York. Having come from Chicago he knew that without a shadow of a doubt the man had dealings with his brother. That alone should have had Samuel on the man’s radar as people to deal with one way or another. It had taken far more work than one would suppose in vampire proofing his men and his holdings. Even with all of the work he had accomplished he knew that there were no guarantees as such he had utilized several layers of early warning. A vampire could not even accidentally traipse across his holdings without a slew of precautions kicking into place designed to isolate anyone and everyone that came into direct contact with them. A bit much and far more heavy handed than he was normally. He however was sure that the precautions were necessary as he came into the presence of the Master.

Eliachem formerly simply known as Eli the scourge of Dallas, Miami, Las Vegas, and several other cities on the West Coast. It had taken several months to compile a list of the man’s past deeds so as to get a mental grasp of the man. The one thing he knew for sure was the man was to not be trusted. Under any circumstance. It was interesting that the only city where the man had not left a trail of bodies was Chicago. Samuel as such didn’t bother to reach out to his brother he instead and riskily reached out to the Vindex there. He was as blunt and purposefully tactless as Samuel remembered. His estimation of Eliachem was as bleak as he expected. He was a cipher by and large his only real action of note was engineering the coup that ran Isadora out of the city. Strangely enough he hadn’t arranged her death merely her abdication. That in and of itself a feat never before done made dealing him far more interesting.

So it was with some bulk interest that Samuel saw the man when he came calling. Hearing his plans was interesting. As unlike most of his dealings Eliachem was straightforward. He laid out plans in some detail as to what he was hoping to accomplish. He left very little to the imagination. Including his instinctual enmity of and with the Church of Eternal Life. Samuel listened intently measuring the man’s words for truth as well as intent. He wasn’t holding anything out of the conversation which made Samuel insure his guard was up. The truth was he was examining the man’s plans for holes all he found was the seeming irrational hate of the CoEL. He wouldn’t allow the fire in the man to infect him. He knew an emotional response was a surefire way to lay even the best plans to waste. What did shock him not that he let on was that Eliachem had not killed any of the former court he had them bricked into the walls of Arthur Kill.

Hearing such a well guarded secret Samuel knew that he was now on the inside of Eliachems kiss whether he wanted to be or not. It was a great play on the mans part. It was also one of the many first steps of a great confidence game. Building a sense of trust by trusting the other person. Eliachem was the Loki he heard news of. It made him wonder how many more places the man had struck without there being a trace of him left to be found. He was sure that was the case. As if reading his mind Eliachem chose then to laugh and begin his departure. There was a lot to consider. Which was what Samuel did. He spent the night going over what had been discussed, his role in what was to come, and how Eliachem knew that he had plans in place to leave the city for a spell. It all in all added up to a picture that he was not entirely sure he liked or could do anything about.

It was near six in the morning when he pulled himself out of his thoughts and the compiled information he’d gathered. Looking at the clock he knew that Monica would be waking and preparing for her flight. He smiled as he gathered his things heading to the waiting car.

The stop for coffee and her morning tea had taken a bit longer than he’d planned but even with the delay he arrived at her doorway just as his phone vibrated with her text. He read it quickly firing off a reply…’Can’t fly with you on your flight. But there is a car waiting for you outside your apartment.’ The truth was there were four cars along the block and a rotating six car trail team along the route. He wouldn’t risk her safety for anything. His being near her brought added danger to her life but he couldn’t stay away. She brought a certain joy to his life that he wasn’t sure he wanted to do without. They’d had to be more circumspect in their dealings but he knew they could make things work.

The idea of being in such a close proximity to police from around the country was not his idea of fun especially the dealings he’d had over the course of his life. He was on the surface as clean as freshly driven snow but cops were curious they seldomly settled for what was easily viewable. They as a matter of cause had almost as bleak an image of the world as he did. Even with a shared view he and Monica enjoyed each others company which was more than enough for him. He couldn’t wait to take in her joy with the plans he had for their flight.

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

Reading his text she grabbed her bag but tried her best not to pout because she thought it meant he wouldnt see her till after shed already arrived. She knew they had to be careful but something about him made her want to throw caution to the wind. She sighed and headed down bags bumping along behind she smiled to the driver who she recognized and then put her own bags in the trunk. Finally with out looking she slid into the back seat phone in hand prepared to text him back when she felt him. His aura enveloped her and made her look up. 

The smile that split her face was radiant and pure and she squealed in girlish delight, and pounced him happy to see him." You faker made me think you weren't coming till later."

Peppering his jaw in kisses and then noticing the tea she grinned and took it  sitting back to sipp it letting it warm her, he'd gotten it perfect her favorite plantation mint with a hint of lemon and only 2 sugars. It would settle her stomach before flying, she had  been on planes often but it never got any easier and even as a cop traveling there were rules. Gun needing to be checked and even tho you generally got through customs quicker there were still forms and issues at times.  The others going had left already or would leave after here they liked to stagger them on the flights. 

Wiggling softly in her seat while the car glided toward the BQE. " So anything intresting happen lately?"

She was curious and trying not to paw him like a randy teen.

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

Monica’s happiness at seeing him made him far happier than anyone would think possible from him. He managed to play it cool and not smile his face in in half but just barely. He could barely contain himself but he settled with taking her in. The whole of her from her relish of her morning tea to the sheer pleasure she had at seeing him. Inhaling her like the feast to the senses she was he let her savor her drink before speaking. It gave him time to compose himself.

"You should know I’d never lie to you." In fact that was a bit of a razor sharp slice as he never lied at all but it was a pointed fact that he wouldn’t even come as close as he did with others. He held her in such high regards that he would rather fail a thousand times over than betray her trust. “I sadly can’t fly with you. Especially as you officially checked in and flew out yesterday. But you can fly with me we’ll be wheels up in about forty-five minutes and you can fly with all of your tools. Unless… You’d like to maybe not fly.”

He knew her conference was important but he had to offer a diversion. It wasn’t as if the easy thing was ever on their list of things to do but the notion was worth the offer. The Poughkeepsie airstrip wasn’t that far away but it was far enough for a change of heart or two. He wouldn’t make any serious suggestion simply spending time was treasure enough.

"Strangely enough yes; I’ve met the Master of the City. Interesting man, especially as unlike most conquering masters or his reputation states he hadn’t assassinated the former Master or her allies."

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

She eyed him and shook her head, in all her years on the force she heard stories of the carnage of takeovers, " your serious? No bloodshed not even a body ?"

That was hard to believe but then of course when the evidence turned to ash in daylight there were ways around bodies being found. She wondered if it was something she was gonna have to worry about later but for now she had a diffrent master of the city on the mind. The infamous Master of New Orleans whose presence shed be in fairly soon. She hoped she had something suiting to wear maybe she'd ask Samuel for advice there.

" you know damn well I cant not go the, cop thing is only one facet of it i need to know what the Master of the city knows and that would be rude of me since he already invited me to some sort of meet up that I will probably be underdressed for."

Sipping her tea she tried to relax and peeked at him over her cup, " you dont have a personal shopper in that magic bag do you ?"

Giving him a full on saucy smile then crossing her legs and getting prepared for getting through the flight Monica wasn't scared of much but flying was not one of her favored pastimes because it reminded her just how little control over living or dying she had that far off the ground.

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

He knew better to speak with any absolute authority in regards to Eliachem. He believed the man as he betrayed no inkling of dissemination. With his past exploits however it was far more likely that Eliachem had either killed everyone who might pose a threat far in advance of him actually attempting to take the throne as it were. “No, no personal shopper but the chances of erring are really small. I have quite a few contacts in the Big Easy that speak of the Master being…different. Which is as close to strange as anyone would ever come when speaking of any master of the city. Much like our own newly throned holder of the title." He wouldn’t say crowned as that was yet to be seen many titles changed and evolved in the land of vampires and the only proof of any claim came with defending those titles. He was no fool to believe any maneuvering done would actually last. For nearly immortal beings they as a species clawed at change like a well-worn scratching post.

All of which if true would mean that while Eliachem had not lied he hadn’t been completely honest. It was a tact that he knew vampires and Fae used to astounding results.

"So, you have a personal invite that certainly makes things easier, somewhat at least." He said a smirk on his lips as his brow crooked slightly. He wouldn’t put any of his doubts to her ear. He was naturally distrustful of vampires in general and Master of Cities in particular. They were always even if only temporarily the worst sharks in their particular ponds. While she wasn’t truly part of the preternatural world she would be held to that standard and he didn’t have any real plans in place to protect her outside of a blitzkrieg. Which while more than likely successful would show his hand and could only be played once.

Taking note of her small spike of emotion he chalked it up to the normal flight anxiety. He flew often enough that even though it was there it was standard operating procedure for him. He paid it no notice in his own bearing and would give her the same respect. Even with the recent time away from her she was a the light to which he was drawn to and would do everything in his power to insure her happiness, safety, and well-being.

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

Glad he didn't press her and her anxiety the rode the rest of the way to the field in silence and she managed to finish her tea and steel her reserves. Disembarking and letting her bags be taken to the plane. Tucking an errant strand away she took a breath and boarded the flight. They would be in nola by early evening in time to shower get her convention badge and maybe shop befores she had to meet the man himself .

Once they were in the air and she could unbuckle, she stretched and eyed him playfully. Lip licked softly, she walked past him and leaned down to ask him a question and knew he'd hear her well. Giving him a look after full of amused curiosity.