Thirst Quenching

[Soren O'Conan]

Soren chuckled slightly. "I was born in Ireland, grew up in the U.S but even i had my first taste around the age of.." he paused a minute to think back to his life on the streets of New York, taking what he wanted, and brushing close to death nearly every day. Soren closed his eyes, thinking back further "Ah, yes. I was around 6 or so when i got my hands on a bottle of my mother's while she was passed out with one of her customers. That was the way he preferred it, if i recall correctly." An obvious expression of disgust flashed across Soren's face just then, obviously at the memory.

Frowning at the sudden rush of bad memories, Soren reached over and took the last glass. He opened his eyes, smiling once again. "You can get paid for your research." Soren shrugged "Honestly, all you have to do is find a patron. I know for a fact that my own has several other researchers like me who are also gathering information on the various races. I could talk to him, if you'd like, maybe get you a contract."

Soren laughed a bit "Just dont call him short like I did. You'll make more money probably." He shook his head and chuckled a bit at the memory of the man's outrage at being called short. Sometimes you just cant help but tease certain people.

[Blair Von Drake / Red]

Red blinked as he started to recall an earlier memory from his childhood, unsure how to follow such a story. She decided not to continue with it though, already having a good idea on what his mother did for a living. All she knew was that it was not something she ever wanted to do in her lifetime. "That's...quite young..." Red started, though left her comment at that.

"I would appreciate that. Most of the notes I have are simply for my own pleasure, though it wouldn't hurt to have a bit of extra money." Red replied, glancing over her existent notes. She got some funding for her work building websites, but she was running out of clients. Even though she knew that every company would need a website, the world was full of competition. Red was fine without living a life of luxury however, so long as she had Ancaladar with her.

[Soren O'Conan]

Soren sighed "I'm sorry to have told you something so personal. Not exactly the kind of thing you tell a complete stranger you just met." He nudged his still nearly full beer before taking another drink, a full one this time.

He smiled "Unfortunately, I only have access to him once a week, which is when he shows up to pay me.. " Soren chuckled, remembering the recent information he had gathered "Though he probably is not aware that Ive recently discovered the location of his home, in France." The patron Soren was referring to turned out to be one Solemn Creed, one of the most powerful daemons in existence, believed to be a god by his own kind and referred to reverently as the Archfiend. Soren had his doubts about the man's divinity, but his power and influence was obvious.

"He goes by the name of Solemn Creed, and has a great many supernaturals convinced hes a god." Soren shrugged "but honestly, I myself doubt such a thing." Soren took out a piece of paper and wrote the exact address and location and such down and slid it over to Red.

[Blair Von Drake / Red]

"It's alright, there is no need to apologize." Red smiled, taking her final shot before setting it among the rest of her empty shot glasses. Red watched carefully as he wrote down the name and address of the one who had hired him to obtain the research, knowing she had heard that name before. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but as he passed the paper along to her, she took it in her hand, studying it.

"I think I've met him before..." Red stated, folding the paper up and placing it in her pocket. "It was back out in Spain when he approached me when I was swimming." Surely he couldn't be a deity though, could he? Such a thought was preposterous, there was no way that a god would simply walk among mortals, interacting with them for his own pleasure. But the more she thought about it that way, the more it sort of made sense.