Ay, she knows who he is. That's a decent start to their agenda.
"Tressa." Leiry's latest dead'un when it came to newbloods of ancient groups, apparently. He's heard of her through the grapevine as an undertaker of sorts, and then through a gallery lad who dropped her name. She went to the highers too with her sire, and got it all approved like it's some modern century ritual. She looks at home, in her plastics and wrappings. But old blood bristles his nose, long past its due.
They're talking 'cause he wants to figure out what she stands for, and how deeply rooted these new fangs are when it comes to Pret.
Garrick ain't one to mince his words, on a good night. So, he'll be damned if he cares about formalities in a funeral parlour. "You like them stick up their arse lot who went and said you could die, ay?" What a bunch of lily-livered shmucks.
He's following her through the dark corridor, listening to know if there's anyone else in her company beside the corpses that don't talk. If he really wanted to get the attention of the old hag up top, he'd gut this girl and start a civil war in the city.
Be like New York had been, sending bloody messages back and forth like love letters.
"Say someone wanted to bring down the tower and get buildin' a new one, how's you feel about that?"
Tressa glances back at him, blinking for a moment while her brain adjusts to his cadence. What's he asking, exactly? "Like is a word. They made me immortal, that's kind of cool. You should see my grocery bill now. Do you know how easy it's been to catch up on my TBR pile? Also super powers. Like, god-damned super powers. So I mean, appreciative - appreciative is maybe the better word." Were there regrets? Certainly. But those weren't her fault.
At his second question, she raises a brow. "Oh - a plot. We're plotting."
She eyes him, searches her memory - no, wracks it - to make sure there isn't a conversation here half-started that she isn't recalling.
"Is this like an ancient animosity thing or are you just bored? I can understand and appreciate both, by the way." She stops in the doorway that leads down into the suite, turning to face him, head tilting. "Just want to know if this is absurd or insane and yes, there is a difference."















