Holding on to the Past

It was heartwarming to hear someone speak so fondly of their workers. Too much time in Covaire was spent with people exerting power over each other. It may have worked well in the past, but not anymore. West was happy he never came to the city when it was different, he didn’t think he’d survive it. “It sounds like you have a soft spot for your employees. That’s really good”. 

"Also surprises me how far picture technology has come. Last time I ever dealt with photography was back when they still used the big wetted plates."

“Well, talent is nothing without a safe space to explore it. And I’m sure that’s what you are to your employees. The one that provides canvas for his artists to paint on.” Trevor replies, though he hadn’t been expecting the client’s next words, and finds himself blushing softly at the compliment given. Truth is, not many had made this kind of comment before, just a handful, so it feels good to hear… hence the blush. “Thanks. Really———”

@covairecitystarters (//one character per RPer, please!)

"Oh, Mr. Richter, you're a bit early. Thought I'd beat you to the meeting. Working on another masterpiece while you wait?"

Felix took note of the make, model, year and colour. He looked up at the wolf when the man said that it would have lots of skin and body parts in the grille. His eyebrows went up for a moment until the wolf said the word enemy. He nodded his head. He put his phone away and said, "If that's the case then it's probably in the impound lot being processed. Trucks covered in blood and bits of bodies would definitely gather attention from the police." He took out a generic police card and wrote the extension for the impound on the back, offering the card to the wolf. "Here. If you tell them Detective Roy suggested you call them they might still be assholes but they might be helpful assholes." The detective noticed the difficulty in the wolf's movements. "Are you sure I can't call you a cab? No reason to overdo it."

When the wolf showed Felix the plate number he looked back up at the wolf, "It's yours?" He waited for the answer before he took out his phone and looked it up. "Doesn't look like it was checked into the impound lot yet. But they have a back log at the moment so it might be there and just not checked in yet. What's the make, model and color and I can check for you?"

"Will your store be alright?" She doesn't know why she feels the need for small talks, but it helps her remain both focused and calm.

"And Leda is already at the Library... So that's one less thing to worry about while I'm out here fighting." Little did he know what would happen later...

Felix understood that. Even if the way the wolf moved didn't exactly match what he was saying. If the older man didn't need help then Felix wouldn't impose himself. He knew that pride was a very real thing to a lot of the citizen's of the city. He would have been the same way. At being asked how he was the vampire smiled, "I'm fine. Thank you for asking." He paused and then offered, "Are you sure I can't hale you a cab so you don't have to walk? The roads are mostly clear now."

"Have any idea where I might find a pickup truck with this license plate, though? Not sure if it's been towed or not." He showed the man a picture of the truck's plate.

How strange of her to want to defend the city and its citizens for once. Yet, her priority right now is the boy with her.

She wants to use her phone to check up on Lorenzo, but it's not working. The shewolf keeps her gaze careful on the road, unaware that things would take place to prevent them from reaching My Laundrette with the japanese wolf. "Are your people safe?" She asks without looking away from the road.

Felix was getting off of another double as he bought a coffee from a temporary cart on the street. Holding the steaming cup of joe he couldn't help but scan the crowd. Now more than ever he was always on alert. Seeing someone he approached them and asked, "You look lost. Do you need some help?"

"How are you?"

Unbeknownst to all of them, events would unfold to eventually split them up. "We'll follow your lead." She voices.

He waited for responses before he ducked around the car they were behind to finish off the mage and retrieve his dagger. He made sure to clean it off and stow it before signalling for the other two to follow. The quicker he could get them taken care of the better. Or at least to a better spot that was less open.

The squeeze on her shoulders has her attention going back to the older wolf. “That is good.” She was covered in blood, some of it hers. “Do you know what is going on?” 

“Though, I’m not sure what Ricky looks like as a wolf, so you’d have to guide me. But...” His ears picked up movement under the rubble nearby. “First, I can use a hand if you can spare it.”