Calling a Friend (Chase/Porter) - Raz0r's Mainland Sanctuary

"I have, on occasion, been known by that name, but I'm certainly not the only one..."

She blinked. Then frowned.

"So you believe yourself above the law of the Camarilla?"

And she nodded to Porter.

"Please do answer carefully, Mr. Covington. I wouldn't want you unfairly associated with some rapscallion using a similar moniker."

Chase blinked, "Where on earth did you ever get that idea, Raz0r? You're also one question over the limit."

She smiled.

"Come to see the Prince with us, Chase. He'd very much like to talk to you."

"A fine idea which will surely clear all this up."

"Clear what up, exactly? Last I checked I haven't broken any traditions... at least not in this domain. And while I trust you, Raz0r, lately I haven't had much faith in Elysiums. At least not since the Night of Four Princes back in Seattle." The last was said with some degree of sincerity. He had, in fact, spent as little time in Elysiums as possible over the last four years.

She raised a brow.

"You can have faith in me. I'll protect you. And does it really matter why your Prince wants to talk to you?"

Porter shuts up to allow Covington to hear from someone he knows. Sometimes silence is better.

Porter's phone began to ring.

Porter looks at the phone, then answers. "Sir?"

Phone: "Have ye found th' man I sent ye after yet?"

"Yes, sir. Raz0r and I are with him now, discussing the matter at hand."

Phone: There was a pause. "Oh. Well, Ethan wanted me t' make sure th' two of ye were safe, an' likely had either th' Sheriff or Scourge wi' ye when ye question him. Do ye need assistance?"

"An excellent question, sir." He moves the phone away from his face for a moment and addresses Chase.

"Mr. Covington, I presume you'll be coming along to visit His Majesty as requested, yes?"

He waited patiently.

Chase removed his sword, still in it's sheath, and handed it to Raz0r. She would know the significance of the gesture. "I'll speak with him."

The last thing the Brujah wanted to do was be in a position to put friends in danger, and if anyone in the room was counted among his friends it was Raz0r.

She took the sword in both hands with a slight bow of the head. Then she spoke loud enough to be heard on the other end of Porter's phone.

"We'll be there in ten."

Porter places the phone back to his ear in case His Majesty has anything to add.

Chase looked to Raz0r and nodded. Interrogation number three... it's almost like they're cops...

He was ready when she was.

Phone: "Verra good. Good work, Mister Porter."

"Thank you, sir. We are en route." Porter hangs up the phone and looks to Raz0r.

She smiles.

"Okay, we'll take my truck. It'll fit all of us."

(Query: are we running this here or elsewhere?)

((Up to the crowd, here or in the public forum))