Hotel 66(private)

As Ozaki started walking towards the desk the nightmare looked up from their magazine. Their form shifted into that of a large red question mark. “Hello thereee. Are yuh here for business or pleasure?”

The first time Ozaki had been here his response had actually factually been no to that. “We just need a room. Small one will do fine.” He was keeping it short as possible. He did try to keep his biases and assumptions towards Dreamweavers in check while around them… But this was kind of exactly the kind of place where you should keep those in mind.

The question mark did a flip and landed on two feet, having transformed themselves into a six foot five tall man in his fifties with blood red hair interspersed with grey and emerald green eyes. Despite his age he was bulked up considerably. A silver sword- or at least the appearance of one- was strapped to the Dreamweaver’s hip.

They typed a few things into the computer.

Ozaki, meanwhile, had had a moment of flinching upon the Dreamweaver shifting their form into Yuuto, but did his best not to react further than that. Dreamweavers were able to reach into one’s mind and pull out people’s fears like a rabbit from a hat. It was just a trick… Until you reacted massively to it. This was just a trick. It wasn’t the real Yuuto… He had to ignore the fear and anger for now. This wasn’t real, there was no point in mulling over it or freaking out.

“Aito mate. That’ll be 140 between the two of yuh. Unless you just wanna pay by the hour. Jis’ 20 an hour each between the two of yall. However long you need.” The Dreamweaver winked between the two of them.

As familiar as Sharaku thought Ozaki might be with this place… He didn’t frequent it nearly as much as the other thought. It had been many many years. “Aaaah…” Ozaki rubbed the back of his hair, looking back at Sharaku.

WC: 345
TWC: 3,490

This one was less fun than the small vampire. Thought the dreamweaver with a pout. Trying to prod into the other’s mind was getting them no where, so they just shifted into the visage of Sharaku instead for the fun of it. Staying in one form for too long was boring. “I suppose that ought to be enough.” The Nightmare said, mirroring the were-vampire’s expression and voice to a T. “That’ll be 80 dollars then.” Both of them cost twenty bucks an hour, then it was two hours, so eighty was the magic number.

Ozaki, unwitting of Sharaku’s intent, slid his half of the bill onto the counter. “Yah, should be enough time.” He did not know the extent of how long Sharaku could use his talent for… He’d like to say that was the reason he’d looked to the were-vampire for the answer. But it was the one he had thought of now. Two hours was a good estimate.

When both of them had paid the Nightmare would slide two cards that were attached to raggedy looking lanyards. “Keep your cards on you and visible at all times. If they are lost or stolen you will no longer be our responsibility. You’ll be in room 201. Have fun.”

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TWC: 3.706

The Dream Weaver shrugged, morphing into a random kitsune as they did so and spinning in their chair. “Could happen. Anything could happen. Especially if you lose that card.” The Dreamweaver’s words were not a threat, but a matter of fact. It had happened before, and sometimes people said it had happened before when they were really intruders or people trying to roam the halls without paying for entry into the building.

Since Ozaki had paid his portion he had lapsed into a bit of silence, looking down the hall of where the rooms of the first floor were. They could either take the elevator or the stairs, though the stairs would give them a reason to walk through more of the halls.. That being said. The owners didn’t really care where you went once you paid.

Ozaki could even really see them even going to their room… Granted one’s room was the only place one could be certain one was safe in in this place. The doors had decent locks on them that were only openable by these cards… Or someone with the right talent of course. So even that was dubious. Eeeegh. He didn’t like this place. But he was considerably better armed for it than he had last time.

If anyone tried anything he could sedate them quicker than they could blink.

There were a few doors open going down the hallway. Some open for their various types of business, others open just to let the air in. The hall way was considerably less clean than the lobby, a few blood stains on the walls and floor and various drug paraphernalia and broken beer bottles littering the floor. 

He took his lanyard and slipped it over his neck. “We just need to be wary is all.” Ozaki muttered, almost certain that his input was unneeded given how obvious that statement was. If they avoided talking or upsetting anyone... There was still the potential for danger. If you looked too meek or weak you might end up looking like an easy target. The place did have rules... But this place might as well have invented the phrase, 'its only illegal if you get caught.'

WC: 370
TWC: 4,076

“Guess so.” Ozaki said as he started heading down the hallway.

He heard a knock at the door of the Hotel and glanced back as he saw the Nightmare casually stroll over and knock right back that the entrance. That must be the person tailing him. As a vampire they could not simply stroll into just any building without an invite, even if they met the conditions the building set for them. It was possible that they might work out to be good back up… But Ozaki was not going to fully trust them on them being that though.

According to his research this gang very much regarded one another as family. He highly doubted that actually applied to him, however. For one- he was still the son of that vampire hunter. And for another, his official reintroduction into “the family” had been after trying to kill their founder.

They were here to make sure that he didn’t do anything that might get himself killed in the pursuit of Yuuto. But he did not expect them to fully stick out their necks for them in any other scenario. That would be simply unreasonable.

The first door that was open was a man smoking a cigar. He eyed the two as they walked by. This was a man who had paid a pretty penny to get a room of both adequate size for his wares, himself, and potentially a few extra friends as well. He was a man that was here for business, and with a room like this, he was often one who got first dibs.

“Hey.” He said to them as they passed. “Would you like a little something to make your time here extra fun?” One of them was a vampire, the werewolf could tell by the smell. The other one... Was at least half werewolf, half vampire. An unseemly hybrid, but frankly the man did not care for what species they were if he could make an easy buck off them.

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TWC: 4,411

The things that the Beowolf gangster proceeded to list off were all rather normal street dreams. There were a few magical types of drugs as well… The gangster did have a selection of more deadly drugs on hand, but he was not going to lead with that. This may be the place where anything went, but it did pay to have some degree of discretion.

Particularly since some of those drugs were specifically designed to knock a vampire right into a feeding frenzy within seconds of injection. Now that was one he was not liable to go sharing knowledge of with a blood sucker. If the half were-wolf weren’t with the vampire he might but… Obviously they were associates.

Ozaki listened with remote interest, trying to ignore the mutterings in the lobby as the tail Mordred had put on him was dealing with the Dreamweaver. If Sharaku happened to look back he would see a finely dressed vampire woman talking to a currently large bat shaped Dreamweaver. She would stick out with how well done up she was. Obviously she had not been expecting Ozaki to actually go in.

But nonetheless- back to our regularly scheduled show.

Ozaki was currently musing about asking the man if he had seen any vampires go by, saying that they were looking for a friend. There was blood in the halls, some of it fresh, but that did not necessarily mean it came from a vampire. Following the trail itself might be the better move.

Though knocking on random doors to what might potentially be a murder scene upon a non-paying guest seemed like the type of thing that was asking for trouble. Despite his talent, Ozaki had not been nearly as involved in illicit drug deals as you might think… Or perhaps exactly as much as you might think if you knew his more mild mannered persona.

That wasn’t to say he didn’t have a few of the less legal stuff in his arsenal. Though that had not so much been in an attempt to get them for his talent though… Moving on! The vampire was a little out of his element here.

Should he say anything at all? What if it were too revealing as to their actual intentions and he busted them before they even got past the first open door? But he did have to do something. Stop being nervous Ozaki, Sharaku can sense that. He scolded himself.

He was keeping his best poker face that he could, but Ozaki was pretty sure the moment he opened his mouth he’d probably ruin that so… For now he’d refrain from speaking and see where Sharaku went from here. He seemed a bit more savvy on this street stuff than him. At least he had the attitude that he was any how.

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TWC: 4,888

“Why of course, there are a few things especially tailored to blood drinkers such as yourself.” The man was a professional. He might not like dealing with vampires. But hell. Money was money. And so far as he could tell neither of these ones looked like they could be from The Bloods. They lacked the trademark ahoge of Mordred’s ilk… Plus a proper member of the Bloods wouldn’t be caught dead looking as rough around the edges as these two did.

Not to mention the tall one was half werewolf.

“We’ve got Blood Haze, Ruby Rose, and Sparklers, those are the favorites of fanged folks such as yourself.”

“And what do they do?” Ozaki asked, speaking up for the first time. He felt that this much at least was a fine question to ask. He didn’t know what those did, as he tried to keep his hands clean of all this drug nonsense even given the nature of his talent. He had a proper job at the school, and now a daughter on top of it. Plus, if he got hooked on one of them that would be… Problematic even without both of those factors coming into play.

“Well the Sparklers might be enough to pull the stick out of your ass for one.” The werewolf started snickering with laughter. “I’m joking of course.”

“You’d snort the Sparklers, and like the name suggests, they make everything all sparkly and chill. Ruby Rose enhances will get you hopped up and your heart popping… Really good for getting in the mood fast. Elevates the experience to a whole new level too.” Male vampires were nefariously hard to get ready and revved up in bed quickly. There was definitely no room for shyness in this business.

Clearly at least the young looking one was green around the ears when it came to this business. Indeed he was suspecting that neither of them knew what they were getting into. Anyone who did would just walk in asking for what they wanted by name rather than asking questions. But he’d hold reservations rather than making quick assumptions.

“Blood Haze will cause weird hallucinations, mixing up your senses like a blender.” And more, if he gave them just the wrong batch. The worst of the effects of that one, however, were delayed. So they’d be gone from here long before the worst of the effects really hit home.

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TWC: 4,978

“A vamp’s cash is just as green as a wolf’s.” Unless they got blood on it of course. Technically that could be the case for either if a werewolf let their wolf side get the best of them. But vampires were inclined to be messy eaters if they got hungry enough.

Though Sharaku was right that a good deal of vampires wouldn’t buy from a werewolf dealer. Most wouldn’t even approach him. But it paid to have the product on you in case there was anyone with low enough survival instincts to actually come near him. Being half werewolf probably meant that the mutt wouldn’t be killed by a bite from him. But the full vamp was a different story.

Their drugs usually did not sell well to vampires, which was where it paid to simply have a fast acting version of the modified Blood Haze on hand. But he wasn’t going to hit them with that here. While they were leaving the building while their backs were turned would be the best time. Then they could go wreck havoc somewhere else. “A vamp doesn’t want to purchase from me that ain’t my problem.”

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Was that… A dirty joke? Given the eyebrow waggles Ozaki was going to assume it was. Hahaha. Yah. A joke for sure. For one that was just banter, for another he highly doubted Sharaku would be interested in “playing around” with him either. Most people weren’t lining up for that though. Haha… Okay moving on!

“Maybe we’ll grab something on our way out though?” Ozaki offered, hoping to offer them an easy out to keep looking around. He wasn’t sure that they were going to get anything but drugs from this guy. And following the blood trail felt promising…

Granted following a blood trial in a place like this could lead to a dead end. “Though hope you don’t mind me asking… We’re actually looking for a vampire friend of ours. Don’t suppose you’ve seen one pass this way?” Immediately upon asking the question Ozaki regretted twice over from before doing so. He’d just felt weird standing by quietly not doing anything. Maybe he should have stayed that way though.


WC: 179
TWC: 5157