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Faye Johnson

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  1. February, 1st 23:00 Faye stood behind her desk, the pulsing music from the club only a faint vibration in the floor. A hand slowly ran through her Raven black hair and a long sigh slipped through her lips as she slid papers around on her desk with her other hand. A hulk of a beast stood near the entrance to the office. He stood two heads above the door and his skin had a rock-like appearance. "Mr... Jackson is it?" "It's uh, James Ma'am." "James." Faye's voice took on an annoyed tone within his head. A chair slid behind the man and a force shoved him into it. Eyes burned into his own as she too slid into her own chair and leaned forward arms rested on the surface of the dark wooden desk. "From what Alexei here tells me, for the past several nights you have caused disturbances among the fae guests beneath my roof. As everyone that partakes in the ventures of my club knows, any kind of disturbance is forbidden. This is a haven for human and nonhuman alike. For all species to unwind, and enjoy themselves. Now tell me, Mr. James. What the actual fuck were you thinking disobeying my rules?" "I'm really sorry Mrs. Johnson, I don't know what came over me!" "He lies to you, Faye." Alexei's thick Russian accent broke the man's words as the giant stalked across the floor with heavy footsteps. "I heard from many patrons that this puny man had been talking all night about hurting one of them 'pretty fae bitches' and 'giving them something to remember.'" Faye's face was expressionless as she turned from Alexei to the man that now squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. She rubbed angrily at her temples lowered her hands to reveal a piercing glare at the wrongdoer. A flinch from him as he saw it and tried to jump from the chair but a stone like a hand forced him back down. "Your first mistake was lying to me. I would've found out the truth either way and I would've sent someone to hunt you down. Your second mistake..." Hands placed slowly against the desk and forced her body to rise yet again. "... was openly admitting to wishing to hurt one of my patrons, in my club." A hand rose in the man's direction and after a brief moment a ball of energy launched from her hand and into his chest. Alexei released his grip and allowed James to launch backward and into the glass wall separating him from the forty foot fall to the dance floor. He rolled around on the ground gasping for air while Faye adjusted her blouse and skirt. "Alexei, make sure this scum never steps foot in this club, or any other establishment again." A nod from the stone man and he grabbed the man by the neck and led him out onto the fire escape on the opposite side of the room. Faye opened the opposite door to her office causing the sound of music to drown out the man's screams as he fell. Alexei rejoined her as they made their way down into the club. Heavy techno music blasted the crowd as scantily clad waitresses went about delivering alcohol and illicit drugs to those on the dance floor. Most lights within the club were extinguished. Save for a lit platform on each corner of the dance floor that had a caged dancer atop it, only the glow sticks, bracelets, black-light, and strobe lights from the DJ lit up the interior. Watching the crowd from the stairs to the upper office was like watching the ocean as the patrons bounced and danced to the beat that rocked the club and bled out onto the street. "How are our VIP Alexei, I've had to deal with so many dicks tonight I really don't want to deal with those ones as well." "The VIP are enjoying themselves, I just had Mika check on them and take a bottle of our finest Vodka as well before bringing this last problem to you." "Not every issue can be fixed with Vodka Alexei." "Nonsense, Vodka fixes everything!" Both Faye and Alexei laughed at that and made their way to the bar where Gemma the best fawn bartender in the city sat. The tattooed half woman turned in time to see their approach and smiled. She swiftly poured a large glass of Vodka for Alexei and some fancy concoction of her own making for Fae. "What can I do for ya boss lady? Pretty busy tonight, I've already written down all of the alcohol and other things we'll need for the weekend." Gemma placed a clipboard on the bar and pushed it towards Faye who scooped it up. "Milo said some man's been sneaking around the building trying to find a way in, the mysterious type with his hood up and everything." "Thank you, Gemma, as always you're the best." Faye sipped at her favorite Gemma drink and looked over the clipboard before handing it over to Alexei who stuffed it under his arm. She gestured for the front door and the stone man nodded and moved through the crowd which parted around him. "Stay safe Gemma, you know where the gun is if you need it."
  2. Faye Johnson

    Welcome To Domus Mortuorum

    "Most business owners are money hungry. Will do anything for a couple bucks. I'm not exactly for that. I am a provider for my people Mr. Gallo. The money is nice yes, the alcohol, the power, etcetera. It's all well and good, but consider me a..." She paused a moment in thought, swirling the drink around in her cup. "...Protector. There's a reason a majority of the money taken in by the club goes to its employees and back into the club. So, the more I pay you for alcohol the less my people get. Does that sound okay to you?" Faye listened then. Letting him talk, accepting his words for what they were, and leaving it at that. People in their line of business had different ventures than the ones everyone saw on the surface. Faye is one of them. She pays a pretty penny to people she's hired to hunt down ancient artifacts of the magical and mundane sorts. Not many people knew about it, and those that did remain rather tight-lipped about the situation. It allowed her to not have to worry about paying competitive prices to artifact hunters when she had a handful of loyal ones. But that was one reason she wasn't surprised at Tom's words. She could've expected him to have dipped his fingers in the alcohol of every company out there, but if he had was there really a reason for him to be there? "Bootleggers, counterfeiters, and whathaveyou don't concern me, Mr. Gallo." She pushed from the alcohol table and slid back into her seat across from the man, still swirling the drink in her glass as she looked at him with a smile. Faye knew the game, she knew how to intimidate someone and when it was useful. She didn't like to play with all of her chips on the table and kept a majority of them close to her chest. So as the man gloated and said what he did she could only hold that same grin. "Isn't it all just meaningless to you then? This meeting anyway. You said so yourself, alcohol that you've touched will be in my club sooner or later. Are you here to just speed up your own agenda, because if so you're doing exactly what I told you not to at the beginning of our meeting..." The smirk finally faded as she leaned forward, elbows placed on her desk and head cradles on her fists. "Wasting my time." He kept going on. About how they weren't lions fighting over the same prey. She'd been to Bakkhos clubs before, most of her clientele wouldn't set foot in those walls. A majority of them didn't even have the money to think about it. "Alright. Mr. Gallo. So we aren't competitors. Bakkhos is already a powerful family and runs a powerful business. To what does my tiny little club owe the honor of such an esteemed venture of affiliating with Bakkhos? What do my people get out of it? Good liquor does the same thing as poor liquor... I need to make sure my people are taken care of before I agree to anything, so I don't have to worry that the extra money I'm putting into alcohol doesn't come out of their pockets."
  3. Faye Johnson

    Welcome To Domus Mortuorum

    Faye sipped lightly at her Scotch as Tom spoke. Not exactly the conversation she had expected to have. After all, she wasn't exactly keen on sharing a business venture with a rival. But she let him speak, her eyes ever so intent on him, the mismatched color difference between both irises intent on him. Her hand slowly set the glass on her desk after his first go around. "Mr. Gallo, as you can see I have alcohol. That's not what my club makes the most money off of though..." Her voice trailed off for a moment in thought. A finger danced around the lip of her glass. "... granted if I were to go on this business venture with you it would be putting money into my competitions pockets. I don't know about you but that doesn't exactly sound like a wise decision. You're a businessman and I can respect your effort to forge what little you can to line yours and Bakkhos' pockets. At the same time, Bakkhos has money, as do I. My suppliers aren't actually making me pay that much as they have VIP status within these walls and are treated rather well..." Again her voice slid off and she allowed her hand to lift the cup to her lips for another sip. "... what exactly can you offer me, that my current business arrangements don't already?" She rose yet again from her desk having finished the Scotch off and turned to a personal stash of glasses and vials near the door to the fire escape. "I would not be frightened if goons came to shake me down. I have certain..." Faye paused a moment in thought, a hand placed lightly on one bottle of green liquid. A fairy painted on the front of it. "... measures to see against any outside attacks. Promises as well to keep this street and my club protected. Regardless it pleases me to know that Bakkhos isn't attempting to impede my business ventures. I would hate to have some sort of rivalry with a group as esteemed as yours. I do also enjoy myself a challenge though." After her glass was filled with the Absinthe she turned and leaned against that same table with a smile, "How much research did you do on me, Mr. Gallo? Or did you come into this blind to who I am?"
  4. Faye Johnson

    Welcome To Domus Mortuorum

    As the Capo slipped into her office she followed and Alexei close behind. He wasn't going to leave her in a room with some Bakkhos stranger. People had codes of honor, but Alexei wasn't one to hold people to them. He'd killed enough people since working for Faye to know better than to underestimate someone. He slowly closed the door behind him and the music from the club drowned out, the room itself perfectly soundproof with the thick windows overlooking the dance floor. Faye slid over to her desk and slipped into the chair with a sigh. "He is loyal because I saved his life long ago. We've been as close to best friends since. That is a story for another time though." She reached out with her mind and a short moment later Gemma the beautiful faun slid into the office with a tray, atop it vintage scotch and two crystal glasses. "I don't just slip into peoples minds, Mr. Gallo. It is something I have stopped doing for quite some time. If you give me any reason to distrust you, then I may be forced to venture into that noggin of yours. As it stands, I will not. Though I don't have to to see the rage that sits inside of you, that sits in your eyes." Gemma stood near the door waiting for an order or something. It would be about now that Tom would notice this entire time she had only been talking to him. Alexei looked towards the dance floor for trouble, though he occasionally gave a glance towards Faye. "Gemma dear, pour our friend Mr. Gallo a drink, me as well." "Yes, ma'am." Hooves clicked lightly against the dark wooden floor with the fauns approach. The tray set gingerly on the desk and Gemma slowly poured to half glasses of the rich scotch. "Will there be anything else Miss Faye?" "No thank you, Gemma, you're a doll." With a wink, Gemma smiled and trotted off leaving the Scotch behind. She gave a playful swat to Alexei's butt on the way out and he made some sort of comment in Russian as she disappeared on the other side of the door. "Down to business Mr. Gallo. What could Bakkhos want with my humble little club? And please don't waste my time. It is very valuable when you run an establishment like this as I'm sure you know."
  5. Faye Johnson

    Welcome To Domus Mortuorum

    Alexei handed off the clipboard to a man near the front who wandered off to see it get to the right hands. Faye followed in his footsteps and made sure to greet a guest or two here and there. She was the owner of the club after all and needed to show her face. How could people know to respect her if her present wasn't constantly felt? The stone man shoved the front door open, lowered himself through the hole, and turned to hold it ajar for Faye. "It would appear as if your Elven friend wishes to speak to you, Faye." "Let's not get too hasty with labels dear Alexei. I never saw this man as a friend, nor will I ever. He's just an ever apparent thorn in my side with a lot of money." Faye handed her drink off to a waitress outside and looked at the line of people that awaited their entrance. Business was booming for a Thursday night. She adjusted her sleeves and stepped to the side of the door where a tall lanky elven man stood, dressed in a fine, rather flamboyant suit. "Mr. Ki'shan. It has been a few days since you've graced Domus Motuorum with your presence!" "Oh Faye, your words are far too kind as always." The man was a snake, it could be heard in his words and how he carried himself. How he procured the money he had could only be guessed as the shadiest of deals and backstabbings. "I wanted to speak to you about a business venture. You see I'm in the market for some new clientele for my business that we spoke of before. Now I know your lovely club isn't a bad establishment of any means whatsoever, but wouldn't you want to rake in an extra bit of money? It'll be fun." Faye's demeanor quickly changed, her eyebrows set into a deep furrow. "I have told you time and time again Ki'shan. I will not sell slaves out of my Club, nor will anyone that is affiliated with me. You may see yourself as a dangerous man elf. But listen to me and listen closely..." Faye took two deliberate steps towards the man and placed a finger against his chest. He looked physically shaken as this was the first time she had threatened him. "... I have been up to my neck in bullshit today, I have dealt with nothing but dicks, and this is the fifth time this week you have come to me offering a deal for selling your slaves out of my club. You're lucky we're outside if we were in my office Alexei here would break both of your legs and feed you your teeth. You are still allowed in my Club, but I will be watching you like a hawk, and if I hear from anyone you're trying to make this same deal in my club. I will personally strangle the life from your pitiful body. Do we have a deal?" "Yes, Faye. We are understood completely." The man visibly gulped and walked away, shaking with fear. Many knew what happened to those who crossed Faye. It was never pretty, nor did it ever end well. She'd once cut a mans tongue out for speaking ill of the fae race in her presence. She saw herself as the mother of people who stepped into her club. Everyone who entered was protected by her, anyone who threatened the safety, or talked down to her patrons were dealt with. She had eyes and ears everywhere. Not to mention the tank of a man Alexei to bring them to her. Faye perked at the mention of her name. Tom Gallo. She sucked air between her teeth as Alexei's arms folded across his chest and he straightened up to his rather tall height. Molten lava colored eyes stared down at the man before him and Alexei chuckled. "Little man thinks it's that easy to talk to Mistress Faye?" Alexei laughed a little louder and the group in the line nearest the conversation chuckled themselves. "You make me laugh little man, but you also make me angry. You need to talk to Mistress Faye you make an appointment. Little men cannot just walk in here and say that..." "It's quite alright Alexei. Any member of Bakkhos is welcome to have a conversation with me." Faye stepped toward the duo a hand placed on Alexei's shoulder, a sign to stay close in case he tried anything funny, the other reached out in greeting to the other man. "I am Faye Johnson. What is a reputable family member such as yourself doing on this side of town Mr. Gallo? Bakkhos has never bothered me before, and I wasn't quite expecting it to happen now." She motioned for Tom to follow and turned to make her way back into the club. Alexei would follow suit behind the Bakkhos man a different guard moving to take his place. "Mr. Gallo, don't bother speaking. It's a little too loud in here for me or my associate to hear you. But I shall explain the rules to you as we walk." Her voice was crystal clear in his head as they moved, no matter how loud the music and patrons within were, her voice was like it was right next to his ear. Soft, honey-like. "There will be no violence, no talk of violence, no disturbing of the other patrons, no weapons, they are forfeit at the door, no outside alcohol or drugs they are also forfeit at the door, no use of dangerous magic that could cause harm to another patron, no shifting, no talking about other clubs within my club. If you want to go to that club, don't take my customers with you. Breaking the rules is dealt with in a three-step manner. First, a warning, second, physical harm and removal from the club, third permanent forfeit of life. I am the judge, jury, and executioner within these walls." They approached the stairs and Faye slowly made her way up, a quick glance over her shoulder to be sure that she didn't lose the man. A hand snaked inside her shirt and between her breast where she produced a large skeleton key that slipped into the door of her office. Any mage could feel a shift in the mana pool as the door unlocked and swung open. "After you sir."
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    At the mention of the pup liking her, Faye smirked and turned her head to gaze upon the dog. It looked like a highly intelligent creature. Dogs were always one of her favorite animals, cat's a close second due to their grace and agility. 'Silent Killers' as she liked to call them. But man's best friend was by far the best in her eyes. Easily trainable, loyal to a fault, and adorable to look on. Head shifted yet again to Abby as she spoke. "Abby it is." Faye offered in response, hands folded neatly in her lap. "I wish I could sit at my desk sometimes, running a nightclub is rough when a slew of meta's and other species can't keep their heads straight and decide to provoke violence. Tis a rough life when security can't handle situations and I'm needed on the floor." The raven haired woman's eyes stayed set on the female across from her. Not judging, but observing. Her emerald green, and blue eyes looking into her opposites brown. "I imagine you are much busier than I when it comes to matters of work though." As she pondered the woman's words Faye combed a hand through her hair. "As I'm sure you know it's not exactly safe for unpowered humans to be out in the park late at night. Especially so soon after the event..." Faye trailed off in thought for a moment, "Regardless, it may be a good thing that you stumbled upon Ghost that night. Otherwise some unsavory being might have done the same and the pup you know and love might have had a much darker future. Imagine the possibilities a thief, or murderer might use him for. You two were destined to meet." Ghost approached, and unable to resist the urge Faye reached down to run her hands through his coat. Hearing Abby's surprised sounding expletive a brow quirked followed by a swift smile at her words. "I am a telepath. I speak using my mind. I was born mute you see. So after the event I was able to find my voice in my own way." She removed her hand from the dog and lifted her coffee to her lips again and sipped at it. "I can choose whom it is that hears me, which is why we keep getting weird looks whenever you respond to me. I prefer to only talk to those I deem important, not an entire crowd. It's especially useful at the club."
  7. Faye Johnson


    Most things didn't throw Faye off. She'd seen almost everything at her club. But a dog that could fade in and out of the physical plain was fantastic. Altered humans that could do the same things was familiar, always would be. It was the first time she'd seen an animal with abilities. Whether it could really control it or not. "Detective Abby Wynn is it?" The other woman's slight mixup told Faye everything she needed to know. "It's a pleasure to meet you..." Head swiveled to look to the dog, "and you as well Ghost." Faye's eyes lingered on the dog for a few moments. Curiosity having gotten the best of her. She'd have to hire a few people to go out in the world and find more altered animals. They could come in handy if needed. Her mind wandered to the thought of a fire breathing cat, or a flying bear. A smirk twisted the corners of her lips and she nodded when Abby offered a seat. "I would love to, thank you." The chair slid out by itself and Faye slid slowly into it looking at the woman opposite of her. Wondering if maybe she had her own abilities, or if it was Ghost that had won the Resonance lottery. "So detective. Where does one happen upon such a fascinating creature? I've seen many animals since everything went to hell, but i could swear none of them had their own abilities. Or they did but they weren't quite as noticeable. It's an interesting thought that their may be more out there." Faye sipped gingerly at her drink before she placed it on the table slowly. Left leg folded over the right and her hands clasped together in her lap. She was warming up thanks to the coffee and suddenly felt herself in a better mood than prior to her trip to the coffee shop. So small talk began to come a little easier to her, and she wouldn't find herself thinking about killing anyone until the caffeine wore off. "Do you prefer I call you Abby? Or shall I just stick with Detective? I imagine we'll be getting to know each other quite well, and I'd hate to make you uncomfortable with my way of using peoples titles to talk to them." One of the employees came around grabbing cups and Faye reached out to touch her arm, giving a brief order to just her and she nodded before walking off. "Oh, would you like anything else I could call her back."
  8. Faye Johnson


    It was coffee o'clock. Thus Faye found herself wandering aimlessly through Mid Town. Life had gone to shit since her own coffee machine had decided to die on her, and she'd been spending an unreasonable amount of money on coffee shops of late. Even though she lived a life filled with staying up late she still found herself stirring in the wee hours of the morning to the thirst for a cup of warm nectar of the gods. Luckily she'd found a particular shop, Boheme that never failed her. She shrugged the leather jacket higher on her shoulders and tightened her scarf a little more to fight off the fall air of New York. It was far from freezing yet, but Faye had no love for freezing weather, and once winter decided to rear it's ugly head she would spend most of her time in the club. As she slid into a seat outside Faye thought closely of what she'd been told by one of her bouncers. She'd been making quite the name for herself in the underground. Mostly because of the harsh way she treated anyone that started any sort of problem within her clubs walls and the quality of drugs that flowed through her establishment. It left a nice warm feeling in her cold heart. Finally she was climbing the ladder, maybe one day she could rival even the Bakkhos themselves. She was far off from that reality, and she decided to remain focused on the coffee before her. The waitress had set it a bit off and a customer watched with curiosity as the cup slid quickly over to Faye's side. Telekinesis was the best thing that could've ever happened to her, it was useful on so many levels. Her different colored eyes shifted slowly over to a husky placed upon the ground next to whom she was guessing was it's owner. A shift in the pups appearance drew a quirked eyebrow from the Magus and her eyes narrowed to see if maybe, she had just been seeing things. But sure enough it happened again and Faye grew even more curious. A sip off her coffee and she licked lazily at the leftover on her lips. Free hand shoved off the chair to cause her to rise, the jeans she wore squeezing a little tighter on her thighs in that moment. An uncomfortable side effect to wearing pants slightly too small, she'd be sure to bitch at Marcus later for buying the wrong size. Regardless she slid forward with that same curious gaze. "What an interesting dog you have." She reached out with her mind to place her voice into the dog and girls head. A clear ringing sound as if spoken right into their ears. "Does it always fade in and out like that? Or am I just losing my mind?" No one else at the cafe could hear Faye's voice. She made sure of it. No one needed to know what she was saying nor would she let them. The other girl on the other hand would most likely look insane if she answered. That was neither Faye's concern, nor care. That dog was an interesting trinket and she was now determined to learn more about it. The "red flag" around the girls neck was ignored. New world cops didn't faze the telekinetic mage one bit, and she was obviously not on the radar yet if she hadn't heard anything about it. Probably because NYPD"s finest had a few scummy cops that enjoyed her humble club. "How, completely rude of me." Faye ran a hand against her pants to clean off any dirt and reached out for the girls hand. Eyes seemingly calculating as she took in the girls appearance. "My name is Faye... Faye Johnson."


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