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Nagato     It's night at the base, the moon sparkling in the sky... illuminating part of the sea. The running lights of the airstrip flashing, even if the airstrip isn't used. The watchtower lit up with a searchlight to make sure no ships hit the port. All in all, it's a good, quiet night.

    The Admiral's currently in her office, sitting upon her chair, facing the window, a content sigh comes across her lips as she gives a nod. "Hikari's been active so much lately, I'm glad my girls are getting used to working so hard." a pause, "Perhaps I should reward them with a day or two of vacation." comes a brief nod from the Admiral, 'Maybe I should speak to her again too..."
John Rizzo Rizzo arrives at the Sea Port perhaps 30 minutes after Nagato made the invitation. Perhaps he stopped to take care of something, or perhaps, living in a city like San Francisco, there was a good degree of traffic to put up with. Either way, once he arrives, it isn't long before he's knocking on the Admiral's door. Three heavy thuds agtainst her office door, and a distinctly American accent. "Admiral? It's Rizzo."

     Nagato's first look at the self-described private dick is eminent. When she opens the door, the Admiral is greeted with a tall, lanky and quite frankly haggard looking man. His short hair is a mess of fiery red, a small island of vibrance amidst a sea of tired and weary. His eyes are piercing, observant, which seems appropriate for his given profession, but they also seem to carry some weight, as if everything he observes is colored with some hidden burden. He wears a white button-up shirt that hasn't been pressed in a while, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Suspenders hold his khaki slacks up, and a black tie hangs loosely around his neck.
Nagato     The knocks at the door get a curious look from the Admiral. "Enter." she states, hearing who it was. Then again, that distinct American accent couldn't be anyone but two people... Psyber or Rizzo. And Psyber never comes on base anyways. "Pull up a seat." she comments, her back still turned towards the private dick. "Talk about a chance meeting, would you not agree?"

    Nagato turns around and Rizzo would probably notice a few things about the woman. She's big, has a stoic face and her voice speaking with certainty and command... "Shall I have my sister make some tea for this meeting, or would you rather have water?" she questions, trying to make the place a bit more hospitable. In addition to what the room has, there's a pair of beds in a half open curtained area with a computer system nearby. One could almost make out Amusphere from the headset...
John Rizzo Rizzo enters, taking a seat in front of the Admiral. He scoots the chair up, then leans back, one arm wrapped around the back of the chair. "Yeah," he says. The detective peers at the model of the ship on the Admiral's desk, then back at her. "You look different in person," he says. Word must get around that she and the others are ships.

     When she turns around and offers tea, he shrugs. "Y'know, you Union types are so hospitable. You're the third dame that's offered me something to drink." Running his free hand through his messy hair, he politely declines. "I already brought something, though." Reaching into his shirt pocket, he produces a silver flask. "If you wanna have her bring a cup, though, I'll indulge you."
Nagato     "If you're referring to my old self.." as she turns to look at the model Nagato-class ship in the case, "Then you would be right. However, I am as I have been, this being of flesh in front of you. Are you not used to being in front of a Japanese battleship?" she questions a bit as Mutsu enters, tea already in hand and a pair of cups. "Thank you sister." "Of course~ I didn't know you had company though." Mutsu turns towards Rizzo, "Be nice to the Admiral now, okay~"

    Nagato sighs, "Can you prepare our room, Mutsu, I'll be turning in early tonight..." with a nod, the younger one heads out, leaving the room occupied by two. "I try to be hospitable to any who wish to speak with me, it's a diplomatic measure as well as a comfort."
John Rizzo "Nope," he says. "Or any battleship. I registered for the Draft, but I never got picked."

     Rizzo looks to Mutsu, giving a silent nod to her request. She's Union, too--unless she goes making human sacrifices it shouldn't be too hard. He's silent as he contemplates the tea. Something goes through his mind, and he unscrews the flask instead, taking a drink of that. "Appreciate it," he says. "Figured you guys would've given me the bum's rush by now. Talking with a pagan went pretty well," he notes. "If I can do some chinning with you and not get bumped off, all I gotta do is find a vampire hunter and it'll be eggs in the coffee."
Nagato     "I see..." Nagato pauses, "This Draft... is it where they pulled various United States citizens in for their military?" she questions this, as if trying to confirm things she's read... Meanwhile, she's taking the tea kettle and pouring herself a good cup. "Mm... just because you're American?" she question even more, "That we would throw you off base? No, it doesn't work like that. Especially with the lead ship of the Kongou-class taking a second Admiral from America herself..."

    "How much did you know of that War?"
John Rizzo "Yeah," he says. "The Draft was our word for conscription. Everybody from 18 to 45. Then they changed it to 35. I was... 13 when the war started, but I signed up in '42. Tried to say I was 18. Now that I think of it, I think they just took my application and shredded it after I left." Rizzo chuckles at that. "Sometimes I wonder how things mighta turned out if I'd gotten picked. Some of my older friends did. One of them, Benny, he didn't come back. I felt terrible about that for years. Figured maybe I coulda saved him, y'know?"

     Rizzo shrugs. "It's all history to me, now. But not for you, I bet. You were there."
Nagato     "I... was." she whispered, "I don't remember much after I sank, honestly." she gives a brief shrug, listening to Rizzo. "War isn't pretty, it's a good thing they did not accept you. I'm not sure how it would be if we ended up in this office if you were, Rizzo." she takes a sip of tea, "So, what brings you here, other than me knowing who Uncle Sam was?"
John Rizzo "I wanna know the people I'm gonna be working with," says the detective. "And give you folks a chance to size me up, too."

     "There's a few things about me that aren't pretty," he explains. "In the same way we say war isn't pretty. I'm trying to be on the straight and narrow, but I think folks oughta know what they're getting into. That way, nobody feels like I chiseled 'em. And, on the other side, I know how to work with you so my bad habits don't get us both chilled."

     "I've met a few people already," he says. "You were next on the list, since I'm as American as apple pie and you're..." He looks at the model of the battleship. "Not," he says as charitably as he can. "For another reason, too. Most of the people my age are in nursing homes by now."
Nagato     "I see, you're talking to the Admiral of the fleet here, all the girls you see here are under my command. If you're in need of any assistance, land or water or air, you can call on us for help." she nods, "Though, I do need to know what you are and how you can be of assistance. But don't worry, I can find assistance in everyone's capabilities, regardless if you think it might not be useful."
John Rizzo "Where to start... Well, easiest to be honest, I guess."

     "I'm a monster. I was cursed to be one because I sinned. I have to live off of blood. Anything else, like that tea, turns to ash and gets violently puked out." He nods towards the tea. "Sunlight lights me up like a stack of pine needles, unless I bundle up like an eskimo. Even then I'm groggy, on account of being up in the daytime, and real, real uncomfortable. Fire hurts, too. That, or sunlight, or hunger, or anger, can make the Beast come out. The Beast is the animal that's inside everybody. When you're a vampire, it wakes up. And when you're scared, hungry, or pissed off, it can come out, take the wheel, and force you into the backseat of your own body."

     "I'm also not popular among my own because I believe in God and redemption and pay the idea more than lip service. But there's upsides. The curse makes you strong as an ox, quick as a bullet train, and tougher than a Mack truck. If you want to use blunt force trauma on a Kindred, you'd have to pack a lunch, and bullets aren't much use unless you're a real sharpshooter. Depending on who sired you, gifts. I can mess with people's heads, a whole lot of different ways, and I see things. Hidden things."
Nagato     Nagato makes a not so hidden look to the double bladed axe thats upon the wall before turning to Rizzo. "Monster, huh? You realize that I will protect my girls at all costs." she stretches slightly, leaning back in the chair, "And I figured vampires only existed in storybooks or horrible erotic novels." she gives a shrug, only to nod slightly, "Perhaps we can use your gifts, the fact that you can see hidden is good. Maybe you can do scouting for us"
John Rizzo "I expect you to. This is punishment. Friendship is a privilege. Suspicion is just desserts." He follows her gaze. "So, you had better be ready to give me the Broderick with that axe, Admiral, because when the Beast comes out it doesn't care who you are to me."

     "On my world, those stories, the stinkers and the keepers, came from fact. Some of it's true, some isn't. Some of it confuses us with other things that go bump in the night, and believe me, my world's /lousy/ with them. Fire's the easiest way to kill me. It's also the easiest way to get me to frenzy, so be careful. If you can't do that, go for something sharp and try to..." He pantomimes a guillotine motion with his fingers. "You can stake me through the heart and that'll paralyze me until someone gets rid of it. Garlic's no good. Neither is a cross, holy water, the Torah, prayer strips and all that jazz unless you really, really believe what it represents."
Nagato     "I see. I'll make note of that in our personal dossiers for those who are on base." she nods, the Admiral leans back, "I won't pry to how that has happened but I wish you the best with dealing with it. If you're in need of anything from the fleet, let me know and I can try to make that happen for you. Conversely, if I need help, I will be asking you."
John Rizzo "Thanks," says Rizzo, who seems much more grateful for the Admiral's hesitance to pry than his one-word response would imply. Whatever it was, it must have been bad--the man seems overly prone to self-flagellation over his misdeed. It's written all over his face, his wrinkled clothes, his tired eyes...

     "I'll send a packet to the Union with all of that, as a just-in-case. I just need to finish breaking bread with the other folks that might not get along with me." He sighs. "Anyway." Rizzo takes a swig of his flask and grimaces at the taste. He screws the cap back on and puts it away. "If you can't get to me, there's my business partner, Marcus Borden. He's not a heavy hitter, but he's been around the block."
Nagato     Nagato gives a brief nod, a smile upon her face. Though, Rizzo's face is a look she's seen plenty of times before and she's broken people out of that.. maybe when it's time, she'll break Rizzo out of it. For now, the Admiral seems to be content, "I will, don't worry. If you wish, you can spend the night in the barracks here."
John Rizzo "Someday," he says.

     "Right now, I gotta breeze. Lots of moonlight left, and I got cases burning a hole in the file cabinet. Nice meeting you, Admiral." He stands up, then pauses, as if remembering something. "Like this?" he asks, before bowing at the waist.
Nagato     Nagato gives a slight nod as she stands up. Taking a look at the bow, she gives this pleased looking grin and bows in return. "Nice meeting you too, Rizzo. Do come back."