dun_moch | IC Contact post for Mask or Menace

[From what he had heard, this man had a deep, rich voice and was used to oratory. He could respond with text, keep the count out of his element - or he could make him feel like a winner. Catch flies with honey instead of vinegar. A video conference would be too personal for their first meeting. Voice it is.

He flicks the communication open and speaks at a soft, polite volume. His pitch and tone are perfectly controlled. His words intone sympathy with the man's predicament.]

Count Dooku. I am Dr. Jonathan Crane.

To begin with, I apologize for calling you without prior engagement. Keeping matters short, for we are both busy individuals: I am messaging you regarding your communication with Harleen Quinzel. I feel I must apologise on her behalf. We are visitors here from the same city and I saw how she familiarized you with her sense of social manners. You cannot expect a woman with her level of psychosis to act rationally. It would be easier upon you to not encourage the attention she desires.

count dooku
i hope youre doing okay
now that the occupation is over
and the russians are gone

whenever youre free
i want to ask your opinion
about something important
if its alright

[ After talking to him back at the Seminar, Kaneki sort of grew interested in Dooku's words ]

Count Dooku, hello. This is Kaneki.

I hope you are well, after all that happened.

My dear Count. Have you got a moment or two? Little chat.

I've encountered quite the dilemma. I'd like to discuss it with you.

Count Dooku? Please call me back at your earliest convenience when you are in private. It's urgent.

[ But not urgent enough to not worry about protecting her identity as the Clairvoyant. ]

Count Dooku. My sincerest condolences on the outcome of this election. I found you to be an excellent opponent, and it is beyond my understanding why that dog received as many votes as it did.

[ A beat. ]

But I am not calling for the purpose of speaking about what's past. I wish to talk about the future. And more specifically how I can help you further your agenda. Lucifer supported us both for a reason, and I believe we could be far more powerful as an alliance than we can as one single ambassador.

How dedicated to safety are you?

[Random text from Daryl is random?]

[Dooku might be at work or home when the invitation comes. But rather than any regular ol' mail handler, this one is a little different. The doorbell rings, or a slow, insistent knock lets out. Whenever Dooku does answer, he will find dear Sally standing before him, a knowing smile on blood red lips. She holds out a golden envelope with his name handwritten in careful, precise lettering, handing it over with that smile still in place.

And with that she turns, leaving Dooku with his invite. By the time he looks at what's in hand and back up to say something to Sally, though, she's vanished, leaving only the scent of cigarettes in her wake.]

I wanted to apologize for missing dinner, I ran into some unforeseen trouble.

Do I look like an ATM?

[ There's a package left for Dooku some time after his and Adachi's last meeting. It's a thick packet, with double copies of reciepts and contracts and paystubs; one stack being originals, the other copies with Adachi's note scrawled all over them, pointing out the descrepencies between them. ]

[ There's also another sheet of paper, with a note from Adachi. ]

Surprised you let something like this go on for this long. I need glasses again after all this reading.

I can bring this to the police on your behalf if you want. Otherwise it's up to you what to do with the information. Let me know.

Bad news. We couldn't find anything about that LACKEY AI. We checked out all the porter cities and no one's heard anything. I'm transferring that payment you gave us back to you right now. No info, no payment. Sorry, man.

[ Kaneki only celebrates New Years, so that's the day he'll be dropping off gifts. For Count Dooku, he will leave incense, home-made mochi (rice cakes), sake and a a beautiful japanese handkive (Tanto) ]

Thank you for everything you have done for me, Count Dooku. I'm not sure if I could have done so much without your words and guidance. I hope you have a happy New Year.

- Ken Kaneki

Hunting Shack's almost done. You were interested in seeing it, right?

Hello, Count Dooku. I've seen the recent post regarding the prison outbreak and your name was mentioned. Do you think we could meet to discuss a couple of things?

Hello sir, it's Kagami. I need to discuss something with you privately. It's a bit urgent, so please call me back soon if possible.

[ Dooku finds himself getting some more of those old foggie letters. Delivered by mockingbird and sealed closed by a wax mockingbird sigil, it's pretty obvious who this is from. The letter is hand-written in careful cursive. ]

Dear Count Dooku -

I write to you on behalf of a project I am working on within my city. Construction has already begun on rebuilding a much larger library, but I wish for this to be more than simply a bigger structure. I hope to inspire education and the spread of knowledge to the natives of Maurtia Falls as well as provide an invaluable resource to new arrivals here. But more than that, I wish to use it to pay homage to the natives who lost their lives within Maurtia Falls due to imPort related tragedies. Their names will be honored within the library itself and donations will be set up to be made to the families.

For this project to succeed, I need your help. If you are able to donate anything at all to the cause, it would be most appreciated -- whether that is books, money, or simply your time. And if you would be so willing to say a few words at the grand opening, I would be honored.

I thank you for your time, and I do hope to hear back from you soon.

Sincerely,
Ambassador Petyr Baelish

[ OOC: You can feel free to just respond to this OOCly if he would donate anything or not! ]

Knock, knock.

Good evening, Count.

I am contacting you this night to let you know that the Ambassador of Maurtia Falls, Lord Petyr Baelish, has done me a favor in helping me to establish my law firm.

In return, he has asked that I assist in gaining votes for a man named Sam Merlotte. I know little of this man other than that the Lord thinks him... naive. Malleable. And he has offered me a thousand dollars per voter turned to his cause, which I would be happy to use to assist our organization.

This can easily be done on my own, but I figured I'd let you know, and perhaps get a feel for if this would be something worth bringing to the group at large.

Need to talk to you about that investment we were discussing the other day. When's the soonest you can meet?

Hello, Count. I hope you are well, despite all the strange events happening of late. If you have time, I'd like to ask you a couple of questions regarding someone you might know. His name is Anakin Skywalker.

What are you hoping to accomplish?

[ One day, this shows up in Dooku's mailbox. See you there? ]

[ Iwai had to spend a long, long time deliberating over whether or not it was right for him to get in contact with the Count. He wouldn't say he was scared of Dooku, exactly, but he doesn't know how the old man works - if Iwai disappointed him, or made him angry, how would he react? He didn't want to believe the Count would use violence against him, not when he still believes in The Constellation, but five people are dead and he's been roped back into having connections with the mafia, a life he left a long, long time ago. He needs reassurance that this is still... an honorable organization. So. His face is on screen, tired but determined, guarded as ever. ]

I've gotta talk to you. It ain't about anythin' bad. Not really. I've just got some questions, and you're the only one who can answer 'em. Are you free to talk?

Voice

text;

Voice ; gonna make this happen just watch

Audio

voice;

voicemail; backdated before the attack

voice;

Text - Forward Dated to July 8th if that's cool?

spoopy mail

audio; backdated a few days

[ voice ]