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| Topic Started: Friday, 11. July 2014, 08:00 (1,099 Views) | |
| Margo Moreau | Friday, 11. July 2014, 08:00 Post #1 |
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Enfield was not Margo's usual territory. She had come a long way in the past 10 years in understanding the Anarchs. The rabid dogs that followed her sire from Paris and shot up a pub, killing a dozen people (including Margo) were not your typical Anrachs. Margo had come to understand that they were from a more radical group, and that Esme was one of the big Camarilla guns in Paris who were used to keep the independents in their place. Needless to say, Margo's sire Esme Montroux and the Anarchs did not get along. At all. But this was the Hospitality Club. A name she was hearing more and more. It seemed welcoming and... Lynx was here. The man who could tell her more about CJ. Also the man who fucked the shit out of her and had blood that tasted like Irish Whiskey. It had been one hell of a night. a crazy and delightful train wreck. For the troubled Rose, it was just the thing. It was a well she'd like to draw from again. Maybe... Just the slight complication of a Gangrel Elder. No problem. In the meantime, she really did want to talk to him about CJ. The fact that she felt horribly empty without Ryan and Tavin did not factor into her trip to Hospitality at all. Nope. So Margo parked her blue Subaru BRZ and held onto the wheel. Do I really want to do this? she thought. She stayed in her car looking towards the door of the place for several minutes going over everything in her head. In the end she did what she almost always did... followed her heart. Gut. Whatever. Some place lower then her brain. Into the club she went. Narrow brimmed hat on her head, couture dark brown leather coat to the waist. A Ramones tour t-shirt; blue jeans and Docs. She looked around the stately pub. "Nice" she muttered. Not what she was expecting really. Margo walked slowly into the pub. As she passed the pool table she ran her fingers over a ball and rolled it across the felt. She paused there before heading towards the bar. |
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| Yukiko Miyazaki | Friday, 11. July 2014, 10:53 Post #2 |
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Yuki is doodling in a drawing pad behind the bar, already regretting her decision to stop drawing. SO. VERY. MUCH. ..damn vampires, messing with her family, muttermutter, grumblegrumble, razzenfrazzen Ventrue. ..well, okay, one vampire, most of the others so far seem content to leave an Elder in peace. It apparently takes a spoiled little Princess who thinks the world revolves around -her- and the arrogance of an empress to taunt the Elder Gangrel. muttermutter, grumblegrumble, dingle? What dingle? Oh the front door! The little five foot brunette with the arms like cocktailsticks looks up from her doodling and puts a friendly, welcoming smile on her face. "Welcome to Hospit..hey, i know you. You killed me, why did you kill me?" The girl in the black Gi and the red shirt blinks owlishly behind her glasses, goes an alarming shade of embarrassed red and brushes her bangs away from the matching bandana around her forehead. "Um, i mean i saw you outside Muse, inside Muse too i think, please forgive me! That was a very strange dream i had, i know you did not kill me, that would be silly because i am still here, talking to you. Um. I am Miyazaki Yukiko, would you like a drink?" The smile is nervous, more than a little forced and the girl is blushing like a lighthouse. |
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| Lynx | Friday, 11. July 2014, 12:15 Post #3 |
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The Irishman was sitting at the piano at the moment. There weren't any customers currently and the Irish ghoul had felt like expressing himself through song. He sat at the small piano and ran his fingers across the ivory. Night at Bald Mountain was currently rumbling through the Pub as he gave in to his somber mood and allowed his mind to wander. He tended to darker classical music when he was free to just let himself go and he knew that Yuki wasn't going to bother him about it. The 5'7 blond Irishman was dressed in his normal work "uniform" for the club. A black button down shirt, black slacks and soft shoes. A black apron was tied about his hips and his sleeves were rolled back to free his forearms and long fingers hands. His green eyes were closed as he swayed at the piano. His body moving back and forth as he wove his hands over the keys and lifted the intricate piece out of the piano. He didn't hear the bell ding, didn't hear Yuki speaking, he was long in his soft song and the visions in his head. Fantasia had haunted him after he saw it. The demon rising from the mountain. Every time he played this song he saw that fantasy all over again and he truly loved it with a passion. |
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| Margo Moreau | Monday, 14. July 2014, 09:40 Post #4 |
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Margo's brow crumpled and she gave the quirky hostess a puzzled look. But her attention was immediately drawn to the haunting music being played by Lynx. It resonated with the Toreador and she felt herself being pulled towards the mountain that Lynx was crafting. She shook of her fascination enough to engage the hostess briefly... after all, blood is always welcome and a drink was offered. "Hello... is it Miyazaki or Yukiko? I always forget which name is which... anyway, what should I call you Miss...?" Her attention was once again drawn to the music filling the hall, and her head. Lynx was brilliant. She pulled away again to look at Yukiko "Drink... yes... what would you recommend?" Margo shifted her little body so that she was leaning on the bar facing Lynx... she was losing the fascination fight as the power of Mussorgsky in the hands of Lynx gained in intensity. Her soft brown eyes became wide and glossy and she became very still. |
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| Yukiko Miyazaki | Monday, 14. July 2014, 10:32 Post #5 |
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Some people might be insulted to have attention drifting away from them like that. Yuki is just happy the weird outburst got brushed off so easy. "Family name first, personal name second, it is Yukiko but Yuki will do fine, Miss!" Can't expect Gaijin to know about cultures outside their sphere of influence after all, especially Americans. Uhm, what the hell is she going to suggest to a vampire she doesn't know? Um..wine? Wine seems good, the way she keeps just slightly drifting off gives Yuki some inkling of what Clan the woman belongs to. Maybe, possibly, it's dangerous to -assume- things about them. Anyway who doesn't like red wine? It's classy! "Perhaps a nice red wine and.." Um..something neutral? AB sounds good, it works for transfusions, doesn't it? Probably works for vampires too. "AB, perhaps?" She leans in slightly to murmur conspirationally. "Please have a seat to enjoy the music, i will bring your drink over. And perhaps an Irish whiskey for the pianoplayer?" |
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| Lynx | Monday, 14. July 2014, 12:19 Post #6 |
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The Irishman continued his song until it came through and segued into a new piece. In The Hall of the Mountain King though he played it somewhat slower and in a deeper chord than was traditional. Adding a macabre tone to it. It was just something he was doing now, trying to match the ominous tones of a Night of Bald Mountain. Though truthfully Hall of the Mountain King was more martial than eerie. His eyes were still closed and he seemed unaware that there were others around him. His long fingers danced back and forth across the ivory as he swayed before the piano. He'd flush to realize he was ignoring a vampiric guest; but not realizing there were any guests he continued to play and draw tones out into the air. |
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| Margo Moreau | Tuesday, 15. July 2014, 01:35 Post #7 |
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The switch of pieces gave Margo a reprieve. She gave her head a shake and turned back to Yuki. "Um... hey, no not wine. I haven't had a beer in forever. Looks like you have blood beer there? Is that right? Oh and... no Whiskey for Lynx. I am sure he has that covered." She smirked. "...Yukiko. Right? Sorry I drifted off there." Margo sat up on a stool. Quite content to let Lynx play. She bit her tongue to help keep her grounded, at least for now. Going into full Toreador mode right now seemed a bad idea. Even so, her attention was mostly on Lynx; not on the adorably quirky bartender. |
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| Yukiko Miyazaki | Tuesday, 15. July 2014, 12:00 Post #8 |
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Well he IS cute. And he plays very well. So no reason for Yuki to feel jealous at being passed over. Infact, that's usually a good thing with vampires. She's -so- a Toreador. Although Yuki shouldn't judge, she does the same thing they do, albeit in a different way. "Yes we have beers." And since the last recommendation Yuki made, the woman can make up her own mind about them. "I shall get you a list." Which she does, and helpfully slips into Margo's hands, after making sure the woman isn't entirely zoned out and liable to bite or rip Yuki's arm off when the little Japanese girl 'invades her territory', snappish, moody creatures that the vampires are. |
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| Lynx | Tuesday, 15. July 2014, 12:20 Post #9 |
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The Irishman shifted and slowly and let his fingers wander, a slow trill over the keys like he was resetting. He blinked a few times but didn't really come out of his musical trance. The new song started slowly... but a fan of classical music might recognize it. The Dance Macabre. It's slow start didn't last long before Lynx was flashing back and forth across the keys, his eyes closed as he played the piece from memory. His hands danced and flashed as he played the third of his favorite gothic pieces upon the keyboard. The stocky little Irishman wore a calm smile on his face, lost in his own world as he began and continued to play his music upon his piano. He was totally unaware of anything going on around him. He was sure Yuki would get his attention if he was needed or bothering anyone. |
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| Margo Moreau | Tuesday, 15. July 2014, 19:13 Post #10 |
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Oh man... Lynx was 2 for three. She didn't care much for the Mountain King... but Bald Mountain and the Danse Macabre... two of her favorites. Classical music was one of the few types of music she ever listened to other then the entire spectrum that was the total awesomeness of punk rock. Margo started to drift again and she bit her tongue harder. She looked over the list of beers and chose the first Brown Ale she found "This one please." Margo said with a dimply smile to Yuki. She put the lager list back on the bar. Margo wanted to get carried away on the music... Lynx played so well, and the sparsely populated pub resonated beautifully. But she also had some curiosity to satisfy... and sometimes the little game of seeing if she could resist her Toreador blood had an appeal. Poor tongue. Margo switched to digging her nails into the crook of her arm so she could talk "So... Yuki, how well do you know Lynx?" Then Margo looked a shade more serious, but she tried to keep her tone light "And do you happen to know a woman, goes by CJ?" |
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| Yukiko Miyazaki | Tuesday, 15. July 2014, 21:53 Post #11 |
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Oh, brown Ale! Good choice! "Yes Madam." Yuki smiles brightly and obligingly fills one of the bar's -clean!- glasses to gently push within Margo's reach where she can easily reach it without it being likely she'll knock it over while she listens to Lynx's skilled playing. The question though seems to take the odd little Japanese girl by surprise and her eyes dart to Lynx then to a taller than man-sized , framed drawing of their little 'family to the background of a mountain drawn in an oldfashioned Japanese style: Jason, Lynx, CJ, Celestia and Yuki, the Elder Gangrel in the middle as is fitting for the family Patriarch and the two couples flanking him, all of them dressed in a traditional house Kimono. The Mention of CJ clearly puts her further on edge: Her jaw sets, her hands grip the bar top tight enough to make her knuckles turn white and her expressive brown eyes narrow with a look of instant paranoia. Not quite open hostility. Yet. "I know him quite well and i am familiar with a young woman who calls herself CJ. Why?" She's not even pretending to be polite. Although she seems to realise that and adds a quick "Please." to the counterquestion. |
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| Lynx | Tuesday, 15. July 2014, 22:11 Post #12 |
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The music sort of crashed to an end with a jarring suddenness. He'd started getting vaguely aware of people talking behind him and subconsciously tuning in slowly. He had been preparing to wrap up his playing and actually attend his duty as the bartender when he heard the name C.J mentioned repeatedly. Which is what brought his music to a sudden end. He pivoted on the leather covered bench and his green eyes stared at Margo and Yuki with a certain degree of hurt and surprise to find that they were discussing one of his loves behind his back. Especially given how sensitive C.J was about being a vampire at all now. He hadn't seen her in around two weeks since he'd been trying to follow Veronicka's rules about giving her space. Which... he hated. Deeply. "Why are ye asking about C.J then?" His Irish tenor was a bit on the cold side, he couldn't help that. She was a touchy topic and he didn't have any alcohol in his system to dull the pain. He had a dim memory of Margo MAYBE mentioning she knew C.J when they met at the bar, but his mind was black on a lot of the details of the night. |
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| Margo Moreau | Wednesday, 16. July 2014, 00:10 Post #13 |
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Well, Margo certainly had not expected such a buzz-kill bomb. She took a moment to look around the pub... it seemed they were the only ones in earshot. And... the picture. It quickly conveyed it's thousand words. The family, the closeness. It instantly brought up claws of jealousy and longing that griped her mind. She closed her eyes and centered. Margo was suddenly an unwelcome guest intruding at Sunday dinner. When Margo opened her eyes she shifted her perceptions to see the colors that were flowing around Lynx and Yuki. Resulting in a quiet long look at each of them. After this awkward silence Margo said. "It was a hell of a night, Lynx. I don't remember it all either." She lied. Then she spoke reluctantly "I... loved CJ. And I became obsessed with her, as we Toreador do. I wanted her to be mine... a ghoul, eventually a childe. To preserve her talent for the ages." Margo sighed and looked down at the floor. She crossed her arms protectively. "I walked away. I didn't want this existence for her. I wanted her to have her life. To live and love and grow old." She tensed. "It was one of the hardest things I ever did. It was like tearing off my arm...." "And then... I learned that she found love. The very night I walked out of her life. That love planted a seed..." Now came the anger Margo had to swallow. "And then some fucking Ventrue stole those lives from her. She ended up in the night anyway..." Margo gripped her face... so angry. No, more then anger... rage. She bit it back. After she calmed Margo went on, looking sorrowfully at Lynx. "I... felt the need to talk with you more, Lynx. We were in a drunken mess that night. I don't even know for sure what I want here. I guess I want to... connect with other people that loved her or something. It is just all so... senseless." Edited by Margo Moreau, Wednesday, 16. July 2014, 00:17.
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| Yukiko Miyazaki | Wednesday, 16. July 2014, 01:20 Post #14 |
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Yuki's aura is bright, clearly she's a mortal, not a vampire. There is also a growing core of red and purple, slowly blotting out all the other colours in her normally active and multi hued aura, laced through with twitching black and held in check with a thin latticework of light blue. Even if her aura didn't, her face and eyes show the fury she's only just holding in check. Teeth grit, jaw set, eyes narrowed slits of hate. Don't reach for the sword. Remember the name. Don't reach for the sword, remember the name. The name is Hospitality. Don't reach for the sword. She is not your enemy. She is NOT your enemy. SHE IS NOT YOUR ENEMY! Her breathing comes in slow, deep draws, eyes fixed on Margo, hands clenched on the bar's counter top. "Yess..it iss.." Half hiss, half speech, through gritted teeth. |
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| Lynx | Wednesday, 16. July 2014, 12:01 Post #15 |
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"Talking about C.J is a bit painful, as ye might imagine. Ye want te do some good, find that Malia Hauke woman and have a talk with her about not being such a fecking callous monster. That'd be a nice gesture. Since this was all part o'some grand feud she's got going on with Jason." Lynx's own vampire pale aura was a mix of silver and red, as sadness and anger battled for control of his heart. The stocky Irishman put down the cover of the piano and walked back over and around behind the bar. He picked up a clean rag and started polishing the bar counter in fast aggressive strokes. From the look he might be attempting to polish his way straight through the top. "Look, I got all the issues of a dead child, a dead girlfriend, a girlfriend who jest became a vampire, a girlfriend sent off te finishing school I'm not allowed te visit te often and frankly plain old rage te deal with. Conversation on the subject is a bit hard te manage at the moment. C.J is under mentorship of a Ventrue friend of Jason. She's only allowed visitors on rare occasion. I can tell her yer upset on her behalf if it'll make ye feel better. Whenever the hell I'm allowed te see her again." |
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| Margo Moreau | Wednesday, 16. July 2014, 22:40 Post #16 |
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Yeah... Margo needed to back. The fuck. Off. Message received. Her Toreador sense was tingling from Yuki which put the little Rose on edge. Lynx's sorrow was palpable. And Margo understood. She asked gently "Would you carry a letter to CJ from me?" Margo would be satisfied with that. After all... she had walked out of her life. Seeing her again... talking to her... Margo didn't need that shit on top of everything else right now. Margo takes a moment to savor her Brown Ale... that's one for Hospitality. No beer in Elysium. Then Margo said "Hey... and look, if you want me to leave, or leave you alone; I will. I get if you don't want any other complications in your life right now Lynx." She glanced at the bartender turned samurai warrior on this point as well. "Regardless of the name of your pub." "But hey, if you don't mind me coming around and gushing while you play, while having one of your... really good... beers here.... that would be great." Margo shrugged in resignation... "But in either case... tell me more about Malia Hauke? Did she do this thing to CJ?" Edited by Margo Moreau, Wednesday, 16. July 2014, 22:43.
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| Yukiko Miyazaki | Thursday, 17. July 2014, 00:10 Post #17 |
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A sudden corkscrew of dark blue spirals through Yuki's aura when the Toreador looks at her and more or less repeats something Yuki was hammering into her own head. "The name of your pub'... How in the Kami's name does she know that? ..oh. Really? REALLY!? Purple. Red. Black. Drowning out the Dark blue, pushing the lines of light blue into the thickness of a thin wire mesh. All of it directed at Margo now. First she decides she's going to take CJ 'to preserve'..although in her defense she didn't go through with that..so that cancels each other out, she actually managed to transcend her own egocentric nature. Kudos on her, that might have gotten her Yuki's respect if she hadn't FUCKED Lynx.. And THAT subject needs to be shelved right now because Yuki does NOT want to think about Lynx and this..dead, -tainted-, selfish THING rutting with her little brother....even though an image or two of Jason decides to filter into her head.. NO! BAD YUKI! NO! NO! NO! BAD!BAD!BAD! So she managed to avoid taking CJ, which would have been worth some respect. But then the whore seduced Lynx. ..which in all fairness is not terribly hard. It's just who he is, he's...okay..so..she was probably a little peckish, he was being...well..himself. And probably blind stinking drunk, taking into consideration the state he got home in.. ...dammit, okay, whore is a strong word and Yuki can't in all honesty be angry with her for having her way with her manslut of a little brother..After all Yuki was there herself. And Yuki would dearly like to mount and have her way with Jason...Which really doesn't make her any better than Lynx. Except she doesn't go through with it because it'd break Father's heart.. But there is something she CAN be angry about..really, really, really fucking angry..and that's having her head, her personal thoughts, her FUCKING PRIVACY -invaded- like it's this little egocentric sow's personal fucking PLAYGROUND!! Her mind -USED-like that BITCH Malia -USED- her body.. That's a pretty damn good reason to be angry.. She could draw 'Ten Thousand Cold Nights'... Spin on her toes.. Grip with both hands.. Bring the sword down over the counter top onto the invading bitch's slender little neck... Father would believe -her-, would believe Yuki over any deceitful, filthy Yokai... But his name would be mud, the club a laughingstock, her family dishonoured... No. No that will not happen.. The threat emanating from Yuki dissipates when the thin wire mesh of light blue containing the roiling mass of purple, red and black thickens, expands into thicker cables in a helix of light blue and gold when the Japanese girl closes her eyes, shifts her hands to her chest, one horizontally and the other touching it to create an inverted T-shape and starts to murmur quietly in Japanese: An entreaty to the Kami and the spirits of her Ancestors for the calm and the wisdom she needs to stay her hand and to not bring dishonour to her family. |
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| Lynx | Thursday, 17. July 2014, 00:24 Post #18 |
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"Yeah, ye leave a letter and I'll see that she gets it. As fer Hauke, not much te tell. Ventrue from Norway. She turned C.J then left her behind. I know she tried to get in touch with C.J after that because C.J shattered her phone. After that though Jason arranged fer C.J te learn from a woman named Veronicka. That's all I know except fer Malia being a cold bitch that declared war on Jason. But I don't really wanna talk about this to much te tell ye the truth." The Irishman continued polishing the bar with his white rag over and over again. He was using the task to calm himself down, taking slow deep breaths and letting them out again. He picked up a dusting spray and lightly spritzed the counter top and then went back to polishing the bar to a high gleam. His green eyes were almost completely closed and he'd paled a bit as he spoke. His remained heavy, for a light Irish tenor. The young man didn't WANT to tell her she was pushing some very painful buttons and would do best leaving before he lost his calm; but he was growing close. Still, he'd promised Jason that he could keep himself together after having disappointed him so severely. When he'd told Jason about his last two binges... the Gangrel hadn't even yelled at him. He'd just looked sad and walked out. Hadn't responded to any messages for an entire day. The disappointment and abandonment had scared Lynx to his core. So he was throwing himself back into his club and his music and had vowed to stop drinking himself into stupid and dangerous situations. He never wanted to see that much disappointment on the face of his master again. |
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| Margo Moreau | Thursday, 17. July 2014, 01:15 Post #19 |
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Margo stood up from her chair and walked up to Lynx. She spoke each word out like a heavy footstep "The Ventrue that turned CJ, is here. In London...?" ...The little Rose put it together. This Ventrue was the same one she met at Muse the other night... the one Leo was... instructing. Margo's rage pulled together into a spear. Margo's voice turned cold "This is Jason here? The one in the picture... he is a Kindred as well? Hauke is his enemy? I would like to meet with him if he will see me... because now Hauke is my enemy too." A woman scorned hath no fury as a pissed off Toreador. Edited by Margo Moreau, Thursday, 17. July 2014, 17:15.
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| Yukiko Miyazaki | Friday, 18. July 2014, 16:03 Post #20 |
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Does this perambulatory corpse of a festering Gaijin gutter whore have no sense of empathy at all? Or a shred of decorum? Or ANY redeeming feature other than a (selfish) desire to hurt Hauke? ..no, probably not.. She probably views everyone who isn't her like some plaything to fuck or order around as she pleases. Not unlike the creature she now claims to hate.. Which is exactly what she intends to tell Father.. "I shall go see if Father will see you. ..miss." Barely civil. With a chill as welcoming as a yawning tomb. 'Try not to fuck Lynx on the bar top while i'm away you filthy Toreador slut..' Because obviously Lynx is not to blame here, she probably drugged him or something, poor boy... She bows. Barely. And scrunches her nose up as she snatches her sword from underneath the bar and turns on her heels to walk off. Clearly keeping it there is a Bad Idea. She might be tempted to use it again. Damn vampires.. |
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