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On the Hunt; Thaddeus and Ramya
Topic Started: Sep 21 2014, 05:57 PM (726 Views)
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The Tremere felt an odd sense of deja vu as he stepped into the Bazaar, flashing back to his youthful trips into the rag alleys of Whitechapel, though even as the memory overlaid his current experience, he understood that these were two entirely different locales. The Bazaar was brighter, even at night, more colorful and brazen, and busy even though the sun had slipped down behind the horizon. Musical languages rang out from every direction, and the scent of exotic spices and teas tickled his nose, pleasant and pungent in equal measures.

He perhaps looked a bit out of place, his all black wardrobe fitted on a fair and lithe man, among this loose rainbow of swarthy, stout people, a stern Gilbert Stuart portrait in a Titian painting. His long coat fluttered around his calves in the same manner that bright skirts of mustard and crimson did as gypsy women gracefully swirled through the crowds, peddling their wares, ignoring the creeping curls of cold fog that threatened to sneak through seams and chill the skin.

The scientist in him wished to pause and consider the various tinctures and potions being offered, to explore any practical use of those spices, but the darker core of him, the hungry, angry secret that gnawed at his very bones, was seeking something far more specific and destructive. His bright, cobalt eyes flicked from person to person, seeking the signs that would indicate he had been successful. The cane held in one hand clicked lightly along the cobblestone, sounding off the rhythm of his pace, ticking like a clock that was counting down to something dark and ominous.

As he was denied the sight of his goal as of yet, the tension inside of him built and burned, his thumb starting to tap at the handle of his cane with each click on the stone, the only outward indication of his growing impatience.




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If there was anywhere in the city that Ramya enjoyed, it would be the Bazaar. While she did not mourn a youth spent in poverty and wandering the streets of India, she did take pleasure in the rich spices and boisterousness language and vibrant colours of the weaving maze of stalls. It was rare that she appear as herself, not wanting her reputation to be seen in a poor light, and tonight was no different.

Many would not have the geographic knowledge to decipher the exact country in which the visage was born, but the darker skin and wide brown eyes would suggest that he was from the Asian continent. His body was lean and bordering on malnourished and tall, giving him the appearance of a street lamp. His clothes were worn but not yet falling to pieces and despite the weather, he moved through the rows of tables in leather sandals.

He was no a point of interest, a simple man out for a stroll. However, the pale man in black stood out like a pearl upon the beach. It was not difficult to fall in behind him, to watch and follow his steps as he made his way through the exotic scenery.

What caught her attention was that he moved with a purposeful step, seemingly having somewhere to be which was not the usual occurrence when the rich and titled wandered in this part of the city. He exuded a need - a hunger and it made her all the more curious.

He managed to find his way forward without detection, sliding into a darkened alleyway, only to step out when Thaddeus was close enough to gently touch on the arm, "Generous and kind sir, you are in search of something.. let me be your guide." His accent was heavy, but he managed to speak with a surprising eloquence.
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The touch to his arm nearly had him jolting, his hand flexing on the head of his cane, arm tensing, a sure sign that the gnawing hole in the core of him was starting to take over. He managed to just keep ahold of his composure, only going still and taut for that fraction of a moment, before he returned to a silent, still mask of chilled distance. Far more disturbing than the touch to the Tremere was the man's words, the idea that someone had seen through his mask of indifference to that shameful layer underneath.

Cobalt eyes considered the Asian man with a cold aggravation, the faintest shade of petulance underneath that steely light. But that dark tendril of promise, that the man could have what he needed, curled through him and teased at the itching demand crawling under his skin, promising satisfaction beyond measure. When he had arrived in York, he had not considered that to find the same accommodations that he had enjoyed in Vienna would be remotely difficult, considering he had simply stumbled upon it in his former home city.

It was that coaxing, seductive voice in the back of his head that had his lips parting, moistened briefly with a narrow, pink tip of a tongue, before he spoke, "If you believe you can provide me with something of interest, lead the way. Somehow, he managed to sound entirely haughty and dismissive in that moment, and as if that weren't enough, he gave a flicking fingered gesture to the man to carry on.

Edited by Thaddeus Augustine, Sep 30 2014, 02:58 PM.

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She delighted in the European demeanour, that need for calm indifference in the exterior when just beneath was a well of secrets and shame. It was to find those cracks and crevices and pick away at them until they crumbled away. The slower the dissolution of the self was far more enjoyable that the quick release of chaos. It was there, always just vibrating beneath the surface.

The slender brow grinned broadly, dark eyes twinkling with joy as the dark clothed man accepted his invitation, "Come.. come come.. Abayomi has what you need. Name means bringer of happiness... much joy coming to you, good sir." His hands clapped together a little before he was hurrying forward, guiding people away from the path so that Thaddeus did not have to brush up against him - creating a far greater sense of importance and drawing quite a bit of attention.

All sorts of things were being waved at the stoic man, jewellery dangled in front of his face, various heavily spiced meats on sticks waved at him, the rope leash attached to a goat. Now that everyone saw him, and noticed his white skin and fine dress, they were going to try and get some money from him, but despite being the cause for the attention, Abayomi was quick to dismiss them, even giving one woman a rough shove away for being far too insistent.

Strangely enough, they were distancing themselves from the bazaar and towards a far less populated area of town. It was less illuminated and quiet, only the sound of their footfalls on the cobblestone echoing around them. "Do not be afraid, good sir. Abayomi has what you need.. come... come..."
A hand gestured, motioning Thaddeus forward as he kept himself a few steps ahead. It was a short walk before before the Egyptian youth was stopping and pointing to an alley, "This way. Very secret." A finger pointed to his lips to further the point that it was a hidden location.

Down a short stack of stone steps, a door was pushed open. There was an immediate sensation of warmth as the proper Englishman approached, a golden light inviting him into the space. Once he passed the threshold, the door was promptly closed behind him. He'd notice the heat immediately, as if he were sitting in a sauna. The long and narrow room was filled with brightly coloured and embroidered pillows, sheer scarves draped from the walls and ceiling to create an inviting and exotic atmosphere. Spread across the comfortable surfaces were a handful of men and women, dressed just as finely as Thaddeus, though some were slightly disheveled either from the temperature or far less innocent reasoning.

There was a familiar fragrant floral scent lingering in the air, one that would suggest to the pale guest that he had been lead to the right place. The fact that there was a long, intricately carved pipe being passed around the room would solidify it. Abayomi paused beside Thaddeus and bowed at the waist, "This pleases sir, yes?" And with that, he held his hand up, palm open as if he were waiting for a payment.
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Thaddeus slipped into the role of high royalty easily enough, allowing his proxy of a manservant to draw him through the river of empty temptation, his eyes seeking something that could not be provided by the mundane vendors that wagged their wares towards him. Though there was a faint flicker of a frown as Abayomi grew a little rough with the woman, he remained silent and stoic, though his vibrant blue gaze shifted momentarily to the side to assure that she was unharmed.

As they eased away from the populace of vendors, he grew a shade more curious as to just where he was being led. Though he was confident that he would be able to handle himself were this to be some sort of lure, the surroundings were starting to remind him vaguely of those within Vienna, the fog-choked cobblestone that had led him to his first night of bliss. Though, the more logical side of his mind scolded, it could certainly just be wishful thinking.

As he was guided into the alley and down the steps towards that door, his stomach twisted for a moment, before it was completely eased by that golden bath of light, the warmth... and that familiar scent. The one that dark hollow of him was crying out for. Relief rushed through him, and even eased to the surface, loosening a bit of the severe angles of his face. As the boy held his hand out for money, Thaddeus dipped his long, nimble fingers into an inner breast pocket and soon, a few shillings were chiming as they fell into that palm.

His eyes immediately started to size up the group that was assembled, seeking out someone who looked a little more rumpled, slightly isolated from the others. Easy prey.


Edited by Thaddeus Augustine, Oct 12 2014, 05:16 PM.

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Abayomi's fingers snatched around those coins, clutching them tightly so that Thaddeus would have to pry them from his hand should he wish to claim them as his own once again. The temporary companion was gone as quickly as he had arrived, vanishing from the darkly dressed man's side now that payment had been rendered. The serpent, however, lingered outside, giving pause to allow the shadows to consume her, fading her beautiful appearance into nothingness.

She slid back into the room before the door fell shut, her steps careful as she creeped through through the large space, moving like a billow of smoke until she retreated to one of the rooms in the rear, once again allowing the cloak of obfuscation to drop and reveal the golden skinned devotee of Sutekh to reappear. With her guest within her grasp, she did not hurry to approach, waiting in the backrooms to wait until he had quenched his desire.

The Tremere would not be disappointed at the selection of men and women - young and old - who were available to him. It seemed that the bliss rapture that opium provided did not refuse the eager enthusiasm of anyone, a variety of walks of life sprawled across the many pillows. Hidden away from the scrutiny of the modest age, many couples were in states of undress and arousal, entangled openly while a few watched with hazy eyes.

There was one female, affluent by the clothing she wore, however disheveled it may have been from the heat of the space and the release of the drug that thrummed through her like heartbeat.
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His target decided upon, he slipped through the others in the room like the fog, silent and graceful, his gaze now intent and singular upon the opulently dressed woman, his palm skimming along her forearm as he grew near to her, down to gently take her delicate fingers in his own, that brush drawing her hazy eyes up towards his own. Those vibrant blues gazed intensely into her own muddy hazel eyes, his lips curving softly as he said a single, coaxing word, "Come."*

The woman rose to her feet at the command, and Thaddeus brushed his fingertips along the small of her back, drawing her away into the shadowed privacy of the very rear of the room, hidden from prying eyes, provided any of the unfocused haze-filled could remain on them long enough to determine what was occuring.

The Tremere met the woman's eyes briefly, thinking upon how this was the worst of it, a long-cultivated shame flickering through his mind before his mouth was capturing the woman's, kissing her softly, executing the first step pf a routine he had repeated dozens, if not hundreds of times. A little kissing, to draw suspicion away when his mouth roved along the line of her jaw, down to the side of her throat, a strategically placed hand that could justify the sensations that would occur when his fangs slid forward and sunk into that thick, thrumming vein just under his mouth.

Her cry was delicate, tremulous, like the call of some tiny songbird, eaten up by the foggy smoke that dampened the sights and sounds of the room. The taste of her was like one of the syrups that he administered to his patients, cloyingly sweet with just a hint of stinging bitterness, a flavor that he had come to associate with those that consumed the drug that haunted him. She shuddered against him, her narrow fingers clutching at the lapels of his coat, and even as he swallowed greedy mouthfuls of that would-be medication, he started to grow distant, the numbing effect of the opium spreading through him like liquid anaesthetic of the soul.

His tongue stroked against the punctures he had caused, his eyes sliding closed for a moment, a final, chaste kiss applied to the woman's lips before she was guided back to the seat where she had been settled before he had coaxed her along, and his tall, lithe form was seeking out a seat of his own, his feet feeling a thousand meters away, covered in clouds. He sunk back into the chair, his head falling back and eyes sliding closed as the inevitable sense of relief rushed through him, easing that gnawing blackness in his gut, the hungry demon in the core of him quieting, if only for the moment.


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Edited by Thaddeus Augustine, Nov 13 2014, 10:00 AM.

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She watched that fleeting romance from the darkness. So much like a dance they had moved from one end of the room to their privacy upon a pile of satin covered cushions, how the smoke shielded them from view like the shadows of a large room, and yet with that concealment, a pair of blue eyes followed as he seduced and discarded his partner before the music had ended, his attention clearly pulled into his own private melody.

As he sank into his satiated solitude, she emerged from behind the curtains, parting them with intricately inked fingers. Her small frame was dressed in a rich and warm yellow, the color making her skin shimmer as if it were dusted in gold powder. She tiptoed through the various collection of splayed guests and settled herself down beside him, close enough to be considered invasive and indecent by the socially moral.

Slender digits swept a few of the dark curls that had fallen haphazardly in his slow decent into delirium, her other hand fetching a packed and smoking pipe that had been forgotten by another patron. As she offered it to his lips, she leaned in close and began to sing to him quietly as if the soft caress of words were something conjured by his subconscious.
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He heard the song before he felt her presence, the fresh wave of the drug drawing him up and out of his body. Her voice came to him through the fog of smoke in slow, gradual waves, like a slow tide coming in. It lapped at the edges of his consciousness first, that haze of opium-laced blood, just tickling at his awareness. His eyes slid open after a moment when he realized that it wasn't a memory or an illusion, that someone with a silver voice was actually singing within the room.

Sapphire eyes gone unfocused slid open, looking like dark pools with the swell of his pupil, his gaze seeking out the source of the heavenly, almost eerie song that was slithering through the smoke and landing on her features, not inches from his own. Internally, his mind jolted from the proximity, though his body was on a delay, and he simply found himself sitting up a bit straighter, his lips bumping the pipe she had offered.

"I... ah..." His tongue seemed like a misbehaving pet in his mouth, not following the instructions he was trying to send it, the eloquent words of polite dismissal of this beautiful woman. It stroked out to moisten his lips, which seemed almost impossibly dry.


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Her lips curled into a patient smile, those blue depths glimmering with an unspoken amusement at his bumbling motions while under the surface, she vibrated with disapproval. Here was a fine man ensnared by a simple bloom. He did not consume in rebellion, but out of supplication.

When he did not willingly accept the offered pipe, she brought it to her lips and forced an inhale of the melting resin, the vessel set aside before she was leaning in towards him once more, a palm daring to settle on his thigh before lips parted and the smoke rolled out past them like fog, letting it billow into his face.

"She was too plain for you.." she whispered, her gaze flickering over to the disheveled woman Thaddeus had abandoned on the pillows, "..perhaps something more exotic is to your liking?" Her accent was heavy and only accentuated the musical lilt to her voice, the words in a practiced toned, her education and service as a tawaif rising to the surface.
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