▌▌█╞| FAUST |╡█▐▐ - Accepting (Vampire Rp)

[Sir Metzgermeister]

”Silva in Lumine,
Lunae arcana est,
Domus mea,
Silva in Lumine,
Stellarum est..."

Heinrich Willhelm von Goethe

Heinrich smirked. So she was a late worker who had the fears of a nine year old school girl. What an interesting thing indeed, he simply could not for the life of him understand humans. What had brought him out here so late? Heinrich felt as if he could have told her anything. She'd probably have believed him if he had told her that he was in fact a priest.

"The faithful are rewarded for diligence. In prayer we can find the answer to all things."

The words came to him easily, and were only made more believable by his accent; an accent that had not aged since the days of the bubonic plague. The old world German was a pious creature, devout, ever diligent...

"What drivel. Absolute drivel..."

Heinrich hadn't been on the best terms with his god, ever since becoming a vampire and what not.

"I was asking for forgiveness, and for a chance to be a shepherd to those in need. It seems as if I have received my chance...."

"Hab Acht wenn ganz sacht in der Nacht,
Meine Glut enfacht,
und der Jager in mir erwacht!"

SmexySkittlez

[SmexySkittlez]

Sir Metzgermeister

Looking over at him just as be began to speak,"The faithful are rewarded for diligence. In prayer we can find the answer to all things." Thinking about it if he really was a religious man then I guess it would make sense although she was not a religious person so how would she know. "I am not a very religious person," blurting it out still thinking about what he said.Lost in thought she almost missed what he began to say "I was asking for forgiveness, and for a chance to be a shepherd to those in need. It seems as if I have received my chance...." shaking her head to try to focus on the conversation at hand not wanting to miss any part of what he was saying. She didn't want to seem rude by spacing out and not hearing what he was saying. "You have received that chance," She whispered thinking about it for a moment before looking over at him once more. "Are you indicating that towards me," a confused look on her face, Ren wasn't a stupid girl but it had seemed running on barely any sleep was slowing her brain down a little too slow. If only she could put this puzzle together to realize that everything she had seen so far from meeting this guy and how he presented himself didn't add up. If she wasn't so tired she would have began to wonder about him maybe even try to get away from him with a polite bye, but she wasn't thinking her brain wanted to shut down for the rest of the night till she was fully rested.

[Farenal]

"You were hoping for something clever weren't you?"

Alto found his way to one of the guest rooms and placed he cello lovingly down on the ground. He pulled of his clothes and laid them on top of the case for and laid down to rest. As the sun started to go down Alto woke. He pulled on his clothes and stretched before opening his Cello case. The Cello that it used to contain had been shattered years ago, as well as the bones of the one who broke it, and since he had used it while traveling to contain extra clothes. This time however it didn't contain clothes, this time it held a Rubik cube. He pulled it out and absent mindedly went through the motions of solving it. Every time right before solving it he would mess it up again and start over.

His cube in hand Alto made his way out of the guest room and up the pews. When he got up there he looked over at the human, sitting with her stuff, and smiled. "Evening Rhava." He walked over to the windows and places his hand lightly against the shutters. He was curious as to how long it actually took for a vampire to die to the sun. He'd had close calls before but had never actually been hit by a direct beam of sunlight or had the ability to time it while it had happened. Something he should have asked his ghoul to do for him.

Moving his hand away from the shutters alto went back to the cube, still restarting before finishing every time. He walked around for a while then over by Rhava. "You like music then?" He wondered silently what else she did. Artists always caught Alto's attention, for better or worse, and he was curious if she had some talent somewhere behind all the anger she had been displaying. He sighed and set the cube down on the pew. "Bloody thing." The cube was one shift away from completion and it would stay like that. He reverted his attention to her and spoke. "I see you took a step outside at some point." He said quietly motioning at her stuff.

He laid down next to her and twiddled his thumbs. "Are you hungry?" He thought about his plans for the day. He needed to find another place to stay. While he appreciated Maxwell's offer to stay he found that not having a private place made kindred irritable, and he was no exception.

[cypress8blade]

Rhava

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Rhava jumped slightly when she heard her name spoken. She stopped playing to lift her head off the ground to look at Alto. "You are going to give me a damn heart attack," she replied before setting her head back down to look up at the ceiling. That was something she was going to have to get use to. Her worst nightmares just popping in to say hello at random intervals. "Nice to see you too, by the way," she replied once she regained her composure. Well, the best her composure ever got. Her hands started to slowly strum out an older song that she enjoyed, an older Bob Dylan song. It was simple to play and she could hold a conversation while doing this. Keeping her hands busy always seemed to help her to remain calm.

"Yeah, I guess you could say I like music. Though, what I like, most people keep saying it isn't music really. Sad to say, I'm not that great with this. You put a pencil or a brush in my hands, I can give you masterworks. Put an instrument in my hands, all you get is simple aggression," she replied to his music comment. Rhava stopped playing for a moment to look at the Rubik cube that Alto had been messing with. He seemed to have enough power to make Solomon blush, and yet he spent time messing with a stupid toy like that. Rhava laughed at his comment, covering her mouth with her strumming hand. Mental images of Alto traveling through time, far back to even when the cube didn't exist, constantly having his efforts to solve the cube thwarted one way or another. She continued to snicker as she picked up playing the guitar again. Now, mental pictures of Vermillion ruining his chances at solving the cube through history came to her. She had to shake her head slowly to make those go away. 'Man.... I need to get laid,' she thought to herself trying to push those ideas away.

A small sigh escaped her as Alto mentioned her going out. "I hope I'm not in trouble. I mean, more then I already am. I don't know what the parameters of my 'being watched' actually is yet, so, I shouldn't get busted for this," she stated, pausing her playing to use air quotes, "But, if you guys want me to not let on something is up, then I still have to deal with classes and do petty things like laundry, finals, and beating away dumb a** frat boys with a stick." Rhava let out a hollow laugh, then overly dramatically flung her arms over her head, leaving her guitar to rest on her abdomen. "Great! Now I have to worry about being vamp food on top of finals. God dammit!" she exclaimed, trying to make light of the situation, resting one arm along the floor, while the other draped over her eyes. She was actually on her last semester before graduating with her Masters degree. Somehow, she figured being some sort of servant to the Damned might mess that up.

She lifted her arm up slowly to look over at Alto as he laid down on the floor next to her. He seemed to be different then the other people she had seen yesterday. A pang of worry hit her, wondering what had actually happened to Tizzy. Everything in her memory had gone a bit weird after Tizzy had bitten her. "I grabbed a small bite to eat on the way back. But, if you are offering to buy me free food, I won't say no," she said looking over at Alto, giving him a playful smile. Rhava suddenly realized she was flirting, then bolted up. A soft blush came to her face as she slowly got to her feet. "Well, you wanna get going or what?" she asked putting her guitar on the pew next to the Rubik cube. She adjusted her skirt and ran her fingers through her hair, keeping her back to him.

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That's why we're escaping.
So we won't have to die.
We wont have to deny,
our dirty god, our dirty bodies!

[Farenal]

"You were hoping for something clever weren't you?"

Alto smiled wide when she laughed at him. This behavior was a good step towards her being comfortable. A small glimmer appeared when she mentioned her work. "oh? Masterworks you say? Do show me." His mind quickly went to the fund that he had made. It was supposed to be a charity however he had only ever used it for himself under different names. He wondered if he could fix the little mess that was going on and fund an actual artist for once. He sighed lightly, it would have to be good. Alto was not about to spend anything on poor quality artwork.

He shrugged when she mentioned getting in trouble. "Neither am I. You are a interesting case. Most in your position would've been killed and then disposed of. How much trouble you're depends on if he was planning on letting you have it or not." He pulled himself up and made sure his clothing hadn't been distressed while laying down. "You have quite the mouth on you." Alto's inflection put it halfway between a comment and a scolding. "I'm not really the one who is in charge of watching you. Besides, I don't know what's around here, and it's not like I could eat it anyways." He frowned a bit. There was more truth to his statement then he'd initially realized.

There were a lot of vampires at the meeting but so far only Vermillion could be trusted with anything especially considering Alto's own condition. "Pick what you want. Unfortunately it being night your choices are somewhat limited but you don't have to stick to any particular budget." He made sure that it was actually late enough for him to be out before moving to the door. "I'm sure Maxy wont mind if I feed you as long as I can keep an eye on you, and in the mean time you can show me some of your work." Alto would deal with Maxwell's feelings on the subject when needed.

He opened the door for her and waited for her to go through before he followed. "I doubt you'll have to deal with the boys at the university much longer." He said offhand. There wouldn't be much chance of her being able to complete her courses unless she was taking night classes, and he doubted that. Even if she was she no doubt would have an escort of some sort. The Rubik Cube lay on the pew where he had left it, still one twist from being finish, waiting for one final turn.

[cypress8blade]

Rhava

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Rhava raised an eyebrow to his sudden interest in her work. She highly doubted he would be thrilled with the subject matter once she showed it to him. Rhava walked over to her bags and started to dig around for her sketch books. She cringed slightly at his comment about her language. "Well, you tend to not give a lot of ******** about offending others when you grow up in an anarchist commune," she said with a shrug, pulling out a thick, yellow spiral notebook from her backpack. Rhava paused for a moment as she started to pull out her purple dream journal. "I think he let me live because I'm somehow amusing. Vermillion seems to just enjoy tormenting the living hell out of people." she said rolling her eyes. People teasing her was something she was use to. Though, she had no plans on letting Vermillion give her a hard time without her standing up for herself.

The contents of the two notebooks were vastly different. The yellow notebook was full of life drawing from her classes: n***s, various still lifes, rough sketches for some of her painting. Nothing particularly dark, and all done with a softness and attention to detail that made some of the images look nearly like black and white photographs. The images seemed to have been done completely different person. The other notebook, it was full of various horrors and occult symbols. The line work and shading was much heavier and sharper, but still carried the craftsmanship of the first notebook. To the trained eye, many of the symbols came from some of the more secretive parts of vampire culture. Even some of the faces appeared to be very similar to certain individuals from Faust.

"There's an Indian place not far from here. I think they might be still open. It's not too late yet thankfully," she said looking rather excited. She normally didn't have the spare money for more pricey food like that. Rhava nodded as Alto held the door for her. It was almost like being let out of a cage when she left St. Augustine. Rhava frowned when he mentioned boys and her university. "Oh goodie! I get to upgrade to being treated like a walking juice box instead of ******** meat. Brilliant," she said in a voice dripping with sarcasm as she rolled her eyes again. Her shoulders drooped slightly as she lead the way to the restaurant and the rings on her belt made a soft jingle with each step.

"Oh, here's some of my sketches. I know it's a bit dark, but I assume this isn't a problem for you," she said with the smallest sound of defeat in her tone as she handed Alto her notebooks. Rhava stuffed her thumbs into her belt as she walked, looking down at the ground. She lead him to a part of town where campus met with the edges of the warehouse district. Cheap shops, record and book stores, a few ethnic grocery stores, all sprinkled with a club or bar every few blocks lined the street. The area seemed to be coming to life as certain businesses closed and others opened with lit signs and small carts selling questionable food. "Welcome to where I grew up Alto," she said pointing down a street that lead to the place where the warehouse she loved use to stand. Now, it was turned into some hip apartment building. Rhava continued, following the smells of curry and fresh bread. "If you hate any of it, let me know," she said glancing over at him, wondering if he would be mad about some of the things she had drawn.

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That's why we're escaping.
So we won't have to die.
We wont have to deny,
our dirty god, our dirty bodies!

[Farenal]

"You were hoping for something clever weren't you?"

Alto chuckled and took place right next to Rhava while they walked. "It could be worse." the treatment of human's as a 'juice box' kept them alive at the least. Mortals who were turned into ghouls almost resigned themselves to death. Sure it came with power but they would always be tied to the person that made them. Ghouls rarely lived or were useful enough to turn into kindred, and those that did usually didn't make it terribly far for one reason or another. Not to mention that the treatment of Ghouls always was harsh at the least.

When she showed him the book he was quickly absorbed by it. The attention to detail was good, and she had not been lying about being good at it. He wondered about her paintings however the jangling of the bells on her belt brought him back from the book. The subject matter interested him more then anything else. He had seen symbols for all the different bloodlines, as well as others. He didn't recognize most of the faces however he had his suspicions with some. "Why is it that I haven't seen any of your work anywhere?"

He stopped and pulled her to the side, looking into her eyes and contemplating searching through her memories. "Where do you get your material?" He moved close to her and brushed her bangs to the side, running his hand down onto her cheek after. "I have a small amount of wealth for artists such as yourself. Anything of this sort will most likely draw attention to you though. Hunters just as much as kindred." He pulled his hand away and motioned for them to continue walking. "Let's get you fed first though." He decided against going through her thoughts. It was a big use of vitae and was usually not worth the effort.

As they walked Alto watched those around them. It still wasn't late enough for everybody to be off the streets completely however they kept giving looks towards Rhava and him. He smiled as the walked by and for a moment was proud of walking with the relatively young human. He rarely received attention while with his old ghoul and he had started to miss it. He reigned in his step when he realized that it was very much showing that she was his and nobody could do anything about it. "Interesting." He dug a nail into his palm quietly. He had thought that he'd worked out those feelings long ago. He almost wished that he had been a Ventrue like Maxwell, almost.

[cypress8blade]

Rhava

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Rhava snorted a laugh and shook her head. "Man, you really aren't from here. Well, few years ago, I had a little student show with some of my classmates. I got into trouble for the work that I did. Bunch of religious nuts protested the gallery and ended up closing the show. Apparently, putting your own blood into the paint makes it 'satanic'. Among other things," she explained crossing her arms. Rhava smirked a little remembering that night. She had brought a bat to the gallery because some people were threatening to burn her paintings. "I finally got a place to do a show. It's in two days. I really hope it works out," she explained looking rather excited.

She was a bit surprised that Alto pulled her aside. Her eyebrow raised up as she looked up at him wondering what was going on. His question about made her bite her bottom lip. "I-I... This is going to sound weird, but, my dreams, mostly," she said in a very quiet, nervous voice. Having Alto touching her didn't help much either. Rhava's eyes widened when he mentioned the attention. "What do you mean? Why would any of the other, kindred, care? Vermillion made his decision about me already," she said wondering if any of the others in the city would come for her. And this talk about Hunters... That couldn't be a real problem, right? She had already sold the show as being a bit of a shock and full of rather macabre images. No way could she pull the paintings based from her dreams.

She paid no attention that people were staring at the pair. She was use to getting stared at, just based on the outfits she wore. Following Alto for a moment, Rhava moved ahead of him once they made it to the restaurant. She smiled at the little place. It was warm, inviting, and full of items that the family had brought with them from the 'old country'. She walked up to the counter and placed her order. After a quick conversation with the man behind the counter, she headed back over to Alto. "Food will take a few minutes," she said sounding like her worry from before had faded slightly. Rhava rubbed her arm a little, looking as if she wanted to ask something. "Why are you so interested in me?" she asked quietly, looking up at him with curious eyes.

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That's why we're escaping.
So we won't have to die.
We wont have to deny,
our dirty god, our dirty bodies!

[Rushien]

Vermillion cupped his mug in his hands and slowly raised it to his lips. Hunger was welling to surface the closer it got, and the longer the blood stayed untouched. Although secondary as it may have been, this was the closest Vermillion was going to get to feeding anytime soon. He would need to live with it for a while. Vermillions eyes flashed a vibrant blood red as the blood touched his lips, and he struggled to maintain his composure. Aiden's entrance had given him the permission to start, and oh how ever fiber in his bone begged and ached him to drink more, to let loose and devour everything in sight. Within minutes, the cup was empty. Clear and clean as if nothing had ever defiled its interior.

Vermillion turned to Aiden as he placed his cup down onto the table, fingers absently brushing his cellphone as it was set down softly. Vermillion rose one knee onto the couch, and wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulder. His eyes were still vibrant red as his body feasted happily on the blood he had consumed.

"Tell me, my sweet." Vermillon began. "What do you think of the day's events? Alto. Mary. Chloe. Henrich. The boy, Jack O'connor, and the human?" Vermillon hissed with zeal.
"I have found it positively amusing. Irritating, but amusing." He gave a slight laugh as he inched closer to the girl. Her personal bubble as completely non-existant to vermilion. The day star had risen. His hunger had been amused, and a butt-load of stress had been placed upon his shoulders. Vermillion slid his knee between her legs and moved to kiss her neck. "Do you think we'll find it here?" Vermillion questioned curiously. Alto had been right. Playing Politics was never exactly in his mind, and Faust had fallen into place rather curiously. But oh how fun it was. "Even without the key, do you think we will be able to open it?" Vermillions eyes darted up to look into Aidens own, trailing a finger up her cheek. "Or do you suppose those Sabbat bastards still have her?" Vermillion growled. He had made his assumption. But there was an undeniable possibility the second council member was still alive. Slim as it were. Knowing the Sabbat they would just have easily devoured her rather than keep her with risk of escape. Besides, it wasn't her they needed. Oh no. She was disposable, even to Vermillion. However, what she carried, was not.

Vermillion gave Aiden a quick peck on her jaw before moving away. His mind was racing, going over a long mental list. His fingers found their way to his cellphone and he quickly dialed.

"We will be constructing again." Vermillion said flatly. "Get your crews ready, we need to complete this project in three days. Preferably." Vermillion mused. "Do not worry. You shall be paid adiquitly for your labour." Another pause. "When have I ever failed you?" He said with a quick, malicious smile before hanging up only to dial another number.
Now what did that girl want that she had called him so many times. She could have at least left a voice mail ABOUT what she wanted to talk about. Vermillion had a busy life, he couldn't just shift around his schedules for everyone. He had a ghoul to catch. Vermillion grumbled. He had at least three meetings for tomorrow now. Oh how an informative voicemail would have been so much easier. The phone rung in his ear. "hnnn.." One ring. Two ring. Three ring. It just kept going. Was he the only one who was unable to rest immediately as the day star rose? Vermillon slammed the phone down onto the table roughly. Annoyed as his phone call was unanswered.

"If you'll excuse me, my dear Aiden, I will be heading to my chamber." With that he pushed himself off the couch and quickly made his way into his chamber, securing the door behind him.


Location: Under St. Augustine
Activity: resting in his chamber

[Brigidt]

► Eric Perkins ◄

Eric had too many emotions running through his head to count. Anger and sadness were a bit at the top, mostly because of all the events of last night, but deep down there was something else.

He quickly pushed it away and broke himself out of the pace he had taken. He had arrived at the edge of one of the parks in the city. Eric had only been here once in the day, and it had been filled with the local kids. There was a school nearby and it seemed like a safe enough place. At night though, the shadows caused by the fringe of dying lights stretched this way and that across the playground equipment and left too many details to a paranoid mind. The new knowledge that Eric had gained over the last 24 hours had turned him into a paranoid himself. The words Levi had said to him, regarding the redheaded one still bothered him. The locket was tucked safely away in his pocket, just in case he did run into this guy, but he still caught himself looking over his shoulder.

Damnit. You're not a criminal. he thought to himself and scowled, stopping under a strong light. If there's more than one vampire in this damn town, odds are you've already passed it. he thought to himself and kicked a rock towards the park. Eric stopped dead as he caught something red out of the corner of his eyes. He looked again, but the playground was too dark for him to see it or know for sure. He had let Levi get under his skin too much already. Later that night he was likely going to have another visit with him, and this time he wasn't going to be jerked around.

Across the other side of the park, the opposite side from where the school was, Eric could've swore he saw one of the many, old, broken-down churches. He hadn't paid much attention to where he had walked tonight, but he figured it was either St. Augustine or St. Peter's. Judging by the slightly more ornate, he ventured it was St. Augustine. Eric turned and glanced down one of the streets that took a small dip down a hill. The park was situated slightly on a rise, and he could see some of the lights of the still-bustling city moving. He wondered silently to himself if he'd like his situation more if he could stand sleeping at night and laughed out loud as he answered the question in his head, No, of course not.

He took a seat on a bench and leaned back, inhaling the crisp night air. Maybe I should wake up in time to see the sunset.. he thought to himself, chuckling. If it wasn't for my job, I would..

Pulling out his phone, Eric brought up his email and scrolled through the messages.

From: Jeff - Subject: Schedule for next week
From: Jeff - Subject: FW: Thanks for having me on the show
From: Rhava - Subject: (none)

Eric frowned. An email from that artist girl? He tapped on it quickly and scrolled through, reading. He quickly regretted doing so. She wanted to be on the show, more publicity he figured. Not only that, but the kid had put her number at the bottom of the email. He went to exit before his hand lingered over the home button, staring at the number. What does she mean she only has a few days left? Until the charity event, she meant? It wasn't for another week at least. The email had been sent only a few hours ago, and Eric figured she might not be busy still. He had seen a few of the pieces she was having featured at this art event, all quite dark in his opinion. Local enthusiasts (for lack of better word) were pointing out everything from occult symbols to the Easter bunny in the strokes of the paintings and drawings. All he really wanted was for the damn event to get done and over with. Another look at the email he remembered she had sent him one earlier and face palmed, sighing. He owed her a call to make up for it by now. I'm going to regret this.

Tap, and the number was already being called on his phone. He pulled it up to his ear and put an arm over the back of the bench, waiting expectantly. Ring. Ring.

♦ ♦ Location: Faust's local park, by the street
♦ ♦ Involved with: Calling Rhava

[Farenal]

"You were hoping for something clever weren't you?"
Alto waited quietly for her to finish her order while he thought. He most certainly wasn't from around here. However that really didn't change anything. He listened patiently while she questioned him and then took a few moments before he answered. He moved up and to her and pulled her into a light hug, his lips coming very close to her ear and whispering so that nobody else would hear."Maxy's word only goes as far as those kindred who decide that they want to play nice. There are those who don't follow the same guidelines that we do."Hell, even those who follow him only do so when they know they can't get away with whatever it is they're scheming.

He moved his head away from hers but kept a light embrace to keep up the facade. Looking directly into her eyes as he spoke. "I'm sure it'll do well. I know of some people who are will be very interested in your art. In fact, I know of one that may even be willing to buy it off of you before the showing." He said with his usual smile. He made sure to keep his teeth out of the smile, not wanting anybody to look to close.

Her last question puzzled him for a bit. While he was talking about the other topics he thought about it. "If I didn't know any better I would say it was because of my inheritance. I am amazed by art in all forms and am very interested in your work. However that is not really the case. You threw rocks at a hornets nest and have yet to come away with a scratch. You continue to show an attitude and something almost akin to hope despite what you've been through. You know things that you could not possibly know." He moved his lips close to her ear and very quietly said "You are also physically appealing." He chuckled a little and stopped holding her. "Although that matters so very little now."

Alto pushed his hands into his pockets and wondered what kind of reaction he would get out of her this time. No doubt discomfort that would probably fall back into anger. oh well. It was just starting to look like it was going to be a nice night too.

[cypress8blade]

Rhava

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Rhava felt rather nervous as Alto pulled her close. She could treat him like everyone else until he touched her. Normally, she would try to pull away or even smack his hands away. Instead, she stood there frozen in spot as she listened to his words. Her thoughts turned back to Mary and Heinrich. She took in a deep breath to keep herself from freaking out in public. She nodded to show she understood. Her mouth felt a bit dry. Maybe there were others she didn't know about that would happily rip her throat out. She groaned, closing her eyes for a moment.

A soft blush came to her as she listened to him talk about the show. She wasn't entirely sure why he seemed so keen on it, but it was nice to have someone be kind about it. It was a bit flattering. His whole interest in art did give her a small glimmer of something to look forward to. It just seemed that the two of them would have to convince Vermillion to change his mind just ever so slightly. She looked up at Alto as he continued on to answer her last question. A small snicker came to her when he mentioned her attitude. Then he leaned in and completely flipped the switch on her. Rhava could feel her face nearly burning. Physically appealing? And what did he mean by it not mattering now? A mental image of Alto mounting her on one of the restaurant tables came, forcing her to lower her face to cover the flustered blushing with her long hair. "I-I, um, well... uh- I guess that answers that," she said rubbing her neck, keeping her eyes down at her boots.

She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket before the sounds of guitars came blasting through. [******** Christ!" she exclaimed wondering what else the world was going to throw at her. An embarrassed expression was still all over her face as she answered the phone. "Hey! How, how are you doing? Thanks for getting back to me so soon. Sorry for hassling you so much," she said obviously sounding flustered, even with her attempts at acting normal. "Denesskof!" an older woman called from behind the counter. [********! Hold on a second," she said into the phone then put it to her chest. "I gotta take this. Can you get that?" she asked then turned and headed out the door. Walking out into the street, Rhava expected Alto to catch up easily as she walked down the street slowly, putting the phone to her ear. "Sorry about that. Like I said, I didn't mean to be a bother, just, the damn gallery switched dates on me. They were concerned with security. I mean, given all the weird deaths and the nutters that like my stuff. Blah, blah, blah. Long story short, completely ******** me in the long run. I was just hoping that, maybe, you could at least do me a solid and give a shout out on the date change?" she asked as she seemed to be a lot calmer now. Rhava put her finger to her ear so she could hear better. "Pretty please Eric? I'll be your best friend," she pleaded in a playful tone, pouting slightly as she walked.

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That's why we're escaping.
So we won't have to die.
We wont have to deny,
our dirty god, our dirty bodies!

[Farenal]

"You were hoping for something clever weren't you?"
Alto found himself thinking of the last time he had any sort of intimate relations with anything other then another kindred. It had been quite some time. He smiled lightly at her question. "You really don't want me to have you at your weakest." His smile widened when she looked down at her shoes. Playing with Rhava was proving to be as interesting as he'd hoped it would. At the least it broke the monotone that had followed him since he had started to travel. He briefly wondered how entertaining she would be.

Moving quickly to pick up the order while she was on the phone he caught up in no time. He hung back a little bit and occupied himself with what she'd ordered. hmm...I wonder what it would take to have food again....probably to much blood for the taste to matter. He knew it wouldn't stay down anyways. Sure he could taste it, but he didn't like the idea of it coming back up so he left it as is. He made sure to keep an eye on her but stayed out of her conversation. No doubt she was getting into more trouble. She would learn soon enough that nothing was going to be secret for her. He eyed a couple men that kept their gazes on him. They were walking with a certain purpose and when they noticed him watching them they quickly returned to whatever had them occupied.

He sighed lightly and moved back next to Rhava, placing his arm around her waist and pulling her lightly back towards the church. Somebody was watching them and didn't care that they noticed. He wasn't sure of the players in town and didn't want to chance anything. He paid little attention to her conversation and pulled her off down a alley way. The alley was empty except for a few dumpsters for the businesses and came to an abrupt end. He moved around in front of her and placed a light kiss on her neck, looking back at the entrance. Sure enough the two men followed. One at a time his eyes met theirs and they seemed to lose interest in them and wander off.

Alto moved back away from her and kept watching the entrance, and the rooftops, just in case. So this town is like other havens I've been to. Doesn't matter whose side you're on, you're going to get tailed. He waited quietly for her to finish her call, acting as if nothing had happened.

[Brigidt]

► Eric Perkins ◄

Eric sighed as she picked up the line. She seemed normal enough. "No no, don't worry about it. My bad for not emailing you back before." He listened to her and nodded, even though he knew she couldn't see it on the phone. The fact that she mentioned her security irked him slightly. Art shows were where the weirdos would go, yes, but dangerous ones?

Dangerous like Levi. he thought to himself and leaned forward on the bench, forcing a laugh out. As she continued, he plugged the headset into the phone and scrolled back to his email, looking at the schedule his boss had given him. Empty for tonight. Coincidence or fate? "Yeah, yeah. In fact.. I'm looking at my schedule for tonight and I don't have anything planned. If you're fine with winging it, I could interview you tonight about it. It'd also give the charity some publicity and get me on better terms with my boss after last night's show. Hah."

Eric looked back over the low bush at the park, still sort of leery. He needed to get back into the swing of things and just wanted one normal night. A low grumble came from his belly as he thought about what to do and remembered that he hadn't eaten much and was working purely off the yogurt he had eaten earlier. Well, there's an idea, he thought to himself and smiled. Take the girl out to a late dinner. There's bound to be a place somewhere around here.

"My show last night got me a lot more... attention than I had hoped. I'd love to sit and chat with someone normal... and you know, you sound stressed, a lot more than when we last talked. Is something bothering you?" He pressed to her through the phone, slightly anxious. She had calmed down a bit it seemed, but whatever was going on in her life was making her anxious.

"How about I buy you dinner before the show tonight. We can talk about your charity event and all the crazy antics you've been up to." Eric knew his question would at least spark some sort of happier response from her. Starving art students didn't turn down free food. He decided to press her just a tiny bit more. "Hell, I'm not that far away from the university, I think I can see St. Augustine from where I'm at right now. I could walk over to your dorm and pick you up? I know a great diner around here that has a mean burger. And veggie burgers, if you're not a meat eater."

He hoped she would take him up on his offer, and hoped that she would also be on his show tonight. Then he could reason out any other unexpected self-invites to go on tomorrow. Part of him still wanted to go to the asylum to see the guy from the show last night, maybe contact Brenley to see if he'd want to come along, just for good measure. Regardless, he didn't want to go alone. He'd have to drive up to it, and the place was thoroughly creepy thanks to it's disrepair both internally and externally.

♦ ♦ Location: Park
♦ ♦ Involved with: On the phone with Rhava, avoiding locals