{V:tM - IC} New York by Night

[Shalimar]

Sighing about the whirlwind of the past few hours, finding out she was vampire, way cool. Finding out she would be able to stay up all night was even cooler, a dream come true, she was quite convinced everyone had waited for her to go to bed to have all the fun. Especially uncle Nathan and Jemal, she hadn't gotten to see them as much as she had wanted to, they were only ever around before bedtime. I geuss that makes sens though, I mean they are vampires. And now I get to be around them so much more, she thought bouncing up and down in Jemal's lap.

And they are gonna teach me all about it, so Uncle Nathan is gonna like me again." She thought brightly still bouncing about the seat and her brother energetically with that natural exuberance that all children possess, and all adults loath. She passes the time on the way back to the party imagining the many things that vampires in movies can do. Will I be able to turn into a bat, or or or maybe a wolf, or mist? How about hypnotize people, Ooh I can't wait to hypnotize Brit, I'll make her do something, something stupid, to get back at her for saying I have cooties. Oh and didn't dracula move super fast? He was really scary, but he did have really cool powers, now that I am a vampire, I get to have cool powers too she thinks with a giggle. Her time on their return to the party is spent trying to imagine what its going to be like to be a vampire.

"Jemal?" she asks, still happily geussing away, "Am I gonna be able to change into a wolf? Or maybe a bat? What are all the things we Vampire's can do?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

”Oh Max, I’m sorry.” Vych leans in and touches his hand gently with a very sincere look in her eyes, ”I’m sorry to have placed you in an uncomfortable situation with our dance, but I must admit selfishly that I am VERY glad you accepted my invitation.”

"Nothing to worry yourself about, I can't help but find dancing with you very pleasant," he says with a reassured smile.

”Then perhaps this Thursday evening would be good, Max?”

"Perfect," he replies, "Just show up whenever you get the time."

”Yes please. Is it far from here? If not I could drive myself, but if it is beyond here I will have my driver drop me off. I fear I am still too new in town, and directions are not my strong suit yet.”

"Next to Central Park," he says, "Really nice view, you have to see it."

She shakes her head from side to side slightly as she finally locates one and says in a very playful, laughing manner,
”You know Max, this gown is going to be the death of me tonight trying to find my cards. Silly me to think this would be better than carrying an evening bag tonight.”

"I think its a rather good idea. In all likelyhood you'd have to spend some time looking through a bag if you brought one. This way you don't have to worry about a suitable bag or worry about about carrying it around, I like it," he states, then adds, "Plus it brings attention to your form when you look for a card, certainly a good effect on guys."

I hope that makes her feel better about her dress.

”I do have such a passion for old books and artifacts. I really AM looking forward to seeing your library and getting the pleasure to talk with you again. You can phone me with confirmation the day and time should you need to check your schedule.”

"Come by any time Thrusday," he says, his eyes giving away his happiness at the promise of seeing Vychtorya again.

She is so very, very special. I have to make a good impression.

“Dearest Max, I fear I have lost myself in our wonderful conversation. It saddens me that I must take my leave for now. I would much rather remain here with you and continue in “real” conversation.”

Max can't help a chuckle.

"It's certainly a jungle out there, I'm fortunate I don't have grand dreams, it keeps me out of all the manipulation, bickering and such. All that politics. Don't let me keep you though, I'll get by easily enough," he smiles again, but in a slightly melancholy way.

”Thank you Maxx….for everything.”

"You're more than welcome," he returns, taking her hands.

She then kissed him on either cheek. On the outside Max smiled still, giving her a brief wave as she went on her way, but on the inside he was tearing himself apart.

She's just like her in essence, gives me that same miserable joy that I got when around her, I hope this isn't a repeat of high school. Yet I should hope for what happened in high school, if nothing actually happens between us she'll be in no danger at all. I just have to shut myself up, if I don't let on how I feel time will pass and we'll remain friends. How could I do that for eternity? Its not as though I can leave New York. I shouldn't worry, shying away comes natural to me, but then again I don't get that with her. Grrrr....

Max sat, a war going on within himself, his eyes became moist. He put his pen away and took out a tissue, drying his eyes before getting up, but doing his best to make it look as though he was blowing his nose. Max folds the tissue up and returns it to his pocket as he stands. He then silently slips among the other vampires to stand quietly by Morgan, not disturbing her nor listening to her conversation should she be talking, just waiting, for something to do.

 

[Ashrem Bayle]

OOC: Awaiting Reaper's response.

 

[Catulle]

The Car Park, beneath Elysium
00:53, 11/30/2002

The limousine pulled up into the same space it had left perhaps twenty minutes ago, as if it had never left, and Jemal held the car door for his sister. He paused for thought at Sabrina's question.

"Who's to say? I certainly can't, but some of our kind can. Then again, I'm kind of new at this myself. All I can do is make people think the way I want them to think - like being a hypnotist, really. You saw how I got Becky to forget things, right? Uncle Nathan's much more skilled than I am so he might be able to teach you a thing or two, and they say the Prince can do all sorts."

He lead the way back upstairs, inorexably closer to the court of the damned.

 

[Shalimar]

"There's a prince? Like in sleeping beauty?" The child asks her brother simply enthralled with the idea of Princes and Princesses. She is picturing someone along the lines of Phillip or Prince Charming, not even slightly close to the reality. She skips along beside him, her small hand lost in his larger one pulling him along behind her.

Now that she wasn't thirsty, she could actually focus on the building itself, and its beauty and sophisticated decorations. She liked the ornatness, the gold and silver, but the Gargoyles she had seen on the way in were pretty scary. She is shocked by Jemal's admitance of his limits, to her, he could do anything, and the possibilty of him not being to do everything made her worry that she might not be able to do much of anything. She was however, quite reassured by uncle Nathan's ability.

"He's not very happy with me," Sabrina says slighty perturbed. "Do you think he'll still teach me?" She asks, pausing before the doors.

 

[Catulle]

The Club Bar and Grill, Madison Square Garden
00:54, 11/30/2002


Caitlyn and Nathaniel

"I would be pleased to introduce you to Mr Ashton later this evening, since he and I have been... friends... for some time. I believe you have met his protege, Ms Fayrchyld?"

He rose as Caitlyn did, offering a slight bow. "And to you Caitlyn Tran."
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The door swung once more, admitting a small, stout man that could be described only as a dwarf. He was dressed in starched evening wear of an especially severe cut and a grimace was etched across his face. He strode swiftly across the carpet towards Sturbridge and Estevez' table, a baleful glance reserved for any who seemed to even consider staring at him for too long. Pulling himself up onto a seat, he removed his stovepipe hat, placing it next to him as he lapsed into conversation with the pair.
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Caitlyn and Valentine

The refined host was alone by the time Caitlyn reached him, greeting her with exaggerated courtesy - perhaps he was a little the worse for drink? He didn't stumble over his words for a second, however. "Ah, Cate. I'm glad you made it to me and saved me the journey to find you. The guests seem to absolutely love you and your band, which you might imagine makes me all the happier." He paused, turning to the man sat alone, still, at the corner table, gave a nod and turned back to Caitlyn with purpose in his eyes. "I think there will only be one more performance required this evening, though it is a request. I trust this won't be a problem." He handed her a folded paper slip from two extended fingers with a wink, "There will be some private business to attend to in the main room, so if you attend to your equipment then head downstairs I think there's still some wine left. You'll be called for when it's time. I should think in about ten minutes from now." He smiled radiently at her.
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[Catulle]

The Club Bar and Grill, Madison Square Garden
00:54, 11/30/2002


Jemal and Sabrina

Jemal paused before the doors, holding one open for Sabrina. "Yes, pet. He's not angry with you. Not really. It's somebody else..." his gaze locked onto Elizabeth's back, anger obvious to Sabrina across his features. He seemed to struggle with himself, before casting his eyes across the room to Nathaniel, now in conversation with Mr Ashton.

(Jemal self-control (diff 4) - 10,7,5/10,9,3 - frenzy controlled after 2 turns. Willpower spent to resist flaw.)
(Sabrina Per/subterfuge diff 5 vs. Jemal Man/subterfuge diff 7 = 9,8,5,3,2 vs 10,7,6,5,3; Sabrina nets 1 success)

 

[Shalimar]

Sabrina

The Club Bar and Grill, Madison Square Garden
00:54, 11/30/2002

"Thank you," Sabrina says curtseying to her brother, for his holding the door open, to her all of the etiquette is just a big game and she loves playing it. She is about to offer him her arm to enter the room when she sees his expression, and the tension in his body. Its scary to see, and she backs up just a little, only a single step, but its the most she has ever backed away from him.

When he is able to control himself Sabrina looks up at him her mouth open in a dainty little cupid's bow, waiting to see if he's angry at her. She follows his gaze at the woman's back, she doesn't recognize her, but she looks sorta familiar, and called up a trace of fear that she didn't understand at all. She did know she didn't want to be around her, whoever she was if she made Jemal mad, and herself afraid. I don't want Jemal to be angry at me, so I'll ask uncle Nathan, he should know. And he can tell me all about being a vampire!

She slips her hand out of Jemal's grip and skips across the room over to her uncle and the man he's talking to. "Uncle Nathan, Uncle Nathan," she exclaimed quietly so just he and the well dressed man would hear. "Jemal said that you could teach me how to be a vampire, and do all kinds of really cool stuff. Like in the car I pushed him accidentally and he went flying, I said I was sorry, but can you really teach me how to hypnotize people, and turn into a bat? Well not a Bat, they're icky, but a wolf?"

 

[KitanaVorr]

The Club Bar and Grill, Madison Square Garden
00:54, 11/30/2002

Originally posted by Catulle
"Ah, Cate. I'm glad you made it to me and saved me the journey to find you. The guests seem to absolutely love you and your band, which you might imagine makes me all the happier."

Her hands clasped his in mid-greeting and her cheeks stained a hue of mulberry. "I'm so pleased that you loved my performance as much as I absolutely adored playing for an audience such as this...I don't think I've ever had such a mesmerizing time on the stage." Or felt such power...the thought made her shudder inwardly at how alien to her it had felt...insidiously working its way like a cold rivulets along her skin but his next words took her mind off it immediately.

Originally posted by Catulle
"I think there will only be one more performance required this evening, though it is a request. I trust this won't be a problem." He handed her a folded paper slip from two extended fingers with a wink.

Request? Caitlyn held the paper, letting her fingers rub against its surface thoughtfully. “Of course, Mr. Valentine. I would be honored to undertake any request for you on behalf of your esteemed guest.” Her eyes traveled to that dark figure as if trying to peer through the shadows to see the mysterious man hidden behind them.

Originally posted by Catulle
"There will be some private business to attend to in the main room, so if you attend to your equipment then head downstairs I think there's still some wine left. You'll be called for when it's time. I should think in about ten minutes from now." He smiled radiantly at her.

She returned his smile with one of her own that highlighted faint dimples on otherwise flawless skin. “Only ten minutes? That’s not long to wait at all, Mr. Valentine. Plenty of time to prepare the band for any special request…,” her finger flipped the paper open casually to read its contents as she prepared to take her leave of Valentine. “I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me…tonight has been an incredible experience and opportunity for me...and its all because of you. Please believe that am I genuinely and incredibly grateful.”

 

[reapersaurus]

Gabriel's grin faded at the directness of Nikolai's demeanor. He leaned in slightly, so that only he and Nikolai could hear. "It is called 'discretion' my friend. It would serve you well here."

He leaned back and a small grin returned. "I am what you make of me Nikolai. Do not loose sleep fretting over where my loyalties lie."

Looking around to ensure that noone else is paying attention, Nikolai leans close, duplicating Gabriel's lean:
See, that's the thing - discretion is for people with something to Hide.
Doesn't unlife suck when your past deeds come back to haunt you?

You may have staved off being Hunted, but my brothers and I aren't fooled.
Our senses reveal you to be a Traitor, and thus whatever frilly words, or whatever protestations of innocence you utter... fall on deaf ears.
We see the wolf wearing the sheep's disguise every time we pass our gazes your way.
And the proof of your guilt sticks to whatever soul you still possess like the stain of blood on a murderer's hands.

We'll be watching you, "brother"......... Always watching.

Nikolai disengages from Gabriel, taking a step back, while placing one hand over his fist in front of his chest, and saluting an exit gesture, as his compatriots in the Middle-Eastern group of Hunters would do.