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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Catulle" data-source="post: 892878" data-attributes="member: 9942">Antiquities Nightclub, ManhattanWednesday 11th December, 2002Mazz' smile was born of a confidence that pervaded his entire bearing. When Vychtorya started to climb the stairs, he brought his knees up to bring his feet onto the balustrade. With the loose sleeves on his shirt, it looked as if he might consider taking to flight at any moment. Instead, his near-vertical jump took him backwards to the mezzanine floor. He all but strode across the floor in long strides to approach his hostess, impatience fraying the eccentric mystique he seemed intent on conjuring for her tonight.Quick and deft, he slipped one hand, his left, into Vychtorya's while pulling the other away at the last moment. In a trice, rapid steps took him around and about to her left side and behind her, drawing her arm across her chest as he did so to limit the movement of the other arm, and bringing his chin almost to rest on her left shoulder. A heavy, faintly musky scent with a hint of copper hung in the Brujah's hair and gathered near his skin, and Vych could feel the tip of each strand brush her back where the skin was exposed."Too long, indeed, V." His voice was a whisper. "We've missed you, Hellene, Thomas and I have but I suppose your sire can't need you all the time, right?" A hint of... was it pleading or gentle mockery? "I think we could make a place for you with our little coterie, in fact. And I'd like to... work with you some day."He released her, but didn't step markedly away, casting his eyes about the decor appraisingly, before returning to her with a grin that exposed his teeth "Nice enough place you have here, V, but it doesn't do you justice."</blockquote>

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