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 Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2022 7:44 pm
Although there was certainly wisdom to be had among all the madness of the Malkavians, Alessandra did not yet recognize where it might be with Madeline. At least she knew that vampire's name, now. "Now, now, Faucy... is that any way to treat your mistress?" the Ventrue said smoothly, patting the Malkavian's arm gently. Perhaps she simply needed a moment of calm and quiet, and understanding.
A quirk of her lip acknowledged the humor in Madeline's words... but... "No, I am not a blueberry, although I can understand the confusion. I do look a bit like one, I suppose." She was blue and wearing a blue dress, so it stood to reason that the seer might associate her with a blueberry. It seemed that the other had answered her own question, and Alessandra gave a slight nod. "There, you see? I'm not a blueberry, Faucy."
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2022 9:40 pm
“He is cruel! A slave driver everyday!” She grasped at Alessandra’s sleeveZ “Take me for walks. Put nachos in my food bowl. Leave that poop on the fancy pants Giovanni’s lawn. I don’t want to but he makes me.” She gave a sideways glance at the faucet that was still laying haphazardly on the floor. Ready to trip any random passerby. Either with it’s long, golden neck or the red leash that anyone might get their feet tangled up in. “Sometimes I wonder if I should just chuck him off a bridge and end it.” She sniffed. Wide eyes becoming brimmed with tears. Or what could only be assumed were tears. The Mallavian trembled as she looked away from the faucet and buried her face into Alessandra’s shoulder. “You smell nice. Not like a blueberry at all.” She confessed, although only slightly muffled by the fabric of her dressed. “See Faucy she is no blueberry. She said so and doesn’t even smell like one.” A low growl seemed to emerge right out of thin air.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2022 4:30 pm
"A turn around the room would be lovely..." She barely got the words out before things took a turn for the Malkavian. The Marquise froze for a moment, as she stared at the Malkav that had hit her companion's head... Or, well, who's Dogcet had hit Alessandra's head. She took a deep breath and then looked to see that Alessandra was... Mostly alright, though Baydras was not too thrilled at the situation. She was aware there was little the Marquise could DO about the situation, not without potentially making it worse... But she was not pleased.
One of her tentacles trembled with the desire to try... Something, she was not sure what, as yet, but she controlled it, and leaned to examine Alessandra's head.
She listened to the conversation, as she did so, and murmured "It is alright, we can dance another time, if such a chance arises. I am more pleased to see that... This Faucy... Did not do great damage to you."
She looked up at the Malkav as she spoke, and considered the situation. "Your... Pet... Walks you, not the other way around?" Her tone was carefully controlled politeness, her expression as mild as she could make it. "What a very unique situation indeed."
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2022 4:36 pm
"I would be most cross with you if you were not, dearest one." He murmured to her, as he continued to study the crowd that was present. Everything that could happen at this party did indeed seem quite inclined to happen, really, and he was not so lost in his art as to have lost his sense of potential danger... Or trouble. He hadn't made it to Elder status by being a fool after all.
"Hmmm... I would suggest the Prince, but perhaps she is a bit busy, between everything that is going on. We could introduce ourselves to various Disciples, but unless we have a good reason to approach those Ancient Powers, it might be better to just mingle and see who we meet."
He would not lie to himself, he would love the chance to design dresses and suits for the various Powers That Be that walked this room... But he also knew that angering them did no one any good, and he would not risk his Lady, not ever.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2022 4:45 pm
The doors to the party opened once more, and a face who had ne'er been seen in MANY a century, and for most, never seen at all, walked through the door. For tonight, he wore not just his usual garb, but actually chose to put on a proper shirt under his vest... It was, for the ancient being, a mark of respect to the Party, and the Party's host.
Baron Samedi slowly took in the crowd, his red eyes glittering as he beheld the powerful and the not so powerful that wandered this room. His lips curved into a cold smile of amusement, and he strode forwards, his cane making soft clicks on the floor with every step. He moved with the grace and confidence that came with ages of life, and the assurance that one was powerful. Perhaps his clan was small, as yet, and few had come to awaken in it, but that did not stop him from being himself.
"What a delightful gathering, indeed..." He said, to no one in particular, or perhaps to everyone nearby, and let out a chuckle.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2022 10:40 pm
Sometime later Endolynn's eyes fluttered open, the fae sitting upright on the bench she'd been left on as she looked about in confusion. What happened? Sitting there for a moment she tried to collect her thoughts; she'd been dancing, had taken a break at the bar to refresh herself....and then she met someone. They had danced and talked but then...what after? The last thing she could recall was an overwhelmingly euphoric sensation. Had those two drinks really hit her that hard? No more alcohol for the night, in that case. She just hoped she hadn't made a spectacle of herself to her dance partner, wherever and whoever he was. She rose to her feet, feeling a little lightheaded and woozy as she made her way back into the mansion to the rest of the party.
It suddenly felt a bit overwhelming. The crowd, the music and even the lights all felt much stronger than they had before, or at least much more noticeable. Endolynn decided to get some food in her as she managed to steady her steps and movements rather fluidly, picking out some selections that were offered and finding a seat at the bar where she asked for a large glass of juice. Hopefully she'd start feeling better once she had this, returning to simply people watching from her seat. This was certainly turning into an interesting and (mostly) memorable night.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2022 5:15 pm
Tensions were rising, and between the tears that Madeline was apparently shedding and the evident irritation displayed by the Marquise, Alessandra was beginning to wonder if there wasn't a decorous way to way to ease the situation. Or to end it. It was quite true that dancing was simply out of the question, at this time. One couldn't dance when one was attempting to calm both a Malkavian and a Ventrue. Although... she trusted that the Marquise would be well able to maintain her own calm, in the end. "How unfortunate that he would put you through so much," she said softly, glancing up at Baydras even as she gingerly patted Madeline's shoulder.
"There, there... I'm sure Faucy meant nothing by it." And truth be told, there were worse things to be called than a blueberry. A glance toward her other companion would surely tell the Marquise that she knew her own behavior certainly must be viewed as rude, and yet... in the moment, soothing the Malkavian seemed to be not only the sensible thing to do, but also the right thing. "How very unique indeed," she agreed, her voice still soft, in the low purr that was its usual timbre.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2022 6:04 pm
In the throws of her despair the other vampire who been with Alessandra hadn’t even registered with her. Not until they spoke. Her eyes narrowed at the question she posed. The Malkavian’s head turning slightly to regard her. “Don’t be dumb. Faucy cannot hold a leash of this material plane because he has no physical hands. Do you not have eyes? I see them but are they real? Must be fake if you can’t even see such obvious things.” Turning her attention back to Alessandra. She decided she quite liked the soothing tone of her voice and the gentle pats. The Giovanni had treated he in a similar fashion but Alessandra made it all sound nicer. Wrapping her arms around her neck she stood there in silence. A low growl heard once more. Madeline shook her head. “I know Faucy. I know.” Her voice was soft and had a tone of defeat. “Yes, yes. No. Yea. Well maybe.” It was as if she were having a conversation that obviously no one else could hear. And then again she was quiet for a time. “Faucy says he likes you now and wants you in his harem with all his other wives.” Her arms loosened don around Alessandra’s neck and Madeline slowly slumped to the ground. Pink hair casting a deep shadow over her pale face.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2022 10:08 pm
The Cainite's head came up and her nostrils flared wide at the sudden insult. "It is hardly my fault if you speak unclearly." She said, tone going cold, and her tentacles beginning to writhe in a rather agitated fashion. She had tried to be polite to the mad woman who's stupid 'pet' had assaulted her companion, but this was too much for her to accept, especially when the woman implied that a lady like Alessandra could possibly be in a harem, let alone a harem for a FAUCET?
"Perhaps it might be best if we began our walk, Lady Alessandra? We had been discussing one, before being... Unexpectedly joined."
She was trying very hard not to create an incident, not with their Prince AND their Disciple right in this very room... But at the same time, there was only so much a woman could take, even from a Malkavian.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2022 3:39 pm
Emppu snickers a bit behind Cassius' back as Cryso makes the demand that Cassius kiss her cheek. He also reaches into one of his hidden pockets and pulls a couple pieces of nice jewelry out, setting them out on the table in front of Cryso. "If this will help gain the information we are seeking. If not, you can still have them. They might look quite fetching on your fingers." He says, flashing what he'd been told in the past was his most winning smile. He doubted his charm would work on Cryso, but never hurt to try.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2022 4:10 pm
Cryso grinned. Then cackled as he quickly stepped away. “See? That wasn’t so hard. You ignore me half the time I think I deserved one after all this time you have been away.” She shot her son a pointed stare. “At least Thorne likes to check in with me from time to time.” Picking up her tarot cards she shuffled them. “He’s got quite the fetching mate now. A very nice match.” Cutting the cards she then set them down infront of her. Pink eyes glinting as Emppu set the jewelry on the table. Reaching over she scooped them up and placed them in a rather large sack next to the table Turning her attention back to the cards she pulled one off the top and set it on the table for them to see. It was the Death card reversed. “Stagnation. An inability to move forward. Whatever your purpose for finding Zapathasura it will not be easy. Whatever it is you are trying to convince him of will be an uphill battle. And one of you may end up gravely injured because of it.” She took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “You may be the child of a God, Cassius, but Zapathasura has many more years experience than you.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2022 9:15 pm
An elegant eyebrow raised at the suggestion that she become part of Faucy's harem, Alessandra gave a light laugh. "Ah, but signor Faucy's many admires would be devastated, surely," she said delicately, not wanting to cause a scene and yet knowing that this particular situation required a certain tact. "I'm afraid I could not bring myself to break their hearts in this way." She was not oblivious to the Marquese's growing disdain, but perhaps now was not the time to rock the boat.
Not when not only the Disciple but also the Prince was in attendance. There was probably not a polite way to disengage from either activity. Her arms were presently no longer full of the Malkavian, who had slid to the ground. "Perhaps signor Faucy would be amendable to a walk of his own?" she suggested, glancing down at Madeline's form. "One does one's best to accommodate one's company." A glance for the Marquese surely conveyed that noblesse oblige required that their current companion at least not be... stepped on. Certain niceties were meant to be observed.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2022 9:39 pm
Madeline’s head spun around to regard the Cainite with a malignant glare. Red eyes glowing softly in warning. “Maybe you should learn to listen better.” Her head quickly snapped back around as Alessandra began to speak again. The Malkavian hanging on her every word. She frowned at her decline of joining the harem. “But he treats his wives so nice. Three hot meals a day, a cot in the haven and all the fresh air you could ever want to breath.” Not that they really needed fresh air. Twirling a pink strand of hair around a claw he eyes turned hallow and haunted. “F-Faucy has no legs to walk on his own. He was crippled in a fight with a mean old Brujah years ago so he needs someone to drag him around…” She looked up at the other vampire. Desperately hoping she may have a solution to the conundrum that was Faucy and his inability to walk himself. “I could…throw him to where he wants to go? A nice trip through the air might be refreshing.” Madeline rubbed the back of her arm across her eyes. Smudging her eyeliner more than it usually was before her eyes grew large as she gazed up at Alessandra.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2022 8:47 pm
The malignant glare was met with cool disdain, as Baydras had to control the urge to skewer the rude lunatic with the spikes on her tentacles. She was not one to give in to such urges, but she was truly feeling them right now, and she had to control her words as well. With a calm tone, she simply said "The onus of clarity in communication is on the one speaking. I can only understand what is presented to me."
Her eyes turned towards Alessandra, and her brows rose. "Even when one is already in the company of another, and that other is... Being strained?" She said, sotto voce. She had always been of the opinion that one should treat the companion one was with already as the priority, after all.
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