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It was unthinkable for someone of Amadeo’s status to go unaccompanied to such an important gathering and Thane had been the obvious choice. He had been as steadfast to his sire throughout the long decline of the vampire world as anyone could be. Tirelessly working, protecting and studying, until he could no longer be considered a fledgling but an elder who had gathered much power of his own.

He didn’t have nearly half the charm as his sire but Thane was both dependable and ruthless. Most of his time had been spent in study, translating documents and runes, sorting through information in the hopes that even a small portion would become useful to the Giovanni.

He was getting close, so close to a breakthrough.

And then they received the party invitations.

So here he was, mingling, having arrived just a bit early to watch for Amadeo, already in place to forestall any surprises. One always needed to be prepared. He was wearing a suit (far too tight) and was holding a glass of wine (untouched), watching from a distance as his sire was accosted by a horrible, mad little Malkavian.

She’d wet his shoes.

He nearly snapped the wine glass stem in half. His nostrils flared.

It was lucky he’d had decades to learn how to control his anger (to some degree) because otherwise he would have flown across the room and tried to strangle her with her own hose. In lieu of that, he stared over her head at Amadeo and raised one very deliberate eyebrow.

Do you need me to intervene? It said.

The fact that Amadeo had not immediately cut the moment short and found more sophisticated company meant there was something to be gotten out of her and he wasn’t going to interrupt if it wasn’t necessary.

Party? Yes, party. Flower heard of a party. Party meant dancing. Dancing was fun. Fun was food? No, not food. Dancing. Yes, dancing.

"I want to dance." Flower announced as she pounced through the night to get to the party. Party? Yes, party. Where was the party? A mansion, she had heard. Flower sniffed, the smell growing stronger. Yes, party. It was close.

There it was. The party. The party meant dancing. Dancing was fun. But it was not just her kin. There were mortals. Mortals meant food. Yes, food.

A wicked smile grew on Flower's face. Dancing or food? Food or dancing?

"Why not both?" Flower giggled. She ran to join the party. Party? Yes, party.

"Gitano, my love, my muse, we must simply go to this party. What is a party without our lovely presence? All must marvel at you, my muse, and they will see what amazing inspiration you bring." Luca ran his hand down Gitano's face. "Let us be off and see what our clanmate has done for their party."

To say she was surprised to see Kale, especially here was a bit of an understatement. He had rather good timing in fact. She gave him a quick, assessing glance out of the corner of her eye. He had changed but who hasn’t after all these years. The other Gangrel looked…..adequate. Muscles still toned. Eyes as sharp and piercing as a crow’s beak.

Now if this Lasombra tried anything at least she wouldn’t be on her own.Not that she minded that. She was often alone lately.

However the insults the one she had been confronting really got her fur standing on end. Rocky growled and clenched her teeth, claws digging into the palms of her hands. “I’m surprised theToreador would allow trash such as you to even walk through his door.” Gangrel didn’t need invites. They just showed up wherever they felt like showing up.

Rocky could feel the adrenaline rushing through her body. Every insult, every look the Lasombra shot her way drove the rage deeper and deeper. Like a splinter one just couldn’t get out. It poked and bit at Rocky’s skin.

At this point she really didn’t care about wether or not the mortals saw a fight break out. She was ready for one.

Truthfully he had perhaps expected something a little more. That if his son lost this water for him that he would be publicly proclaiming his dedication and loyalty to Grendel where all could hear. Or perhaps something a little more attractive.

But he couldn’t surmise that there really was anything that the God would want from his collection of various items he had acquired through illegal means or otherwise. There was that one thing…..

A wager was a wager and he was confident that he wouldn’t be loosing any of his stuff anytime soon. “Alright then. One thing of mine shall be yours if Cassius can pull it off.”

The claw against his spine was soothing and thrilling all at the same time.

Ravnos however was glad that he agreed. It was time to leave and move on to better things. “Should we walk out or are you just going to…” He made a swirly hand gesture. “…us out?”

Emppu arches a brow a bit as Cassius mentioned real entertainment arriving and followed the others glance towards the gathering Malkavians and Gangrel. "Heh... I dunno... Could be quite the party." The Gangrel for sure looked eager for a fight while to him, the Malkavians just... seemed really odd. He shakes his head slightly though, then nods and follows after Cassius. "Oh? You don't sound entertained by that idea, love."

"That is a shame, I don't know what would happen if we were to seperate." And he was hoping they would not, at least they were both vampires and there was no big secret between them both. Avignon couldn't imagine if one of them were keeping such a secret from the other, and the other was mortal. Everything abotu their dynamic would be different.

Listening to her he nodded hsihead, turning his own grey eyes onto their host as he approached. Kind and friendly he might be but there was more to it than that - a lot more.

Nodding his head, more of a bow perrhaps, to the nights host. "I would like to think you could help us both. My mother....she sings..." He hoped the other would catch onto what he was saying, because he needed to watch his words right now. "Myself and my half brother...we do not sing - our mother has never welcomed us because of that." More to the matter it was because they were male...but he couldn't say that. So he worded it in a way he hoped the other would understand.

"She associates with people in similar groups to yourself I believe....and while we don't wish to join our mother, as we cannot, we wouldn't mind joining another group..."

Paris listened to his brother, smiling as he spoke, he knew his brother to be good with his words...to get a message across without saying exactly what he meant. This was a test of that skill for certain.

"It is true...we do not know our fathers...or with who they associated. But we do know about our mother. We know she runs in the same circles...due to her profession as a singer." Their mother did have a good voice and did sing after all, it as no lie, but it had a double meaning here...one he hoped the elder vampire would understand.

"Our way of being close to the only family memebr we know...without being too close." And risking their lives.

Gitano kept at his mates side, tail winding about his mates bone like tail. "Mmm, you always want to show me off. I do worry sometimes, you don't get jealous when others stare." Not that the other should, they were mated and he'd let Luca turn him oh so long ago. There was nothing to be jealous of...but it would be itneresting - dramatic.

"But yes, let us see this gathering out clanmate has planned." He spoke, gently touching the others face as he stepped into the room where so many were gatghered. The white fabric he wore covering himself in a most fashionable manner, it did not just look like some sheet tossed about himself. He was not some cheap looking fae much less some cheap looking vampire - he was a Toreador and he looked the part.