Vampire: The Masquerade IC (Don't forget your hat!)

Asia took it upon herself to answer the door. "Hello? Are you here for the end of the world?" She lifted a hand, uncertain as to whether or not the stranger would object to being poked in curiosity. I wonder what his name is. Maybe he'll show me, owe me, and the wind stops for now.

"The end of the world? No, my dear girl. I'm a... Salesman. Is anyone else here?" She poked him. That was weird. He recoiled a little bit, but then became patronizing again. He tousled her hair. "Well aren't you a little dear."

He seemingly ignored the door and kissed his partner's neck. He spoke up and laughed while saying so "Caine didn't curse her. All other clans were cursed but she wasn't because of her supposed beauty.." He turned his head and sighed, patting Kat's rear. "Come come, we must continue our private chat more.. privately, apparently. Onwards to the bedroom.. I guarantee you shan't outlast me."

Asia, deciding it would not be civil to lick the stranger's hand, satisfied herself by giving it a good sniff. This got her no closer to learning his name.

"I'm here, if that counts! Only one, but two more, two more, for the other two, I can't count for them!"

She squeezed his waist teasingly. "We've been cycling blood between each other, I think we're more evenly matched now." She wandered over to her room and simply fell onto the bed, lying on her chest. "Lucky her I guess. So what exactly was this, curse? If she didn't get it, that's an advantage she might have."

"Okay. You seem to be a good person. Is there any tea in the house?" And now she sniffed his hand. Weeiiirrd. This girl was obviously not right in the head. She seemed to enjoy rhymes, though. "Have you ever examined history, from the proper perspective? The proper view changes everything, respectively!"

He looked at her then back to the door. He pulled his hand up slowly and cautiously. "He sings a song of lies, lies, make sure no one dies, dies dies." He walked after kat, closing the door before laying next to her. "Simple. Thinblooded syndrome. Toreadors don't seem to get it, supposedly cuz she was too beautiful to be cursed."

"History! See, I love tea! I love tea, I love tea. Do you have any?" Perhaps if his name was tea he'd wonder if he could come in.

Asia opened the door and escorted 'Tea' onto the couch in front of the TV. "This is what I'm watching, and though it's not yourself, it's just as much a window as any other person would tell. Hell, it's just as much a window as any other person would tell!"

She stared at the ghastly screen, which played a children's cartoon.

She closed her eyes in secret disappointment, although it was very small disappointment at that. "I see..." She looked right at him again. Deep down, she was sad to feel her lustful energy dwindling away. "So, do we go later tonight? Because I'd rather get things done as quick as possible if it's safer that way."

He hushed her with sloppy coliding of lips and bodies. He blew gently on her ear and shook his head. "Don't worry about it, I'll handle it instead. Now come here.. Let's see you attempt to outlast me, little Torrie. I warn you, you'll tire out very quickly.."

"I'm sorry to say I have no tea. I am, however, selling fine jewelry. Do you want some?" Rhyming. It was actually a lot of fun. Ugh. His bandana was getting loose. He redid it. "My name is Twitch. What is yours? Which one are you? Which?"

"My mom had jewelry, I think. I think my mom had jewelry, if you have it she'll want it back!" Asia leaned in closer to the television. The antagonist just had his head dumped into a bucket of water. How did he not stop to see how it would get there? Surely there would be more to the wind than buckets of water. "I'm one of them! Does that make me the water, lake in the water, father, father..."

She felt her scars become gradually exposed. A human had carried the procedure out, for her benefit, and it had cost her respect from the other Toreadors. Had a more experienced mutilator carried the procedure out, the scars would have significance to anyone other than herself. But that wasn't what she wanted, not at all...

He traced the scars, his eyes strained. Who was that stranger... Bah! He had his partner here. He shifted to place her knees apart, wedging himself in the centre. He leaned down and licked just above her heart; dead and unbeating, but nonetheless an attractive offer for a meal. "Come now, be the stronger person.."

She grabbed him tightly, rolling him onto his back. "This better?" She sank her teeth into his neck again, feeding in pulses to mimic a heartbeat. Years without one made the sensation for herself that much better, a hint at life now lost to them. Power was just days away, the power of her clan's founder.

He groaned at the heavyily placed pleasure; stressed though it was, he still felt joys. Most diablerists would've drained him by now. This Toreador was obviously more held-back. "It just occured to me we left a stranger in the house with the looney out front... I believe we may be a bit buggered at this point."

She relaxed her body, softly resting on his once more. "We can deal with him later, I think the nutjob is distraction enough." She twisted her head to leave the bite mark more open to him. "I don't want to take more without you doing the same, okay? I can't think of a more enjoyable method." She sank her teeth into the wound once more, waiting for him to do the same.

He bit as well, the two cycling their blood between each other; though his bite was hurting her moreso than hers could hurt him due to the Giovanni's curse. He rubbed a hand up her bare back, touching a few of her scars along the way. He released his bite to roll on top of her, grinning down. "You're gripping to humanity. Not the best thing to do."

She rested her head again. "Better than turning into Miss Mental Case out there." She closed her eyes as she finally rolled back onto the bed to stare at the ceiling. "I never really had a relationship before the conversion. Years ago though, I fell for a guy, nice and respective of my secret. He was the one who gave me the scars afterwards, but I couldn't bear having him turn as well... so I took his life." She closed her eyes to breathe slowly. "The clan weren't happy about the whole thing, so when I tried to get back at them, that's when they booted me."

"And now by fate you fall into a Giovanni's lap, one who's offering you to become the new Matron of your clan, unquestionable by anyone. And should they question them, you could just consume them with ease; you'd be a new Antediluvian, like our patron Augustus Giovanni." He leaned down, kissing at the scars on her neck. He stroked her sides gently and spoke quietly. "And of course we'll want the Giovanni in good standings.."

She nodded, stroking his face. "A closer understanding between the artists and the necromancers. It has a nice ring to it..." She kissed him back, her mood now more relaxed. "So, are we done for now? Because it seems you were right all along."

"How do you mean right..? And by better understanding you mean my god damn clan's going to force me into being your consort for eternity... But Gehenna first." He looked at her, a tad confused and a tad pensive.

She turned her head to him slowly. "I'm kinda worn out and all..." She bit at her lip as he sounded annoyed at being with her. "Look, if you're unhappy with me, I'm fine with that. You just, seemed special. But if you don't want to be with me for all time fine..." She felt like getting up and dressing to check on what was going on outside, but decided to wait, at least for the moment.

"I didn't mean for it to seem like I don't want to, but you have to keep in mind I've been on this planet for 384 years. I know how boring certain things can get; and my only issue is I'd have no CHOICE. Anything you did I'd have to deal with and accept with loving arms or else I'd meet my last sunrise.." He looked down at her eyes; such beautiful eyes they were..

She shook her head. "I wouldn't. I respect what people do for me, and what they mean to me. You've given me something I've never had before, and you're giving me the chance to earn my proper respect." She placed her hand beside his head, moving it gently towards her chest.