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

"I can count the people who want to hear your ass shouting on two fingers, and those are my middle ones! Just remember who might 'forget' to protect you!" He put the earbud back in, skipping to the next song. Evanescense. Lovely.

"Bringing together those who love vibrant colours and those who find them mundane, thusly preferring music? Hmph. I'll try. As for the matter of a child, it's quite unheard of. I suppose genetic cloning might work, but that sort of technology is far beyond realization. And there's the issue of using vitae to keep it alive.." He thought. Could a dhampir be produced under such circumstances?

But Twitch.. He turned, his blood flowing and fortitude running through his veins. He firmly grasped the bloodied stake and shoved it into Twitch's heart, thusly paralyzing him. He spat on his eyes and let out something akin to a hiss. "Child I find my patience for you waning like the damnable moon!"

"Get that out of my chest, you dick." This fucker had balls. He couldn't wait till he could move again. He'd fucking shank this jackass. But only after he had the money. He could fly back to the states. Dissapear.

She walked back over to them, placing a hand on both shoulders. "Boys, give it a break. Don't you think we should find pet?" She bit her lip tightly as she thought of how it would work. "There are a few Toreadors with a questionable taste for art of the body, one happens to be a doctor to satisfy his curiosity. I'm not saying that anything has to be done right now, I think it'd work out better once we've got some breathing room."

He grinned widely down at the paralyzed child before speaking up. "You know, he's served his purpose. The only thing keeping him is money.. Let's leave him out in the sun with it, whilst paralyzed. Let him suffer." He paused and spoke up "Is what I would say if he didnt' remind me of a child I'd once considered an adoptive son. How bout it assamite? Life in the lap of luxury instead of just getting your basic cash. How's that notion strike you kiddo?"

"Sir, that would be boring. You would never have to fight or work for much of anything. And sir, I don't get get attached to people. It's wise not to." The song switched. He started humming, for lack of anything else to do. I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of, shutting a goddamn door..."

She closed her eyes. It was completely unclear as to what she should suggest to him, perhaps if she should even get involved. "You don't have to give up work. My family is rather... self centred, and they were glad to see me leave. Would you at least consider staying until I sort things out? You can get to know him better while I, clean up the place."

"Oh you poor demented fuck if it were boring I wouldn't have just killed Caine's little crush alongside my partner here, NOR have such an amazing partner. Fightings an option we all have. You could be a practical General Zaroff under such things.." He turned to face Kat. "Yes my sweet little macintosh, I'll stay about.. We must discuss under more private terms that child."

"The Most Dangerous Game? You classy motherfucker. I prefer Creighton, but there's still a stick in my chest so..." This guy may not be so bad after all. He at least had good taste in books.

She shrugged. "Well if this is the kid's possible brother, why exclude him? I guess you're right." She patted the boy on the head teasingly. "I'm gonna go on ahead to the airport so we can be ready to go before dawn, unless you need me here to make sure you two actually get there."

"Ma'am, I'm kind of stuck here... I- y'know what? Fine." He quit talking. Not much to do now. Bored bored bored. Just music. Music and music and people. He couldn't wait to get back to the states. This trip was beginning to suck.

He removed the stake. He figured the moment was gettinig awkward. "Yes well, I WAS refreshed in a freshman english course. Though I myself preferred Shirley Jackson's The Lottery. Nothing more interesting than a tale that you think is good, what with winning the lottery and all, and then watching the hicks stone a single woman. Even the kids enjoy it for Christ's sake.."

"Thank you, sir." He stood up and brushed the dirt off. "You ever read any of Arren Shan's books? Better than any teenage girl shit by far." He chuckled, then continued. "Popular stories about a necrophiliac bitch. Hahaha!"

"Hehehe.. Some say those stories are written over my cousin's sexcapades. All par for the course in the Giovanni family. Well that and tons upon tons of incest, flighty italian broads and much more.. And of course well treated ghouls."

"Heh. So, are we going to have any time to see Greece in all it's glory? I really want to see the old temples. Wander the wilderness. Mug an overly rich tourist." He giggled a bit, then put his iPod on speaker. It was playing the chorus of "I Write Sins Not Tragedies."

She looked around for a while. "Not that much to see here really. The girls at the Elysiums here are nice and pretty, but chances are you won't get lucky. Now, back home however... I can fix you up with any Torrie you like. The chance to get away from the guys is a miracle."

"Those women were all over you, I'm sure getting them all over him would be no problem if you were demanding enough like you are... In.. yeah let's not go into detail on that." He smiled smugly hoping she got the reference before handing a rather heavy 357 to his employee. "Here. Go nuts."

She smiled. "That's because I'm their new antediluvian. You saw how they reacted to you. Either way, I'd rather he not end up becoming an innocent little thing, he's so lovely in this rude and upstart form, but those girls have a very calming nature." She smiled smugly and turned to head off to the airport.

"You just brag about him; they believe you, he gets laid. Simple as that Kat.. Don't leave, we've got a few more days in Athens! We'll just stop by the giovanni manor for rest and relaxation, of course." He wrapped his arms around her stomach pulling her back. "Come along now dear. No time like the present."

She smiled, turning her head to run her teeth along the skin of his neck. "Of course love, whatever you say." Moving his hands around her body for a moment, she released herself and returned her attention to the very well disguised Elysium. "I'll just pick a good girl out for him, and bring her with us." Returning into the building, she made her way over to the section where she had been taken before. After a few moments, she returned, a dark haired girl following behind obediently.

Oh. Here came the other employer. He stood back up, having dozed off for a bit. There was another lady with her. He said hello to both of them. He motioned to a nearby bench. "Now we have logistics to plan out."

She noticed Victor take a call, causing some concern. Talking with him briefly, she watched as he left in a hurry. Returning her attention to the Assamite and his new friend, she clasped her hands together. "Bit of an incident at the Giovanni manor, looks like we're bunking up in the Elysium back here after all." She glanced around for a few moments. "I've got to find the pet before dawn, in the meantime, this lovely girl here will attend to your needs."

Asia was, at that moment, sitting on the roof of an urban domicile, talking to the moon.

She did not think it odd that the moon did not respond. Asia could respect its privacy. And out of the group, which is more active? The silly ones! The frilly ones, the silly ones, like myself, but the difference is, the difference is that I'M on the other side.

Asia related all of this to the moon, and the moon neither agreed nor disagreed, as it had done for the past half hour.

Leaving the maiden to sort out their residence for the time being, she ran off into the night, retracing the path they took to the temple. She didn't mind the delay too much as the girls at the temple tried to keep her there, seemingly ecstatic at having a much nicer antediluvian. Returning to the town, she began wandering around.

"For when the king has sought refuge behind his pawns, the queen is sent to lead the knight and the bishop into battle. But the bishop has decided to make himself unseen, how then can the queen bring her bishop to safety...

He left the girl after some awkward conversation and went out to a nearby hill to watch the stars. They always riveted his attention. Hearing someone approach, he hid himself. "I know you're there." It was a woman in a Breaking Benjamin shirt, no way in hell...