Ricardo was walking around the common hunting grounds of the domain. Maybe one day he would get to patrol them with Jennifer. However, seeing as the Herald hadn't gotten back to him about it and had appointed someone else Bailiff he doubted it. Still Ricardo kept his eyes out for anything out of the ordinary, or any new Kindred. Or any ones he already knew for that matter.
Castor's boots click against the ground as he walks, as always. A relaxing night at the park seemed warranted after all the recent involvement. Then he saw Ricardo and felt the roar of his Beast. Lay down you damned insatiable monster. Referring to himself in such a way made Castor smirk. Ricardo's presence is not particularly welcome to him. This was a stranger who had been a touch rude their first encounter, still, he could have high hopes for a better second chance, as unlikely as that was.
Holding out his had Castor does his best to sound cordial. "Mr. Reyes, what brings you out on such a fine evening? Enjoying the scenery and sampling the local cuisine?"
Ricardo wasn't exactly pleased to see Castor. However, when he had complained about the man to Jen, she had chewed him out. He figured he should give the man another chance, unknowingly having the same thought as Castor. Then Castor did two things that made him cringe. First, he called him by the wrong last name. Second, he held out his hand first. To Ricardo, that either implied that Castor was the socially superior one, or was female. Well... Ricardo has assumed Castor was a 'he' before.
Still, the Hispanic Lord took his hand and gave it a shake without squeezing (as one would do with a woman). "Good evening, Brother Drake. I have already eaten, but wanted to get a feel for my surroundings." He paused. "If you wouldn't mind, my last name is actually Rodriguez." He said it as a sincere request, which in fact it was. Ricardo neglected to mention that Sidor had actually talked about Hispanic naming conventions in front of Castor. However, bringing that up would be impolite.
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The Daeva sat with her legs crossed on a park bench, a sketchbook in her lap and her concentration focused on the barely moon and lamp lite grove of trees her number 2 pencil was attempting to put to paper. It was more of an exercise in detail than anything else, practicing for her next attempt at drawing the Tower Bridge and also the isolation was good for reflection. Focusing on each individual detail, the contrast of dark shadows against an even darker backdrop, challenging her abilities and pushing her to focus. A focus that is lost when she feels the prick of her darker nature in the pit of her stomach. With a sigh forced from long dead lungs, the Succubi turns her head to see who is intruding on her peaceful night. Two Kindred, the sight of one draws a smile to her face. Ricardo. Okay he was allowed to intrude on peaceful nights. The other is unknown to her and the darker nature of her soul begs her to run, to flee. Almost in defiance of that feeling she rises and after closing her sketch book, begins walking in the direction of the other Kindred.
Sarah, Dressed Down
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The next one to walk by is Chris. He had just bought some stuff he needs for his rituals. There should always be enough supplies, which are right now in the Converse bag hanging on one shoulder. With a casual clothing he wears he's just trying to not draw any attention.
But a Beast rarely goes unnoticed.
Walking in opposite direction at the other side of the street, he comes across the others. Should he join them? It had been a while since he actually socialized with many vampires at the same time. Then again, if these Kindred weren't socializing he would be interrupting. So he comes closer, but doesn't interfere yet.
Chris Wooding
It was a touch embarrassing to mistake a man's name. "I apologize Mr. Rodriguez. It won't happen again." Castor is sincere in this. Though the handshake was a bit disappointing. A Lord with a limp handshake. Who would have guessed? Still, it helped Castor relax a bit that things were at least on neutral ground.
Before he can continue with Ricardo, Castor feels the Beast, stronger this time. The urge to rip, to tear, to shred the two weaker predators that approach. Speaking to Ricardo, "It amazes me that we are such social creatures, yet first encounters are often so unpleasant." Castor speaks with a small chuckle. This time speaking to Sarah. "Good evening Miss." His voice is calm and friendly. He offers a wave to the man standing further away watching. Not a very subtle is he?
Sarah is greeted by a warm smile. "Ms LaFleur, it is wonderful to see you again. Allow me to introduce you to Brother Castor Drake." Then he turns back to Castor "This is Ms. Sarah LaFleur. The two of us had a very pleasant first encounter at our last get together." Although he is giving a counter example to Castor's point; he says it in a jovial manor, reminiscent of the other man's laugh.
Chris isn't exactly treated the same way. Nao's 'little explosion,' had called in to question the loyalty of all members of the "Woven Circle." Chris was not only a member, but according to Nao a fellow sorcerer. The Lord wasn't about to act welcoming until he was more sure of the Shadow's loyalty to the domain.
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Blush, Blush, 
Blush, Imbibe, Blush, Blush, Blush, Imbibe, Jennifer was walking home after an evening of shopping, carrying a small bag from an upscale boutique. Entering the communal feeding area; she toyed with the idea of trying to find a meal. This week was about pushing herself out of her comfort zone, she reminded herself.
Choosing to lengthen her walk a bit, she was soon rewarded at seeing Ricardo, Miss LaFluer and Mr. Drake. She lifts a hand in greeting as she crosses the street to near them.
Chris was pointedly ignored.
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"Buenos Tardes Senor Rodriguez" Sarah remarks to Ricardo with a warm and genuine smile as she moves towards the collection of Kindred, her steps graceful and ladylike despite her jeans and simple sweater "and good night to you as well Mister Drake." The appearance of a member of the Spear did not change her mood, the night spent sketching alone with her own thoughts and the appearance of a friend and gentleman was sufficient to push away the memories of her Sire's complicated and hypocritical dark faith for the moment.
Sarah was about the speak again when her own darker nature reared its ugly head, beckoning her to furiously attack a cute boy making his way over to the group, screaming for her to rip his head off and show the dominance of her own predator. Still she remembers both her mortal upbringing as a polite lady of society and the fact that she didn't want to ruin a perfectly good sketch book with the stolen vitae of a headless Kindred, notions which force that darker nature to the background. The Daeva greets him with a polite but friendly nod of her head as he continues to approach.
The rustle of shopping bags, a sound Sarah would recognize anywhere, alerts the Succubi to the newest arrival to the small informal gathering. "Good night Miss Hazelton." The Daeva examines the bag in the Haunt's hand and smiles. "I like your taste."
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Okay, this didn't really seem to be some secret meeting, and the for him unknown man was beckoning him. So Chris continues his pace towards to group, only accelerating it a bit.
'Good evening Ladies,' a nod towards Sarah and Jennifer 'Gentleman.' and also a nod for Castor and Ricardo. 'Do you mind me joining your conversation? I've apparently done a very bad job in meeting others lately, so I'll introduce myself. I'm Chris Wooding.' He finishes with a smile, realizing one of them wasn't even 'new' anymore.
His bag is pushed a little further behind his back, seemingly as if he just wanted more space for his arm to use in a conversation.
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