After a string of setbacks, Ricardo felt like hiding. Then again, he was a Lord and he never gave up. That was why he was here, sitting in the open area of a strip club. Although he enjoyed the dancers and drinks, he could just as easily move to the VIP area. Instead, he sat out here hoping to run into other Kindred.
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Nathaniel de lAubespine had spent the last few evenings moving from club to club, in search of both blood and enlightenment. He had found both, in equal measure, a fact which had been of considerable surprise to the Spider.
And so it was that yet another Lord found himself at the door of Club Ember, wearing a newly purchased double breasted suit, dark blue with lavender pin stripe. He found himself curious as to how the mortal atmosphere within an Elysium differed to that of the other nightclubs he had visited thus far.
As he entered the open area, he paused for a moment. A familiar predator appeared on his radar, his own Beast snapping apathetically at its lesser as he approached his cousin.
"Good evening, Mr. Rodriguez. I wasn't expecting to meet such fine company on tonights outing." Remarked a voice considerably more cheerful than usual. The Spider had been in good spirits as of late, something that was reflected throughout his very being. Even his poise seemed...dashing. "Is this seat taken, by any chance?"
Sidor enjoyed strip clubs.
They were generally poorly lit, unless you were dancing.
He had absolutely no interest in the dancers. He hadn't taken a vow of celibacy lightly, and his will was ironclad. There was little point playing the temptation card to someone in a strip club anyway.
It would have been like attempting to encourage a bonfire with a match.
But it was also Deputy Grigoriev's duty to keep an eye out for the security of the Domain. And this place, as all others, occasionally required his attention. So he entered, keeping the fedora pulled down, and surveying the scene with a faintly approving glance.
He approved of any situation where Kindred were quietly talking and not causing problems.
Carefully ensuring he kept to the darkest parts of the club, the Haunt's hard eyes examined the area, feeling the cringe of one Beast, and the snapping of another. His own boiling Maelstrom surfaced, but only briefly. He had been prepared, and he froze it before it could even slam against the ice.
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Attire for the evening
Allison comes to Ember with hopes and aspirations of meeting other kindred spirits. After her short exodus to Miami, and her brief stay in Houston, she intends to hit the ground running now that she is back in Sacramento. Bracing herself for incoming panic and anxiety that comes from diving into a pool of sharks, she enters Ember.
Allison's beast reels in panic, a rational fear that she has steeled herself against. Her only outward sign, is drawing in a deep breath, as she pauses briefly to adjust to the source of fear. Exhaling slowly, she moves to the duo. As she passes by Sidor, she feels a tingle of panic running down her spine. Allison did not realize who it was at first, and upon seeing the haunt she felt a bit at a loss.
Allison quickly regains herself, not missing a step as she gives a smile and a wink to the Bishop as she passes, and continues motion to Nathaniel and Ricardo.
"Good evening. Do you all mind if I join you?" Allison's words carry every bit of the smile present on her face. A eyebrow raises slightly in anticipation of a response to her question.
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James had sent a quick text off to Chris Wooding , letting him know of his intent to swing through Club Ember that night. He had been to the club a bunch of times before and enjoyed it greatly. The talent and the distractions for the kine made being Kindred so much easier.
His powerful Beast thundered, straining against the others in the room. Several felt familiar; as his eyes scanned the room, he noted faces (or lack thereof, in Sidor's case) that he was at least passingly familiar with. But these were not the Beasts his was driving him toward. His eyes locked for a moment on Allison Black and Nathaniel de l'Aubestine, two Kindred he had not yet met... and aside from a brief squint, nothing happened. The rage was kept within, and no blood would be shed.
Offering a polite nod to the faintly familiar Deputy Grigoriev, and a smile and nod to Deputy Rodriguez, the Taifa waited for his coteriemate near the front before proceeding deeper into the club. Idly, in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but have minor concerns about Chris becoming lost somewhere between the door and the booths, at the approximate location of where the strippers would be.
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When Chris reads the message he wonders where the times have gone that he would go to normal nightclubs. Not clubs where you watch woman dance, or clubs where all kinds of people semi-tortured each other, just normal clubs.
It must have something to do with being undead...
Still he doesn't mind to hang out with his friend, and soon he arrives in his mini cooper. Just a stylish car for young people, not a clowncar, chickride or whatever it has been called. Chris wears nothing special, a blue shirt and jeans. 'Hey Jim!' He says as he seem him. After a greeting nod he looks around the club, noticing Allison.
'Ah Allison is here, at least we won't be spending any money on strippers tonight, ha!' He grins while looking at the oh-so-hot Daeva. 'How are you tonight man?'
"Good evening Mr. lAubespine. The seat is empty, please join me." He invites his cousin with a wave of his hand. Not long after another Kindred came by. This one was quite good looking, but had a weak Beast. The urge to attack was strong, but the Mexican Lord kept it in check. "Of course not. I don't believe we have been introduced. I am Ricardo Rodriguez." The Hispanic Ventrue says as he gets up and extends his hand to the other Kindred.
He also returns Jim's nod.
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Taking the offered seat, the Lord sat down moments before more predators appeared on his radar, his own unchained Beast lashing at each in turn. It wanted nothing more than to show the other animals in the room who was boss, particularly those with a Beast near as potent as his own. The struggle showed only via a clenched jaw, and pained expression, each lasting but a moment.
"Nathaniel de l’Aubespine. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms?" He chimed in after Ricardo introduced himself, also rising from his seat to offer his hand to the beautiful Daeva before him.
Sidor's Beast boiled in powerful defiance of anything that might dare rise to the blackness of the monster within. He froze it idly, getting a shot of the house Vodka over ice from the bar. It would never be as cold as he desired it, but that was good enough. It would never taste he desired it, either.
It would never burn as it had when he had lived. Eventually, it would be as ash in his mouth, even with the blood surging through him to imitate life. Such was the punishment he had been given.
He nodded to those who acknowledged him, the movement stark and sudden. As if he were focusing on them personally. If he noticed the panic of Allison Black , he didn't give any indication of it. But then, he was used to people reacting to his presence with horror.
The Russian Nosferatu strolled over to the table, keeping his fedora low. His hidden gaze swept the Kindred present.
"Good evening, Mr. Rodriguez. And you, Mr...?"
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"Allison Black..." She says sweetly. "It is a pleasure to meet both of you. Do you mind terribly if I joi..." Allison pauses as Sidor comes up and speaks. She has yet to notice Chris or James.
Allison casts a glance to Sidor. She knows of him, though this being their first meeting, she feigns ignorance. "Good evening. I am Allison Black."
She looks back to Richardo and Nathaniel feeling a bit awkward about sounding like a broken record. To ease past, she accepts Richardo's hand, followed by Nathaniel's. "Thank you, it is a pleasure." Allison's precession of greetings shows slightly to the observant that she knows at least a little about who she is dealing with.
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