"Well, I hope you enjoy the change, " Jackson responded to Isaac with a slight nod before turning to Julia.
"How have the nights been treating you?"
"Well, I hope you enjoy the change, " Jackson responded to Isaac with a slight nod before turning to Julia.
"How have the nights been treating you?"
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"Same old, same old," said the Succubus in response, giving Jackson a casual little shrug of her shoulders. When Vorigan appeared from what seemed out of nowhere, Julia's whole body tensed up for a moment. If her heart was still beating, it would've probably stopped; so it was probably good that it wasn't beating anymore. The neonate felt her Beast whimper and cower in fear of the bigger predator around. While she had the urge to flee the place, the Daeva did her best to keep up a neutral expression while she regained her composure. Once she felt like she could keep her cool, Julia offered the Ventrue barkeep a sweet smile. "Hey Vorigan," she said to the eccentric Lord, giving him a little wave. Its better to be on his good side, she thought to herself, feeling a little more at ease as the seconds passed. "I hope the evening is treating you well."
Gareth suppressed a smirk as Charlotte waxed lyrical about kindred academia. Gareth didn't really care for theory and academia beyond what was practical. If he needed to know something, he'd look it up but he'd never read the whole book beyond the context required. He'd skip straight to the bit he needed. It saved time. Still, sometimes knowing just a little bit more could make a huge difference...
Suppose if I ever need to consult the Vampire Encyclopedia it might be quicker just to ask you...
"Nice to meet you, Isaac." Gareth forced himself to be friendly. "Been in Sacramento long?"
When Charlotte suggested a more sequestered exchange Gareth figured the kid was worth a shot. Vorigan seemed to afford her some respect, so she could at least hold her own in one or more fields of expertise. "Sure," he replied equally quietly, handing her a small card with his dummy-phone number. It wasn't that the number didn't work, it was just disposable in case of emergency. No one ever got Gareth's direct line unless he had his claws firmly hooked in them. "Call me." He smirked, fully aware of the cliche those words implied.
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"Not too long, only a couple of weeks," said Isaac. He wasn't sure what to make of the Gangrel yet, but it couldn't hurt to be polite. He was much more interested, though, in Charlotte--his face brightened a bit when she started talking about writing papers.
"A paper? You're a scholar of some kind, then?" He raised an eyebrow. "That's very interesting. I was a professor myself, before I was Embraced."
The door to Trax opens and three people walk in. One is a rugged looking man with a goatee wearing a black leather jacket and jeans. Another is a younger-looking guy who eyes up the bar and grins at the sight of the pool table. Accompanying them is a rather attractive brunette. They're easily noticed - they're talking among themselves and look like they're having a good time.
"Beer?" the older guy asks his companions, who nod. "It's on me." And he heads on up to the bar, casting a glance at Gareth for a moment and then up at Vorigan. "Three Bud, please." And he places a twenty on the bar.
The other two head for the pool table, ignoring Hecate under the table in their excitement to play a game. One grabs a couple of cues while the other one racks up, and they are chatting quietly about a bet.
They do not trigger any sort of Predator's Taint in anybody.
"Excellent, I shall." Charlotte glanced over the phone number, committed it to memory, then slipped it into her pocket. She wasn't entirely sure what Gareth's intentions were - for all the Mekhet knew, he had simply been making idle conversation - but there was...potential in them meeting to talk privately. Allies and connections were important, and while Charlotte didn't know how long she would be staying in Sacramento, having someone like Gareth on her side would make things considerably easier. If nothing else, she relished the possibility of speaking in private with another Kindred.
Her father, dear to her as he was, didn't really come close. Often he didn't do much beyond smile and nod.
A professor? Charlotte perked up at Isaac's comment. Interesting. Between myself, Gareth, and this fellow, we could probably amass more braincells between the three of us than the rest of this part of town put together.
"Self-taught, but yes." She said. "I suppose I might call myself a historian, though by necessity my interests have had to spread. I have a great interst in the history of our own kind, but the topic is so mired in analogy, mythology, and, if you'll excuse the term, outright bullshit, that degrees of philosophy and wider occult study are necessary. May I ask what you yourself specialised in?"
Charlotte glanced around at the sound of the door opening. Her expression soured a little; with no instinctual thrashing from her Beast, the three newcomers were probably just Kine. She silently berated herself; had they walked in a moment or two earlier, they might have overheard her speaking about Kindred-specific matters. It was easy to forget, at times, that Trax was not a particularly safe place to discuss such things.
"I fear we may have to finish this conversation later." Charlotte muttered to Isaac.
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Owen looks up at the sign of the bar before entering within. He looks around, taking in both familiar and a new face. His gaze settles on Gareth, flickering to Charlotte and the other guy as he walks towards the trio. "Evening to you, Charlotte. And you Gareth." He greets while adding, "I'm Owen."
"Vorigan, a shoot of gin if you would, please." He asks the surly Lord. His hand goes to his wallet, ready to take out a bill.
"Indeed," Gareth agrees, nodding to Charlotte. He eyed the newcomers suspiciously. One did not simply walk into Trax and for the briefest moment a terrible hunger flickered in Gareth's eyes. He shook his head, composing himself as Owen approached the group.
"Evening, Owen." Gareth said, turning to face the newcomer. Gareth sort of remembered the guy, the smell filling his nostrils implying he was either a hobo or a Nos. Gareth suspected the latter given he vaguely recalled Owen hanging around before.
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Juan gave a nod over to Jackson, who had also entered the bar, but made no active attempt to engage in conversation. He'd eventually get around to conversation, but for now, he’d see who entered the bar tonight before making any moves. Juan sipped quietely on his GnT, feeling the nauseous sensation as his vitae mixed with the beverage to prevent him projectile vomiting it everywhere. Having been 500 years since he had truly enjoyed food and drink, Juan’s drinking experience felt dulled and secondhand, the burning sensation of alcohol only just registering on his mouth, and the bitter-sweet taste of the gin and tonic only vaguely pleasurable. For the amount of vitae used, and an unpleasant end to the night throwing up later on to be had, the drink had been costly, and unenlightening.
Im going to regret this in a few hours...
Juan continued to sit alone at the barstool, quietely listening in on the conversations bouncing between the other kindred. Upon hearing Charlotte's mentions of her personal interests, his ears perked up. Theology, History and the occult? Hmm... Sounds like a bona-fide philosopher. With the exception of his short meetings with Colorado, Juan hadn’t really connected with any of the other kindred at Trax, but from what he had heard tonight, Charlotte may have more than two braincells to bang together. Finishing his drink and lighting a fresh cigarette, he stood up and approached the group. "Evening Owen, Gareth." He murmered quietely, looking at each in turn, before finally looking at Charlotte and Isaac. "Enjoying your night?"
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Julia couldn't help but notice the trio of newcomers who had stepped through the doors of Trax. She wondered if they were Kindred, like the majority of patrons she had met within the walls of the bar so far. All three of them lacked a Beast of course, but that wasn't entirely unusual, since the Daeva had learned that some Kindred had a tendency to hide their Beasts from others. Hmm, it does make one wonder, she thought to herself, casting a quick glance at the two playing pool. I've never seen them around here before...
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