The drinks return, a melange of spirits in a large beer mug garnished with a sprig of something.
"Here you go, friends. Anal Johnson's special elixir. Guaranteed to knock mere mortals on their rumpuses and for us, a hearty buzz." Davis immediately gulped his down. "The burn means it's working." He responded with a breathy voice. Davis then chases it with the untouched bourbon from before.
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"Ingen engelsk?" Ashley said with a smile, as she quickly drummed her fingers on the table. She regarded the Colonel for a moment, he seemed to be in his own world unaware of what was being said. She wondered for a moment, if what she had heard about post mortem embraces, could be true. Would someone do that for a gun shot to the head and the Colonel be the result?
Ashley really wasn't sure what to make of it. He seemed to young to be embraced and suffering from Dementia or Alzheimer's. Then again, she knew Rabies and Syphilis could also lead to madness and between those two one seemed like the logical bet. "Do you have Syphilis?"
Ashley crossed her arms as she considered the possibility. Maybe the poor Colonel didn't have much longer in life and his sire knowingly or unknowingly embraced a dying man that was losing his mind. "Fascinating..." She said to herself.
Clara recaptured Krieg's attention. An eyebrow raised up at her mischief. "Is that so?" a lighthearted laugh followed. "I go for a swim after our monthly meetings. Other nights, I jog and tend to the farmland, research, pray. It all depends upon what needs to be taken care of."
Krieg intentionally avoided looking at Davis and his elixir. Hearing Ashley ask if the man had Syphilis nearly made him burst out laughing. It would certainly explain a lot of the Knight's quirky behavior.
He turned the question back to Clara, "What of yourself?"
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PresenceThe way Davis cherished each down of the drink made Clara wonder if he still got anything from the beverage. Clara took a drink and held it just in front of her face. She wasn't quite drinking yet; instead she bit on the straw and started to toy with the thin red tube of plastic.
Ashley said something. Russian? The ghost of a memory from Europe thought it sounded Eastern. Then she asked a pointed barb directed at her cousin. Clara quirked a brow. John's behavior could be erratic, sure, but syphilis? She kept her head turned to Ashley and then glanced towards Krieg.
Cheeks hollowed out as Clara blew bubbles into her drink. Then her lips pursed around the straw and pushed it out of her mouth as she guided the drink down onto the table with a light thud. "A disciplined man. So, that makes it curiouser...if you're always swimming, jogging, planting, researching, or praying...which were you going to do here? And with whom?"
"Syphilis? No, is she missing?" Davis jested. "No, I do believe the Doc would have told me if I did."
Watching Clara play with the drink was insulting, but he would not show it. He had learned that she was a fickle mistress when it came to socializing. It was like a squirrel or chipmunk hiding and searching for nuts. Cute.
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Ashley gave a resounding nod of her head to the Colonel, as she leaned back in the seat once more. The exchange between Clara and Karl drew her interest. It was not an engagement she cared to detract from with interjecting herself into the conversation. Besides, Karl was a curious mystery, but then again so was Clare. She was impressed with the girl's ability.
Ashley was still amazed by how much had changed in the past two years. There was still so much to learn, and three pieces of that puzzle sat in the Asylum.
Clara's display of toying with her drink brought a light smile of amusement to his lips. Krieg replied casually to Clara, answering her second question first. "This would be my first time here at Asylum. It is merely good fortune I happened to see those I knew. I work closely with a member of our club. I would prefer not to give out the name. I respect the individual's privacy. I will confer with my associate if our relationship is to be known."
Returning to her first question of why he was here, "I was seeking release. Teaching through pain strengthens mind, body and soul. Tribulation brings enlightenment. By intent and by accident, I have experienced pain in more ways than most. Frequently it is physical. Psychological and emotional are much more difficult to arrange in a safe, controlled environment."
He chuckled lightly, "Oh dear, I sound like a Cenobite. Now all I need is a cursed puzzle cube."
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Presence"Fascinating," Clara assured Krieg as he finished speaking. Her eyes shimmered briefly from across the table. "That's a long way of saying you like feeling." Krieg had shades of an Elder about him and was reminding Clara a bit of John.
She then yawned. It wasn't reflexive with Kindred but Clara made it seem natural. It was long, pronounced, and announcement of her displeasure. "I'm bored," she announced. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a woman clad in full BDSM gear in tears and running mascara. There're much more interesting nights happening around me. "Okay. Let's play a game." She thought on it for a minute. "Dance off. John and Karl. Winner gets to escort me out of the club. I know my cousin will vouch for my honor. How about you, Karl? Deal?"
Davis listened to the giant's words. Working closely with a member of his club. Davis had a suspicion of who he was talking about but chose to keep those cards to himself. If she would keep a secret, so would he.
Then Clara hit the nail on the head. "Why I do agree, I do agree indeed. Despite all the festivities around us this evening, this place does bring about an air of boredom that just will not do. No sir, it will not do at all." The challenged had been laid before him. "A duel then, good fellow. For the hand in the escort of the fair and most honorable Clara. No greater prize shall be won this evening for sure. I accept, what say you Karl?"
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Ashley smiled at Karl's words. She found him rather well-spoken, though more of a religious bend. Ashley did not hold that against him, though, as everyone dealt with their nights differently. "Knowing others is Wisdom. Knowing yourself is enlightenment." She said with a shake of her head.
True, pain could bring perspective... Ashley just knew that the uncontrolled unsafe sort of pain was a sharper form of knowledge.
Ashley glanced back to Clara for a moment as she guided the night. She wanted to see how this succubus worked.
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