What the Water Gave Me

[Dirt Nap]

Dirt Nap is outside, as normal. He is standing under a tree, whispering but not words. Which is also normal for him. He glances over towards Atticus.

"Evening." he nods, observing his fellow Supplicant's obvious satisfaction, possibly even celebration.

[Blackbird]

Blackbird scampered down to the hot tub, her form wrapped in a large white towel. Underneath was a simple black bikini.

"I've been looking forward to this all night!" she said, her voice oddly bright. Then again, it was to be expected. Unlike Atticus, Blackbird reveled in the luxury of their home.

Seeing Lina had just turned the jets on, Blackbird smiled, but chose to let the tub sit for a moment. Settling in a lounger next to Atticus and Lina, the bird would slip the towel off and lay down. For a moment, she stretched before letting herself rest and look to the stars briefly before glancing to Nap under his tree and giving the gentle Savage a wave.

[Garrett Prosper]

Garrett pulled up his vehicle some time later, taking him time as he picks his way up the unfamiliar driveway. The Savage has significantly dressed down after taking a read from the triad of Dragons. He had dropped the suit for a black sweatshirt with white stripes and GUESS printed across the chest, dark joggers, and white runners that weren't as crisp as they used to be. Things were a lot more casual in Sacramento, and he wasn't looking to Other himself further by dressing for the outside world. This generation valued kinship over signalling professional capabilities and class. He chuckled to himself, even the Prince of the bloody Invictus appears to be tired of Masks.

Lisbeth had not been exaggerating the luxury of the property; warmly lit, modern, and bright to match the paradise of California's spirit. He was half tempted to whistle one of the many birds of prey eyeing up the gophers that were slowly propagating the expansive lawn. Covenant or not, these Kindred were still strangers. Those of the Defiant were not immune to in-fighting when the way of things was exposed to new or foreign methods of thinking. The Daeva was quick to show their tribalism when she shielded Atticus from Garrett's general offer of tithe to the Chapter. They certainly didn't need it, but had invited him anyway.

He decided against rudely spying.

Whether the security camera would catch him first, or their own occult methods, he knocked at the door to play the part.

[Dirt Nap]

Dirt Nap sees that they are gathering, and leaves off socializing with animals for the company of his fellow Dragons. Coming over he smiles at Blackbird's obvious pleasure in luxury, and nods to Atticus in acknowledgement of the offer, saying, "Thanks, but I'll pass. I'm letting the body just take in what I want to get it used to for now." he says.

Dirt Nap's enhanced senses hear the doorknock. Aware that the others would hear it too, he says nothing, waiting. The Grand Wyrm had said they had company. She would say how she wanted it handled.

[Blackbird]

Blackbird smiled to the Dragons in turn, turning her head to Atticus at his offer.

"I'm okay for now," she said, "Maybe after our guest gets settled."

Then came the knock and Lina's request, reminding the neonate that she bore certain shackles with her rank. In the Ordo Dracul, as with all other covenants, there was a social order. For now, Blackbird resided at the bottom. Though she would not remain there, if she could help it. Until then she would happily play her role. The Dragons were, after all, ready allies and Lina had not abused her authority. On the whole, Blackbird was able to keep much of her independence, which suited her just fine.

Blackbird allowed herself to slink from the lounger, dipping her head to acknowledge the Grand Wyrm's task and entered the Chapter House. Briefly, Blackbird pondered moving upstairs to grab a bathrobe to cover herself, but she ultimately decided against it. There was no telling if Garrett was a patient man at this stage and it was prudent for Blackbird to see to her task efficiently.

Thus, wearing nothing more than her black bikini, the Daeva arrived and opened the front door. Blackbird would greet the German with a small smile, dipping her head slightly to acknowledge his greater place in the Order as a whole while thrusting the rage of her Beast into some internal abyss.

"Good evening," she offers as she opens the door fully an steps aside with it to allow him passage, "Your peers have congregated in the backyard. If you'll allow me, I will take you to them."

Garrett's title and name were not spoken. The property was sizable and fairly secure, but with the looming threats of hunters Blackbird was not going to take any chances.

Naturally, Blackbird would allow Garrett's entry and response, closing the door behind him once he was inside. If Garrett accepted her offer, she intended to take him to the others. If he declined for a want of other information, Blackbird would entertain him. The objective was to ease him into the Chapter House and in his meetings with the others. If that meant allowing him to ask questions about herself or the property, Blackbird would humor him.

[Garrett Prosper]

Garrett blinked slowly at the wet, mostly naked Daeva acting the part of a butler. If he could still blush, his face would have been on fire as he covered his mouth. He could only nod as the 'thank you' stuck in his throat.

He barely registered the Beast insisting she was mocking him in some way, but the thoughts and her words were disjointed as he took a read of the entrance. The door shutting snapped him out of the moment.

"T-thank you, Slave..." he paused, realizing Lisbeth never offered anything resembling a surname. Without one, adding to her state of dress, Prosper sounded like a complete dolt. As he stared into space, he had to laugh; she had managed to completely take the piss out of him in less than three seconds.

"You definately have a way with people," he grinned, still averting his eyes out of politeness, "I noticed how you work the Court. I'm sure you will have the same rank as the rest soon enough. You're definately smarter than I was," he admitted, trying to dispel how awkward he felt. This was a thousand times worse than Mabel's nearly transparent gown.