On Wings of Wax

**Garrett Prosper** · Feb 28th, 2019 11:02 PM

Prosper follows Dirt Nap in the inevitable silence, checking boxes in his head at whether his surface read was truly as accurate as his jaded bias.

Had he influenced her doubt with his quiet judgement? Had Blackbird smelt his bullshit when he praised her speedy rise? He gathers heavy duty cleaning supplies without the same hesitation his vanity usually would imply; surprisingly efficient as he places on gloves that are entirely unnecessary for their condition. Stacking towels, bags,

"Do we have an air scrubber?" he asks, almost mechanically. "Hydrogen peroxide, ammonia?" The soap wasn't the most efficient product.

**Dirt Nap** · Feb 28th, 2019 11:19 PM

"Yep." Dirt Nap says softly. "It's a Dragon house. We're fully stocked. Everything but lye." he says in an almost completely bland tone with just a hint of anger.

He pre-treats the bloody robe in the stainless steel sink in a cold water wash. Then he puts it in the washer with bleach, and runs the washer.

Mar 2nd, 2019 07:30 PM

Time passed. Whether it was minutes or hours, Lina Moretti didn't know. Her rage faded with time and violence, and eventually, the Grand Wyrm felt safe enough to come out. A fresh set of clothing, more normal for her, with her knife scrubbed clean of her friend's spilled Vitae and her hair in a loose pony. A semblance of normalcy.

But she felt anything but normal. Her footsteps echoed in the hallways, which seemed lonelier.

Sitting down in the main sitting area, that central space in the mansion where the Dragons would often congregate and share their theories and their ideas, she considered the cushy space where Blackbird would usually lounge. Quiet contemplation overcame her, at least for now. At least until the others returned.

Mar 2nd, 2019 10:04 PM

Atticus still sat, but adjusted his seat to be sitting upright with his legs crossed. He sat and let his mind do what it did, it sank low into the meditation. One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Bird bird bird. One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Am I hungry? Naw. One, Two, Three, Four, Five, and so on the thoughts went, focusing on his breath, until his mind went rogue, then bringing it back into focus on his breath. His emotions were there and he acknowledged them, but did not control them. He let them come and go, focusing on his breath again and again.

**Garrett Prosper** · Mar 5th, 2019 11:16 AM

The newest addition to the Chapter House lays down the towels to soak the Vitae of the last newest addition. Prosper grimaces as the crimson blooms across the white like a Rorschach test, mouth twitching at the intense and enticing smell the chamber was now coated in.

It was a disgusting tug of instinct, but better him than the others that actually knew her. Dealing with the nature of the Curse on top of this particular trauma wasn't ideal for any psyche. Someone neutral had to do it.

The soaked towels are tossed dripping into the bag, layered until the floor is dry as he dumps the solution that chews at whatever protein is left. He sprays the walls, heightened senses tracking every streak of hunger.

As time passes, the Nine of Cups' thoughts wander to the rest in the silence. Lina was straight-forward. After the discussion with Blackbird about the founding paired with the behaviour he had seen so far in recruiting his presence, he had an inkling on the wealth of experience he would be dealing with. The woman very likely had lost her first. She would also signal likely feel the need to her strength as Sheriff, and had to tow the line as the Grand Wyrm on top of it all.

Lina, 2 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2019-03-04 12:30:34	[01] Garrett Prosper rolls 6 to anticipate emotional stability and needs of the Dragons (In order: Lina, Atticus, Dirt Nap) Wits + Empathy (10 Again)	10, 3, 2, 10, 5, 5, 4, 1	2 successes

Atticus, 4 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2019-03-04 12:30:34	[02] Garrett Prosper rolls 6 to anticipate emotional stability and needs of the Dragons (In order: Lina, Atticus, Dirt Nap) Wits + Empathy (10 Again)	8, 1, 10, 10, 4, 8, 3, 2	4 successes

Dirt Nap, 2 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2019-03-04 12:30:34	[03] Garrett Prosper rolls 6 to anticipate emotional stability and needs of the Dragons (In order: Lina, Atticus, Dirt Nap) Wits + Empathy (10 Again)	5, 8, 2, 6, 6, 8	2 successes

Mar 5th, 2019 01:15 PM

Garrett is able to intuit that Moretti, ever the competitor as a Five of Rods, has just lost. Deeply. Keenly. Her student, by her own blade, with her methodology.

Picking her back up is a matter of tapping that competitive instinct. Dragons die sometimes. That's just what they do. The Grand Wyrm's manner suggested she was stunned, as if punched right in the jaw. But though the round was lost, the match wasn't over. There was plenty of time left on the clock.

Mar 7th, 2019 12:04 AM

Atticus isn't a hard man to read. He tends to wear his emotions on his sleeve, even when he isn't wearing sleeves. In this case Atticus felt alone. Something about BB had brought a humanity out of Atticus James.

The Gangrel stood and turned to look at his friend. She wasn't there anymore. Atticus walked over to the window and looked out over all the fun they could have had. Atticus closed the curtain.

**Dirt Nap** · Mar 7th, 2019 05:13 PM

Dirt Nap finishes cleaning in the washroom. Gets the towels and other used materials from Garrett Prosper and silently takes them back, disposing of what is disposable, and cleaning what is reusable, doing his best to diligently renew where it is possible.

When it's done, he goes up to his room, opens his long storage ottoman which is filled with dirt, lies down in it, closes the lid over him, and changes his form to meld with the earth inside.

**Dirt Nap** · Mar 7th, 2019 07:22 PM

Dirt Nap hides his feelings deep, like they're buried six feet underground.

3 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2019-03-07 19:21:35	Dirt Nap rolls 4 to hiding his emotional state over the failure of Blackbird to overcome her beast (Composure 3 + Subterfuge 1) (10 Again)	1, 9, 9, 9	3 successes

**Garrett Prosper** · Mar 8th, 2019 12:05 PM

Prosper cracks his neck as he finishes the task with Dirt Nap, noting the man's sudden flight. If he wanted to be alone, he wasn't going to bother him.

As the Savage returns to the main floor, he sees Lina having positioned herself in the middle of it all. He keeps his distance so she doesn't have to smell the blood on him, "Give me a minute while I change. I will be right back," he says without any titles or stiff formality, running upstairs.

His head automatically tracks the presence of the other predator as he passes what he assumed was Blackbird's room. Normally he would have left some distance, but his instincts told him Atticus probably needed to be around the others. Tapping the door gently with his knuckle, he peers inside, "When you are ready, want to come join the pack?" he asks earnestly, "I am getting the whiskey."

1 success

No demands or expectations—just a prompt to give him the excuse. Garrett wasn't under any illusion that he has had the opportunity to build any specific rapport.

Just as he had told Lina, he is quick to change and shower to get most of the scent off that their heightened senses would have dragged off of him. He then bites his lip before just deciding the haul the entire box with his most expensive booze down to the main floor. Vampires were weird, where grieving did not come so naturally. In this case getting, the young trashed was probably the most human thing they could do to honour losing a Supplicant of the Soul.

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