(1604)Two Gangrels and a Mehket

[Alessandra]

So it seemed like clothes were going to continue to be the topic of choice. While she could talk about it for a few minutes, she was quickly growing bored of it.

Turning her eyes to her new cousin, "So where you from Caleb?" she asks, curious about him.

A grin is flashed to Alice, "Maybe you'd like to join us when we going out shopping? Seems Brittany is going to find me something 'cute' to wear." she offers the Haunt with a laugh. Alice was still a mystery to her, maybe inviting her to join them would allow Ale to get to know her. She wasn't usually the friendly, group shopping trip type, but if that's what it took to learn who was who and who she could call and use when needed was important.

[Cabochard]

Caleb looks down at his clothes. He hadn't really thought about it when he put his clothes on, he'd just tossed on a worn jacket, a blank t-shirt, and jeans. All of it was in used-but-tough condition - the kind of clothes he liked to use for when he was moving from place to place. In fact, these were the exact clothes he'd been wearing for the past few weeks of travel, unchanged, since he usually sent his possessions on to the next city and just sank into the ground when he needed to sleep. "My clothes mean I haven't settled down yet, and I still haven't unpacked my other clothes. Or, maybe, I decided to put on clothes I can fight in, in case this place didn't turn out as friendly as I was told it was."

The other person in the conversation spoke, and for the first time, Caleb put most of his attention on Alice. He almost wanted to hiss at her looks. She barely looked real, or at least made by the world. It disgusted him, and it scared him a little. She looked engineered, and that would help her hide her feelings, or her intentions. At least, the pale creature hadn't addressed him, and he was free to move his attention.

Alessandra's question caught him off-guard. The Acolyte wasn't used to people asking him where he was from - it seemed a question that never came up. "In my mortal life, I was from Tulsa. But, since falling to our state, I've moved around too much to be from any one place. And yourself?"

[David Silver]

"Very smart Mr. Fischer, very smart." David nods at Caleb's declaration for fighting wear. Many were the domains were a itinerant Crone was killed as a matter of course. It also meant that he was capable, or at least, confident in his ability to fight.

While david would like to take caleb aside and discuss with him further the crone, his beliefs, and get him integrated into the city, that was a conversation that would require more privacy. Until then, he listens to the others, taking note of the pale girl. He is rebuffed by her, but instead relies on his patience. Perhaps she did not hear him. THere is no reason to take it as a personal slight. And yet the beast growls still in his ear.

[Alice Hart]

"I have been meaning to go shopping for a while, but if it's going to be me alone, I'd do it online. So yes. I'd very much like to join you two." Alice's too wide smile makes an appearance, "And yes, I think we'd have to do something else, instead of just picking out cloths...I don't know what though."

It was harder to plan girl's nights when you're a vampire. When she'd imagined outings like this as a mortal, they could go out to dinner in their new snazzy cloths, "A movie or something?" Alice asks, before a wonderful thought comes to mind. Especially considering the two other ladies, are gangrel. "Hey I know! I've started learning parkour. How 'bout we do something with that?"

Alice looks at the newest gangrel with her unreal amethysts, it seemed they answered problem in an entirely different manner. "Cloths to fight in Mister Fischer? Whenever I found a place that wasn't to kind to me, I needed cloths to run in!"

[Alessandra]

Ale chuckles, just 30 seconds? She wondered if Brittany was hiding how much time she really spent. She then nods, “Yeah, I don’t think I can handle shopping for clothes all night. Maybe guns or something like that, but not clothes.” Clothes were just a necessary evil. “But I’m sure the guys don’t care to talk about clothes.” She says with a laugh.

“Clothes you can easily fight in if needed is wise.” She agreed. Then again, she wasn’t sure if she could fight in this dress or not. She quickly looks down and shrugs. Meh, she’d tear it if she had to, no worries.

She was used to be asking where she was from, “Italy…. Florence specifically. Though my family is Sicilian.” She was getting better about not letting as much Italian slip into regular conversation. But she missed full convos in her native tongue. Perhaps she could call Twist one night? Worth a try.

Ale looks to the Haunt with a puzzled face, “Parkour?” she asked, and quite sure with her thick accent she butchered the word. “Not sure I’m familiar with that.” Was it a fighting style? Cause she’d def be down for that.

“Running?!” the word amused her. “Never learned to fight or defend yourself? Cause we can help you with that if you ever want.” She says with a nod to Brittany. “Everyone should know some basic self-defense.” Someone, hell, a Kindred, running?! Was that even a thing? “Of course that offer extends to everyone here.” Dark eyes move from David to Caleb. Offering self-defense to them seemed like a good idea. Of course no family secrets would be divulged, except to Caleb. But that depended on a few things.

[Cabochard]

Caleb acknowledges Silver's compliment with a nod and a "Thank you." Then, his attention is immediately shifted to the pale girl he had been so pleased to look away from before. It didn't surprise him that she apparently preferred running to fighting, with all that work done. Not that he was opposed to running, really. There's a fine line between bravery and stupidity, and Caleb rarely chose to cross it. "I'll run if I can and I have to. But, running only works if you can outpace whatever's chasing you, which, with our kind, is never guaranteed."

"Italy?" Florence and Sicily held no meaning to Caleb - cities probably. "Much farther to travel than me, definitely." Caleb smiles widely at Alessandra. "And, of course, I wouldn't say no to some more self-defense training. I think I can handle myself, but there's always room for more." Especially given most of his combat training so far relied on his bare hands, in the style of the Beast.

[Alice Hart]

"I'm not saying that I don't know how to kick a guy in the nads if I have to...I'm just way better at the flight part of flight or fight." Alice shrugs, she knows she's somewhat of a deviation in the asskickery realms that Kindred dwell. "But...yeah sure. Learning how to kick ass would be fun...and useful." her lips pull into a smirk.

Embarrassed, Alice ducks behind her hair, "Oh. Sorry, Alessandra. I'm just used to being the one not knowing...everything that I sorta assume that everyone else knows way the heck more then I do." She peaks out from the curtain of her ghostly hair, "But yeah it's exactly like what Brittany's said."

"Italy? Cool. This is the farthest away from home I've every been. Was uh-born in Canada." She explains, remembering that in this group, only Brittany know she hailed from the great white north.

Then the albino haunt frowned internally. Wondering how she could draw the serene shadow back into this conversation, or at least conversing with her. Since it'd worked in the past, Alice asks the first thing that comes to mind. And bonus, it's something that she'd been wanting to know more about, ever since that ringing resonance during the first lecture Gliroy had given about the Lancea Sanctum. "So-ah Circle of the Crone eh? What that's like?" Then she realized that she was standing with two acolytes, and three, including herself, unaligned...whoops. But there was a part of Alice that wondered just how this conversation would go.

[Konrad Roth]

Konrad seems to be distracted as he approaches, his head twisted to glance over his shoulder as he slowly nears his cousins speaking with the token Shadow and Haunt. His gaze flickers over a woman talking with the Prince curiously before his head centers again and he regards the group before him.

"Evening, folks. Ale, Brittany, Caleb. Alice." He pauses and gives the doll a friendly wink. He looks to the unfamiliar bearded man a moment. "Hi. Konrad Roth, Gangrel Priscus. Nice to meet you," he says casually, as if to get his introduction out of the way.

"Sorry to interrupt. I just wanted a word with my Whip, if that's alright." His gaze settles on Alessandra with a smirk that could mean anything. "I see you've met Caleb here. Evening going well?" he starts with some small talk.