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Re: Here comes trouble « Result #1 Yesterday at 5:00pm »
He kept looking at her, but he couldn't help it. The whole trip to the club, he was expecting ears, a tail, even her face to be a cat's at random... For her to.... He shook himself and kept walking. it was still Shi, she just had a new... side to her. He couldn't complain too much, he had yet to tell her his little secret, but with last night's events... he didn't have time.
He slipped into the club with her, following silently. That feeling was back again, a feeling that something was going to happen. He had tried to warn Shi about it earlier, but she was so intent on talking to Maria that she wouldn't hear it. Regardless, it kept circling in his head: Stop the fire.
He couldn't imagine what it meant, but he still waited, he looked out at the club, his eyes scanning the room before settling on the two men that looked like brothers, and his vision narrowed.
the feeling of fire was strong as he looked at them, and he could just... feel, that the fire would begin with those two. One looked up at him and Shi, and he forced himself to look away. They would need to be watched. Why, though, he couldn't say.
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Re: Home Sweet Home « Result #2 Yesterday at 4:53pm »
his nostrils flared as she walked away. there was something different about her. something predatory... something dangerous...
he liked it.
Her asking if he was coming made him get up and shed off his clothes to the waist, before entering the bathroom. He smiled crookedly at her. "well, since ya asked so nicely."
He slid his hands onto her shoulders and rubbed his thumbs in small circles, staring for a moment at the corset and coming to the conclusion that these were designed as male chastity devices too. He ran his fingers down her back, over the corset, and began slowly undoing it, working so he didn't squeeze her in it tight, and making sure his fingers didn't get tangled in it either. When it was undone, he helped her slide out of it, and found himself staring at her, speechless.
She was beautiful, truly beautiful. perfect flesh, perfect curves. everything he wanted in a girl... He slid his hands around her sides, encompassing her in his arms, his forearms resting lightly on her belly. He dipped his head and began kissing her lightly on the neck and shoulder as his hands slid down and began undoing her pants, taking the greatest of care to ease his fingers between fabric and flesh, to slide the form-fitting material over her hips, and letting it pool, ever so slowly at her feet.
His hands slid away from her and he worked his way out of his own pants, kicking them off from his foot. He couldn't really hide his reaction to her nude form, so he didn't try, but oh how he blushed. He coughed a little and eased his way around her, the slightest brush of her skin against him now causing his body to surge, the need to just take her almost overpowering, but he managed to get into the shower and start the water, letting it heat to steaming before stepping under the stream and letting it cascade over his skin. he cocked his head to the side and held out his hand to her.
"if you want me to wash you, you best get in here..."
Re: Here comes trouble « Result #3 on Dec 11, 2009, 11:31pm »
Waking up today had been interesting...The whole night had been...interesting. Shi ran her hand over the steam clouded mirror of the bathroom, looking at her dew splattered reflection she peered closely at her face. Curling the edge of the towel over its self she tied it around herself and set her hands on the sink counter, leaning close to her reflection she looked. She didn't look any different. She should look different, but no. No physical changes...well, none right now. Shi shook her head; what a cock up.
Running her brush through her wet hair she pulled it back into a ponytail. There had always been family secrets; from the moment she first realized there was a world outside of her nursery she had known there were things that just were not spoken of aloud. Hell, the fact that her father was The Father was odd in and of its self. The Triad survived by organizing in cells, disconnected from each other, with no one over-riding figure of authority; until her father. She had just figured he had risen to the position because of his abilities. Shi snorted, well, that was exactly what he had done; just not in the criminal master mind she had assumed.
The fucker. She took the towel off and slung it over a towel rack. He could have warned her, could have had some sort of coming of age discussion, but no. That's not proper. That not tradition. Maybe she had become too Americanized; there were certain things that men did speak of to women, especially their daughters, but he could have warned her! Shi glared at her refection as she pulled a dark gray baby-doll shirt over her head. He could have at least hinted at....She snorted and pulled her jeans on. Whatever. There were other things to worry about...like when he got here.
She didn't look forward to the visit and she didn't think Travis was going to like it either. Her cheeks heated in a fresh blush of embarrassment. God, of all the reasons for him to come to visit and the cause of that visit...Now that her initial anger of the moment had dissipated, she was almost mortified by what happened. She'd never had any preconceptions about how loosing her virginity would be, no exceptions of something all romantic and being The Moment. If her life had not been so busy she'd probably would have lost it earlier, but when she lead a gang that is in a near constant war with another, well, she just hadn't found the time to do it.
The heat of her blush spread further and she took a deep breath, “Keep your emotions in check, Boahan, they are a trigger for this.” was what her father had said. Twice in one night had was more than enough for Shi to remember what it felt like when the change was coming. Yes, twice in one night, she remembered what had happened last night with Maria and the stranger.
That heat spread farther as her emotions leaped into a furious anger. She raised her hands to her face as she sat on the toilet seat, pressing her fingers into her eyes, she tried to press the anger away, choke down that heat. Refusing to allow it burn her flesh. Tonight she was quitting her job; Maria could get slap somebody else around in front of strangers. Shi was not going to play a game of being somebodies bitch.
Slowly, she pulled her hands down her face with a deep breath as she looked up at the ceiling. Her father would be here later this evening; she just had to stay in control of this thing until then. She reached for the black boots sitting in front of the sink counter and pulled them on, pulling the pants of her jeans over the top of the knee high lace up throat of the boats. Standing, she moved out of the bathroom, Travis should be ready to leave.
~~~
On the way to the club she had studied her hands, probing at the faintly pink scarring in the palms. It had not been a full 24 hours since she had caused the wounds to herself, and yet they were healed. Still tender to the touch, but healed none the less. Maybe there was some benefits to this. She lead them around the back of the club, taking in the back employee entrance. Shi wanted nothing to do with the crowds in the front of the club, wanted really nothing to do with the crowds inside, but it was unavoidable. Until Maria decided to grace the public with her presence it was going to be impossible to get to see her.
Shi navigated the people, pushing the few who wouldn't move fast enough out of her way, on her way to the bar and too Alex. He looked at her after a moment, almost as if he was surprised she was so dressed down, “What's up Shi?”
Ignoring the question, Shi looked around the crowd as if she could see through bodies to sight Maria, “ Tell Maria she can get fucked and that I'd like to talk with her.”
Re: Home Sweet Home « Result #4 on Dec 11, 2009, 1:10pm »
Shi looked at the TV as he flicked it on, frowning slightly at the weatherman. She definitely didn't remember any storms on her way home....didn't actually remember anything from her way home, but since she was not soaking wet; it was safe to assume she hadn't encountered the odd thunderstorms. Damn weird shit going on to night, terrorists?, “Why would terrorists attack here? We're nothing special, no national monuments, government facilities, and why would they bomb a Lowes Warehouse? An apartment building? Makes no sense; this city is getting weirder and weirder.”
Travis asked for a light and she looked back at him just as the lamp flicked on. She looked from the lamp back to him, brow arched as she turned her head to see if maybe somebody else was in her home. It wouldn't be surprising; she frequently had unexpected guests, Skulls who needed a place to stay or to party, or just a simple friends who made her home theirs. Her home was a meeting grounds for her people, and while the door was frequently locked, just about everybody knew where the spare keys was.
She turned her head the other way, knowing nobody else was in the house, but checking to just be sure as Travis spoke. For a moment she was distracted as he spoke of claws, asking what she remembered. For a moment she remembered Maria grabbing her, a heat a fire the burned inside of her, and then that Voice, calming, soothing....Shi shook her head again as she looked down at the bandaging, “Not much. Showed up for work late so Maria was irritated, but had a quest. I think someone important; she invited the other woman upstairs, which she never does, and had me come with them. There was some secret door that we waited for Maria to open, when it did I walked through it and...”
Shi shrugged and looked at him, “I was here.”
She bit her lip and looked back to the lamp that had magically turned it's self on then looked back to him. Flexing her fingers a bit, they were stiff from the swelling of the wounds and painful to move. Shi stood up, “This has been a fucked night, even if I can't remember the past hour. I'm gonna take a shower and maybe I'll remember what went on...”
She looked at the lamp once more, then dismissed it. Just another fun part of living in this fucked up city. Looking back to him and his own dirty appearance; the corners of her lips curled into a smile, “You need a shower too.”
Turning, she headed down the short hall and went into the bathroom. Shi turned on the light with the back of her hand then looked at the shower door. Pulling it open wasn't going to be a pleasant experience, and since Travis had just bandaged her hands, it probably wasn't the best idea to get them wet...but for some reason Shi felt tainted, as if she was in some subtle way covered in filth from events she couldn't remember. She eyed the shower door and then grabbed her hair brush from the sink counter, slipping it's handle through the shower door handle. With her wrists placed behind it, she pulled the door open with a smile of triumph and used the back of her hands to turn the shower levers and start the water.
Immediately her hand went to the ties of the corset to untie them only to have her hands cramp with the pain. It was surprising how much one took their own hands for granted. A fact that can only be realized when one no longer is able to use them. Shi winced and lowered her hands with a deep breath before she called to Travis, “You coming? I can't get out of these clothes on my own.”
Re: Here comes trouble « Result #5 on Dec 11, 2009, 6:19am »
The place positively reeked of Maria. So sanitary, so clean, so... cold. Being with Jake had taught him to appreciate the beauty of the natural world, and Maria's was so... artificial.
He was absorbed in looking at this sanitary club, lost in memories, when Jake came back with the bottle and glass. He didn't even consider using the glass as he took a swig straight from the bottle and followed Jake to the table. He snapped back to the present when Jake asked his question, though.
"Someone I used to know had tastes like this club. For a minute I thought she may be the owner, but I don't see her dirtying her pristine little hands on something like this. She likes control, order, and a club is too chaotic. She'd run some accounting firm or something."
Taking another drink from the bottle, he felt it move through his digestive tract. Forcing his body to do what he wanted, he separated the alcohol from the rest of the liquid and kept it stored separate. He didn't come here to get drunk, he had work to do. thinking about that, he didn't register that he had upended the bottle and was gulping the contents, with Jake, and a few others in the bar, staring openly at him.
He pretended to choke and pulled the bottle away from his lips with a feigned gasp, his body wouldn't even let the alcohol vapors escape, but he willed some out for theatrics sake.
it had been almost 24 hours since the invasion on his apartment and the resulting explosion, and to his knowledge, they were not followed. they had spent the day scouting the area, seeing the potential entrances and exits, and before entering, had very calmly made sure that the only way out of the building before they came in was the front door.
He followed Jake's example, pouring some into the glass this time and sitting there, drinking it. Properly dispersed, the alcohol in one bottle of the whiskey should be enough to do what he had intended. but for now, he had to make the image of just a guy coming in to get drunk with his, how was it that Jake put it? His brother.
He smiled a little. Jake was the most precious thing in his life, and a brother he was anything but.
"I was told to wait a little longer. there supposed to be some people here that aren't yet. so we'll be patient. I was told the owner is always here, so we don't have to worry about them."
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Here comes trouble « Result #6 on Dec 11, 2009, 6:04am »
It took them forever to get through the line at the door. He didn't mind, though. it gave him a chance to take in the people, smell the air, and like he usually did. flirt. Girls seemed to like him, but they were never his thing. He had always been different, his own pack branded him Metis, even though his Father had been human. but then again, being gay wasn't necessarily conducive to having children. It was ok, though. he had a cute guy he could call his, even if he did keep a lot of secrets, but he figured if Xerxes wanted him to know, he would tell him.
When they got to the front of the line, Jake busied himself with flirting with the bouncer. Cute, but with as much personality as a brick wall, and built like one too. Seems the owner of this club liked their security. When they finally were allowed in, then took it in stride. wasn't too long of a wait, and Xerxes never seemed to be bored just standing around, but then again, he'd seen the guy lay for hours, not moving, barely breathing, waiting for a single target.
White. Everywhere they looked was white. it felt so clean, so... sanitary. Uninterrupted spans of sterility, broken up only by the black napkins lying under the drinks in front of the patrons. He turned and saw Xerxes twitch at all of it. Very little caused that kind of reaction in him, and it made him curious. He decided to ask after he got them a drink. He'd tried to get Xerxes drunk once, but the boy burned up alcohol faster than a Garou. He figured he'd have to try harder, with something stronger. striding up to the bar, he turned back to Xerxes to give him a sidelong, crooked grin before pulling a wad of large bills out of his pocket, and spreading it out on the counter for the bartender to see.
"Irish whiskey, strong as you got. two bottles of it. biggest ones you got. my..." He grinned again."brother, and I want to have to be carried outta here."
He didn't mention that it may be the paramedics or police that would be carrying them out, but when he got the bottles, and a couple of glasses as a courtesy, he brought it back to Xerxes and handed him one of each, cracking his own bottle open and started to take a swig straight from the bottle before he stopped, looked around, and politely poured some into his glass. He took a drink from that as he wandered with the little man to a table.
"I ain't ever seen ya twitch before, little man, what's got under your skin?"
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Re: Home Sweet Home « Result #7 on Dec 11, 2009, 5:35am »
He laughed a little. "Yeah. I could just see that on a resume. 'Disagreement with Superiors, killed them.'"
He grabbed the remote for the TV and turned it on, switching to the news, in the middle of the weather, talking about an unusual curve in the jet stream that deposited severe, isolated thunderstorms in the city. As he turned back, beginning to unroll the gauze and gently taking one of Shi's hands into his, the newscasters began speaking about an update on the multiple terrorist attacks in the city, with footage of the explosions.
He frowned at her hand in the flickering light of the TV. the cuts were deep, like she had been sliced with claws. Something tickled the back of his brain as he saw the blood on her fingertips too.
"I think I'm gonna need some more light for this."
The lamp beside her suddenly flicked on, but he was focused down at her hand.
"thanks. You know, if I didn't know better, I think you'd done this to yourself, but the cuts would be crossways if it was you nails. Unless you grew claws or something."
He began slowly wrapping the gauze around her hand, not sure how deep the cuts were, he didn't want to put any ointment on them and risk it getting in her.
"too bad you messed up your hands, dunno how long it'll be before you can hold a gun again. These look pretty bad. What's the last thing you remember?"
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Re: Kindred Law - Elyisum (Open to all Kindred) « Result #8 on Dec 11, 2009, 1:02am »
He never really liked being at these meetings. the other Primogens made him... uneasy. So much subterfuge and too many agendas. He preferred nature, there everything was just so... honest. It was how he preferred to live.
He sat there, quietly listening to the others speak, then the mad prophet flopped down beside him. His words made him unconsciously slip his hand inside his coat to touch his tail that he had curled around his waist. He preferred sitting on the ground, or on stools that had no backs. in his club, and his private areas, all of his chairs had backs to put his tail through, but here, in Elysium, all of them were closed. His tail was no secret, the price he paid for losing control once, and he had gathered that the oily Marcus had something to do with the sterile, emotionless decorum. It wasn't his place to be angry, but to simply attend what was required, then return to his duties. Turning to Ethan, he smiled. He was being talked to, so it was simply polite to respond to him. Sliding his coat aside to reveal the extra appendage, if only to satisfy the prophet's curiosity.
"yes, I do have a tail, it's long, black, and like a wolf's. It's my totem animal, so it seems only right that I should have part of it's form, even if it is as a reminder."
He turned his attention to the rest of them, since he had spoken, they would likely want him to put in his opinion. He didn't like this formality, all these meetings. But they were the only way to influence the changes that he sought himself. Changes he was very open about, and had taken this position for. this, unfortunately, wasn't one of those meetings, but still...
"Have we ever considered... negotiating with the Sabbat? It's a strange idea, but except for those that are truly depraved, there may be some who would be willing to operate with a bit more tact. At the same time, I think Blanca has a good point. I hate killing, and it looks like he might be useful for the reasons she said. Why so casually throw away his life when he still can serve a purpose?"
Re: Black Nights of a White Club « Result #9 on Dec 8, 2009, 12:50am »
Nefertiti looked at Maria with an unreadable expression when Badu mentioned family. It was only in the loosest sense could they ever be considered family, but if that was the guise Maria had chosen. Her brown eyes went back Badu, studying the length of the woman as she spoke about the Technocracy. Nefertiti walked around the table, discerning where Maria would place a first aid kit, she open a small side cabinet and pulled one out as if she had known where it was to begin with.
“A world wide black operation with it's fingers in every governmental pie it can back, and it would not antagonize you, ma'am?” Nefertit pushed Winds leg aside with the first aid kit and pulled a chair up as her dirty fingers worked the clasps of the kit. She sat as the kit clicked open and she started unclasping the empty gun holsters that adorned her shoulders. Pulling the canvas and leather holsters off, she set them on the floor next to the M-16, attempting to limit the spread of filth for Maria sake as she removed her shirt.
A hand twisted behind her back undid the bra and she sat partially nude in the chair; her pale skin dirt and blood smeared, bullet holes riddling her torso, with brackish purple bruising surrounding the holes. Nefertit laid the shirt and bra across a knee, completely ignorant as to idea that the stranger may be uncomfortable with her partial nudity, as she pulled a packaged forceps and gauze from the kit. Her teeth ripped open the package and she leaned back in the chair, inserting the the tips of the forceps into a hole that entered just below her sternum. A small droplet of blood formed at the hole as the forceps tore some of the clotting.
She had expended her reserves of energy this night in getting herself here with Wind, and did have enough left to heal as normal; too much of a risk of her body shutting it's self down to conserve what little energy was left for brain function and health. Nefertiti watched the woman study Wind without much concern while pain impulses traveled up her nerves, registering in her brain, as she pulled the slug out and put it on a gauze. The fingers of her other hand rolled a piece of gauze into a small tube and slid it into the hole as more blood began.
“Maria, I need adrenaline if you have some before you finish preping Wind.” Nefertiti slid down the chair, nearly lying vertically on it, as she slid the forceps into a stomach wound. She nicked the stomach lining, causing a small trickle of bile to run out of the hole as she dug for the second slug. Eyes closed, she didn't catch the woman full show of molestation of Wind, and really didn't care what the woman had to say as she spoke.
Nefertiti lips curled slightly as the tips of the forceps grazed the slug, pushing it down into a crease of the intestines. She pulled the forceps out and wiped them off with a gauze; the bile was making them too slick to get the right angel on grabbing the bullet. A brow arched at the woman, as she spoke of the two of having a discussion about...something. Her gaze flicked to Maria in question before the forceps finally grasped the bullet and she pulled the piece of lead out with a soft wet pop.
“It is called The Quiet, and it has more to do than with balance, miss. Balance is a highly misleading descriptor. While I appreciate your attempt to educate, if you cannot do so factually, do not do so at all as you wasting both our time and yours with wasted breath.” Nefertiti sat more normally on the chair as she rolled another piece of gauze and stuck it into the now empty but weeping wound. Her voice had not been harsh, nor menacing, nor really anything. It wasn't even an voice deliberately absent of emotion, it was simply a voice, noninflected and unconcerned.
“Your judgment of Maria and her mental facilities make me doubt your own, ma'am. She is equipped perfectly for her intended purpose of computer and technological warfare. A purpose that is highly valuable; in war there is no room for emotional connection to the data being processed, only that it can be processed factually, efficiently, and quickly. All of which Maria can do better than both of us so long as the data is imputed correctly, much like a computer.” Nefertiti looked up at Badu, “As is said in the computer world; if you put garbage into the code you will get garbage out. If you believe your mental advancement is so far a head of her's then you would recognize the predictable patterns of her interactions and make the correct deduction. Maria has the mind of a computer, if you give her bullshit you will get bullshit back.”
It was the dead eyes of an animal that looked back at Badu; there was no connection to an emotional state to be made there with the biogene, because the biogene had no emotions to key on. None we displayed in her voice, and her words that could have been taken as a direct rebuke to Badu's harsh judgments....Could not be taken as venomous, she was not emotionally attached her words, the ideas expressed, or the statements made.
Nefertiti reached to the kit and pulled antiseptic from it, and began covering the remaining wounds, “I would say Maria's only interest in you is to understand how you fit into the battle field. I'm sure you have a needless emotional attachment to what you are and your status; we however do not. You are piece on a chess board and we must only know what moves you can make. I do not care if you are the last daughter of Eve herself with a rich history of life experiences, I only care if I will have to kill to complete my goal. Since the Technocracy will have no urge to engage you, then you do not stand in my way.”
She looked at Maria then back to the woman. Nefertiti stood up, shorter than all three of the other women in this room, and pulled her shirt back on as she threw away the bullets, “If Maria wishes me to build a profile of you, then I shall, and I will not need your permission to do so. Maria's area of expertise is technological, mine is the biological. As every biological creature: you will have a place of shelter, a food supply, a hobby, a form of income to purchase a suit that is very expensive.”
Nefertiti cocked her had at Badu, those dead brown eyes direct and unwavering, “You have a sensitive sense of smell, sensitive enough that even as an attractive woman who takes enough pride to spend a fortune on a suit, will not wear perfume to complete the appearance nor use a high quality shampoo since they all are heavily scented. Your skin is exceptionally smooth, much too smooth for dermatological procedures to explain. You don't blink enough to moisten your eyes adequately, nor breath on a fast enough basis to avoid collapse for a woman of your size an oxygen needs. These facts point to the following: you are not human, you are not a were-creature, you are not a mage, that leaves only one other thing of which I still do not care because you are not a factor in my goal.”
Her head straightened up as she pulled on her gun holsters, snapping them into place, “A woman of your intelligence should not become so engrossed in your activities that you slip in such a fashion. Humans may be fooled, but I am not human, and studying biological's and how they fit into the battle field is my purpose.”
Nefertiti looked at Maria, “We need to get her stablized and secluded someplace safe.” She looked back to Badu, “I believe we are done here, ma'am. I have more pressing matters than you and will build a profile at a later date.”
She slid the chair back into it's appropriate place and returned to the table, picking up the rifle and re-slinging, “Oh, and if you presume that you will be able to smell me coming. Do not. I can change my physical appearance, scent and DNA to any that I choose. Have a goodnight and be careful going home.”
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Re: Kindred Law - Elyisum (Open to all Kindred) « Result #10 on Dec 7, 2009, 1:26am »
He went back to gnawing on the table as Blanca stood up. Crazy git, that one. Snoggable, if he could bother to get it up, but crazy like the English. Were the English crazy? He couldn't remember, but it sound good in his head. The voices agreed it sounded good. So, they agreed the English were crazy and made notes to have a memo put out about it. What was he talking about? The English. No, the wolves...wait....He stopped gnawing on the table and sat up, pulling a splinter from his lips to pick the other splinters out of his teeth with. His brows drew down, had he been talkin or had he been thinkin? Had he been doin both? A brow arched at that thought, or did he say it? This wasn't good. Anytime he couldn't remember if he was talkin or thinkin made him getting a soddin headache...His dark blue eyes flicked around the room; Blanca was waggin her chin at the Prince still. Christ, the twit never shut up sometimes. The Torrie looked at him oddly, fuck the totty and all his foofoo makeup....Guess he had been talking out loud, the Tremere looked like uncomfortable sitting next to him.
Ethan bent back to the table and started chewing again. Twitching up when a voice spoke, and it wasn't the normal ones who sang his mums lulibyes in the mornin. Paranoia set in as he looked around, his movement twitchy and sudden as sought to find the owners voice. Had to make sure it was just in his head with the others. It was such a cock-up when they escaped out of his head, made things go all fuzzy like he was drunk...Maybe he was drunk. Was just passed out on some street fuckin pissed out of his gourd and imagining the past hundred years or so. THWAP!
“Hey!” Ethan rubbed the back of his head and looked around to see the Tremere glaring at him a book in hand, raised for another strike. “There be no call for violence. It's not like it's gonna talk to you. I be drunk anyways so it don't matter even if it did talk to you, cause you be nothing but lagers.”
The Tremere leaned in close, “You're not drunk, your mad, now stop chewing on the damn table you're making a mess on the floor.”
Ethan looked at the floor, and squiggled his boot through the drool puddle with a shrug, “Proves I be sloshed, only a git really shitfaced could drool like that.”
THWAP! Ethan twitched and rubbed his head again, “Stop fuckin hittin me!”
The Tremere hissed, “Stop yelling, you're making a scene of yourself.”
Ethan hissed back at the Tremere, just flying spittle and splinters going every where. The Tremere eye's closed in the face of the bodily fluids and wood. He grined when the Tremere's eyes opened again, and bent down with exaggerated slowness. His mouth opening very wide as it neared the table edge. The Tremere's book arched higher in the air as he went lower. Almost with one mind; Ethan took a monstrous size bite out of the table at the same time the Tremere beaned him on the side of the face with the book with an even louder smack than the two other times. Ethan grunted but came up with a mouth full of oak, chewing loudly with sickening crunches as the Tremere glared.
The room was silent to the chewing of Ethan and the glaring of the Tremere. Ethan stood up with sudden affront, “You be about as civilized as my dog, bet you don't taste half as good as he did though!”
Ethan grabbed, well, he didn't grab anything from in front of him, though he reached for things that didn't belong to him. Taking half the Tremere's items, and good portion of Blancas, with a dramatic huff as he moved away from the table a plopped down next to the Gangrel Primogen. The pilfered items flopped onto the table as he sat down as he looked at the Indian, “At least you be an animal, gots yourself a tail I've seen it...well, Other have seen it, showed me what they saw they did.”
Ethan tapped his temple, “Right up here be the words of their show. Just like a teleprompter they be, they fly into the sky like a picture movie.”
Ethan nodded to himself as he picked up one of the Tremere's books and opened it, flicking through the pages, “Not like that git, be pretending he be all magical with his books. Twatting people, that's what they really do with them books. Twat them right in the squishy gray stuff. Not like your tail. No twatting with that thing.”
Ethan looked up from the writing he couldn't read, “Unless they be arse sized, guess you could twat them then. I could think up better thing to do with an arse sized bloke though than be twatting them with a tail. Mission Impossible stuff.”
His brows drew down, “Wait...what I be talkin about?”
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