Fantasy Vampires of the City

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It was just past six o'clock at night when the sun began to set on the brisk fall day of Thursday, October 29th. In New York City, the streets were never really quiet, but that was especially true during rush hour like this. Commuters were trickling out of work and packing the midtown areas where the major transit stops were, that would then ship them back out to the tristate area that they came from. The other areas of the city still had some life to them, but things typically felt less chaotic as night set in. Locals would get a bite to eat, run some errands, and get ready for bed. Most locals would, that is. A tiny, tiny, tiny subset of the city thrived when the sunset in ways that simple human night owls couldn't understand. Vampires. There were enough lapis lazuli gemstones by now in most of the clans to allow many of the members to exist in sunlight among mortals, but even those protected through that could still appreciate the natural comfort that came with nightfall. Tonight, comfort wasn't on the agenda.

With the passing of Marcos, the Lucinius clan leader, and beloved mayor of New York City, things had been anything but comfortable among the remaining vampires. The death of a vampire was quite rare, and one as powerful and respected as Marcos made it all the more difficult to fathom. Two weeks had passed since he was laid to rest, and the vampires from around the world who had come to mourn him alongside his human fans had come and gone, leaving the vampires of New York to pick up the remaining pieces.

Our story begins here, at the Lucinius compound, a decadent mansion set in the Upper East Side. Some of the vampires of the Lucinius, Ventari, and Abarra clans of New York have agreed to attend an emergency Council Meeting to discuss what happened, see who knows what, and figure out where to go from here. Who was the last person to have seen Marcos? Where do suspicions lie? Will alliances be formed in an attempt to catch the killer, or will differences allow a species, and maybe even clans, to turn their backs on each other?

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Alexandre's day had been... well, just another day. He was beginning to feel the way that he did every time it was time for a change. Compared to some of the other vampires, Lex was still quite young. He had existed for a little bit over 300 years by now, but it felt like it was a lot longer than that. Perhaps it was because of how quickly each of his "lives" ended, here in the human world. The power of immortality was a blessing and a curse, with the curse part mostly relating to how it had the potential to create skepticism in a community aging around you. It was hard to stay in one place for too long simply because of that, but Marcos had insisted that they would make it work here in New York for longer than they had the last places. New York was a big city, and even after taking on such a high-profile role as mayor, he was convinced that they could eventually fade out of that spotlight and reappear under something new a few years later. Lex hadn't ever been particularly concerned about the technical details, mostly because he hadn't needed to. With clan members like Marcos and Theo, things were always under control. Lex never had to worry. He could sit back and do as he pleased; attend colleges, grow successfully in a variety of professional spheres, learn new things. Though he wouldn't have rejected more responsibility necessarily, he had grown comfortable with not having to think too much about the responsibility of the clan.

Well, Josie had disrupted that a little bit, but Lex knew that he could only blame himself for that. He had let himself slip one night about six months ago and turned the human for reasons related to his own self-pleasure. He knew that he should have left her to die and falling prey to his innate desire to drain her blood nearly completely, but he hadn't. He had violated the clan's rules and trust by turning a human so brazenly and with no warning, and it certainly had caused a bit of a rift when it initially happened. Things had smoothed over now for the most part, but Josie was still a new vampire, and since Lex had turned her, he was expected to clean up the messes that she caused (though it was likely that he still would turn to Theo if it was a mess too big for him to handle himself). Even with Josie forced under his wing by his own slip up, Lex had still had a fairly consistent and easy life.

Marcos' death was destined to change that. Most importantly, the death devastated him. Marcos acted like a father figure to Lex, but this felt worse than losing a father. This was a father that he had known for nearly 300 years. The unexpected nature of it, topped with the knowledge of how brutally painful it had to have been to have died made it all the more worse. Maybe the worst part of all though, was not knowing who did it. Lex would have been lying if he claimed that he wasn't side eyeing a few of the vampires in town after the death. He refused to believe that any human walking the planet could kill a vampire. In his opinion, it had to have been one of them, or one of their clan members who lived outside of New York, who had been ordered to carry out the kill by someone in town. Who the suspects in his mind were was a concept that wasn't solid enough to be important enough yet, but it was there. Now that the immediate grieving period was beginning to subside, their clan had to pick themselves off the ground and get it together. There was a role to fill at the top of their pyramid, and Lex knew that he wasn't fit for it... but the idea of anyone taking the spot at all just felt wrong to him. That was why he had been comfortable with it being something that hadn't been discussed yet; change in this situation would rub him the wrong way no matter what path it took.

"Look at you, getting all dressed up for your first Council Meeting," Lex teased as he stepped out into the hallway to see her doing just the same from down the hall. She wasn't wearing anything remarkable enough to warrant such a comment; he just wanted to make her feel a tad self-conscious just to be an ass. He himself was still dressed in the suit that he had worn to work today. It had taken him only five months (and a sizable investment) to rise to the position of partner and portfolio manager at one of the top hedge fund's in New York, but it wasn't something he would brag about. He had spent years owning hedge funds like this in "past" lives. Working for someone else wasn't impressive in his book, but it was something to pass the time for now. "Don't go embarrassing me now, alright?" he continued, still just being annoying on purpose, as he proceeded down the stairs until they reached the main level of their five story penthouse. Despite the chaos that Josie had caused (as he would claim, though more correctly, it was chaos that he caused), he had to admit that she did bring out a lighter side to him. She probably didn't always appreciate it, but it amused Lex and he enjoyed her presence whether he would admit that or not, regardless of how she acted towards him. "We leave that kind of nonsense for the Abarras."​

 

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The News of the mayor’s death had spread fast. Kamaria has been in her office within the Ventari Clan compound when she had been told the news. Frankly she had only been a little surprised but not at all moved. Kamaria was fully aware of that it was something that would happen eventually. However, she would admit that Marcos had a good run, and that he was both a fair and respectable leader.

Of course she had gone to the funeral even if it had been for appearances only. Kamaria hadn’t felt a drop of grief or even sadness, no instead her mind had been and was still teeming with ideas and plans. Things were changing now, there was a shift in the power dynamics, a free spot at the top of the heirarchy within their community. Being the cunning and ambitious woman that she was, she wouldn’t waste the opportunity. Kamaria would see that her clan claimed that seat for themselves.

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Kamaria lifted the champagne glass in her hand to her full lips, enjoying the taste of B- on her tongue. The taste fuller than the other types and more mellow on the taste buds, the type she was drinking had come from a diabetic which added a slight sweetness that she adored. Kamaria lounged on her private terrace as she waited for one of her clan members to let her know that her ride was ready.

As she enjoyed the view of the city around her Kamaria’s thoughts drifted to the council meeting. Before becoming the Ventari leader she had attended a few, as she preferred to be up to date with whatever was going on around her of course she missed a few of them here and there. However, after becoming the leader following the former one’s demise she attended every single one without fail, pushing aside the fact that being in their territory put her slightly on edge.

There was no doubt in her mind that things would get interesting, maybe even a little chaotic given the fact that the Abarra would be in attendance. Kamaria’s main concern was finding out who would take over Marco’s position as clan leader and if they had any plans on being mayor. Personally she wasn’t sure if she’d want to be mayor herself, the power that came with the position was certainly appealing though. Perhaps she could get one of her clan members to run. Of course they’d be a mere figurehead while Kamaria pulled the strings behind the scene. There were a number of individuals who would fit the role.

The sound of her elevator opening pulled her from her thoughts. Kamaria drained the rest of new glass while waiting for the other vampire to approach her. Once they stepped in front of her Kamaria looked up, smiling ever so slightly as she watched him. The vampire before her was one of her own creations. She had found him during her travels in 19th century Egypt. He had been an influential and powerful Mamluk before he was cut down during battle. Kamaria had been so impressed by his prowess that she had turned him. He was a man of few words but he made up for it in presence just as he had during his time alive.

“Nasir, you’ve returned. Tell me about your travels, did you enjoy your time in Spain?” Kamaria gracefully accepted the hand that had been offered to her as she spoke. The two of them left her room, chatting casually while they boarded the elevator and headed downstairs. Kamaria was greeted by the sight of her clan members scattered around the large common area. As she sauntered into the room with Nasir behind her, she greeted them with a smile here and a few words there.
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Himera had gone out of the compound earlier to take care of a shipment of AB negative coming in. This was the first shipment in a while that they were able to get in since the mayor kept badgering them on where they were sourcing from. When the murder happened, she didn't bother going to the funeral but did send flowers and a snide "Sorry for your loss" card to the wife. In reality, she believed that there should be no time spent being surprised or mournful. It was a time primed with opportunity, which explained the increased workload she had put herself through the last 2 weeks.

Finishing up the ledger, she shoots a text over to Ojore- "See you at the meeting?" and heads up to the lobby of the Black Veil. Donning an all-black attire she dressed in a low cut blouse and slim-fitting pants. Her employees were busy setting up for the night but still stopped greet their boss as she walked by. She then spots Dion was over by the bar taking stock of the liquor and makes her way over. Dion was her most loyal follower since she got started in the city. He was originally from Venice managing gambling houses before he joined up with her and helped establish the Black Veil and Leos Inc. Though he didn't care much about clans, he supported Himera's decision to get involved with the Abarra.

Dion turned from the bar and smiled at Himera walking up to him. He sets an old fashioned on top of the counter and slyly remarks,

"Thought you might need a drink before you go." He says before returning to the wall of liquor behind him. Himera takes the glass with a smile,

"I might need something stronger when I get back." She exclaims sarcastically while swirling the drink in her hand. Dion and Himera go back and forth about matters concerning the business before more time passes and Dion points at his own watch.

"You're going to be late at this rate, I got someone out front ready to drive you." Dion takes the rest of the drink out of her hands.

"You're always looking out for me Dee, I'll catch you later." Himera gathers herself before heading out to where a chauffeur awaited.

On the way there, she had one goal in mind concerning the meeting, set up a connection with the next would be mayor. It was no secret how Marcos was on her back all the time about her dealings and smuggling business. She needed someone that would look the other way or even better, be a patron. If the Abarra could take that position, it would make things easier. She had no doubt in her mind Ojore would be capable of doing so, if he expressed any interest in the position she would fully support his campaign.

For the Ventari, her and their leader Kamaria had shared a friendly past and although there is some current tension between them concerning the troubles Abarra gets into, she wouldn't be a big opponent to her businesses. Her main concern was a Lucinius drone taking over and becoming another Marcos. She couldn't care less about who committed the murder, only what the future of the community would hold for them.

Entering the main common area of the Lucinius compound, Himera looks around for a familiar face while trying not to get in the line of sight for any vengeance craved Lucinius that seek to bother her.

 

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Joséphine Cygne could never settle on her belief surrounding destiny. There were times in the past when she consoled herself in believing that things happened for a reason. Those times had always been seldom, though, as it always twisted her stomach to try and rationalize all she and her family had been through. It was a normal for her, though, so it could be easy to look pass. The past few years, though, really challenged where she stood. There couldn't be any logical reason behind why such terrible things happened to her family time after time after time. It was one thing after the other such that she didn't have any room to ponder if things happened for a reason. All of the events in her life coming one after the other dared her to even consider that there was a reason behind any of the madness. This past April, though, she had decided it really didn't matter because no matter what, her family was going to live lives of trauma and suffering. Thus, the best thing she could do was take control back from what seemed beyond her grasp and end her own life rather than succumb to a seemingly inevitable life of pain and loss. As if the past twenty-fives years hadn't been enough of a mockery to her desire for something better, being damned to a life of immortality the day she planned on killing herself set a new standard. Then she found her, once more, at the start of something she believed she had finally concluded. All she did nowadays was constantly ask why. She couldn't decide if it would be more painful for there to be a reason or not to be one.

The best way she could find to avoid such an endless existential cycle was to close herself off from this new world she had been forced into. If she could ignore it, she wouldn't have to ask the same question over and over again. There was that and the fact that her room felt to be her only safe haven. Given that she grew up in a home where everyone was stacked on top of each other, the spacious room she had now made it all the more easier to not go stir crazy so soon. To be fair, though, the days and nights bled into one another in the very beginning, and so she really had no sense of knowing how long she had been holed in her room. She would really only ever come out when she craved the outside air and snuck to the terrace, or when she was forced to. Tonight was certainly the latter. She and Lex bumped heads pretty consistently, and her attendance at tonight's meeting was only the most recent, but she rarely came out victorious. She knew it would be rude to skip the meeting, but she didn't care about that. Josie only felt some conflict because of the subject matter. She hadn't developed in semblance of a close relationship to Marcos, but living in the same house as him certainly made it difficult to not have any sort of regard for the guy. Her biggest hang up with tonight's meeting, therefore, wasn't to announce that she wasn't interested in being a part of their world. Instead, it was because she was a bit spooked at the idea of being around so many of them. Sure, she had survived the funeral, but she wasn't trying to make large groups of vampires a norm.

She sat in her room for a few minutes after getting ready, waiting to called out by Lex, simply because she didn't want to go downstairs by herself. When she stepped outside of her room to find him, she was relieved that it was him who had appeared at the same time did, but she didn't show it. Especially not after his comment that had her tugged at her clothes. She left a comfortable distance between them, just a step or so above where he was. She rolled her eyes at his request that she not act out. As if she really wanted to be there in the first place. If she was butting heads with Lex, she was usually giving him the cold shoulder. If this had been any other occasion, she would have just ignored him, but tonight she was nervous. "What does that mean?" she muttered under her breath, trying to conceal her unease. Six months into this new world was certainly enough time to learn about the clans and politics surrounding them, but Josie hadn't made it a point to get acquainted with that level of knowledge. She really wasn't interested in getting to know any of them on a personal level, but she did want to know enough to set her mind at ease. "Are there going to be a lot of peop--. Them," she corrected herself. These weren't people she was dealing with. "Are there going to be a lot of them?"​

 

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Approaching the pretty girl, his smile grew wider and his face softened. The handsome young man looked awfully inviting but in fact he hid malice beneath the facade. "Excuse me Mademoiselle, may I borrow a few minutes of your time?" he smiled, a light french accent was present. The woman looked up from her phone and was pleasantly surprised to see a good looking guy rather than a masked mugger. She giggled slightly at use of mademoiselle but nodded.

"I've just arrived in New York, the beautiful city it is, and was wondering where I could go to get a good meal?" Will continued, his smile holding steady. The girl listed off a few of her mortal feeding holes but William wasn't listening. His eyes had drifted down to her neck, he could hear the drumming in his ears of a fresh human heartbeat, the sound of blood rushing through her veins. When the girl was finished, William looked up. His eyes had seemingly glazed over and his expression was almost pitiful.

"I think I've made a decision," William whispered and lurched forward, grabbing the girl. Two pearly white fangs protruded form his mouth and sunk into the girls neck. A shrill scream came from her but was quickly silenced as she passed out. William lapped up the warm blood, enjoying the feeling of pure, unleaded power. The body slumped to the ground, pale faced and devoid of blood. Will stood up straight and wiped a small trickle of crimson blood from the corner of his mouth. William took one last look at the lifeless corpse before continuing his walk, as if nothing had happened.




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[div class=role]head of abarra[/div] [div class=image][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]To put it quite bluntly, Ojore wasn't looking forward to going to this meeting. He didn't mind the monthly Council Meetings that he, Kamaria, and Marcos had, partly because he was so used to them by now, and also because the things that they discussed were never that serious. They would talk business, the global atmosphere of their clans, politics, and how it all related to them. Within their clans here in New York, there were some issues here and there, but they weren't anything to worry about (though that was probably easy for him to say, since most of those "issues" came from members of his clan). Regardless, the meetings rarely came with tension that Ojore couldn't handle. He was walking into this one just about as prepared as he could be, but considering that many members of each clan would be joining them, he wasn't sure what to even prepare for. He had told his group over and over and over, that no, they didn't have to respect the Ventari or Lucinius members, but he couldn't deal with them making a scene tonight. For starters, Ojore was big on respect. A man had just died, and even if their clans didn't always get along, they weren't enemies. They were one of the same species, and it felt wrong to act inappropriately at a meeting that would somewhat solidify the man's death in their hierarchy. Secondly, while the Lucinius clan worked out who would take over the top dog seat in their own clan, there was another spot to fill now that Marcos was gone. He had acted as a the head of the clans as a whole, and while Kamaria and Ojore's words meant something, Marcos held a position of power in the vampire community as a whole that was up for grabs. Ojore had no doubt that Kamaria was eyeing it. He wasn't even sure if he wanted it for himself, but he was sure that he wasn't going to allow her to snatch it without a good old fight.

Had he not been tending to some business that cost him more time than intended, he would have ensured that he arrived with his entire clan as a whole unit. Things didn't go as planned though, but Ojore wasn't too bothered by it. While he was more tense than he typically was right now because of the stress he was sure would come with this meeting, he was a chill guy for the most part, so that tenseness was still relative to his typical state of being. He texted Himera back saying, "I'm on my way, hold down the fort for me til I get there" before sending text to the others in their clan, including Catherine, who received a text reading, "Meeting now. Wya? I'll pick you up on the way". With Will gone (and that was a whole other story....) Catherine had taken the seat as the one that Ojore had to watch most carefully within the clan. The others all caused trouble in their own right, but they were all smart enough to get themselves out of it on their own. Cat was another story.

With his phone readily available, he couldn't resist sending a text to Kamaria too. They had enough of a history that even if their clans were separate, and even if they were potentially about to vie for the same spot of power, Ojore couldn't resist a chance to push her buttons. It was fun to do, even if he would have preferred to be unbuttoning those buttons and pulling her into bed instead of just pushing them. As he got into a car to depart to the Upper East Side, he sent a text to Kamaria which read, "Better keep your people in check tonight, Aten. Got too many fools to deal with in Lucinius to have to put yours back in their places too." [/div][/div] [div class=info][div class=text]LOCATON: en route to lucinius compound TAGS: erzulie Kimby A_Writer [/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [class=container] width: 450px; height: 630px; margin: auto; cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/232c090ebdd37ae4bc17adb54e1e0344/tumblr_inline_ol4nwhvSwg1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; [/class] [class=border] position: absolute; width: 450px; height: 630px; background: #f1f1f1; margin: 0 auto; border: 1px solid #ccc; [/class] [class=name] position: relative; top: 20px; line-height: 80%; margin: 0 auto; text-align: center; font: 27px Abril Fatface; color: #333; text-transform: uppercase; [/class] [class=role] display: inline-block; position: relative; top: 15px; left: 50%; transform: translateX(-50%); line-height: 80%; margin: 0 auto; text-align: center; font: 9px Verdana; background: var(--accent-1); padding: 5px; color: #fff; text-transform: uppercase; [/class] [class=image] position: absolute; top: 90px; left: 0; height: 160px; width: 450px; background: var(--image); background-size: cover; background-position: center; -webkit-clip-path: polygon(100% 0, 100% 100%, 0% 100%, 0 0, 50% 12%); clip-path: polygon(100% 0, 100% 100%, 0% 100%, 0 0, 50% 12%); [/class] [class=info] position: absolute; bottom: 0; left: 0; height: 30px; width: 440px; padding: 0px 5px; font: 11px Verdana; background: var(--accent-1); color: #fff; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 28px; white-space: nowrap; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class=text] display: inline-block; padding-left: calc(100% + 5px); animation: {post_id}marquee var(--time) linear infinite; [/class] [class=textbox] position: absolute; left: 0; top: 250px; width: 433px; height: 316px; overflow-x: hidden; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-line; line-height: 125%; padding: 17px 0px 17px 17px; [/class] [class=scroll] width: 100%; height: 100%; overflow-y: scroll; padding-right: 17px; text-align: justify; color: #333; [/class] [animation=marquee] [keyframe=0] transform: translate(0, 0); [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] transform: translate(-100%, 0); [/keyframe] [/animation]

 

[electric]

Zaire

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location: The Lucinius Compound
tags: Kimby

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Zaire was in a pretty decent mood as he headed over to the Lucinius household. Despite how official his job title sounded, it wasn't that much work. It was one of those pretend positions that the government had created a while back to make someone feel more important than they really were. Zaire knew that, and he was cool with it. He wasn't out there chasing down crooks and dodging bullets, and yet he still had the authority to ensure that the police force minded their own business when it came to questionable activities done by the vampires in the city. It made sense why Marcos would appoint a vampire to the position simply for that reason, but throw in Zaire's successful career as an attorney, and he was a perfect fit. It not only allowed all three clans to have a buffer between them and the human justice system, but it was a peace offering of some sort to connect the Venturi and Lucinius clans as well. Zaire had held the position for long enough to not feel like he owed Marcos still, but he had appreciated the move enough to have considered Marcos a friend. Sure, the relationship was something of a guise, one that Zaire was happy to play into as long as it benefited him, but it was genuine just enough that he did spend a few days mourning when the man was murdered for genuine reasons.

Some of the other vampires didn't seem that bothered by Marcos' passing, and Zaire understood that they all weren't close with him. He wondered though, if they recognized the significance of such an event. One of the most respected, and arguably one of the strongest, vampires to have walked the earth during their time was murdered. No suspect. No evidence. No nothing. Zaire didn't know much about the case, but whatever case the humans were putting together wasn't going to be of any help anyway because the vampires had been forced to tamper with the body and evidence enough to ensure that no one could tell that Marcos was not human. The real case and the real investigation was going to need to occur between the clans themselves, but that presented a problem in its own right, because Zaire was sure that the killer walked among them. He refused to believe that a mortal could kill a vampire, especially when Marcos had done so well at ensuring his identity remained secret. The idea that someone in his clan killed Marcos was out of the question, merely due to Zaire's loyalty to his family and refusal to believe that they could do wrong. It had to have either been someone close to Marcos in his own clan, or an Abarra who went off the wall. Which one of them it was was yet to be determined, but Zaire hoped that he would have a better guess by the end of tonight.

While he normally would have went with his clan or at least a few of them, he arrived to the Lucinius compound alone tonight. He was let up into the penthouse and stepped out of the elevator into a house that spoke to the sheer wealth and sophistication of the clan. Tension and all, one had to admit that these vampires had good taste. As he stepped inside, he mulled about the few vampires already there in the living room. The mood felt strange, and Zaire wasn't sure if it was appropriate to be smiling the way he was, but he couldn't stand the somber air that had been clouding his office and most places in the city since the mayor's passing. "Hey you," he said, stepping over to Himera once he spotted her. "It's been a minute, what's good?" Zaire was probably one of the few vampires who was on good terms with most people he met. He liked to keep the peace when he could, and often went out of his way to do that. Occasionally frequenting the Black Veil was his way of keeping things decent between his clan and the Abarra vampires, and in the process, he had come to find that Himera wasn't half that bad. They were on pretty friendly terms and Zaire was glad to be running into her now since he didn't see anyone from his own clan yet.

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[Alvaris]

Alsek Hoonah Sensmeier
Circe erzulie

Alsek perched over his desk, staring at the bright computer screens. The security footage on the right screen shifted, showing different hallways and various other locations. The death of the mayor would be good for business. His fingers lingered over the keys before he leaned back in his leather chair. With the death of the mayor, people would certainly be begging for more protection. Alsek grinned, luckily it wasn’t his business that failed to protect dear old Marcos. The fear and panic incited by the mayor’s death, though fortuitous, was a precarious situation. One he was inclined to take advantage of. He knew Kamaria's mind would already be ten steps ahead his. There was a reason she became clan leader and he felt no others were quite qualified for it.

Alsek stood before glancing at his watch. Time steadily moved and he had to prepare himself for socializing with the other clans. Alsek didn’t particularly mind being around his kind, as long as they didn’t piss him off. Alsek moved around the desk, his long strides quickly taking him to the door. His suit felt stiff and he regretted sending it to an unfamiliar dry cleaners. He won’t make that mistake twice. Grunting, Alsek stepped out of the office and into the main lobby. The hotel lights were bright, far brighter than he kept his room.

The sound of footsteps caught his attention. Alsek turned and headed down the hall before Nokomis stepped in front of him.

Her long black hair was in two braids that rested past her shoulders and down her chest. The red off the shoulder top complimented her tanned complexion. She dipped her head, her dark eyes never leaving his. “His passing comes at a most un-fortunate time,” she said, a disingenuous smile on her lips. After he turned her decades ago, she only spoke words that pleased him. Somehow he’d quelled the fire that had attracted him. He had grown to loathe the once intoxicating woman. Looking at her reminded him of failure. Of his failure. There wasn’t much Alsek regretted in his life but turning her had become a thorn in his side.

“Those that appear fallen are never short of rising again,” Alsek said as he strode by her. She followed him several paces behind; a comfortable distance where neither felt obligated to engage in idle pleasantries. It wasn’t long before he entered the large common room. He smiled as he greeted several clan members and it became more genuine when her footsteps disappeared into the crowd of other clan members.

Alsek continued onward, his eyes on Kamaria. Her maroon dress accentuated her tall slender frame, showing off her subtle curves and her dark skin brought out the colour in the dress. Kamaria made a statement whether or not she tried, and Alsek was drawn to her raw power and authority. “I gather Miss Chaldean will be along shortly,” Alsek said, slightly bowing his head.​

 

[BurningBridges]

Name: Alexandre Ancel
Clan: Lucinius
Location: Lucinius home | New York, NY
Tags: cure


"Not as many as were at the funeral," Alexandre said, responding to Josie's question about whether there would be a lot of vampires at he meeting tonight. "There's only thirty or forty of us total in the city, and I don't even know if they're all coming tonight," he said, with the number referring to the New York vampire population as a whole. Typically he wouldn't lump himself or his clan into anything "us" related when it involved the other clans, but he recognized that Josie was still new to this. While he had explained that the vampires were separated into clans, he wouldn't have been surprised if it had been an easy detail to overlook when in the grand scheme of things, a vampire was a vampire, and that was a new thing to her. She was part of the "us" now, regardless of whether she liked it or not. "But you don't have anything to worry about. They're all harmless, just like to think they're more powerful than they actually are, is all." Lex could have provided Josie with a more detailed response, outlining who she needed to avoid and who were truly harmless, but he didn't think now was the best time for that. He didn't want to make her any more nervous than she likely already was. Though she had been to the funeral, this was the first time that she was going to personally meet many of the vampires from the city and he wasn't sure how she would react to that. It had been six months since she had joined their world, but six months was nothing in the time of immortals, and it likely still felt too small to account for all of the changes Josie had been forced to take on so quickly.

He hoped that Theo and Sarah were already downstairs, because he didn't want to be surrounded by the other clans on his own for too long. There were some vampires whom Lex had never gotten along with well to begin with, but now he felt an even more bitter taste in his mouth when he thought about most of them. One of them killed Marcos, and knowing that they were now hosting that same killer in their own home had Lex questioning the rationality behind killing all of them, with 99% of them being crossfire casualties but at least still coming out victorious in killing the one who had done it. He was mostly banking on Theo to take care of the meeting, but also to take care of that conflict they were facing. Theo was the "fixer" of the clan, and it seemed like no problem was too big for him. Lex respected him for that, especially now when it felt like it was a role needed more than ever.

Unfortunately for Alexandre, he couldn't spot Sarah or Theo once they reached the main floor. It didn't mean that they weren't there, just drifting out of sight for the second, but he didn't see them immediately. He didn't look for very long, instead, he reigned his eyes back towards Josie. Part of Lex felt like he deserved to go for Marcos' spot. He had been close to the man, but then again, so had the rest of his clan mates. He trusted Theo to keep things in order, but he couldn't help but to wonder how he would stand against Ojore and Kamaria, two strong personalities. He didn't know if he would be able to do any better, especially with far fewer years of life experience, but no matter what, he wasn't going to let any of them but the Lucinius clan to shame now that Marcos was gone. "Pick someone out and I'll give you the 4-1-1 on them and let you decide if you want me to introduce you to them. Go on, pick," he said, crossing his arms casually as he stood near the edge of the room with Josie. This was really just him killing time, wanting to avoid socializing with people he felt he couldn't trust until the meeting started,​

 

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She should be freaking out. She should definitely be freaking out right now. In a way, she was. She could feel the jitters and unease, but her palms weren't sweaty and her heart wasn't racing. Another reminder that her attempts at separating herself from the vampires was not only futile, but false. Still, as she followed behind Lex, her worries weren't quelled. Even if she knew deep down that she would have to confront her new reality sooner or later, she still wasn't there yet in terms of this being her new normal. Maybe if she had chosen this, but she hadn't and she was still angry about it. The disdain that filled her stomach as she watched Lex from behind conflicted with her instinct to stay class beside him once they made it to their destination. It was weird how she felt about him. She still didn't know for sure. This was the person who had both killed and saved her. In some ways, she felt relieved that it was him and not someone else like Theo who intimidated her. Like all of them, she was scared of Lex in some way. It was the main reason why her attempts at protest were largely futile. He was really all she knew, and he had been the one to save her by damning her to this life--or lack thereof. It felt easier and safer to push buttons with him than anyone else. Everyone else was a novelty she was afraid to approach. Not that she particularly liked being around Lex either, but his company was comforting in times like these. The distance she had kept between them on their trek was closed quite quickly once they made it to the main floor. She wanted to hate him more than she did, but she needed him. It was something she knew, even if she wouldn't admit it, and fortunately, Lex had more patience than she would give even herself.

The room was largely empty; it made her feel more exposed. Hugging her arms around her waist, she looked towards Lex before darting her gaze the other way upon seeing that he was looking at her too. "I said I didn't want to be here, I meant it," she said. "So I definitely don't want to meet any of you." From an outsider's perspective, Josie would easily appear to be the moody teenager of the household. And compared to how old the others actually were, it was mostly true. The only reason she still behaved in such a way was because she could around Lex. She wasn't going to thank him for being patient with her though. It wasn't her fault he was stuck playing babysitter and had to bear the brunt of her moodiness. Bringing one of her hands to her mouth, she nibbled on her thumb nail. It was pretty barren so far, but Lex had also mentioned that not too many people were coming. She was certainly shocked to know that there were so few vampires in the entire city. She scoffed as she rolled her eyes, a pout on her lips. "Millions of people in this city and I had to run into one of the forty vampires that live here." While she was behaving in a way that didn't speak to how she didn't want to leave Lex's side, she didn't want to completely close the conversation off because she didn't want him to go elsewhere. She looked towards the other two before casting her gaze towards Lex's feet. "Are they in the same clan?" she wondered. "And how do you know? They don't look any different." She looked back towards the others, still amazed at how these creatures were just like her and anyone else. That was the scary thing though. Not that they couldn't live out in the day or that they drank people's blood. But they weren't these vicious savage monsters. If she had passed these two on the street, she would have been none the wise because they looked like anybody. And that was the terrifying part. "They look normal," she said, mostly thinking aloud. She shifted her gaze, her voice matching the grim look settling upon her face. "So did you."​

 

[Minyari]

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[div class=fyuriwrapper][div class=imageheader][div class=header]Sarah Hendriks[/div][/div][div class=box1]

Affiliation: Lucinius Clan
Location: Lucinius Home, New York City, NY
Interacted: BurningBridges cure
Mentioned: Physiicz

Word had gotten around by now that there was to be an emergency meeting within her clan's home. Having been one of the first to have gotten word, Sarah naturally had to attend the meeting hosted by her clan. Having returned to New York City a few nights prior to the funeral of Marco and attending it, she had some time to refresh her brain of the significant figures and to get a 'read of the room'. Though she did not like to partake in clan affairs or politics, it was always good to be informed. As day turned to dusk and the enticing night life began to cultivate she began to dress and ready herself for the anticipated meeting. Donning a navy blue cocktail dress and a pair of black slip on, she coated her face moderately before checking her watch. Having time to kill before the anticipated meeting she threw on a spare jacket over her exposed shoulders, deciding on a walk around the block.

[/div][div class=box2]Enjoying the brisk breeze as she walked the pedestrian free paths her sights suddenly laid upon a lucrative scent. Fresh blood. Having nothing better to do she followed her interests and investigated the trail, coming across a recently bitten human girl. Lack of breathing. She was cold. Sighing, she checked her near empty surroundings and merely caught a glance of a figure slipping around the corner. 'Poor girl.', she thought to herself, a sense of pity arising. Though it was only natural to feed on humans as a survival mechanism she never agreed with the idea of killing her source of survival and could only judge within her mind. Searching the girl's belongings she picked out her phone and made a call to the authorities before abandoning the scene and making her way back to the luxurious housing of her clan.

Glancing up at the tall building from the base, Sarah admired its beauty promptly before entering the lobby and hopped aboard the elevator upwards. Exiting onto the main floor she still could never get used to the admirable lodging and design of her clan's home. Her eyes trailed the occupants of the room speedily; recognizing some faces and some left unknown within her inner workings. A familiar duo she finally laid eyes upon and made her way around the room towards them. One being close to the Marcos and the other a newly sired member of her clan by him. Hearing rumors that it was an accident and that he was left with the mess she could only feel remorse for the once mortal and reminisced about her non-immortal ages. Finally arriving a few feet from the duo she made her presence known to the two. "Good evening to ya." Her eyes cooly met Josie then Alexandre's with a sincere smile.

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[A_Writer]

Catherine Streller

Overview

Mentioned:	Kimby electric
Interacting with:	electric BurningBridges cure Minyari

Unlike most of the other vampires, Catherine wasn't some ultra-successful business person, or lawyer, or doctor, or even mastermind criminal. There was no notoriety that came with her name, and it was just how she liked it. She hadn't gotten bored with the mortal world yet, and she seemed to appreciated all of the cool little changes that had come over the years more than anyone else. The big billboards with blinking lights and video clips towering above Times Square, the way that she could order a car to drive her somewhere with the click of a button on the mini computer of a phone that fit into her pocket, and so on. It was all so cool to her. While Catherine had been alive for over six-hundred years now, she had maintained a teenage-like desire to remain responsibility-less throughout them all. There was no allure to her in worrying about careers and all of that when she could spend her days socializing with humans as a bartender, knitting sweaters for wine bottles, and online shopping. In ways like that, she was very human for a vampire, but it wasn't done with a specific intent to be. She enjoyed being a vampire; she just found herself wanting different things and caring about different things than most of the others. She had found her home with the Abarra clan though, and not only because they were the first vampires she met after being turned. She liked mischief, even if it wasn't as deep as Himera's smuggling business or Ojore's control over the massive drug rings in the country. Petty theft was more up Catherine's alley, along with similar types of crimes that benefited her in an immediate sense. She didn't have the mind or impulse control to care about amassing long term fortunes or power. Immediate gratification was the vice that she consistently fell for.

Ojore's text came a few minutes too late, as Catherine was already on her way uptown by the time that she sent it. Feeling a need to be cheeky, she responded to him.

To: Ojore
Already omw. Being on time matters!!

She was repeating to him something he had told her many times, as Catherine had a tendency to always run late to things. Her priority management was lacking, and Cat constantly had to deal with Ojore telling her that Kamaria was going to be up his ass about it if she didn't start showing up to work on time. It never really changed anything, so Cat wasn't sure why Ojore kept bothering her about it, but it was what it was.

Despite having been with this Abarra clan since they moved to New York, Cat had only been inside the Lucinius household a handful of times. Each time it seemed to be more well-polished than the last, but it wasn't jaw dropping anymore, simply because all of the vampires had stunning places to call home. As she was let in, she immediately laid eyes on Alexandre and the girl he had been hanging around at the funeral. What had he said her name was? Julie? Joanie? Catherine wasn't sure, but she was cute nonetheless. New vampires were always fun. Cat couldn't really remember how she had behaved as a new vampire, nor how the adjustment had been. She hadn't loved her life prior to being turned, so it made the transition a bit easier, she supposed.

Sarah Hendriks, another Lucinius member, joined the duo, but it didn't deter Catherine as she strolled over towards them with a bright smile. She probably should have checked in with Himera, but she was busy with Zaire from the Ventari clan, and that just solidified that mingling was fine. Most of the Abarra wouldn't have wanted to mingle with the Lucinius clan, as they were nearly total opposites, but Catherine never really adhered to most vampire things, this included. "Hi Lex!" she chirped as she joined the trio. "What's your name again?" she continued, barely offering a pause for response. Her eyes fell upon Sarah, who she opted against acknowledging, before returning to look at Josie and adding, "I'm so glad you guys finally added a pretty girl to your clan for me to play with!" Sarah was pretty, but she was the kind of simple and proper beauty that came with many of the Lucinius members that wasn't exciting for Catherine. It wasn't like she was looking to sleep with any of them, and she didn't intend on her comment coming off as sexual, but rather "play" as in hang out with, despite how it would actually sound. She just wanted pretty people to look at. Lex was the only one out of their own clan whose bone structure she could appreciate, and that wouldn't do. "You can always join our clan, you know," she added to Josie. "We're a lot nicer than your people and we have a leader who isn't dead!"

 

[Physiicz]

William Shaw​

Location: Lucinious Residence
Mood: Fearing for his life
Interactions: N/A
Mentions: Catherine, Zaire, Himera, Ojore
Tags: A_Writer electric Kimby

The blood surged through Will, giving him the strength and energy he so desperately desired. A light buzz of adrenaline kept him alert, the thrill of a kill was still alive and present, even after three hundred years. William himself was one of the younger vampires in New York. Even Catherine was older than by two centuries. He hadn't even thought about her reaction if he were to return. A century is a long time, even for immortals. William could vividly remember the day he had left. A little fun had turned into carnage. That feeling when he realised that Ojore telling him to leave New York was different for William. He had never had any sort of connection to anyone ever since his family, Abarra had been the closest. His memories flicked back to the nights spent with Catherine, telling her the stories of great open oceans, sailors and pirates alike hunting coin as well as treasure. Drinking in Himera's bar with Ojore. William shook his head, pushing the memories from his mind, reminiscing about times past would do him no good.

William's legs continued without command. His mind drifted into a space of nothing, taking the time he needed to recollect his thoughts. Eventually the Lucinious residence came into view. A smirk cracked his hardened face, it was time to get back into the swing of things. New York had been safe enough from William for over a hundred years, tonight would change that. The young man strode towards the doors of the residence, his leather jacket lightly moving in the evening breeze. One last sideway glance of the city and William was inside.

Immediately he drew a few eyes, some of them may know who he was, the rest would be looking at a complete stranger. William looked around and his eyes caught something familiar. Catherine. William tightened up, his smirk vanished. He couldn't face her, not yet at least. Will wasn't sure if she would kill him or welcome him back but he wasn't about to find out. With wide eyes he quickly searched around, he eyes falling on two other familiar faces. The oaf Zaire and Himera stood together, William considered it but decided against going over to them. He didn't want to draw attention and standing beside the oversized giant would do the opposite.

William done his best to slip past everyone and ended up in a dark corner. Leaning on the wall, his eyes scanned the room. Constantly landing on Catherine, he was still amazed at her beauty, even to this day.

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[Kimby]

Himera Leos
Location: Lucinius Compound
Interacting with: Zaire( electric )
Mentioned: Ojore ( electric ) / Catherine ( A_Writer ) / William ( Physiicz )​

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Himera turned to be greeted by Zaire, a Ventari member that had been appointed to police commissioner by Marcos himself. But despite all of that the two of them get along quite well. Main reasons being that Himera respects Zaire as a regular patron of her establishment and for using his position in the city to help businesses like hers have an easier time dealing with authorities. She gives Zaire a smile before returning his greeting,

"Hey yourself, I've been splendid. You know what they say.. trouble makes for good business. I hope you've been good?" She looks around at her surroundings with more comfort now that there were some more friendly faces around. That was when she spots a member of her own clan, Catherine playfully engaging with the younger crowd of Lucinius. Himera was surprised that Cat came in on time, alone at that. She assumed Ojore was going to drag her over as to not be late but looks like the tables were turned.

Their leader had made it clear that Abarra members attending this meeting were expected to be on their best behavior... for the most part. Himera kept an eye and honed in her hearing towards their conversation. She couldn't hide her amusement and pride when Cat tore into the three. She had thought about intervening for the sake of keeping everyone on their best behavior but that was when she clocked William leaning against a wall towards the back of the room.

"Dear God..." she couldn't help but say aloud. She then turned to Zaire and apologized for spacing out and tried not to give away any sign of annoyance or panic. Her thoughts raced to wondering when Ojore would show up or whether she'd have to step in to keep the peace.

"I don't suppose there's a bar here for us to drink through this mess?"

 

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Name: Robin Walker Clan: Abarra Location: Lucinius Compound


Robin didn't care much that the man was dead. She was curious about who would be the next leader, and how it would affect the clans, well more how it would affect her personally. However, she was more curious about who might've killed him. Robin often went through phases, and right now she had been doing a lot of murder mystery riddles in her free time ever since the death of the mayor, to try and have an upper hand when it came to figuring out who the killer was.
She was currently doing riddles in some strangers car headed to the Lucinius Mansion. "A man murders his wife and leaves no trace or witnesses, and returns home. An hour later the police call him and tell him his wife was murdered, and to come to the scene of the crime right away. When he gets there, he is arrested. How did the police know?" She asked the clearly annoyed driver.
"I don't know." He responded curtly.
"They didn't tell him where the crime scene was! He knew cause he was the murderer." She was feeling very smart these days. "Want to hear another one? K, so..."
She continued with the murder riddles until they got to the Lucinius building. It was as big and grand as always.
When she went inside, she felt that it wasn't terribly tense. People were mingling, and the mood seemed fairly light, considering someone just recently died. Robin hoped it would stay this way, but it wasn't very likely. She saw Himera and the police commissioner...Zaire was it? And she recognized a few of her fellow clan members here and there.

 

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Kamaria chatted idly with Nasir while she waited for the rest of her clan members to appear. Only five of them would be in attendance during the council meeting. She had a feeling that Zaire was already there and she couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed. They were supposed to be a united front after all, the epitome of clan unity and organization. She decided that she wouldn’t hold it against him however. Given his position as police chief she knew that he would be close to the Lucinius clan, seeing as he was appointed by the now deceased leader. It could be used to her advantage and that though alone was enough to soothe her.

Suddenly her purse began to vibrate, pulling her out of her thoughts. Kamaria swiftly grabbed her phone and unlocked it. Once she saw just who had messaged her she couldn’t but press her lips together in displeasure. Oh how the Abarra clan leader enjoyed toying with her so. The two of them were well acquainted with one another in many ways. It was most likely because of this that her attitude, often described as intimidating, didn’t seem to have that much of an effect on him. Kamaria would never admit that she was impressed, she’d sooner step out into the sun without her ring. Despite her complaints she continued to play this game with him, continued to entertain him even when words were harsh and her body was tense, just barely hanging onto her poised and controlled disposition.

While simply ignoring his message was no doubt the better decision she found herself unable to do so. She casually typed out a message before pressing send.

To Ojore: The only fools in attendance will be those brutes that you call clan members and yourself. Focus on making sure that your little circus doesn’t make you appear more of a clown than you already are.

Just as she slipped her phone back into her purse Kamaria noticed Alsek making his way to her. She turned slightly, taking a moment to admire his muscular frame in his suit. He happened to be a clan member that she didn’t mind being around. She saw herself within him somewhat. As head of security he did his job efficiently and without complaint, something that she appreciated. “Alsek, you look striking. The shade of blue that you’ve chosen suits you.” Kamaria complimented. “And I believe so. She knows that I abhor being late.”

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Soon the Ventari members were seated inside of their luxury vehicle and on their way to the Lucinius compound. She gazed at her members through the rearview member silently for a few moments before speaking. “I’m sure that I don’t have to worry about your behavior tonight, as you already know how important appearances are.” Kamaria proceeded to look out the window. She became lost in her thoughts. She was definitely looking forward to seeing how things would go tonight.

Once they arrived Kamaria patiently waited for Nasir to open her door and help her out. She couldn’t help but place a hand on his cheek in equal parts affectionate and possessive. “As much as I would adore having you around tonight, you won’t be needed darling. I’ll let you know when we’re done here.” With that being said Kamaria headed towards the entrance.

The ding of the elevator drew the attention of some of those near. Kamaria sauntered into the room with her members, her posture straight and head held high. Keen eyes took in her surroundings in a casual manner. Taking in both the interior design of the penthouse and those inside.
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[TheSaint]

Hunting for prey was a core ability of any vampire that wished to actually survive from day to day, in the earliest days of their existence a scramble for human and animal blood would take place as the sparse populations took too great a notice of strangers and disappearances. Only once larger towns had been established did the balance of sustainable hunting take cold among the fanged beings, humans were food and needed to be at least kept in a healthy population.
Kingdoms and cities had truly been the greatest step in hunting, the less fortunate acting as low hanging fruit and the impressive gap between classes left vampires free to wreak havok on those with no titles. Human prey had been fairly easy until the nineteen seventies, an impressive run, as humans seemed to consider valuing one another. The ever-evolving vampire culture seemed to easily keep up with the changes, turning to blood banks and animals to supplement the drop in easy prey.

Theo had spent over a century consuming human blood and had faced some true hunger in older days, though nothing like his predecessors who had practically cultivated human villages to stay fed. The former legionnaire had arrived during the upswing of hunting culture and found himself often reminiscing (much like the elders that would drone on in his own vampiric youth) about proper hunting, so much so that he found himself traveling back home annually to partake in a twisted type of hunt.
A pagan vampire through and through, he had been out of the country, hunting drugged humans and spending hours hallucinating with his brethren. His alibi was airtight but cast a downright shameful light on the ‘elder’, a term used incredibly loosely when describing the clan’s problem solver. Obviously a degenerate was best suited for sweeping family issues under the rug, he’d been fairly successful over the last few centuries and planned to keep his hands off clan role.

Actually getting himself back to the city in time for the funeral had been something of a nightmare, one requiring an expensive chartered flight. Despite money not really being an issue for a member of the Lucinius clan, the feeling of being gouged was still far from pleasant when dealing with an overall tragedy.

Marcos had been well respected and handled his position very well, despite the short shelf life of being the mayor of a city, perhaps some rotation of leaders had been in the early stages of planning. Theo wasn’t entirely included in every small detail of the clan, particularly the politics, though he was never denied information he requested. Being one of the eldest in the clan held some weight and he rarely threw it around to get his way, not wanting to be viewed as difficult or put himself on anyone’s radar. Marcos had fully respected and understood the ancient being, understood his complete lack of interest in leadership and likely appreciated there wouldn’t be any attempts at mutiny.
Losing Marcos while he was out of the country felt like some kind of bitter failure on his behalf, almost certain his absence could have been used strategically and potentially point to an inside job. It was difficult to believe any member of the clan would want their leader dead, the man had made a point of forming relationships with every vampire living within his coven.

The list of possible betrayals was impossibly long, after so many years of witnessing nearly all stages of human development in war and politics, deception never truly shocked him. He would argue the Romans really knew how to be unreasonably petty but the modern era held an impressive cattiness at all levels. A plant, an assassin, a betrayal by another clan, someone from outside of the clan, nothing could quite be ruled out. The feeling that someone close to Marcos had ended his life had a controlled rage boiling within the normally stoic vampire.

The few days spent back in the city before the funeral had been a cold affair, little love or communication between splintered members had Theo only learning the more intricate details of the death after the man was buried. An interesting message had certainly been sent forward by the death, intentional or not, letting vampires across the board know they were vulnerable. Theo had long known that assuming immortality would carry you through the ages was foolish, the world of vampires didn’t carry retirement and a more ‘old school’ method of advancement had often been used to get ahead.
Marcus was far from the first vampiric leader buried under mysterious circumstances, Theo had seen a few dozen fangs go missing or meet an almost too convenient demise. The normal course of action was paying attention to who benefitted the most from a sudden opening in the chain of command. An endless pool of suspects could be brought in from this theory, the power vacuum this assassination could cause wasn’t lost on the old soldier, someone wanted to destabilize the whole structure of command within the clans.

Theo had arrived fairly quietly, though he’d barely had to travel in order to reach the party at the compound. Having outright gorged himself on blood in the hours before the event to recover from a long period of outright binging on hallucinogens, Theo had managed to pull himself together respectfully enough for the affair. One of his fellow clanmates had generously cut the hair he’d allowed to grow shaggy during his time in Europe, insisting he needed to look less like a druid on a mission of self-discovery.
Dressed in a dark suit and actually looking the part of a New York City socialite, Theo chose to keep himself close to the wall and simply observe everyone interacting. He wasn’t exactly known for being social within his own group, let alone the other clans unless he was being hired for something. A few familiar faces were littered about the crowd, some he knew from an exchange of services and others from simply having existed for so long in the world. It wasn’t uncommon for vampires to cross paths, more often than not the situations were civil, sometimes not. Theo had rarely made a point of clashing with his kind, knowing how deeply the species had struggled throughout history. Killing another vampire wasn’t to be looked upon lightly, the elders had managed to survive incredible changes and were invaluable in aiding future generations.

Settling himself on one of the farther seats in the house, he wasn’t extending any welcome to those around him, aware his relatively non-existent presence within the social circles would likely have him left alone. Knocking back the last third of his drink, Theo slid the glass away and settled in to watch the crowd. He was at least confident the whole meeting would be interesting, it wasn’t often the vampires convened and the circumstances wouldn’t prevent anyone from misbehaving, or even lashing out due to insecurity. One of his favorite elements of vampiric culture was the inset need to be vicious, even when completely unnecessary.

 

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Name: Alexandre Ancel
Clan: Lucinius
Location: Lucinius home | New York, NY
Tags: cure Minyari A_Writer


Lex smiled at Josie's initial response. He knew that he shouldn't have expected anything other than a response like that, but it was still sort of amusing. He understood her resistance to all of this, but he got the sense that she was slowly easing into it. She had no choice, then again. It was either accept your fate, or... accept your fate. As vampires slowly began to come into the space, her questions came and they were fair questions, even if his smile grew slightly at the sound of them. To someone who didn't know the vampires before them, it would be impossible to tell what clan they belonged to. After being acquainted to the dynamics of each clan and the reputations that came with each, it was easier to pick apart their mannerisms and correctly group them into where they belonged. "And outside of being ridiculously handsome, I am normal," Lex reassured her with a grin. He doubted that it was actually of any reassurance, but he wanted to lighten the mood for reasons less related to his own self-pleasure and more so in hopes that Josie's nerves wouldn't eat her alive. The funeral had been a lot in itself, but with so much going on, it was probably easier for her to distract herself and focus less on this being the reality of things. They were now with the vampires that they would be with for god knows how long, and in a more intimate and personal setting. It would make sense if it was more intimidating to her. "Deal with them enough, and it's not too hard to tell," he explained plainly, scanning the room for an easy example. Had he spotted Catherine, he would have called her over, but Sarah caught his eye first. She was a part of their clan, and she was a good example of what he wanted to prove, though it wouldn't really help since Josie already knew her. Just as the Lucinius reputation warranted, Sarah was well-respected, kind, and loyal to the clan. She was someone who you could rely on and trust, and one who understood the importance of maintaining a flawless image for the clan.

"Hey!" he said as she joined them. "I was just talking to Josie about what she can expect tonight. I didn't really have a chance to introduce her to how things worked at the funeral, and I don't want her to be overwhelmed by how--" Lex didn't finish his sentence, but Cat's arrival basically finished it for him. The vampire had been around for nearly double the length of time that he had been, and yet she acted just like the age she looked. It was a good thing in Lex's mind. Her youthful energy was just as attractive as she was physically, and with her around, things were never boring. Lex wouldn't necessarily want to be seen with her in public since she did live up to Abarra standards in many regards that Lex deemed to be embarrassing and distasteful. However, he had also slept with her more than a handful of times (which he had managed to keep largely unknown from his clan members), so that probably said something about him as well. Had anyone else spoken about Marcos' death so plainly, Lex would have not only been offended, but probably would have reacted more emotionally than he would have wanted to, simply because the wound was still a fresh one. Coming from Catherine's mouth, it meant less, and he managed to remain more amused by the thought of the questions that he was sure Josie would have about her later on. If there was anyone who lived up to their clan's reputation perfectly, it was this one. She spoke her mind, acted however she wanted to, and largely disregarded formalities and the appropriate nature of interactions. She was a wild card and she played it well. Lex couldn't deny that there was something attractive about it.

"Josie," he said, answering for the girl beside him once Cat had finished speaking. "This is Cat, she's from the Abarra clan, and everything that just came out of her mouth is how you can tell," he said, answering Josie's earlier question without paying regard to the confusion that Cat might have had given the lack of context on her end. "You guys actually might get along," he noted. "She likes all the stuff you millennials are obsessed with." He made a mental note that that was a fair point. On one hand, he didn't want Josie getting tied up in any Abarra affairs, especially considering how reckless Catherine, specifically, was. At the same time, her youthful nature could be a leeway of sorts to ease Josie out of the human world that she still seemed to be clinging to.
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"I can't argue with that," Zaire offered with a chuckle. Trouble was what ran his career too, though in a less direct sense. He didn't benefit from trouble in the way that Himera did, but he also didn't despise it to the extent that he was sure people would imagine, given his role as Police Commissioner. Zaire didn't have any experience as a police officer, just law experience. He had been appointed as Commissioner by the mayor and while his experience in the law field validated the move, within the vampire circles, it was well known that the move was more strategically done on the mayor's part. The vampires had pull in every level of government in one way or another with clans across the country, but having someone at the top of the NYPD hierarchy merely ensured that no one could mess with Marcos' people, or the other vampires. Even if the three clans clashed frequently over things, one of them getting tied up in human law had the potential to bring them all down, and Marcos was intelligent enough to do what he could to prevent that from happening. Zaire didn't mind being a piece in that puzzle because the position was one that game with respect and honor. It allowed him access to government information, allowed him to squash investigations into business matters related to his own clan or others before they even began, and frankly, it wasn't that demanding of a job. At least not until recently. "Same here, all good," he added with a nod. Work had been particularly busy in the past few weeks due to Marcos' death, but the investigation was one that Zaire was confident wouldn't lead anywhere in the sense of the human world. In their world, it was a much different story, but Zaire didn't have anything more to offer than the others did. He was curious to hear what the Lucinius clan knew, and if he could be of any help, he would do what he could.


His eyes followed Himera's as she expressed what sounded like darkly tainted surprise, and her following comment about getting a drink made all the more sense when he realized who the figure he was looking at was. William Shaw, a true troublemaker if Zaire'd ever seen one. He was an Abarra clan member who had caused a big mess a century ago or so, and from what Zaire remembered, had been banished from the city because of it. His return was unexpected, even after an event that understandably brought a lot of vampires out of the woodwork. Himera's response to his presence seemed strange, as Zaire could only assume that she knew he was back since they were in the same clan. He couldn't imagine that even an Abarra member would be so brazen as to not even let their own clan know that they were back, nonetheless going to an important meeting like this. Then again, Will seemed to be his own type of trouble, so Zaire didn't know what the norm was there.

He studied Himera's expression for half a second longer before opting against asking her about it. "Good idea, I'm going to need something to survive this meeting too. Normally I'd say we should ask one of them," he said, referring to the Lucinius clan, "But since I'm with an Abarra, I can blame being impolite and looking around for their stash on you," he teased, starting towards what he hoped was the direction to a kitchen. He wanted to be around for when Kamaria got there, but he figured that a quick shot or two, or five or six, couldn't hurt in the meantime.

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[div class=role]head of abarra[/div] [div class=image][/div] [div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Kamaria's response elicited a quiet chuckle from Ojore as he leaned comfortably back against the leather seat of the car that had picked him up. He enjoyed their banter, especially when he was leading it, but he would give Kamaria credit for being able to keep up with him. He liked to teasingly belittle her to her face, but he was well aware of the strength, power, and respect that the woman had demanded and deserved. Ojore wasn't threatened by a woman who held as much power as Kamaria did. It made her respect her as well, even if he didn't show that plainly in their interactions. The mere fact that he humored her with conversation spoke to it in its own right, and her willingness to engage sometimes seemed to mirror that.

They stopped twice along the way to pick up the two remaining Abarra clan members who hadn't been on their way already, before continuing towards the Lucinius house. Ojore wasn't sure if he believed that Catherine was really there on her own, as it wouldn't have surprised him if she conveniently "got stuck in traffic" or something after claiming that and showed up an hour later, but he didn't focus too much energy on it. It wasn't something worth stressing over, as if Catherine didn't show up, it honestly might have ended up being better for their clan anyway. He and Himera could hold the fort down on their own, and though the others were all essential members of the team, Ojore doubted that this meeting would require much out of them. He wasn't entirely sure what to expect from it, considering it was the first meeting post murder. Even coming from his clan, he knew that walking in, exerting his power and stating that Marcos' passing meant that his clan was now claiming the spot at the top was inappropriate. That wasn't to say that if Kamaria tried to be so brazen and do that, that he wouldn't shoot her down in a second, but he wanted to be tactful in this. Ojore didn't care for Marcos any more than his clan mates did, but as a leader in the same spot that Marcos had been in, he imagined that he and Kamaria looked at the event much differently. If anyone out here was after power, it was Marcos, himself and Kamaria who would be top targets over the rest of the clan. Marcos was a smart dude, and if this could happen to him, both he and Kamaria were foolish to think that it couldn't happen to them, and that there wasn't a threat still lurking out there. Without knowing who the killer was, there was no way to determine what the motive was, and in turn, they couldn't cancel out the idea that they weren't future targets too. Ojore wasn't terrified over it, but it was just a thought on his mind more frequently now. Unlike Marcos though, Ojore was certain that if someone wanted to play that game with him, he wasn't going to be the one losing.

As the group headed into the building, they must have just missed Kamaria and her posse heading upstairs, though they arrived in the penthouse a few seconds later. He purposely opted against acknowledging her, really for no other reason than to get under her skin. If she wanted to say hello to him she could; Ojore would leave the ball in her court for now. Or keep it in his and let her come running over to beg for it back. Either way worked.

As he headed past her, he glanced around the room. Himera was there, though Ojore didn't know where she was running off to with Zaire, of all people, in tow. Catherine was there. Robin, too. The two other Abarra members who he had come with were present, so that was his whole clan, and therefore, all the people he cared about. Caught up in the scene, he didn't even notice William lurking in the shadows. If he had, his next move would have been distracted by a much more important conversation. "I would love to say that I'd love to hang around here all night and chat with you lovely creatures," Ojore announced, taking no issue with being the one to gather the attention of those around him. With Marcos gone, someone had to lead things now, and while he still wasn't going to be so blatant in his declaration of power, he was going to exert his leadership where it felt comfortable and acceptable, like now. "But I'm also not about that lying shit, so can we get on with this? My clan's all here and if Kamaria wasn't able to pull it together and get her's here on time, I think we can all agree that that's her problem, and also not so surprising, and that we should just get started with this."

He looked to the first Lucinius clan member he could spot, Alexandre, for direction on where the meeting would be held and to get started. He wasn't sure what to think of Alexandre as a vampire, nonetheless a leader. He certainly wasn't going to be a Marcos whose mere presence demanded respect, but he supposed that the kid had potential. The Lucinius clan as a whole were a whole bunch of weaklings if you asked Ojore. Prissy bitches who were too scared to break a nail to actually get anything worthwhile done outside of meaningless things like politics and law and moving money in the stock market. They couldn't handle the heat of the real world so they remained in their tidy castle amid the human world and judged the rest of them. Without Marcos here now, Ojore was certain that they wouldn't be able to maintain the level of respect that typically came with the Lucinius name. If Alexandre was the one being tossed to the wolves and forced to keep his clan afloat, Ojore wished him the best, though he didn't think he would be successful. That was why it was now time for Ojore to shine and bring the Abarra clan up a few notches on the totem pole. Maybe not now as in exactly tonight, since again, he wasn't going to be that disrespectful, but tonight would at least set the stage for the future of the vampire world under his rule. [/div][/div] [div class=info][div class=text]LOCATON: Lucinius compound TAGS: erzulie Kimby A_Writer erzulie BurningBridges [/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [class=container] width: 450px; height: 630px; margin: auto; cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/232c090ebdd37ae4bc17adb54e1e0344/tumblr_inline_ol4nwhvSwg1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; [/class] [class=border] position: absolute; width: 450px; height: 630px; background: #f1f1f1; margin: 0 auto; border: 1px solid #ccc; [/class] [class=name] position: relative; top: 20px; line-height: 80%; margin: 0 auto; text-align: center; font: 27px Abril Fatface; color: #333; text-transform: uppercase; [/class] [class=role] display: inline-block; position: relative; top: 15px; left: 50%; transform: translateX(-50%); line-height: 80%; margin: 0 auto; text-align: center; font: 9px Verdana; background: var(--accent-1); padding: 5px; color: #fff; text-transform: uppercase; [/class] [class=image] position: absolute; top: 90px; left: 0; height: 160px; width: 450px; background: var(--image); background-size: cover; background-position: center; -webkit-clip-path: polygon(100% 0, 100% 100%, 0% 100%, 0 0, 50% 12%); clip-path: polygon(100% 0, 100% 100%, 0% 100%, 0 0, 50% 12%); [/class] [class=info] position: absolute; bottom: 0; left: 0; height: 30px; width: 440px; padding: 0px 5px; font: 11px Verdana; background: var(--accent-1); color: #fff; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 28px; white-space: nowrap; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class=text] display: inline-block; padding-left: calc(100% + 5px); animation: {post_id}marquee var(--time) linear infinite; [/class] [class=textbox] position: absolute; left: 0; top: 250px; width: 433px; height: 316px; overflow-x: hidden; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-line; line-height: 125%; padding: 17px 0px 17px 17px; [/class] [class=scroll] width: 100%; height: 100%; overflow-y: scroll; padding-right: 17px; text-align: justify; color: #333; [/class] [animation=marquee] [keyframe=0] transform: translate(0, 0); [/keyframe] [keyframe=100] transform: translate(-100%, 0); [/keyframe] [/animation]

 

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When the elevator opened once again Kamaria looked to see who had just arrived. Her gaze traveled over Ojore slowly as he made his way in. Fully expecting him to speak to her when he spotted her she was surprised when he said nothing, breezing past her as if she wasn’t there. Kamaria raised an eyebrow. She knew that her text hadn’t upset her, given the fact that she had said crueler things to him in the past. Deciding that he was again, playing games she didn’t react. Kamaria was nothing, if not a stubborn and prideful woman. And she didn’t like losing.

As elegantly as ever she stepped forward, crossing her arms over her chest. “Kante, how nice of you to join us. I have more than enough of my clan members in attendance tonight. While all of my clan members aren’t her tonight I have more than enough with me right now. My members trust me and my two companions here tonight enough to know that we’ll tell them everything that they’ll need to know. I’m not sure how things are done within your clan, but they trust me leadership.” Her smile was polite and her tone calm and collected. It was something that they did after council meetings. The Ventari would gather in their own meeting room to discuss whatever had gone on during the council meetings, without the eyes and ears of the other clans surrounding them.

Kamaria turned her attention to Alexandre. “As crudely as Kante put it, I have to agree. It’s best if we begin this meeting now that everyone is here.”
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[Kimby]

Himera Leos
Location: Lucinius Compound
Interacting with: Zaire & Ojore( electric )
Mentioned: Kamaria ( erzulie )​

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Knowing the Lucinius, this would've most likely been a dry event for such an occasion. But luckily even the most righteous of them fancies as drink from time to time. Alcohol was always a center point for Himera, it served as a way to connect with people, or make dealing with them more tolerable. She won't admit to having any sort of problem when it comes to drinking but Dion and Ojore were always the ones that step in when it gets too much. Luckily she had a partner in crime this time,

"Lead the way." She beamed as they made their way to the kitchen. The two had just enough time for a drink or four before any of the big shots would make their way in. Once in the kitchen, Himera took no time in raiding their liquor stash and mixing up some drinks for the two. She settled on sitting on top of a countertop and lightheartedly quipped with Zaire about how much of a mess this meeting would be. It wasn't much longer when Ojore's voice boomed throughout the room outside making its way to the kitchen. She let out an annoyed sigh and had an urge to just hide in the kitchen for the rest of the meeting. But she had some responsibility for representing the Abarra clan and Ojore would rip her a new one if she wasn't there.

"Well, this has been fun… better get going to the circus." She hopped up off the kitchen counter she was sitting on and gave Zaire a light squeeze on the arm before making her way out to the common room once again. With a drink still in tow, she walked over to where Ojore was standing and stood by his side. She nudged him on the arm and greeted him with a "Suhp boss." while taking another sip of her drink. She made sure to position herself in a way that shielded the rest of the Abarra members that came with Ojore behind her in case any Ventari or Lucinius was feeling snappy.

Seeing how Kamaria and her people were just across from them, Himera tried her best to avoid any direct eye contact with the Ventari leader. Things between them were still heated for the most part, but she didn't want to bring any of that in during a meeting like this.

 

[Circe]

『 Marcianna Chaldean
Location | Ventari Hotel > Lucinius Mansion 』
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A woman stood, relatively taller than most of her gender, critical crimson eyes idly gaze out of a window seemingly shaped with molten gold. Even when alone, Marcianna Chaldean possesses a dense air of superiority. As far as she is concerned, that is... after all what it meant to be a vampire. It was the only thing that kept her complacent— knowing that she could do anything she wanted when it came to the mortals and what would they do? Try and stop her? It was hardly laughable. Her gaze swept over New York City for the twentieth time; her precious, precious domain. The fates were in favour of Marcianna since before the day she was born to the one of the Dukes of England, who was and currently still a part of the community of vampires across the states. living vampires existing on this planet. Marcianna saw her father perishing no time in the next century. Then, luckily father had a younger brother, she saw them never. And when she slowly ripped through the chests of each of them, she felt not rage, not euphoria, not regret. Nothing but a sudden emptiness, unlike the boiling resentment she felt for her dying mother.

A single bell rings throughout the room. Another. Another. Another. Marcianna nearly breaks the cellphone, moving across the room in a blur and picking up the device with such force it was probable that the power button was broken. The flurry of messages was from Kamaria, The clan leader was seemingly a different person with every send of a message.

“We are departing soon. I take it you desire to travel alone.” This message was the first, and about forty-five minutes ago.

“You should be on your way by now, dear.” About forty minutes ago.

Finally, Marcianna put her feet into motion, crossing over into angry message territory. Typically, during her travels, Marcianna would stop for a bite to eat—that bite to eat did not include digestible substances, but alas, there was no time for that. There was a period where there were no messages. Then, similar to if Marcianna had lost service and regained it, the flurry of messages attack her phone.

“You do realize that you are ruining the Ventari image, correct?” This one told her Kamaria had started to begin slightly irritated, five minutes ago.

“If you are not here within the next ten minutes, there will be consequences.” A minute ago.

Before Marcianna could finish reading the last text, she arrives at her destination. A pristine mansion towers over her larger than life form, a monument in itself. It was large in size, while the hotel which she resides and owns, dominated the height for constructs in New York City.

“Chaldean. . .” Her eyes sweep over the text, a smirk crosses her lips at the perfect timing. Marcianna took a satin, obsidian handkerchief from the pocket of the buttoned-up, vermillion red trenchcoat. It was untraditional, creative, and classy simultaneously, fanning out into a flared skirt. She starts to fold the handkerchief in a way where it would be perfectly and safely between her precious skin and the silver doorknob, recently polished as there was a slight glint from the ruby chandelier descending from the ceiling. With the door open, Marcianna puts the handkerchief back in her pocket, a swift motion, most would not have caught it, but she curses herself figuring someone must have noticed.

She begins crafting a lie for the purpose of the handkerchief. “Apologies for my tardiness, it was incredibly unbecoming of me. I assume we can now begin?” Believe it or not, this was oddly uncharacteristic of Marcianna. Weeks ago her, being the dashing woman that she is would not have apologized and would then proceed to take a crack at how serious all of the vampires looked. It went unnoticed to her at first. The death of the Lucinius Clan Leader made her worry, a feeling and emotion especially foreign to her. With her features pulled into an unreadable expression, she flattens her bloodred-stained lips. None of the vampires who were familiar with the woman could remember a time when Marcianna took the matter at hand with solemnity.

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Mood | Post-Brooding
Interactions | None
Mentions| erzulie
Nearby | Vampires​

 

[cure]

Joséphine Cygne
Lucinius
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If this had been a situation she was more familiar and comfortable with, she would have humored Lex with a response. Her willingness to engage with him was really dependent on how she felt in the present moment, and that was almost always related to how safe she felt in the moment. Behind closed doors, she was more open with pushing back against Lex. There were still the not so rare occasions where even when she was in the comfort--if it could be called that--of her own room, she was too glum to engage with anybody. In an unfamiliar situation like this, she felt exposed, and there had never been a time during these kinds of situations where she didn't feel safest beside Lex. The way she rolled her eyes away from him in response to his weak attempt at a quip would have one thinking this wasn't the case. While she was freaking out on the inside, externally, she was just poised. It was a coping mechanism she had developed in her upbringing: don't look vulnerable even when you are.

When an unfamiliar vampire came by, Josie felt her body stiffen, but she looked towards the girl with mild interest. The brunette's comments, though, we enough to break Josie's composure as she blinked, stunned. Her eyes slowly shifted in Lex's direction before she glanced up at him. While Cat had taken Josie aback and just seconds ago she wasn't bothered with trying to appreciate Lex's jokes, she was now able to crack a quick smile. "Oh, good," she said with a nod. "Trying to teach you how to email is getting old." Josie couldn't say she remembered seeing Cat at the funeral. In all honesty, she had her head down pretty much the entire down. She also didn't make it a point to be super conversational, so she still really only knew the people of her clan, like Sarah who was standing with them. When a tall man beckoned out to the room, she couldn't place who he was exactly, but it was hard not to notice someone of that stature. While he was pretty rude, he was also quite gorgeous. How she didn't have his face remembered was beyond her. Josie looked towards Lex for direction. She glanced towards Ojore once more before uttering, "Abarrus," and then looking to her clan member for confirmation. If conversationally confrontational and outspoken were the way to pick out Abarrus, then this would be easy.

Her attention was then drawn to another beautiful figure, but Josie was more taken off guard by this one. She was calm and collected, but drew just as much, if not more attention, than the man from before. Josie took Kamaria in for a brief second before looking elsewhere in the room to direct her attention. She didn't want to be seen staring; the woman definitely gave off an intimidating vibe to her. Plus, with everyone looking towards Lex now, she felt even more inclined to shrink herself.​