Fantasy Veiled City

[Pepsionne]

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[Razvi-sama]

Location: Samantha's Party.
Mentions: Pepsionne
Main's Mood (Mizuki): Nervous, giddy, out of place.

As the night dragged on, the car ride extending out for what seemed to be another century, Mizuki occasionally would flick her gaze over towards Alejandro with a quiet and warm empathetic gaze. She noted his silence. They were all scared and the fact that a Councilman was murdered so brutally and without much resistance was...chilling.

Alejandro's expression and features were calm and collected, yet his gaze...held a deep disquiet that seemed to resonate with Mizuki. She watched him close his eyes, a silently indication that he wanted to be left alone for a moment, and she respected that. She chastised herself for not having checked up on him more during this month, but then again it was a little impossible as he always seemed to be fluttering about the city, keeping himself busy and away. Maybe tonight she would have the opportunity to pull him aside and simply...talk to him. Maybe even offer him her loft so that he could spend a quiet night with himself, away from the empty residence they called home...Yet, despite trying to cheer herself up, a delicate frown settled over her lips as she peered out the window.


Once she realized they had arrived, she popped out of reverie, motioning to straighten herself up as she peered out into the impressive home of the Vieru Clan. Oh, it seems they paid double for the light's, this year. The décor was grand, yet tasteful, and for a moment...she allowed her child-like wonder to bubble inside her chest. Maybe...maybe it was all going to be alright, and this would be the moment where things could finally go back to normal. Mizuki tied her simple, matte black mask over her eyes before she slid out of the vehicle, extending her hand out towards Gabriella to help the woman step out without a single misstep.

The Lasombra filed out of the car, their gaze sharp, chin upward, backs straight, and followed by a confident yet eloquent stride. The valet who was in charge of the guest list, who was to look over and control the masses of vampires, and the occasional human, was rather distracted at first as they looked down upon the list...upon seeing Charlotte, Gabriella, and the rest of the Lasombra clan they nearly dropped their list all together...eyes wide, flabbergasted! What were they doing here?

It seemed that was the general reaction as the Lasombra clan moved together, almost as if they were walking on air. Their steps silent, their movements calculated. No wonder the crowds had fallen into a hush the moment they laid eyes upon such a deadly and handsome group. It wasn't long for the word to spread like wildfire. Mizuki noticed, as they passed by couples and cliques of people, that they would fall into a soft whisper when they passed them by and the moment they continued forward it seemed like the conversation behind them had erupted into that of shock and wonder. Everyone was trying to be discrete, everyone was trying to be collected in the presence of the Lasombra, but...their curiosity was plastered over their face.

Mizuki had kept up a successful poker face as they strolled inside, her skirt flowing behind her, heels clacking in a light echo. She was nervous, despite her calm exterior. She was nauseous, despite the light smile she graced others as she nodded courteously their way. She was known to be a little odd, a little too cheery for their community. They never understood what was there to be so goddamn happy about, all the time. But, it was her only way of confronting the world around her.

As they stepped into the extravagant ballroom, the chandelier lights twinkling above them beautifully as if the stars themselves had graced them with their presence, Mizuki was...a little in awe. Samantha had done a wonderful job. Lost in thought, she hardly registered Gabriella's absence until she heard her little sing-song voice trail away. Wait. Wait! Mizuki snapped her eyes over to the retreating woman's back, not quite ready to be left to mingle. O-Oh okay, okay, this was fine. Yes, perfectly fine. She was sure the others had their own agendas, and she didn't want to beg anyone to keep her company until her lungs remembered their basic function of breathing.

So. What to do...? Mizuki waved to her clan, "If you need me, I'll just be wandering about. Anything happens, though, I'll leave my phone on with volume", she assured kindly, bowing lowly to them before she straightened up. She supposed she could do a bit of damage control and show the rest of the world that the Lasombra clan was just as strong and as collected as ever. Just...small talk. She could do small talk. Her eyes first landed on the gift table and she smiled. Okay, first thing she could do was give Samantha her gift. She strolled through the grand ballroom with its intricate details and lovely décor, not being able to help but notice the eyes that roved over her and the whispers that followed. She peered at them from the corner of her eyes, as she reached the table filled with plentiful gifts of all kind. She settled her own down, as it was a bit of a tradition, at this point...that she bring Samantha a bottle of wine, and one of the best known in the world.

Mizuki's gift bag was sleek and elongated in a tasteful black, the thin tissue a soft golden hue. She would get the woman a decadent dessert wine. A Chateau d'Yquem, imported from Sauternes, France. It always took her a bit of saving, but she thought it was always worth it. She smiled down to the bag, giving it a light pat for good luck before she turned around...roving the crowds for a familiar face...and who did she find?

Theodore...Off in the distance speaking to Katarina. The two were known to be close and Mizuki smiled, hoping they were having a nice time...wondering if she should...a-ah. No, no...The very thought nearly knocked away at her air and she was already having trouble getting a full breath within the crowds. She giggled nervously to herself, calling herself silly, before she whisked away in search for Samantha, wanting to congratulate the woman and thank her for inviting them. It was the kind thing to do, after all. She searched through the crowds, weaving through twirling and enchanting couples who were dancing the night away. Mizuki was able to scoop up a champagne flute from a nearby waiter as she continued on her adventure, seeing Samantha golden and glittering gown under the warm lights. She was truly a sight to behold. She waived to the vampire from a distance, hoping to catch her attention. After her interaction with the birthday girl, she didn't really have a Plan B, kind of already making plans to lean against a pillar and sketch away the beautiful masses...
Off to the side was the Assur Clan who were all clustered together, and for a moment she had caught sight of Luna. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she waived to the woman eagerly before venturing forward towards Samantha. It was nice to see so many familiar faces, even though it was to be expected. It made he feel a lot more comfortable, though.

Samantha wasn't surprised by the Lasombra's presence, not at all! She did invite them after all, no...? She looked unfazed as many vampires around her turned their attention towards her, simply directing her gaze towards Layla, and one to Theo as she had just parted away from the young vampire. Behave. She did find a familiar face within the crowds, watching as...sweet, cheery Mizuki wove through the people to reach her, "Ah, no party is ever complete without your smile, dear. It's so good to see you. It's been quite a while, has it not?", she hummed.

Mizuki chuckled, immediately feeling a wave of relief wash over her, offering Layla a small smile who returned it in kind. Ah, she always wanted to approach the vampire, and she looked so cool in her boots! "You flatter me, Samantha. Thank you for inviting us despite the circumstances. And, as always...you've out done yourself. Everything is perfect. And, of course, happy birthday!".

Samantha nodded, reaching out to lightly run her fingers through the woman's hair, "I'm happy you believe so. Please, eat, drink, enjoy, okay? And, I cannot wait to indulge in your dessert wine", she winked, Mizuki ducking her head sheepishly at the woman's sultry words. Though, soon enough, others began to pile around them as they wanted to talk to Samantha as Layla was eager to stand by her side.

Mizuki said her goodbyes as she bowed her head politely to the two, once more left to her own devices...



Katarina giggled joyfully, "Oh~! My, my, rather bold of you to call yourself 'perfection'...but I supposed that is something we can both agree on", she nearly purred, curling her arms around his arm, practically draping herself over the man.

Katarina smiled as he rose his glass to hers, bringing the delicate rims together to clink in a soft echo. She rose her drink to her lips while she kept her sharp gaze and longing gaze over him, watching the bob in his Adam's apple jump ever so slightly with each gulp. She quickly followed suite, downing the rest of her champagne before she eagerly reached for another flute along with Theo, hoping tonight would end exactly as she had hoped. She had been dying to...reunite with the vampire for quite some time now. "Cute", she laughed, "...if you keep this up...well, let's not spoil the surprise, hm?", she offered softly.

Katarina had always felt rather comfortable around Theo. He had an open mind and he was easy on the eyes. She knew how of the clans thought of the Assur Clan, but he never allowed such judgements cloud him. At least, not with their...friendship, she supposed is the word she'd use for them. She waived to Samantha as the woman practically glided away along with Layla...a member of the Vieru she personally wasn't very fond of. She had a severe case of 'RBF' and she was much more interested in spending time with Theo than the other Vieru.

Katarina took a small sip from her second glass of champagne for the night, letting out a soft little chortle at his curiosity, "...oh, you know I am never one to turn down a bet, you little imp!", she gasped, her eyes lighting up with a mischievous little twinkle, "Fine. I say they will show up. You know they're not one to turn away from such an event, just because of their ties to the Council. They're no cowards, Theo boy. So, deal! Whoever loses, needs to down--".

It was as if the gods themselves were smiling down upon Katarina as the heavy, mahogany double-doors that led into the ball burst open...a swarm of Lasombra members flooding in...an announcement of the clan's title ringing through and there seemed to be an eerie hush that settled over the ballroom. Katarina's eyes widened as she grinned up towards Theo, "...oh, you're so fucked", she laughed, keeping her voice low as to not draw too much attention to themselves.

Steadily, the murmurings began to rumble throughout the space, and Katarina couldn't help but stare. Watching as the Lasombra filed through one by one without a single care in the world. Ah, even that little bimbo Mizuki showed up. She would have assumed the little thing would be too nervous to show up. Very well. She noted the vampire's lingering gaze towards...them, though. No, more specifically...towards Theo and she frowned, motioning to turn the man away, "Anyway, bottoms up?", she smirked.

 

[Pepsionne]

Theodore | Luna
Location: Vieru Ballroom | Location: Vieru Ballroom
Mood: Spirited, worried | Mood: Exasperated, devious​

Theo’s gaze had been focused on Katarina’s figure as she talked, her glowing skin flawless and soft in the ballroom light. The warmth of the alcohol began to buzz warmth into his cheeks. His gaze followed hers as it picked up and moved outwards, towards the entrance of the ballroom. The playful smirk that had been adorning in his face dropped slack in disbelief as none other than the members of the Lasombra began filtering into the crowd, heads held high.

“I’m so fucked,” He said, repeating Katarina’s playful jest towards him.

Theodore’s gaze caught onto a familiar figure who, even with her mask, he could recognize. It was Mizuki, the photographer he commonly ran into in his work. He hadn’t seen her in months, not after the councilman was murdered. The vampire had been a former Lasombra member and the biggest advocate for their ideals, so realistically, their clan took it the hardest. Although Theodore had assumed that Mizuki was grieving and needed her privacy, he couldn’t help but worry. He loosened his grip on Katarina’s arm with the intent to maneuver to the woman and welcome her, but just as his grip softened he felt Katarina’s tighten with a sudden urgence, turning him in the opposite direction fervently.
Her eyes were big as they looked up at him, a look of innocent fun coating them as she said “Anyways, bottom up?”


Theo’s gaze finally unstuck itself from Mizuki with a hesitant reluctance. “Yeah,” He said, shaking off the heavy weight of worry and distraction. Katarina was painfully beautiful, skillfully seductive and here she was standing before him, offering him the chance for a good time. He would be stupid to turn it down for a night of worry. Not to mention, they both knew where getting shitfaced by the end of the night would get them. He let a devious smirk push the furrowed worry from his face as he said, “bottoms up indeed.”

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Luna had been eyeing up the crowd for what felt like an eternity looking for something fun to do. All the people here seemed too much like stuffy academics to have a good time. Too many boring and sophisticated Vieru for anything fun to happen. She knew everyone here lacked a pulse but god, did they have to act like it too? She sipped her drink with an aggravated pout. What a waste of an outfit.

The bore of the night taking its toll on her, she began reaching the point where she was downing her drinks and replacing them fast enough to earn judgemental glances from the waiters. To her saving grace and answered prayers, something worth being here finally set itself into motion. Luna’s gaze was filled with a devious gleam that rivaled an impish demon, the look penetrating even through her mask.

None other than the Lasombra filtered their way into the ballroom, their presence sending a shockwave of whispers to lap over the crowd. She smiled, the tips of her fangs gently poking like a needle against her deep red lips. Now all she had to wait for was a show.

Mizuki waved to her as she saw Luna in the distance.The poor thing. So timid and unsure of herself in the midst of all the attention being drawn her way. A bit too innocent for Luna’s taste, but she did like having someone around who was still new and reactive to things she herself had long since been dead to. It was rejuvenating, in a way.

A roaming waiter passed on her right, just as Mizuki excused herself from talking with Selene. Perfect timing. She grabbed two drinks this time around, shrugging off the waiter’s stunned and hesitant gaze. Luna shook her head gently to readjust her falling golden waves, pushing up her chest to fully display her bountiful cleavage before making her way over to Mizuki.

Luna sidled up behind Mizuki, pushing herself up close to the girl’s ear as she whispered. “You look like you needed this,” She held up the champagne flute with a perfectly manicured hand. She followed Mizuki’s gaze to the Vieru vampire, Theodore. A sneer began to creep up onto Luna’s face at the sight of the man. What a buzz kill.

“Got your sights set on a good meal, do you?” She teased Mizuki. “You’ll probably go hungry tonight,” She gestured over in his direction. “I’ve seen Katarina determined before, and she sure doesn’t have any plans of holding back. She’ll devour him whole tonight.”

Luna took a sip from her glass, eyeing the girl as she did so. “Don’t worry, I can find you something much more delicious that’ll make you forget all about him.”

 

[Razvi-sama]

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Mizuki | Katarina
Location: Vieru Ballroom
Mood: Flustered, grateful| Mood: Annoyed, playful
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Katarina burst into laughter as Theo echoed her words, leaning her body further into his side to keep him locked in place. Chest pressed tentatively against his arm, "...oh, but don't worry your pretty little head, dear", she cooed softly against him, "...I'll make sure you're perfectly taken care of, so I guess you're not that fucked...unless you want to", she snickered, biting her lower lip as her eyes trailed after the Lasombra. Their leaders were drifting from one social group to another, paying their respects. Like two bumbling butterflies. Well, their right-hand Charlotte, more specifically. She even stopped in front of Samantha to pay her respects. Pressing a delicate kiss to her knuckles. Her smile seemed rather...tight, though. Right? Maybe she was imagining it. She didn't necessarily care for such politics, though. Not when she had...decadent dessert splayed out for her to enjoy at any moment.

Yet, something twisted nastily within her gut as she felt his grip around her loosen. Thankfully, Katarina managed to urge him away, guiding his attention back towards her as she looked to Mizuki with light disdain. She didn't like airy, giddy women. She always felt they acted like such just to gather superficial attention. Theodore deserved much better, and lucky him that "much better" was right beside him, no?

Katarina squealed her glee as he finally agreed, returning to her as she motioned to guide him away and towards the bar. He was soon matching her sly little grin and a flutter of excitement bubbled inside of her. Perfect. This party wasn't going to be as much as a bore as she had originally assumed. She skipped back to the bar, waiving down the bartender as she looked to Theodore. She peeled away from him, enough to turn around and press her back against the bar's counter, elbows propped over the black marble, "Okay, Theo, love, pick your poison", she hummed, looking to the bartender with a sharp gaze, "And, we'll require a bottle out of anything he chooses...to go, preferably...don't you think?", she hummed, raising her hand to lightly 'walk' her fingers up his forearm.

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Mizuki rose her gaze up as she watched Samantha and Layla swam into the ocean of people that laid ahead, eager to get a word from her on the current situation. And, what exactly would that current situation be? Her own Clan...Mizuki wasn't deaf or blind, and despite her girlish and innocent appearance, she wasn't necessarily as gullible as many in her community thought her to be, sometimes even in her own home. Which was why she had growing concerns about them and her so called "family" each passing day. The whisperings, the shuffling about. She noticed it all, and most importantly, she felt like an outsider.

Which was why she absolutely adored Samantha. She was incredibly indebted to Lasombra, but the Vieru have always treated her so kindly. Hell, even the Assur had members she felt rather comfortable with. More of a comradery. Sure, she had Gabriella, but...well...

Mizuki rose her gaze as she turned to look for her friend, wondering if she should simply drift back towards her. She was about to step away from the crowds, slink back towards a nearby column or corner, when...She smiled, gasping sharply in surprise before she burst out in a trickle of giggles. How could she not smile when such a beautiful woman had slithered her way towards her? She shook her head, grinning to the woman and confidently showing off her fangs to her, "That obvious, hm?", she sighed as she extended her hand to gratefully accept the champagne flute from Luna.

Luna, a fearless and fierce woman who was never to be trifled with. Luna...a woman Mizuki, to a certain extent, aspired to be. Confident, radiant. Absolutely entrancing. She had met the vampire many years ago in multiple art galleries, the two drifting towards one another slowly but surely. A natural chemistry based off of attracting your opposite. Cliché, sure. But, it was true in this case. She didn't feel so vulnerable around Luna, and oddly? She felt...safe. Mindlessly, she even stepped closer to the vampire's side, her eyes always finding their way back towards him--Mizuki's eyes widened as she whipped her attention down to Luna and her bold statement, clearly thrown off and flustered by such an accusation, "I-I have no idea what you're talking about", she laughed nervously, sheepishly lowering her eyes down to her glass. Yet, as she continued, even Mizuki couldn't help her frown, "Ah, well...", her chest clenched painfully, and it wasn't the first time she felt this way. It was...something she couldn't necessarily describe or understand. All she knew is that it happened, always in regards to him, "It's not like that", she admitted, as she played with the rim of her glass, "We've worked together on a few occasions, I admire his work more than anything. Was simply hoping for maybe a moment alone with him, speak with him, but...as you say...Katarina isn't planning on letting go", she hummed, daring herself to rise her gaze back towards the couple. Her pupils slid into slits momentarily as instinct consumed her for just a moment.

Katarina, who was eagerly pulling him away...even taking a moment to look over her shoulder towards Mizuki with a...smile. I won. Is all Mizuki could interpret from such a grin. She looked away. It wasn't really her business, "Well, they're consenting adults, aren't they?", she bounced back, returning to normal and flashing a smile for Luna, "Besides, he and I do not have that sort of relationship. I hope he's...ravished, as you say", she murmured.

Ah, but it was at Luna's generous offer that Mizuki could not help but giggle, shaking her head, "Do not fret, friend, I am not in search for a companion. You can keep your delicacies to yourself, if you wish", she teased playfully, winking to the woman, "I appreciate the offer, nonetheless...I actually...am thankful it was you, of all people, to have approached me", she admitted, "It's been weird and it doesn't help that everyone seems to be staring at us", she added, wearily looking at her surroundings.

Mizuki returned her eyes over Luna's beautiful form, her gaze turning a little sheepish, "...though", she mumbled, "...I don't...think I'd go..."hungry"...if it were him", she mused softly, "There's a reason he's so popular, no? You should give him a chance", she jested softly, a soft laugh leaving her. She was starting to think maybe she should leave early..."Are you enjoying yourself at the party?", she asked, kindly.

 

[Pepsionne]

Theodore | Luna
Location: Vieru Ballroom
Mood: Entranced | Mood: Haughty, Blasé

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Theodore could only seem to muster a smirk in response to Katarina’s blatantly scandalous teasing. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, but it was as effective as always. Her soft chest pressed hard into his body and her trilling, enticing voice was enough to bring any man to his knees. Theo was no exception.

He ran a hand through his dark hair when they reached the bar, regathering his thoughts from the churning, sinking pool that the alcohol and his hormones had begun brewing. Theodore let a deep breath escape his lungs, the gold chain hanging from his suit vest glittering brightly from the movement.

Theodore placed his elbows on the smooth granite of the bar, crossing his fingers together to serve as a platform to rest his chin. His blue eyes scanned the glass bottles that lined the back wall, their positions perfectly aligned and glittering elegantly under the ballroom light.

He cast a sideways look at Katarina as she emphasized the words To go. He watched her elegant fingers inch their way up his arm, each little step pulling him deeper into a haze. Although he wasn’t surprised at her occasional tendencies when it came to him, she seemed to be laying it on a little thick tonight. He couldn’t help the feeling that she was trying to distract him or keep him out of something while she could. He also couldn’t help that it was working.

Theodore pulled his eyes away from Katarina’s hand. He cleared his throat to dissipate the thickening fog in his mind before rightening his posture, pulling down stiffly on the lapels of his vest to smooth the rich black fabric.

“Two French Seventy Fives and we’ll take the bottle of gin too.” He looked over at Katarina and shot her a sly wink. If they were going to get wasted, they might as well do it in style.

The bartender gave them both a curt nod before shuffling away quickly to prepare their cocktails. Theodore turned to face the same direction as Katarina, the cold pressure of the bar counter pressing into his back. His eyes were drawn to Samantha’s glittering figure like a moth to flame. Even in a hazy state, she was always his beacon of light. She was like a home to him.

Charlotte was speaking with Samantha jovially, as if the sun never stopped shining. Theodore furrowed his brow at the Lasombra’s demeanor. A sickening feeling shot deep into his chest, yet he couldn’t find a place for it. After all, it was a celebration and she was talking to the woman of the hour, who wouldn’t be jovial. His focus shot over to Maximus as he stepped up to Samantha next, placing a rough looking hand on the small of her back. Theodore’s muscles tightened instinctively as he watched the interaction. Maybe it was his protectiveness, maybe it was jealousy. Maximus took a step back from Samantha to continue their conversation, his posture rigid with a sense of confidence and power. The man seemed to ooze the feeling of superiority, even with the whispers and rumors flying around him.

The bartender’s voice drew Theo away from his observation. He turned around to pick up the two drinks slid forward on the counter. He raised one up in a toast before handing it to Katarina. “To the start of a memorable night.”

Theodore took the sleek glass bottle from the counter afterwards. “Let’s find a table to drink at, yeah?”

He took a sip of the bubbly drink, eyes continually drawn to Samantha’s direction. Even as they walked together through the crowd, his eyes darted between Katarina and their conversation at hand and Samantha in the distance.

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Luna laughed heartily at Mizuki’s obvious fumbling, the sound bobbing up and down like a chime in a gentle breeze. “I’ll take your word for it. It’s nothing, as you say.”

She noticed a hardened state wash over Mizuki suddenly as she observed the two in the distance. Luna couldn’t understand why the man drew so much attention and emotion all the time. It was like he was the star actor in some greek tragedy. All the cards continually fell around him. Sure, he was a pretty face but that couldn’t be all, could it? She’d much rather have someone with dimension and dynamism than that walking mannequin.

Luna was glad to see Mizuki’s elegant figure return to its soft, friendly manner after a short beat.

She shrugged at the denial of her offer. “More for me, darling.” Although impressive as she was, Luna knew the girl had her limits. After all, her timid, soft nature wasn’t just for show. There was a sort of sensibility and gentleness to her that Luna wouldn't understand. She probably never would.

Luna huffed in amusement at Mizuki’s suggestion. “Been there, done that,” She said haughtily. “Though I never did get to the tasting part. Theodore seemed to shy away too easily at most of my past times. I was barely able to hold on to him for half a night. And you know me, I like to savor most of my adventures.” Luna shrugged. “Anyways, it’s in the past. I push his buttons when I can, it’s fun to see him get so uptight.”

She hurriedly downed the rest of her champagne as a roaming waiter maneuvered past them, setting the glass down with a sharp clack before grabbing another.

“I’m enjoying the party as much as I can with all these Vieru present.” She sighed. “Now you throw in a bunch of human loving Lasombras and oh boy, it’s a big party.” Her tone was mocking and sarcastic. Luna looked at Mizuki with a sense of retraction. “Excepting you of course, my dear. You have far more taste than that clan seems to have in a million years.”

“Especially that fake bitch Charlotte.” Her almond eyes narrowed into hateful slits at the sight of the Lasombra right hand. “I never have liked her, truthfully. Always putting up this goody goody, sugar coated front, like she reads the angelic contract every night before bed. Please.” She scoffed, taking a long sip of the golden fizzing liquid from her new glass. By now, the copious glasses of champagne had finally begun to add up and hit her system. A light red flush colored Luna’s cheeks.

“But I digress, dear Mizuki. Tell me, are you enjoying yourself at this extravagant celebration of our adored Samantha? I know you’ve just arrived but it must be quite the adventure given the recent hibernation of your clan.”

 

[Razvi-sama]

Mizuki | Katarina | Samantha | Charlotte
Location: Vieru Ballroom
Mood: Playful, wary | Mood: Deceitful, seductive​

Oh, and Katarina knew the effect she had on men. She wouldn't necessarily consider herself a man eater, but she knew away men as easily and as carelessly as she did used tissues. She just wanted to have fun. No strings attached. None of that feel good, sappy emotional pillow talk bullshit. She was a woman who was open with her sexual liberation and she was comfortable with her body. No shame, and that was perfectly fine. As long as they were both consenting, and both having a good time, both...satisfied...It didn't matter, right? The importance people gave to sex honestly bored her. And, she already had someone in mind. As amusing as she found the woman, Katarina found Mizuki to be the black sheep of the Lasombra Clan, and while in most cases that would have interested her...she was the black sheep for all the wrong reasons, and she simply wanted to ensure that Theodore wasn't poisoned or ruined by such a personality. Maybe it was a hint of jealousy, maybe it was the possessive nature many vampires seemed to instinctively have...but someone so daft shouldn't smother such a fun and eccentric personality like Theodore.

So, to see Theodore return to her and offer her a sultry little smirk...it nearly made the vampire purr her delight as she drifted towards the bar, draped over Theodore's arm. She peeled herself away to casually lean over the bar's cool counter, using her fang to lightly gnaw at her lower lip playfully. Ah, she had been dying to see him all night~! Gods, it had become awfully boring without him! She had Lynell, who was fine, but he was too laid back and it often clashed with her personality as she was easily unamused. Plus, Theo was just so goddamn pretty. Look at him!

As she asked Theodore to pick tonight's choice in alcohol, Katarina's gaze roved over the bar's options. From Absinthe all the way to Jägermeister. Or a tasteful wine. Samantha's budget for the alcohol must have been huge. She sighed a little dreamily as she looked to Theodore, chest puffed out, preening a little for the vampire as her touch slowly went up his arm, her gaze...hungry.

His eyes looked hooded and glassy, and she knew she caught him into her little web. Good...good...She was doing good, right? Just as it had been expected of her, right...Maximus? Samantha's little pet was away and distracted, and really, she didn't mind. She liked Theodore in her own twisted way. They always had a nice little time together.

Katarina returned her gaze back to the bartender as Theodore seemed to shake away his little reverie, the man readily running off to fulfill their boozy orders. "A French Seventy-Five? My, don't you just have the finest of tastes. I like that", she cooed softly. As for the Gin, well...who doesn't like a good Gin to down? "Tonight's going to be a good night", she commented simply.

Theodore joined her side and all Katarina could do was smile. Pleased. She shuffled a little closer to him, their hips lightly brushing together as she followed her attention towards Samantha. Honestly, she was glowing at this point. She must have added a shimmering body cream, because her skin was luminous under the warm chandeliers.

Katarina flicked her gaze occasionally to Charlotte and Maximus, as the two held a casual conversation with Samantha. Layla stuck next to her leader like the loyal bitch she was. Oh, she couldn't stand her. Actually, he had quite a short temper for a lot of the other members from other clans. Theodore was the few she could stand due to how open minded and understanding he was. She personally believed he was a good mediator. Katarina glanced away, tired of looking of Charlotte's overused smile and Maximus'...well, his flair. He knew he was strong, powerful, and everyone knew he had connections to the Council. The whole Lasombra, actually...which was why she wanted to tug Theodore away from them as much as she could. He didn't need to involve himself in their sticky affairs.

Katarina perked up when the bartender returned with their drinks, "Thank you!", she responded politely, picking up her drink to echo Theodore's little toast. It was cute and it made Katarina smile, "To the start of a memorable night...and hopefully many more", she hummed softly, winking to the man as she followed after him. At first, she thought he was going to guide her out of the ballroom, taking the bottle to his room, and--But, he offered to find a table and Katarina swallowed back her disappointment, "Very well, you little tease", she giggled, bouncing right back as they maneuvered through the crowds, finding an empty table that was perfect for the two of them.

However...Katarina couldn't help but noticed how...distracted Theodore seemed to be, as she did her best to block his view from Samantha, "Oh, babe, come on...", she whined weakly, "...you have this view all to yourself and you have the audacity to look away?", she grinned, flashing her fangs at the man, "Are you worried for her?", she soon asked, her tone serious and soft as she motioned to sit down across from Theodore, "You seem to be a little anxious and quite honestly, I don't blame you after everything that has happened...but this is a party and there are a million of us. Plus, Samantha is...not someone to be reckoned with. Even I can admit that...so, come on...down your bottle and enjoy yourself, hm?", she smiled, her foot teasingly running up the inside of his leg, "...you don't want to hurt a little lady's feelings, right?", she bit her lip.

~​

Mizuki couldn't help a light pout as she looked to Luna who didn't sound all too convinced, but...at least she laughed and that influenced Mizuki's lips to curl up into a sweet smile.

Yet, for a moment, Mizuki almost felt as if she had lost herself. Animal instinct seemed to fiercely clutch over her mind like a thick fog. Thankfully, it was Luna's sweet voice that seemed to sooth the heavy anxiety that had settled over her chest. Mizuki spoke as if she was softly trying to reassure herself and convince herself that everything was okay and her anxiety had nothing to do with Theodore. Well, they're consenting adults, aren't they? Besides, he and I do not have that sort of relationship. I hope he's...ravished, as you say...Right?

They brushed passed the topic of Theodore and Katarina, while Mizuki turned to face Luna better, her back to the couple as she took occasional sips from her champagne. She let a soft little snort at Luna's little quip, rising her hand up to discretely hide her laughter. This was not the sort of conversation one would ever hear muttered in Lasombra. Maybe with Gabriella, but the woman was also much too sophisticated to be making such innuendos and witty comebacks. Speaking of the vampire, she hoped the woman was having fun.

At the offer that she give Theo a chance, Mizuki's brows rose up curiously, a bit of wonder painting her expression. He was...shy? One to turn down the advances of such a gorgeous woman like Luna? Ah, that wasn't something she necessarily would have expected from such a suave man. She smiled, wondering how many sides of him she had yet to experience...N-Not that she was expecting to...agh, never mind. Her cheeks warmed ever so slightly, seeming to have confused and flustered herself while she was lost in her own little musings, "You really do seem to love to cause mischief everywhere you go, hm?", she giggled, tilting her glass forward and lightly clinking Luna's drink in a soft chime, "Careful, people might confuse the two of you as an old married couple if you keep that up", she winked to the vampire, wanting to ruffle her own little feathers once in a while. She grinned and laughed, content with Luna's company, "...I haven't necessarily seen such a side of him. He always rather professional and respectful around me, very...very kind", she hummed, a hint of warm affection resting over her gaze as she stared down at her drink. She shrugged, "Hopefully I'll get to see him around the city soon, I've decided to go back to work. I have a meeting tomorrow with a few exhibition halls, so wish me luck~!", she chimed cheerfully, completely lighting up, "Soon, we'll go back to having different opinions over art galleries and composition", she chortled, clearly amused.

Mizuki watched, impressed, as the vampire downed her third glass while she was still nursing her first. She nodded along to Luna's words to assure the vampire she was listening. She hid her smile behind the rim of her glass, trying not to look as humored as she was by Luna's sarcasm, "Of course, of course", she laughed, her cheeks flushed contentedly as she was flattered by the woman's compliment, "Thank you~! Coming from you, that's quite the praise, isn't it?", she hummed, peeking around the ballroom, not feeling as self-conscious as she originally did. Maybe she could see Luna tomorrow in the city, share a coffee...thank her for her hospitality.

There were many biases and stereotypes made towards the Assur Clan. That they were all blood thirty fiends who had a tendency to violence. That they were vulgar and crude, and supposedly...as a Lasombra, Mizuki had to dislike them. She had to turn her nose upwards and stalk away, but she...actually had a tiny soft spot for them all. Especially Luna. Luna could be a little blunt and cold sometimes, but that's what she liked about her. Her honesty, because sometimes she felt like there was too much whispering going about the Lasombra home...She was a little too different from them all, merely joining them because she thought that they were adamant in their mission to keep the peace between their kind, general supernaturals...and humans. Now...now...she wasn't so sure about that. It was merely a gut feeling. Most likely nothing. She had brought up her worries to Gabriella, but the vampire didn't think much of it. So, Mizuki tried not to either.

"Well, at least the drink is free, the food is good, and Samantha looks beautiful", Mizuki gushed softly, "Plus, you're here and everywhere is a party if you're around!", she smiled, wiggling her brows for the woman.

Oh! At Luna's sharp statement about Charlotte, Mizuki nearly choked on her drink mid-way, gasping as her eyes widened in surprise, "Luna!", she hissed in a soft whisper, looking around to ensure no one listened. She needed to summon strength from the gods in order to ensure she didn't burst out laughing right then and there, but it was hard and it was clear that Luna's statement had built a bubble of laughter within her. Mizuki's gaze followed after Luna's, her eyes settling over Charlotte. The right-hand woman to their leader, Maximus.

They were standing before Samantha, simply talking to her, most likely paying their respects. Charlotte held a faint and kind smile, a smile that seemed to almost be ever-present in Mizuki's mind. She's never seen the woman...not smile. Samantha was nodding along to their words, gesturing around to the ballroom before she extending a hand towards the both of them to shake their hands. Most likely thanking them for coming. Charlotte was leaning back against Maximus' touch, leaning into her side as she looked to Samantha with a look...Mizuki couldn't really understand, in that moment...but would one day come to learn that it was...contempt hidden between her sickening smile.

Whatever it was, Mizuki's instincts yelled at her, but they were her leaders, people who nourished her to be the woman she was today. So, she turned a blind eye to it. Something she too would one day regret. She looked to Luna, "A-Ah, I don't know. I can understand why people would think that way, but she's the same at home as she is anywhere, actually", she admitted, rising her hand up to tug at a strand of her hair mindlessly, "...so, at this point...either she's the greatest actress this world has ever seen or she's just...as she is", she murmured, but even she didn't have the strength to add sincerity to her tone. She peeked up to Luna upon seeing the light flush dust at her cheeks and she smiled. She looked very cute!

As the inquiry was soon returned towards her, Mizuki couldn't help but shrug, "I'm not really comfortable in big crowds, but even I have to admit it's rather nice to go out every once in a while", she hummed, "...but I think I might retire pretty early. I said my condolences to Samantha, had a pleasant conversation, nice champagne...I might stick around for a little while more before going home", she admitted, looking a little bashfully to Luna, "I won't keep you long from all of your suitors. There's a man a few feet away from you who has been eyeing you nonstop", she hummed, grinning to the woman.

 

[Pepsionne]

Theodore | Luna
Location: Vieru Ballroom
Mood: Worried, Bewildered/Panicked | Mood: Skeptical, considerate​

Luna smiled at Mizuki’s startled appearance to her harsh statements. She wasn’t one to mince words, she liked to say what she meant with a clear purpose. There was typically no convoluting what Luna said, regardless of who she spoke to.

“If I’ve learned anything from my time on this Earth, and it’s been quite some time I promise you,” She winked towards Mizuki, “It’s that no one can be that perfect. Everyone has a dark side, everyone is capable of anger.” Her eyes looked towards Charlotte in the distance. “The most dangerous people, are the ones who are good at hiding it.”

She smiled softly at Mizuki’s sheepish demeanor. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. The best parties are the smallest ones anyways.” Luna winked playfully, tossing back a lock of her golden hair. “I’m sure Samantha won’t mind, she’s got plenty of company to entertain her in the meantime.”

Luna cast a glance over at the man Mizuki mentioned, a devious smile trickling its way onto her face. “That’s to be expected. He looks appetizing enough, though. Worth entertaining for now, we’ll see if he holds up later though.” Luna gave Mizuki’s shoulder a gentle squeeze before readjusting her posture and hair. She walked seductively towards the man, all hips and smooth curves, leaving Mizuki to the crowd once more.

--

Theodore took his eyes off of Samantha at Katarina’s complaints. He searched her playful face as she spoke, sea blue eyes begging him for attention. “Of course I wouldn’t want to waste this view. I can feel the jealousy echoing off of the walls in this room. But--you’re right. I’m worried for her. There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.” He smiled lightly, the action barely pulling at the muscles in his face. “Frankenstein. Always suits well in times of distress.” The faint facade of joy fled quickly from his face, its replacement a somber, stoic expression. “Ever since I saw Maximus and Charlotte walk in with the Lasombra, I don’t know. There’s been a sort of sinking feeling deep in the pit of my stomach. Maybe it’s instinct, I think it’s too sluggish to be jealousy.”

Theodore looked back out to where Samantha stood, her companions now a pair of well esteemed Vieru members from Germany. Her eyes trailed over from the conversation at hand to meet his. Even though they were a ballroom, and copious people, away, he could feel her reassurance. Theo took a long sip of the drink before him, barely leaving a meager drop left in the glass. “You’re right though. I don’t want to spend my whole night worrying. Certainly not if I’m going to be hurting my favorite girl’s feelings, huh?”

Theo slid forward by Katarina’s side, placing an arm around her waist. He brought her closer to him softly. “But soft!” He said, voice dripping with mocking dramaticism, “What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and you, my dear Kat, are the sun.” He placed a gentle kiss on her neck, his fangs applying gentle pressure into the skin. He pulled away, his half chuckle spilling with tantalizing notes.

Theodore, with his arm still around Kat, poured himself another drink, only this time it was pure gin. He took a hardy swallow of the cool, clear liquid before refilling it once more. “Guess it’s time I pay my dues huh?” His blue eyes, turning grey as they began glassing over from the alcohol, took in the bottle for some time. “A whole bottle,” He trailed. “I can’t believe the shit I get myself into sometimes.” Theodore shot a sly look to Katarina out of the corner of his eyes. “Want to double the anty? Let’s say--whoever can down more glasses the fastest owes the other, hmm--anything they want.”

To his surprise, Katarina agreed to his game, and down the shots went. Before he knew it, the bottle was empty, and the room felt suddenly more chaotic. He looked around, eyes lethargic as the alcohol began to dumb down his movements.

He looked sideways at Katarina before saying. “I need to get some fresh air. Meet me outside? I’ll grab us another bottle.” He threw her a sloppy smile before moving on through the crowd, his normally elegant stance becoming slightly clumsy and less coordinated. Although for as much as he had drank, his movements still portrayed much of the formal and confident character within.

Theodore eventually made his way back over to the bar, leaning on a portion of the counter by the wall. The cool granite was refreshing against his hot skin. Why was it so hot in here?

His head shot up as the noise levels of the ballroom inclined sharply. Theodore craned his neck to see what the commotion was, leaning precariously left and right to gain vantage over the wildly milling bodies.

“Samantha of the Clan Vieru,” A deep voice boomed over the cacophony of sound. The bustling crowd and the noise it brought with it halted in a uniform wave, as if someone had squeezed all the air from the room, making it impossible to breathe.

“You are being placed under arrest for suspicion of murder in the first degree upon a member of the Grand Council.” The voice continued.

Theodore’s stomach somersaulted over itself, the gin not doing any favors to ease the nausea that immediately flooded his system. Muscles tense and pupils slit in reaction to his intense feeling of panic, Theodore made a move to run to the center of the ballroom, where he could see just pieces of Samantha’s figure.

Before he could move much further than a step from where he was, a hard hand pressed violently into his chest with a panicked movement, effectively stopping Theodore in his tracks. He looked to his right with a bewildered glance, his mind stumbling over the events at hand.

“You’re Theodore Griffith, of Clan Vieru,” The man’s eyes were wide and pleading, begging for him to say yes. They were red rimmed and bloodshot, as if he hadn’t gotten a decent amount of sleep in days.

Theodore placed a hand on his chest instinctively as he let out a deep breath. He winced at the cold, wet feeling that stuck to his palm from the action. It was only after pulling it away did he see that it was covered in blood. His eyes shot back up towards the man, who he now noticed was plastered with blood in various places.

Although all of Theodore’s instincts were telling him to help the man, his body seemed to have a mind of its own, continually pulling his attention over to Samantha.

“Are you Theodore?” The man asked again, his tone more urgent and aggressive. “Going over there will not save Samantha,” He said, "But I have something that may."

At the mention of her name, Theodore’s attention was rebounded back like a stretched rubber band to his own situation. Blinking emptily at the man, unsure of how to respond, he said, “Yes?”

The man grabbed his hands with a violent grip, pressing a hard piece of plastic into his palm as he did so. The commotion in the ballroom picked up once more as people hurriedly moved to follow the Council as they escorted Samantha out. Theodore looked over as she moved across the room, her figure regal, her face straining to remain composed. The man was still talking to him, but with the alcohol and the shock of the situation, it sounded like white noise.

It was only after Samantha’s figure disappeared from the ballroom, seemingly taking the glistening shine of the atmosphere with her, did Theodore manage to give his full attention back to the man. His eyes landed on an empty air instead.

Theodore looked around at the milling figures, their gossiping remarks and startled whispers filling the hole the Council had left. He opened the palm of his hand to see a small black flashdrive placed within it, covered in blood and glistening in the light.

 

[Razvi-sama]

Mizuki | Katarina | Layla| ???
Location: Vieru Ballroom
Mood: Scared, confused | Mood: Drunk, seductive, careless | Mood: Angry, confused, worried​

Despite Luna's scandalous comments, Mizuki couldn't help her smile as it echoed the vampire's. She liked how unfiltered Luna was, which honestly made Mizuki trust in her. She knew the vampire would never lie to her or try to be someone she was not. She admired that greatly.

Mizuki couldn't help her little giggle at Luna's wink, though her smile did falter momentarily as her eyes drifted back towards Charlotte, Luna's words surrounding her, "...no one can be that perfect", she echoed, nodding along to the woman's statements. She supposed she could believe there was truth behind what she was saying. She simply never saw...Charlotte or Maximus falter. They were "perfect" in every way. Role models. But, it was Luna's last statement...that would stick with Mizuki for years to come.

Mizuki broke out of her reverie, lost in Luna's sweet voice, as she heard the woman call her 'sweetheart'. Ah, she was soft for this vampire, what could she say? "Good, something we both agree on", she hummed casually, though was quickly reassured that she could leave early for the evening. She was right, Samantha, out of everyone, would understand...knowing Mizuki grew weary in large events.

With that, Mizuki rose a hand to offer Luna a small wave, chuckling softly at her saucy insinuations. Her cheeks colored, but her smile was bright and warm as she wished Luna an lovely evening, unaware of the eyes that had settled over her for the evening. Mizuki deflated the moment Luna walked away, her touch lingering over her should even though she was long gone. She truly was a beauty, wasn't she? She sighed contentedly as she drifted off towards the side, wanting to be as far away from surrounding figures. She found a quiet wall to lean against as her eyes wandered off into the distance. She slid a tiny moleskin notebook and red pencil form her clutch before she slid it under her arm. And there, in the small space she had built for herself, she simply began to sketch people. Their clothing, their movements...Theodore.

~​

"Fitz-who? Oh, that boring novelist", Katarina chuckled, shrugging as she couldn't be bothered with such dull topics. One would never see Katarina with her face stuffed in a book, "You always lose me when you go into your complex and silly little rambles. Point is, you have nothing to worry about", she cooed softly, "She's a big girl and she'll be able to handle herself, don't you think? I think you're just a little anxious, the Lasombra are annoying, but they're not evil. It's fine, come on, let's not ruin a perfectly good evening. Hm?", she grinned and winked, insistently tugging him further and further away from Samantha. "You're still so young, you're still a babe! You haven't nurtured your instinct, so you're simply being paranoid...anxious...but do not fret, let me help you relax...", she purred, as she flicked a glance back towards Samantha who was laughing and entertaining her guests. Though, she discretely noted the small and silent back and forth between Samantha and Theodore. The two sharing...a look. Samantha's held a warm, maternal reassurance, though...before she returned back to her guests with a nod. Yes, she was listening.

Katarina was drawn back by Theodore's charm as he seemed to bounce back to their conversation at hand, her company. Good, she still got it.

Katarina sat down across from Theodore, dragging her foot up his inner thigh just to tease him. She watched him with an impish smile as he began to down his first drink. She pushed the bottle of gin his way to continue their little binge, preening a little at his compliment, "Oh, favorite girl? I'll hold you to that, my dear Theo...", she hummed, looking past his shoulder to see a...figure at a distance...staring at them. They were completely still, and for a moment, Katarina wasn't sure if they were even male or female. Covered from head to toe in black. What the--? She blinked, and they vanished...yet she couldn't help but shudder...Thankfully, Theodore's back was to them, as she didn't want him to get too distracted--Katarina gasped, returning her attention to Theodore as he slid her seat closer to his. His arm had snaked around her waist rather snuggly, his lips dripping with dramatics as he cooed a soft poem in a near whisper just for her. Oh, he was cute. Not her type, at all. A little too sappy and romantic for her taste, but he made her feel special, so what could she say? Katarina twisted her body in her seat, turning towards him as she nestled against his side perfectly. She exposed her neck to him to allow him better access, a giggle rumbling through her from how his fangs tickled her porcelain skin, "...I'll be anything you want me to be, Theo...as long as you promise to be my moon, so that I can pray for an eclipse", she caught his lips in a tender little kiss. Oh, how simple men were...

Ah, she watched as Theodore was slowly becoming a drunken mess, eager to drag him away to his room to enjoy the rest of the evening in private. Away from prying eyes and away from Samantha's smothering and "reassuring" presence. Away from the clans. Away from the sneaking suspicion that someone was watching them from beyond the crowds...Katarina was drawn back to Theodore as he began to refill his drink time and time again. His gaze was unfocused and glassy and all she could do was smile, "Plus, it seems like the one always pulling you into said shit is none other but moi! But, you know you love it", she snickered, her eyes widening with a mischievous glint, "Oh, honey. Fine, I'll play along", she smiled as she downed her drink, hardly even flinching as she quickly refilled her cup with straight, raw gin, "But, I have a sneaking suspicion that I...will win".

~​

The ball went on with twirling skirts, drunken laughter, and sensual music. Vampires knew how to party in style, with their elegant flair and sultry auras.

But, for Katarina and and Theodore, it was shot...after shot...after shot...no stylish or graceful gestures or movements. Just an empty bottle, a spinning ballroom, and fuzzy people. Katarina was a giggling mess as she leaned lazily against Theodore, eyelids heavy, lips curled up in a breezy smile. She tilted her head back to acknowledge the vampire, fresh air sounded...tempting. As lovely as the dance and the useless chatter was, the air was thick with the warmth of heated bodies. Heated in a literal and figurative sense. She was certainly feeling rather...warm, "...okay, bunny...but next stop is your bedroom, right?", she hummed, pushing herself away from Theodore and expertly stumbling her way towards the veranda, feeling the cool air against her cheeks. Okay...okay...so now, all that was left to do was drag him away. Away from the ballroom, before--.

Sharp gasps and cries followed upon the sudden appearance of the Vampiric Council. They pushed through the valet, announcing themselves by simply raising their left hands to reveal a golden ring with a skull insignia carved in. A tale-tell sign that the Council had arrived. They wore long, silken robes and looked to be practically gliding as they walked with authority and confidence, barging in through the front doors and immediately targeting...the woman of the hour.

Samantha.

Layla's eyes widened as she stepped forward protectively while the crowds around them instinctively parted like the Red Sea, leading the Council directly to Samantha, leader self-proclaimed mother of the Clan Vieru.

But, Samantha...rested a hand over Layla's shoulder and quietly pushed her aside, shaking her head. No. This needed to happen. The booming voice announced their presence, announced their reason for such an intrusive appearance. The ballroom's noise and chatter had fallen to a deathly silence. Samantha Vieru was under arrest...and all the vampire did...was smile and laugh. It was a dry, lethargic little chortle, but a laugh no less as she simply shrugged, "I don't really remember having invited the Council--".

"Silence!", hissed one of the Councilman, a man named Andrey. Commonly known to be the Head of the Council's dog, "We will not put up with such insolence...come silently", he ordered simply as Samantha simply shrugged.

"W-Wait...", Layla's voice was practically breathless, almost as if the air was being sucked out directly from her lungs. She quickly, shakily, darted her hand towards Samantha's wrist to keep her from walking forward, from keeping her from leaving. This wasn't right! This was utter bullshit--! But, again...Samantha shook her head, leaning down to press a kiss to Layla's cheek, "...all will be well", whispered the vampire cryptically as she motioned to face the Council. Her pupils had fallen into slits, easily, but her back was straight and her chin was tilted back imperiously.

Samantha took a step forward towards the Council.

~​

Mizuki had enjoyed the small moment she had taken for herself in order to gather a small breather. She sketched away a few wonderful gowns and suits, but none were as impressive as Theodore's stylish outfit for the night. She had eyed the vampire with a casual lens, simply sketching away impartially, barely noticing his company or the people around him. She remembered a particular week she had been suffering a bit of an art block, as she liked to design and sew on her free time. No ideas had come to mind in that moment, as she felt frustratingly stuck. Until she saw...Theodore. He made anything look good and the ideas started to flow with ease! He was perfect! And, it didn't surprise her that he was rather popular within their community. That was actually good! He should be praised! Mizuki smiled as she finished her a few croquis. She peeked away to offer the man his privacy, silently apologizing to him for having used him as an unwanted muse. Who could be next--?

"You seem rather obsessed with the poor boy, kind of makes you a bit of a creep, don't you think?", a strange voice question beside her. They whistled, eyes scanning of the pages.

Mizuki jumped, gasping sharply as she leaned away from the shadowy figure beside her. She stared up at the...man beside her who was grinning down roguishly at her, yet his gaze was intense with a murderous intent..."...um...he's just a friend a-and--", her voice was meek and mousy, as all she wanted to do was walk away. Her sketchbook and pencil were tightly pressed against her chest.

"And?", the figure interrupted, "Come on, where's your backbone? Your vampire pride? Does he know you're friends? Honestly, it's quite pathetic", they laughed, and Mizuki could have sworn she heard another voice laced within his own. Who...was this man? She's never seen him before.

"...stay away from Theodore, or I'll kill you. Got it, sweet cheeks?", they hummed in a soft singsong, almost as if they had been joking. Mizuki noted how calculated and elegant his movements seemed to be, how sharp his stare was. Who...?

Mizuki's attention was brought to the center of the ballroom, the Council storming through the front and confronting...Samantha? No, that...this didn't make any sense! She almost forgot about her angry stranger, looking back to see they had...disappeared. S...She couldn't focus on that right now! Her body moved without thinking, darting forward as Samantha stepped towards the Council.

They shackled her wrists with iron laced with a venomous silver. That disgusting silver...how dare they?! They were going to hurt her! She ran forward as Samantha looked as regal as ever, looking straight ahead and never wavering. Her step was confident and all Mizuki could do was push through the crowds. Lies! Lies! Where was Charlotte or Maximus? Mizuki looked around her. Why weren't they putting a stop to this? Samantha was clearly being wrongfully--!

Mizuki stopped short as Layla practically slammed into her, keeping Mizuki from moving any closer, "Lies!", the vampire cried out as she pointed at the Council, "There has to be some sort of mistake--!".

"Mizuki, calm down", Layla choked, keeping the vampire steeled where she stood as the Council barely looked her way, as the people's mutterings and whisperings drowned out her panicked cries. "...there's nothing we can do...I know how you feel, but...right now...all we can do is let her go. She knows what she's doing", Layla insisted, looking back to see Samantha waiver for just a moment...and it was to look to Theodore, her right man.

Samantha paused momentarily, looking to Theodore and offering a single nod to him...her gaze was...sad. Warm and affectionate...but sad. It was his turn, now. She was shoved forward and she frowned, beginning to move forward as she ignored the discomfort around her wrists. Whisperings and hissings trailed after her, and the moment she disappeared...the ballroom erupted with gossiping and mutterings.

Layla looked to Mizuki, "Leave. Go home, go rest, but...it's best if you're not here...be safe", she offered, squeezing the woman's shoulder before she ran off in search for Theodore. Mizuki was left confused and bewildered. She felt...empty...as she shakily took one step back, and then another, and then another before she ran away...

~​

Layla shoved through crowds and hissed at people to get the fuck out of her way! She quickly maneuvered her way expertly through the curious onlookers. As she ran her way through, she swore she saw the Lasombra elders whispering and smiling amongst themselves...but truly she was much too preoccupied with Theodore's' safety and well being to be standing around staring at a bunch of assholes.

Layla reached the man's side, practically crash into him as she gripped onto him almost desperately, "Theo, we--!", she cried out, moving around him as she saw he was covered in blood. There was no one in front of him, he was simply staring at some empty space. W-Was he okay? "Theo, what happened, we--fuck!", she hissed. She grabbed another Vieru member's arm, snatching them close to her side, "We are getting rid of everyone, tell the others, kick everyone out. I'm putting Theodore to bed", she insisted. The man nodded as he began to round others of their clan to start herding everyone out. They cried out that the party was over and to respectfully leave. Amongst the whispers, there were cries of disappointments...but eventually...people began to pile out one by one.

Layla practically scooped Theodore to her side, running on pure adrenaline as she hardly noticed whatever Theodore had in his hand. She needed to gather a few packs of blood, sober him up so she could ask him questions. If she bombarded him now in this current state, he wouldn't understand and most likely become overwhelmed.

There was no sign of Katarina or the Lasombra. People were leaving, and there were leaved with broken hearts and a panicked mindset. They were the talk of their community as the question was now brought up: who would lead the Vieru now?

~

Location: Ralph's Coffee
Mood: Anxious​

It appeared in the Underworld's elaborate printing press. The scandal from last night.

Mizuki had gathered a copy of today's newspaper as a stack appeared on the Lasombra's front door. She was on her way out, for her meeting with a prestigious exhibition hall who was interested in her most recent work. Plus, she was thankful for the distraction. She just...needed to get out of the house. She couldn't stand the whispers, she couldn't stand the talking. Plus...she had gotten chastised by Charlotte and Maximus for having made a scandal at the party. All she could do was hang her head in shame.

Last night, Mizuki thankfully found Gabriella on her way out and insisting they had to leave. She asked the vampire if she could sleep with her tonight, as she was too shaken to sleep on her own for the evening. That didn't keep her elder's from yelling at her, saying she was an embarrassment. She had gone to bed burrowed against Gabriella's side, wanting the ground to eat her whole as her mind spun anxiously.

Today was a new day, but the day was filled with murmurings. She hoped the Vieru were okay...She sighed, stuffing the folded newspaper under her arm before she took a car service downtown, right in the heart of New York City.

After her meeting had gone rather successfully, Mizuki decided to celebrate by going to a local café she adored. Naturally, she went to Ralph’s Coffee. It was nestled into the Ralph Lauren store on Fifth Ave., so she took this opportunity to sketch a few fashionable pedestrians who walked by the café's window. But, the inspiration had come and gone as she was riddled with anxiety and nerves, her hands shaking as she peeked down to the newspaper to her side. She didn't know what to do. Nothing felt right. Something was wrong and she had no idea who or how to express herself. So much happened last night that left her with a lot of uneasiness and questions. Today...was a day full of sighs.

Spoiler: Misc.

Mizuki's outfit the next day + Location

 

[Pepsionne]

Theodore Griffith
Mood: Disheveled, anxious
Location: Vieru Mansion, Ralph's Coffee​

Spoiler: extras

Outfit: Daylight Ring:

Theodore walked down the street with a brisk stride, his red rimmed eyes scanning the dirty sidewalk as he moved.

His figure shuffled shoulders with the occasional passerby he failed to notice or simply care enough to navigate around, earning him a dirty look here and there. Even though he had his daylight ring on, the beaming rays of the late morning sun were making his skin crawl more than usual. He shifted around awkwardly in his clothes, swallowing hard around the growing agitation in his throat. Theodore, in simple terms, was a goddamn mess that morning.

He barely slept a wink after Layla had to practically drag him from the ballroom. If she was in shock, she didn't show it. Maybe she couldn't. With Theo the way he was, there wasn't any room for her emotions to play out.

She had helped him sober and clean himself up, leaving only when Theo looked to be in a stable condition. His emotional scarring would be inevitable, but she at least made sure he was clean and comfortable.

After Layla had left him alone, Theodore's mind went in circles around the situation that had happened, thinking over and over and over again about what he could have done differently. What he didn't sense, what he failed to protect Samantha from. That sinking, festering feeling in his stomach that he just, ignored, for the sake of hopefully getting laid that night. His eyes had burned from the angry tears that pooled on his water line. Why had he been so stupid?

It wasn't until the sun had begun to crest over the horizon, its early rays sending the sky into a silky pink and blue, that he remembered the flash drive thrust into his possession by the mysterious man. His mind had been so wrapped around Samantha and his failure to save her that he had forgotten the most mysterious moment of the night.

Theodore shot up from his lounging position and scrambled through the haphazard pile of his clothes from earlier in the night, hoping Layla hadn't confiscated the piece. Through the layers of smooth rich fabric, his palm hit something hard, the flash drive.

He pulled out the small piece from within the folds of his discarded clothes, scraping off the flaked, dried blood in the hopes that whatever was on it would play.

His bloodshot eyes stared blankly at his open laptop, waiting impatiently for the inserted flash drive to pop up. His nerves began to fray at the sight of a sound byte nestled into a folder contained within the device. He clicked on it after a moment of tense deliberation. Was he about to hear something traumatic?

The soft sound of rustling movement filled the empty silence that was around him. The sound was like someone shuffling around in their seat uncomfortably. When the rustling began to lighten and slow in volume, a familiar deep voice made the hair on his neck stand.

Theodore's eyes had narrowed into slits at the sound of the voice. Maximus.

"I want to thank you all for meeting here today," Maximus said, his voice dipping up and down in volume from the recording, "I know we are all very busy members, and this time is valued.. It is through these meetings, however, that we were able to lay out a solid framework for our plan to enact now." There was a light amount of applause, followed by more rustling and static. The sound drowned out Maximus' voice as he picked up his speech again. Theodore listened intently, but could only make out partial words. They were disparate words, but seemed to be referring to something else, as if Maximus was trying to refer to something discreetly in the fear of being recorded.

“Codex...Fifth Avenue...74-92...Samantha.”

At the mention of Samantha’s name, Theodore shot up from his position on his bed, his pupils thinned into narrowed slits and his fangs bared instinctively. He knew it. There was no way the council could have just landed on Samantha as their main suspect, especially since he knew that she was innocent. Hell, he was with her the whole day and night the councilman was found and declared dead.

Theodore played the tape back several times, each play revealing a tiny new piece of information that deepened the suspicious pit in his chest.

“Codex, fifth avenue.” He thumbed over the words in his mind. “What does that mean?” Even the random numbers thrown in, they seemed too distant in logic for him to figure out.

Theodore paced around his room, his hair disheveled, his clothes wrinkled and scrunched on his frame, something he would typically never let happen. It felt like his thoughts were being thrown against the sides of his skull, bouncing around quickly and colliding into each other with force.

The realization of what those words meant to him didn’t hit until far later into the morning. Theodore grabbed a jacket from his closet, his rushed movements sending the hanger flying and several other clothes to slip off their respective hangers and fall down onto the floor.

Next thing he knew, he was here, walking briskly down the street like a goddamn mess. He had reached fifth avenue by now, his head low as his mind continually playing Maximus’ words over and over for fear that he would lose the clue he had managed to unearth.

Theo stopped briefly when on Fifth Avenue, his eyes scanning for the public library in the distance. His eyes eventually traveled up to the store he had stopped by, a little cafe with an enticing smell leaking from the door as people entered and exited. After staying up all night, he would probably need a coffee to keep him going. He already felt his thoughts becoming sluggish as they struggled to tug themselves through the growing whirlpool of exhaustion and anxiety in his brain.

He backtracked several steps to make it to the door of the coffee shop, the warmth and strong, home warming smell of of coffee overriding his senses as soon as he stepped foot within the door. He scanned the small shop briefly before walking in further, his gaze snagging on the small figure of a woman sketching by the window. He stared at her for several seconds, his brain lagging in its ability to connect the dots. She looked up at the street from the window seat she was sketching at, her now visible profile making his cloudy grey eyes widen in recognition.

Theodore fought the growing urge to go over and speak to her, doubting the comforting feeling that bloomed in his chest at her presence. Yeah, they were friends in the past, but how did she feel about him and the Vieru now? How did she feel about Samantha. Theo’s jaw clenched and he forced his eyes away from her figure and up to the menu of different coffees, waiting impatiently in the line. He needed to work quickly to clear Samantha’s name, this grey area he found himself in now between other Vampires, it wasn’t a welcoming place to be.

 

[Razvi-sama]

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Mizuki Chiba
Mood: Pensive, bashful
Location: Ralph's Coffee ​

Theodore most likely didn't remember. He was either too shell-shocked or too drunk to really process the happenings around him. The vampire sighed, as all Layla could do was be his rock as he had been many times for her over the handful of years they have spent together. Theodore was usually very dependable, and there was a reason why Samantha considered him her right-hand man...yet Layla supposed even the strongest crumbled under last night's circumstances. If it wasn't for the fact that she had direct all of her thoughts and energy towards nursing and caring for Theodore.

At this point, Theodore was like a brother for her. The whole Vieru Clan was generally a group of people she whole-heartedly considered family. They gathered for breakfast and dinner, they teased each other as if they were rowdy siblings and Samantha would come around the corner to hiss at them to keep quiet. All in jest, of course. It was a home full of warmth and laughter, her safe space, and best of all...it was filled with some of her favorite people and her favorite memories.

Layla's eyes fell over Theodore's profile with soft affection. While everyone was too busy looking at just a pretty face, Layla liked to believe she understood Theodore. There were many rumors whispering about in their community that she had been the one to finally chain him down, that they were destined to be a couple. When in reality, it wasn't like that. It's never been like that. They might slip into each other's beds to talk about nonsense and hold one another through cold, rainy nights, but it was all strictly platonic. Nothing more than an affectionate cuddle or hug. Plus, she already had her eyes over a certain Assur member, a member who was just as lovely and as deadly as a thorned rose. Layla saw him more as her silly little brother, a little brother she felt the need to protect. Maybe she didn't understand his ramblings or train of thoughts, sometimes, but at least she was always willing to listen. It had always been just her, Samantha, and Theodore. The three of them against the world. There were even some nights they'd sneak into Samantha's bed for a change. At first, she'd protest at feeling "two little boogers" suddenly snuggle into her side...but eventually she'd curl an arm around them, telling them it was the one and only night she would accept such insolence...until the next night...and then the next night...and then the next.

Layla chuckled softly at the memory as she brushed back Theodore's hair that stuck messily against his forehead. She had dragged him away from the ball, asking one of their nervous and jittery maids to bring up a few bags of blood from the kitchen. She kept Theodore burrowed against her side until she reached his room, kicking open his door and gently settling him down against the soft mattress of his bed. She took a step back and slipped off his shoes for him, tossing them away carelessly. She fluttered about the room, thanking the maid who eventually provided a few packs of blood. Deer blood, to be precise. Layla used a clean, damp cloth to pat down the dried, messy blood that stained his hands and clothes. She frowned, unbuttoning his shirt and pants just to run her hands over his abdomen, shucking off his clothes in the process, and keeping a lookout for any wounds. No, he was perfectly fine. Where did the blood come from, then...? Without much thought, she piled his clothes on the floor, leaving him in only last night's button down, before she wrung out the cloth over the small water basin she propped beside him and motioned to delicately pat down his forehead and cheeks, insisting gently that he suck on a few packs. It should help with the impending and intense hangover he was most likely about to experience in the morning.

Once she tucked him in, Layla pressed a kiss to his forehead, promising herself she wouldn't cry. Tomorrow afternoon they could have a meeting, she could sit down with Theodore and they would unravel this mess. But, right now...she needed a hot shower and a fresh set of pajamas. She brushed her fingers through her curls, looked to Theodore's figure on more time, before she gently closed the door behind her with a soft 'click'...

~​

Mizuki took in a deep breath, her hand stilling over the paper as she seemed a little lost in thought. Her hair was tied back in a low ponytail, a few stray strands of hair framing her face. She frowned as she gently rested the red pencil she usually carried around with her over her tiny moleskin notebook. She slumped back heavily against the white booth behind her as she simply looked over each passerby. So many people from all walks of life, with their own unique features and style. Usually, she would lose herself in the moment, her hand drifting over the page to sketch out whatever inspired her in that moment, but right now she simply felt...lost.

Mizuki's eyes roved down to the newspaper stuffed into her bag, thoughts of last night consuming her. The mysterious man who threatened to kill her. But, his tone was...light and airy. As if he was casually mentioning the weather. It was odd and she barely registered the encounter as she was too preoccupied with Samantha. Another heavy sigh left her body, leaning forward to rest his chin over her woven fingers. She closed her eyes, internally whining that she didn't want to go home. Over the years, she felt more like a stranger in her own home and if it were for Gabriella, she would have left years ago. Well. No. That was most likely just get letting out some hot air. She knew she'd never have the courage to leave. She had too many responsibilities and really...where would she go? Who would accept an "embarrassment" like herself...? How mortifying, she felt like a chastised little girl.

Mizuki's eyes slid open as she tried to make sense of last night's chaos. An impossible feat, she soon came to learn. Her elders had insisted that she keep her head down and keep quiet. Samantha was a traitor to their kind and community, but something told Mizuki that that wasn't necessarily the case.

Mizuki perked up when they called out her name. Oh! She shook out of her thoughts, deeming them unnecessary. She would get over it. She would move on and she would play the perfect Clan Member. She would keep her head down and hide in the shadows, because...what could one person do? Who was she to go against her leaders, her friends, her housemates? Her community? She joined the Lasombra, because she wanted to make a difference only to soon learn that she was nothing and nobody.

Mizuki decided she would much rather spend time with herself in her loft, gather her thoughts, maybe even develop some pictures in her study. She'd order some take out, down a couple glasses of rabbit's blood. Have a bubble bath. Call it a night.

Mizuki stood from her spot, leaving behind her sketchbook and half-eaten buttered basil scone to give indication that someone was still sitting there. She had ordered another latte to finish with her scone, drifting across the café with her bag over her shoulder. She had her receipt in hand as she sauntered up to the counter, smiling sweetly to the barista who was just pouring in the hot milk into her latte. All coffees were accompanied with a tiny square of dark chocolate. She eyed the woman's handiwork, as the smell of...alcohol and blood tickled her nostrils. What? She peeked to the side curiously, noting a tall, lanky man fidgeting impatiently beside her. He seemed disheveled even, hardly recognizing him. But, no matter who they were...they seemed like they needed a little pick me up...She smiled sympathetically, leaning a little towards the man. He seemed a little lost, "I recommend their expresso", she said in a soft tone, her voice a melodious chime, "It's their own custom blend and it's distinguished by creamy, fruity flavors inspired by the rich taste of traditional Italian espresso. If you're into that sort of thing, that is", she hummed, "They also have these amazing sandwiches, and--", her smile wavered momentarily, her voice tapering away once she realized that not only did she recognized his scent, but...she recognized his features. He...O-Oh. It was..."Theo...", she murmured out, only to quickly correct herself, "T-Theodore, I mean. I...", she pursed her lips together, hearing her name once again as she turned to look to the barista who had her drink ready. Right.

Mizuki peeked back to the vampire with a hint of concern, "Um--It's...nice seeing you, didn't think I'd run into anyone from the community here", she admitted, as she stepped forward to collect her drink, "I'll...leave you, then. I didn't mean to disturb you", she assured quickly, bowing her head lowly to the vampire before she gathered her mug and motioned to turn away. She never thought she would ever see Theodore, of all people, to look so...unpolished. Was he...? She wanted to ask if he was okay, but she didn't think it was really her place. Of course he wasn't okay, though...Gods, she was utterly mortified. She just wanted the world to eat her whole. Here she was pestering him about coffee blends, ugh. Of all the things.

 

[Pepsionne]

Theodore Griffith
Mood: Panicked, Desperate
Location: Ralph's Coffee​

Theodore fidgeted awkwardly as the barista called Mizuki’s name to pick up her drink, which happened to be directly next to him as he waited to order. So much for laying low. His body instinctively tightened as she walked up to him, anticipating a hate filled glare or at the very least, a half disgusted sneer. The walk through the ballroom crowd last night was enough information for him to gather how the vampire world now felt about the Vieru. He was-an outcast. Someone to be avoided. Hell, some vampires had even called for his arrest, given his close bond with Samantha.

"I recommend their espresso. It's their own custom blend and it's distinguished by creamy, fruity flavors inspired by the rich taste of traditional Italian espresso. If you're into that sort of thing, that is." Mizuki’s voice had a soft melodic charm in its sound, like a bird song wafting through the cool morning air.

Theodore stared at her, expression slack. She didn’t--recognize him? He shifted awkwardly in his position, bringing his hand up halfway from where it rested at his side, leaving it to hover in front of his chest in an uncoordinated fumble.

When her eyes widened in recognition, a wave of relief soothed a portion of the tension in his chest, however slightly. The surprise that brightened her eyes dulled down into a heavy look of concern and pity. A sinking feeling dripped down into the pit of his stomach.

“Um--It's...nice seeing you, didn't think I'd run into anyone from the community here. I'll...leave you, then. I didn't mean to disturb you,” Mizuki said as she smoothly gathered her coffee from the barista and began turning from him.

A feeling of panic grasped his chest with its sweaty claws, gripping his lungs tightly to squeeze any air from them completely. He fumbled to get his wallet from his pocket, failing not once, but twice to guess the right one. He pulled out a bill from the wallet blindly, a twenty, and put it on the counter for the barista.

“Uh-I’ll get whatever she just had, thank you,” He rushed out quickly before taking a stride towards Mizuki to catch up.

“Mizuki, wait--” Theodore reached out to grab her arm, his slightly rough grip filled with desperation. He hoped it wouldn’t be negatively received. “I-I uh,” He stumbled as he began walking along beside her, back to where she had left her belongings at the window. “I was wondering if--could I talk to you for a second?” He looked into her eyes, his own softened and filled with warmed sense of pleading.

“It’s--it’s about Samantha.” His gaze hardened at the mention of her name. He clenched his jaw. “I know you were close to her, and I--I wanted to know how you felt about...last night. If you weren’t there at the end, I’m sure you must have heard by now. It’s all over the papers, social media, the internet and gossip spreads fast...especially in the Lasombra--ah,” He cut himself off from his downhill rant and cleared his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed his remaining words.

“Will you sit with me?” He asked, hoping the simple question would be clear enough for her to glean his intentions.

Throughout his life, he had never struggled with his words and been so....uncharismatic. The thought of it made a shiver run up his spine. The shock of Samantha’s arrest and the mystery surrounding it had been doing a number on him, not to mention the lack of sleep and the cascade of alcohol bleeding from his system. What he needed right now, was a life raft. He looked at Mizuki, hoping that she’d be the one to throw it to him.

 

[Razvi-sama]

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Mizuki Chiba
Mood: Surprised, confused, bashful
Location: Ralph's Coffee ​

Despite her shy nature, Mizuki was actually rather social. Sure, she wasn't one to purposefully inject herself in a large social event or spend her free time with a large group of people as it was a little emotionally exhausting, but...she liked lending a hand out to strangers. She found impromptu conversations with lone humans on a park bench to be thrilling and fulfilling. She was always courteous and respectful of others personal space, of course. But, in this case specifically, the person beside her looked uncertain and exhausted. Their body language gave it away, and maybe everything was a little overwhelming at the moment. So, she was more than happy to at least recommend Ralf's best to the man. He seemed like he needed a pick-me-up.

Though, the universe had a strange way of doing things, it seemed. As Mizuki poked her head a little further, trying to get a good look at the stranger beside her...her eyes widened in recognition. Almost looking like deer in headlights. Of course, Theodore was always such a striking man for Mizuki. The vampire was happy to watch him from a distance, sketch out his sharp features and use his image as a way to bolster her motivation and creativity. Her little moleskin was just filled with his image and silhouette.

But, that wasn't what made her pause. Her surprise came from the fact that, in these years of knowing Theodore, she had never seen him so...disheveled. Usually, not a single strand was left out of place. And, now...There were bags under his eyes and the whites in his gaze held a red hue from distress, she assumed. Last night...

It wasn't her business. Mizuki didn't think that Theodore would want to talk to a Lasombra, of all people. Her lips tugged downward as her gaze naturally drifted away from him. She bowed to the vampire, turning away towards the barista offer him his privacy. Maybe she should have her coffee to go, maybe she should leave--.

With her coffee in hand, Mizuki found herself being forcibly stopped in the middle of the café. Her coffee shifted to and fro, spilling over the saucer. She whipped her head back to look to the person who dared rest a hand over her...only to find herself, once more, surprised by the person standing before her. She peeked over Theodore's shoulder to see two, bewildered baristas who weren't sure if they should take action and call the police. The man was already suspicious looking, and his general fumbling was enough to cause the two women to look to one another disapprovingly. The whole café silenced momentarily to regard the couple.

Mizuki looked about her and took a small breath as her gaze peeked down to the hand that gripped her arm a little too tightly, but if she tilted her gaze back to Theodore...Desperation was etched in every line of his body. She visibly softened for the man, moving to gently rest her cool hand on top of Theodore's. A small reassurance that he could let go and that she wasn't going anywhere.

Mizuki turned to continue towards her seat, though her attention was clearly on Theodore as she looked to the man from the corner of her gaze, cheeks tinting in a soft hue. He wanted to...talk. Theodore, of all people, wanted to talk to her. His desperation soon melted in a soft pleading, and...well...she couldn't deny him. No, she didn't want to deny him. He kept talking and Mizuki's body language seemed to relax before him as the café's clientele seemed to go back to their own conversations. She peeked around to ensure no one was listening, only to pause upon hearing Theodore utter Samantha's name. Oh. A little cautiously, she turned and regarded the vampire, allowing him his moment to talk. She didn't interrupt him. She simply nodded here and there to assure him she was listening. Though, she couldn't help looking down to her latte nervously. His tone was serious, and the topic he was offering was sensitive. She didn't want to say the wrong thing and upset him. But...She looked back to her seat as he gestured towards it, asking her if she could...would sit with him.

Mizuki couldn't help the smile that kicked up, looking a little bashful for a moment...a little hesitant, but eventually she gave in after mulling over it momentarily. "Of course", she offered kindly.

Mizuki returned to her table, resting her latte down as she gathered a couple of napkins to clean her hands and pad lightly at the saucer to dry up any excess coffee. She peeked up to see the baristas working on Theodore's order as she rose a hand to gesture at the seat across from hers, "Please, sit, you look very tired. Rest as much as you can", she said, gathered her pencils and moleskin and shoving them into her bag.

Mizuki took a deep breath, holding her hands in front of her as she regarded the vampire, "...I honestly wouldn't have imagined that you would have approached me over something like this, considering who I live with", she murmured, "...but, um--", she remembered her scolding from last night and frowned, "...I was there, at the end...Layla convinced me to run, though", she began, her shoulders falling in defeat, "Last night was confusing and I'm still trying to come to terms with it. I know the Council has made some questionable decisions in the past, but this is...outrageous", she said firmly, "...and the fact that everyone has accepted it so quickly and carelessly is absolutely disappointing. My leaders told me to forget about it and to not worry about it, and it's just...I...", she trailed off and sighed heavily, shaking her head, "I wish there was more that I could do for Samantha. I feel like she's innocent, Samantha would never have done something so cowardly or foolish. She's smart, a-and...But, no one seems to share that same thought and it's frustrating", she admitted. Ah, here she was...ranting about a leader who wasn't her own. She must look strange in front of Theodore.

Mizuki shook her head, "I'm sorry if what I'm saying it out of line. I don't mean to offend", she assured, "...w...what do you think of all this? Are you okay?", she asked him, concern bleeding through her words as she wanted to extend a hand out to him, but hesitated. She decided to keep to herself. "What will the Vieru do now? There's rumors that you'll be the new leaders, rumors that the Council will come after you now due to relation and--", she paused, peeking up to see the baristas call Theodore's order.

"I'll get it. Conserve your energy", Mizuki said softly, excusing herself and quickly as she rose and sped across the café. She gathered the tray with his order, a latte and a buttered basil scone. She blinked. Did he just get her order? She puffed out a bit of laughter and sighed. That poor man, she couldn't even imagine what he was going through. He was in her thoughts all night, and now she was having coffee with him.

Mizuki returned to their table and sat his order in front of him before she followed to sit before him, "I have a bag of blood in my bag", she stated, her tone a little hushed, "If you need it. It's rabbit's, though. I don't know if that's to your liking", she hummed, reaching out to take a hold of her cup and take a calm sip of her latte. She peeked back up to him, "...I hope they don't come after you, too. I know you're both innocent...All of this is unfair and I can't even imagine what the Council is thinking", she sighed a little heavily.

 

[Pepsionne]

Theodore
Mood: Relieved, calm
Location: Ralph's Coffee​

Once seated into one of the cafe stools, guided by the gentle pressure of Mizuki’s hand, the tension that had locked Theodore’s muscles was cut in one fell swoop. He sank into the seat like a crumpled doll. His expression fell from the force to remain friendly, revealing the true amount of exhaustion that was running through his system.

He looked at Mizuki, eyes filled with the affection of a distressed puppy gazing upon its rescuer, as she spoke to him about the Lasombra. He wasn’t surprised at her encounter with Layla. Even in times of danger, she thought about everyone else but herself. A bolt of worry struck his chest suddenly, but its power was weak. He hadn’t told Layla where he was going when he left this morning. She must be worried sick about him. With the state he was in from last night, he’d be worried about himself too.

“Last night was confusing and I'm still trying to come to terms with it. I know the Council has made some questionable decisions in the past, but this is...outrageous”

Theodore snapped out of his drifting thoughts at Mizuki’s sudden statement about the council, every fiber in his body screaming, “right?” Judging by her worried expression, visibly softening at the thought of Samantha and her unfortunate fate, Theodore’s sense of security around Mizuki began to heighten. For some reason, he had always felt an odd sense of calm wash over him when being around her, but he had always chalked it up to her serene and gentle nature rubbing off on him. Whatever the true reason behind her calming effect on him, he was glad for it now.

“Don’t apologize,” He said to her, his voice sympathetic to her frustration. “There's nothing to be sorry for. You’re right, Samantha would never do something like this. She’s far beyond resorting to something like murder. Far beyond it...” His voice trailed off into a soft whisper towards the end as his thoughts threatened to engulf his attention. Theodore cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter, running a hand through his hair in a pitiful attempt to smooth the ruffled appearance.

“I’ll be honest with you, Mizuki. As of right now, all I know is that I’m going to go to drink this coffee, and that afterwards I’m going to go to the library. Anything beyond that is a wide expanse of nothingness.” He rested his cheek on his open palm, leaning his body into the ledge of the counter. With a nod in thanks, Theodore watched her get up and maneuver to get his coffee for him, a grateful sheen underlining his features as his eyes followed her figure retreat up to the counter. He pulled out his phone, sending a quick message to Layla that said:

I’m okay. With Mizuki now.

Hopefully Layla trusted the vampire enough to be eased for his well being. Theodore stared at the small clip he had messaged to himself from his computer, so that he’d be able to listen to the words in the library. He had hoped it would help him uncover any clues. He pulled his ear buds from his pocket, a surprising addition he had actually remembered to grab before running out, and plugged it into his phone. Theodore clenched his jaw as he debated whether he should show Mizuki the clip. Was she trustworthy enough? Talking about Samantha was one thing, but ousting her own personal leader as a suspicious character was another. Even just the fact that Maximus had been unknowingly recorded, and that Theo had a copy, might be enough to send her running back to the Lasombra with sirens blaring.

He looked up through his lashes at her as she approached once more with his coffee, his face still tilted down towards his glowing screen. The warming, comforting smell of coffee ignited his senses from the steaming cup now sitting before him. The steam curled thickly against the background of the window.

Theodore politely shook his head at the offering of her rabbit’s blood. Even the thought of blood right now made his stomach swirl in a nauseous whirlpool. He hadn’t fed since last afternoon, but he hadn’t felt the least bit hungry. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt that way about blood. Was it after he had been turned? The sight of the poor maintenance man, laying in a growing pool of his warm blood as the life drained from him flashed in Theodore’s eyes briefly, before he shut it out with an iron hammer. He wasn’t like that anymore. Samantha taught him to be better.

“...I hope they don't come after you, too. I know you're both innocent...All of this is unfair and I can't even imagine what the Council is thinking.” Mizuki’s gaze was concerned as she looked over her coffee cup at him. Her eyes were soft in the morning light, the color ignited into a warm swirl of sienna. A light blush colored her cheeks, giving her complexion a delicate appearance.

Without thinking, almost as if it was instinctual, he said “I need to show you something. Or--rather, have you listen to it.” Theodore’s gaze was filled with a renewed sense of intensity as he looked at Mizuki. He handed her one of the earbuds, putting the other half in his own ear to listen as well. He pressed play, and the sound of Maximus’ voice overwhelmed his senses.

"I want to thank you all for meeting here today, I know we are all very busy members, and this time is valued.. It is through these meetings, however, that we were able to lay out a solid framework for our plan to enact now.

Codex...Fifth Avenue...74-92...Samantha.”

 

[Razvi-sama]

Mizuki Chiba
Mood: Flustered, confused, scared
Location: Ralph's Coffee ​

Mizuki silently observed the vampire from across the table, taking a moment to properly process the fact that she was sitting across Theodore, of all people. They have shared a few coffees here and there, maybe gone to the theater once or twice, but it was all strictly professional. Casual. This felt a little more personal, as she was seeing a side of him she was sure many haven't really been privy to before. Her own concern reflected in every line of her body, and she wanted to extend her hand out to him. Rest it delicately on top of his own in soft reassurance. But, alas...she did not.

Mizuki watched as Theodore slumped against his seat, the tension practically melting out of his exhausted body. Her chest tightened as she watched his friendly smile drift away, leaving behind a man who clearly needed a good night's sleep and maybe even a hug. The light faintly shone over his features, the shadows accentuating his worn down features. The bags under his eyes, hooded lids, and sunken cheeks.

Theodore asked for her opinion, and as hesitant as she was to provide it...he wouldn't have asked if he didn't want to know, right? So, Mizuki steeled her nerves. She tightly squeezed her hands, her gaze lowering down to the foamy latte that sat before her. She was hesitant, at first, though as she found the courage to look at Theodore and his pleading gaze. She crumbled, easily, at the sight of him and eventually began to talk. About last night, about the uncertainty around the Council and Samantha.

Mizuki noticed that Theodore seemed a little distant, a little lost in thought. Though, the moment she voiced how outrageous everything seemed, he snapped out of his reverie causing her to perk up. He was leaning forward, his body language showing interest and it was clear that Theodore shared her thoughts. That was good. Reassuring, even. She was worried of sounding silly or overly sensitive. Paranoid was the word her leaders used occasionally, and it was utterly demoralizing. But, to have Theodore look to her with a light sheen of excitement that they seemed to be on the same page...it warmed the vampire. She visibly softened for Theodore, especially as he began to assure that she had nothing to apologize for. She was being heard and understood, but really...that always seemed to be a case whenever they shared a conversation. Theodore always validated her thoughts and he never thought them unnecessary. It was one of the reasons why she admired him so much.

Though, his voice slowly tapered away and he seemed to be sucking himself back to his thoughts. Theodore seemed lost, hurt...Mizuki was aware of the close relationship Theodore had with Samantha, and to see him like this was...hard. Before she knew it, she had risen her hand to rest on top of Theodore's offering it a small squeeze in reassurance, "...she wouldn't. I agree. She's too much of a lady to allow her hands to grow red with crimson", she murmured softly, a small smile of amusement kicking her lips upwards. She would know.

Mizuki withdrew her hand back to herself, blinking in surprise at the mention of a library, though paused when Theodore's order was announced. She softly excused herself before she whisked away, leaving Theodore to tend to his personal matters.

And, what personal matter would that be exactly?

Theodore received almost an instant reply, his phone chiming in a soft little 'ping' which did nothing to prepare him for the fiery message it announced:

WHAT THE FUCK! I was literally just about to call you, you little butt. At least you're with someone I like, but I expect you to be back home soon. You must feel like shit, right now. Lol. We need to go over what happened last night, so don't stay our for too long (also, pretty random to be seeing Mizuki in broad daylight). Keep me updated, babe. Thank you for checking in, I almost died twice in one life time because of you.

Mizuki returned with a copper tray engraved with a Ralph's Coffee Logo. On top, rested Theodore's coffee and buttered scone as she delicately rested it in front of him. When she returned, she found him staring down at his phone, almost as if entranced by it, sucked into its bright beauty...Though, he paused to regard her and she nearly felt her breath knocked out of her. O-Oh. Um. She sat the tray down in front of him, taking her seat and motioning to distract herself with her own coffee. His lashes were so long...

Mizuki decided to quickly move on before her cheeks reddened to match the rabbit's blood she offered him. She expressed her concern for him, afraid the Council will continue to tear through the Vieru until nothing else was left. She felt something sharp at the pit of her stomach and her instincts simply yelled at her to run...She was about to ask him about the library, curious as to why he would suddenly mention it...Only for him to sharply change the topic at hand with an announcement that he needed to show her something. Confusion masked her complexion as she looked to Theodore who's desperation now evolved into determination. He was handing her an earbud and she stared down at him, then back at him, then back down at the device resting on her hand. What was...happening?

Hesitantly, Mizuki rose the earbud up to her ear, slid it inside before she peeked down to his phone once he tilted the screen towards her. There was no video, it was a completely black screen yet she was determined to stare at it to give her eyes something to do as Maximus' voice, her leader's voice...began to bleed into her ears.

Mizuki's head snapped up to stare at Theodore, eyes wide and full of surprise. What was he doing with a recording involving Maximus? What...Plan? There was applause and slight shuffling here and there that made Mizuki flinch due to her sensitive hearing. Her hands, which were bandaged, itched to pick at the skin around her fingers. She shook her head--Samantha.

Mizuki gasped, pulling the earbud out of her ear, almost leaning away as if she was trying to get away from the recording itself. She shot a look up to Theodore as she pointed at his phone, "...that's...Maximus", she whispered, nearly choking as she looked around her almost as if he was about to pop out from behind the counter, "...this doesn't make any sense, this...", she paused, taking a small, shaky breath to collect herself.

Mizuki rested her hands away from her, resting them flat on the table as she took one last deep breath before she slowly turned to Theodore, "...where did you get this?", she asked softly. Her tone wasn't accusatory or hostile, just...curious and estranged, "What does this...no, what could this even mean? What are you trying to say?", she asked, before she paused once again, "...why are you showing me this? I'm part of Lasombra, you trusting me with this is huge...I'm not stating that I will say anything, but just...be careful who you show this to", she stated softly, brows puckered together in concern, "Has anyone else heard this--? S-Sorry...I'm sorry for all the questions, but...I don't like hearing Samantha's name in his mouth", she muttered, pieces of last night's conversation...slowly starting to make sense. Why they were so upset that one of their own would defend Samantha. They never liked her close relationship with the woman, urging her to stay away lest she annoy Samantha, but now she was starting to get the sense that it wasn't solely because of that. Fifth Avenue. Oh. She looked around, "...is that why you're here?", she asked him.

 

[Pepsionne]

Theodore
Mood: Determined, Tense
Location: Ralph's Coffee
​

As impulsive as his decision was to show Mizuki the recording, the feeling was no different from a heavily debated one. The nerves of her reaction were still there, the uncertainty was still there. Theodore bit his lip in anticipation as her body language changed drastically at the sound of Maximus’ voice.

Her gaze rocketed up from the black screen to meet his own gaze, the look in them bewildered. The widened expression on her face swept any sort of softened look she had adopted before. Theodore’s body tensed immediately at the sight of her bewilderment. It was a far cry away from the gentle reassurance she had shown earlier, especially the comforting touch she had extended towards his hand. Although he had initially the same reaction to the video, he wasn’t sure if her shock came from the idea that Maximus could have something to do with Samantha’s arrest, or if it was offense at him showing her something that slandered her clan's name.

Theodore searched her face eagerly for the answer, his cloudy blue eyes darting subtly back and forth. His stomach sank as she began leaning away from him, as if she was itching to dart out of the café and run straight to the Lasombra. He swallowed hard.

When she began speaking to him again, there was a paranoid look buried into her eyes. She darted her gaze around the café as she spoke, letting it rest on Theodore for only a moment at a time. He nodded solemnly at her question. There was no mistaking Maximus’ strong, gruff voice. Mizuki’s reaction to it only furthered the suspicion he was harboring in his chest. She laid her hands delicately on the counter before them, almost as if she was grounding herself before continuing further in the conversation. A flicker of concern furrowed his brow as he noticed the bandages on them.

When Mizuki spoke again, her tone was significantly softer from how it had been just a moment before. The sound helped to soothe his fraying nerves, however briefly.

“I think it means Maximus is behind Samantha’s arrest.” Theodore looked Mizuki dead in the eye as he said this, his tone clear and strong in its delivery. He winced as she mentioned her clan affiliation, leaning backwards from where he was bent over his phone and into a rightened posture. Theodore turned away from Mizuki and faced the window, her caution saying aloud the very things he was pushing from his mind. He watched as pedestrians walked by the window. They were all hopelessly caught up in their own worlds, blissfully unaware of the danger and panic that engulfed his world. He turned back to Mizuki after a beat, filling in his lungs deep before letting out a cascade of air.

“No one else but you and I have heard that recording,” He said. “Not even Layla knows, I-I didn’t have the time to tell her. I listened to the recording and I just knew--” Theodore paused. He struggled to find the right words to iterate the foreboding feeling that had hung over him ever since the Lasombra had set foot into their ballroom. “I just knew this fell on me. It’s my responsibility. My failure.” His jaw clenched visibly, the muscles tensing to create a small divot on his jawline.

Theodore shook his head. He retook Mizuki’s gaze, reminding himself to let go of some of the tension that had begun rebuilding in his body. “I don’t like hearing her name in his mouth any more than you do, I can assure you of that,” His pupils narrowed ever so slightly. “What he says before that though, that’s what caught my attention the most. I ran those words over for hours upon hours trying to figure out what they could possibly mean.” Theodore ran a hand through his hair aggressively, his frustration and anxiety coming out clearly in his movements. “I think what they’re referencing is a book. And that book is a metaphor for some type of hidden information that he can’t get caught saying out loud. The word codex, I think it stands for some type of code system, and that code system correlates to the numbers he says third.”

Theodore’s speech became fast and frenzied as he continued speaking, almost fumbling to get all of the words out. “I tried matching them to numbers on fifth avenue, like coordinates, footsteps, buildings, foot traffic, and on and on. But none of them fit right. But I remembered that there was a library on fifth avenue, and libraries have a code system. The Dewey decimal system, set up in such a way that fit the numbers Maximus says.”

His gaze was piercing with a brilliant clarity, the kind of look that overtakes a person when finally uncovering a mystery. “So to answer your question, yes that's why I'm here. I’m headed to the library, to find that book and whatever information that’s hidden in it. and if it's not there, or if I'm wrong, I'll continue searching. I won't be able to sleep until I get a foothold into whatever mess led to Samantha's arrest last night.” Theodore picked up his coffee from the counter, taking a long sip of the warm liquid. “Right after I finish this coffee of course.”

 

[Razvi-sama]

Mizuki Chiba
Mood: Encouraging, suspicious, annoyed
Location: Ralph's Coffee ​

She was silent for a moment. Replaying the audio in her mind, over and over again. It was unmistakably Maximus. She's lived with the man for many years now, she's been on the brunt end of many of his scoldings. His firm, gruff voice...It made Mizuki shudder as she tried to make sense of the information given to her. If only she knew how much this would change her life drastically.

Mizuki couldn't help but look to Theodore, sensing his apprehension and anxiety. She felt a little guilty for having reacted so violently, but she couldn't help it. This was...a lot to take in. This was a heavy accusation to make for a man she was supposed to look up to. A man who protected his clan and only did what was best for them. She might not agree with the vampire from time to time, she might even come to sometimes feel aggravated or hurt by him...but he's done a lot for her. And now Theodore, of all people, approached her with an odd recording. No video. Just a voice recording of her leader, assumed leader, and a sparse few who supported him and his cryptic words.

She was scared as to what this recording could mean for her and her own safety. What this could do to her relationship with Maximus. Would she even be able to properly face him after hearing such a thing? She wanted to leave, she wanted to shove her head n the ground, and feign ignorance. If Maximus ever found out...She bit her lower lip, turning to Theodore and bombarding the poor man with questions. She looked trouble, her hands flat against the counter to steel herself and keep her hands away from herself. She looked around her, her shoulders slumped forward as if she was trying to make herself look small. If Maximus or Charlotte found out...

But, Theodore needed her, or so that's what she told herself to steady her own uneasiness. Something about her had given the vampire enough confidence to confide in her. He clearly looked like he had a rough night, and after having lost someone important to him, he wanted answers. It felt as if he was clutching onto this recording for any semblance of sanity and comfort, as nothing made sense anymore. He needed answers, and maybe...he needed the validation of another being that he wasn't going crazy. But, time was certainly not their ally. It was only a matter of time until they Council came down to some sort of verdict. Either they were kind and they sent her off to play as a family pet for an esteemed family in the Coven...or she was to be executed under the Sun Table to be caressed by the star's ardent flames.


Mizuki took one last breath before she swiveled in her stool to properly face Theodore, asking him her questions. He didn't look away or falter, he took her questions seriously. His tone was sharp and straight to the point, and that was something she was grateful for. He was a journalist, after all. He has a way with words and a thirst for the truth.

Mizuki nodded along to his words, her gaze faltering ever so slightly as he stated, point blank, that Maximus was behind Samantha's arrest. She peeked around her, once more, to ensure no one was listening before she looked back to Theodore. She didn't mean to scare him as she reminded him that she was part of Lasombra, simply...mentioning that this was risky for him to do. Nonetheless, she appreciated his trust in her and she supposed that was something to celebrate. He leaned away, his eyes distant as they trailed off to watch the passerby walk to and fro. She followed his line of sight and silently observed the humans, ignorant of the diverse and colorful world that hid underneath them.

"Okay", Mizuki whispered out softly as he declared she was the second person to know of this recording, "Thank you, for sharing this with me", she stated, her tone sincere as she regarded the vampire from the corner of her eye, "I think it be best if we keep this between ourselves. I mean, you can do whatever it is you like", she began, peeking back out towards the streets, "...but, the less that know about this, the better. Maximus has eyes and ears everywhere, so I would try to keep this from Layla for the time being. Until we have further answers about the source of this recording", she stated rather matter-of-factly, already inserting herself into this...mess, was the best way to put this.

But...Mizuki seemed seemed to pause as he began to say that this was his failure, suddenly turning to face him. He looked tense...defeated. Her chest clenched with emotion as her hand darted out towards him, resting it along his jawline delicately to encourage him to look at her, "No", she said firmly, "This is not your failure...none of this is your fault. This is clearly something that has been cooking in the shadows for...gods know how long. Now we know that this involves something bigger than us, and...even if this fell onto you...you shared this with me. Let me carry your burden a little, it'll lessen the weight", she said in a soft coo, tilting her head to the side. She pulled away before her heart burst inside of her, resting her hands against her lap, "...let's take it one step at a time, this is...a lot for one person to handle", she stated softly. He looked so tormented and all she wanted to do was ease his anxiety for him.

Seeing that she wasn't the only one who was distressed by the audio was actually soothed her. She wasn't "overreacting" and more importantly, she wasn't alone. Mizuki listened carefully to Theodore's explanation, his own aggravation clear by how his pupils began to shift. What interested him most...

Codex...Fifth Avenue...74-92...Samantha.

That was rather strange. Mizuki nodded here and there, encouraging Theodore to continue with any pause he took. Her expression had softened for him, offering him a private smile as if to assure him that everything would be okay. She drank in every single one of his movements and motions, and all she could do was look to him with concern. Maybe they should get him something other than coffee, something to calm his nerves. But, there would be time for that later, "A book?", she hummed, eyes alit with growing interest. He came up with all of this in just a handful of hours? That was...incredibly impressive. And, his train of thought, the logic he was using...made sense.

Mizuki began to hum and ponder to himself, muling over his words. His speech was quick, which showed his own excitement and...she couldn't help but think he was adorable. She smiled, keeping her silence as she didn't want him to worry about her interrupting him. She would never do that to him. He was going somewhere, he had something he was desperately chasing. His eyes were bright and there was strength behind his words. For a moment, she was a little dazed as she watched the vampire rapidly lay out to her his reasoning and research. Enraptured by his passion. She was almost...proud.

“Right after I finish this coffee of course.” She nodded, "Of course", she laughed softly, her nerves having eased his his reassuring words that he was uncovering something else. It wasn't all...hopeless. There was something they could guide themselves with.

"If you're okay with it, I can accompany you to the library. I finished my interviews for today and really...it's kind of illegal to show me a recording like this and just run off to play detective, leaving me guessing and wondering...don't you think?", Mizuki's lips kicked up in a light grin, "...only if you're okay with it, of course. But, if you let me, I also want to come to the bottom of this. Even if he is my leader, that doesn't mean I can condone this kind of behavior. Something is afoot and I care a lot about Samantha. I can't just go on knowing someone innocent is going to be punished for something they didn't do. It's not right", she stated.

Mizuki couldn't help her amusement, though, "...and I guess I can stick around to make sure you do get some rest...running around on no fuel is counterproductive, Theodore. If you're going to lead this fight...whatever this is, actually...you should do it when you've gotten a good night's sleep, because you look...rough", she teased gently. Why was it always so easy to talk to him, even in such dire situations? Whatever was in that library, she was sure they would be able to find it. She wanted answers, now. She wanted to know what kind of man she was working for, living with. What had she pledged her life to...she wanted Samantha back, safe and sound..."And, if we don't find what you need to find at the library and don't want to go home, I can offer you my loft. It's a private studio here in New York, it has a bed and a shower", she assured kindly.

There were still two things she needed to ask him. One, where did he even get this recording. And two...if he knew the man from last night. She tugged at her bandaged hands lightly, before she remembered herself as settled them against her lap, "Theodore, where did you get this recor--?".

"My! Don't you two look cozy?", giggled a voice from behind Theodore which caused Mizuki's hand to dart out and flip his phone over, screen down, just in case. She flicked her eyes up to regard...Katarina.

Katarina pressed her body into Theodore's back as she rested her hands over his eyes from behind in a playful jest, "Guess who~?", she grinned, pulling her hands away to rest over his shoulders. She leaned over to get a good look at him, flashing the vampire one of her best smile, "What a random little pair, hm? Didn't think I'd run into either of you here".

"It's one of the places I frequent and Theodore was just in the neighborhood. After such a "wild" party last night, you can imagine he was in dire need of some coffee", Mizuki hummed, pulling a casual front. Her smile was smile and kind as Katarina eyed the woman. Whatever.

"Yes, well", Katarina looked back down to Theodore, "I missed you last night", she purred, "Left me all alone outside, I was waiting for you to continue our party to a more...private area. But, I suppose after everything, it's understandable as to why you'd stand me up".

Mizuki sighed as she motioned to stand up, excusing herself in a polite bow before she motioned to walk back to the counter. Wanting to give the two their privacy. Her things were still beside Theodore, as she wasn't planning on leaving him alone. She kept a keen ear and eye over Katarina, her instincts urging her to do so.

Katarina smiled, "Good, she's so boring. Can hardly keep a conversation with her before yawning", she giggled, motioning to sit where Mizuki once was, "...so...how have you been holding up? I've been meaning to call you, but I found my own entertainment last night, if you know what I mean", she winked, crossing her legs together and reaching out for Theodore's coffee to get a sip, "There's a lot of rumors flying around, I would have thought you would have...stayed home or something", she hummed. She had been thoroughly yelled at last night by a certain Lasombra by not having kept Theodore outside of the ballroom. Now, she needed to clean up this mess...but, someone might be interested that Mizuki was seen with Theodore in broad daylight.

"I bet you've been through a lot, though", she stated, feigning sympathy, "...why don't you come with me and I'll help you relax?", she hummed softly.

 

[Pepsionne]

Theodore
Mood: Calm, Vexed
Location: Ralph's Coffee​

As Theodore talked through and explained his situation, he noticed Mizuki’s demeanor begin to change from its formerly bewildered state, to a more comforting and understanding aura. He felt himself becoming drawn to her, drawn to her comfort and willingness to help him through his situation. For some reason, he was glad that it was her he ran into at the cafe today.The only other person he felt this drawn to was Samantha. With Samantha, it was as if he could feel her presence through the thickest of crowds, the furthest of distances. Even now, with her buried deep within the council's headquarters, it felt like he could feel her saying to him, “It’ll be okay, Theodore. I'll be okay.”

His eyes widened in surprise as Mizuki cupped his chin with a gentle pressure. He took in a small, sharp breath at her touch, her hand surprisingly soft against his skin. Out of instinct, he reached out with his own hand, wrapping it around her extended, delicate looking wrist. His eyes traveled down to their small form of embrace. An unknown feeling bloomed weakly in his chest. After a beat, he removed his hand and let his arm fall back down into his lap.

Throughout his explanation of the findings and secrets of the recording, Mizuki had stayed attentive and encouraging. It felt odd to Theo, to be taken so seriously and with such earnestness without a moment of hesitation. He was used to a thin veneer of care layered over a vast amount of disinterest or simple disregard. As one of the youngest vampires actively involving himself with the council and clan leaders, it was to be expected. Theo hadn’t even outlived his normal human lifespan, how could he expect them to think him wise? He couldn’t remember a single time he had spoken to Charlotte and earned even a word in acknowledgement back. She would simply--walk on, her attention spent towards someone with significant more time on this Earth than he did.

To see Mizuki treat him with such reverence, well, it made his chest swoon in excitement. He nodded eagerly at her offer to go with him to the library. With the state he was in at the moment, coffee or not, he would need the extra help to uncover any clues he may miss on his own. It was a touch surprising to see the amount of dedication laden in Mizuki’s actions and words. He didn’t expect someone else to care this much about Samantha’s innocence or even her life. Most vampires he knew would just keep their heads down and be glad it wasn’t them on the chopping block. Even immortality couldn’t make heroes out of cowards, he guessed.

Theodore let out a deep sigh, propping his elbow up onto the counter and leaning his full weight into it heavily. He knew he didn’t look good. He knew he was running on the dying embers of panic and adrenaline. He knew Mizuki was right. But it felt good to have her laugh off his exhausted state, a bit of amusement to lighten the heavy weight of despair hanging over his neck. “Take it in now because I promise you, it will be the only time you see me so...rough,” He said, a small hint of dissatisfaction layered in his words. He returned Mizuki’s playful smile with a smirk of his own.

"I think that may be for the best, I can’t return home right now," He responded in reference to Mizuki's offer of her loft. "Layla--has a way of doing things and attending to problems. She wants to face them head on and with this...I can't just take this to the Council or even the Angels without more substantive proof." A small smile tugged gently at the corners of his mouth. "Her caring nature can be a vice at times, after all."

His eyes were set on Mizuki as her attention shifted back into a stoic concentration. She looked at his phone before turning back to him, only managing half a sentence before a sultry voice, heavy with accusation wrapped itself around his body.

The hairs stood up on the back of Theodore’s neck, his pupils narrowing into thin slits at the sound of the voice. Memories of the night before came rushing back to him, Mizuki’s comforting aura effectively washed away with the faintest notice of Katarina’s presence. Sure, Kat was someone he felt he could have a good time with, but that was all. A good time. The sensitive information he was conveying to Mizuki and the understanding that she returned back to him was what he needed now.

He glanced sideways in the direction of Kat’s voice. The pressured weight of the woman’s body pressed up to his back, but unlike last night, his muscles visibly tensed at her touch. Not now. Not this early.

Theodore looked to Mizuki as she responded to Katarina’s suggestive comments. He could hear the inflection of hostility in their words, each tone ever so slightly veiled with enough kindness to pass as polite.

His eyes followed Mizuki’s figure as she stood to give the two of them some privacy. Theodore pressed two fingers on the bridge of his nose. Not now. Not this early. He followed Katarina’s movements with an empty gaze as she replaced the vacant spot Mizuki had left, gracefully taking a sip of his coffee in the process. He watched as she slid the cup back over to him with her thin, elegant fingers, the steam trailing behind in a cloud.

Of course she wouldn’t offer him sympathy for last night. She would never understand. She wasn’t even capable of understanding what it was like to have someone close enough to lose. Kat’s intentions were usually pretty simple enough for him to glean what she wanted, but now...he wasn’t so sure. She never bothered with him during the day, especially not after a night like last night. What was she even doing up right now, let alone doing here of all places?

“I thought it was against Assur rules to be seen out this early,” He passed off a lighthearted jest, swallowing down the frustration that began building its way up. He didn’t have time for this distraction. Not now. Not this early.

“You don’t have to check up on me, Kat.” He looked up at her, his blue eyes meeting her own. “You don’t owe me anything.”

As she spoke to him, her words laden with innuendos and seductively suggestive metaphors, Theodore picked up his coffee and took a long sip of it. Once she had made her true intentions clear to him, he leveled his eyes past her, out to the back of the cafe. “You did more than enough for me last night.” He smiled politely, the final blow that sealed his firm rejection, before picking up his phone from the counter. Theodore backed out of the recording swiftly, but with an air of nonchalance.

“Well, Kat, if you have any imperfections, I’d say it’s your timing. Mizuki just tipped me off on a lead for a new story...” He trailed off, turning to look towards Mizuki with a heavy look in his eyes that screamed, get back here. “So I’ve gotta follow that up as soon as I can. Trying to keep my mind distracted, you know? It was good seeing you though, glad you managed your way home last night.” Theodore reached out and gave her arm a light squeeze. “Take care of yourself.” He let out a sigh before standing up, taking one last sip of his coffee before pushing his chair into the counter before them.

Theodore turned back to Mizuki, flashing a gentle, beckoning smile for her to come and collect her things. Although guilty of more sensual impulses, Theodore wasn’t stupid. When he had priorities to tend to, he tended to them. Nothing was going to get in the way of him clearing Samantha’s name, especially not Katarina’s seductive wiles.

 

[Razvi-sama]

​

Mizuki | Katarina
Mood: Annoyed, playful | Mood: Offended, angry
Location: Ralph's Coffee ​

As scared as she was, Mizuki supposed she preferred knowing. Whisperings she caught bouncing from corridor to corridor began to make sense. Little niches and regulations...began to make sense. She would have continued living her day to day blissfully ignorant, but this was about survival. She hadn't felt comfortable or happy at home for a very long time...and it all...simply...made sense.

It was as if Theodore had offered her another gulp of air, and to her relief...it seemed like they were both coming to terms with what was suddenly thrusted upon them. There was even a still moment that they had shared together, as she felt his hand encircle over her wrist...the tips of her fingers briefly ghosting along his jawline. As to what had possessed her to do such a thing, she had no idea. Maybe it was the proximity, maybe it was the need for comfort after a whirlwind of events had encircled them without pause. But, it seemed like they both gained something. A bond. Mizuki smiled effortlessly as their eyes locked together in a private dance.

They both seemed to take a small breath as Mizuki's hands fell pathetically over her lap. For the rest of their conversation, she became a little more private and bashful, only to slowly bloom and lean forward with interest as he went on an entrancing spiel about what he had uncovered just last night. She already admired him for his journaling, his story-telling, his processing, but actually be actually be a part of it and sit in on one of his explanations? No wonder he was so well known, and high in demand. He always saw things from a different and unique perspective, and he chased a story tirelessly. Mizuki really liked hearing about other people's passions, and while this was more of a...dire necessity and concern than a passion project...it was still nice to see someone care about something that didn't involve themselves, for once.

When Theodore agreed to her coming along to help him at the library, Mizuki swore her undead heart might regain its strength once more. She was sure that he was going to reject her offer for company, and she would have understood. But, it did ease her worries to know that she could at least watch over him. Even if she wasn't able to provide much insight as there was still a lot of unknowns, at least she could...make sure he didn't bump into a few pedestrians on the way there. Her lips kicked up into a devilish little smirk at the mention image, though.

As Theodore began to relax and slump against the counter beside him, Mizuki seemed to mimic his body language. She allowed her rigid body to relax, as her back was snapped back. Straight and poised. Tentatively, she leaned into the counter, propping up her elbow so that she could rest her cheek over her knuckles. To hear him play along to her chest had only managed to get the vampire to smile sincerely for Theodore, her fangs peeking out from underneath, "Is that so? Oh, well, I suppose you shouldn't worry too much...", she mused softly, peeking down to their shared lattes, "...you could probably wear nothing but a paper bag and still be picture perfect...it'd look...avant garde, even", she hummed softly, flicking her gaze back up towards the man, "...but it's also okay to let down your hair once in a while. Being so tailored all the time must be pretty exhausting, no?". He returned her smile, and Mizuki melted right where she sat. A puddle of the former woman she once was just a second ago.

Theodore was quick to accept her invitation, as she absolutely understood the sentiment. Even though, his reasoning was a little more wholesome. Mizuki giggled as he spoke about Layla, sighing contentedly at the thought of the woman, "...she's absolutely like a very aggressive mother hen...She's a one-woman army, after all, and I'm sure if you showed her this recording she'd barge down there herself and burn the headquarters to the ground. Crucify Maximus, who knows", she laughed softly, a little morbidly as she shook her head. She was still trying to come to terms with the series of events that had unfolded before her over the span of...less than a day, "...the Council is useless", she muttered, "...bringing this to the Council would be disastrous, but the Angels...maybe once we gather further proof we could build a case. They're neutral bystanders, and we can take comfort in that, at least", she stated. Mizuki picked up her hand, dragging the pad of her finger over the rim of her mug. Round and round. "...but! Yes, you are welcome to my loft, anytime. I use it to escape here and there. So, I can give you the key at the end of the day. You could order in, and there are some...packs of blood", she whispered, "In the refrigerator".

They were enjoying their coffee and this had felt a lot more personal than any of their previous little talks. Mizuki was starting to feel comfortable enough to ask him...to ask him where he got the recording...when her sharp gaze flicked up towards Katarina in silent contempt momentarily. Her presence wasn't welcomed and her instincts screamed to push her away. Her pupils fell into thin slits, before blinking them away and taking a soft breath...this wasn't any of her business...Katarina draped herself over Theodore like a protective blanket, her body molded into his back and Mizuki simply shifted uncomfortably. It looked more like the vampire was trying to mark her territory, more than anything else.

Though, the moment Katarina wrapped her arms around Theodore, she noticed how tense he had become...That wasn't the reaction she had been expecting from him. She chalked it up to simply having startled him, but his body didn't meld into hers like it usually did. They usually...fit so perfectly against one another. But, this time...it was as if he was...repulsed. And she...she didn't like that very much.

Theodore didn't even greet her, he just sat still as Mizuki turned her attention to the vampire, but Katarina wasn't very interested in speaking to the woman at this moment. She brushed Mizuki off casually before she turned her attention back to Theodore, hoping to soften the man enough to have him follow her out that door...The moment Mizuki excused herself, taking the tray filled with crumbs on plates and empty mugs, Katarina trailed her sharp gaze after her before she twirled around and sat down before Theodore, crossing her legs together and leaning her body forward. Back curved to accentuate her figure. She had the audacity and familiarity to reach forward to steal from his coffee without asking, eyeing the vampire over the mug's rim.

Katarina's tone was smooth and playful, as that was the relationship they had. They shared a couple of drinks here and there, rendezvoused at Luna's bar a few nights a month, and talked smack. Their relationship was casual and fun, she swore she had him wrapped around her finger. She swore she had him in a trance and if she wanted...they could push their relationship a little further. Of course, that wasn't really her style as she enjoyed the comings and goings of many suitors, which was perfectly fine...she just swore Theodore was one of them. But, to see the slight hint of wariness in his gaze and every line of his body screaming discomfort...she wasn't too happy about that.

Katarina's smile was a little tight at first, though enjoyed that they were still able to share a laugh or two. Just roll with it, "Oh, didn't you know, babe? I'm a classic rule-breaker", she laughed, winking at the man, "...I like to sometimes enjoy my mornings. Do some window shopping, eat a croissant or two", she sighed, "I hope I'm as attractive in the daylight as I am at night, though...", she purred softly, looking to him from under her thick eyelashes.

“You don’t have to check up on me, Kat.” Theodore's next comment took her aback, Katarina's eyes widening in surprise, "...I know", she said slowly, "But, we're friends, aren't we? Isn't it natural for me to want to check up on you?", she asked, raising a brow, "I'm sure--Or rather, I hope you would do the same for me if I were in your shoes. Of course, I stumbled onto you by chance, but I was going to offer you a night out, distract you a little as you seem like you need it", she encouraged, her tone softening momentarily as panic began to settle over her heart. He seemed disinterested.

But, their interaction wasn't growing any warmer and Katarina was left sitting there...feeling like an idiot. Despite his polite smile and his cold touch, his words were sharp and her smile disappeared into a frown. She didn't take rejection very gracefully, so to say. She wasn't used to someone saying 'no' to her. She didn't like it. Katarina's pupils slid into slits, her hands in fists as she hid her sharp nails. Her jaw clenched together as she lowered her gaze, not really noticing his phone nor the importance of what was on it.

Though, Katarina quickly recovered and perked up, her hand shooting out to tightly grab at his wrist mid-sip of his coffee, "I didn't do anything last night", she stated, her voice lowering a few octaves, "And, was hoping to get a chance...to...As far as I remember, you were the one who suggested the bet to begin with", she hummed softly. And again, he didn't budge. A new story? What could she have to offer him that would snag his attention? She tightened her hold around his wrist as he tried to pull away, tried to move away and she stood up along with him. Maybe a little too sharply than she intended, maybe a little too desperate. Eyes wide and pleading, "...c-come on...your story isn't going anywhere. I can keep you distracted, Theo...babe? Come on, I really missed you last night and I've been worried sick", she added, "You owe me that much, don't you? Plus, you look like you could use a relaxing massage...nice bubble bath...doesn't that sound great--?".

"I believe he already rejected your proposal, Katarina", Mizuki interrupted, resting her hand on top of Katarina's hold over Theodore's wrist and ripping her hand away. Swiftly and discretely. She then turned to keep a crushing hold over Katarina's hand, causing the vampire to wince as Mizuki smiled sweetly, "I thought no meant no, and it's rather ugly of you to try and pressure someone when they've already expressed their disinterest. As you can see, we're busy, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't harass my friend", she stated, Katarina moving to yank her hand away as a low growl rumbled in the back of her throat. Her pupils were so thin they practically melted within the pool of green in her iris.

But, again, Mizuki kept her smile. Unbothered and unafraid. She might be conservative and shy, but never mistake it for fear. She wasn't afraid of anyone. Mizuki had excused herself and gave the two their privacy. Everyone in their community knew the..."bond" the two had. It was no surprise, and Mizuki was sure that Theodore would have taken the opportunity for better company, company he most likely felt more comfortable with. Which, she totally understood. She delivered the tray by the counter, the barista thanking the woman softly only for Mizuki to perk up upon overhearing Theodore...reject Katarina. Oh. He had his own priorities, and she respected that...Mizuki turned to sneak a peek at Theodore only to let out an amused smile at his hardened expression, beckoning for her to come back. She rose her hands up to hide her giggles, teasingly shaking her head and mouthing the words: 'but you look like you're having so much fun!'. Mizuki had moved to push herself off of the counter as Theodore said his goodbyes and encouraged her to collect her belongings, only to pause mid-step when she had seen Katarina's hand whip out towards him...her grip looking a little too tight for Mizuki. And...she frowned.

"You're just a dirty little feral, how dare you lay your hand on me?", Katarina hissed lowly, keeping her tone hushed.

Mizuki laughed a little dryly as she shoved her books and pencil case into her bag, picking up her camera case and looking to Katarina from the corner of her gaze, "That's a little low, even for you", she said simply, "...I hope you have the day you deserve, Katarina. Goodbye, don't choke on your croissant", she turned to Theodore, resting a hand over his back encouragingly before she motioned to leave, leaving behind Katarina to deflate and fall defeated over the stool behind her. Fuck.

Ensuring they had their things, Mizuki pushed open the cafe's front door and held it open for Theodore before she slid out along with him. She sighed heavily, but she looked content. A skip to her step, will you. "Well then! If that doesn't get your adrenaline running, I don't know what does", she smiled brightly, "Anyway, the library?", she hummed, already taking steps towards the library's general direction...as if nothing had happened and as if she hadn't just opened Pandora's Box.

 

[Pepsionne]

Theodore
Mood: Shocked, Determined
Location: Ralph's Coffee, The Public Library​

Theodore thought that rejecting Kat would bring some sort of relief to the pent up tension he had felt upon her arrival. Maybe it was because her entrance disrupted the little bubble of serenity Mizuki had provided him, one that shielded him from the anxiety of the outside. Maybe he was using her to blame how he acted last night. What he failed to prevent. Whatever his initial motive was, he couldn’t help but feel a stab of guilt at the hurt look bloom in her eyes as she said, "But, we're friends, aren't we? Isn't it natural for me to want to check up on you?" Tiny waves of doubt began to lap away at his rigid disposition and began to soften his resolve to push Katarina away completely. Maybe she really did care about him, maybe she really did want to help. He could message her later, try to mend the situation he had created, but it had to be later. He needed to put Samantha first, even if it meant he had to hurt Kat’s feelings in the process.

Her response to his rejection came as a surprise to Theodore. He looked down at his wrist, its flesh squeezed tight in Katarina’s dire grasp. He had seen Kat be a lot of things in the years that he’s known her. Impulsive, seductive, manipulative, fun. But one thing he had never seen her was desperate. Theodore looked into her eyes, her pupils narrow and angry as she began prying for his attention. What was causing her to act like this? First he lost Samantha, was he losing Kat now too?

Thankfully, his cry to Mizuki for help was answered soon after. She inserted herself into the situation at the perfect moment, releasing his wrist from Kat’s iron grip with a sharp, and not so friendly, yank of the woman’s hand.

"You're just a dirty little feral, how dare you lay your hand on me?"

Theodore’s brow furrowed with heavy disappointment as Kat’s voice hissed such ugly things at Mizuki. “Katarina, enough.” He said, his voice uncharacteristically stern in its deep bravado. “I think it’s best you went home.” He locked her gaze with his own, hoping that somehow he’d manage to get through to her, back to the Kat he knew so well. His hopes were left unfulfilled.

Mizuki’s hand providing soft pressure on his back, reminding him of the large task in front of them, was the grounding presence he needed to steel up his resolve once more. He could only worry about saving one person right now. It had to be Samantha. It would always be Samantha. He turned away from Kat, leaving her to sink back into the counter as he walked with Mizuki out of the cafe, out of her field of influence.

Theodore took a deep breath of the crisp morning air, having warmed significantly as the sun continued to rise in the sky. He looked over at Mizuki, as she spoke to him. She seemed excited, joyous, even, after what had happened back in the cafe. He knew Kat didn’t have the best reputation for getting along with other women. Had something happened between them in the past? It was hard for Theodore to imagine anyone having problems with Mizuki, she seemed understanding and congenial enough that talking to her was easy. If anything had happened, he was sure it was mostly of Katarina’s doing.

He shook the thought of Kat from his mind as he resumed his previous journey to the library, before he had stopped to get coffee. “Yeah,” He smiled back. “The library.”

The walk wasn’t far from their original location, a fact that bugged him as he thought about the possibility of being followed. He knew Kat was persistent and he didn’t want to risk his chance to save Samantha because of his inability to pay attention to detail. Theodore led Mizuki a block down, off of 5th avenue, hopefully to throw off the scent of the direction they were headed. Eventually, after running parallel to fifth avenue for a bit, he brought them back up a block to where the grand building of the library revealed itself to them in the distance.

Theodore looked up at the large stone building before them. It seemed so out of place from the towering glass and metal buildings surrounding them. Oddly enough, he had been here so many times that he felt more at home here, in the black sheep of the city, than in any of the more modern buildings surrounding it. He began to make his way up the flight of stone steps that led to the entrance of the building.

He looked over at Mizuki as she walked along beside him, her dark hair glinting with a glossy sheen in the daylight. The strands moved gently, like flowing water, as a light breeze swept through the air. “Are you familiar with the Dewey Decimal system?” He asked, glancing at her occasionally. “The reason I ask is because the numbers Maximus lists, it only equals the first half of the call number we’d need to reference the exact book. So we’re going to have to look through the entire section of books that fall under that first set of numbers, and see if we can find anything within it.”

Theodore let out a sigh as they reached the top of the steps, tilting his head up to take in the library before them. “The good news is, the books that fall under that number set will all be related to each other by subject. It’s just a matter of finding the right book.”

He pulled open the old door to the building, hearing the familiar creak that brought a sense of calm to wash over him. If anything helped him relax, it was the routine and familiarity of rooting through the library for information. Theodore gestured for Mizuki to follow him into the quiet, but grand atmosphere of the entrance. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the cavernous dome of the building surrounding them. He gestured for her to follow him as he maneuvered through the grand entrance and into the room that housed stacks upon stacks of books.

His eyes grazed the motley collection of spines facing outwards to them, each boasting a different color, texture, height and thickness. It didn’t take him long to realize which section he was looking for, it was a section he frequented often. Theodore picked up his pace as he moved through the shelves, a purpose now pushing his movements faster. He stopped abruptly at a section of books that all boasted a similar name in their titles. Shakespeare.

“We should start looking through these ones here,” He said, unable to hide the excitement that began to bloom across his face. So his suspicion had been right. It was too much of a coincidence not to be a clue. “All of these have the same number from earlier.” He ran his finger vertically across the spines, stopping abruptly on one of the books and tilting it outwards to gently pluck it from the shelf. He opened the book and went into a trance, flipping through the pages to hopefully uncover, something, anything, that would help him save Samantha.

 

[Razvi-sama]

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Mizuki Chiba
Mood: Amazed, excited, focused
Location: Ralph's Coffee | New York Public Library​

Though, Mizuki was left with a silent curiosity as they parted away from the situation.

Who told Katarina that she was born feral?

That was a detail purposefully left out of the Council's files, a little wrinkle in her past she wished to forget all together. It was something that only Gabriella, Maximus, and Charlotte knew about. Naturally, her leaders would know the details of her past before accepting her as their responsibility, assuring the Council that she was to never act out ever again. And, Mizuki naturally trusted Gabriella. So, again...who told Katarina?

It was clear to Mizuki that Theodore was initial uncomfortable with Katarina's arrival, tense with how forthright she was being. Insistent. Desperate. No matter the relationship, Mizuki didn't condone nor justify the embarrassing manner in which Katarina was currently behaving, tightly grasping onto Theodore's wrist without any sign of wanting to let go. It looked as if Katarina was not going to accept 'no' as an answer, and he was coming with her whether he liked it or not...but Mizuki understood how important this was for Theodore. How important Samantha was, and no one...not even Katarina was to get in the way.

Katarina was seething, her words laced beautifully as she tried to coax the vampire to come away with her. She would even be sure it was worth his time. Anything!

Though, what she hadn't predicted...was shy, quiet little Mizuki forcibly injecting herself into the situation. Rested her clawed hand on top of Katarina's and ripping it away. Curtly. Smoothly. In one swift move. Katarina took a step back and hissed out the first thing that came to mind. Yet, it was the moment she muttered out such words, the moment they left her lips...that she regretted them. Not because of Mizuki, though her reaction was unexpected and rather intimidating...it was Theo's disappointment that made Katarina's heart...sink...He was asking her to go home, even...while Mizuki ensured she had the last word. Goodbye, don't choke on your croissant.

Katarina was left mute, as she fell down over the stool behind her in a pathetic slump. Nothing like her usual graceful preening. She bit her lower lip tightly, hands clenched into fists as she glowered nastily at Theodore's and Mizuki's descending figures. She shouldn't have said that...for many different reasons...he was going to kill her.

Momentarily, Mizuki was worried that she might have overstepped, one way or another. She didn't know what their relationship consisted of, so who knew. Maybe tough love was part of their dynamic, but Mizuki didn't care much for it. Not when Theodore was clearly nursing a hangover, trying to keep his nerves from frying, and wanting to ease his thoughts with any leads that might set his leader free. She promised to aid him in any way, shape, or form and...this was her way of doing so. Later...later she would apologize, part ways from him to ease whatever tensions just formed between he and Katarina.

Mizuki took in the fresh air of the outside, the busy streets of New York City surrounding them and every single one of their senses. She slid a bright smile over her lips and smiled encouragingly up at Theodore, not wanting to show him how bothered she actually was from her encounter with Katarina. Not wanting to show him that there was some truth behind Katarina's use of the word..."feral". She looked unbothered, ready to move on to their next task on hand. It wasn't that she particularly disliked Katarina. Sure, she wasn't her favorite person to be around, and she found a lot of what made Katarina...well, Katarina rather questionable. But, again, she didn't dislike her. She simply kept her distance, as the woman was known to invalidate and put down her choice of work. Saying that photography was rather boring and that Mizuki was a bland person overall. Thankfully, Katarina didn't represent the clan she was a part of. Sure, most were rough around the edges, but then one found people like Luna. Bold, wild...free...Mizuki smiled faintly at the thought of the woman, hoping she got out okay after last night's mess.

Mizuki seemed to be pulled out of her trail of thoughts by Theodore's soft response, peeking up to the man to notice him...smiling back. She discreetly took in a small breath. Good, he wasn't...put off by her after what had happened. She nodded, trailing after the vampire as they made their way to the New York Public Library.

They walked in general silence, and Mizuki appreciated that fact very much as her anxiety from what just recently happened hadn't settled quite yet. Her hands were laced behind her as her nails picked at her bandages, looking over their surroundings and ensuring Theodore stayed out of harms way. He did mention his annoyance upon the library's general proximity and she nodded, understanding. Knowing the kind of woman Katarina was, it was natural that Theodore would want to take certain precautions...even if that meant that they had to go through a longer and more complicated route. Her duty was to simply watch over Theodore. His back and his surroundings, especially ensuring he didn't trip over his own feet. So, she didn't mind. She took in inspiration everywhere she went, she was happy to run through any twists and turns the vampire knew of.

For now, they ran parallel to fifth avenue and she kept to herself, seeming to be more like Theodore's shadow than anything else. She was lost in thought and a little distant, day dreaming, if you will. Who knew what make believe stories she was conjuring in that head of hers as they walked down the multiple department stores and impressive displays. Though, before she knew it, when she looked up...The Public Library was just up ahead and she smiled, always finding this building intriguing and impressive. It was unique, in and of itself considering its surroundings...Maybe she could add it to her collection...A soft hum escaped the woman as she whipped her head back to peek at her surroundings, wondering where she could position her camera obscura.

Mizuki perked up when she noted Theodore had motioned on ahead and she ran to catch up with him, offering him a sheepish smile while she ducked her head bashfully. She should concentrate, shouldn't she? As they made their way up the steps, Mizuki paused to smile and wave at the lion statue that was perched proudly by the library's entrance before she continued to follow along happily. A soft hum began to escape her lips as she peeked around. She actually has never been to the Public Library before, now that she thought about it. She bought most of her books online or at some local store, and never needed to do much research on many different topics.

Mizuki's lips were parted ever so slightly as she hummed her intrigue, twirling around slowly as she took in the sights before her. It was...grand...maybe even a little intimidating. So much knowledge concentrated in one singular space. It easily reminded one how small one truly was...She snapped her attention back towards Theodore, a light dust of hue painting her cheeks as she was caught mid-twirl. She smiled nervously, "I am not, actually", she stated confidently, "All I know is that it's basically a classification system that libraries use, if I'm not remembering that incorrectly", she hummed softly, straightening herself out as she easily fell to his side. She matched his pace, looking ahead eagerly. Though, as he went on, she seemed to hesitantly nod, understanding that the set of numbers given was probably incomplete. That was fine, "Well, lucky for you, I am free all day", she smiled sweetly up to the vampire, "So, however long this may take, I am more than willing", she assured.

As they reached the top of the steps, Mizuki paused beside Theodore as he seemed to want to take in the sight of the building before them and what...laid ahead. They may or may not get the answers they were looks for, and that was always frightening...for either option. She returned her gaze to him, her eyes softening momentarily. He looked wonderful under the sun's radiant light. Truly ironic, seeing as they were children of the night...He sure looked just as lovely under their goddesses rays, though. His eyes looked as if they could rival the sun's ardent splendor. Mizuki nodded along. Subject, huh? She was eager to find out what correlation each book would have with one another.

Mizuki continued to dutifully follow along, watching as he opened the weighted, wooden door before them. The door groaned its welcome and Mizuki smiled, bowing her head to the door and to the space that was welcoming their overall presence. She thanked Theodore in a petite and soft tone, pausing and waiting for him to slip past her before she continued to follow after him as he clearly knew where to look. She wore black, woven healed booties and its clacking trailed along with her just as eagerly. It seemed to only be accentuated by the silent environment as their natural melodies bounced from one wall to the other. People who were trying to get away from the hustle and bustle of their daily lives for a moment of peace only seemed to look up as the two vampires strolled through imperiously towards their destination. Mizuki frowned, finding discomfort in their casual gaze. Naturally, the woman stepped closer towards Theodore's side, not thinking too much of the action.

Thankfully, it wasn't long before Theodore came to a slow stop upon a specific section that held an impressive array of books that looked more like tomes to Mizuki. He seemed to be searching and Mizuki was silent beside him, not wanting to distract him, before he picked up his space and zipped down the tower of bookshelves. O-Oh! Mizuki hurried along, gripping her bag tightly against her body. Her head whipped back and forth as she tried to get a good look at the numbers and the general theme each book seemed to have. Theodore's energy was infectious as a bubble of excitement began to course through her! She was starting to see a pattern and--! Oof! Mizuki suddenly found herself stuffing her face into Theodore's back, clashing with him momentarily as he came to a sudden stop. She gasped sharply, stumbling back as she looked up to Theodore with wide eyes and a flushed complexion, "S-Sorry...", she whispered, raising her hand to rub at her nose and praying that the ground swallow her up in the meantime.

Mizuki peeled her eyes away from Theodore to distract herself with something else...only to find...Oh. Shakespeare. How fitting. This was all starting to seem like a Shakespearean Comedy, after all...

When Theodore spoke up, his voice cutting through the defeaning silence, Mizuki nodded up eagerly to the vampire...his excitement laced in his tone. A stark difference to the man he was just moments ago with Katarina. He was open, bright, passionate! She was happy for him, hoping this all served as a proper distraction. She simply couldn't help her smile, affectionate and minute, as she delicately sat her bags against the ground, rolled her sleeves up and grinned up to the man before her, "...74-92...", she echoed, more for herself than for Theodore, her eyes following after his elongated and deft fingers...oddly elegant...It was as if the gods themselves molded each and every single one of his features to perfection. He slid one book out, privileged in its own right, as he began to skim through the pages...lost in the words and their haunting and enchanting allure.

"Okay, you take the right half and I'll take the left. Wave me over if you uncover anything", Mizuki hummed, eyeing the man and silently wondering if he heard her. Probably not. She smiled as she walked down a few paces and came to a slow stop, her finger tips ghosting one of the many books she would review for the day...

...a day that came and went without them realizing. After an hour or so had passed by...Mizuki was found on the ground, back against a shelf, tower of books surrounding her as she skimmed through another book. She rubbed at her eyes wearily, though at least she could say she was heavily entertained. There were times she even lost herself within the pages, having to remind herself of their original goal.

Mizuki had even paused a few times here and there to stretch out her body, cracking her back and rubbing her shoulders. And, there was one moment...where the smell of freshly brewed coffee caught her attention and she smiled. She motioned to stand up and quietly told Theodore she would be right back...and after a few moments, she returned with two muffins and two coffees from the Library's little coffee stand, Amy's Bread Café. "A little study break", she called it.

With that, Mizuki returned to her spot on the ground and sighed, casually flipping through the pages to the front of the book where she saw...names of people who checked out this book. For a moment, she thought it was pretty incredible that she was holding a book many strangers had touched and enjoyed on their own...She began to peek through the books around her, wanting to read through the names and acknowledge each and every single one of them, thank them for being a part of her life in one tiny way or another...when she noticed...That there was one name that was constantly repeated. Hm.

"Theodore?", Mizuki called out softly, "Can you read through some of the names of the people who've checked out the books you're reading?", she asked, curious if he were to have the same name printed right before her. A name that jumped out from where it lay.

 

[Pepsionne]

Theodore Griffith
Mood: Focused, exhausted
Location: Public Library
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Theodore had begun to notice little things when being in Mizuki’s presence, little habits here and there that built up to her impression on him over time. Her observant eye and almost awe of the outside world, an attention span that flit to various things that were exciting enough to notice, her habit of humming or almost singing as she maneuvered through her thoughts. They all swarmed together to create the overall airy, calm aura that Theodore felt drawn to. Most of all, he enjoyed her presence simply because it reminded him so much of himself. Obviously, they were different in many ways, but he had never met another person so excited and eager to explore the world. Someone as poetic, as easily lost in their thoughts. They were things he was too often criticized for in the vampire world. He thought most vampires had lived so long that their passion and inspiration had become dead within them. Being around all that dullness was starting to wear on him too. With Mizuki, he felt that flame grow again.

He had forgotten the awe that the library could inspire to one not familiar with its splendor. Theodore came here all the time and could still be taken aback by its beauty every now and again. It was endearing to see the magic of the old, grand interior wash over Mizuki’s face. Her deep brown eyes reflected the sparkle of the large chandelier lights above them. Theodore smiled as he watched her look around the grand entrance, his eyes searching her soft features. He quickly pulled his gaze away once she looked over at him, running a hand through his hair nonchalantly.

The distraction of the code system was enough to pull his mind back in from wandering around aimlessly. He became focused again, searching with intent and pushing the tendency of his charismatic nature to rest. So when Mizuki bumped into him after he had stopped abruptly, it caught him off guard.

Theodore took a stiff step forward at her impact in an attempt to support both of their weights from tipping forward towards the ground below them. When he turned to look back at her, his cerulean eyes wide, the startled expression on her face eased the tense drive that had built up in his chest. It was as if she was trying to curl up and disappear in the thin air between them. Theodore couldn’t help but smirk at her sheepishness.

He dismissed her apology with a soft shake of his head. There was no need. Theodore moved his eyes back to the bookshelf in front of them. He didn’t want to make her feel any worse by drawing out the situation further. He noticed that she seemed on edge around him sometimes. Certain actions or things he would say would cause her to turn away quickly, as if it caught her off guard. He wondered if he was overstepping his bounds or disrespecting her. Usually it never took this long for him to manage someone to be at ease with him. It was a talent he had. He prided himself on his ability to read someone and match his personality with their own. With Mizuki....he found himself struggling to read her.

Theodore let out a shallow sigh as he flipped through the editions of Shakespeare. He needed to focus. He had been scanning the books mindlessly, not paying attention to anything he had been looking at. He peeked once more at Mizuki, her face tilted downwards as she looked through the books with a studious intensity. A small piece of hair loosed itself from its position behind her ear, gently caressing the side of her face. Theodore didn’t know why, but he felt the urge to reach up and brush it back. Why was that?

He blinked and looked back down at his own book. Right, he needed to focus. The words looked jumbled on the page. The lack of sleep was beginning to work itself against him. He could barely read straight, let alone scrutinize text for hidden clues. Frustration tore at his chest the longer he stared at the little black markings pressed gently into the cream pages, the ink casting a soft sheen ever so slightly in the light of the library.

Theodore had been staring at the same page, reading one paragraph in particular over and over again in a fruitless attempt to focus. He didn’t even notice Mizuki had left until she came back, her floral scent mixing with the smell of fresh coffee. He smiled gratefully at the break. “You have the most impeccable timing don’t you?” He said. “I was just about to fall asleep in the middle of this page.”

With fresh coffee in his system, he wasn’t able to drink much of the coffee in the cafe due to Katarina’s interruption, Theodore felt a renewed energy to focus and find the clue he needed to help Samantha. As tired as he was, he would never sleep until he found it.

As he began scanning the books with a renewed intensity, Theodore noticed a commonality between several of the editions he looked through. It was rare enough that had he not been focused, he would have missed it, but obvious enough to raise his alarms that it could be something more than a simple coincidence. There were tick marks on certain passages, some famous, some one liners, some monologues. He was starting to think it could be some sort of messaging system.

“Can you read through some of the names of the people who've checked out the books you're reading?" Mizuki asked him.

Theodore looked up at Mizuki, his eyes hazy as he waded through his thoughts. “The names?” He flipped through to the back of the book where messy ink had been stamped with various dates and a name. He scanned the list briefly, a certain name jumping out to him from its sheer oddity. Cecil Ambrosisus. Sounded like a fictional character from a Shakespeare play itself. “I’ll keep my eye if I spot any recurring names,”He said before pausing. “Have you noticed any tick marks within your book? I’m starting to think it may be a code system? Like a puzzle. Maybe the names have something to do with it too?”

Theodore looked down at the book in his hand. Macbeth. It had two of those anomalies they had begun to notice. He set it aside to save for later. “Let’s save the books that stick out to us now, maybe we’ll notice something is common between them.”

He flipped through editions faster, now with an idea of what he was looking for backing his movements. Theodore’s brow furrowed as he continually saw the same name printed over and over again in messy ink splotches. Cecil Amrbosius, Cecil Ambrosius. It couldn’t be a coincidence. Maybe it was a code name for someone who wanted to cover their true identity?

He peered over at Mizuki who was quietly flipping through pages. “Mizuki,” He said, moving closer to her to avoid having to raise his voice. “Have you noticed this name in your books as well?” He pointed to the name in the book he was holding. “I think it’s a codename for someone trying to cover their identity. What do you think?”

Theodore looked down at the book in his hand, his eyes unable to pull themselves away from the appearance of the name in the book. Cecil Ambrosius--who are you?

 

[Razvi-sama]

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Mizuki Chiba
Mood: Excited, concerned, sheepish
Location: New York Public Library ​

Though, Mizuki was unaware of her little audience. She was always known to be a little absent minded. Ever since she was younger, her mother would scold her as she would burn the food from staring off into space. Looking out the window to see birds dancing amongst one another...and wondering what it would be like to sprout wings and fly. Her mother would bop her head with a radish playfully, and the two would fill the room with their laughter. She missed her mother...

Being absent minded had led her to occasionally bump into walls or doors. One would think, as a vampire with heightened reflexes, she would be able to dodge most of the obstacles before her, but she supposed she was simply clumsy by nature. It was hard to not grow lost in thought with the beautiful interior presented before her. It inspired her, even...and she had a strong desire to slip her camera out and take pictures. She found herself in awe, her eyes wandering around her, naturally drawn towards the books' elaborate designs. This particular habit of hers was most unfortunate, especially when she found herself slamming into people. And, today of all days...she found her face smooshed right between Theodore's shoulder blades. As she stumbled backwards, raising her hands up to her sore nose, Mizuki looked up to Theodore with wide eyes full of hot shame. Her cheeks flushed as she murmured out a soft apology. She was...mortified, to say the least. He looked back to her, just as surprised as she was. They stayed, muted, staring at one another as the soft whisper of an apology floated between them...only for Theodore to smile. She blinked, before she pouted childishly behind her hands. Why was he smiling? Though, the vampire soon relaxed...shoulders slumping as the tension melted out of her body. With one simple shake to his head, he reassured her that there was nothing to apologize for and thus she calmed...silently watching the back of his head as he turned to eagerly eye the bookshelves surrounding them.

Mizuki rested her hands before her as she began to follow after him, though she kept her distance. Not wanting to collide with him, again. One could never be too careful. She peeled her eyes away from Theodore as went back to trickling her eyes over the bookshelves, admiring their diversity in size, color, and design. She let out steady, even breaths , calming the uneasiness that stirred within her. As much as she admired Theodore, as pleasant as they conversations were, she always found herself growing tense around him. Worried she'd look like a fool in front of a man she highly respected. And, sadly, that's all she had managed to do all day! She sighed a little heavily behind Theodore, pushing the embarrassment away as they arrived to the general section they were going to tear through.

They seemed to agree to divide the bookshelf and labor into two. Theodore would take care of the right, and Mizuki the left. She seemed to stack up a tall pile in her arms, scooping the books into her hold as she waddled over towards a little spot on the ground where she would surround herself in the company of ghosts from the past. She sat down with a soft little 'oof', before she finally began to scan through book after book, growing lost within the poetic and tragic world that Shakespeare had built years prior.

Yet, almost unfortunately...Mizuki had missed Theodore's lingering stare, as she held her own as she had peeked up over towards Theodore who stayed on his feet. His stare was focused as he locked his attention over the inky blots carefully printed over the yellowed pages. His eyelashes were unfairly long, nearly fanning the space around him with each blink. As disheveled as he looked, he still managed such a soft expression as he studied over the pages...his eyes shifting from side to side. His posture was impeccable and the grace never left him. A smile sneaked over her lips before she lowered her attention back over her book with tinted cheeks. The two looking like fools pining over one another in vague gestures.



After time passed on unannounced, Mizuki grew to stare blearily at the pages before her. Her eyes witched, her back hurt, and her butt was sore. She sighed, resting the book back down over her lap as she began to stretch and crack her back...only to catch the sweet aroma of coffee faintly wafting their way. Oh? She smiled, setting her book down and rummaging through her bag for her wallet before she drifted after the roasted scent. She quickly returned with coffee and muffins, pausing in front of him and tilting her head to the side as she wondered how long it would take for him to notice her. Not long, it seemed, and she grinned back to him cheerily, "Do I?", she giggled softly, amused by his comment as she handed him a paper cup and a muffin. Her bright smile soon turned sympathetic, though...as she eyed the vampire with a hint of concern, "...you must be exhausted", she commented softly, her tone warm. He seemed to need this coffee more than anything, in that case. Though, she did hope he would be able to find a moment's rest, soon enough.

Mizuki turned to sit back in her little spot, popping in pieces of her blueberry muffin and taking long sips of the warm coffee that she cradled between her cold hands...eyeing the book that lay open before her. She began flipping through the pages here and there as she was quickly growing more and more distracted with each passing minute...

Mizuki sighed heavily, resting her coffee cup aside as she picked up the book in front of her and cradled it over her lap, randomly flipping to the front where she saw a list of names...Hm. She silently began to wonder how they all were. What their lives were like...? She recognized a few names here and there, and began to poke through books casually and found that the most common name she was stumbling across...was this Cecil's. Cecil Ambrosisus. What a curious name, hm? She peeked back up to Theodore and asked him to pay attention to the names. It seemed to be a bit of a random request, as he seemed a little hesitant at first. She didn't blame him.

As she watched him read through the names stamped over the book as if it was their legacy to check out the literature from the library, Mizuki blinked in surprise as Theodore shot back his own observation towards her. Tick marks? "I-I have. I didn't think much of it, though, as I do the same thing with all of my books...borrowed or not", she hummed softly, quickly returning to the books she remembered such markings in. She flipped through the pages quickly, her sharp eyes scanning through every page only to pause occasionally to examine the markings, the notes, the faint trace of a dog ear having been used. Anything that could lead them to...something. "There could absolutely be a correlation between the names and the tick marks. I-It could maybe be their way of communicating with...someone. Maybe? And, if all of the books share the same user...", she trailed off, too focused at her task at hand. She currently held Hamlet in her hands.

Mizuki nodded to Theodore eagerly as she already began to pile on a new stack of books that seemed to have caught her attention, following Theodore's instructions without question. As she flipped through books rapidly, quickly deciding whether or not they were deemed worthy to be placed on top of her new little stack, she snapped her attention back up to Theodore...who muttered out her name so beautifully. Oh. Uh.

Theodore padded closer and Mizuki quickly rose to her feet, not wanting him to bend over for her. She leaned forward and peeked down towards Theodore's gesture, pointing at--"Cecil! My favorite bookworm", she gasped, nodding, "Yes! He--", she looked around them, quickly remembering where she was before she cleared her throat and lowered her voice in hushed tones, "...he's in many of the books, especially the ones that have the familiar little tick", she added, "It can't be a mere coincidence that he has check out practically every single book in this section and littered the pages with his particular marking", she insisted, "And, naturally...someone working in codes would wish to hide their identity in some way, no? I think...we're onto something...You have a sharp eye, no wonder you're such a respected journalist. I totally missed those marking, I just found them...cute", she laughed softly, rubbing the back of her neck a little sheepishly from how simple minded she was.

Mizuki lowered her eyes over Cecil's name, raising a hand to run the pad of her finger on top of it as if it the ink would reveal its secrets, "Should we follow our gut?", she asked, her eyes never leaving the page, "Did you find anything that could be interpreted as a message?", she asked, "Maybe a location, mentions of any creature? I found Titania's name encircled in "A Midsummer Night's Dream"...But, I don't know what kind of value that could provide to someone", she stated, as she strolled back towards her pile and slid out the play, "Maybe a quote? Maybe there's an order to the words ticked over?", she asked, feeling the buzz of adrenaline coarse through her as the excitement of uncovering a mystery began to wash over her.

 

[Pepsionne]

Theodore
Location: The Public Library
Mood: Exhausted​

It was a relief to Theodore’s weary mind and exhausted state to hear that his intuition of the marked passages was not just a coincidence. With Mizuki’s perked attention solidifying his suspicions, Theodore felt a dash of hope begin to swell in his chest. He had never doubted Samantha’s innocence before, not even for a second. But there was something disillusioning about having your entire world ripped out from under you suddenly. He had been left in a free fall ever since the night before, tumbling around in the wide open sky, unsure of which way was up and which was down. Now with this discovery, he felt grounded once again.

His eyes lit up with excitement as Mizuki explained her findings to him. Theodore paced back and forth in front of her as she spoke, nerves beginning to fray from excitement and burned out exhaustion.

“Right, right...” He placed a hand on his chin in thought. “If you were working in secret, and you communicated through a publicly accessible space, you wouldn’t want your true name just out there for any person to pick up.”

Theodore ruffled the back of his hair as Mizuki complimented him on his journalism. “I don’t think I quite deserve such a compliment,” His gaze flitted to the side, bashfully. “But thank you, coming from you it means a lot.”

He tightened his jaw at Mizuki’s mention of any notable references marked within the books. There were many tick marks that troubled him in the copy of Macbeth that rested in his hands. He opened the hard cover to the page his finger was temporarily bookmarking, looking down at the passage below

--The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step On which I must fall down, or else o’erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires. The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.--

It had too many parallels to Maximus choosing to sacrifice Samantha as a way to secure his power over the Vampiric clans. Was he aiming for a seat on the council? Knowing Maximus, even that wouldn’t be enough. The man was ruthless, power hungry. He wouldn’t stop until he tasted Angel blood in his mouth.

“I think there’s enough references to treason and ambition in Macbeth alone to fortify my theory that Samantha was framed.” He sighed, flipping through the pages in the book. The printed letters blurred together in a black streak. “I think we could sit here all day going over the endless possibilities of their code and what the true meaning is. Our best bet might be to find this Cecil Ambrosius character--and--well ask him directly. I’m willing to take a bet that this person isn't a vampire and doesn’t have a strong tie to allegiance. It’s not every day you’d find someone willing to partake in this type of plan. Vampires are..” He paused, swallowing hard at the memory of how easily members of the Vieru turned against Samantha when their own necks were on the chopping blocks. Cowards. “They’re not one for taking risks,” He said, smiling gently. A dark look still lingered in his eyes. “I think we should look around the black market. If this person likes shady deals, the black market would be his bread and butter. Hopefully.”

Theodore sighed deeply, the final embers of energy finally becoming snuffed out by the iron heavy exhaustion that ran through his veins. He slid the copy of Macbeth into a pocket on the inside of his jacket. “I think we should take pictures of some of the less important tic marks. But I’m taking Macbeth,” He looked around, his voice low. “You take Hamlet and whichever other edition stood out to you as important. I don't...want our names on these. We can try and crack the code later but right now...I-I just need sleep.”

“I’m going to take you up on that offer to use your loft...” Theodore’s voice trailed off and he looked out to the stacks of books behind them. “That is, if the offer still stands. I don’t want to overstep, you’ve done so much for me already.”

He brought his eyes back over to meet Mizuki’s gaze. Her complexion looked like smooth porcelain in the natural light filtering in from the library's large windows. She was being so kind to him, yet he realized that he barely knew her. Sure, they were work acquaintances and he had accompanied her to some art related events, but what she was really like, her fears, hopes, likes and dislikes--he didn’t know them. Seeing her like this, devoted and trusting, it made him want to learn more about her, be around her more. The feeling confused him. He hadn’t felt that way about someone since--well, since Celeste.

Theodore swallowed hard. He didn’t like to think of her often, yet she was always there, lurking in the back of his mind, tainting his life years after he had last seen her. He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. He wouldn’t let her ruin this.

“I guess it’s your turn to lead the way,” He smiled brightly, the look in his eyes hopeful.

 

[Razvi-sama]

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Mizuki Chiba
Mood: Concerned, overwhelmed, nervous
Location: New York Public Library | Mizuki's Loft​

He didn't dismiss her idea. He didn't even show signs of hesitation or mockery. As Mizuki tilted her head back to look at the vampire, she saw...relief. Her gaze naturally softened at the sight before her, as it seemed like her own validation solidified whatever brewed inside that head of his. His mind must have been running non-stop with questions and conspiracies since last night. As her attention shifted from the aged pages that rested before her, to Theodore...she watched as a wave of exhaustion seem to roll through him. Bags heavily shadowed under his eyes, shoulders slumped wearily. Though, he kept pushing himself forward, and Mizuki wasn't going to be the one to stop him. She would encourage him any way she could, and if he faltered, she'd be right beside him for him to lean into.

Though, despite his exhaustion, he seemed anchored by their discovery. They finally had some sort of direction, and even if it was the wrong one...it was something. Mizuki smiled up to Theodore as he looked down to her with a bright gaze, shifting back and forth as he processed her words, "Exactly, it'd be too risky for them. And that way, if the plan goes awry...say...two vampires "sticking their noses where it doesn't belong"...then naturally you'd want to ensure that you are able to disappear without a trace. Just in case. At least, it's what I'd do", she admitted with a soft hum.

Though, she meant every word. Mizuki had followed Theodore's journalism even before she knew of him. Before she knew he was associated with the Vieru. Before she knew...he was kin. She always pictured him as a little old man, as he had been writing for quite some time. She'd search for his articles, curl up in bed with a hot milk and honey drink, and spend her evening drinking in his words. He simply held such a raw perspective of the world and the stories he covered, and occasionally...it was almost poetic. She'd even come to learn a thing or two through his writing, which was always a plus! She spent years peacefully ignorant, until one evening...he was introduced to her through one of the many events the three clans held to "keep the peace". Discuss internal affairs, mingle, etc. He was Samantha's right hand, naturally he would be there and Mizuki was simply...fiercely loyal. Wanting to make a change. Mizuki remembered barely even getting out a word when she came to learn that he was the Theodore Griffith she had come to admire. Gabriella spent the evening teasing her, stating that she had never seen the vampire so flustered before~! Oh, Mizuki was mortified.

And then...they simply kept running into each other since that evening, and it only went to show that they were involved in similar circles. Mizuki spent another handful of years before she gathered the courage to properly speak to him, though. She normally kept avoiding him as the anxiety was overwhelming. It was only recently that they became friendly and professional. Yet, look at her now...holding a conversation with the man and spending a whole day with him. Even complimenting him! Mizuki's lips tugged upwards in a playful smile, cheeks tinted in a light pink hue as she found his bashfulness and humble response adorable. His following comment was flattering, though...and she looked to him gratefully, "Thank you...I've been following your writing for a while now, and I can assure you that you do", she hummed softly, letting out a soft breath before moving on, not wishing for her cheeks to grow any warmer than they already were. Anyway...

The conversation returned to the topic at hand and Theodore looked troubled, momentarily. Mizuki took a step forward and glanced down to the passage he began to read out loud. To be honest, the Elizabethan English that Shakespeare used for his playwrights slightly confused Mizuki, as English was not her first language. Actually, her thought process was in Japanese and it took her a long time to stop confusing opposing sentence structure between the two languages. She wasn't like Gabriella who mastered, like, seven languages over the span of centuries. Actually, most of her peers spoke more than three languages and she could barely keep up with French. Sometimes.

Though, ignoring that, Mizuki stared at the page, having to re-read the passage over and over again to make any sense of it. Oh. She nodded along to Theodore's explanation, grateful for it, and agreed that the parallels were indeed troubling. While this quote isn't a major point of the play itself, it did set the tone of the rest of the story. This was important, because it was when Macbeth first started thinking of killing King Duncan to become King, himself. A theme of betrayal and dark ambition lingered heavily over the play, making Mizuki's gut twist nervously. Though, it made Mizuki wonder...what was the end goal for all of this? What was the point of Maximus...betraying Samantha? What did he want?

Mizuki leaned away as Theodore flipped through the pages of his book. She peeked back down to the two books she had in hand. Hamlet and A Midsummer Night's Dream. The only marking found in A Midsummer Night's Dream was Titania and Oberon, other than that it was empty...While Hamlet had plenty of marking that gave way themes of...well...revenge. From what she understood, the story of Hamlet was basically about the ghost of the King of Denmark telling his son Hamlet to avenge his murder by killing the new King, Hamlet's uncle. Hamlet feigns madness, contemplates life and death, and seeks revenge. The word 'King' was encircled over and over again...She wondered if the death of the Councilman was linked to Hamlet's references...

Mizuki shook herself out of her daze as Theodore mentioned...talking to Cecil directly. Her brows rose in surprise, though supposed that was to be their next step. Naturally. She frowned at Theodore's mutterings about vampires, feeling a chill run down her spine as she rubbed her arm a little awkwardly...gaze shifting to the side. Yes, she's had her own experiences with cowards, as of late. Their community was deeply problematic, and they were growing more and more distant with each passing day. She always felt that the idea of the clans was...silly...as they should all be unified together towards the goal of keeping the peace. No? It was the very mention of the Black Market, though...that caused Mizuki to snap her attention back to Theodore, looking at him as if a second head had sprung out, "...I...Well. I mean, you're right. If anyone were to hide, it'd be in the Black Market. The Market is infinitely big, and one could easily hide in plain sight, but...it's also...I've heard nothing but bad rumors about the Black Market", she murmured softly. The Black Market was divided into two parts. For the most part, it is dedicated to every day shopping, where creatures and supernatural far and wide came in search for a place to rest, a place to eat, and a place to shop. Generally, it is safe. Though, there is a hidden section that is rumored to hide within the shadows. One would have to search far and wide throughout the never ending space to slip through the cracks within a sector run by demons. It is dedicated to general trafficking of illegal substances and body parts. As well as the trafficking of creatures. No one approaches it, and fae had to be deeply cautious of such an area. There were rumors that the Council were heavily involved with the Demon Sector, though there is no proof. There were also rumors that the Boss of the Black Market was a demon, even though it was originally founded by a witch. But, again...rumors.

Mizuki let out a deep sigh, folding her arms over her chest as she played with the idea of going down to the Black Market. She shifted her head from side to side, before she let out one more sigh and looked up to Theodore with a troubled expression while his...held a dark gaze that held determination. She didn't want him going alone, she realized. She promised she'd help him, and...well..."Okay", she finally let out, "Okay, we'll go...just give me a moment to mentally prepare. I've...never been before", she murmured softly.

Though, now that they settled with the idea that their next stop would be the Black Market, Mizuki watched with a wide gaze as Theodore slid the copy of Macbeth into his jacket! What was he doing? She looked mildly horrified and began to quickly look around as if to ensure no one had been watching. She then nervously turned back to him, and...he was right. She hated to admit it, but he was right. They couldn't leave behind evidence that they were in the Public Library the day after Samantha was taken. And, not only that...he finally admitted how tired he was and Mizuki practically melted where she stood. Her brows crinkled together as she nodded to him eagerly, "Of course, okay...um--", she looked down to the two books in her hand once more, as they were the ones that stood out the most for her. She quickly shoved them into her bag after ensuring no one was watching before she went to her spot and began returning the books she had taken out of the shelf. She moved quickly, not wanting to leave Theodore waiting for very long.

"There", Mizuki smiled, as she picked up their empty coffee cups, as well, "...who said we were ever here, hm?", she teased softly, feeling the weight of the books inside her bag. It felt...wrong to "steal" from the Public Library...such a scared place. A pool of knowledge. "Promise me we'll return these books later, though", she insisted, "If anyone noticed that these books disappeared, and by anyone I mean the people we are accusing...it could be trouble for us later on", she stated, "...or who knows, maybe Cecil would come searching for us, even...", she mused momentarily, before she shook the thought away.

Mizuki motioned to step away, wanting to leave as anxiety began to clutch at her chest...though paused as Theodore mentioned her loft. She stopped, looking over her shoulder to the vampire, who couldn't even meet her gaze. Was he...embarrassed? She smiled kindly for the man gently reaching her hand out to brush against his knuckles reassuringly, "...you are more than welcome to use my loft, any day. I offered it and my offer was and is sincere, Theodore", she stated softly, "You're not overstepping, nor do I believe you'd ever overstep with me. Okay?", she hummed, offering the man a cheerful smile, especially as he now turned to look at her...she could see her imagine reflect in those cerulean eyes of his...eyes that were always so enchanting for Mizuki.

Mizuki cleared her throat and took a step away, though noticed movement from the corner of her eye...watching as Theodore pinched the bridge of his nose. He looked frustrated, momentarily. The exhaustion must be chipping away at him, wasn't it? Meaning they should leave, now.

"I guess it is...try not to slam into me", Mizuki grinned, a little nod to her own clumsy nature. He seemed to quickly bounce back from whatever ailed him momentarily, and that seemed to relieve Mizuki...though she couldn't help her own curiosity. Thankfully, she knew her place, and wouldn't dare to question him...

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Spoiler: Mizuki's Loft

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Mizuki guided Theodore out of the Public Library, her hands clutching onto her bag tightly. The moment they stepped out, was the moment her breath returned to her, as she had been incredibly nervous of being caught. Thankfully, that wasn't the case...and once she calmed her own nerves, she guided Theodore down the flight of steps and extended her hand out for a cab. She told Theodore that she would pay for it and that he should just focus on resting. She didn't imagine he'd be in the mood to walk after everything they had been through today.

Mizuki took Theodore to Upper East Side Manhattan. She explained that it was a one bedroom apartment she had bought decades ago. So, it wasn't much of an expense back then. Maximus was aware of it, and he allowed her the exception of owning it, even though they were each to reside in their assigned home. He didn't know about its actual address, though. Just the general location.

As they stepped out of the cab, Mizuki extending her hand out towards Theodore to help him out, she stared up at a tall, brick building...and space where she actually called 'home'. Just being here made her feel content. She went up the front entrance and pulled open one of the heavy, glass double-doors for Theodore to step inside. She skipped right in as the door slid to a close behind them and she properly greeted the guard with a wave and a cheerful smile, "Good afternoon, Robert. How are you today?", she greeted kindly.

"Doing well today, Ms. Chiba. It's been a while since I last saw you...and it's been another while since you've brought a guest over", the guard smiled cheekily and Mizuki simply giggled, "I wanted to thank you for the...uh--the...the name is leaving me...".

"Oh! The Nama Chocolate. My pleasure. With the holiday's coming up, I guess you could say I felt generous", Mizuki teased softly, earning a soft puff of laughter from the old guard.

"Well, if you ever buy any more, let me know. My wife really enjoyed it", Robert hummed and Mizuki bowed her head to the man, assuring him she would get him another box...It was imported straight from Japan, as it was one of her favorite holiday treats.

Mizuki smiled as she stepped towards the elevator and rummaged through her bag for her keys, "Robert is such a sweetheart and has worked in this building for a very long time. Never questions me or my appearance, just accepts that I will never age. I'm sure he suspects what I am or lives in blissful ignorance", she laughed softly, pressing the button to call for the elevator, before she stepped in and punched in the button marked '10'. With that, they stared to go up and Mizuki felt as if she could finally relax.

Once the doors slid open, Mizuki guided Theodore out, searching for the green door marked 1020. There seemed to be a confident determination behind her step, especially as she was now in a territory she felt most comfortable. No lingering eyes, no unfamiliar figures. She stopped in front of her apartment number and slid her keys in to toy with the knob, a soft click of the lock echoing around them as it only gave the indication that it was now unlocked. She pushed open the door and gestured for Theodore to step through. She had to admit, she was a little nervous as...the only other person who she brought up here was...well, Gabriella. That had only been done three times. Other than that, this was her sacred space and it had only been consumed with her.

The scent that lingered over the apartment was that of old books, herbal teas, and perfumed flowers. Mizuki followed after Theodore and closed the door behind her, "Well, this is my...humble abode. Welcome! The room to your right I use to develop pictures. No light can stream inside, so I will ask you to please not open it. Also, the fumes from the toxins can be quite dangerous, and due to our sensitive sense of smell, it'd be wise to not go near", she warned softly.

The only other bedroom in the one bedroom apartment she used as a red room, thus meaning her bed was out in the living room, making it seem like a tiny studio apartment.

"Uh...Oh. You can use the bathroom, which is over there", she pointed, "There's hot water, and you can take a shower. You can use any of the products in there. I will warn, my shampoo is honey based, so if you don't like honey...well...", she laughed softly, shrugging, "I have a washer and dryer over here", she padded across the space and opened a sliding door to reveal the set, "Where you can wash your clothes", she now pointed at him. "In the meantime, I actually have some clothes that might fit you. Over the years, many of Lasombra members just throw away their clothes, which is wasteful and inconsiderate, so I ask them to give me their unused and unwanted articles, so that I can wash them, fix them, and then donate them at any local shelter asking for clothing donations. I've been doing it for years now, and I have a few boxes just waiting to be donated, actually", she offered optimistically.

Mizuki went to another closet and found a neat little stack of boxes. Actually, her whole apartment was clean and in order, as she did most of her best work in a clean space. She began to shove her hand through the boxes and glanced over the folded, ironed, and washed clothes to find...an old t-shirt and pajama bottoms. Perfect! "This was...Alejandro's, I think", she hummed, eyeing the clothing curiously before she smiled back to Theodore, "So, I think it should fit you. There's nothing more comfortable than taking a long nap after a warm shower and soft clothing, so I'll leave these out here for you if you decide to take them. The sheets on the bed are clean, I always change them before I leave. There's blood packs in the refrigerator, or you can order take out. Oh--!".

At this point, Mizuki was simply zipping back and forth ensuring everything was perfect for Theodore. He was her first guest in a long time and she was simply known for her hospitality. She slid out a pen and notepad from the kitchen, and wrote down both her number and the apartment's address, "If there is an emergency, you can call me. And, if you want to order anything, you can use this address...I'll make sure Robert knows you'll be up here", she stated, smiling, "I'll get out of your hair, though. Give you some privacy...and I guess...overall, my home is your home", she offered softly, still clutching onto her bag.

"...anyway, uh--...I suppose you'll want to go to the Black Market as soon as possible. If you want, we can go tonight, but only after you have some actual rest", Mizuki smiled, "You need to take care of yourself first, so until you're at one-hundred percent capacity will I agree to going, okay?", she rose a brow, almost in mock chastise, "...so yeah. Anything else I can do for you before I step out?", she asked. There was so much she wanted to ask him, and talk to him about...but she simply saw the way exhaustion clutched onto him and she couldn't keep him awake for any longer, no could she? They would talk later, she supposed...on their way to the Black Market.

 

[Pepsionne]

Theodore
Mood: Grateful, tired
Location: Public Library, Mizuki's Loft​

Theodore nodded in response to Mizuki’s reservations about the black market. “It’s okay, I haven’t been either. We’ll brave it together though, yeah?” He smiled reassuringly but the nerves of venturing into the black market began to flutter in his chest. Everyone had heard the ghost stories about some of the darker areas within it.

“Of course we’ll return them,” He let out a light chuckle at Mizuki’s insistence. “I love this library and I love Shakespeare. But there’s something bigger going on here, and I have to bypass my morals this time.”

Theodore followed Mizuki out of the public library, eyes set square on her back as he walked. Lack of sleep and the toll of such a long stint of adrenaline and panic had done a number on his mind. Dark spots pooled into his vision ever so slightly, making him feel like he was seeing things. The air stung his eyes. Each step forward was a ridiculous exertion of his energy. Theo’s mind was so disconnected that he couldn’t even feel the weight of his body meeting the floor again. It felt like he was floating through the air or walking on clouds.

The outside air felt like a cool drink of water as he breathed it in, but the sunlight hurt. He winced visibly, his tolerance for the bright rays lowered than what it usually was. His thumb fiddled with the daylight ring on his finger with a sense of aggravation.

Theodore watched Mizuki call forth a taxi from the road, her smooth slender arm waving with the elegance of a willow branch in a breeze. The taxi seat had never felt more comfortable in his life. Theodore sank into the cushioned seating, his head resting instinctively on the back of the seat.

He nodded politely to Mizuki’s explanation of her secret loft, though it was out of a habit he formed to maintain cordiality when his mind wandered elsewhere. Truthfully, the words she spoke were unable to penetrate through the thick, curling fog that surrounded his brain. His eyes were closed throughout her explanation, her voice fading further away with each second that ticked by. Warm darkness pounced on his consciousness with the speed of a predator. He startled awake the moment he realized he had fallen asleep, looking out the window hurriedly. Mizuki was quietly peering out of the window, her back hovering forward off of the seat as if she was expecting them to arrive soon.

Theo sat up straight, clearing the sleep from his mind with a gruff clearing of his throat. He took the extended hand Mizuki offered him. Her grip was strong as she helped him from the vehicle. Her hand was cool to the touch, a refreshing break from the agonizing heat of the daylight.

A tall brick building stood before them, its white stones gleaming in the afternoon light. He had always loved these types of buildings. It’s what drew him to New York from London in the first place. There was something so alluring about it, he had always wondered what types of people lived in them. What types of lives they lived. He settled his eyes on Mizuki as she pulled open the heavy glass door. Now he had a clue.

A smile of amusement played across his face from Mizuki’s banter with the guard. It was evident from their interaction that the relationship stretched far back in time. Usually for vampires, lengthy relationships with humans were a problem. Time was not their friend in the human world. He was just beginning to learn that lesson, living through the first loss of family and friends as they neared the ends of their life spans.

He chuckled at Mizuki’s comment, referencing the same topic he had been worried about when sensing the depth of her relationship with the guard. Blissful ignorance. He wished more humans were able to live with it.

Theodore’s senses were attacked with a soft, housewarming smell as he entered the apartment. He was overwhelmed with the sense of safety and comfort. How could a smell do that much?

Mizuki began walking around the small space, pointing out various things for him to use and not use. He walked in further, the warm feeling of the light wood and various plants easing his senses.

It was endearing for him to think of her taking the time to mend clothes for humans and donate them. Most vampires didn’t have a high enough level of respect for humans to even interact with them, let alone dedicate a portion of their copious amount of time to provide a service. It warmed him to think of Mizuki sitting on the small couch, hunched over while she fervently sewed together holes in wasted articles of clothing. Although grateful for her offer of clothing, just the thought of the Lasombra right now made his stomach turn over. He knew he couldn’t be picky, Mizuki was doing her best to accommodate him in his time of need. They were just clothes, but the reservation of accepting someone like Alejandro’s help made his blood spike.

His eyes lazily followed Mizuki’s figure zipping around the room. Her words were too fast for him to process, he soaked in the information slowly, like water pooling above cracked asphalt. It would sink in eventually, but for now, it sat there in a puddle.

“Thank you, really,” Theodore said. “I don’t think I would’ve made it this far without you.”

He maneuvered over to where the bed was situated in the living room and began to empty out his pockets onto the nightstand beside it.

“Even if I wanted to go to the black market now, I don’t think I’d make it.” He rested his palm on the night stand in pause before looking over at Mizuki. “I’ll message you when I feel up to it again,” He smiled gently.

Once Mizuki had left, Theodore turned around to take in the small loft once more. It was odd how a room could hold so much of a person in it, without them being there. He had felt a rush of panic as Mizuki closed the door, panicked that his one sense of stability without Samantha had left him. The feeling reminded him of when he had first been turned, that lonely, dragging time of pain and fear until the Vieru found him. Until Samantha found him.

He sighed, rubbing his hands on his face to reset the unwanted thoughts from attacking him any further. Even without Mizuki here, her presence was strong enough to make him feel grounded. To not feel alone in this. Even with Layla still within the Vieru, the secret he was keeping isolated him from her. Everyone else was already calling for Samantha’s ashes.

Theodore ventured over to the bathroom and undressed quickly. He turned the shower on and stepped into the warm stream, closing his eyes as the pent up stress and exhaustion from last night melted from his body.

He padded out into the main room, finding the spot where he had left the hand me downs Mizuki had offered him. Once dressed, Theodore walked around the apartment and lowered all the blinds he could find. The relief from the sunlight lifted a weight from his chest. Theodore laid down onto the soft bed, his senses overwhelmed by the scent of clean linen mixed with a hint of Mizuki’s scent.

Within seconds, the deep pool of unconsciousness wrapped around his whole body.
--

When Theodore opened his eyes, the apartment was dark. The methodic, ticking sound of a clock clicked gently in the heavy silence of the room. He stared at the ceiling, reveling in the short bliss of a blank slate before the weight of his reality slammed back into him with sudden impact.

Theodore sat up, running a hand through his ruffled hair, which had now dried from his shower. His eyes looked over at the clock on the wall, having no trouble seeing in the pitch dark room. It was ten pm.

He picked up his phone and searched through the contacts, sending Mizuki a quick message that read.

Just woke up from my beauty sleep. Ready to check out this new artist? ​

He kept it cryptic enough, hopefully to avoid suspicion lest she be in the company of prying eyes. Theodore hoisted himself up from the bed and began to get dressed in his own clothes once more. He was ready to find this Cecil Ambrosius. Ready to find out what happened in that room with Maximus.