Abattoir Salon ((September 2009)) ((First half))

Sebastian immediately drops his Twin's hand and sneers at her with a cold look in his eyes. He then answers her with a menacing tone.

"Renee. How is it you're able to bore me to death night after night? And how is it I put up with you? Oh, I forgot. You have forced me with your vile blood."

He folds his arms and stops walking, refusing to move any further with her.

Sebastian pouts a little but is unable to refuse his Consort. He sinks into the opposite chair silently, watching her eyes carefully. Waiting apprehensively. He might have gone a bit too far with the last comments.

Tara retrieves her phone from her purse, it's pink and bedazzled from the children at the burn ward doing their art projects all over it. She carefully went through her numbers, at the same time keeping a casual ear out for everything happening in the room. She dialed Amelita's number, smiling even over the phone, some people tended to think that people could tell when you were doing it, so Tara didn't mind putting that theory to the test... smiles were for free after all.

Tara makes a little 'humph' noise then puts her phone away, it had been a while since she had called Amelita, it was possible she had changed numbers since then. Though small, that was all Tara needed to pique her curiosity. She had stumbled onto a mystery that she would have to get to the bottom of. Maybe Amelita needed her help, or maybe she honestly forgot her, it didn't matter much now, Tara was already intrigued so it was about to be looked into regardless of what the outcome would ultimately be.

She looked to the twins who seemed to be in top form tonight they had done everything she'd come to expect from them. Tara walked over toward Renee and Sebastian. She stood a foot or two back to give them space. Her hands were clasped together and she walked like a dignified lady though she didn't particularly dress as if she had means. "Hello Renee and Sebastian... it is I Tara", she says with a smile, anyone that knew her would know that her intro was a lighthearted jest and she rarely spoke in such a way.

christiaen wrote:
"Your Majesty. I'm not sure our new servant is working as hard as she can on the shadows. I think she may need more time on the hook to remind her of her station in life." He grins wickedly and glances back at the old woman shuffling behind them urgently.

Spoiler:

2009-10-26 10:18:39 - Victoria Granger rolls 8 dice to Shadow Play; 7,2,1,6,3, 7,2,4 (0 successes)

With the foppish little wretches blunt statement, Victoria loses all concentration and her hold over the shadows dancing within the white fabric of both expensive gowns diminishes quickly as her mind's eye focuses on the soiled gnarly fingers that part the grimy, gore-soaked hair of her torpid nightmare. The reference of the meat hooks still stings vividly in her memory.

dean wrote:
"Sebastian, how is it that you're able to dwell for so long on the same boring things?"

A slight unnoticable grin creeps to Victoria's face. If they only knew the pure enjoyment she feels at seeing King Pale belittled by his goddess.

christiaen wrote:
"Renee. How is it you're able to bore me to death night after night? And how is it I put up with you? Oh, I forgot. You have forced me with your vile blood."

The grin disappears as quickly as it came as she witnesses the rage building within that foppish mask because she is suddenly reminded of the power dwelling him within as well. He muttered just a few quick words and her body was transformed to this old wrinkly crone, what he could accomplish with anger as his fuel truly scared her.

dean wrote:
"Brother, kindly take a seat opposite me and stop speaking. Remain this way until you are given leave to do otherwise."
She beckons Victoria over with a silken hankerchief dotted with red.

With apprehension, Victoria slowly moves forward and settles on her bony withered knees before Renee just as the elegant kindred from the bar walks over and introduces herself as Tara. Her head slightly bowed and never hinting of Tara's arrival, Victoria answers the beckon call in a moderate whisper, “Yes. Queen Pretty?”.

christiaen wrote:Krystel

"You're right. I guess he doesn't need rescuing. Just the same -- that guy had serious 'creep' factor. I'm glad he's gone. Daren must have been really shook up to take off like that... wonder what the deal was?" Madison folds her arms and keeps a watch out.

Krystel shrugs.

"So, what is there to do around here, besides watch everyone else's drama?"

Madison grins at the opportunity. "Oh, I don't know... Mail-box bashing? Cow tipping? Depends on what you consider 'fun', now doesn't it?" She laughs and moves a little closer to Krystel, to help keep her voice down. "Seriously, depends on what you consider fun. I mean, this town can support pretty much whatever bizarre kink you have secreted away, but I definitely don't need to hear about it. Hit up a club, you'll find a kine that will please you. Or check out Verboten. If you can stomach the Invictus influence, the shows can be quite... arousing. Just don't get into trouble before tomorrow night. Jackie and Kostya are going to need you, K?"

"If you're cool, I think I'm going to call it a night. Have some reading to catch up on."

He nods.

"Thanks for the company."

Shortly after Madison leaves, Krystel heads out, as well.

With apprehension, Victoria slowly moves forward and settles on her bony withered knees before Renee just as the elegant kindred from the bar walks over and introduces herself as Tara. Her head slightly bowed and never hinting of Tara's arrival, Victoria answers the beckon call in a moderate whisper, “Yes. Queen Pretty?”.

Renee smiles regally and motions with her handkerchief, "Darling Victoria, I want you to display more of your fabulous shadows upon my King so that we might play Charades. I'll give you the word I'm thinking of, you come up with a way to demonstrate it, and Sebastian will be your canvas."

Queen Pretty smiles deviously at King Pale. "Rise, Brother. Perhaps you and Tara can attempt to guess the words she illustrates?"

Spoiler:

Renee leans over to Victoria and whispers "indignity"

"Oh dear", Tara whispers a bit under her breath. Tara smiles very hard embarrassed for Victoria, if she isn't for herself. She grabs a seat and crosses her legs in a lady-like manor. "I'm no good at these sort of games... but I'll try my best". While waiting for the show to start she leans in and whispers, "I see that you still like to have your fun, I know that I haven't been around in a while but the oddest thing just happened to me Amelita seemed like she didn't remember me", Tara says in the manor of gossip.

Victoria nods to "Her Majesty" and slowly stands, "This may take a second or two." She then closes her eyes and concentrates, using the unique ability taught to her by her sire.

Spoiler:

2009-11-10 21:07:35 - Victoria Granger rolls 11 dice to Shadow Play (used willpower); 2,1,9,2,4, 7,4,9,9,1, 5 (3 successes)

Once again, the subtle shadows projected from the decorative lighting of the salon begin to swirl and coalesce upon King Pale's gown. In the center of his foppish flat chest, just under the designer cut neckline of his gown, the shadows start to form a women, obviously hunched and withered, leaning on a cane or stick. The old women shadow then starts to wave her free hand around and around in graceful arcs. As suddenly as the shadows movement began, it stops with a sharp pointing finger directly to its left where another shadow swirls and mingles, creating the form of a small puny man wearing a dress. The man shadow then starts dancing in circles like a pitiful ballerina. The old women shadow seems to grab her stomach and begins convulsing, as if she were stricken by uncontrolled laughter, then she falls to the apparent ground and rolls back and forth while her shadow form seems to evaporate back into the surrounding shadows from whence it came. The man shadow also begins to fade away, still turning circles and dancing.

As Victoria casts the shadow magic, she shifts her concentration to the conversation between Tara and Renee, wondering who on earth this Amelia could be.