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Invisible Nightengale Captain
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 Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 1:28 pm
And it will always be the same night! That's right, NO sunrises EVER!!! (I'm using my character I created from a previous RP, but ignoring all the stuff she went through there.) Literacy please!
Helena walked alone into the club. She didn't see anyone she knew, so she sat at the bar with a red wine and drank. The human she'd had an hour ago had an unpleasant taste in his blood, and she knew he'd been taking painkillers.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 3:32 pm
Barnabas walked in moodily with his cane and ordered a brandy. His plans to find someone to replace his beloved Josette were going poorly and he was stuck for new ideas.
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Invisible Nightengale Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 3:44 pm
Helena sipped her wine, looking at the strange newcommer out of the corner of her eye as he ordered a brandy. She brushed a lock of hair out of her face.
"'Evening," she said, smiling slightly.
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 1:45 pm
Finishing her wine, Helena decided the strange Kindre-not-Kindred with the cane wasn't going to respond, so she left the bar and moved to a quiet table to call her sire.
"Lillie? You busy?"
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"No, everything's going smoothly here. Lots of newcomers in the club."
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"Well, a lot of them are... different."
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"Like us, yet not like us kind of different." She waited, listening to the background noise at her sister-club, The Haven, and to Lillie insisting she speak with Julian Luna.
"No, really, no need to bother Julian with--" she sighed.
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"Yes, Julian, I know the danger."
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"Yes, of course I understand, but there's no need for alarm yet. I'll keep my eyes and ears pealed for trouble." She'd gotten up, and was pacing around the table.
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"Yes, I'll probably need your help, so I will tell you if it comes to that." Helena sat down again.
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"Listen, should I be worried about this Starkweather? I mean, do you think he'll leave San Francisco?" Her voice quivered slightly at the thought of the latest news of the bloodbath in San Fransisco.
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"Well, if you need any help-"
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"Is Daedalus around tonight?"
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"I see, and don't you DARE tell him that! Just tell him I said 'hi'.
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"You're not funny, Julian," she said flatly before hanging up the phone again.
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Invisible Nightengale Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 3:29 pm
((Is this taking place in The Haven, or some other club?))
Navon enters the club in such a way as to not draw attention to himself, although sometimes that can be difficult. His hair is blond and falls right below his shoulders, and it is pulled back in a pony tail at the nape of his neck. His eyes are a pale blue not unlike that of a husky's. He's tall, six feet, four inches. He seems very "Norse". Unlike the pretty boys that seem to be in fashion, his face is handsome and masculine. His shoulders are broad and he is muscular. He appears to be around 34.
He is wearing a black, casual suit that is more than likely as expensive as a car. His shoes are highly polished to a mirror shine. There is one odd thing about him, he wears a black leather glove on his right hand.
Navon slips into a booth and starts to watch the other people in the room.
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 4:16 pm
(Other club. Helena owns it. She was on the phone, and her sire, Lillie, was on the other end at The Haven.)
Helena sighed, and shook her head, thinking of Daedalus. She stared at the stage, listening to the music. All around her, the odd crowd of Kindred-not-Kindred were mingling. No longer up for a party scene, she stayed in her seat, ordered a second glass of wine, and played with the ends of her silvery-blonde hair.
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Invisible Nightengale Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 6:30 pm
((Gotcha))
Navon studies each person in turn. His left hand lightly touches the surface of the table. His long fingers drum softly on the smooth tabletop. His pale eyes trail over to the women playing with her hair. She was obviously bored. A small smile graces his full lips. He could relate. He was without his noisy group this evening. Said noisy group was back at the hotel. He wondered if this would be a good place for them to preform. He needs to find the owner and have a conference.
Thinking he should get a glass a wine so he could blend in with all the humans, he makes his way to the bar. For such a large man his movements are graceful and silent.
When he passes the dance floor a women "accidentally on purpose" bumps into him. He steady her by placing his hands on her shoulders.
"Careful now. We wouldn't want you to get hurt, would we?" He smiles, and the woman looks as if she will swoon. His voice is deep and smooth. It would be good for radio. He passes by and leaves the woman standing there gawking at him.
He finally reaches the bar and places his order, "Red wine, Barbaresco 1993 if you have it. Or a Chianti 1997. Bring the bottle." When his wine is brought to him he hands over his black MasterCard. After signing he places the card back in his leather wallet.
Navon puts his back to the bar so he can face the room and study its contents.
"Is it always such a delightful mix here?" His accent places him as British. He doesn't look at Helena, but the question was directed to her.
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 7:12 pm
Helena turned to look at the handsome man and smiled.
"Usually," she said, "but tonight it's confusing." She stood up.
"My name is Helena," she said, holding out her hand for him to shake; "And you are...?"
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Invisible Nightengale Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 10:52 pm
Navon extends his gloved right hand. Oddly his middle and ring do not seem to bend right. His pinky finger does not bend at all. His handshake is firm, but not rough. It is the perfect politician handshake.
"Navon Orpheus. Pleasure to meet you." His blue eyes flicker over her face before looking back to the room.
"Confusing in what way?" His eyes scan the area, looking for something of interest no doubt. His posture is relaxed, but this does not mean his guard is down. He is holding his wine glass in his left hand, but he hasn't taken a sip yet. The glass almost looks like a child's glass in his large hand.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 2:53 pm
"Likewise," Helena nodded. She pushed a lock of her hair out of her face.
"Please, sit down," she offered, taking her own suggestion. Once seated, she began to explain.
"Well, usually my club is filled with Kindred like me, but tonight something's off." She sighed.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but you, for instance. And almost everyone here. You're all like me, but you aren't like me, if you catch my meaning. And you certainly aren't human, so I have to ask: what clan are you?" She realized how quickly she spat the words out then, afraid of being too forward or offensive toward her guest. She took a deep breath, sipped her wine, and allowed her heart to stop.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 11:42 am
((I originally had him set up for an Anita Blake RP. I shall have to change him slightly.))
Navon eases his large frame onto a bar stool. He finally takes a sip of his wine. His eyes close as if he is savoring the flavor. Slowly his lids open revealing his blue eyes.
"You are very straight forward." He smiles, revealing his white teeth. "Ventrue." He pauses a moment, "Yes, that seems about right." He shrugs slightly, as if it really doesn't matter what clan he is from. Or that he simply does not care.
"What clan do you hail from?" He figures it is only fair. One piece of information for another.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 4:44 pm
Nilithyana ((I originally had him set up for an Anita Blake RP. I shall have to change him slightly.))Navon eases his large frame onto a bar stool. He finally takes a sip of his wine. His eyes close as if he is savoring the flavor. Slowly his lids open revealing his blue eyes.
"You are very straight forward." He smiles, revealing his white teeth. "Ventrue." He pauses a moment, "Yes, that seems about right." He shrugs slightly, as if it really doesn't matter what clan he is from. Or that he simply does not care.
"What clan do you hail from?" He figures it is only fair. One piece of information for another. (You needn't change him. It would be interesting to see if Kindred and vampires from other stories got along.) "I have to be a little straightforward. Toreador like me aren't usually in charge of the cities, and... you're not Ventrue either." She bristled a little. "You look like Ventrue, talk like Toreador, lie like a Brujah, are as old as many Nosferatu... yet these are not your clans are they?" Helena had gotten up as she was speaking, and was slowly walking around the table, sizing Navon up. "Not Gangrel, either," she said to herself quietly. She sat back down, holding her head in her hands. Her dark almost purple eyes were closed as she racked her brain, but she couldn't think. After several minutes, she slowly opened her eyes, regaining her composure. "Who are you, really?" she asked carefully.
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Invisible Nightengale Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 7:06 am
((Sure thing! He fits better in that universe.))
"I've already told you, my name is Navon Orpheus." He smiles, but this time it is larger, and his pointy canines show. Usually when he smiles they never do. He remains calm. He watches her, but shows some disinterest when he sips his wine.
"It usually is easier to pick one of those clans. It makes it so much easier to interact." Again he smiles, but no fang peeks through.
"And no, I'm not in any of those clans. I guess you could see me as a drifter. Then again, I do not strictly adhere to your rules either, but I shall not cause any trouble." He sets down his glass.
"I'm here merely as a producer. I own a band and travel with them from place to place. I am only here to get them a job. Is that a legitimate excuse? It's an honest one at any rate."
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 2:07 pm
"Forgive me," Helena said, sheepishly. She blushed a little.
"I didn't know there were any of the Clanless still around. The way Daedalus explained you... Well, after all, I am only nine-and-a-half years old in this life." She laughed at herself.
"So many Clanless Ones! Well," she thought for a second, shaking her head; "I would like to hear your band play," she decided.
"If you bring them around early tomorrow evening, I'll give them a shot. If I like them, we can hammer out the details afterward." She vaguely noticed that some of the few humans around were eyeing them jealously. Helena ignored them, glancing briefly at the ring on her right hand. It was large and gold, with a red stone in its center that was much too gaudy to fit her.
"If you can understand and excuse me, that is," she added, leaving the ring to toy with the much simpler gold locket that stopped just an inch above the neckline of her little black dress.
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