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Post by Alex Vipond on Oct 5, 2013 15:05:01 GMT -8
Placenia Hosea: Some tour buses parallel parked in the parking lot of the museum. Historical lovers, those who are willing to be taught was the best kind. Hosea exited one of them, he was the driver. A very typical thing for his type who'd cringe or start raising an eyebrow at the sight of machinary. Pfft. He studied humanity since his change from his original life to this, hell. But, he's learned to live with what cards he's been dealt. Once upon a time he hasn't always been around people, not too many. A microphone was placed under red lips, no shades or lipstick, this was like that since he was a boy. "I hope you all like the trip. Let us do this again, some other time. Any questions or suggestions you may have, ask. I'll be in my office." People from the tour buses filed out, each entering the museum talking and their conversations rising. Most talking about how much fun it was, the part about going to haunted places around Seattle. Did anyone see a ghost? Or was that just a sheet over that guy's head? The others followed, but soon died down after going around the corner. Some standing around to examine the many crypted paintings of famous supernaturals or those reported to have thought, they were. The museum had a dark atmosphere, many artifacts and paintings depicting occult-based themes. A gothic look that fit the Black Mask Museum. On the top outside the door was a medium sized bat and the words Blask Mask in front of it. The bat's eyes not flashing until at night, it was much different then.(d)
A Blessed Devil: A lone figure stood outside the travesty of a museum, he was not one of the giggly enthusiastic fans of the haunted tours or the museum in general, but he waited silently and patiently for the ones who would accompany him inside. The message had been to his friend, in a way asking assistance and also to be witness to what could, or could not, occur. He could blend in when he chose to, pretending to be human was all too easy when he had so many years of practice. To anyone passing by he would look like nothing but a very handsome blonde gentleman with a wide bright smile, but behind those slightly tinted sunglasses were eyes of violet that could bring down those even stronger than he was, which weren't many. Tousled dark blonde hair was hanging down around his face to his shoulders and the suit jacket had been shed somewhere along the line but he remained in the crisp black button down shirt, black pants and black leather shoes. The silent message went out, questioning how close his 'partner in crime' was, he cast a glance towards that gauche bat and simply smirked. "Overkill," he said quietly to himself, closing his eyes for a moment. (d)
DarkRosesoAngels: It would seem that AnnaLisa just missed the big tour as her arrival seemed to occur just as people moved from the buses to the museum entrance. She smiled politely and waved a bit as she entered the building. It was nice to get out and about and not trapped in a kitchen. She was in the mood to find new inspiration when she could. And what better place than a museum to find all types of inspiration for food mostly though. But, tonight was about relaxing and enjoying the evening. Approaching the museum as she seen the bat upon entry. She couldn’t help but think how someone was playing to the likes of humans and all their beliefs whether true or not. She couldn’t help but smirk in the moment as she entered and made her way inside. Not the first time she had been to the museum. Just not surprising it had been awhile since she had been so busy and drowning in school work. Trying her best to be at the top of her culinary class.::
Placenia Hosea: Black widow and brown recluse spiders drop down from strings hanging on ceilings, they seem quite authentic to the naked eye at first look. Countless marketers were known to use commercials to bring children to stores, hoping they'd convince their parents to buy it for them. This is what Hosea studied, by watching how the commerce worked he found it to his ideals that, if they want to believe that such species exists go right ahead that was his philosophy. He was stronger in his beliefs and views, philosophy was one of his best strong suits. A good debate goes a long way. He hasn't had any good arguments save for each who did, he'd overcome their talks. Everyone's opinions was listened, he often shared his own so when he feels he doesn't see eye to eye with the next person, there is the sense he would use his capabilities in this way. There is no crime in bringing what man likes, no illegal anything, since the dawn of time the human race started this shibang. They want money and so who brings it to them? Why? Consumers. That's who. If they didn't want to come here he wasn't going to force them to. Hosea stood looking at a few of his own artwork, some that he knew never went into any art galleries cause their owners felt, it was far too dark for the public so instead the Black Mask Museum was created. What better way to display his masterpieces except, his signature at the bottom was in a pen name than his real one. Alvin Long. Other artwork from abstracts was from some other artists who donated their work to this museum, nice folks.(d)
Alex Vipond: Lestat wouldn't have to wait long. That murdered out Benz rolled into the lot and Alex slid out. Green eyes scanned the crowd getting off the tour bus from behind dark shades. The black pea coat he wore over top of his black jeans and t-shirt kept the fall chill off as he rounded the car to open the passenger door for his sister. His hand went out to her, in offering to help her out. His eyes followed the crowd as they made their way into the museum. The advertisement set off warning bells throughout the community. No one liked having their laundry aired, especially the ones who have run from pitchfork wielding, torch bearing mobs. Fire and wooden pokey things... not favored items among their kind.
DarkRosesoAngels: AnnaLisa smiled as she appreciated the atmosphere of the museum. She started to walk the halls a bit as she looked at some of the pieces. She didn’t mind the spiders and other creepy crawlies that tended to scare other members of the living. She was quite relaxed as a piece or two would hold her attention for some time. There was something entrancing about the use of the brush strokes and the colors. At times it was hard to look away. She had a twisted sense of humor at times or perhaps darkness intrigued her a bit. Or it could be that she was easily amused with the truth in the darkness.::
BoundByDrkness: With the help of her brother, the pretty blonde haired and blue eyed dragoness would exit the Benz and follow her brother's lead. She was dressed like the many others of the city for the weather of today. Knee high boots in a brown muddy color, dark pants, a light cashmere long sleeve top over lapped by the dark brown leather jacket with its fur lined collar. Her hair styled in a fashion of many centuries ago for a Lady like herself with a braid for a crown. Of course, she wore the large ladies aviator glasses. This.... day walking was something of a transition to her. Something she wasn't quite use to seeing as she was made a creature of the night. But thanks to Alex's friend, Izzy, the witch made her a ring that allowed the dark seductress to walk in broad day light. Her brother would be able to tell, she was still hesitatnt about being out in the day light hours. [d]
A Blessed Devil: He stepped out of the shadows, pushing the glasses up onto his head and a young man caught a glimpse and hurried past him, causing him to slightly bare his teeth before he composed himself. The tourists and curious filed past, still on their emotional rollercoaster highs from their tour of said haunted locations, and he found himself in step beside Alex and who he quickly had found out was his sister. "It has been a while, my friend, and I do apologize. But I would not yet trust myself to come into this house of mockery alone, without destruction following." He gave an appreciative glance towards Nicolette, such a beauty she was and fascinating. "Mademoiselle Nicolette, it is a pleasure to finally meet you." Of course as they looked around, he knew that it was meant to attract customers young and old alike, but he had heard his own name spoken among the minds of the museum dwellers, and he wanted to see for himself how he was portrayed before he took the next step. (d)
Alex Vipond: It was good to have friends of the witchy kind. Alex left the brightening to Nicolette; his only concession to color was the deep burgundy scarf that hung loosely around his neck. When he spotted Lestat and his reaction to the human that scurried past, he smirked. "Dude, you totally need to not eat the patrons." He kept his voice low, but his amusement was no less to be heard for it.
Placenia Hosea: Mecca and Dakota noticed that some angry mobs were coming in. Looking at the one who controlled jaguars, Hosea's influence started when Lydia made him aware of what and who he was. If it wasn't for her this kind of thing might have not taken place. To be told worse. The jaguars stood beside him even as they watched. There were also workers both humans and paranormals, they have worked here for years knowing their employer. A paranormal looked at the Belle Morte who also stood in the lobby. "What is happening?" Hosea asked one of his employees. The paranormal was hired on the spot due to his abilities. "I don't know. You should go talk to them." This wasn't something he was expecting until now. If there was a Lestat he didn't know about him being an actual person. If they wanted to talk he could be civil about this, not in front of like millions of specimans whose already watching. Course, he didn't know the other's views regarding such. If he feels it was not a good idea, he was the most reasonable one and talking for him was his speciality after all. He did not flinch nor need to. (d)
Alex Vipond: Wasn't aware of any angry mobs, if he was, he sure as shit wouldn't be near them.
BoundByDrkness: Sunglasses were pushed up to set atop of that pretty little head of hers and when they were joined by another, blonde brows did arch curiously. A glance to her brother, questionably, and then gazed back at the man. It was no secret he was like them. However, Nicole wasn't aware of just whom the man was, not yet. "Likewise Sir." she replied. Back to her brother. "Alexandre, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend here?" she asked with a devilish grin. Already Nicolette was offering her hand to the man. However, eyes did glance to what appeared to be a mild case of semi mass confusion. [d]
A Blessed Devil: He took the beautiful woman's hand and placed the lightest cool kiss on the top before he winked at her with those hypnotizing eyes. "Lestat de Lioncourt," he said quietly, nodding to Alex's assessment. He didn't have to be able to read Lestat's mind to know what he was thinking. "You think me a raging brute all the time, do you, Alex?" But he was smiling about it, a smile that was safe for Alex and treacherous for whoever was on the receiving end of his ire. There would be no way possible that any of the creatures who inhabited the museum, excluding Alex and his sister, would know he was there, he was in no way a weakling that would let just anyone dig into his thoughts. Blood of ancients inside him would prevent any of that nonsense. "Blaspheming, Alex, that is what this is. One who is so careless that he will put out advertisement about our kind, let alone the 'fictional' vampire Lestat? I should rip his throat out for the indignation alone." (d)
Alex Vipond: "Lestat, Nicolette, Nicolette... My friend, Lestat." Alex tugged at Nicolette’s sleeve and shook his head at Lestat before he slipped his shades atop his head as they stepped inside, a glance around given and when he spotted Hosea, he started his way. "Let's find out what is what, hm? And do let's leave the ripping of throats for a less public venue." If any men Hosea sent to check out the Mod Squad tried to hinder them, Alex would merely compel them to go play on the freeway.
BoundByDrkness: Pretty smile given to the man who'se name was Lestate De Lioncourt. "A pleasure Mister Lestat." Ah yes... Nicole could appreciate a handsome man. The tug from her brother however, disruppted her... day dream, and she shot him a look before the pouty face came. Always such a party pooper! Once they were further within, Nicole grinned. "Games. I love games!" she quietly squealed. This little dragon had the ability to control the shadows, so Hosea and his people find it difficult to pin point the trio's exact location. Once Nicole manipulates the shadows... no one ever finds her or those who she hides with. [d]
Alex Vipond: Only the Shadow knows....
Placenia Hosea: A raise brow lifted, the display wasn't something realistic, but based on media and books than actual supernaturals. So, this was in a way interesting. It was not the real deal, but what millions have read in Anne Rice, Twilight, those kinds of things. He didn't expect anyone to actually get upset over what isn't real. In biblical scripture depicts sorcery for instance, lot of people who reads their bibles know about it already. He wasn't stupid enough to go telling outsiders about supernaturals outside. It would mean he didn't need to locate them, he wasn't going to. Hosea was patient, but he was also clever and smart for a Belle Morte he wasn't looking for trouble. Peace and relaxation then this happens. An assumption of what they may think, but if only he can get them to calm and discuss what this is all about before they make confirmation about what was real or wasn't. Paintings he drew was what many finds in vodoun, it's not like they don't know nothing about that. Don't worry, he didn't tell anyone about real fangers. If that was true he might have chosen to show his fangs and start ripping these humans, leaking his ardeur if he wanted to without notice, but he hasn't. If he did die it wouldn't necessarily stop much of his legacy. (d)
A Blessed Devil: He looked to Nicolette, sensing something very powerful inside her without looking too deeply, and he gave her one dazzling smile. "If you would like, my dear, I would be more than happy to take your hand and pretend to be your paramour. Though if dear brother's heart still beat, it would likely lapse into arrhythmia if we get too close." Choosing for one moment at least to behave himself, he looked to Alex and made the sign of the cross over his chest to show that he could be a good boy. "This one, he believes in his power, he does not see his own weakness, Alex. I will not rip his throat out, unless he provokes me. Then I will drag him into the shadows and drain him." (d)
Alex Vipond: Alex smiled as they closed the distance between themselves and Hosea. His hand was offered out as well as a smile as he looked around, but when he spoke it was low, in that frequency that was too low for human hearing, but which vampires had no issue. "You like to live dangerously I see." And then he was giving Lestat a double take. "Dude, that's my sister..." Normal tone, there, it was reflex. "She's a virgin." In his mind she was, at any rate. He looked around, spotted the pretty little blonde admiring the artwork and pointed her out. "There. Chase that one..."
BoundByDrkness: Nicole looked to Lestat and grinned. She had one arm looped with her brother and now the other was looped with Lestat's. No reason she couldn't have two handsome men on her arm. Brows arched though when Alex spoke loud enough for just them. "Alexandre I am not..." she argued. "I..." She quickly remembered where they were and who was with them, before cheeks would normally have blushed. She had been married! Or had he forgotten?! Though, she did snicker when her brother tried to divert Lestat's attention to some other pretty blonde. "Perhaps we could share her?" Nicole teased. [d]
Placenia Hosea: He didn't go looking for a fight, Hosea was a man with an IQ that could scare the next person. Operating machinary, driving cars, move his digits along the keys of calculators this man wouldn't need to do much violence since, the very least he wasn't probably strong in muscle, but too many underestimated his capabilities for that purpose. His clothes was mostly a pair of red trousers and a buttoned down oxford shirt, a blue green one. Around his neck was made in a flower pattern. Such beautiful man, his face flawless along with the hair that was baby soft, a nice dark brown completing his hazel eye coloring. A fluid motion like a cat, the grace of a swan, he figured that upon many who looks mostly those he passes that took an attraction to him real quickly. This was the way of Belle Mortes, the lust leaking off those whose inner sexual arouse could power him, it was like a battery mind you. Sexual fantasies, fetishes, that was his way. This museum was built so that people who came here looked at paintings, especially young girls who feels bewildered and so, he had to find a way to feed his ardeur or else, he wasn't kind nor nice..it can get out of hand causing anyone close by to be in need so this was how he was able to control his ardeur. Why else he opened such businesses? It's this or have some crazed population. (d)
Alex Vipond: At this point, Alex would cover his ears in the lalalala gesture of not hearing this. No he wasn't twelve but he didn't want to hear about his sister's sex life or potential sex life. As for violence, Alex was not prone to such. He was more the mediator not the instigator. Though, he'd had his moments, when he'd ripped a heart or two out and then there was that most recent event in Mexico... "Please stop, I can't know this...."
A Blessed Devil: He would not disrespect Alex, considering him a friend, but he was becoming slightly enchanted with the lovely sibling and he made no real effort to hide that fact. "A virgin, you say? What a pity, but I am sensing this ploy of yours is more brotherly protection that actual knowledge? Would it be such a bad thing to have your sister romanced by a vampire such as I?" Oh yes, the brat prince would still live, that brash cockiness wasn't likely to ever go away. But Alex did have an idea and he sent a silent thank you for it before he reached for Nicolette's hand in case she wanted to accompany him. "Big brother, I promise, she will come to no harm. Keep the Belle Morte alive for us until we come back, we might want dessert." (d)
BoundByDrkness: She just stared at the two men in bewilderment. Really? Seriously? Her sex life was up for discussion?! Of course, when her brother covered his ears, in true sibling fashion, Nicole would try to pry them off. "Alexandre Vipond... you stop that this instance!" She fussed. Though, when Lestat spoke, Nicole's pulling and tugging at her brother ceased and she smirked. When Lestat offered his hand, she eyed it for a long moment and then him. "What exactly are you up to Mister Lestat? I can't very well put myself in such danger without knowing plenty of detail..." she said with a grin. Though, the idea of what he spoke when it came to the Belle Morte, was appealing. The man could try his ardeur on the lil dragon as a defense mechanism, but ... he might come to regret it. Nicole wanted to play and sometimes, that sadly meant lives were at stake. [d]
Alex Vipond: Poor Hosea, here they were arguing in front of him. When Nicolette pried at his hands, he looked at her; then Lestat. His hands dropped. "What? No!" hushed but emphatic was his tone as he looked around and then back at them.
Placenia Hosea: Alex? What is he doing here? Shaking his head seeing that someone he considered one of his friends, with two other people he didn't know. Where was his wife Megan? "Alex? Blinks seeing that Alex Vipond of all people dropped in. Is he ashamed of this knowing somebody he actually cares about? He wasn't just this Belle Morte vampire, but a historian whose role is to share the histories of what the past, biblical views, those kinds of things. There was that some schools actually taught this kind of thing as he learned from his youth. It has shaped his way of thinking and what reason he opened such grim atmosphere to begin with. Is it just for feeding his ardeur? It was that he didn't like his sire ruining his chances of the future. A historian wanting to build his museums, but this wasn't his first idea. Marissa continued taking care of a man she sired in the heart of Spain. He was no longer connected to her the way he had when she first took him in cause of his beauty, his maturity was how his late father had raised his son. "If you have questions I can answer them." He wasn't one of the crazed vamps go figure. Did he know what he was doing was against the public? He didn't think so. Unless, they go to other locations that had a similiarity to his museum. (d)
A Blessed Devil: "You wanted to share the blonde that your brother so graciously appointed to us, I was simply offering to dine with you." He was speaking low enough for only the three of them and when he saw how close Hosea was, he flashed him a smile and made sure that he saw those eyes. "I believe that my questions have already been answered, but thank you. My lovely paramour and I are going to peruse some of your exhibits; I hear that Lestat is quite an interesting fellow." The smirk would be seen by Alex as well, and with Nicolette watching him, he motioned her in a different direction. (d)
Alex Vipond: Meghan was home, getting ready for the show tonight. Which, by the way, Alex had to be at sound check in two hours... He left Nicolette and Lestat to their sexual depravity.... Stepping closer to Hosea, he spoke low again. "Dude, you might want to change up your display. Remove any and all reference to Lestat and just ... toss in stuff about Dia de los Muertos and crap like that. Know what I mean? You got a lot of the community sweating blood with this display. Some of them... not so easy going. Maybe just keep it general and not so specific. Know what I mean?" He looked back at Lestat. "I didn't mean eat her, I meant... well eat her but not in that way." Because Alex is a little perv, just ask his wife.
Placenia Hosea: He felt the energies of a new jaguar in the area even as Alex was telling him all this. As for the new guy whose eyes were flashing, did that scare him off? Not particularly. He wasn't afraid to die so it would seem. His hands behind his back as he looked towards Alex nodding. "If it makes you feel uncomfortable I'll do that. I wasn't aware it could, uh..be a bit too much? I'll remove them off display." It was a compromise so there was no harm done aye? Let's all get along should we? Hosea wasn't in any way looking to start the first blood. Not that he was a pacifist. Half the women who lurked in the distance was high in lust, attracting them like moths to light at night. There is that when girls liked something there is that, they would do anything and that didn't always go too well. Hosea didn't want some public issues to make this many guests in his museum to feel anything could occur. Placenia Hosea: (d)
BoundByDrkness: Nicole beamed. "Oh, right!" Sorry, you have to forgive her. She sometimes forgets things in her excitement. When Hosea approached, she was taking Lestat's hand. "I wonder ..." her words cut off by her brother's own and she just stared. "And people wonder how we French came to have such a frisky and freaky image..." she smirked. As for Nicole's lust? It had absolutely nothing to do with the Belle Morte... talk about bursting one's bubble. Or balls. It had everything to do with Lestat, his appeal, and his lust for trouble! She looped her arm with his and flashed a smile, pretty as you please to her brother and his friend, Hosea. As she passed the... not so eye candy, she whispered in a delightful and playful tone. "Think of the elderrrrrsssss..." Almost as if saying, Neener neener boo boo, you're in trouble! Off with Lestat to that pretty blonde, but not before she stole a kiss from her brother as she placed it upon his cheek. "I'll catch up with you late... after I've had a .... bite to eat." she grinned. There was the flash of those eyes to him. Oh Lord... trouble was sure to follow! Once they approached that pretty blonde, Nicole made small talk, of how she loved the woman's jacket and purse, and then introduce her to her friend... Leo. Eventually, that pretty blonde was invited to join her and Lestat and they would disappear... somewhere. [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex nodded. "Made Lestat a might bit itchy..." he glanced over to see what the man was doing to... or with, his sister. One brow rose in question as he regarded Lestat as if to ask, 'fair enough?' and then he looked back at Hosea. "Cool. If you need any help, just let me know. I do have a show tonight so I won't be able to do anything now, but next week won't be a problem." Yeah, their perviness was totally a French thing. Growing up in court, one tended to learn a great deal. The most favored courtesans were those who could hum a good tune. His eyes narrowed as Nicolette teased, and he wagged a finger at her. "Behave...."
A Blessed Devil: He would owe Alex for that 'kindness', even though he was an ass, if his friend had made a fuss as much, he would have wistfully declined Nicolette's company. But as it were, Leo was interested in the woman as well, not as much as the company he was keeping but her blood smelled so good that he might just devour her even if he wasn't starving. He didn't starve anymore, but what fun it would be with a beauty at his side. He would not harm Hosea in any way unless it was warranted, funny how Alex's sister could distract him so easily. (d)
Alex Vipond: She was good at that.
BoundByDrkness: Grin! [d]
Placenia Hosea: A French wasn't she? It was interesting to have him being a Spaniard standing before one which, such historical moments in the books depicting such battles between France and Spain. His tone was gentle even as she spoke of Lestat and this trouble she say? He wasn't going to cower just because she said it like that. Hosea composed himself. Guess, most vampires wasn't the one who would sit and chat, what happened to the way of council discussions then ruling a verdict. That flies out the window doesn't it. "Thanks Alex. I'll ask if I need it. Somebody brought it in. I couldn't let the guy down." Shrugging his shoulders at whomever brought a Lestat painting, the Anne Rice books, man was like that. Did he want to disappoint who wanted to make such display? (d)
Alex Vipond: She didn't voice trouble to follow it was no doubt meant in a most deviant way, knowing his sister, which would have had Alex covering his ears again, had she actually spoken up about it. When Hosea mentioned the donator of the painting, Alex nodded. "Understandable. Perhaps if the man is disappointed in its removal you can cite copyright infringement."
A Blessed Devil: It was amazing how quickly Lestat would return, Nicolette had wandered off to check out other parts of the museum presumably and there was no trace of evidence on him once he rejoined his friend again. No one was dead and yet his skin was slightly flushed with the infusion of blood coursing through him. Yes, most certainly he might have found a new muse but this one would be amusing to track. His eyes went to the painting and the display, a hint of amusement in those violet eyes. "And really, does it do me any justice?" he asked, laying it on thick because of various interpretations of what he would look like. (d)
Alex Vipond: "True." Alex nodded as he regarded the painting. "One could be hard pressed to even draw a comparison."
Placenia Hosea: If he has to, he can start being more vampiric to whomever brought such things. Hosea only told the truth. A human with a passion for supernaturals has also build a manor, that was even before Hosea constructed this museum. See, he isn't the only one who has a business in the occult. That guy, a rotund human with crisp cut locks left long time ago. He's got a Lestat everything so what their saying is this, the man standing in front of him is the Lestat?! "You're..Lestat?" Scrutinizing the man from head to toe. Quietly mind you so that no one but them was talking. (d)
Alex Vipond: Anne Rice had things pretty much spot on because she had it direct from the source. And it all went down as excellent fiction. Art imitating life, and all that. And so long as it stayed that way, all would be good. Alex smiled and nodded to those who passed and sent the trio a glance.
A Blessed Devil: "You seem surprised? You thought what you read in a book was only fiction? Well, I sir am living proof that sometimes you can believe what you read." He picked up one of the books and looked at it, such a long time since he had even worried about those journals of his. The ones that Marius and Armand had both encouraged him to write. Alex would be right, there would be no announcing to the world that he was alive, or any of the others. "We shall keep it our little secret, shall we? I will let your museum continue as normal as I see you have people interested, if you simply take these connections to me away." (d)
Placenia Hosea: Really? Course as long there was suddenly no Edward or Jacob coming in the building, then again, an Edward Cullens could and tell them all they can sparkle by opening their shirts, but the man standing there was something live and breathing or..well, non-breathing nonetheless. "I do read, classics are my favorites. I have a library filled with them you can say. Anne Rice is a nice piece of article. If there was paintings of him he wouldn't mind it since, it would be nice to be well known. Guess, not everybody wants to be aye? Oh, almost forgot to greet Alex properly. Reaching out to him, a squirrel handshake was done hiddenly. "I've already sent my men to do just that." Smiling vaguely at the other vampire, a legend come to life before him. (d)
Alex Vipond: Yes, formalities. Alex rarely ran across anyone older than he of late. Alea he avoided like the plague. Sebastian was ... somewhere. Alex wasn't sure to be honest. The one thing about Alex that most vampires couldn't ever understand: Alex had no desire to be known for what he was, but rather who. The artist; the musician; the man who over the weekend made a coffee table for the apartment above the studio out of a sheet of old tin ceiling tile; a man who liked animals and took in strays; a man who made music; a husband. Vampire was so far down on that list as to be nonexistent.
A Blessed Devil: "I do thank you, Hosea. I would hate to have to kill you, since I feel like you mean no harm." He just brushed it off like it was nothing, the brewing anger he felt when he walked inside the museum was gone, and a pleasant almost fuzzy feeling had taken over him. He just smiled as he looked around, taking on that non-human quality for just a moment. "Alex, my friend, I do believe that Marius would be amused here, he would find this sort of thing interesting." He scanned those around him, glancing through their thoughts, and he felt vindicated. "I believe, gentlemen, that there is something nearby I need to explore. Alex, I will see you again soon? And your sister as well." (d)
Placenia Hosea: He gave a squirrel handshake to the other vampires whom he thought it was just as appropriate. "Later.”
Alex Vipond: And there's the face palm moment. Alex did refrain from actually slapping himself in the face, but only barely. He smiled and offered his hand out to Lestat. "Until we meet again."
A Blessed Devil: He would have to keep those thoughts separate, he didn't want to get into a scrapping match with Alex, so he bid them both a goodbye and with no surprise to Alex, in that blink of an eye he had disappeared very quickly. Like he had never been there. (d)
Alex Vipond: Alex looked at Hosea and shrugged. "French." As if that said it all and in a way, it did. They were notoriously arrogant. Toss nobility in on top of that and vampire too and you had a hat trick for arrogance.
Placenia Hosea: Sadly, he wasn't a Frenchman and how he worded everything was pure Spanish and in Spain they say, there is that resting thing they do when they've put in all that work. Yes, he often has a siesta as he has since he's lived in his hometown. His body built wasn't made to reach out and grab a person in a more physical sense. Instead, it was made for acrobatics like a feline. A frame that most Spanish men like their women can handle their own with a few quick manuevers. He did carry guns, but they were at his home in a cabinet full of historical weapons. One good skill was he was a marksman. "I've come to learn to negotiate with such." His father was in the war when the Spanish fought the French long time ago. They also fought in other wars aside from that. A Spaniard vampire whose hobbies was fine arts and books, television was set to watch the history channel. (d)
Alex Vipond: Alex had no desire to do so. The one time he did, he ended up calling them up and telling them they had it wrong. He hadn't watched since. One brow did rise, however at the comment about negotiating with such. "Really." Alex then checked the time. "Well, I have sound check in forty five minutes, and I really need to get there." He looked back at Hosea. "If you feel like coming to see a show, please, drop by. It's at the Grumpy Gator."
Placenia Hosea: Smiles at Alex. "You know I wouldn't miss it for the world. Do you not have cds out and such?" He asked his friend, hoping perhaps he may actually buy a copy of Alex's music.(d)
Alex Vipond: "Two, in fact, another coming out before the end of the year." Alex smiled and nodded. "We will have merch at the show, so people can buy if they like and we are accepting donations for a couple of charities. The show is free, however."
Placenia Hosea: A free show he said? That's nice. He didn't have too much of a problem spending his money. While Alex did his tours singing he did much of his by sharing knowledge of historical moments. Biblical and down the lines from there that is who he was so singing wasn't one of them, he tried that once and look where it got him. "If you need me for anything hollar aye Senor?" Smiling wryly at him. They can help one another you know? It was an opportunity he can't miss out on which is now.(d)
Alex Vipond: "Spread the word. Call the radio stations and request my songs. That's how tours are made." Alex nodded and offered his hand out to him once more. "I gotta jam, but I'll see you later."
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