#stormhcted

[thejadedking]

"Peut-être." The Ventrue hummed as he moved to the car, settling himself inside without much concern, it was something he'd done more times than he cared to count, not sparing the driver much notice despite the human politely nodding towards him and his guest. "Good evening Mr. Bazory, Mr. Lambert." The man politely uttered with a formal nod of his head before closing the door and heading for the driver's seat.

"Mm. If the elevator isn't working, I will have someone there to fix it first thing in the morning." It wasn't difficult to get things done in Kindred circles, as well as the fact that they had their influence spread deep among humans as well, many of them working for the Camarilla in areas or times of day that vampires didn't want to or couldn't be around for.

"Is that so?" Galeb turned to look at Sebastian with a light tug of his brows, lips pursed together for a moment. "Impressive." He always liked to see good business, even more so when it was someone he had a particular interest in. "The clients I gave you were impressed with your work. You have quite a talent, mon cher."

“Tu dis ça maintenant...” A rare bit of sass he couldn’t help but utter as he followed behind, and looking at the car it only solidified his thought. This was… a familiar lifestyle. A nice lifestyle. One that would definitely judge the fact that where he lived? Looked and smelled like it hadn’t stepped out of the 80s.

Oh, God, this was going to be embarrassing…

Sebastian made sure to give a polite nod and smile to the chauffer, scooting in to his side and making sure to give a quick utter of an address. “Hopefully the elevator’s finally been fixed… I’m not that far up from the first floor but climbing the steps up to the third floor’s always an unpleasant experience.” A pause. “… And questionably odor filled.”

Though one thing he did remember come to mind, the light little spark of recognition zipping off the top of his head almost like a light bulb couldn’t really be helped. “They did put my ad for Lock & Co. in the elevator.”

[thejadedking]

@stormhcted asked: “  there’s no way i can hide these marks…  ” ( It’s his birthday ok >.> )

MORNING AFTER STARTERS

Maybe the immortal could have been more gentle when handling the mortal, though -- - it didn't particularly bother him, as long as the man was still alive, he remained of use to him. And perhaps a touch of company that wasn't enshrouded with some sort of vampiric politics was a rather welcome reprieve after recent events in Boston.

"Then don't." Galeb was as blunt as ever, sliding closer to him along his expensive navy silk sheets. A cool hand raised, fingertips lightly grazing the light bite marks that he'd left on Sebastian's skin, nothing deep enough to actually draw any noticeable blood, but enough to leave prints of his dangerously close nibbles. "Hm. Perhaps I should have warned you...." A sinful smile dawned the vampire's lips. "I bite."

[lightsblooming]

@stormhcted hopefully has the stamina for a billion questions.

sebastian might be busy with work, but mary would hardly know the distinction between what adults do; it's all the same to her.

she stands extremely close behind him, unnoticed until she speaks.

"why do you talk different?"

[undeadunalive]

@stormhcted ∣ sc

“You seem such an amiable chap… how is it you spend so much time alone? Is it by choice?”

[mvncesa]

“You’re living out a death sentence in there.” / sc. ; @stormhcted​

[whcwashe]

starter call || @stormhcted​

“ --- you’re a cat guy, right?”

Because that was a normal way to start a conversation, wasn’t it? “Because I’d like to consider myself a cat person, but really I’ve just mostly had plants so far. And I moved into my father’s house recently, and it turns out that his ..... cat is still there.” Which was an understatement, given that the cat was a several century old leopard. “And I can’t figure out what to feed him because he’s .... he’s very large. Like really ... really large.”

[noetic-noesis-noein]

@stormhcted​ has entered the shop

   “Ah Christ.” Looking up to the sky, dark clouds formed, angrily dogpiling together. She should’ve read the weather, should’ve thought ahead for just a minute. Instead, here she stood on someone’s fire escape, anxiously staring up to the sky.

[cryptidsdad]

@stormhcted​ [x]

“You’re quite welcome.” An apologetic smile as he held out a few envelopes. “The she in question’s my cat, uh—which will explain the little bite marks and claws. We just moved in, and she’s been a bit aah… adventurous in exploring her new hom

“Yeah.” The word was muttered in a voice raspy with sleep. He reached out to take the offered envelopes before an eyebrow raised at the comment about who, exactly, the she was. “Probably not the worst mail thief that’s ever hit the town. There’s a corgi across the street that’s notorious for taking your newspaper.”

[nightmdic]

"Darling, who's this?" (but to the flavor of posing to pull out of a Situation because he's a good friend like that)

     She’s quick to place a wide smile on her features at the familiar voice, a hint of relief in her gaze when it meets with his own. This conversation was certainly getting rather agitating to her; out of all the places, she didn’t expect to see an aged-old ex in her favorite little cafe. . .she’s gonna need to find a new place to get tea.

     “Oh, this is Alexander - he was just heading out.” Least, she’s hoping that’ll be enough to halt the taller, scruffy man before her - one that seems a bit taken aback by the sudden presence. 

@stormhcted​

[timeagxnt-a]

@stormhcted is ridiculous:

“So… I’ve been wondering. It’s probably silly but like—you’re you. And you’ve traveled through time. Do… do you even know how old you actually are?”

Yes, this is the kind of thing that keeps him up at night.

Jack rolled over onto his side when Sebastian spoke, wrapping an arm around him to pull him close. "Can't sleep, handsome?" He hummed and traced shapes over his chest as he thought his question over.

"I do, but do you really want to know the answer?"

[firelightfables-arc]

remaking in beta for @stormhcted from here x

The guy’s angles and awkward starts and stops, like someone who either doesn’t get out much or has gone out far too much in years past. Orson isn’t sure which it is, but he can handle it. In his years behind the counter, he’s heard, listened, and seen perhaps not all but enough. Besides, how could he stop when he finally coaxed out a laugh?

So with a bit of a snort, he grabbed another glass to load into the wash bin. Glancing sideways at the other as the thoughts turned until some semblance of a story came about. Orson wasn’t sure he should be surprised. One didn’t seem to be that uncomfortable in the world without some kind of history.

Yet what kind of person had the type of luck that had them nearly electrocuting themselves at a bar?

Color Orson interested. “Cliche isn’t always a bad thing. And between you and me? Trouble makes the best kind of interesting cliche around.” He pegged the guy as one for running from family. Perhaps a bad holiday dinner. Or even an incident that left a black mark on his name back home. Orson certainly could identify with that.

It wasn’t polite to ask, however, so instead he finished loading the bus bin and left it at the edge of the counter to be carted away. “Not sure you told me what kind of work’s more interesting than trouble.”

[normaltothemax]

If the man was red, Marc didn't comment on it. Though that was less about being polite and more of him being lost in his own head. "Yeah, me neither." A slight frown as he thought of Viejita, stuck at home all by herself. Not that he cared about Jake's stupid cat. "Do cats not like storms?" He definitely wasn't thinking about her cowering under the bed, shivering and shaking in fear. Nope, definitely not.

“… Suppose you’re right. But I don’t really know any other way to return back home…” A beat, and maybe he just realized how silly of an admission it was to just give to a complete stranger. And, wow, was he suddenly a bit red from embarrassment? Probably. “S-sorry, I haven’t lived here long enough to remember all the train lines by heart. Not to mention the absolute dread my poor cat must be feeling—”

Yep, he was just going to ramble for a bit.

[thejadedking]

@stormhcted asked: "I didn't know where else to go."

SEND “I DIDN’T KNOW WHERE ELSE TO GO.” FOR YOUR MUSE TO SHOW UP AT MY MUSE’S DOOR.

With a lift of his chin, the elder's gaze wandered over the mortal just briefly. The temptation to simply turn him away and simply ignore the man did come to mind -- - he was human, after all, something that Galeb viewed with utter disinterest and disgust. Though this one was useful, and if the vampire did turn him away, it could cost him somewhere down the line. Getting a replacement was easy, money was no issue, but for the meantime, it meant he didn't have to suffer dealing with even more mortals.

"Hm." He contemplated momentarily. "Come in." The creature said simply, stepping off to the side to let Sebastian in, head nodding politely as a hand gestured for him to step inside. Within was a grand and rather modern home, every surface clean and polished, remnants of his previous lives dotted around here and there like a museum, one that only he understood. "What happened?"

[lightsblooming]

"Mm?" It seemed like it's been quite the day, but the fond little smile couldn't be helped. Instead of waking her up, Sebastian went ahead to carefully tuck the little well dressed birthday teddy bear against her. The little ribbon box he had in his hand? Well... that could wait for later.

birthday girl | @stormhcted

mary stirs, pressing into the the sudden soft plush until she's curious enough to be awake, eyelids fluttering open.

sleepily, she holds out the bear, then sits up with a small gasp—she hadn't gone to sleep with this bear, and yet here it was. fancy, and soft, and new. she brings it into her lap to admire, running a hand across its fur, punching at the little clothes.

"oh, hi—a new friend."

[undeadunalive]

@stormhcted​ ∣ sc

“Quite the companion you have there, Sir. What is its name? If I may ask.”

[queryxecho]

@stormhcted cont. bc of new editor

They can't help but be curious at what their new 'guest' was up to, at least right up until the light flickered, went out and the relative block was plunged into darkness.

"That's a cool trick," Query breathed, still letting her eyes adjust amidst the wonder of it. "You're a metahuman," or something similar enough. Regardless, the gun is unnecessary and she put it away. "I'd call you lucky but honestly, the friends we have like you seem to always have the short end of the stick."

"Not to mention control issues," Echo muttered. That was a struggle they didn't envy. Still, not to bite the hands that feeds them and all that, they're still grateful. It's a great distraction. "Thank you, hun. You gonna be good tonight? If you need somewhere to hunker down..."