[h3][color=00746b]Augustus Wesley | House of Ventrue | [ Bedroom - Nest ] | 8:00 PM.[/color][/h3]
[indent][color=7bcdc8]Augustus awoke to a sound he was all too familiar with at this point. Sure, he would've loved to recede back to the comfort of his blanket, but exposure to this sound already rung in him a sense of inclination -- that to it's might he had to respond. As though an explosion, Augustus left the humble dwellings of his meandering dreams, undid his blanket and threw himself out of bed. Bashfully bounding for the bathroom, Augustus had been all for preparedness and hygiene, and to that idea he felt loyal. It'd never leave him. Out of the confines of his drawer he'd withdrawn a locket, and after hastily draping over himself a careful, upstanding collared shirt, a bronze fawn norfolk jacket, and a chalky cravat that ties down to the aforementioned jacket, although fashionably loose and unbuttoned. Recently, Augustus took about him the habit of sleeping throughout the morning and afternoon and waking up at night, to practice for his imminent future. The fact that he will join the House of Ventrue might be wronged, but at least he can exercise the routine. That's why, right now, he'd only just awoken, with him much more Vampires to join. After all, their night was day and their day was night. Those were the rulings.

Augustus didn't know what to make of this calling. Sure, he understood that the premise of the House of Ventrue wasn't exactly the most quiet or reserved, but it had pliable pupil and with it's leader's extremist disposition, surely the entire Nest would be encircled in his enthusiasm, and against their will, men of the Ventrue would have to act parallel to their leaders' own personality. Augustus included. It was a booming household, and to put it into perspective would simplify it way too much. Under supervision, Aspirants like Augustus would have to undergo constant divulgence to this behavior. Thus, whether they'd like it or not, they'd have to grow into this precipice, something that Augustus found hard to accustom himself to. Despite this, and with his taciturn personality, Augustus was still actively trying to impress those of this beloved House -- although possession of an ulterior motive is only something that comes to him as infrequent as those Humans that wander into Vlad's house willingly. The chances were incredibly low.

But that did not completely rule out the thought. Being the fairly. . .civilized Aspirant he is, Augustus was of course partial towards a more subtle approach to the day. While others ravaged through owned material in the early morning, and some more brutish than others, the House left much to be desired, although in Augustus' case he found it expedient to be the 'odd one out', thus rendering him inapproachable under any normal circumstances. This, coupled with the fact that Augustus may have been one of the fewest that possessed dire inability to actually bring honor to the family, Augustus had not much of a name at his disposal, but that did not necessary qualify as the means for him to stop trying. In fact, it acted as further motivation -- an enlightenment that he sought only from the cursory emotion of discouragement, which is, needless to say, what Augustus as a TRUE Aspirant is. He aspires to keep going on. To keep at it -- until he's become one with the House of Ventrue and it's esteemed members. And to reinstate, Augustus finds great satisfaction in being taken out of the equation, because that only meant that the slightest possible attention is paid to him. While this didn't create opportunities of freedom for him, it certainly opened up a few converging ideas regarding improvement and inducement of Louis, which he found to be a good priority to pay heed.

After exiting his respective barracks and being assigned the watchful vampire that peered him through and through ever since he made the now regretful decision of leaving for a bit of breakfast action, Augustus bounds through the hallways with a merry step, pleasurable to him the sight of activity itself. Sure, expression through face was a bare concept to him, and mayhaps even an urban legend to those around him -- but just like the ridiculousness of Vampirism and the sort, this was not exactly impossible. By clear prospect, honestly. So Augustus happiness had been truthful to his emotion, and a direct reflection of what is going on in head right now, albeit a little foggy and while it may be in overcast figures that run through his face as though they were scars, it still retained a tad bit delirium. As soon as he arrived at the halls of the Nest, when allowed in, he perceives a little bit of everything that goes on currently. Under no watchful eye aside from his Vampiric peer, Augustus is under no pressure to hurry his already mediated saunter about the place. In search for one thing only.

Lord Louis Ventrue. Of course, with how recent his voice echoed through the halls, Augustus assumed that he'd still be roving one room to another, screaming aloud in total, lordship declaration of what is to happen today. This was the reason men and women alike were delighted, because when suggested the idea of challenging an aspect of God himself, a monster only possibly defeated under divine hands, Vampires had seemed to become buoyant. That in itself brought them to total worship of Louis Ventrue, but not Augustus. While he was just as thrilled to take on the mightiest Kraken, Augustus did not have an inclination towards fondness of an idea subbed 'death'. It gave him way more chills than any other nightmarish muse, although with the presumption that he is on his path towards half-death/dom already, that introspection was not as prominent as it could possibly be when possessing another Human. Furthermore, Augustus did not possess the faintest heart in the House of Ventrue, but he is more than venerated when he is dubbed so because that'd just stray him from the road to hell, torture, or endless pain. Augustus is not one to deny.

He seeks Lord Louis Ventrue, and after successfully finding him, Augustus would have to be patient until he'd been finished with his frantic yelling to address him, as loud as possible because foreign noises perpetrated as interruption in his attempt. Augustus did not have the highest voice, but it had enough pitch to a point where his Lord can hear.

[color=00746b]"Lord Louis Ventrue himself!"[/color] He bows.

[color=00746b]"Are you sure you'd like us to fight such a thing, sir? A Kraken is generally known as the [ monster that suctions your face in ], after all."[/color][/color][/indent]