[center][h3][color=00746b]Augustus Wesley | House of Ventrue | Hallways[/color][/h3][/center]
[indent][color=6ecff6]Augustus had been in a pressing circumstance he'd never experienced before. Initially, he compiled Ventrue's every word intellectually and by decree of his subconscious, just nodded. A simple, soft-spoken response that reached out to grab his Lord's attention. This was exactly what an Aspirant had to do, listen to every single alphabet. Absorb and learn -- because decisions make the best structure for responsibility. The Leviathan. Still not a better choice for Augustus personally, but he wasn't about to argue with Lord Ventrue. That'd be way too foolish, and especially for an Aspirant like him. His lips edge and his eyes saunter from the midst of the conversation to the side when Lord Louis Ventrue turned his head too. Augustus was in confusion, honestly. He didn't know if there was a certain topic he was supposed to think about.

Then, it hit him. Yes, he, an Aspirant, had been standing in the presence of the Lord, in flesh and blood. Augustus heard a few rumors of the previous Aspirant to have been killed for even daring to speak with Lord Louis Ventrue, permission or not. This itself reached back to Augustus inner fear and pulled it out. This, in return, painted his face a dingy purplish, with overcast blue. This was the color of prominent anxiety. He was concerned for his own life, because the circumstances panned out exactly as he imagined. A flintlock pushed against his head. It was cold. It felt, sounded, and he imagined even TASTED, like death. This is where Augustus willed to retreat, but his legs made sure he didn't. He'd thought to himself of his life. His next life, and his previous one.


The circumstance escalated far quicker than Augustus could possibly conceptualize. His heart sunk in total aversion, and his head already prepped itself well for what HAD to follow. That's why it couldn't properly establish what Ventrue had to say. Augustus was told as properly as possible of his mistake, and what he did wrong. That in itself threatened his sanity. Augustus wasn't one to express his fear in his face. He'd learned overtime, though, of the outspoken personality the House has, and that in itself forced him to conform to the behavioral fits of Lord Ventrue and his assigned Vampire. A good reason for Augustus to experience sudden outbursts of emotion, or a mental wave that assembled in blockage to his already worked personality. This, collective with the pressure stratum of this House, gave birth to a 'changed' Augustus, in the sense that, where he previously lacked he now gained, and what he had drastically changed. The House of Ventrue brought about interesting effects with it.

That's why, in this current moment, his face was swift to recover from the qualm it had painted. A smile replaced it, and Augustus looked at Louis Ventrue with a certain hatred. That he made him go through that, although with that said, he was also, to a certain degree, exponentially happy of what he'd done after. A point made and understood, Augustus accepts the white thing that Louis Ventrue explained to have unusual effects, which Augustus saw frequently already, and takes the flintlock with him. Akin to what the Lord pointed out, Augustus was still a human, so any chances of fighting back a vampire had to be slim. And if any other vampire, of any other House, had learned of Augustus' status as an Aspirant, then things would fall over. The future of the Ventrue house had literally kept Augustus involved for as much as it could. Augustus addresses the flintlock shortly after he turns away from Lord Louis Ventrue and expresses relief in his face. Despite the actual setting, the flintlock was of french origins, and Augustus recognized the way it looked because his father used to have one of these. They were quick, short-lived, but potent and virulent. One would need intense aggression and a fervent type of ruthlessness to use a flintlock for the sake of murder.

Augustus was completely willing to take it upon his hands and shoot a vampire, though. These were some of the teachings of the Ventrue, and although he doesn't get ANY of this combat-related information prior to actually becoming a Novice, Augustus still picked up a few of these throughout his life as an official member of the Nest. From overhearing other Novices to partaking in a little bit of the action himself in secrecy, Augustus didn't have any physical prowess to go for him, but the ability to be malevolent and relentless had to be credited to the House itself, as Louis Ventrue is so from actively exposing his own family members to dangers outside the realm of potential human understanding. The Kraken and the Leviathan explain enough.

Augustus sets out in exploration. He's not too familiar with the streets beyond the House, as he is not allowed to leave the Nest often or he'd eventually be surmised. To avoid that compromisation, Augustus doesn't usually intend to leave anyway. Anything he ever needed -- and even considering his needy personality -- had been provided for him. So that in itself is testament to the treatment Aspirants usually get outside of work, where they had to sweep, clean, and make sure the House is sparkling before their Lord arrives. That is actually strenuous work, and it requires tremendous effort to perform. Augustus heard some Aspirants were driven to the neck of insanity with so much work, and honestly insinuates his joy again.

With his leave taken, he'll set out to find out about the White Stuff. He doesn't want to go to the Grangrel pharmacy because that'd pretty much reveal to them Augustus' familiarity with the Ventrue house, so he'll have to seek out a different external source. Something equitable to the knowledge of the Grangrel yet indifferent to the four Houses and their sickly alliances. That required thought in and of itself, but he'll spend his walk thinking about where he could possibly go.[/color][/indent]