[IC] Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

[Kidd]

"Good, see you then," Mirabelle said into the phone. She hesitated in pulling it away from her mouth to add, "Be careful," and only then hung up and slipped the iPhone back into its pocket. With the conversation quick and over with, she took a moment to listen to the sounds of her home; when she was satisfied nothing but Morven's presence was out of the ordinary, she returned back down the stairs to take her place as hostess again. She stepped into Mithias' path and stepped back in some surprise. "Mithias, good. The rogues have become quite an issue and perhaps you should listen in," she said, beckoning him to follow her into the kitchen where Praetor lead the ancient. They passed Klaus, who stood at the opening between the kitchen and main entrance with his arms crossed as he watched the scene. Like Praetor, his focus was also on the ancient. She looked so small and fragile, especially due to being sired barely out of childhood. It was fascinating contrast, him knowing the strength that came with age. Granted, if her directly really was animal blood alone, perhaps she wasn't terribly strong either. She seemed kind, as well. Uncalled for irritation rose in him, though he glanced at Praetor. Surely, his presence was the reason.

[Wraithblade6]

Mithias nodded to Mira and followed, noting the tension between Klaus and Praetor. He wouldn't speak until he had something valuable to add.

[McHaggis]

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[LokiLeo789]

Within a few minutes the conversation was over and done. Otto sighed, he felt like the "vacation" was only to help prepare him for this. The air carried the scent of anger, sadness, and blood lust. Otto not like that last part, war between families could decimate a whole city. "Might as well get out of here." He mumbled to himself. Otto took a deep breath before crouching down, and then jumping into the air. He soared through the cold New York air, he had reached about 165 feet when he started to descend. With that first jump he had covered about 2 miles of road. He then slowed down he decent with his ability and rolled onto a roof only to spring back up into the air again. Otto repeated this about five times until he finally stood in front of the Kingston manor in all its glory. Otto took a deep breath, this would be the first time in 5 years he would see his family members face to face. He stumbled over to the porch and pressed the door bell.

[Wraithblade6]

The strange familiarity the girl emminated became a burning curiosity, and while they were on the topic, Mithias had to ask. "Who was he? ...Morven." The heretofore silent black-haired vampire seemed to appear spontaneously out of the shadows. "Your sire. I wish to know."

[McHaggis]

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[Wraithblade6]

Dagda Blackmoore. Mithias remembered the name, as it was one of the last few vampires his sire had made. Mithias had asked once, long ago out of curiosity. He had been told that all his bloodline siblings were pretty much dead. Their father wasn't really counting on his children to make much longer than a millennia anymore and had made a habit of detaching himself from them... hence why Mithias had been abandoned to his own devices for so long and was nothing more than a loner, practically a bastard child, like so many fledglings nowadays. Never did he think he'd ever encounter a close relation. Mithias was a bit taken with his own realization when he answered, "He was one of my brothers."

[Kidd]

Klaus was surprised again to find Morven humoring Praetor; personally, he tended to avoid answering such questions. But goodness, she certainly was old--having a millennium on him and the Kingston bodyguard both. Then Mithias' took up the role of interrogator. His gaze flickered to the door as the doorbell rang. Mirabelle, however, stepped by him with an "Excuse me," to her guest--she was expecting another, after all. And sure enough, when the door opened, there stood Otto. She greeted him with a tight hug and then pulled away to look him up and down, her hands at his face as she watched him with a big smile. Questions swelled in her mind--where've you been, are you okay, why are you back now--but she struggled to keep her composure with so many guests. So instead, she said, "Welcome home, Otto," and finally pulled away to let him in. She was excited to have a family member return, but her smile faded slightly--she had other matters to attend to that she kept getting pulled away from. So, Mirabelle gave Otto a look, pleading for his patience, as she stepped back to the kitchen. Mithias and Morven were exchanging words, and she waited to discuss the prospect of peace between the families.

[LokiLeo789]

Otto stood at the front door straining his ears to hear a sound within the home. He could feel the presence of another vampire near the front door, two in fact. He could not tell if they were Kingston if Blackmoore, so what were they doing here. Unfortunately, Otto was snapped back into reality when the front door finally opened, and Mira stood there. Otto smiled as he was greeted with a tight hug from Mira. He was a little nervous at first but eventually hugged her back. He was sure she had many questions but it looked like this was not the time. There seemed to be guests inside the home, one there embrace ended and he was welcomed, Otto walked into the home. Memories of the past flooded his mind, Otto fought to maintain his composure and was able to do so. Right now he needed his questions answered, he walked into the kitchen and greeted the two other vampires with a simple "How are you doing.". He walked over to a counter not to far from the table and took a seat atop it, waiting for his questions to be answered.

[McHaggis]

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[Kidd]

Whether or not intentional, Mirabelle felt as if Morven was accusing her own family of being unable to maintain the city on their own. So when she spoke, her tone was cool and she struggled not to glare at the older vampire. "Yes, the unfortunate business probably brought upon your grandson for his past interactions with rogues," she pointed out. "New York City was perfectly fine before Alistair decided to settle him and his family here. It seems as if trouble follows them, if anything. We can handle rogues just as well as they can." Granted, her sire was arguably just that, but the less she added the better. Klaus, however, picked up on where Morven's disapproval truly lied. Amusement lit his dark gaze and the corner of his lip pulled into a small grin. She only fed off of animals--of course the Blackmoore family's brutish ways were frustrating for her. The gears clicked together so easily in his head, but perhaps only because it takes one to know one. He glanced to Mira, then back to Morven as he contemplated his realization.

[McHaggis]

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[Savi]

Adelisa walked out of the bathroom, rubbing her arms self-conciously. She walked past the waitress from downstairs and the woman's eyes went straight to Adelisa's arms. The woman's eyes widened and she gasped. Adelisa brushed past her with a small sigh and climbed down the stairs, agrivated with the exposure. As she descended though, her mind went to the families that she met before the Blackmoores. She hadn't met many that survived long enough for her to warn them, but the ones she did warn were ignorant. She finally met a group that listened to her. It was strange... but it happened.

[Grimoire Gaming]

“I am sorry.” She said in a whisper that was bulging with tangible meaning. She couldn’t remember the last time those three words passed her lips. Was it to Francis? Did she mean it then? Surely she meant it now, as her gut twisted in knots. When was the last time she felt emotions like sympathy and sorrow? Was it possible for her to feel… other feelings again as well? A flush crept up her pale neck, but not enough to meet the cheek that Alistair placed a peck on. In his own nervousness he let out a slew of word vomit, making sure to fully inform her on what he knew about the situation. When he mentioned that he knew who took Maria, Trixy tilted her head in curiosity before she fumbled for her smart phone. “What do you think this means? Blood is purposefully misspelled, you can tell because it's capitalized.” Trixy said as she held the phone in her palm. She looked up at him with worry in her eyes before showing him the picture. “The blood was hers, the whole room screamed of her scent, that’s why I was so sure that she was actually in there.” Beatrix chewed on her bottom lip with a fang and nodded in agreement with Alistair “She is still alive, but I don’t think she’s conscious. I couldn’t reach her.” She said, pointing a finger to her temple as she said ‘reach’. “Either that, or she is very far away.” She offered. “Tonight, you say? Should we try to get some rest during the day?” she asked, as if rest was possible. Trixy finally offered the dress to Alistair, she had pulled it off the wall to give to him, after all.

[Kidd]

Morven's toothy smile was unsettling to Mirabelle, though she returned only her scowl. Part of her wanted to agree to peace--it could certainly benefit the parties and help enforce the safety of both families in the city. However, she was unsure what that would mean for the humans of New York, a concern very close to the Kingston head's heart. Yes, the Blackmoore's would continue being barbarians, and Mira preferred the right to defend against just that. She knew her eldest member preferred that too, and she reminded herself of it with a glance to Praetor. The refusal was apparent in her eyes, but as her lips parted to give voice to it, Klaus stepped away from the wall. "Tell you what, love," he said quickly, stepping beside Mirabelle to talk to Morven. He was speaking wildly out of turn, but Alistair had sent his grown-up to speak on their behalf, so Klaus took it upon himself to do the same for the Kingston head. "We'll think about it. When the...Pirate Wench is found--for better or worse--and things have cooled down, have Alistair arrange a meeting with Mira. Or perhaps both families altogether." He shrugged, the details didn't matter to him, but he shared Morven's opinion--especially since the Kingstons were outnumbered and probably out-powered by their rival family. Anger flashed across Mirabelle's face--her blue eyes red for just a moment. However, she restrained herself from acting on it; there were too many people and too much at stake as it were. Besides, came the thought, she could tell Alistair herself she wouldn't agree to any sort of peace with the Blackmoores. She swallowed and looked back to Morven. "We'll consider it," she repeated, though she didn't sound excited at the prospect.

[McHaggis]

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[Wraithblade6]

Morven's response about Dagda was less than warm. Apparently, her sire had failed at any semblance of family as well. Mithias didn't need to answer the child vampire's question, as it was more a statement about "that deadbeat's" failure of responsibility. Mithias had learned enough, that Blackmoore was just another name to be ashamed of. Fading again into the background, he decided it was his time to depart as well. This big city on the new side of the world was only so very young, as were the vampires who bothered to claim it. Children's games were not of interest to him. He was nothing more than a lone wolf, and it was time he returned to his silent stalking. Mithias stepped back and turned toward the backdoor.

[Apollosarcher]

Praetor followed Morven to the door. "I do hope you can stop by again in a more peaceful time, I believe you and I could find much to talk about. If your ever in the area look me up, I teach at the university, under the Name Abraham Van Helsing." He stepped back returning the smile with one of his own before he turned to Mira. "Miss Mira, seeing as the others are returning home I would like to head out and scout the neighborhood. Perhaps check if any rogues are in the area." He asked carefully, he really planned to head out and search Lucian, his friend and pupil would be taking this hard. He could use a friend right now, sadly the best he had was this old soldier. A flash of worry sparked in the Romans eyes, very few had ever seen Praetor care, he was to most a soulless killer ready to fight for whatever caused he stood for.

[Kidd]

"Good day," Mirabelle said to Morven as she departed, her eyes following her as Praetor escorted the elder out. Then she turned her attention on Klaus, glaring. "You and I are talking later. Alone," she hissed at him. She had felt utterly humiliated. She was the head of the Kingstons, not him. He didn't even care about the family, so his trespassing only angered the woman. Her sire shrugged. Usually he'd respond to her demands with a sheepish grin, but he only frowned this time. "Very well," he agreed. He was quite certain he knew best, but he could wait to tell her so--she had her beloved family to attend to anyway. As Praetor went ahead and spoke to her, Klaus rolled his eyes before retreating from the room. To her dismay, her bodyguard wanted to go out and scout. She wanted to tell him to stay with her and listen to her worries and work out plans on how to deal with the Blackmoores when the meeting should arrive, but she was far too sympathetic. She saw the concern in his gaze and noted Lucian's absence. So, Mirabelle drew in a deep breath and then nodded. "Do as you need," she said. "Just be careful, and stay out of the Blackmoores' way for now." Besides, she thought optimistically, Praetor's absence would allow her to catch up with Otto and deal with... Her gaze flickered to Mithias as he walked away. Well, she could catch up with Otto.

[Apollosarcher]

Praetor nodded, giving Mira a faint smile. For a moment he seemed like any other person the smile caught him the right way, he looked less like a shoulder more the twenty year old male he was. Then he turned and walked out the door, to Mira that smile was a close as one could get to a hug from the soldier, he raced off in to the night. Deciding to follow his instincts and retrace his steps he stopped outside Tortuga, this was a bad idea but if anyone had a clue it would be them. He braced himself and entered, he needed to find a Blackmoore to question or at least someone to ask, they had seen Lucian last, moral objections be damned his friend was in trouble and he would do what he must. He looked around then took a seat in the middle of the place, the Blackmoore's would come to him, they didn't like Kingstons, but they personally really didn't like him. He was the backbone of the family, Mira's personal power house he helped curve the lack members by adding wisdom and strength, he hoped he had enough for tonight.