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[color=#CD5C5C][sup][b]Surgeon | Elder Vampire | Covenless[/b][/sup][/COLOR][/center][hr][INDENT][sup]
[color=#CD5C5C][b]TIME:[/b] [i]Present Day – Late Afternoon[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i]Washington Park - Founder's Day[/i] | [b]INTERACTION:[/b][@Lionhearted][@Hero][@Dutchess Sarah][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]


Desmond snapped back to the one and only captivating mistress before him among the sea of fair maidens. There was something about Ambrosia, there was something scathing at the sides of her body itching to get out. With authority the last name that held all the power, slipped from her lavish lips. While her last name did hold its own weight in gold and power, little names meant little to nothing at all to the tenured vampire. Had last names meant anything, he would have kept his own or taken over Abel’s estate and power. Such menial and trivial human tendencies were beneath him and yet here he was, pushing the position he had within the hospital onto the woman surrounding him. There’s eyes clashed again like the steel of blades from long deceased samurai. The fire flickered his dead calloused eyes, she had once stolen his curiosity, but now had his attention. [color=#CD5C5C]“A beautiful name to match such a beautiful woman. Sanguis..”[/color] The name played and danced on his tongue, before slithering back into his mouth. [color=#CD5C5C]“Sanguis, isn’t that a combining form of Latin to mean blood? Who says Latin is [i]dead[/i]? I’m a connoisseur of ancient languages.”[/color] Well he wasn’t sure if Ambrosia was like him, made up of the same black blood, he’d make sure he’d slide the idea into her head. 

What the woman lacked in bodily health she made up for with robust action, interjecting in Desmond’s séance like a protective mother only drove his curiosity. Should he snap one of the girls next or drain the injured girl in front of them? The environment was too hostile and aware for him to act out, Desmond could see why many supernaturals didn’t get along with werewolves. The soft yet tantalizing aroma given off of Ambrosia was mixed with her scent of weakness, but something else…a dark smell as if she was rotten or dead even. The prodding and poking of the gun against his flesh made him squirm a bit before realizing what she had done. With raised eyebrows and a smile drawn on his face, [color=#CD5C5C]“I’m sorry Ms Sanguis, I don’t think we need to say our peace now. We’ve only just met and it looks like most of whomever those guys are have this under control. Besides leaving such a task for a girl like this is a little below yourself don’t you think?”[/color] His hand had slipped unnoticed and had wrapped itself around Ambrosia’s hand guiding her finger to the trigger in desperate hopes she would shoot. Whether she would shoot him or not would be left up to her in this game of chicken, was he crazy or just that confident he wouldn’t die? Whatever her decision his icy cold touch would be enough to send chills down her spine. 

His next challenge which he adverted his eyes from, suddenly came back into the picture. The young blonde posh girl lest he forget, tasked with the unscrupulous task of seeing Desmond off. Ignorant to the underling meaning behind Ambrosia’s words, Desmond decided to play ball with the petite diva. Their eyes locked and confusion bled into his mind when he saw the overzealous smile flash on her face. Desmond could feel himself getting lost in his words, the memory of Abel first attempts at compelling him raced to the forefront of his mind. Compelling was something Desmond was never good at, but the lack thereof allowed him an anchor of resistance to the attempts of being compelled by others. Unable to be compelled fully by an Elder made the foolish attempts made by the young doe quite laughable. [color=#CD5C5C]“I should go tend to other peo—"[/color] Desmond said humoring her attempts before snapping back, [color=#CD5C5C]“Just kidding your silver tongue and looks will have to do better than that. Now where were we?”[/color] Desmond said turning his sight back to Ambrosia and the injured girl. [color=#CD5C5C]“Time is ticking ladies.”[/color]