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[Color=gold][b]Time:[/b][/color] Dusk
[Color=gold][b]Location:[/b][/color] Art Exhibition, Ember Grove University
[Color=gold][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] [@Tae] Maeve

The idea of writing poetry almost caused the old vampire sigh. He’d tried that in the late 1400s, but he didn’t find it to be overly fulfilling on its own. To Alexander, poetry was like a great condiment you could apply to other arts of life. And even if he found a style that would sate his yearning for new mastery, he had wanted to try something a bit outside of his scope. Something new… Well new for him. Alexander was a bit behind on the times, which meant his bucket list for new hobbies seemed endless. Almost three millennia and he had only started about a half-century ago. He would probably be 4 thousand before he ever got around to mastering basketball. 

However, he couldn’t allow himself to hang on that, the most important matter at the moment was [i]the girl[/i]. Sure, he hadn’t put too much pressure on his clan to find the escaped Shay Knight, but he couldn’t allow her to venture freely. If she fled the county in fear, fine. If she was dead, perfect. What he didn’t want was a situation where she lingered in the area. Alexander was sure Operation Humanity had a faint idea of his clan’s activities and surely his identity, but he did not need some fifth-rate witch spreading the word of his in-house operations.

[color=gold]“Lost lover? Lost, yes.”[/color] Alexander peered once to his left and then once to his right before speaking gently with a slight grin while slightly closing the distance between the two. [Color=gold]“She’s not one of yours I can assure you. And she can’t compare, I promise, but she is [i]like[/i] yourself… If you look behind you, at your eight o’clock, there she is. Painted to perfection about to be purchased on a bid, Shay Knight. Escaped my custody about a week ago. I figured she'd run to a coven for protection.”[/color] Alexander studied the young woman that was bidding with the wealthier gentleman who had shown a desire for the painting since first walking in. The girl appeared to be a student. It would be an oddity if she could afford the painting, but Alexander was aware of how looks could be deceiving as he was a prime example himself. As Maeve looked onward, he piped up. [Color=gold]”Billiards. My new hobby will be billiards.”[/color] He announced evenly.