[center][color=92278f][center][h3]Victor Astorio[/h3][/center][/color][/center]

An annoying night for sure, troublesome enough that Varis had to put on something like this on. Victor knew there was a play here somewhere but he was unsure as to how the count would spin it. He didn’t think he would be able to pick up on the Sinnondel’s plans right away if at all. After all, the man was smart and had his contacts so gaining information wouldn’t be hard for him. Gaining favor with his most recent actions however, might be his play. This and other things where encapsulating the large vampires mind while he finished getting dressed.

A black military style jacket with a plate mail pauldron on his left shoulder. Polished black metal sheets adorned with silver in lays layered over each other, a bronze colored chain attached near his left arm pit reached across his chest and over his right shoulder. He was not wearing a tie with his jacket buttoned up toward his neck. That combined with his black pants and neatly short cut hair would be fitting at most Astorio parties. A look that combined elegance with the reminder of power from wars long past. A dated look for sure but it was not one that he has shown off during his stay here so far. The last accent to his look was plain white gloves.

The count was just about to call out to his mage to see how he was doing on his look so far when the quiet beep of his cell phone going off caught his attention. The number glowing on the screen might as well have been burned there as he picked it up and looked at it. The count let it ring while he starred at it for a few more minutes before answering it. He didn’t say much as the voice on the other end spoke, all he did was grit his teeth and grip the phone tighter. [color=92278f]“understood.”[/color] It was all he had to say to whomever was on the other end before he crushed the phone in his hand.

His mood had changed now, he knew this as he looked at the crushed object in his hand. This was going to be a long night, he was sure of it. 

Exiting his room he was surprised to see Salem almost ready to go. [color=92278f]“You get to carry it. Now before we head over remember what I said, keep your wits and your tongue about you. They are your friends but there is a reason for him to call all of us there, be sure to let me know if you pick up on anything odd after we get back.” [/color]His voice was annoyed but not at Salem. Victor placed the crushed phone on the table, [color=92278f]“if you could get another phone up and running when we get back it will be appreciated.”[/color] Salem was always better at the newer tech then he was. Replacing a lost or broken phone was a once or twice a week chore for the boy. [color=92278f]“Now let’s go.”[/color]

Once over at the dorm Victor seemed distant almost like he wasn’t really there. It was definitely something he didn’t do often. It was almost like he wasn’t even paying attention to the displays that the mages put on or the other vampires there. Lost in his own little world, the annoyed look on his face never seemed to slip away.

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