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Augustus Wesley | Chambers | Pharmacy

Augustus doesn't fully comprehend what had just transpired, but it appeared as though he was completely severed of the weapon that Ventrue blessed him with, and through the shadows a murky figure of substantial worth -- by apparent name-calling -- had lurked inbetween the overcasts of windows lining the walls. This Madame here had a certain miasma to her, as well, and all of three of them pertained significantly in terms of smell, appearance and senses to his own Lord, Ventrue. That fact in and of itself possessed Augustus with a renewed sense of fear, but by inherently shutting down that sort of feeling, his expression can remain untainted. He does wake up to the ugly sounds of ruined chambers, metallic clanks and dashes of pure darkness that riddle this dungeon-like place. Next to him was a girl he recollected to be hostile towards him from previously experiencing her deranged personality. [ Something of hers? ] Augustus would think, maiming that thought when Ravnos himself appears.

Any sort of threatening look he brewed before had completely died down, like a painting that ran down under the rain. This man here had a good name for himself, a 'Lord', much like his own. That is what gave Augustus the real chills. Aspirants weren't supposed to interact with other houses, because they'll usually either kill them or take advantage of their positions. Augustus wanted out, so he had to be quick. That was never taught to him. To properly formulate a stratagem wasn't one of his housekeeping skills, unfortunately, and that compromised Augustus far too greatly here and now. The flintlock laid there. If only he could reach for it. He addresses Igraine with a simplified gaze -- there's not too much to waste on her -- and then deadpans on Fortworth. This was an awful circumstance, not only for him, but for HER too. Ventrue would be a great deal surprised if he figured that the Ravnos killed one of his own, but Augustus himself really doubts he'd do anything about it. Now he really wished he had that sticky Vampire alongside him. A swift aid was necessary for times like these.

"What do you want from me?" He speaks. His voice is cracked and immature, as best as you could expect from a growing Aspirant like himself. Anything could be done now, and Augustus would be held too accountable for his actions. If this turned sour, then Augustus would blame the house, though, so for whatever it counted he wanted to bring the house down to the depths of hell with him. His face is still as straight as possible, appearing unaffected, with a promise of splendor and elegance still coloring his face handsomely. His arms shake subconsciously, trying to yank themselves free off these chains. How unusually hard they were, though. Maybe used for capturing Vampires alike to Igraine here? She didn't seem to be able to pull out, either.

He guessed that Ravnos might know of Augustus' current state, and that he is soon to be promoted further up the ranks. Surely, Aspirants never get to do outside-the-house errands, but Novices tend to. But when Augustus tries to keep his cool, he always does it for the House's sake. If he doesn't reveal far too much, he could keep that to himself and let them think that it's the Ventrue craze to let their Aspirants outside with a humble flintlock. Of course, that'd put a huge damper on any future plans -- and all of them already understand how unorthodox Louis Ventrue really is, so that only helped his case even further. This COULD potentially go his way.

Unless, they're merely thirsty for blood and Augustus was here as feed and no more. Then, no amount of intelligence could get him out of that one. Honestly, there are times that Augustus wishes he had the body more than the mind aspect covered. All he could do was quietly bet on Ravnos' and Fortworth's restraint, and that as elder Vampires they wouldn't prey on his body far too much. Augustus was in the midst of life and death now, and as a straightforward victim at this point, there's not much he can do but sit and hope.

AND maybe talk. "I have nothing of value on me. The white thing over there was just a simple errand. And the flintlock was to keep me safe. You've seen what I can and can't do -- there's nothing extraordinary about me."

He rolls his eyes. There's no drama in them, but rather, a certain sincerity. "You're wasting your time."

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