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Vampire: The Masquerade - Scriptures

The ride to the meeting location was smooth and quick, as the airport was only a few blocks away. Peridot didn’t expect the meeting to be in a hotel, but she was sure Cranston had his reasons for it. The driver insisted on escorting her inside, as if she was some fragile flower. It was most likely just for formality's sake, so she went with it.

The front desk receptionist seemed rather dazed when Peridot approached her, though she successfully informed her of the direction of the meeting room. “Thank you.” Peri said with a formal nod of her head and went on her way, waving politely to her driver/escort as she left.

Peridot wanted to make up for her young age and inexperience by arriving as early as possible and quietly taking a seat. Prince Cranston said his piece once everyone had arrived, informing them that the Catholic Inquisition was back in full force, and they had already kidnapped the Kindred vice president, Nathaniel LaChance. This meeting was a call for volunteers.

The first to respond was a fiery redheaded woman who offered the backing of her house and boldly asked for more information in a dramatic monologue. The second to speak up was also a beautiful redhead whose gender was less discernable than the first. Peridot was surprised that they addressed her as ‘Neonate’ rather than what she more obviously was - a tremere. If there was one main social Pariah among Kindred circles, it was the Tremere clan, their mere existence as a bastard mix of alchemy and vampirism brought forth fear and suspicion among the other clans. And if this girl was considered a ‘Neonate’ what then would they think of her pathetic 54 years?

Self-consciousness had Peridot sitting up a little straighter and carefully planning her words. She wanted to make Slick proud of choosing her for this mission, and that started with not sounding like a naive child. It might be a low move, but Peri upped her presence before speaking, so her words would be well-received. “With more information, I too would gladly offer my blade for the Kindred cause.” Her words were theatrical and charming, keeping with Toreador fashion.

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Laurel looked gorgeous as Kiara sat back to stare at her face, made even more of a work of art by Kiara’s talents. The girls had chattered in front of the ornate vanity that Kiki had brought over from her room at Court while Kiara did her thing. It was originally her mother’s vanity and it depicted tangled vines and thorns that were carved from dark cherry wood and surrounded a shiny glass mirror. She was sure that her father was happy to see yet another reminder of her mother leave the Court with along with herself. It wasn’t that Kiara’s father didn’t love her, because he did, it was just that at least some part of him blamed her for the loss of her mother. Successfully conceiving and producing offspring was very hard for the Unseelie fey, and often times the cost for one life was that of another...

Cosmetics from both the human and faerie realms were piled high on the vanity, originally organized by type and color, but now in complete disarray. Laurel had asked if Kiara could infuse it with some faerie magick and, not wanting to look like a rookie, Kiki had agreed. Kiara’s talents with a brush were much more polished than those with magick so, when Kiki had originally attempted an ‘ethereal sparkle’ aura over the finished look, she accidentally turned Laurel’s whole face blue. Thankfully, Kiara had turned Laurel’s chair away from the mirror in preparation, stating that the ‘spin-around-surprise-reveal’ would make it all the more enchanting, so Laurel’s only hint that something went awry was the wide-eyed shock on Kiara’s face. “Oh my, that’s not right…” Kiki had said whilst trying to stifle a giggle “Let’s try something else…” On the second try, Kiki nailed the intended effect. They both seemed incredibly pleased with it, so Kiara moved on to do her own makeup, which consisted of cherry lips to match her hair and a dramatic olive green smokey cat eye look. She pulled her long, loose curls over her right shoulder, securing them with a braid of her own hair and hidden hair pins in lieu of a tacky hair tie or accessory.

The roommates went their own ways for the actual getting dressed part. As one could tell from her more casual outfits, Kiara personally didn’t care who saw her body - faeries weren’t known for their modesty, after all - but Laurel might not have considered them that level of ‘bestie’ yet. Fair enough. Once in her closet, Kiara was once again awestruck by her dress’ beauty. For a while, she just stood there, running her fingertips along the feathers in admiration. Realizing she was running a bit behind, she hurried and stripped down, putting on the easy part first: the floral lace accessories Laurel’s mother had found once being told Kiara refused to wear shoes. What? It’s not weird… faeries like to remain in physical contact with nature…

Kiara struggled with the dress itself. Stepping into it was easy enough, but there was the issue of the corset ties on the lower back that gave her trouble. “Are you almost ready?” she heard her roommate call for her. “Erm… not quite…” Kiki said with a huff as she flailed her arms behind her, trying to do it herself. “Just a little trouble... with... the corset… How do you normally do this? Faerie clothing is magical, it just morphs to fit your body when you put it on. If only my arms --” huff “were a little--” she hopped “longer!” In all her twisting, turning, and hopping, the faerie lost balance and fell against the wall with a loud thud. “I think I need your help…” she admitted in a pout.

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*cracks knuckles and flexes fingers above keyboard*

Expect a relatively amusing intro post soon!

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So, is it Canon that our characters' parents might show up at this ball?

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@Aspen Wren
Yay for the first post! I will get mine up later today when I'm done being a nerd at the library (I'm part of a board game group that meets there). Question, though: would it be okay if Kiara was the one who did Laurel's make-up? She loves that kind of thing, as it is one of her hobbies. Plus, it would mean girly roommate bonding adventures happened. :]

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

@ArtifactCreator

Are you there, my friend? Are you drowning in the finals as well?

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*Kiki claps excitedly and bounces up and down on her ever-bare feet*

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Where is this RP going to pick up? On the day of arrival again? Or the ball? Something else?

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

Seems to be a common trend for folks these days, take the time you need. School is more important.

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

my character is currently stuck due to finals on both ends

@BlackPanther

Tis the season. Tholo and Trixy should be back to public posting shortly.