Vampire: The Masquerade - Arabian Nights [IC][DEAD]

[The Flame Dawn]

"I wish I had that sort of autonomy," she sighed, not paying attention to how close the boy had gotten, "my mistress either has me training, cleaning, or cooking. But on the bright side I guess I'm a killer maid."

She laughed ot herself as she began to relax, though she still went out of her way to make sure he couldn't see her she made o attempts to kick him out.

"It was before my master took me..." Leone said, sighing happily as he relaxed, getting closer to her. She's almost as good of a pillow as Alice... Maybe better... he thought, grabbing the other end of the blanket and wrapping it around himself. "So, if I may ask, what was that about a killer maid?"

He was rather curious about that...

"Well you westerns had these maid in the past, with black and white outfits and dusters," she said, suddenly realizing she didn't have any blanket on her and forcibly took it back from Leone, "I'm partially trained as an assassin but besides being able to kill people I can make a killer meal... in the good way of course."

She wasn;t sure whether to be annoyed at this boy's tenacity or intrigued by his bizarre personality as she watched him laze around just like a cat would, well except for the part about trying to expose a half naked girl...

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

"It was before my master took me..." Leone said, sighing happily as he relaxed, getting closer to her. She's almost as good of a pillow as Alice... Maybe better... he thought, grabbing the other end of the blanket and wrapping it around himself. "So, if I may ask, what was that about a killer maid?"

He was rather curious about that...

"Well you westerns had these maid in the past, with black and white outfits and dusters," she said, suddenly realizing she didn't have any blanket on her and forcibly took it back from Leone, "I'm partially trained as an assassin but besides being able to kill people I can make a killer meal... in the good way of course."

She wasn;t sure whether to be annoyed at this boy's tenacity or intrigued by his bizarre personality as she watched him laze around just like a cat would, well except for the part about trying to expose a half naked girl...

Leone chuckled. "Typical vampire... Take a young girl, make her a maid, and also make her dangerous. I'm surprised that Severus hasn't done it yet..." he said, frowning as she stole his blanket. He tried to pull it back. "Hey... I'm using that."

[Luminesa]

He stepped back fearfully. He knew that look, the same look she gave him in the limo. Except now he might have a shot at getting away. "...Um...no, I just need to walk it off...I-I'm just a little stressed-out..." he answered, looking around for a way to escape her.

And she has a gun. If she wanted to, she could shoot out my knee-caps...And then what?

Nevertheless, he continued to step away from her.

"Alright then... Walk it off. Don't leave the penthouse, though, and don't go near the board room." Nadia said. She started walking back down the stairs. "I'd hate to shoot such a pretty face..."

She waved over her shoulder, and continued walking down the stairs, getting to the bottom floor and disappearing into the back of the main floor.

He sighed his relief, seeing she was going away from him, and then he headed back upstairs. From there, he would take the elevator, and then head back to his room. With any hope, he'd be able to get a full night's rest, before tomorrow's mission.

All he had heard was something about Sabbats. Of course the Sabbats were no good, that was what everyone had told him. Maybe this mission is a recon mission...That would be nice. I'm not ready to fight anyone yet, anyway...and I don't have any weapons to fight with...Nor have I ever learned to fight.

Dietrich might be considered strange for an 18-year-old boy. He had never been properly taught how to fight. He had fended himself off from attackers and burglars before, but that was a long time ago. He wondered if he would actually be able to keep-up with his teammates, who all seemed to be stronger and more sophisticated than he was...Maybe he could go see what his classmates were up to, and get to know them better. That way he'd know who to trust.

Taking the elevator, he went back to his floor, and then he walked around, trying to listen for which room might have someone who was still awake. He knocked on Alexis's door, not sure who was inside, at the time. "...Hello?...Is anyone here?" he asked. It was such an awkward thing to do, knocking on people's doors until someone answered, but his nerves kept nipping at him, and he wanted to talk to someone and get them out.

[The Flame Dawn]

"Well you westerns had these maid in the past, with black and white outfits and dusters," she said, suddenly realizing she didn't have any blanket on her and forcibly took it back from Leone, "I'm partially trained as an assassin but besides being able to kill people I can make a killer meal... in the good way of course."

She wasn;t sure whether to be annoyed at this boy's tenacity or intrigued by his bizarre personality as she watched him laze around just like a cat would, well except for the part about trying to expose a half naked girl...

Leone chuckled. "Typical vampire... Take a young girl, make her a maid, and also make her dangerous. I'm surprised that Severus hasn't done it yet..." he said, frowning as she stole his blanket. He tried to pull it back. "Hey... I'm using that."

"I need it more," she replied in her annoyed tone as she got defensive, "can;t I just be allowed to be decent."

She was also annoyed at how Leone said her mistress was just as creative as a common vampire, though she knew that it would be a bad idea to bring it up.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Leone chuckled. "Typical vampire... Take a young girl, make her a maid, and also make her dangerous. I'm surprised that Severus hasn't done it yet..." he said, frowning as she stole his blanket. He tried to pull it back. "Hey... I'm using that."

"I need it more," she replied in her annoyed tone as she got defensive, "can;t I just be allowed to be decent."

She was also annoyed at how Leone said her mistress was just as creative as a common vampire, though she knew that it would be a bad idea to bring it up.

"And what if I striped down to my underwear? Would you let me under the blankets then?" Leone said, having a little too much fun messing with her. It was part of his antisocial past, and his criminal one as well. A lot of people on the streets thought a nice, respectful kid was untrustworthy and stupid, and one that told raunchy jokes was a good kid.

So, he developed the habit of making friends with raunchy jokes.

Not his fault that he was trying to make friends with a half-naked girl in a bed.

[The Flame Dawn]

"I need it more," she replied in her annoyed tone as she got defensive, "can;t I just be allowed to be decent."

She was also annoyed at how Leone said her mistress was just as creative as a common vampire, though she knew that it would be a bad idea to bring it up.

"And what if I striped down to my underwear? Would you let me under the blankets then?" Leone said, having a little too much fun messing with her. It was part of his antisocial past, and his criminal one as well. A lot of people on the streets thought a nice, respectful kid was untrustworthy and stupid, and one that told raunchy jokes was a good kid.

So, he developed the habit of making friends with raunchy jokes.

Not his fault that he was trying to make friends with a half-naked girl in a bed.

"No, I would rather you stay clothed and preferably left me alone," she replied in a panicked tone, though she admittedly hasn;t had a chance to meet new people she wasn't going to try to ask out some guy that decided to sleep in her bed while she was still in it.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

"And what if I striped down to my underwear? Would you let me under the blankets then?" Leone said, having a little too much fun messing with her. It was part of his antisocial past, and his criminal one as well. A lot of people on the streets thought a nice, respectful kid was untrustworthy and stupid, and one that told raunchy jokes was a good kid.

So, he developed the habit of making friends with raunchy jokes.

Not his fault that he was trying to make friends with a half-naked girl in a bed.

"No, I would rather you stay clothed and preferably left me alone," she replied in a panicked tone, though she admittedly hasn;t had a chance to meet new people she wasn't going to try to ask out some guy that decided to sleep in her bed while she was still in it.

"Oh... Alright." Leone said, finally getting out of her bed and stretching. "Sorry for bothering you for so long, Estella, but thank you for being hospitable and forgiving. I really didn't want to see you in a compromising position."

He bowed shallowly to her, and then slipped his jacket on. "Oh... And you really are a beautiful girl."

[The Flame Dawn]

"No, I would rather you stay clothed and preferably left me alone," she replied in a panicked tone, though she admittedly hasn;t had a chance to meet new people she wasn't going to try to ask out some guy that decided to sleep in her bed while she was still in it.

"Oh... Alright." Leone said, finally getting out of her bed and stretching. "Sorry for bothering you for so long, Estella, but thank you for being hospitable and forgiving. I really didn't want to see you in a compromising position."

He bowed shallowly to her, and then slipped his jacket on. "Oh... And you really are a beautiful girl."

Estella blushed violently at his comment before he left the room, though she was a bit annoyed by him he could have been worse.

"T-thanks," she said in a shy tone, "and you're kinda cute too," she added under her breath.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

"Oh... Alright." Leone said, finally getting out of her bed and stretching. "Sorry for bothering you for so long, Estella, but thank you for being hospitable and forgiving. I really didn't want to see you in a compromising position."

He bowed shallowly to her, and then slipped his jacket on. "Oh... And you really are a beautiful girl."

Estella blushed violently at his comment before he left the room, though she was a bit annoyed by him he could have been worse.

"T-thanks," she said in a shy tone, "and you're kinda cute too," she added under her breath.

Leone grabbed the handle of his suitcase and pulled his stuff out of Estella's room, not hearing her last comment. He walked out into the halls and sighed, the day now having it's toll on him. Venice didn't have that bad of a time difference to Riyadh, but he was now getting tired from just talking to all of these people.

Too many cute girls, so little time... he thought to himself, chuckling with a small smile. He then walked to an empty room, quietly passing by Dietrich, and started settling himself in. As he put his clothes away, and his toiletries, he thought about what could possibly be happening at this excavation site that would interest all of these vampires.

A Sabbat den? A powerful Caitiff cult?

A deliciously expensive treasure? Magical artifacts? Weapons?

An antediluvian?

Anything, it could be anything.

And all of this thinking had woken him up again, and now that he had all of his things in their places, he decided that he would be better entertained in the main room, and so travelled down there.

And, on the gigantic television in there, put on a football game.

[Altito Asmoro]

Johann Larsson

So many details were revealed, artifacts, Sabbat dens, more mysterious powers. All of this is clearly not fit for him, and yet he is here. Probably serving for a better future for vampire, he believes rightly so.

He put down his belongings in an empty room and decided to took some refreshments. One of the advantages of being a ghoul is that you still able to enjoy human-made refreshments, although it is not quite as enjoyable as before. Soda is fine, anyway.

He lied on the bed and fell asleep quickly, after drank a soda. It was quite a nice sleep.

[Krytonus]

Kallm wasn't tired, but he did take a room so he could take a shower, maybe relax for a little. He was again impressed by the huge bedroom- A queen-sized bed with silk sheets so crisp he thought they were solid, a fine leather couch in the corner, a simple but fashionable coffee table, a huge flat-screen T.V so large Kallm was actually intimidated, and of course several fine paintings, rugs, and other fancy knick-knacks likely more expensive than Kallm. But of course, the really great thing was the view. There was another huge floor-to-ceiling wall, beautifully framing the Riyadh skyline, and although the sun had set, it was still a sight to behold. Kallm just stood there, gazing out for a moment and appreciating where he was. And then the moment ended and he dropped his bag and started to peel off his clothes. It was freeing to be naked, out of the constricting clothes he'd been stuck in for over twenty-four hours. He sighed contently and padded into the bathroom, the marble tiles cold against his bare feet. The shower exceeded his expectations. It was state-of-the-art, and with so many knobs Kallm was confused. With a squeal of boyish excitement, he jumped in and twisted the first knob he saw.

Nigh scalding hot water cascaded onto his naked body. Kallm screamed and twisted off the knob. He tentatively tried the next. Freezing cold. He yelped and tried the next. Suddenly he was being blasted with jets of water on all sides, battering his tired body. He turned that off too, and finally turned to logic. After a minute or so of fiddling with the shower, he was finally able to get it working. It was relaxing to feel the warm water running down his back and through his hair. He used some really fancy shampoo, which felt great, and then he just stood there, thinking as the water hit his body. Eventually, he switched off the water and grabbed a towel, an embroidered cotton one with details so intricate he again felt wrong by drying his ass with something so fancy. After he was dry, he pulled on a pair of denim jeans, a fresh purple v-neck and an old leather jacket. Content, he left the room to go check out what was going on the main space. It looked like nobody was there, so he sat himself down on the couch after grabbing another Sprite and began flicking through his newsfeed on his phone.

A little while later, Leone entered and switched on the T.V.

"Football? Boo." Kallm said with a slight smile. "I took you to be a TLC guy. Honey-Boo-Boo and stuff." He laughed quietly.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Kallm wasn't tired, but he did take a room so he could take a shower, maybe relax for a little. He was again impressed by the huge bedroom- A queen-sized bed with silk sheets so crisp he thought they were solid, a fine leather couch in the corner, a simple but fashionable coffee table, a huge flat-screen T.V so large Kallm was actually intimidated, and of course several fine paintings, rugs, and other fancy knick-knacks likely more expensive than Kallm. But of course, the really great thing was the view. There was another huge floor-to-ceiling wall, beautifully framing the Riyadh skyline, and although the sun had set, it was still a sight to behold. Kallm just stood there, gazing out for a moment and appreciating where he was. And then the moment ended and he dropped his bag and started to peel off his clothes. It was freeing to be naked, out of the constricting clothes he'd been stuck in for over twenty-four hours. He sighed contently and padded into the bathroom, the marble tiles cold against his bare feet. The shower exceeded his expectations. It was state-of-the-art, and with so many knobs Kallm was confused. With a squeal of boyish excitement, he jumped in and twisted the first knob he saw.

Nigh scalding hot water cascaded onto his naked body. Kallm screamed and twisted off the knob. He tentatively tried the next. Freezing cold. He yelped and tried the next. Suddenly he was being blasted with jets of water on all sides, battering his tired body. He turned that off too, and finally turned to logic. After a minute or so of fiddling with the shower, he was finally able to get it working. It was relaxing to feel the warm water running down his back and through his hair. He used some really fancy shampoo, which felt great, and then he just stood there, thinking as the water hit his body. Eventually, he switched off the water and grabbed a towel, an embroidered cotton one with details so intricate he again felt wrong by drying his ass with something so fancy. After he was dry, he pulled on a pair of denim jeans, a fresh purple v-neck and an old leather jacket. Content, he left the room to go check out what was going on the main space. It looked like nobody was there, so he sat himself down on the couch after grabbing another Sprite and began flicking through his newsfeed on his phone.

A little while later, Leone entered and switched on the T.V.

"Football? Boo." Kallm said with a slight smile. "I took you to be a TLC guy. Honey-Boo-Boo and stuff." He laughed quietly.

Leone, who was spread out on the couch with his hoodie wrapped tightly around him, frowned at Kallm. "'Honey-Boo-Boo?'" he asked, exaggerating his Italian accent. "What is that? It sounds like some disease."

He chuckled and looked back at the television. The Venetian team was playing the Roman one in a charity match, where all proceeds from television and ticket sales go to helping orphans. Leone smiled and turned the volume down. "I don't usually watch television, let alone football, I don't have the time... But, this game has a cause close to my heart." he said, glancing at Kallm. "Doesn't mean I've never caught a game in person before, though."

[Krytonus]

Kallm wasn't tired, but he did take a room so he could take a shower, maybe relax for a little. He was again impressed by the huge bedroom- A queen-sized bed with silk sheets so crisp he thought they were solid, a fine leather couch in the corner, a simple but fashionable coffee table, a huge flat-screen T.V so large Kallm was actually intimidated, and of course several fine paintings, rugs, and other fancy knick-knacks likely more expensive than Kallm. But of course, the really great thing was the view. There was another huge floor-to-ceiling wall, beautifully framing the Riyadh skyline, and although the sun had set, it was still a sight to behold. Kallm just stood there, gazing out for a moment and appreciating where he was. And then the moment ended and he dropped his bag and started to peel off his clothes. It was freeing to be naked, out of the constricting clothes he'd been stuck in for over twenty-four hours. He sighed contently and padded into the bathroom, the marble tiles cold against his bare feet. The shower exceeded his expectations. It was state-of-the-art, and with so many knobs Kallm was confused. With a squeal of boyish excitement, he jumped in and twisted the first knob he saw.

Nigh scalding hot water cascaded onto his naked body. Kallm screamed and twisted off the knob. He tentatively tried the next. Freezing cold. He yelped and tried the next. Suddenly he was being blasted with jets of water on all sides, battering his tired body. He turned that off too, and finally turned to logic. After a minute or so of fiddling with the shower, he was finally able to get it working. It was relaxing to feel the warm water running down his back and through his hair. He used some really fancy shampoo, which felt great, and then he just stood there, thinking as the water hit his body. Eventually, he switched off the water and grabbed a towel, an embroidered cotton one with details so intricate he again felt wrong by drying his ass with something so fancy. After he was dry, he pulled on a pair of denim jeans, a fresh purple v-neck and an old leather jacket. Content, he left the room to go check out what was going on the main space. It looked like nobody was there, so he sat himself down on the couch after grabbing another Sprite and began flicking through his newsfeed on his phone.

A little while later, Leone entered and switched on the T.V.

"Football? Boo." Kallm said with a slight smile. "I took you to be a TLC guy. Honey-Boo-Boo and stuff." He laughed quietly.

Leone, who was spread out on the couch with his hoodie wrapped tightly around him, frowned at Kallm. "'Honey-Boo-Boo?'" he asked, exaggerating his Italian accent. "What is that? It sounds like some disease."

He chuckled and looked back at the television. The Venetian team was playing the Roman one in a charity match, where all proceeds from television and ticket sales go to helping orphans. Leone smiled and turned the volume down. "I don't usually watch television, let alone football, I don't have the time... But, this game has a cause close to my heart." he said, glancing at Kallm. "Doesn't mean I've never caught a game in person before, though."

"Oh, Honey Boo-Boo is a disease," he laughed. "Weird stuff." He set down his phone and started watching the game. "What do we have, Venice V... Some other team?" he wondered aloud. "I can't say I'm a fan myself. I mean, I've never really watched it, or had any interest. Sir Deepwell didn't like football, so I guess neither did I. I did go to a game once, though. One of my Master's old friends invited him. Of course, I didn't really get to feel the atmosphere since we were in a private box, and I didn't see much cause I was busy serving Sir Deepwell, and making sure nobody wandered in in case they saw Master Deepwell's- never mind." His smile faded for a moment, and he stared blankly at the wall.

"So uh, what game did you see?" He asked.

[Videssos]

"Alright then... Walk it off. Don't leave the penthouse, though, and don't go near the board room." Nadia said. She started walking back down the stairs. "I'd hate to shoot such a pretty face..."

She waved over her shoulder, and continued walking down the stairs, getting to the bottom floor and disappearing into the back of the main floor.

He sighed his relief, seeing she was going away from him, and then he headed back upstairs. From there, he would take the elevator, and then head back to his room. With any hope, he'd be able to get a full night's rest, before tomorrow's mission.

All he had heard was something about Sabbats. Of course the Sabbats were no good, that was what everyone had told him. Maybe this mission is a recon mission...That would be nice. I'm not ready to fight anyone yet, anyway...and I don't have any weapons to fight with...Nor have I ever learned to fight.

Dietrich might be considered strange for an 18-year-old boy. He had never been properly taught how to fight. He had fended himself off from attackers and burglars before, but that was a long time ago. He wondered if he would actually be able to keep-up with his teammates, who all seemed to be stronger and more sophisticated than he was...Maybe he could go see what his classmates were up to, and get to know them better. That way he'd know who to trust.

Taking the elevator, he went back to his floor, and then he walked around, trying to listen for which room might have someone who was still awake. He knocked on Alexis's door, not sure who was inside, at the time. "...Hello?...Is anyone here?" he asked. It was such an awkward thing to do, knocking on people's doors until someone answered, but his nerves kept nipping at him, and he wanted to talk to someone and get them out.

The door opened to reveal the not particularly imposing figure of Alexis, sans the hat he'd had on earlier. He was still awake, and had been reading one of the books he'd brought with him, a copy of an old 16th century German book on alchemy titled "Ein kurtz summarischer Tractat, von dem grossen Stein der Uralten" or by its more common name, "The Twelve Keys of Basil Valentine". Of course, he'd left that on the desk next to his bed. His eye focused on the red-haired boy who had knocked, and he smiled faintly, though that wasn't out of any particular politeness or joy. "Yes? Is there something you want?" Alexis inquired quietly, his tone mild and serene, yet oddly, subtly off in its serenity.

[Luminesa]

He sighed his relief, seeing she was going away from him, and then he headed back upstairs. From there, he would take the elevator, and then head back to his room. With any hope, he'd be able to get a full night's rest, before tomorrow's mission.

All he had heard was something about Sabbats. Of course the Sabbats were no good, that was what everyone had told him. Maybe this mission is a recon mission...That would be nice. I'm not ready to fight anyone yet, anyway...and I don't have any weapons to fight with...Nor have I ever learned to fight.

Dietrich might be considered strange for an 18-year-old boy. He had never been properly taught how to fight. He had fended himself off from attackers and burglars before, but that was a long time ago. He wondered if he would actually be able to keep-up with his teammates, who all seemed to be stronger and more sophisticated than he was...Maybe he could go see what his classmates were up to, and get to know them better. That way he'd know who to trust.

Taking the elevator, he went back to his floor, and then he walked around, trying to listen for which room might have someone who was still awake. He knocked on Alexis's door, not sure who was inside, at the time. "...Hello?...Is anyone here?" he asked. It was such an awkward thing to do, knocking on people's doors until someone answered, but his nerves kept nipping at him, and he wanted to talk to someone and get them out.

The door opened to reveal the not particularly imposing figure of Alexis, sans the hat he'd had on earlier. He was still awake, and had been reading one of the books he'd brought with him, a copy of an old 16th century German book on alchemy titled "Ein kurtz summarischer Tractat, von dem grossen Stein der Uralten" or by its more common name, "The Twelve Keys of Basil Valentine". Of course, he'd left that on the desk next to his bed. His eye focused on the red-haired boy who had knocked, and he smiled faintly, though that wasn't out of any particular politeness or joy. "Yes? Is there something you want?" Alexis inquired quietly, his tone mild and serene, yet oddly, subtly off in its serenity.

Dietrich couldn't help but stare again. Who is he...she...And why do I feel this sort of peace around them? He smiled nervously, and answered, "Um, hi...Uhhh, I was having trouble going to sleep, and I was wondering if...um...Maybe we could hang out?...I don't know anyone here, and...um...I wanted to know who I'd be working...with?" He cursed himself internally for being so nervous. No wonder he had so few friends. He didn't know how to talk to people. Dietrich wondered if Alexis thought he was a loser, and he wouldn't blame him...or her, whatever Alexis was...if they did.

[Videssos]

The door opened to reveal the not particularly imposing figure of Alexis, sans the hat he'd had on earlier. He was still awake, and had been reading one of the books he'd brought with him, a copy of an old 16th century German book on alchemy titled "Ein kurtz summarischer Tractat, von dem grossen Stein der Uralten" or by its more common name, "The Twelve Keys of Basil Valentine". Of course, he'd left that on the desk next to his bed. His eye focused on the red-haired boy who had knocked, and he smiled faintly, though that wasn't out of any particular politeness or joy. "Yes? Is there something you want?" Alexis inquired quietly, his tone mild and serene, yet oddly, subtly off in its serenity.

Dietrich couldn't help but stare again. Who is he...she...And why do I feel this sort of peace around them? He smiled nervously, and answered, "Um, hi...Uhhh, I was having trouble going to sleep, and I was wondering if...um...Maybe we could hang out?...I don't know anyone here, and...um...I wanted to know who I'd be working...with?" He cursed himself internally for being so nervous. No wonder he had so few friends. He didn't know how to talk to people. Dietrich wondered if Alexis thought he was a loser, and he wouldn't blame him...or her, whatever Alexis was...if they did.

Hang out? Ah... I think I've heard the phrase vaguely before. It's one of the terms that have become popular in more recent times, if I recall correctly. Congregating together and talking, or something like that? Probably. Of course, he didn't usually spend a lot of time with people of the modern generation, and as one not brought up in these times, as well as one who generally didn't consider their self a particularly gregarious "people person," Alexis wasn't entirely up to date on such things, even if he was by no means averse to using recent innovations such as the internet. One expected a former commander of Brigadeführer level, such as he had been in the past, to be a bit more interested in society and communicating with people, such as the troops under his command, and resultantly perhaps a bit more socially adept, but such was not the case. He generally found himself maintaining a certain "distance" from most others, though Alexis tended not to be hostile about the whole affair.

He paused, thinking, deciphering the other boy's timorous reply. His expression somewhat enigmatic, Alexis spoke in turn, "Oh? Let us do that, then. As for whom you are working with... My name, hmm? In this particular instance, that would be Alexis, though you may have already figured it out or heard it earlier..." Of course, for convenience sake, he deigned from uttering the entirety of his name, and even his surname was a tad ponderous. That boy seems rather uncertain even merely in conversation with me. Curious. Either he was already rattled, as it were, or something about me is resulting in that reaction. I should not care too much, of course. My Mistress bid me a greater task to undertake, and her designs are far more important. That said, she also instructed me to be aware of anything that could be used to my, and thus, her advantage. Investigating the rest of the team brought together by the Camarilla could reveal valuable information, including weaknesses.

[Luminesa]

Dietrich couldn't help but stare again. Who is he...she...And why do I feel this sort of peace around them? He smiled nervously, and answered, "Um, hi...Uhhh, I was having trouble going to sleep, and I was wondering if...um...Maybe we could hang out?...I don't know anyone here, and...um...I wanted to know who I'd be working...with?" He cursed himself internally for being so nervous. No wonder he had so few friends. He didn't know how to talk to people. Dietrich wondered if Alexis thought he was a loser, and he wouldn't blame him...or her, whatever Alexis was...if they did.

Hang out? Ah... I think I've heard the phrase vaguely before. It's one of the terms that have become popular in more recent times, if I recall correctly. Congregating together and talking, or something like that? Probably. Of course, he didn't usually spend a lot of time with people of the modern generation, and as one not brought up in these times, as well as one who generally didn't consider their self a particularly gregarious "people person," Alexis wasn't entirely up to date on such things, even if he was by no means averse to using recent innovations such as the internet. One expected a former commander of Brigadeführer level, such as he had been in the past, to be a bit more interested in society and communicating with people, such as the troops under his command, and resultantly perhaps a bit more socially adept, but such was not the case. He generally found himself maintaining a certain "distance" from most others, though Alexis tended not to be hostile about the whole affair.

He paused, thinking, deciphering the other boy's timorous reply. His expression somewhat enigmatic, Alexis spoke in turn, "Oh? Let us do that, then. As for whom you are working with... My name, hmm? In this particular instance, that would be Alexis, though you may have already figured it out or heard it earlier..." Of course, for convenience sake, he deigned from uttering the entirety of his name, and even his surname was a tad ponderous. That boy seems rather uncertain even merely in conversation with me. Curious. Either he was already rattled, as it were, or something about me is resulting in that reaction. I should not care too much, of course. My Mistress bid me a greater task to undertake, and her designs are far more important. That said, she also instructed me to be aware of anything that could be used to my, and thus, her advantage. Investigating the rest of the team brought together by the Camarilla could reveal valuable information, including weaknesses.

He smiled, relieved that Alexis didn't think he was a loser. Whew! Okay, so I guess this won't go as badly as I thought! I might actually be able to make a friend after all! "Mine's Dietrich. Dietrich Knoff. B-But you can just call me Dietrich..." He walked in the room, and he immediately noticed the big book on Alexis's nightstand. "What book is that?" he inquired, curiously.

[Videssos]

"Oh, that? The Twelve Keys of Basil Valentine. It's a later edition of a book on alchemy, published by Johann Thölde in 1599, in Eisleben." Stepping aside as Dietrich entered the room, Alexis sat down on the edge of the bed. After a brief silence, he added, "So, what do you wish to discuss?"

[Luminesa]

"Oh, that? The Twelve Keys of Basil Valentine. It's a later edition of a book on alchemy, published by Johann Thölde in 1599, in Eisleben." Stepping aside as Dietrich entered the room, Alexis sat down on the edge of the bed. After a brief silence, he added, "So, what do you wish to discuss?"

C'mon, think, Dietrich, think! "Ummm...so...um...where are you from?...And...do you like to study alchemy, then? S-Since you have a book on it," he replied.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Leone, who was spread out on the couch with his hoodie wrapped tightly around him, frowned at Kallm. "'Honey-Boo-Boo?'" he asked, exaggerating his Italian accent. "What is that? It sounds like some disease."

He chuckled and looked back at the television. The Venetian team was playing the Roman one in a charity match, where all proceeds from television and ticket sales go to helping orphans. Leone smiled and turned the volume down. "I don't usually watch television, let alone football, I don't have the time... But, this game has a cause close to my heart." he said, glancing at Kallm. "Doesn't mean I've never caught a game in person before, though."

"Oh, Honey Boo-Boo is a disease," he laughed. "Weird stuff." He set down his phone and started watching the game. "What do we have, Venice V... Some other team?" he wondered aloud. "I can't say I'm a fan myself. I mean, I've never really watched it, or had any interest. Sir Deepwell didn't like football, so I guess neither did I. I did go to a game once, though. One of my Master's old friends invited him. Of course, I didn't really get to feel the atmosphere since we were in a private box, and I didn't see much cause I was busy serving Sir Deepwell, and making sure nobody wandered in in case they saw Master Deepwell's- never mind." His smile faded for a moment, and he stared blankly at the wall.

"So uh, what game did you see?" He asked.

"Hmm? Oh, it was this one. They have a charity game every few years, and I try to find a way to watch it... Cause is close to my heart and all that..." Leone said, glancing up at Kallm. "You seem a little... reprehensive to talk about your master. What's that about?"

Leone knew that sometimes vampires didn't exactly approve of their servants 'gossiping' about them and their business, and they sometimes went to extremes to keep them from talking, but it was always nice to gather information about the more powerful vampires of the world.

[Krytonus]

"Oh, Honey Boo-Boo is a disease," he laughed. "Weird stuff." He set down his phone and started watching the game. "What do we have, Venice V... Some other team?" he wondered aloud. "I can't say I'm a fan myself. I mean, I've never really watched it, or had any interest. Sir Deepwell didn't like football, so I guess neither did I. I did go to a game once, though. One of my Master's old friends invited him. Of course, I didn't really get to feel the atmosphere since we were in a private box, and I didn't see much cause I was busy serving Sir Deepwell, and making sure nobody wandered in in case they saw Master Deepwell's- never mind." His smile faded for a moment, and he stared blankly at the wall.

"So uh, what game did you see?" He asked.

"Hmm? Oh, it was this one. They have a charity game every few years, and I try to find a way to watch it... Cause is close to my heart and all that..." Leone said, glancing up at Kallm. "You seem a little... reprehensive to talk about your master. What's that about?"

Leone knew that sometimes vampires didn't exactly approve of their servants 'gossiping' about them and their business, and they sometimes went to extremes to keep them from talking, but it was always nice to gather information about the more powerful vampires of the world.

Kallm sighed, crossing his legs.

"It's just... My master raised me. I don't know who my parents were, other than how they were Irish. He was a... Strict guy, and sometimes... Violent. He is a little touchy on people hearing about his, uh, deformity. His face is completely messed up. It's been drilled into my mind to not gossip about him." He smiled faintly. "But hey, one person, right? And it's not like Master Deepwell is here to punish me, the bastard." The last part was little more than a whisper, and Kallm quickly covered his mouth, surprised at himself. "A-and your master?"

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

"Hmm? Oh, it was this one. They have a charity game every few years, and I try to find a way to watch it... Cause is close to my heart and all that..." Leone said, glancing up at Kallm. "You seem a little... reprehensive to talk about your master. What's that about?"

Leone knew that sometimes vampires didn't exactly approve of their servants 'gossiping' about them and their business, and they sometimes went to extremes to keep them from talking, but it was always nice to gather information about the more powerful vampires of the world.

Kallm sighed, crossing his legs.

"It's just... My master raised me. I don't know who my parents were, other than how they were Irish. He was a... Strict guy, and sometimes... Violent. He is a little touchy on people hearing about his, uh, deformity. His face is completely messed up. It's been drilled into my mind to not gossip about him." He smiled faintly. "But hey, one person, right? And it's not like Master Deepwell is here to punish me, the bastard." The last part was little more than a whisper, and Kallm quickly covered his mouth, surprised at himself. "A-and your master?"

Leone chuckled and readjusted himself on the couch. "Eh, he's a Ravnos, so he does a lot of crime stuff. Mainly stealing... Kinda how I met him." he said. "I haven't known him long, met him a few months ago and have been a part of the outfit ever since."

He stretched out on the couch, yawning into the back of one hand, smiling tiredly at Kallm. The hoodie he had on was wrapped around him almost chastely, and one of the ears was folded.

[Krytonus]

Kallm sighed, crossing his legs.

"It's just... My master raised me. I don't know who my parents were, other than how they were Irish. He was a... Strict guy, and sometimes... Violent. He is a little touchy on people hearing about his, uh, deformity. His face is completely messed up. It's been drilled into my mind to not gossip about him." He smiled faintly. "But hey, one person, right? And it's not like Master Deepwell is here to punish me, the bastard." The last part was little more than a whisper, and Kallm quickly covered his mouth, surprised at himself. "A-and your master?"

Leone chuckled and readjusted himself on the couch. "Eh, he's a Ravnos, so he does a lot of crime stuff. Mainly stealing... Kinda how I met him." he said. "I haven't known him long, met him a few months ago and have been a part of the outfit ever since."

He stretched out on the couch, yawning into the back of one hand, smiling tiredly at Kallm. The hoodie he had on was wrapped around him almost chastely, and one of the ears was folded.

"Huh, Ravnos. Cool." Kallm said, sinking into the couch. "So, what do you think's gonna happen on the mission? You know how to fight?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Leone chuckled and readjusted himself on the couch. "Eh, he's a Ravnos, so he does a lot of crime stuff. Mainly stealing... Kinda how I met him." he said. "I haven't known him long, met him a few months ago and have been a part of the outfit ever since."

He stretched out on the couch, yawning into the back of one hand, smiling tiredly at Kallm. The hoodie he had on was wrapped around him almost chastely, and one of the ears was folded.

"Huh, Ravnos. Cool." Kallm said, sinking into the couch. "So, what do you think's gonna happen on the mission? You know how to fight?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

"I really don't know anything about this mission... All I know is that it's in the desert and we could get really rich... or something." Leone said, his legs suddenly resting on Kallm's.

"And yeah... I know how to fight."

[Krytonus]

"Huh, Ravnos. Cool." Kallm said, sinking into the couch. "So, what do you think's gonna happen on the mission? You know how to fight?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

"I really don't know anything about this mission... All I know is that it's in the desert and we could get really rich... or something." Leone said, his legs suddenly resting on Kallm's.

"And yeah... I know how to fight."

Kallm flinched at the sudden contact, but he wasn't opposed to it. Actually, now that he thought about it, Leone was kind of cute.

"I doubt it'll be as easy as that." Kallm mused. "There's always gonna be something, so it's good you can fight. It's funny, but I'm actually kind of looking forward to testing my abilities. I want to use what I've been taught in combat, you know? It seems pretty ridiculous."