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

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Leone reached over an arm and stopped her from rolling off, rolling his eyes at her clumsiness. "Cuscina, you seriously need to get a handle on yourself. Clumsiness is not attractive..." he said, sitting up and rubbing his face. The hood finally fell down, and his long hair was messy. It went every which way, with no set style, and looked as if he just got up in the morning and left.

The young man looked back at Alice, his green eyes casually skimming her over. "Well... maybe your looks can make up for that." he said, and another small smile tugged at his lips.

"...please don't talk that way," she said quietly. "It... it kind of scares me."

Nope. Not going to think about it. I won't. I won't!

I don't want to think about this! I won't think about it! I don't have to, I don't want to, and I'm not going to!

Leone sighed and patted her shoulder apologetically. "I apologize... I'm not used to being gently with people. Comes from my fucked up background." he said, squeezing her shoulder, partly to support her and part to help him get up. "Anyway... I'll head out now. Get a room to myself before I really do have to share with you. Have a nice rest, Cuscina." he said, nodding to her as he made his way toward the door.

[The Flame Dawn]

Estella made her way to an empty bedroom and spotted something that seemed out of place in her bedroom.

The room's walls were painted white with light blue accents, giving the room a light and cool feel while the hum of an AC unit could be heard. The bed was a queen size with a white comforter and pillows in casing a shade of dark blue. At the foot of the bed was an ornate chest which she swore she had seen on sale back in her old hometown. Aside from that was a finely polished wooden table and matching chair where a lamp sat along with a small tray of assorted pens and pencils.

The only out of place object in the rooms was the closet, which was slightly ajar and a duffle bag, worn with age, held the door open. A written note could be seen on it with her name on it. She walked over to the bag, her curiosity getting the better of her when she saw her equipment. She then looked at the note which read, "You're Late," followed by a signature of a man known as Desmir.

"I guess he's my mistress' contact," she said as she grabbed the bag and plopped it on the chest at the end of the bag.

Estella let out a yawn as she took her clothes off, leaving herself in only her undergarments, and slipped under the blankets to take a long nap.

"I cant believe I got the nice gear too," she muttered before she fell asleep, a smile of joy and sleepiness on her face.

[Luminesa]

The main group of operatives had been escorted into the main room of the penthouse suites, and the. Summarily left by Nadia and Abrir as they went up to the board room for the pre-briefing briefing. The South African butler appeared soon after that, carrying platter of refreshments. He bowed lightly to the group of young men and women, Johann now numbering as one of them.

"Good morning, sirs and madames. I am David Young, the main caretaker of these suites. I have refreshments for those of you that are more adapted to the time zone change, and for those of that are not, I have been instructed that you have been given five hours to rest before the mission briefing." the butler said, straightening.

He gestured with his free hand. "The two floors directly above us are exclusively bedrooms, and the top floor is the board room. On the main floor, here, is the kitchen, lobby, living room, and game room. Please, feel free to use them in your five hours of rest."

The butler left, carefully placing the platter on a nearby table, and disappeared into the back of the room.

Leone glanced around at the room, feeling only slightly better. "Well then... Rooms first?" he said to the rest of the group.

Board Room, Minutes Later

Abrir and Nadia nodded at Harmon, understanding his sentiment. "Nadia, if you would be so kind as to grab Mr. Harmon the laptop..." Abrir said, gesturing to the door.

Nadia nodded, stood up, and left.

Abrir looked at Harmon. "A Sabbat den, then? Hmm... No, I don't believe so. Caitiff, we'll have to look into. I understand your sentiment about wanting to test your team though, but please understand, we would not give you a team that would not be able to complete the mission."

When Dietrich got to his room and put his suitcase down, he was shocked. He had never seen anything so incredible in his entire life. The room was huge and pristine. On one side was a huge, fluffy, queen-sized bed, and on the other side of that was the biggest flat-screen TV he had ever seen in his life. The room also seemed to have a large bathroom as well, from the size of the door leading to it. Yet what made him drop his jaw the most was the clear windows displaying the Saudi Arabian skyline, lit-up and brilliant even in the dead of night. This hotel was truly proof that one had succeeded in life, that one was on top of the world. "Talk about Arabian nights..." He whispered to nobody in particular.

Wanting to get settled before the next morning, he then put down his headphones and began to unpack. He put his toiletries in the bathroom, his sneakers by the bed, his books on the nightstand next to the bed, and he hung his clothes in the tall, heavy-oaken armoire next to the TV. He still couldn't believe there actually existed TVs that big. He then got into his pajamas-a white tee-shirt and black pajama pants with 'LED ZEPPELIN' and the band's four logos strewn around the pants. He then put his headphones back on and turned the volume down a little. He also switched the song-from what had been a driving Skillet song to Eric Clapton's acoustic rendition of "Layla", letting the full, warm sound of Clapton's Gibson guitar flow over him. He then looked toward the bed, before he remembered his mistress's words to him, before he had left.

Remember, Didi, darling, you should have fun, but you should also remember your mission...after all, this isn't a field trip.

He sighed, realizing he wasn't going to be able to get the rest he wanted so much. Putting his headphones around his shoulders, he carefully wandered outside, creaking the door open to see if anyone was outside. None of the kids were there, but there was noise coming from some other rooms. Carefully, then, he began to creep around the halls, looking for the boardroom. Seeing a map on the wall, he saw it was on the top floor, so he headed for the elevator. When he got there, he tapped a button leading to the top floor, and he waited. As he got to the top, he saw Nadia disappear into the boardroom, and he carefully slipped by and hid behind a plant. He listened carefully, wanting to hear what they were going to say. He wanted to know not just for his mistress's sake, but for his own sake, for the sake of the truth he not only wanted, but needed desperately.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Estella made her way to an empty bedroom and spotted something that seemed out of place in her bedroom.

The room's walls were painted white with light blue accents, giving the room a light and cool feel while the hum of an AC unit could be heard. The bed was a queen size with a white comforter and pillows in casing a shade of dark blue. At the foot of the bed was an ornate chest which she swore she had seen on sale back in her old hometown. Aside from that was a finely polished wooden table and matching chair where a lamp sat along with a small tray of assorted pens and pencils.

The only out of place object in the rooms was the closet, which was slightly ajar and a duffle bag, worn with age, held the door open. A written note could be seen on it with her name on it. She walked over to the bag, her curiosity getting the better of her when she saw her equipment. She then looked at the note which read, "You're Late," followed by a signature of a man known as Desmir.

"I guess he's my mistress' contact," she said as she grabbed the bag and plopped it on the chest at the end of the bag.

Estella let out a yawn as she took her clothes off, leaving herself in only her undergarments, and slipped under the blankets to take a long nap.

"I cant believe I got the nice gear too," she muttered before she fell asleep, a smile of joy and sleepiness on her face.

Leone left Alice's room, absent mindedly walking through the halls, dragging his suitcase behind him. He passed Dietrich as the other boy wandered about as well, not paying him any mind. She's so... broken. It's kind of sad how one bad person could ruin a girls entire life... he thought.

It's sad how one person can ruin a life, period.

The Venetian sighed and opened a door, walking into the room without looking, and dropped the suitcase to the ground. He stood and looked between the bed and the shower, considering something. Huh, the bed has a lump in it...

I should fix that.

And then Leone flopped on top of Estella.

[The Flame Dawn]

Estella was enjoying her dream, it was of her going around and doing her usual house keeping but instead of being pushed around by her mistress while she worked, her mistress was working next to her telling her about the other vampire clans.

As she slept, she was blissfully unaware of the boy who would fall into her arms, quite literally at that. As he landed on her body, she was awoken by the impact and immediately panicked, letting out a yelp before desperately wriggling out from under the boy before getting out of the bed and into a fighting stance like her mistress taught her.

She had been expecting some sort of thief or thug but to her amazement, and shock, it was the boy who woke her up while they were in the limo.

"I only asked you to wake me up once," she yelled in an annoyed tone as she shifted back to a more casual stance, "don't you have any decency when it come to... walking in on a sleeping woman."

She blushed bright red as she tried to pull the blanket out from under Leone to try to cover her exposed form.

"Get off the blanket," she whined as she continued to tug at the blanket, "and if you tell anyone what you saw I'll kill you."

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

The main group of operatives had been escorted into the main room of the penthouse suites, and the. Summarily left by Nadia and Abrir as they went up to the board room for the pre-briefing briefing. The South African butler appeared soon after that, carrying platter of refreshments. He bowed lightly to the group of young men and women, Johann now numbering as one of them.

"Good morning, sirs and madames. I am David Young, the main caretaker of these suites. I have refreshments for those of you that are more adapted to the time zone change, and for those of that are not, I have been instructed that you have been given five hours to rest before the mission briefing." the butler said, straightening.

He gestured with his free hand. "The two floors directly above us are exclusively bedrooms, and the top floor is the board room. On the main floor, here, is the kitchen, lobby, living room, and game room. Please, feel free to use them in your five hours of rest."

The butler left, carefully placing the platter on a nearby table, and disappeared into the back of the room.

Leone glanced around at the room, feeling only slightly better. "Well then... Rooms first?" he said to the rest of the group.

Board Room, Minutes Later

Abrir and Nadia nodded at Harmon, understanding his sentiment. "Nadia, if you would be so kind as to grab Mr. Harmon the laptop..." Abrir said, gesturing to the door.

Nadia nodded, stood up, and left.

Abrir looked at Harmon. "A Sabbat den, then? Hmm... No, I don't believe so. Caitiff, we'll have to look into. I understand your sentiment about wanting to test your team though, but please understand, we would not give you a team that would not be able to complete the mission."

When Dietrich got to his room and put his suitcase down, he was shocked. He had never seen anything so incredible in his entire life. The room was huge and pristine. On one side was a huge, fluffy, queen-sized bed, and on the other side of that was the biggest flat-screen TV he had ever seen in his life. The room also seemed to have a large bathroom as well, from the size of the door leading to it. Yet what made him drop his jaw the most was the clear windows displaying the Saudi Arabian skyline, lit-up and brilliant even in the dead of night. This hotel was truly proof that one had succeeded in life, that one was on top of the world. "Talk about Arabian nights..." He whispered to nobody in particular.

Wanting to get settled before the next morning, he then put down his headphones and began to unpack. He put his toiletries in the bathroom, his sneakers by the bed, his books on the nightstand next to the bed, and he hung his clothes in the tall, heavy-oaken armoire next to the TV. He still couldn't believe there actually existed TVs that big. He then got into his pajamas-a white tee-shirt and black pajama pants with 'LED ZEPPELIN' and the band's four logos strewn around the pants. He then put his headphones back on and turned the volume down a little. He also switched the song-from what had been a driving Skillet song to Eric Clapton's acoustic rendition of "Layla", letting the full, warm sound of Clapton's Gibson guitar flow over him. He then looked toward the bed, before he remembered his mistress's words to him, before he had left.

Remember, Didi, darling, you should have fun, but you should also remember your mission...after all, this isn't a field trip.

He sighed, realizing he wasn't going to be able to get the rest he wanted so much. Putting his headphones around his shoulders, he carefully wandered outside, creaking the door open to see if anyone was outside. None of the kids were there, but there was noise coming from some other rooms. Carefully, then, he began to creep around the halls, looking for the boardroom. Seeing a map on the wall, he saw it was on the top floor, so he headed for the elevator. When he got there, he tapped a button leading to the top floor, and he waited. As he got to the top, he saw Nadia disappear into the boardroom, and he carefully slipped by and hid behind a plant. He listened carefully, wanting to hear what they were going to say. He wanted to know not just for his mistress's sake, but for his own sake, for the sake of the truth he not only wanted, but needed desperately.

Nadia then left the boardroom a few minutes later, and due to the thickness of the glass entrance, Dietrich had no idea why, the only thing he was bale to hear being the brief mumblings of Harmon and Abrir. Nadia walked out of the board room briskly, not noticing Dietrich, and quickly made her way to the stairs between the floors like a normal person.

She adjusted the suit jacket she had on, revealing the gun she had on her back hip.

Estella was enjoying her dream, it was of her going around and doing her usual house keeping but instead of being pushed around by her mistress while she worked, her mistress was working next to her telling her about the other vampire clans.

As she slept, she was blissfully unaware of the boy who would fall into her arms, quite literally at that. As he landed on her body, she was awoken by the impact and immediately panicked, letting out a yelp before desperately wriggling out from under the boy before getting out of the bed and into a fighting stance like her mistress taught her.

She had been expecting some sort of thief or thug but to her amazement, and shock, it was the boy who woke her up while they were in the limo.

"I only asked you to wake me up once," she yelled in an annoyed tone as she shifted back to a more casual stance, "don't you have any decency when it come to... walking in on a sleeping woman."

She blushed bright red as she tried to pull the blanket out from under Leone to try to cover her exposed form.

"Get off the blanket," she whined as she continued to tug at the blanket, "and if you tell anyone what you saw I'll kill you."

Leone, who had just about fallen asleep by the time he hit the sheets, was woken up rudely by a figure beneath the blankets yelping and rolling away. He heard the thump of someone landing on their feet, but did not see it as he had his eyes closed and was facing the other way. When Estella started speaking though, he turned so that only one of his green eyes was able to be seen from the safety of the blankets.

And, in typical European fashion, he said "Why would you kill me about telling people about how pretty you are?"

The blond hair was all of the place, and his signature cat hoodie was thrown casually over another chair.

[The Flame Dawn]

"B-because you aren't supposed to see me like this," she said as she continued to try to pull the covers off, "can you please just get up now."

She was truly embarrassed as she was forced to try to convince Leone to get out of her bed, or at least give her the blanket back.

"Why can't you westerns be reasonable," she complained as she gave up and just decided to go under the covers, thankful that he was only laying on top of him.

"I got here first and this is my room," she said in a stern voice, with only her head visible, "it doesn't matter how nice I look because I don't care. I just don;t want the others hearing that you saw me barely clothed. I'd be a disgrace to others from here if they found out."

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

"B-because you aren't supposed to see me like this," she said as she continued to try to pull the covers off, "can you please just get up now."

She was truly embarrassed as she was forced to try to convince Leone to get out of her bed, or at least give her the blanket back.

"Why can't you westerns be reasonable," she complained as she gave up and just decided to go under the covers, thankful that he was only laying on top of him.

"I got here first and this is my room," she said in a stern voice, with only her head visible, "it doesn't matter how nice I look because I don't care. I just don;t want the others hearing that you saw me barely clothed. I'd be a disgrace to others from here if they found out."

Leone frowned at her, and seemed to get more comfortable in the bed. "But... It's so comfortable. And I'd hate to let someone like you sleep alone in such of a compromising state... What's keeping another person from just wandering in here and seeing you like this, hmm?" he said, his one visible eye blinking lazily.

He stretched lazily, yawning, and somehow took more blankets from her. "Oh... What's your name again?"

[The Flame Dawn]

"B-because you aren't supposed to see me like this," she said as she continued to try to pull the covers off, "can you please just get up now."

She was truly embarrassed as she was forced to try to convince Leone to get out of her bed, or at least give her the blanket back.

"Why can't you westerns be reasonable," she complained as she gave up and just decided to go under the covers, thankful that he was only laying on top of him.

"I got here first and this is my room," she said in a stern voice, with only her head visible, "it doesn't matter how nice I look because I don't care. I just don;t want the others hearing that you saw me barely clothed. I'd be a disgrace to others from here if they found out."

Leone frowned at her, and seemed to get more comfortable in the bed. "But... It's so comfortable. And I'd hate to let someone like you sleep alone in such of a compromising state... What's keeping another person from just wandering in here and seeing you like this, hmm?" he said, his one visible eye blinking lazily.

He stretched lazily, yawning, and somehow took more blankets from her. "Oh... What's your name again?"

"Estella," she muttered as she tried to fight for more blanket, "and the simple answer is to lock the door... I never would have imagined someone to be as perverted as to jump onto a sleeping girl and take her bed, refusing to leave it."

Estella began to wish her mistress was with her now. She would have been able to get this boy to leave her bed and leave her in peace, though she would probably have been forced to give her some blood to feed her...

"Anyways, what;s your name? Or is pervert fine?"

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Leone frowned at her, and seemed to get more comfortable in the bed. "But... It's so comfortable. And I'd hate to let someone like you sleep alone in such of a compromising state... What's keeping another person from just wandering in here and seeing you like this, hmm?" he said, his one visible eye blinking lazily.

He stretched lazily, yawning, and somehow took more blankets from her. "Oh... What's your name again?"

"Estella," she muttered as she tried to fight for more blanket, "and the simple answer is to lock the door... I never would have imagined someone to be as perverted as to jump onto a sleeping girl and take her bed, refusing to leave it."

Estella began to wish her mistress was with her now. She would have been able to get this boy to leave her bed and leave her in peace, though she would probably have been forced to give her some blood to feed her...

"Anyways, what;s your name? Or is pervert fine?"

Leone smiled at her calling him a pervert. "I'm Leone D'Amore. A pleasure to meet you..." he said, extending a hand lazily to her. "And I can assure you, I did not intend for this situation to occur..."

The longer he stayed in the bed next to her, the more he seemed to curl up like a feline and feel more... Natural being there.

I totally did not mean for this to happen, but now that it is... She is cute. And I guess it's a good way to get to know all the boys and girls. he thought.

[Luminesa]

When Dietrich got to his room and put his suitcase down, he was shocked. He had never seen anything so incredible in his entire life. The room was huge and pristine. On one side was a huge, fluffy, queen-sized bed, and on the other side of that was the biggest flat-screen TV he had ever seen in his life. The room also seemed to have a large bathroom as well, from the size of the door leading to it. Yet what made him drop his jaw the most was the clear windows displaying the Saudi Arabian skyline, lit-up and brilliant even in the dead of night. This hotel was truly proof that one had succeeded in life, that one was on top of the world. "Talk about Arabian nights..." He whispered to nobody in particular.

Wanting to get settled before the next morning, he then put down his headphones and began to unpack. He put his toiletries in the bathroom, his sneakers by the bed, his books on the nightstand next to the bed, and he hung his clothes in the tall, heavy-oaken armoire next to the TV. He still couldn't believe there actually existed TVs that big. He then got into his pajamas-a white tee-shirt and black pajama pants with 'LED ZEPPELIN' and the band's four logos strewn around the pants. He then put his headphones back on and turned the volume down a little. He also switched the song-from what had been a driving Skillet song to Eric Clapton's acoustic rendition of "Layla", letting the full, warm sound of Clapton's Gibson guitar flow over him. He then looked toward the bed, before he remembered his mistress's words to him, before he had left.

Remember, Didi, darling, you should have fun, but you should also remember your mission...after all, this isn't a field trip.

He sighed, realizing he wasn't going to be able to get the rest he wanted so much. Putting his headphones around his shoulders, he carefully wandered outside, creaking the door open to see if anyone was outside. None of the kids were there, but there was noise coming from some other rooms. Carefully, then, he began to creep around the halls, looking for the boardroom. Seeing a map on the wall, he saw it was on the top floor, so he headed for the elevator. When he got there, he tapped a button leading to the top floor, and he waited. As he got to the top, he saw Nadia disappear into the boardroom, and he carefully slipped by and hid behind a plant. He listened carefully, wanting to hear what they were going to say. He wanted to know not just for his mistress's sake, but for his own sake, for the sake of the truth he not only wanted, but needed desperately.

Nadia then left the boardroom a few minutes later, and due to the thickness of the glass entrance, Dietrich had no idea why, the only thing he was bale to hear being the brief mumblings of Harmon and Abrir. Nadia walked out of the board room briskly, not noticing Dietrich, and quickly made her way to the stairs between the floors like a normal person.

She adjusted the suit jacket she had on, revealing the gun she had on her back hip.

Estella was enjoying her dream, it was of her going around and doing her usual house keeping but instead of being pushed around by her mistress while she worked, her mistress was working next to her telling her about the other vampire clans.

As she slept, she was blissfully unaware of the boy who would fall into her arms, quite literally at that. As he landed on her body, she was awoken by the impact and immediately panicked, letting out a yelp before desperately wriggling out from under the boy before getting out of the bed and into a fighting stance like her mistress taught her.

She had been expecting some sort of thief or thug but to her amazement, and shock, it was the boy who woke her up while they were in the limo.

"I only asked you to wake me up once," she yelled in an annoyed tone as she shifted back to a more casual stance, "don't you have any decency when it come to... walking in on a sleeping woman."

She blushed bright red as she tried to pull the blanket out from under Leone to try to cover her exposed form.

"Get off the blanket," she whined as she continued to tug at the blanket, "and if you tell anyone what you saw I'll kill you."

Leone, who had just about fallen asleep by the time he hit the sheets, was woken up rudely by a figure beneath the blankets yelping and rolling away. He heard the thump of someone landing on their feet, but did not see it as he had his eyes closed and was facing the other way. When Estella started speaking though, he turned so that only one of his green eyes was able to be seen from the safety of the blankets.

And, in typical European fashion, he said "Why would you kill me about telling people about how pretty you are?"

The blond hair was all of the place, and his signature cat hoodie was thrown casually over another chair.

Dietrich saw the gun at her hip, and because he couldn't hear much of what was happening in the boardroom, he decided to carefully follow her down the stairs. She could very well shoot him if she saw him, but he was not afraid. He wanted to truth more than anything.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Nadia then left the boardroom a few minutes later, and due to the thickness of the glass entrance, Dietrich had no idea why, the only thing he was bale to hear being the brief mumblings of Harmon and Abrir. Nadia walked out of the board room briskly, not noticing Dietrich, and quickly made her way to the stairs between the floors like a normal person.

She adjusted the suit jacket she had on, revealing the gun she had on her back hip.



Leone, who had just about fallen asleep by the time he hit the sheets, was woken up rudely by a figure beneath the blankets yelping and rolling away. He heard the thump of someone landing on their feet, but did not see it as he had his eyes closed and was facing the other way. When Estella started speaking though, he turned so that only one of his green eyes was able to be seen from the safety of the blankets.

And, in typical European fashion, he said "Why would you kill me about telling people about how pretty you are?"

The blond hair was all of the place, and his signature cat hoodie was thrown casually over another chair.

Dietrich saw the gun at her hip, and because he couldn't hear much of what was happening in the boardroom, he decided to carefully follow her down the stairs. She could very well shoot him if she saw him, but he was not afraid. He wanted to truth more than anything.

As Dietrich put a foot down on the first glass step, Nadia turned around and looked up at him. She smiled. "Ah! Dietrich. What are doing up? You should be resting in preparation for your first mission. Or did you need something? A drink, something to eat... Me, perhaps?" she asked, resting her head on a hand and cocking her hip, while standing in a lower step than him.

[The Assorted Saharan Outposts]

As soon as Henry was able to, he had walked towards an empty bedroom and was ready to take a nap. As soon as he had entered the bedroom, he had dropped the bag he was carrying and threw his throw pillow on the bed. After that was done, he hopped onto the bed and smiled. He patted the bed and rather enjoyed how soft it was. A yawn exited his mouth and he covered his mouth to make it a bit more quiet, though he had no real reason to. With that said, he fluffed up the pillows and rested his head on them, looking up at the ceiling as he did so.

The ceiling was nothing special to look at. It wasn't even colored differently. It was just a basic, white ceiling with nothing special to it, but he could stare at it until he fell asleep. He could count sheep as well. That just got him to sleep even faster. Well, it was time to count. One...two...three...four...five...what was he on again? Well, by then he was too sleepy to care. Counting sheep had always worked for him, and it never failed to get him into a peaceful rest. So, with one last yawn exiting his mouth, he closed his eyes and prepared to sleep, not even bothering to pull the blankets over him. Ah, this was nice.

[The Flame Dawn]

"Estella," she muttered as she tried to fight for more blanket, "and the simple answer is to lock the door... I never would have imagined someone to be as perverted as to jump onto a sleeping girl and take her bed, refusing to leave it."

Estella began to wish her mistress was with her now. She would have been able to get this boy to leave her bed and leave her in peace, though she would probably have been forced to give her some blood to feed her...

"Anyways, what;s your name? Or is pervert fine?"

Leone smiled at her calling him a pervert. "I'm Leone D'Amore. A pleasure to meet you..." he said, extending a hand lazily to her. "And I can assure you, I did not intend for this situation to occur..."

The longer he stayed in the bed next to her, the more he seemed to curl up like a feline and feel more... Natural being there.

I totally did not mean for this to happen, but now that it is... She is cute. And I guess it's a good way to get to know all the boys and girls. he thought.

She reluctantly shook his hand, assuming that if he was a westerner he would leave soon if she complied with what he asked, though she made sure her lacking cleavage didn't show.

"I can tell," she replied in a sarcastic tone as she noticed that he was beginning to take up more horizontal space and less vertical.

"This guy acts so much like a cat," she thought to herself as she looked back at the cat hoodie, "I guess he wears the hoodie for a reason"

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Leone smiled at her calling him a pervert. "I'm Leone D'Amore. A pleasure to meet you..." he said, extending a hand lazily to her. "And I can assure you, I did not intend for this situation to occur..."

The longer he stayed in the bed next to her, the more he seemed to curl up like a feline and feel more... Natural being there.

I totally did not mean for this to happen, but now that it is... She is cute. And I guess it's a good way to get to know all the boys and girls. he thought.

She reluctantly shook his hand, assuming that if he was a westerner he would leave soon if she complied with what he asked, though she made sure her lacking cleavage didn't show.

"I can tell," she replied in a sarcastic tone as she noticed that he was beginning to take up more horizontal space and less vertical.

"This guy acts so much like a cat," she thought to herself as she looked back at the cat hoodie, "I guess he wears the hoodie for a reason"

"So..." Leone said, taking his hand back after a while. "Who's your master?"

Just 'cause I seem like a pervert doesn't mean that I can't get some good information. he thought, the young man looking Estella lazily in the eye, glancing down a bit to look at her hands move, as they were attempting to make her decent.

[Luminesa]

Dietrich saw the gun at her hip, and because he couldn't hear much of what was happening in the boardroom, he decided to carefully follow her down the stairs. She could very well shoot him if she saw him, but he was not afraid. He wanted to truth more than anything.

As Dietrich put a foot down on the first glass step, Nadia turned around and looked up at him. She smiled. "Ah! Dietrich. What are doing up? You should be resting in preparation for your first mission. Or did you need something? A drink, something to eat... Me, perhaps?" she asked, resting her head on a hand and cocking her hip, while standing in a lower step than him.

He blushed, as she mentioned herself. "A-Ah...no, but, um..." Think, think, think! "Um...I-I couldn't sleep, so I was walking around...th-then I saw you had a gun...and I was...worried?" he answered, giving her a half-truth.

[The Flame Dawn]

She reluctantly shook his hand, assuming that if he was a westerner he would leave soon if she complied with what he asked, though she made sure her lacking cleavage didn't show.

"I can tell," she replied in a sarcastic tone as she noticed that he was beginning to take up more horizontal space and less vertical.

"This guy acts so much like a cat," she thought to herself as she looked back at the cat hoodie, "I guess he wears the hoodie for a reason"

"So..." Leone said, taking his hand back after a while. "Who's your master?"

Just 'cause I seem like a pervert doesn't mean that I can't get some good information. he thought, the young man looking Estella lazily in the eye, glancing down a bit to look at her hands move, as they were attempting to make her decent.

"My mistress is Fawzaana Din of the Assamite Clan," she replied with sudden change in tone, "she might not be a very powerful member but she is ambitious and I am proud to assist her in her rise to power."

She was truly grateful that Fawzaana had taken her in and trained her as an assassin though her skills as a housekeeper were also tested while in her services.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

As Dietrich put a foot down on the first glass step, Nadia turned around and looked up at him. She smiled. "Ah! Dietrich. What are doing up? You should be resting in preparation for your first mission. Or did you need something? A drink, something to eat... Me, perhaps?" she asked, resting her head on a hand and cocking her hip, while standing in a lower step than him.

He blushed, as she mentioned herself. "A-Ah...no, but, um..." Think, think, think! "Um...I-I couldn't sleep, so I was walking around...th-then I saw you had a gun...and I was...worried?" he answered, giving her a half-truth.

Nadia blinked, and then put a hand on her pistol. "Oh, this? I keep it around as an old habit. No need to be worried." she said, smiling. "Oh... You can't sleep? Do you want me to help you?"

She took a few, seductive steps toward Dietrich, only a step below him. The top buttons of her shirt were undone, as she was out of public, and her suit jacket was now off and over one arm, giving her a casual, yet beautiful look.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

"So..." Leone said, taking his hand back after a while. "Who's your master?"

Just 'cause I seem like a pervert doesn't mean that I can't get some good information. he thought, the young man looking Estella lazily in the eye, glancing down a bit to look at her hands move, as they were attempting to make her decent.

"My mistress is Fawzaana Din of the Assamite Clan," she replied with sudden change in tone, "she might not be a very powerful member but she is ambitious and I am proud to assist her in her rise to power."

She was truly grateful that Fawzaana had taken her in and trained her as an assassin though her skills as a housekeeper were also tested while in her services.

Leone smiled at her lazily. "Mines Severus de Lucca, the 'Shadow King of Venice'. Self proclaimed of course. He's a Ravnos..." he said, noting her change in tone.

Feels pride for her master, eh? I guess that's a good thing... If her Assamite master isn't a Sabbat bitch. he thought, the casual smile and face not revealing anything beneath them.

[Luminesa]

He blushed, as she mentioned herself. "A-Ah...no, but, um..." Think, think, think! "Um...I-I couldn't sleep, so I was walking around...th-then I saw you had a gun...and I was...worried?" he answered, giving her a half-truth.

Nadia blinked, and then put a hand on her pistol. "Oh, this? I keep it around as an old habit. No need to be worried." she said, smiling. "Oh... You can't sleep? Do you want me to help you?"

She took a few, seductive steps toward Dietrich, only a step below him. The top buttons of her shirt were undone, as she was out of public, and her suit jacket was now off and over one arm, giving her a casual, yet beautiful look.

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.

[The Flame Dawn]

"My mistress is Fawzaana Din of the Assamite Clan," she replied with sudden change in tone, "she might not be a very powerful member but she is ambitious and I am proud to assist her in her rise to power."

She was truly grateful that Fawzaana had taken her in and trained her as an assassin though her skills as a housekeeper were also tested while in her services.

Leone smiled at her lazily. "Mines Severus de Lucca, the 'Shadow King of Venice'. Self proclaimed of course. He's a Ravnos..." he said, noting her change in tone.

Feels pride for her master, eh? I guess that's a good thing... If her Assamite master isn't a Sabbat bitch. he thought, the casual smile and face not revealing anything beneath them.

"So you owe me for almost crushing me while I slept," she said as she managed to get an inch worth of blanket for herself, "what's up with the cat hoodie?"

She was genuinely confused by it, and had a strange gut feeling it would be a bad idea to ask. But she never got anywhere by playign it safe and this was certainly wasn't an exception

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Nadia blinked, and then put a hand on her pistol. "Oh, this? I keep it around as an old habit. No need to be worried." she said, smiling. "Oh... You can't sleep? Do you want me to help you?"

She took a few, seductive steps toward Dietrich, only a step below him. The top buttons of her shirt were undone, as she was out of public, and her suit jacket was now off and over one arm, giving her a casual, yet beautiful look.

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.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Leone smiled at her lazily. "Mines Severus de Lucca, the 'Shadow King of Venice'. Self proclaimed of course. He's a Ravnos..." he said, noting her change in tone.

Feels pride for her master, eh? I guess that's a good thing... If her Assamite master isn't a Sabbat bitch. he thought, the casual smile and face not revealing anything beneath them.

"So you owe me for almost crushing me while I slept," she said as she managed to get an inch worth of blanket for herself, "what's up with the cat hoodie?"

She was genuinely confused by it, and had a strange gut feeling it would be a bad idea to ask. But she never got anywhere by playign it safe and this was certainly wasn't an exception

Leone frowned, and then turned over. Somehow, he turned over so that he was laying slightly on her, his head near her chest. "Hmm... I don't know. I just... Bought it one day a few months to ago, and I haven't not worn it..." he said, tapping his chin casually, ignoring his proximity to Estella.

He thought back to the day he bought it. He had been running about a mall in Venice, the mall cops chasing him, and a pocket full of stolen cash. They only knew him by his clothes, not his face or hair, so he needed to change fast. He quickly ran into a clothes store, taking different things off of the racks and discreetly changing into them on the fly, tearing off tags and other devices to keep track of them. It was at that time that he grabbed the cat hoodie, the thing completing his teen look. Except...

He had forgotten to take off the tag.

He was about the walk out of the store when a cashier lady saw it and yelled at him to pay for it.

Thankfully, he had enough money to pay for it.

[The Flame Dawn]

"So you owe me for almost crushing me while I slept," she said as she managed to get an inch worth of blanket for herself, "what's up with the cat hoodie?"

She was genuinely confused by it, and had a strange gut feeling it would be a bad idea to ask. But she never got anywhere by playign it safe and this was certainly wasn't an exception

Leone frowned, and then turned over. Somehow, he turned over so that he was laying slightly on her, his head near her chest. "Hmm... I don't know. I just... Bought it one day a few months to ago, and I haven't not worn it..." he said, tapping his chin casually, ignoring his proximity to Estella.

He thought back to the day he bought it. He had been running about a mall in Venice, the mall cops chasing him, and a pocket full of stolen cash. They only knew him by his clothes, not his face or hair, so he needed to change fast. He quickly ran into a clothes store, taking different things off of the racks and discreetly changing into them on the fly, tearing off tags and other devices to keep track of them. It was at that time that he grabbed the cat hoodie, the thing completing his teen look. Except...

He had forgotten to take off the tag.

He was about the walk out of the store when a cashier lady saw it and yelled at him to pay for it.

Thankfully, he had enough money to pay for it.

"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.

[Free Empire of the Low Isles]

Leone frowned, and then turned over. Somehow, he turned over so that he was laying slightly on her, his head near her chest. "Hmm... I don't know. I just... Bought it one day a few months to ago, and I haven't not worn it..." he said, tapping his chin casually, ignoring his proximity to Estella.

He thought back to the day he bought it. He had been running about a mall in Venice, the mall cops chasing him, and a pocket full of stolen cash. They only knew him by his clothes, not his face or hair, so he needed to change fast. He quickly ran into a clothes store, taking different things off of the racks and discreetly changing into them on the fly, tearing off tags and other devices to keep track of them. It was at that time that he grabbed the cat hoodie, the thing completing his teen look. Except...

He had forgotten to take off the tag.

He was about the walk out of the store when a cashier lady saw it and yelled at him to pay for it.

Thankfully, he had enough money to pay for it.

"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...