((Dragomir Temple conference room ))
Mortll looked at the crystal clear liquid in the bottle . It reflected in the artificial light as she placed it in the cooler and poured the ice over the others she had placed in it . It had been ages since she had water she wouldn't have bothered now but since the new dynamics of Voodoo Dragons and Dragomir it had become necessary to be considerate of human needs once more. She had Arbor Vitae as well for the more vampiric members of the group.
This was going to be the first official Meeting of Voodoo Dragons. She was quite proud of the accomplishments they had made in the short few months since they had really formed. It was now time to take stock . It would also be the first official meeting since The Otters and the Protégé members had become part of her Rage and she wanted to see the new group dynamics in action .
All in a Rage ( Voodoo Dragons )
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Mortll
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All in a Rage ( Voodoo Dragons )
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Azraeth
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Re: All in a Rage ( Voodoo Dragons )
So that hadn't gone to plan at all.
Azraeth was meant to meet with one of his contacts to look into a potentially mystical object being warehoused in a private facility near the Harper Rock docks. Of course, Az hadn't planned to go in himself. He was going to pay someone to do the dirty work and then drop the piece off to him. Only when he'd shown up at the exchange, the guy whose pockets he was meant to pad had been acting really shady. As it turned out, during the extraction of the goods, the guy had shattered the object. Originally, it had been some sort of looking glass. And before Az was willing to hand over the cash, he'd wanted to see it. It had been in pieces, with shards and dust dragged away by the cold winter winds.
So naturally Az wasn't willing to pay for it, and that should have been the end of the whole thing. But the guy pulled a gun on him, and tried to take the cash.
Fast forward about two hours, several gunshots, a lot of blood, and hilarious moment when Az had a knife sticking out of his chest for about ten minutes. Azraeth was in the bath, the steam rising. His hair was wet and clung to his face. The water was blood and grime. His phone, which perched on the edge of the tub made a sound and Az quickly read over a message. It seemed that the Voodoo Dragons were having a meeting at the Temple. He lifted himself up and out of the water, unplugging the tub so the water could spiral out.
No more than ten minutes later, he was dressed and his hair was mostly dry.
He knew the way to the Temple by heart. He found his way there almost nightly, for a myriad of reasons, be they business, family, or just to pay respects. The Temple had been the first place he really called home after having been turned. It was not just a superb location open to the touring public; it was also this place that held emotional and symbolic significance to him. It was the place where all dragons could find sanctuary, a place of peace.
Which was pretty nifty when you were a vampire used to a world of chaos.
He made his way inside and then down the stairs to the conference area beneath the cathedral itself. "Hey, Mortll!" He said by way of greeting, only to drop into one of the seats a second later. There had been several new members brought into the group recently, and he was excited to get to meet them. Plus there were some older faces he didn't get to talk to nearly enough for his liking.
Azraeth was meant to meet with one of his contacts to look into a potentially mystical object being warehoused in a private facility near the Harper Rock docks. Of course, Az hadn't planned to go in himself. He was going to pay someone to do the dirty work and then drop the piece off to him. Only when he'd shown up at the exchange, the guy whose pockets he was meant to pad had been acting really shady. As it turned out, during the extraction of the goods, the guy had shattered the object. Originally, it had been some sort of looking glass. And before Az was willing to hand over the cash, he'd wanted to see it. It had been in pieces, with shards and dust dragged away by the cold winter winds.
So naturally Az wasn't willing to pay for it, and that should have been the end of the whole thing. But the guy pulled a gun on him, and tried to take the cash.
Fast forward about two hours, several gunshots, a lot of blood, and hilarious moment when Az had a knife sticking out of his chest for about ten minutes. Azraeth was in the bath, the steam rising. His hair was wet and clung to his face. The water was blood and grime. His phone, which perched on the edge of the tub made a sound and Az quickly read over a message. It seemed that the Voodoo Dragons were having a meeting at the Temple. He lifted himself up and out of the water, unplugging the tub so the water could spiral out.
No more than ten minutes later, he was dressed and his hair was mostly dry.
He knew the way to the Temple by heart. He found his way there almost nightly, for a myriad of reasons, be they business, family, or just to pay respects. The Temple had been the first place he really called home after having been turned. It was not just a superb location open to the touring public; it was also this place that held emotional and symbolic significance to him. It was the place where all dragons could find sanctuary, a place of peace.
Which was pretty nifty when you were a vampire used to a world of chaos.
He made his way inside and then down the stairs to the conference area beneath the cathedral itself. "Hey, Mortll!" He said by way of greeting, only to drop into one of the seats a second later. There had been several new members brought into the group recently, and he was excited to get to meet them. Plus there were some older faces he didn't get to talk to nearly enough for his liking.
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Prudence
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Re: All in a Rage ( Voodoo Dragons )
What the **** was she supposed to wear to a meeting? What kind of meeting was this? Why did they have to meet? ******* politics. That's what it was. Politics. The word made a sour taste in her mouth, just thinking about it. If it was lame, she was going to find a way to get out of the meeting. Homework. Right. She could profess to homework. Everyone pretty much knew she had been in school at some point after becoming a vampire, but Prudence wasn't a very 'good' student. After she did a semester, she typically took one off. Why the **** not? She had forever to learn ****.
Prudence decided she was -not- wearing a dress or a skirt. Not to talk, or listen to politics. No siree. She grabbed a pair of jeans in a stone-wash color, a multi colored v-neck long sleeved shirt, a fur blazer and slipped into a pair of brown boots. "Going out, babe. Some meeting. Be back soon, sooner if it's lame and boring." Prudence said with a cackle as she pressed a backing to the last earring she put in her ear, before stopping to give Nathaniel a kiss at the front door. "Ya better be home when I get back." She warned him before bouncing away from what would probably be distracting hands over her, making her late, or never to arrive. Once she was outside, it didn't take her long to appear in front of the Dragomir temple. Not at the speed she could run.
"Yo!" Prudence said with a nod of her head when her eyes fell on Mortll, then Azraeth, who was somehow related to Mortll. At least she thought so. Basically, it seemed like everyone was related to someone in the group-the only exception being--her. Awkward? For some people. Not for her. Most the people she was related to, the redhead couldn't ******* stand or didn't deal with anymore. From the top of the Worthington Chain, to one of her very own 'mini's.' The redhead took a seat on a pew, crossing one leg over the other, so that a heel came to rest on the top of a pew, the other on that one, as she slid down into the pew, getting comfy.
wearingPrudence decided she was -not- wearing a dress or a skirt. Not to talk, or listen to politics. No siree. She grabbed a pair of jeans in a stone-wash color, a multi colored v-neck long sleeved shirt, a fur blazer and slipped into a pair of brown boots. "Going out, babe. Some meeting. Be back soon, sooner if it's lame and boring." Prudence said with a cackle as she pressed a backing to the last earring she put in her ear, before stopping to give Nathaniel a kiss at the front door. "Ya better be home when I get back." She warned him before bouncing away from what would probably be distracting hands over her, making her late, or never to arrive. Once she was outside, it didn't take her long to appear in front of the Dragomir temple. Not at the speed she could run.
"Yo!" Prudence said with a nod of her head when her eyes fell on Mortll, then Azraeth, who was somehow related to Mortll. At least she thought so. Basically, it seemed like everyone was related to someone in the group-the only exception being--her. Awkward? For some people. Not for her. Most the people she was related to, the redhead couldn't ******* stand or didn't deal with anymore. From the top of the Worthington Chain, to one of her very own 'mini's.' The redhead took a seat on a pew, crossing one leg over the other, so that a heel came to rest on the top of a pew, the other on that one, as she slid down into the pew, getting comfy.
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Re: All in a Rage ( Voodoo Dragons )
Long dull black leather coats are fabulous for walking around at night in a city that always seems to have more than it's fair share of people walking around in darkened streets trying to not draw attention to themselves. Such coats also fabulous for presenting a dashing figure, zipping along darkened streets on a somewhat well tuned motorcycle, coat flapping in the wind, unless of course you weren't exactly trying to draw attention to yourself. We'll come back to this thought later.
Not quite knowing exactly what to expect, Llangort parked across the street and looked over at the cathedral. Quite the 'neogothic architectural delight' according to the tourist map he made good use of when first arriving in the city, and yet, this was his first visit. A fact made a little more ironic due to it's at least symbolic importance to his inherited bloodline. A few people had made their way into the building as he watched, not clear if there for the meeting or just visiting, so he made his way in, through the front door of a cathedral. No idea why the brief moment of uneasiness, he had used the front door to a building before.
Llangort easily found the stairs, mentally thanking the well thought out directions he'd been given, and started on his way to the conference area, hoping he'd have at least some choice of where to sit. He wasn't exactly likely to be the 'youngest' at the meeting, but it often pays to show at least some knowledge of place, and show some form of respect. That much he had learned, somewhere, somewhen.
Entering the conference room, he spotted two whose faces he thought he should recognise, nodding 'formally' to each, then a hint of a smile and a longer deeper nod somewhat reminiscent of a bow to Mortll, before coming to terms with the whole where to sit issue.
Llangort knew that long leather coats are not so good for some things, like sitting down on a sensible chair, without being and looking uncomfortable. That being said, take any number of a range of at least somewhat sensible chairs, turn it around to sit on it 'front to back' and voila, long black leather coat no longer an impediment. Putting this knowledge into practice he spins a suitable chair round as he moves back a little from centre of the meeting area, closer to Mortll than the other two, and sits with a practised, but not extravagant, coat swirl.
Almost as an afterthought, he removes his black knitted cap, a curl of black hair falling either side of his face as he shoves it into a coat pocket. He looks back round the room, before resting his chin on his arms, crossed on the back of the chair.
Not quite knowing exactly what to expect, Llangort parked across the street and looked over at the cathedral. Quite the 'neogothic architectural delight' according to the tourist map he made good use of when first arriving in the city, and yet, this was his first visit. A fact made a little more ironic due to it's at least symbolic importance to his inherited bloodline. A few people had made their way into the building as he watched, not clear if there for the meeting or just visiting, so he made his way in, through the front door of a cathedral. No idea why the brief moment of uneasiness, he had used the front door to a building before.
Llangort easily found the stairs, mentally thanking the well thought out directions he'd been given, and started on his way to the conference area, hoping he'd have at least some choice of where to sit. He wasn't exactly likely to be the 'youngest' at the meeting, but it often pays to show at least some knowledge of place, and show some form of respect. That much he had learned, somewhere, somewhen.
Entering the conference room, he spotted two whose faces he thought he should recognise, nodding 'formally' to each, then a hint of a smile and a longer deeper nod somewhat reminiscent of a bow to Mortll, before coming to terms with the whole where to sit issue.
Llangort knew that long leather coats are not so good for some things, like sitting down on a sensible chair, without being and looking uncomfortable. That being said, take any number of a range of at least somewhat sensible chairs, turn it around to sit on it 'front to back' and voila, long black leather coat no longer an impediment. Putting this knowledge into practice he spins a suitable chair round as he moves back a little from centre of the meeting area, closer to Mortll than the other two, and sits with a practised, but not extravagant, coat swirl.
Almost as an afterthought, he removes his black knitted cap, a curl of black hair falling either side of his face as he shoves it into a coat pocket. He looks back round the room, before resting his chin on his arms, crossed on the back of the chair.
