Who Knows Voodoo

[Amalea]

April 11, 2017
Voodoo Basement

Mannequin: Hi there!

Mannequin gives a rather derpy wave to Amalea

Mannequin: You were the hostess of that rad party if I remember right...?

Mortll Smiles "She is rather a good hostess How are you doing Quin ?"

Amalea laughed softly, "I have to admit that the sideshow was not planned."

Mannequin smiles back warmly "That she is, even with me behaving like I'd been starving for a month..."

Mannequin giggles...."It was wild that night..."

Mortll: "Now what did you get to up at this party?”

Mannequin: The hunger is still there, but I can hold it a lot better now... mostly

Mannequin: "look! no 'happy teeth'!" Quin shows that her fangs aren't out even with Amalea nearby

Amalea: "One of the fledglings had a nasty case of blood lust that made for some...interesting... entertainment and a touch of messy clean up."

Mannequin: "Sorry about that....I should have stayed behind to help clean up...must have tracked it all over the floor..."

Mortll Eyes the young vampire and gets up to go get her a bottle of Arbor Vitae ..." What is your preferred Taste maybe a little virgin blood ?"

Azraeth made an appearance, which actually just involved popping in basically out of nowhere.

Amalea laughed softly. "You were fine. He was fine. The blood was cleaned up though I believe the humans didn't fare so well afterwards."

Mannequin: Virgin?...hmmmmm...I've never tried that to my knowledge...I tend to stick to meth addicts

Mannequin jumps as Azraeth pops up* eeep! oh hello!

Amalea: "Good evening, Az."

Azraeth: "Evening, Amalea, Mortll, Quin. It is Quin right?"

Doc heads down the stairs, into the Voodoo. It had been a several weeks since he been there, and weeks since he had seen Mortll.

Azraeth caught sight of Doc as the man entered. He hadn't seen him in ages, but he offered a nod.

Mannequin: *Quin frantically searcher her memory to see if she has met Azraeth before....as usual she draws a blank*

Mortll smiles and slides a bottle and a glass in front of Quin " Here you go fresh and pure Enjoy "

Mannequin: Yes, Quin...I'm sorry if we've met before and I'm being a bit slow...my memory is terrible...

Amalea shook her head in amusement at the fresh statement. "You might remember him from the party...he was the one chasing the crazy dude."

Mortll hadn’t seen Doc since she had sat on his lap half nude at a anti Valentine’s day party. She watched him as he came down the stairs and smiled "What’s up Doc ?"

Mannequin: Thank you Mortll... it does smell....cleaner...*sniffs the bottle*...a lot cleaner!...*Quin giggled in excitement at the clean blood*

Doc nods to Az in answer to his acknowledgement, then smirked at Mortll's comment. "Mortll."

Mannequin: oh yes!...the fellow with the blood pack I was trying not to follow! *grins*

Amalea: "That would have been him, yes," she laughed. "Evening, Doc."

Nikolae threw a net over Azraeth when he appeared behind the man. He had just won the game, though it was probable he hadn't informed anyone else one was being played. "Rome." He stated firmly with a nod.

Mannequin: *Quin tries to retain a shred of dignity and sips the virgins blood with her modesty straw*

Azraeth had a net thrown over him. Not that it shocked him all that much. It was hard to be surprised when your sire was Nikolae Dragomir. "Uh." He said, half twisting. "What about Rome? And yes, I dragged my newest sibling off when he got his hands on some blood. He's got a bit of an addiction I think."

Nikolae: "Raeth you've lost, put up your dukes." He sighed dramatically and fell into a seat haphazardly, legs kicked over the armrest and back leant up against the opposite.

Mannequin: *Quin nods sadly slurping away*

Doc: "Amalea, good to see you." He wandered over to the bar "You're looking well, how are you?" He looked at Mortll, "Bourbon please.."

Azraeth carefully pulled the net off of himself, and put it to one side, watching his sire flop into a seat. He lifted a dark brow. "I lost? What was I playing?" He asked as he drew a few steps closer to the other man.

Amalea: "Always nice to see you." She smiled, "Keeping busy between running Sanguine and getting things set for the newest venture. Yourself?"

Nikolae: "You were playing fisherman, obviously," he drawled, golden eyes damned near twinkling with amusement as he snatched a bit of lint off his own leg.

Doc: Looking at Amalea, "Actually I am stepping away from business.. I hired a business manager." He smiled at her, "How is your new venture going?"

Mortll wrinkled her nose and looked at Doc as she started to pour the drink " I don’t see why you drink this stuff Vampires are outted "

Azraeth eyed the man for a moment critically. "And how exactly does the fish win this game?" he asked, his arms folding over his chest loosely. He had a few ideas, and one of them involved a harpoon.

Amalea nodded, "On to something new or?" She tucked the strand of hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear, "It is coming along nicely. I have a couple more recipes that I want to test before I do a couple trial runs."

Mannequin: *Quin slurping her drink wanders around the area admiring the decor*..."I wonder if there's a duke box in here?" she mumbles as she tries to remember if she fed Gollum before leaving..

Nikolae: "The fish would need a razor, of course," he replied and glanced around the room critically. He'd followed his first borne here intent on winning the game.

Mortll has very good hearing "Juke box is along the back wall darlin if you want some music " She replied to Quins mumbings even though it wasn’t directed at her "Nikolae Azraeth You two look fine this eve can i get you anything to drink ?"

[Mortll]

Doc slid a look at Mortll, and purposely took the highball glass and took a drink, then blew Mortll a kiss. He then looked back at Amalea, "I am pondering politics.. though.. It can be a fickle mistress.. politics. However, I am glad to hear you endeavor is working. You are on the cutting edge of things. There will be those that may try to take advantage of you. Keep your eyes open."

Azraeth kept his gaze glued on Nikolae. "Or, and hear me out on this one." He said as he moved closer, dropping to sit near his sire, one leg crossing over the other so he could rest both palms on a knee. "The fish sets the fisherman on fire, in a tragic yet ironic twist of fate."

Mannequin: *Slightly surprised that she had been heard she turns in Mortll's direction* Thank you!.... ooohh!...very swish!...*Quin spots the Duke Box and grins*

Azraeth very nearly made a 'Make Canada Great Again' joke when Doc mentioned politics but decided it was too soon or something.

Nikolae: "That's ridiculous, Raeth. How would a fish get ahold of a match?" He scoffed, and ruffled a hand through his own dusty black locks. He flashed a warm smile at Mortll when she spoke. "Hello, beautiful. Whatever's on tap would be perfect."

Azraeth glanced to Mortll as she addressed him. "I'll have whatever you're having!" He called out. "Great territory thing the other day, by the way." Territory thing. Eloquence at its finest. "I imagine that depends on the fish in question. I don't think anyone would disagree that I'm a bit clever."

Amalea made her way over to the bar, smiling at Mortll, "Glass of wine, please. When you get a second, of course." She was a bit surprised at the declaration that he was considering politics, but it wasn't an outlandish idea. She smiled at Doc, "Always. Too many in the city to not do so, especially these days. Politics is fickle at the best of times. Certainly grateful with current affairs elsewhere that Canada is under the Queen's rule."

Mortll eyed Nikolae " I can arrange a human on tap if you want. but for social gatherings i guess a bottle of Arbor Vitae would be in order" She smiled at Amalea and headed to the bar The Blood thief was no stranger to the taste of blood but Mortll doubted that she would appreciate Arbor Vitae and grabbed a bottle of white wine as well .

Doc nodded, "Very fickle.. but I have been talking to others, and since the masq is gone.. it is time for Vampires to be recognized and given protections under the law.. " He smiled ever so slightly.

Nikolae nodded to Mortll at the offer and wriggled in the chair he was sprawled in. "Sounds perfect, doll." He replied, then squinted at Raeth suspiciously. "You're as clever as they come, Raeth."

Azraeth heard Doc talking about vampire protections, and that certainly seemed like an interesting topic. He glanced away from Nikolae for a moment. "Thank you, sire-mine. That is high praise coming from you." He said, as he considered the topic posed by Doc. "I think that's a lovely idea. What sort of protections did you have in mind?"

Mannequin: *Quin eyes the choices the Duke Box has to offer with a frown*...."Come on Dolly....where are you..."

Doc looked from Amalea to Az, "Recognition for a start.." He flicked a glance back at Amalea, "Once we are recognized legally, it would be much harder for an 'uprising' to happen. Things would have to make their way through the courts..."

Mortll sat the bottle and glass in front of Nikolae and Azraeth " I’m not a Doll and be happy I didn’t smack you with that wine bottle for calling me one " She smiled sweetly she turned to Doc and handed him a small box with a red ribbon on it ... "Here you once gave me something that made me smile I think I can return the favor ."

Amalea: "It is certainly a necessity," she nodded. It was surprising that the subject hadn't been broached sooner. While right after the Masquerade had fallen would not have been ideal, leaving it for so long was a double edged sword.

Mannequin: *Having found what she was looking for Quin starts to sway to the music oblivious as usual to the deep and no doubt highly important conversations carrying on around her*

Azraeth offered a smile to Mortll at her good natured threat, giving the woman a little wink in passing. "I agree with all of that. It's surprising no politicians have stepped up. Creates a bit of a problem though, the minority of vampires who are reckless, or uh...too violent? Yeah. Too violent. "

Doc was about to reply to Amalea, when Mortll slid a box over to him. He eyed it suspiciously. He lifted an eyebrow and looked at Mortll. "Why do I feel a sense of trepidation.. when I look at that box..?"

Mortll laughed "You know me too well not to have trepidation Go ahead and open it it doesn’t explode or bite though you could pick your nose with it I guess "

Doc then said in an aside, as he picked up the box, and eyed it hard. "Problem I see Az.. is that last time we had a discussion in this vein.. is people wanted to dictate and impose archaic rules on us.. It didn't fly. This time.. I think we just need to be recognized. Legally. Not making anyone a Prince,.. or Queen.. but we as a community need to be united." He looked at Amalea, then the box, then Mortll.. "What do you think is in it Lea?"

Nikolae chuckled after Mortll but took the drink and swallowed down a sip.

[Doc]

Amalea: "It is no different from violent humans, though. Some Paladins are just as dangerous, if not more so, than some vampires. Then again, so are most serial killers." She eyed the box and then Mortll, wondering what the woman was up to. "With protections are going to come some restrictions; the goal would be making sure they are in-line with what humans are expected to adhere to." At the question posed to her, she eyed Mortll again as she sized up the box. With a smile, she laughed softly, "Oh, I think you'll like that if it's what I believe it to be." If it was, she'd have to arrange for a secondary gift later.

Doc gave Amalea a long silent look, she suspected what it was? He turned his head slowly to eye Mortll. "Alright.. " He untied the ribbon and slowly opened the box. Then pulled it closer to have a look.

Azraeth recalled the last time order had been attempted by vampires. Or maybe it had been the time before that. He'd seen the rise and fall of two councils, and then this abortion of an idea put together by a few elders. Azraeth himself had always loved the idea of a cohesive vampire community, but everyone seemed to want to do their own thing. Kill ****. Kill each other. Bathe in blood. Sacrifice babies to ancient gods. Marry goats and other such nonsense. He'd essentially given up on the whole thing, but Doc and Lea both posed a very good point. Protections were going to be required at some point. If they were meant to survive in a post-Masquerade world. "I think your toughest job is going to be convincing people that they need each other." He said honestly, glancing briefly back to Niko.

Mannequin: *As the music ended Quin decided to try and mingle....as long as she kept her mouth shut she might even manage to come across and having a basic level of intelligence*

Mortll smile broadened "Its her Index finger and it’s not a matter of convincing them that they need each other ... It’s a matter of finding something that works for everyone ... You know better than anyone nobody can agree. So finding something they can all disagree on together might be the key not working together."

Amalea: "I think one thing most vampires can agree on is that no one wants to spend eons or eternity in the Shadow Realm." The human had never been, but just from the stories wouldn't want to spend any significant length of time there. "Something like that might be a starting point."

Doc held up a finger to Az, "Hold that thought..please" He looked at Mortll pointedly, "Her.. index finger?" He eyed the finger, then looked back at Mortll.. "Who is.. Her?"

Azraeth wagged a finger at Mortll, giving a little bit of a nod. "You might be on to something there. The only time I've ever seen people work together, it was to try and take someone down. Referencing the Broussard there, but I'm sure there are other examples." He said, before touching his finger to the side of his nose as if to say Mortll had gotten it right. And then he was holding that thought.

Mannequin: *Quin noting the index finger giggled to herself, Gollum liked them as a snack but she wondered what Doc might use it for, her mind in the gutter as usual...*

Mortll grin broadened "We had a bit of a battle the other night Voodoo Dragons did we took the Quarantine Zone ... It’s your sires Finger darlin "

Mannequin: "Go VD!...wooohooooo!" *it felt like the right thing to do*

Mannequin: *Quin looked about and noticed that no one else was cheering so slunk off looking for another bottle of blood blushing*

Doc looked at the finger, then gave Mortll a sly grin, "Baby!?" He double checked the finger "You gave me her trigger finger!" Doc caught hold of Mortll's face and pulled her in to a kiss.

Mortll wasn’t expecting the kiss and flailed a little bit

Amalea snickered softly at the display.

Doc finally let her go. "This is ******* awesome. It's going the on mantel. Next to Mom and Dad.." Doc swallowed the rest of his drink and gave Amalea and Az a satisfied smirk. "So.. politics.. " He showed the finger to Amalea, and winked. "Its a beaut.."

Mannequin: *Quin phone starts playing a rather revolting rap song*..."Hello?.....Marvalo?....is that you?....just tap for yes honey buns..."

Mannequin: *Quin walks in to quiet corner to talk on her phone*

Amalea: She nodded, "It is. Her heart is currently sitting on my office desk. It makes for a lovely conversation piece." Or at least, it should have been back on her desk by now, if Jen had finished her mold of it. "What were you hoping for, aside from recognition of vampires as an entity under the law?"

Mannequin: "...you got in alright...okay....yes I warned you about the mess....something else is the problem?....ah....did Gollum give you some trouble...right, so it's Gollum...."

Mannequin: *Quin strained to hear the taps on the other end of the phone, which seemed to be rather panicked*

Mannequin: "If you can get to the bathroom you'll find his 'kibble' under the sink....did you catch that?....hello?..."

Doc: "You have her heart? You should have Minx look at it.. she has a flair them..I will make a mental note to snap a photo of it for you.." Then he went all business, "Protection as a group first. Recognized ethnic or whatever label they want to put on it. Fine. We should not have to be held to a stricter level than humans,. there should be consequences for forced feedings. But if they are agreeable, no consequences."

Doc: "We are just like humans,.. we have jobs, we pay our taxes, we want to be without families. The only difference is .. we cannot tolerate the sun.. and our menu is limited."

[Mordechai]

Mortll gave Doc a thoughtful look " You Know all you have to do is show one of our younger ones being persecuted bullied or being the underdog play to humanity’s bleeding hearts "

Amalea: Amalea nodded, making a note to inquire who Minx was later as she wasn't good with nicknames. "Protection is certainly key. It could be the only thing that states in the way of another Holocaust." She certainly was no stranger to what he spoke of given it was very similar to her own thoughts on the matter. "The fewer vampire-specific laws and regulations, the better. Most current laws should cover most situations as is or with minor changes. One major 'issue' to be addressed, for humans, will be how are they expected to punish a vampire that violates the law?"

Doc: "That is tricky. The masquerade is broken, but we cannot allow humans to know the full extent of our powers. If that became common knowledge, then this could bite us in the ***.."

Mordechai slipped silently down the stairs, eyes roving over the gathered crowd, before migrating in the direction of his 'sister' "Heya quinn" rolled over the seldom used vocal cords.

Mannequin: *hanging up she smiled as her Big bad Broski arrived* "Howdy Brother Death, nice to see you here..."

Amalea: "It is. At the very least, it will require communication. There's a couple ways that could be explored, I think. One would be to seek protections which would allow for humans to turn vampires over to a vampire council for punishment. The other would consist of having a group of vampires that could keep a vampire in human custody mindblocked. Not sure how well either would work in practice." She pondered for a moment, "Keeping somethings hidden could also end up biting people in the *** should a group of humans, such as Paladins, spills the proverbial beans."

Mannequin: *Quin was still very nervous around her 'brother' but as with most things she tended to remain the eternal optimist when it came to dealing with dangerous creatures not eating her alive*

Doc: "But that is not exactly fair.. because we are all different. We do not all have the same abilities. There are those that can mind block, and those that can't."

Mordechai nodded once to the fledgling Noelle had found in the streets, acknowledging her words. His attention stayed on her, but he took in the words of his ...well friend would be strong, acquaintance fit better.. Doc was bring up some interesting points, and it was soon deduced that the fall of the masque was the topic du jour.

Amalea: Lea was aware of that fact, given she acquired different powers from different vampires. It certainly posed a problem when attempting to determine fairness. "It's not the fairest, no. It's a very delicate balance act between how much to disclose to humans beyond what they already think they know and ensuring that accountability is possible. Without the ability for a human law enforcement to hold a vampire violator, the protections would fall shortly after the first few vampires escaped justice."

Mannequin: *the message tone bleeped on Quins phone, quickly turning to read the message she sighed before quickly typed back*

Mordechai: Mordechai looked up, before letting his gravelly voice drift across the room, the low timbre almost vibrating the small knickknacks on the table. "Perhaps as was done before... should be done once more"

Doc looked at Lea, "You have a very unique point of view. You see both sides. I think we could use your input. You bring up points, that are viable, and quite frankly, many of us may discount. But that is the point, we cannot afford to discount even the smallest point." He looked at Mordie, and nodded, "You missed the part where I was saying we need to go for legal recognition under the law..."

Mannequin: *Quins ears pricked up as her brother spoke....she'd only heard him ever say a handful of words in the short time she had 'known' him*

Mortll: "Vampire Councils don’t work maybe a hired sheriff or group that could be hired and fired ..."

Mannequin: *daring to join the discussion she meekly threw in her 2c* "Wouldn't be stamped, filed and numbered just make it easier if 'they' decided to round us up?.....we've done it before...I mean humans have...living humans....oh dear" *blushing again Quin closed her mouth before she could stuff the other foot into it*

Doc looked at Mortll, "See.. that is what we are trying to avoid. A council. We just need a voice. We do not need to be under the thumb of a council." He looked at Quin, "And there wouldn't be a register."

Mannequin: *Quin nodded keeping quiet*

Amalea nodded at Mord, acknowledging his presence, "What was done before?" She knew of the failed councils but wasn't sure of much else in terms of vampire politics from the early days. The red-head smiled at Doc, "In some ways, I have to see both sides. Blood thieves, to humans, would likely be lumped into the same categorization with vampires should humans learn of them. The fact that we are still, indeed, human would be irrelevant. Aside from that, Blood thieves have a vested interest into the welfare of vampires just as vampires have an interest in not wiping out humans." She saw sense in his statement, but wondered how many would listen to a human, "If I can provide assistance, then I have no issues doing so. My allegiance is not exactly secret."

Mannequin: "I suppose unless you bit someone and then had to go to trial....you'd probably end up a list then...maybe even tagged....it's like that for a lot of 'normal' crimes for humans already.."

Mannequin: *Quin internally worried about her early 'misadventure' when she had just been turned.....would she be in the dock over it sometime soon?*

Doc looked at Mordi, and then Amalea, He waited to hear what Mordie had to offer. Mordie was older than him. He may have an idea or two.

[Nikolae]

Mordechai mentally cursed at the way sometimes his thoughts would not slip from his mouth, almost as if he were in some internet chatroom, that kept timing out on his connection, before once more trying to phrase his thoughts.. "None shall register either me or mine. If the problem is that human peacekeepers cannot keep the peace, perhaps once more it is time for someone to cry 'Havoc' "

Doc grinned openly at Mordie, "And let loose the dogs of war!"

Doc looked at Amalea and then Mortll.. "Sorry.. I actually know that reference.." He looked at Mortll. "Drink!"

Mannequin: *Quin was unfamiliar with what the term 'Havoc' meant, but from the sound of it was a much better option than what ever 'vampire jail' might come entail*

Mordechai nodded "Once... we policed ourselves, and there was fear, but peace. Humans had no clue to our existence. Then came those that refused to embrace their existence... and chose to cling to the false hope they could remain human, if they fed from rats" At this the massive killers lip curled. "A fallacy, and as we can see now, a costly one at that."

Mannequin: "Rat?!!...." Quin was visible shocked at the idea that someone would try to sustain themselves on rats, the rest of the statement would take some processing with her rather addled mind*

Amalea laughed softly at the reference. "Tagging needs to be avoided. That's for animals and vampires are not animals. Nor should vampires be required to registered on some government list. Both just beg for trouble." She listened to the killer; there was sense in his words and sparked her memory of the time. "And then you had those like Pratt that seemed to hate their existence and did whatever possible to make humans believe vampires were real. Or is my memory of that off?"

Mordechai smiled down at his spechul 'sister' "Yes a select few... have decided that sucking the tainted blood of the sewer dwellers is preferable to feeding properly. These need to be culled."

Mannequin: *Quin looked ill at the thought of 'rats' for food* "Man, and I thought my feeding of winos and drug addicts was a bit low...but yeesh...."

Mordechai gently touched her shoulder. "The need to feed, and the urge to feed, upon humans, does not necessitate the death, nor injury of the meal. Unlike the lower species, we do not need to kill to feed."

Amalea raised an eyebrow at the killer for his last statement.

Mannequin: *Quin smiled at Amalea and nodded*..."People just can't be trusted not to good nuts now and then and try to 'clean up the streets'...they keep doing to themselves and it never ends well..."

Mannequin: *She nodded at her brothers words, she had learnt the hard way that feeding didn't need to mean murder...some of them even seemed to enjoy it*

Doc: "Mordie, I completely agree. That’s why .. we as a people.. obey human law. We do not assault.. we only take what is freely given.." He paused, "But the benefit of having protection under human law... makes it harder for an uprising to happen. Things would have to go through the court system. No vigilante justice.. IF we are recognized legally."

Mordechai let his eyes rest for a moment on the titian haired human amongst obsidian orbs boring into hers for a moment before he winked, "Present company excepted" Turning to face the speaker "Freely given, or taken, neither matters, as long as death is not involved

Doc: "Agreed.. " Doc smirked, "Except.. what we want Humans .. to believe..." He gave Mordie a look, "Follow me?"

Mannequin: "But legal recognition comes with its rules....would we be expected to be treated any differently to ordinary humans?....how long before we'd be expected to have at least a social security number?..."

Mannequin: "A few generations down the line when these conversation as mostly forgotten, will the fledgling even know what the freedom we have was like?"

Mortll grimaced and sat the bourbon down in front of Doc " Still if we want them to not fear us ... We have to show vulnerability The bleeding heart liberals will flock to us if we seem to be persecuted "

Mortll: "We already have them most of us Quinn even if they are fake "

Doc gave Mannequin a look.. "Precisely why I am stepping away from public life.. " He smiled at her like he would smile at a simpleton. "Let them try to find me."

Amalea had figured he had been speaking generally, but it was always fun to tease lightly. A nod was given to the killer as she followed the debate. "Most already have documentation and pay taxes, etc. Which will work favorably when protection is sought. If done correctly, there really is no freedom lost." She smiled at Mortll, "What would up suggest in terms of making vampires look like the bullied underdog?"

Mannequin: *Quin giggled at that...fake ID opened so many doors*

Doc gratefully took the drink, "In the right dosage.. yes.. the persecuted, can be a very valuable card to play. But the right one to play that card? Not so easy to pick.. But even that opens the door to being twisted."

Mortll: "Rodney King "

Doc: "Yes.. innocent truck driver.. took a massive beat down.. " Doc looked at Mortll, "Opening the door to our regenerative powers.. *** biting."

Mannequin: "Swaying the young might be easier, plenty of those kids seem to think fangs are cool, even sexy....I'd flood the streets with soft core fang bang magazines with a 'tormented soul' angle...hmmmmmm"

Mannequin: *Quin wondered who Rodney King was but thought better than to ask*

[Mannequin]

Mordechai smiled though it did not reach his eyes, "As a human, I worked for that government, the one that promises us rights... As a human, I was paid to violate those rights, permanently. As a human, I lived in the shadows, none even knew my name, when I was bequeathed this evolution. Nothing has changed, no one truly knows me, nor what I do to protect them. None know my name, I live in the shadows now, as I did then, as I will continue to do."

Amalea: "Not to mention, we're talking a beat down by police... which is a touchy subject right now the world over. One of the difficulties will be the depiction of vampires in modern culture. Twilight and their sparkling vampires. Anita Blake, Queen of the Damned, etc."

Doc: "We have to appear sympathetic, and likable." He grimaced.. "That is not me.." he looked at Mordie, "Or him.. " he looked at Mortll, "Or her.. " And then Mannequin, "Or the freak.."

Mannequin: "Useful though" Quin said to Amalea "Is might grate on the nerves but wanting to be screwed and bitten by a vampire is better than them thinking we all wear capes and ravish virgins....well....some do but...."

Mannequin: *Quin raised an eyebrow at Doc* "You know it baby..."

Mannequin: *Grinning she wiggled the end of her tongue at him in a suggestive manner*

Doc: Doc gave Mortll a look, Mortll should know the look. It was the look Doc used on her when he skinned the burglar, "Can..I? Please?"

Amalea nodded at the valid point raised by Mannequin, "Unfortunately, though, each of those movies or books depict vampires with some pretty extraordinary powers. Enhanced healing, lightning speed, and the like which are things that humans are better off not really knowing about." She thought for a moment, "There's very few that could pull off a persecuted vampire look."

Doc shot Lea a grateful, finally someone gets it look.

Mannequin: "Louis did a fine job....rats and all" *She giggled*

Mannequin: "Woe is me! my life is a misery!....now show me your neck...."

Mannequin: "Bless Hollywood for easy pickings..."

Doc: Doc drew a long-suffering breath. ******* fledges and supposed humor. Could they never be ******* serious?

Amalea smiled at Doc before she wrinkled her nose at Quin's statement, "That was disgusting. I much preferred Queen of the Damned." The red-head sighed, "And forget about humans ever finding out some vampires can enthrall humans. That'd be the end of any protections almost on the spot."

Doc sent a telepathic thought to Amalea.

Mannequin: "Only a matter of time then....."

Amalea: "It's been five years since the elders emerged from the fade and that ability remains hidden. Most of the danger of its discovery is from the enhanced humans, honestly, who are aware of the possibility." She glanced at Doc for a second as she replied to him; telepathy was certainly one of her favorite powers.

Doc slid a look from Lea to Mordie, then back to Lea. Saying nothing aloud.

Doc look horrified. Truly .. to the soul horrified.

Mannequin: *Quin noticed Doc's expression and wondered what she had missed, she looked around the room for any signs of trouble slightly puzzled*

Amalea caught the look on Doc's face. It'd been priceless if she wasn't aware of its potential source. "So Quin, how would you deal with the human 'issue'?"

Doc smiled, ever so politely. "I am going to take my leave now." He stood and bowed ever so slightly to Lea and Mortll, as a gentleman would.

Amalea smiled with a soft incline of her head, "Good Night, Doc. No need to be a stranger."

Mannequin: "If we can't just 'return to the shadows' then get the blood thieves on side, turn as many kids onto it as possible while there young....hook them while there young."

Amalea: "Turn too many, though, and you've exhausted the food supply."

Mannequin: *Quin watched Doc leave wondering what had disturbed him so much....if she'd had much sense she'd have understood the situation*

Doc pinched the bridge of his nose as he heard the freaks comment. 'Yea.. way to ruin us all freak. Stupid is as stupid does.' he thought as he left.

Mannequin: "Not turn, just a taste....wait a second....we can't eat blood thieves?!!...."

Mannequin: *Quin hadn't tried to feed off a blood thief so far, it was something she might have to try...*

Mordechai patted Quinn's shoulder, "I believe they are looking to begin with less intrusive measures"

Mannequin: *Quin looked vacant yet perplexed all at once...tonight had been an eye opening...*

Amalea: "Blood thieves can be fed from but not all are willing to allow it. But if you turn all but them, you lose the powers of a Sorcerer and the benefits of the rare Paladin that doesn't hate the undead. Turning the other humans, means feeding from the same humans over and over which won't sustain an entire colony of vampires. You'd also be relying on the Blood Thieves to reproduce and produce more of a food supply, which isn't going to sit well with all of them. It's essentially a form of slavery."

Mannequin: "So bad plan....dang it I thought I'd solved it then!"...*Quin sighed, it was a hard life with the same IQ as your average road kill sometimes*

Mordechai queried "Is not all life, as they know it.. a form of slavery? How many work, because they want to, not need to... very few. The others, they are all slaves to something. Humans know no other way"

Mannequin: "I supposed the 'day breakers' idea is out then?" *Quin gave a lope sided grin at that, even she knew keeping humans in a blood factory wouldn’t sit well with many people*

Mannequin: "Everyone is a slave to someone in life, at least in as a vampire I don't have to clock in to a day job to keep myself fed..."

Mannequin: "True off the grid living is possible when you can sleep under a few feet of earth.."

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Mannequin: "Just the ever present 'feeding' issue gets in the way"

Amalea stared at the pair with a sigh, "Do I even want to ask about the day breakers idea? Could the population of vampires in Harper's Rock honestly wipe out the entire human population of the world? It's the only way that having only vampires and blood thieves remaining would even be viable without the threat of another Holocaust from the general population?"

Mordechai nodded, it is as easy to wash their money of when it was obtained, a fortune can be amassed without a paper trail, none know all that I possess"

Mannequin: "Oh, it was a not totally awful movie...lots of people were turned, pure humans keep in blood factories...."

Mannequin: *Quin smiled at her brother* What good is money when you can take what you want eh?

Mordechai project an image into Amalea's mind, "Yes, little one, even one, can stand alone"

Mannequin: "I wonder how many humans you need to run a farm....then there's resources...health care....arg!...so much management.."

Mannequin: "A mass vampire cull might be in order....so I might just hide up a mountain after all.."

Mannequin: "Live wild like the old times....I assume that's what it was like.... few vampires, many humans.."

Mortll: "There is a difference between us and Daybreakers ... With time and learning we can be self sustainable long as the rift is open "

Mannequin: "True, it wouldn't need to be such a 'dead end'....they didn't plan very well..."

Mannequin: "Very short sighted for beings that live forever... hunting the last humans, stock getting old...poor planning"

Amalea: "So like in one of the Blade movies. Yeah, that likely would not go too well." The little one comment struck a nerve with the red-head and she did her best not to growl, "One against a world of humans would not without multiple trips to the fade, though."

Mortll: "Who’s to say there are not other rifts out there we need to really find out if there is I personally would love to find out what that ******** Cobb did to break it open "

Amalea: "How would you find out about other rifts aside from someone dying in a different area and being able to come back?"

Mortll: "Don’t you know ? You have to know the answer to that question think about it... Paranormal activity ... then the reanimation of the dead but finding areas where there is high paranormal activity spirits. I think Rituals may be the key to opening the rift but finding what Cobb did may be lost to us forever "

Mannequin: *Quin considered for a moment, the few cogs in her head sparking and spinning*

Mannequin: "So....a mass grave might work?..."

Mannequin: "Somewhere where a lot of death went on...."

Mortll: "No just need the ability to see and talk to spirits many of us have that "

Mannequin: "Cool!....I don't see dead folk...well, not out of body..."

Mannequin: QZ must have a funky history then...

Amalea wondered how she had forgotten that. She paired up early on with a group of vampires to find out the origins of a wayward zombie that had appeared outside the QZ. "Think any of the wraiths would have more information? If not the guides, but some that still reside in the fade?"

Mannequin: hmmmm, so an area in the fade with lots of spirits might be a starting point....I'll probably end up there sooner or later..might as well look around a bit

Mannequin: "do the spirits in the fade want to..er...come back?....maybe they gave Cobb a push...

Mannequin: "all that pressure on a small area....cracked it like a egg shell"

Mortll: "Dont go there unless you are prepared for it ... and Cobb who knows why he didnt come back but i think it was good riddance ******** put a bullet in my head my first night as a vampire for simply existing "

Mannequin: *Quins jaw hung open at the information she'd just received* "Sounds like a he got what was coming..."

Mannequin: "Though I think Doc might be happy to do the same to me.." *she chuckled, she was used to having that effect on people*

Mordechai listened a while longer before nodding to each in turn, "I return to the hunt, may we meet again"

Amalea: "Good hunting, Mord."

Mannequin: *Quin smiled and gave a goofy wave to Brother Death* "Good hunting Broski"

Mannequin: "The fade sounds...gloomy....the only thing I'd really worry about if I ended up there would be making sure Gollum was fed..."

Mannequin: "That pup eats like it's going out of fashion..."

Amalea: "Cobb betrayed his own, so it is best he remains lost to the fade lest he will just keep revisiting it should he come back. Is it known what powers he had?"

Mannequin: "I wonder if he could control wraiths..."

Mannequin: *Quin was still working on her half baked Wraith-rupture idea even though it was about as likely as snow falling in Texas*

Mannequin: *her phone gave another message bleep much to her annoyance, reading it she sighed deeply*

Mannequin: "Sorry folks, I have to go...Gollum is trying to eat my current bae..... I should have kept him on dry food..."

Amalea: "Whoops. Good luck sorting that one out."

Mannequin: *Quin grinned* "yeah....first day I let the guy come round and the pup tries to chew his legs off...."

Mannequin: *She gave a quick hug to Mortll and Amalea carefully not to make it too tight*

Amalea: "Remind me not to visit anytime soon," she smiled.

Mortll: "Gollum? Should i even ask ?"

Mannequin: *Quin giggled again* "I'll just make sure he's fed...Gollum's my little pittbull pup, sweets as honey but a bit of a nibbler" *pocketing her phone*

Mannequin: *The phone beeped again* "Better run....see you in the funny pages!" *with a pop Quin vanished...celerity in this case was needed for sure*

Amalea shook her head in amusement as she gathered the empty glasses from the tables and returned them to the bar. Having been a bartender for a while, it was still a habit of hers.