Address Book

[Storyteller]

Adley Reed
High Noon Salon. Adley glanced up at the sign before stepping inside; it was not a place he'd visited yet (or had he? He couldn't recall). He scrutinized the surroundings, meandering while he looked for a man whom he did not know. Would he recognise him? Probably not. This was a fly-by-your-seat meeting, random, something Adley had set up on a whim. Mostly because he was curious. His camera fit snug against the backside of his hip; he never went anywhere without it. He pulled his phone and texted the guy he'd organised to meet. Im here. Where r u?

Grayson Wyatt
The Worthingtons were an entity relatively unknown to Gray. He had only been a vampire for a short time, so his frame of reference for bloodlines in general was pretty narrow. Thus, when he’d spied Adley setting up a meeting with someone who had newly returned, the blond had been more than a little intrigued. He’d taken a look at the CrowNet forum at one point or another and noticed that it was dead dead dead. So after hastily pulling on some clothes, he’d decided it would be best to tag along for the little get together. Which meant that as soon as he slipped through the entrance of the High Noon Saloon, he ended up leaning into Adley’s back, careful to avoid putting much pressure on the camera.

PsychoCliff
glanced at his phone as it buzzed. He ignored it for a moment as he tapped on the fish tank, a cheesy grin on his face. He needed to go fishing again to get more fish to add. Cliff picked up the phone from the desk in the back office and furrowed his brows. He didn't recognize the number. He replied though. "Apparently where you're not." Cliff slid the biker vest on and walked out from the back office, heading straight for the mechanical bull.

Adley Reed
The pressure at his back lured an arched brow, but Adley was not surprised so see that he'd been tailed by his newest childe. "You'd make an excellent private detective," he said, hip-checking Grayson as his phone buzzed in his hand. He frowned down at the message and quickly typed a reply. Adley Reed. Worthington? I'm at High Noon... he said. "He's playing hard to get..." Adley mumbled to Gray, glancing up at the crowd.

Grayson Wyatt
had an excellent vantage by which to see the phone, though he was otherwise occupied. "Hrmm?" Which probably disproved any natural ability Gray had for detective-work as deftly as if he'd just disagreed outright. He briefly pressed his chin onto a shoulder. The Saloon itself had a rustic look. Not normally his scene, but he was living for the possibilities. Why hadn't he worn a cowboy hat today? "The best ones do." He said, looking up to try and imagine who it might be, they were looking for.

PsychoCliff
Cliff stood next to the barrier, his eyes watching the person on the bull. His phone, which stayed in his hand vibrated. He glanced down at it, and arched a brow at the last name the person gave. He glanced around trying to spot the person, but he had no clue what he looked like. Hell it was the first time hearing of this person. Cliff quickly typed out a reply. "Over by the bull. Look for the tall guy who looks like he'll punch your face in. That'll be me."

Adley Reed
Adley snorted and angled the phone toward Grayson. "Such a good idea, this. The guy was off 'finding himself' for four years so he's been at this far longer than I have. Ready to make a run for it if he tries to put a fist through my face?" he asked, idle feet wandering over to mechanical bull. Sure enough, there was a tall, bulky looking guy with a phone in his hand. "...Cliff...?" The alias by which the guy went on Crownet.

Grayson Wyatt
He peered at the phone for a moment, and then Adley was moving, so naturally Gray slipped along after him. Gray was a bit like a feline, in that he seemed to be immediately comfortable no matter where he was, and he gave a languid stretch, and arch of his back as they moved so he could pop his spine. He wore mostly black, the narrow legs of his jeans torn in a few places to reveal the pale flesh underneath. "Punch Happy. Check. You've got to be on some kind of roids." He concluded when they finally got to Cliff, his head cocking to one side to take the full effect in.

PsychoCliff
Cliff's eyes were on the crowd, watching and waiting. Finally two males approached him, and Cliff instantly went on guard. He knew there was one person, but wasn't aware of the tag along. "Yes, I'm Cliff." He answered the first, then stared at the second. He stared at the second for a moment. "I'm a killer. I never stop growing, that I know of." His eyes traveled back and forth between the two males. "Which one of you is Adley?"

Adley Reed
Again, that arch of a brow. Adley, the sire -- who really knew **** all about anything. Nothing about Killers, anyway, nor the fact that they continued to grow. Like teenagers in a perpetual growth spurt. "I'm Adley," he said. "Grayson is my personal stalker. I didn't know he was coming," Adley grinned with a sharp nudge to Gray's ribs with his elbow. "Sorry for the ah... random. I haven't met many... any? From the extended bloodline, and I was curious after your post on the internet..."

Grayson Wyatt
Stalker was such a strong word. Accurate though. Gray was the sort of person who traded most in social currency (well and actual currency, because yay money), and that meant it was the height of compliment to him to have people around him. In a way, that's exactly what he was doing with Adley. "You're a killer alright." he said, not really knowing the context, and assuming perhaps errantly that Cliff was calling himself a lady killer (or something like that). "Nice to meetcha, what's the strongest drink you have here?"

PsychoCliff
nodded his head at Adley then glanced at Grayson. "As I said, I'm a Killer, I don't drink, unless it's blood. Pru handled the drinks here at the bar. I heard people say the Six Shooter can be rough" He turned his attention back to Adley. "It's fine. Who is your sire? Cliff was already visibly relaxing.

Adley Reed
"Killer, Gray. Like... we figured out you're an Allurist. I'm a Necro. This guy is a Killer," he said. He glanced over at the bar. While Grayson could drink, Adley was a lot like Cliff. He could not. "Abelle sired me. She kinda dropped off the radar immediately afterwards," he said with a shrug. He'd been angry for a while, but Adley wasn't one to hold a grudge. "Should we ah... sit somewhere?"

Grayson Wyatt
Oh. OHHHH. Killer was a thing. Gray was still learning about being a vampire. Quite possibly one of the strangest things he'd been taught by Adley was that there were different kinds, and each variety had its own set of benefits and draw backs. The benefit of being an Allurist was apparently alcoholism. "Six Shooter can wait." He decided, because drinking alone was a bore. "Might make chatting easier." He tacked on to Adley's statement, though he was already glancing around for an open spot. He totally wanted to try the bull riding at some point. As far as sires went, Gray had been pretty lucky in that department. Adley was very present in his life. It hadn't even occurred to him that the Necromancer was missing out on the same experience. Note to self: Ask about Abelle later.

PsychoCliff
Frowned as he heard about Abelle. "I knew your sire. She was pretty cool the few times I met her, though it wasn't often." He glanced around, then nodded his head towards left side of the bar where more private booths were. "Let's head over there. " Cliff glanced between the two. So he had a Allurist, and a Necromancer here. He could help with the Allurist, most of his immediate line were allurists, the necromancer though, he didn't know too much. Cliff begun walking towards the private booths, swaying between people, trying not to knock them over.

Adley Reed
Adley shrugged at Grayson and followed after Cliff. There was no real reason why Adley had come, beyond curiosity. Not being the sort to outwardly ask for help -- and not needing anything spectacularly urgent at this point in time -- it didn't occur to him to ask for it. The last time it had been urgent, and he had sought someone to ask, he'd been basically rejected. It hardly encouraged him to do it again. "Yeah. I knew her for a while before she turned me. Worked for the paper..." he said, failing to mention the whole blood thief, blood exchange, sex thing. He slid into the booth they eventually reached. "I guess it's just good to have a few names in the address book, if anything ever came up," he said.

Grayson Wyatt
Gray was happy to follow along behind Cliff, because the man was basically a human bulldozer. Or rather, people just kinda shuffled out of the way when he got near to avoid being shoved around, which opened up more than enough room for the lean model to weave his way through the crowd. Being around so many people just felt right, and he found himself listening to snippets of conversation along the way. "Also good to get back in touch with the roots. I don't know much at all about what being a Worthington means. I get the impression you've been around a while. Or were? Maybe you could shed some light on that." He offered to the Killer as he slumped into a booth.

PsychoCliff
Glanced between the two males once they joined him at the booth. Not too many people were back here. Most were either at the bar, dancing, or testing the mechanical bull. First he addresses Adley "I agree, it's always good to have a few names in the address book. I have a long list in mine." He then turned to Grayson and answered him "It is, and Yes, I was turned over seven years ago. My sire, and his sire both are elders, turned hundreds of years ago. Pity I didn't learn much from them. "

PsychoCliff
"Being a Worthington though, means little these days. Years ago, we were one of the biggest bloodlines. Not much we couldn't accomplish, but Chad sired quite a few with major egos, and eventually, we splintered and fought ourselves. It sucked." He was upset about it. He tried to stop it, but he was helpless.

Adley Reed
Adley had never met any elders, and to the Necromancer they may as well have been myths. Stories told that he wasn't quite sure he believed. But here was a vampire who'd been in this game twice as long as Adley had -- longer? -- saying he'd been turned by one. He opened his mouth to ask the questions that hadn't yet fully formed, only to close it again. "The only other Worthington I know of is Zodiac," Adley said. "And that's... I mean, disappointing, right? That you didn't learn anything from the elders. I figured they were just myths. Or mysterious and purposefully hidden, or something," he said.

Grayson Wyatt
Gray had always assumed there were some kind of...elders. Vampires and origin stories, and all that. He leaned a little closer to Adley, though it was mostly just so that their shoulders and arms could touch. It sounded to the Allurist like there was a lot of disappointment all around. "What were they like?" he asked. Because who wouldn't have been curious about that? Ancient beings. Maybe with all sorts of powers. Maybe their being a mystery was a good thing though. One of those 'don't meet your heroes' situations. "Maybe we're just destined to learn from each other and our own mistakes."

PsychoCliff
"I know Zodiac as well. She was dating my sibling Temperance at one point, not sure now since Temeperance has disappeared as well. I've never had a problem with her, or If I did, I don't remember why I did." He looked between the two. "I didn't learn anything from my Sire or Grandsire, because my Sire was a piece of ****, and if he ever shows his face again, I'll kill him, until he gets the point to not return again as for Chad, by the time I gathered my senses and accepted what I was, he wasn't around much."

Adley Reed
"Disappearing seems to be something a lot of people do," Adley said. He turned to Grayson and gave the guy a long look -- not for any other reason but that Adley himself was trying to figure out if he should say what he wanted to say next. Whether he should reveal so much about himself. They didn't know anything about this guy, this hulking killer--whom Adley didn't doubt COULD kill his own sire, should he wish to. "Zodiac didn't prove to be much help," Adley said, slowly. Then: "What are your thoughts on Necuratism?"

Grayson Wyatt
Of course Gray caught that look. He wanted to reach a hand over to slip over Adley's, give it a squeeze. But he didn't want to subvert the image of his sire's strength. He could tell the Necromancer was testing Cliff in a way. Seeing how much he could be trusted. How far that trust would go. "I think a lot of vampires are very wrapped up in themselves." It wasn't really a negative or a positive comment. Just an observation he'd made reading things on CrowNet. He bit his tongue then literally, though gently, returning that look before his gaze shifted to Cliff, to see how he would respond to the question.

PsychoCliff
Studied Adley, then Grayson. "Necuratism? I've hunted a few Necurats once a long time ago, mainly because they fed on me without permission. I don't like things feeding one without permission. I don't feed on humans unless I have permission." He relaxed back, a grin upon his lips. "Why? One of you a Necurat?"

Adley Reed
"No. Asking for a friend," Adley said with a gleaming grin. It was lie, clearly, but having been hunted before by those who didn't like necurats he wasn't about to let on. But then, no one had informed him that necuratism was generally considered a bad thing, nor that he would be punished for it. He'd always healed those he fed from afterwards, so what was their issue? These days, it was why he stuck to those he knew and trusted. Those who rightly enjoyed the experience -- as everyone should have. "Mainly, you say? So there were other reasons why you hunted them?"

Grayson Wyatt
Gray had been about to say that he was a a Necurat. He didn't mind taking a fist full of knuckles (no matter how big that fist was) to the face, if it meant Adley avoiding getting 'hunted'. Whatever that meant. But he was beat to the punch (literally and figuratively) by Adley saying he was asking for a friend. Personally, Gray really enjoyed the whole feeding thing, but that wasn't really the sort of thing he was going to talk about with a guy that screamed 'hey, I'm hetero as ****'. Boundaries and all that. "For that matter, what else do you believe in hunting people over?" Obtaining consent seemed like a fair trade off for blood. Usually the humans Gray fed from were literally begging for it but... bragging and all.

PsychoCliff
Nodded his head as he listened to them, thinking back. "Well, as for reasons to hunt the Necurats. If they belonged to a hostile line, that was a good reason. I was in it just to be in it. Back then, I was a soldier, I attacked who I was told to attack. As for other people? There are multitude of reasons to attack and hunt them. I could hunt you, just because I don't like your eye color, will I? Most likely not."

Adley Reed
The topic was broached for a reason. The one thing Adley had required help with was Necuratism -- he guessed he retained the taste for vampire blood after having been a blood thief for so long. He'd not known it was irreversible. He'd gone to Zodiac for help, but had only received minimal answers and no offer to be accepted under her wing or tutelage. It was a story Adley might have told -- but now he would not. Even if it was likely Cliff might not hunt him for it. Beneath the table, out of sight, Adley's knee brushed against Grayson's. A subtle prompt. Don't let on. "Back then. Not now? Are you still a soldier? Do those kinds of factions still exist?" Adley asked. They had a couple of years back, when he'd been turned. He'd not seen them since -- but then he'd avoided any reason for them to come for him. They wouldn't be any good if their antics were splashed around publicly.




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