Conversations with Enver

[Peter Parkman]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

<Peter Parkman> What's your opinion on friendship with humans?
<Enver Marshall> Humans? Depends I guess. Most of them are alright. I don't mind them any. Why, what's up?
<Peter Parkman> Well I still consider myself human, for the most part. And yet feel like I need to distance myself from a specific one for... reasons.
<Enver Marshall> Well, we are still human. In a sense. But if you need to distance yourself from anyone, human or vampire, doubt it has to do with the fact it's because they're human or vampire. Might be a gut reaction to being around them. They do something to you?
<Peter Parkman> No. Just things Keara has said. Can't see how a legitimate friendship would work with a human if they can't know what I am.
<Enver Marshall> Well, truth be told does anyone really know what or who someone is? Take me. I'm one person for work, then another outside work and another around Keara. That sounds bad, but it's not. I find running my businesses to work best when I'm professional, but once outside of work and with Keara, that aspect of me usually drops. See what I mean? What has Keara said, exactly?
<Peter Parkman> Alright. So it's fine if she sees that I bleed blood that looks like something out of a horror film, or that I have to drink blood, or that I burn to a crisp in the sun? It's cool that she knows I'm never warm because I'm a vampire?
<Enver Marshall> Think you're getting a bit ahead of yourself there, kiddo. There's really no hurry to go around spouting off to this person that you're a vampire. It's one of those scenarios where you've got to sort of feel out. Some humans can be trusted with that information and some can't. Simple as that. Just like some people can be trusted to know about your past and some can't. Not much different, I reckon.
<Peter Parkman> So you think it's fine, then? If I trust her, to tell her? And she won't be killed, or forced to be ...turned?
<Enver Marshall> My suggestion is pretty simple, truth be told. Take her some place where there's some weird **** going on. Maybe the QZ or the catacombs. If she;s been here long enough, she'll have adapted or noticed something isn't all that right about this place. See how she handles whatever weird **** you show her that doesn't have anything to do with you. If she does alright, give it a few days and key word here, slowly introduce her to something about yourself. You can't just go around showing off your fangs and feasting in front of her and expect her to be alright with it. So start small. And I'm not going to kill her, unless she becomes a problem. Meaning, she tries to kill you. And I'm not looking to sire anyone, most of all a woman. Have you met my wife?
<Peter Parkman> She's already seen a fadebeast. She already knows something's wrong with this city. She already knows there's something wrong with me. I told her I wouldn't say. That I couldn't. That it might put the both of us in danger. She hasn't pushed for more information.
<Enver Marshall> What do you mean she knows there's something wrong with you? There ain't really anything wrong with you, Peter. You know that, yeah? But what do you think she knows?
<Peter Parkman> I'm not sure if you've met me, Enver. I'm not the best at being suave in front of other people. She hinted at 'liking' me. I told her I couldn't. For reasons.
<Enver Marshall> You couldn't like her back? Well, no wonder she thinks there's something wrong with you. Especially if she's not half bad looking. You know, if you like her back, which it's alright to, I could always let Crash go back to ******* around and take her in my employment. It'd be no big deal.
<Peter Parkman> I've vowed to never have sex again. I don't think it's going to work.
<Enver Marshall> Why's that? Were you a priest at some point in your life?
<Peter Parkman> No. I've been informed that if I impregnate someone a monster will tear itself out of their gut. Fatal to a human. I'm not sure I'm willing to take the risk.

[Enver Marshall II]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--


<Enver Marshall> Well, let's be frank here, Kiddo. If you plan on living a long time, and I hope you do, you're going to have sex. I doubt you'll be living for five or six centuries and hadn't had sex. It's real noble of you, but did the person tell you that you'd probably have to have a lot of sex to impregnant someone with that? And I do mean a lot.
<Peter Parkman> No. That someone was Keara. She made it sound like it's pretty likely.
<Enver Marshall> I'm not saying it might never happen, it's just not that common of a tihng. Besides, I doubt I need to have the father son talk about using condoms with you. You're a smart one.
<Peter Parkman> I'd rather not.
<Enver Marshall> Good. I'd rather not either. As I said, there's really no reason to not be friends with her. Just keep an eye on things with her. Take things slow. If she's not freaked out by a fadebeast, doubt she'll go screaming to everyone you're a vampire.
<Peter Parkman> I wouldn't say she wasn't freaked out. I don't think she'd be human if she wasn't freaked out.
<Enver Marshall> She's still around though, yeah? And she's still around you, even though she thinks there's something different about you. Not everyone is hung up on the idea of I'm a vampire, I'm a human. There's really no reason we all can't play nice together. Mind you there are some humans out there that are right dicks. But there are some vampires like that too. I'd be more concerned if you told me she was one of those paladin things. They seem to have a hard on for our types for no reason I can think of.
<Peter Parkman> No. She was in an accident and has amnesia. She can't remember from before... three or four weeks ago.
<Enver Marshall> Oh. Well, I'm sure she's alright then. No reason to stop hanging around her. Keara's more cautious than I am though. Since she died and was stuck in that place for a good while.
<Peter Parkman> Right. She did tell me that too.
<Peter Parkman> I got a message from River, by the way.
<Enver Marshall> River? What about?
<Peter Parkman> I'm still slightly confused, really. Something about adding me to a forum and that she was going to (I think?) add me and to talk to you about it.
<Enver Marshall> Oh yeah. Well there's different bloodlines, or families in the city. I was going to talk to you about it when Keara and I got back. Just thought it'd be good for you to see the other side of your-family. Since, I sort of took part in making you what you are.
<Peter Parkman> Right. I see.
<Enver Marshall> Choice is yours, really. I'm not going to force someone to be part of something they have no interest in. But I'd like for you to meet Lorde, she's one of mine and another I took in about a week back or so. And a couple of my siblings aren't half bad. But we've got time for all that whenever.
<Peter Parkman> Alright, sounds good.
<Peter Parkman> How's the dog going?
<Enver Marshall> Ready to strangle its damn neck. Thing follows me around one night, can't shake it. So take it in. Now it's chewing everything in sight. Mostly keara's stuff. It's making me look bad when I did the thing a favor. It's a monster.
<Peter Parkman> I just replied to an email Keara sent to me about it. Buy it lots of chew toys. There are ones you can get that you can put treats inside - it'll keep the dog occupied for hours. There's also spray you can buy to make things taste bad. Spray it on anything you don't want the dog to chew.
<Enver Marshall> Not sure Keara would like me spraying all her belongings. Thing chewed her boots last night. But, yeah. I'll look in to those toy suggestions. Good idea. Thanks.
<Peter Parkman> No problem.
<Enver Marshall> I'm not sure when we'll be back. Maybe in a week or two. Working on some things with Keara still. But if you need something, you can send me a text again. If you get in to too deep of **** with something, I'll find a way to help you out if it's while we're gone. If things happen to go south with your girl.
<Peter Parkman> They're not going to go south. Never south. Not yet south.
<Enver Marshall> Not where I was going with that, but just in case, best bet is to always be prepared. Stop at the local grocery store some night. You'll thank me some night.