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Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: Star Wars: Rise of the Sith [Closed]
« Last post by Silentslash on August 21, 2019, 06:36:42 am »
The reflection pools? He had heard of them but never bothered attending other than he was required too, maybe that was something he should look into more often. He walked with his Master, studying him, he was worried. He knew that look and it wasn't simply a pensive look. When his Master brought up war, goosebumps emerged on his skin, war meant death. Death scared him. He hoped his Master wouldn't sense the fear.

'War? With who?' When his Master began walking on the water, he knew it was time to concentrate. He was hesitant at first but when the first foot he brought forward didn't sink, he felt more confident and trailed after his Master. He smirked and began running on the water, using the Force to propel himself in the air and perform a flip in the air, landing gracefully on the next rock by his Master.

He grinned at his Master and sat on the rock, cross-legged. Almost as if Manx had read his mind, he asked what he knew about the Sith. So that's who the possible war might be against. Why else would he ask this? Dreven pondered for a moment and tried to think back to his history classes at the Jedi Temple. He couldn't tell his Master he had been asleep for a lot of his classes. He gathered what he remembered and began to formulate a response.

"The Sith are evil, Master. They are our enemies and they utilize the Dark Side of the Force. The Rule of Two if I'm not mistaken is a Sith Lord and an Apprentice. Kind of like a Master and a Padawan. Uhh.. they have red lightsabers? They draw their power from hatred, fear, anger, and other negative emotions." It was a mix of what he could remember and word of mouth he had eavesdropped from other Younglings.

He closed his eyes and began to relax. The calm water soothed him and allowed him to think and process his thoughts clearly.
"We fought a Sith today, Master. He was very strong, I could feel his hatred in his attacks and his anger in his voice." He opened his eyes and looked at his reflection, he still wasn't looking good. His back ached, his throat was sore, his head was still pounding. He had been through hell and yet he was alive. "I want to become stronger, Master. I don't ever want anything to happen like that again, I want to be able to beat someone like him.." His hand clutched the rock, gripping it tight. The calm water around his rock began to create ripples that soon became a restless current around him. When Dreven noticed this, he released his grip on the rock and the water soon calmed down as well.


Alec gladly shook hands and engaged in quick small talk with the individuals on the outside of the Temple that approached or sought his attention. He made his way to the Council Room and he could already sense the powerful Jedi inside. Upon entering the Council Room, he felt all the eyes on him as if he were a celebrity. A warm smile decorated the handsome, sharp features of his older face. He stroked his beard and began greeting the Jedi Masters and council members individually, giving each a slice of his genuine attention.

His eyes fixated on Master Bril, she was beautiful for a Twi'lek and a very good friend of his. He saw how her eyes lit up when he made his way over to her. He took her hand in his own and smiled.
"Master, I must say how longer my absence felt without seeing this beautiful face of yours. It is such a pleasure to be in your company again." He delivered a gentle kiss on her hand before releasing her hand. Some speculated if there was still or ever had been anything there between the two of them other than a close friendship. Neither would say or even entertain such rumors, they were both professionals and if anything ever had happened, only the two of them would know.

Either way, he knew he would have her support one way or another, she respected his opinion. He could tell by the tension in the room that Dawn had some serious opposition against her favor. He saved Master Ergas for last and greeted him with the familiar warmth that seemed natural in Alec. Both of his hands took one of his and shook it.

"How are you, my old friend? Being away for so long has made me miss you all very much." He gently tapped him on the shoulder as he spun around to face them all and Alec was still in a pleasant mood. However, he knew a quorum was not good news so he simply scanned the room and the members.

"I understand my old Padawan Dawn is the target of this quorum? Masters, you must forgive me, I've been away as you all know and I've heard nothing but awful rumors of Dawn. I wish to hear what are the actual allegations being brought forward against her. I also understand that she was also on a mission with your Padawan, Master Ergas and his Padawan as well. What exactly happened on this mission?"

He would not allow Ergas to dominate the climate of the quorum, Alec needed to bring all the facts out and raise as much doubt about Dawn being a Sith Lord. What troubled him was that he did not know how much Dawn had learned on her own. Could she really have tried to teach Manx? He hoped Dawn had not been that foolish, but if she did, this could also work in her favor. Manx was Ergas' prodigy and it was known to Alec how proud the Cerean Master was of his Padawan.

After a few exchanges, Alec planned to return to meet Dawn at the entrance of the Temple and walk with her where the quorum would take place. Everyone would see who her support system was.
Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: Star Wars: Rise of the Sith [Closed]
« Last post by Krystal Itzume on August 20, 2019, 09:20:59 pm »
Attachment was the reason they did not have Tita. Manx knew this, and knew his master’s criticism was just, when it came to himself. He should have learned better, but in truth, Manx always found attachment such a difficult thing. He and Dawn had grown up side-by-side, and he had been attached to her.

He was attached to her.

He was attached to Ergas, as well, and of course he was attached to his padawan – enough to let Tita go. Perhaps that was the incorrect decision, but would he not be a poor Jedi if he had failed his padawan in such a horrendous way? The black-haired knight found himself distracted by these swirling worries as he continued to walk, almost on auto-pilot, until his padawan addressed him.

He turned his green eyes to the young man, gaze tired, but not unkind. “The Reflection Pools, Dreven,” he answered, “Master Ergas has asked me to search my feelings, and I believe that I should. Much has happened today, and much is going to happen,” he could do little for Dawn, but he hoped the Council would see the truth.

She was not a Sith. She was not the Sith.

‘Or are your emotions clouding your vision?’
It was a legitimate concern. Being so certain of anything was dangerous. Perhaps Dawn’s search for knowledge and understanding of the Force had led her down a dark path, but he still thought he would have known! She didn’t sneak off nearly enough to train a padawan in secret, or be meeting with some Sith Lord herself. It didn’t make any sense to him.

They soon came to those reflection pools, rocks in the midst of the pools and water trickling down some of them. The sound was soothing, the water clear, and deep. “We may be looking at war,” his voice hesitated, “a war unlike the other petty wars between planets that we have seen and settled,” a war with the Sith.

He stepped on the water, not sinking, but walking upon it to one of those stones, where he perched himself, “What do you know of the Sith, Dreven?”


Fear stabbed into Dawn’s chest at the reaction, visible and audible, of Master Alec. She kept her composure under it, but her breath briefly caught in her throat at the worry that this may be too much for him – that this may cause him to damn her. Thankfully, that did not come. He agreed that she needed to change out of her attire and clean up, but his tone promised a lecture on this.

She inclined her head just a bit, “Of course, Master.” She’d have to try and make him see reason. He was more reasonable than most, certainly he’d understand that these powers were not so bad. She was not attempting to use them to prolong her life into immortality, just to heal.

The Jedi were about healing and good, weren’t they? Usually of others, but why not also of the self?

“I’ll be there soon,” she agreed, and would lift her head to follow after her master’s steps, only to take a different turn towards her own chambers. Tython felt different as she walked across the grounds, and the reason soon became obvious. Fewer Jedi were walking the area, and she wondered how many knew of the quorum – how many suspected her of being a Sith, and how many knew the Sith were, truly, back?

‘I could bring him in. I could bring the actual Sith in and clear my name, I’m certain.’
Without Manx, without Dreven, she wouldn’t have anyone to worry about. No distractions. The problem would be finding him again, but she thought that would not be too difficult. ‘What can I do to convince them?’ The question rang in her head as she stepped into her own quarters.

Like many of the Jedi, she still lived near the Temple, her room a part of many others, built out of a white stone that linked them up like dormitories, but there was no sharing rooms here. It was still small, and meant to remind the Jedi not to keep much.

Still, small crystals glinted in the sunlight, held up before the window. The room itself had a myriad of decorations or small training tools, like vials of sand that Dawn often used to meditate on or use to work on her skills. Books and holocrons both were scattered the top of a desk, and some were stacked next to it.

Her closet had the traditional Jedi robes in it, and her fingers hesitated on them. If she looked the part, would it help her cause, or would they see it as deception?

The thought caused her fingers to grip around the tunic all too tightly, before she moved it aside and took out one of her gowns, as radiant as an aurora borealis in hues of green and blue that faded into each other and seemed to swirl into each other thanks to the translucent fabrics hanging over each other. She set it aside, before stepping into the small restroom and discarding her current gown, to wash herself off with a cloth, making sure to get at each spot of dried blood, and get her hair back in order.

Minutes later, she was in the Nabooese dress, with crystals in her red hair, as prepared as she could be.

And with a few vials of sand hidden in the sleeves, because if this went south…she wasn’t letting herself die. She was no martyr.


The Council Room was where many were already choosing to gather, alerted that Master Kenobi, Master Jinn, and Padawan Dreven had returned without the infant. Master Ergas had alerted them to that, and joined the room after a few others – after he had seen Manx. His expression remained solemn as he lifted his gaze to some of the others in the room,

Master Bril was the first his eyes settled on, the twi’lek woman rising from her seat and walking over to him. The others who were in attendance also looked on curiously, “What became of the child, Master Ergas?”

He shook his head sadly, “They were intercepted by a Sith on Nox.”

He felt the shockwave of his words spread throughout the room.

The miraluka master’s responded, “Then Dawn must not be the Sith. This quorum is pointless.”

“Not necessarily. If Dawn wished to bring up the child in Sith teachings, she may have sent her padawan to steal it,”
Ergas noted. “We all know that Master Dawn’s own adherence and conformity to our ways has…strayed over the years. It deserves an investigation, now more than ever.”

Bril gave a nod, “And Master Corvainus?” She had been the one to insist he show up.

“He’ll be here soon, I’m sure,”
Ergas let out a deep sigh at that.

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: Star Wars: Rise of the Sith [Closed]
« Last post by Silentslash on August 20, 2019, 06:49:14 pm »
'You weren't there..' Dreven's fist clenched in a moment of anger as heard Master Ergas continue to accuse Dawn of being a Sith but he knew that his sudden change in feelings would be detected. The balled fist lost its tightness and relaxed at his side once more. Could it be true? Dawn's emotions could run wild at times and Dreven could sense it at times, however he felt she was still in control. From what his Master had told him of Dawn and what he'd seen for himself, she wasn't a bad person. Her ideologies and perspectives may not be Jedi compliant or appropriate, but she was a powerful and responsible Jedi.

His attention returned to his Master. He and Dawn had a very close bond, a friendship and a connection that ran deep. Ergas could sense that and perhaps there was something to be looked at there. Although his Master constantly reminded him of controlling his own emotions and to not allow himself to become too attached, he also had trouble doing it himself. From an objective standpoint, Tita was the mission and if he got himself captured or killed foolishly, the mission would have to go on. His Master's attachment allowed an error in judgment and thus the child was taken by the Sith.

Dreven felt that pang of guilt once more. He simply remained silent during the exchange feeling that any addition would just make it worse for his Master. With the look Manx gave him, Dreven bowed out of respect to Master Ergas and followed him.

"Where are we going, Master?"


When she brought attention to her clothes, he further examined the state she was in. Her clothes indicated signs of battle and liked she had been wounded, there was dried blood all over her but no wounds were present. Not even wounds that naturally healed or closed but still showed signs that they had been there. She was completely unharmed and for a moment, Alec let a very faint smile curved the corner of his mouth. He was aware of how she had done it and it was not in a Jedi's training or approved manipulation of the Force.

This was a Force power learned by Sith. He had to show concern nonetheless. He looked around for any signs of anyone watching them. From what it seemed and what he sensed, they were clear. She was ready. Her interest and her desire to learn other teachings than what the Jedi offered couldn't have been at a better time. In his time as her Master, Alec's teachings were unorthodox to say the least. His lectures spoke of the way of the Jedi and how it was an honorable path to take, however he left it open to suggest that it was not the only way.

'The Force gives its users the freedom to manipulate it in many ways. The Jedi Order chose to manipulate the Force in their own way and with accordance to their beliefs. The Sith were the same way. Restricting yourself in the Force is foolish.' he remembered that little lecture long ago, she was much younger and more open-minded. These double meaning lectures were not all the time however, once in a while he would throw them in to get her mindset in the right direction.

As far as how her current ideologies and way of thinking developed, he could not take the credit for that. Perhaps he may have provided the roots but what her mindset blossomed into was of her own thirst for knowledge and volition. It had been a year since he had seen her and yet she was already delving into teachings of the Sith. To reveal his true intentions with her here and now would be foolish. Alec was no fool.

"Dawn.. this is.., go, you must go and change," Alec's concern for his old Padawan sounded as genuine as he could feign it. This was the concern of a Master whom for the first time witnessed evidence of what the rumors said about her could be true. His facial expression demonstrated a tinge of disbelief and awe with the concern. Perhaps another Master would arrest and even draw his lightsaber then and there, but not Alec. "We shall walk in together, however first I must meet with the council prior to the quorum, I must see where their heads are at. Ergas is the problem, I will quickly speak with him beforehand. I will meet you at the Temple. We will speak of this matter another time, Dawn, there is still much more I must teach you I see." Despite what his face showed, this was a Master who was supporting her. No matter of what was shown to him right before his eyes. This would hopefully spark that trust that would entice her into learning from him one last time.

He walked away, he let his last sentence have a hint of scolding in it and she may take it that the blame of all this was on him and he is the reason she turned out this way. However, in reality, what he really meant was his possible advanced teachings into the ways of the Sith. Once again, the duplicitous Master innocently left what he said open for interpretation. As he walked towards the Temple, Alec had a devious smirk on his lips.

'All according to plan.' The Temple was up ahead and already his demeanor had changed into the cheerful and charismatic Jedi Master. His eyes searched for members of the council and of course, Ergas. He had a few words for his old friend.
Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: An Era of Theatrics [Closed]
« Last post by Krystal Itzume on August 19, 2019, 12:23:01 am »
“Yeah!”  Devlin agreed, though Maya gave a more reserved nod to the query about the books. A Song of Ice and Fire were, indeed, favored reads of them, a book Angelus had even gotten in to. Not that he was opposed to reading, which tended to surprise people, but he preferred his poetry to novels – Maya would forever thank Paradise Lost for Angelus’s enjoyment of poetry, both the short and the epic poems.

Angelus looked to Maya, briefly, and gestured to the laptop. She shrugged, and let him take it. Her character was more or less done.

“Let me start looking into some things for you. Have you decided if you’re going to be in any covenant? Maya’s Ordo Dracul, and Devlin’s Invictus.”
There were still the Lancae Sanctum, the Carthians, and the Circle of the Crone – though one could go in without a covenant, as well. “Picking one, or none, may open up some talents. Generally speaking, a Varys character would probably avoid the religious ones, but I don’t think you have the same history as Varys – so that’s totally your call. I think Invictus is in power right now?”

“Yeah, Prince Kincaid is Invictus.”
Devlin answered, “If you’re going with Varys, you probably want to be in with the powerful, but if you’re thinking you don’t like that kind of structure, Carthians would fit. Depends on what part of him you want to emphasize – his in the midst of power, or his desire to overthrow the power.”

While they had been talking, Maya did consider whether or not the ‘Varys’ character should know anything, but in the end, she said, “No one is going to know that my character is an En. The Bloodline is aware of its own reputation – or at least, I am,” a vampire chilling with a demon and diablerizing others? Hard pass. “I’ll just let myself be known as a daeva. No bloodline. You’ll have to figure it out from there, but if you want an in-character history for our arrival, I do not mind that.”

She had no desire to really devour an Iltani. They weren’t what she was hunting.   
Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: An Era of Theatrics [Closed]
« Last post by Bleu on August 19, 2019, 12:11:30 am »
As soon as the words left Donovan’s lips, the conversation seemed to change. Maya and Devlin, who had previously been doing their own thing, chimed in. Apparently they had not only heard of the character he was referencing, but they were fans of the books.

“It’s a great read, isn’t it?” He concurred, offering each of them a surprised smile. “Whether or not the next books come out, I’m going to demand an answer as to who is going to end up on the Iron Throne.”

Donovan certainly had his mind made up on who should rule in the end, but that discussion would be for another time.

Angelus went about his plan for Donovan, and it sounded absolutely perfect to what he had imagined—the spies, the information, and the bribery, all of it. Donovan heard the bloodline’s name, and immediately committed it to memory. He hadn’t come across it before, but it sure sounded like exactly what he was looking for. To have spies across multiple clans? There would definitely be some benefit in that.

Donovan looked to Maya, his new rival, and his smile grew wider. So their respective bloodlines had history—that would only make it all the more worthwhile to expand on it.

A mental note to research it some more later, and he moved on.

“Understood,” muttered the lad as Angelus indicated which areas he would need to allocate his points to. Donovan fetched his pencil from his pocket, and immediately began to cross out the considerations that would no longer be needed. He made notes, and summarized all that had been discussed, turning his array of possibilities into a more constructed character.

“Not sure how you’d like to play it out, Maya,” said Donovan in regards to whether their characters knew about their respective bloodlines, “so I’ll defer to you. Either way, it’ll be interesting.”
Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: An Era of Theatrics [Closed]
« Last post by Krystal Itzume on August 17, 2019, 08:25:03 pm »
Angelus did grin at Devlin as he insisted Maya’s character was broken. That was the point, after all. He just gave him a wink before returning his attention to Donovan, who tried to explain what he wanted.

As soon as the name ‘Varys’ left his lips, Angelus knew.

It seemed that Devlin and Maya also heard, as Maya was making adjustments to take resources off of her sheet now that she didn’t feel a need for it, and put the points elsewhere. “Wait, you read a Song of Ice and Fire, too? Man, I can’t wait for a Dance With Dragons to come out,” Devlin whined.

“It’s never coming out,”
Maya noted, “So we’re going to have to deal with a spider….”

“Say no more,”
Angelus relaxed into his seat a bit, “Varys I can do, Mekhet is definitely a good way to go with Varys. The main thing he’s known for is using children as allies, so you’re probably going to want to put points in allies and contacts, and definitely streetwise. You’ll also want resources, people need to take bribes. Iltani might be a good bloodline—”

“You’re a horrible person,”
Maya stated when he suggested that. She didn’t know many of the mekhet bloodlines, but Iltani was one. Because it was rival to the En.

“—because they also have the animalism of the gangrel, so that would mean you’d also have spies among the animals if you wanted them,”
he continued, unperturbed. “Along with auspex, and obfuscate, so you get the best of all here, so far as spies and contacts are concerned – not to mention an immediate rival,” he gestured to Maya at that, a slight smirk on his lips, “The Iltani and En bloodlines have a bit of a history. Your character doesn’t have to know that, of course. Technically speaking, unless you two agree out of character, your characters wouldn’t even know either of you have bloodlines.”

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: An Era of Theatrics [Closed]
« Last post by Bleu on August 17, 2019, 05:39:49 am »
There was commotion in the background as the trio huddled over Donovan’s notes. Maya and Devlin were having a party of their own, it seemed. To anyone else, it might have been distracting—inviting to be a part of such a lively conversation, almost, but not even then.

Not that day.

Donovan’s concentration was like a superpower. Once the lad made the decision to focus on something, it was very difficult for him to shift to another subject. Such a thing had been first noticed by his mother and was since repeated by just about every teacher Donovan ever had. It was deemed a problem early in his life, although it had proven to be quite the opposite.

In Maya’s case, this focus would be a nightmare.

Angelus gave his advice, and Donovan was quick to run with it.

“I don’t know much about the bloodlines, or how those can help,” he confessed, “but I do have a certain type of character in mind. It is the reason why I thought I would go for Mekhet instead of Gangrel.”

Kyle looked at Donovan expectantly, which gave the latter enough invitation to continue.

“There is a character in the A Song of Ice and Fire books called Lord Varys. He deals with information and he has his own personal guild of spies—like a web of connections that allows him to exploit the information for the good of the kingdom. A vampire similar to him could work the system of information to gain status—although I don’t think he would do so for the same reasons.”

As Donovan spoke, Kyle began to nod his head, pretending to know what his friend was talking about. 

“This vampire could be shady in more than one way, don’t you think?”

That was his vision, any way.

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: An Era of Theatrics [Closed]
« Last post by Krystal Itzume on August 10, 2019, 11:18:07 pm »
Angelus looked over the information that was in front of him, and the way that Donovan had organized it all while he heard the rustling of movement from Devlin and Maya. He tuned them out, and ignored his thought to suggest that Donovan play a specific type of vampire that Maya wanted to devour. 

That was just cruel.

Kyle seemed just as confused by things, but agreed on Mekhet, “Yeah, you don’t really seem like a Gangrel,” Angelus consented.

He turned his seat towards Donovan a bit, “What did you like about Gangrel, anyway? There’s probably a Mekhet that has some of those traits, or vice-versa. Like I know the Empusae Gangrel have obfuscate and auspex, traditional Mekhet things.” His memory was impeccable even if he wasn’t playing. That, and Maya had been intrigued by anything with ‘auspex’. Her desire to wreck people’s minds was clear.

“Unless you’re just wanting to be a simple Mekhet and not get into all the bloodline nonsense. Then I just need to know what you think your playstyle is going to be. Or what you’re hoping to do. I made her,” he gestured to Maya, “start with a concept and we went from there.”

‘Corrupt Monarch’ had been what she settled on, with the addition of the demon. Of all the plays she’d ever done, she kept a soft spot for the time she got to play Mephistopheles to Devlin’s Faust. “When I know what you’re looking to do, I can tell you what to max. Maya didn’t think she needed to max strength, but….” Well, the way they played it, strength was better than dexterity. It was a character, after all. Not themselves.

Maya would never have that sort of unwieldy strength in life, but her dexterity was already good.

“You WHORE!” Devlin was cackling as he said it, and Angelus couldn’t help but look over to wonder what had caused it, even if they weren’t paying him much attention.

Angelus had missed Devlin taking out his sheet, “Okay, let’s see if you really don’t need resources,” he said, figuring it was a good idea to test this for both of them. He wanted to know how good Maya’s sheet was. He gave her a nod, “I have resources. Lots of them. Hypothetically…let’s say you need resources for an expensive car.”

“Are we, hypothetically, already acquainted?”

“You’re Ordo scum, so probably not,” he smirked, “But I wear my riches obviously.”

“Awe.” Maya rolled immediately, the dice landing on 8. “Three successes, against your composure.”

Devlin nodded. That was enough, and he slipped into his role. He knew Maya already had striking looks on her sheet, and adding in ‘Awe’ would make her impossible to ignore in any situation. “Well, well, you must be the new member of the Ordo Dracul. A shame, one such as yourself appears to belong in the First Estate. Ah, forgive me, I forgot to introduce myself – I am Kaelin Truse, and you are?”

Maya smiled sweetly, “Amara Calix,” she introduced, “A pleasure to meet you, Lord Truse. I’ve only just arrived, and I had no idea this town would be so…inept with public transporation at night.”

“Yes, it is one of its many flaws,” he gave a dramatic sigh, “one we are working on, I assure you.”

“Perhaps you would be willing to show me where I might acquire a car until then?” And then, Maya held up her fingers, crossed as she’d read was the norm to interrupt the IC with the OOC, “Dominate.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, on a Ventrue?”

“Roll it. Mesmerize.”

They both rolled, and that was what led to the, “You WHORE!” comment, that caused him to start laughing, “You dominated a Ventrue. Okay, Angelus, her character’s broken and this is bullshit, but I love it and please join the First Estate, Maya, please.”

“No way,” she grinned, shaking her head.

Fan-Based Roleplay / Re: An Era of Theatrics [Closed]
« Last post by Bleu on August 09, 2019, 04:36:02 pm »
Ange’s words brought Donovan back to reality—his mind slipping back to his previous concerns. Instinct told him to offer a slight smile, and he obliged without question. Maybe he was just imagining it all? A feeling in his stomach blatantly disagreed.

“Thanks,” Donovan muttered, letting Devlin and Maya continue in their conversation before turning to his own myriad of scribbles. It might not have looked so, but there was definitely a system to his madness.

“I’m thinking about going either Gangrel or Mekhet,” he pointed down a list of related sample stats and attributes, each related to one of the two clans, “but I am thinking Mekhet might be more my style here.” Donovan furrowed his brow, moving the first page aside to reveal the next.

On his second page, there we calculations and probabilities outlining the benefits of all kinds of disciplines. There was a color-coded system in his work, both tying back to which clan it pertained to, and whether or not it would be beneficial over the others.

Another shift to reveal the third, which governed a chart that summarized an overall determination of whether he would be at an advantage or disadvantage over other character types.

Kyle craned his neck from behind Donovan, standing on his toes, in order to peer down at his companion’s notes. After a valiant effort to tower over Donovan, Kyle instead simply moved to the side in defeat.

“I can hardly make sense of any of this, mate,” he teased, narrowing his eyes to focus on the almost-obsessive work.

Donovan offered only another smile, turning to Angelus. There was something about Kyle’s presence that was calming, and Donovan made it a point to thank him for that later.

“I think the Mekhet suits you.”

“More so than the Gangrel anyway,” Donovan absentmindedly agreed. “I’m also thinking I might want to focus on Auspex, Obfuscate, and Obtenebration. I think I ought to max my Dexterity… What do you think, Angelus?”

Kyle’s gaze remained on Donovan’s notes, a smile eventually forming on his face.
Welcome Noobel Blewd! / Re: Not Exactly New
« Last post by Ara on July 23, 2019, 01:55:53 pm »
Awww! I'm so glad I was over here weeding spam because I got to see this! I miss you, Beau!!! You're a treasure!
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