Post by Zachary on Aug 20, 2012 21:51:46 GMT -5
Walking into the smell of cooking meat permeated. The onions grilling to a perfect brown complexion mixed amongst the scent almost masking the tell-tale scent of the damned. It was a glorious scent one of blood and danger all the while holding the allure of something rewarding. He moved through the bar scanning faces watching for overt movement. He avoided eye contact out of respect for the skittish. Dressed in a gray two piece suit that held just enough space so as to obfuscate what armaments were hid about his person. It wasn’t that he worried overly much but to sincere he would have to be armed or else the shields he kept in place masking his aura would smack of falsity.
So he went armed as often as possible. It was a risky gambit to be sure but one which had paid dividends more time than not to be underestimated was a great boon to any martially bent being. He’d come into Dead Daves as a way of ferreting more about the city. It was a feint. There was no Master present his childer and second in command were still around yet the True Master was not. It was a childish oft quoted phrase that came to mind. ‘Move your meat lose your seat.’ The master had definitely moved on. He still cared or was powerful enough that it didn’t truly matter. But his childer and the others who were blood oathed him still rose. That was a big statement of things. What it said he didn’t know at the moment but he would find out.
He knew that while the city attracted all sorts there was no way that each member of the damned residing within the confines was of strong enough ilk to make their own hearts beat. If that was the case that would be the reason those who are not spoken of held their hands. A city of unoathed master level vampires what a true challenge that would be. The damned were not known for their civility nor their humanity. Someone’s hand had to remain on their reins. Someone indeed he thought considering the option. While he was the force animating his undead flesh the job, power, and responsibility of Master of the city was heady.
Taking up a post against the bar rail he ordered a burger loaded with grilled onions, garlic, tomatoes and all the other fixings they could find. It would smell completely divine. He’d hate to waste food as it were but it was the little things one had to appreciate in life. While he could gain no sustenance from the conglomeration of items the scent would give him far more pleasure than anything else had here just yet.
So he went armed as often as possible. It was a risky gambit to be sure but one which had paid dividends more time than not to be underestimated was a great boon to any martially bent being. He’d come into Dead Daves as a way of ferreting more about the city. It was a feint. There was no Master present his childer and second in command were still around yet the True Master was not. It was a childish oft quoted phrase that came to mind. ‘Move your meat lose your seat.’ The master had definitely moved on. He still cared or was powerful enough that it didn’t truly matter. But his childer and the others who were blood oathed him still rose. That was a big statement of things. What it said he didn’t know at the moment but he would find out.
He knew that while the city attracted all sorts there was no way that each member of the damned residing within the confines was of strong enough ilk to make their own hearts beat. If that was the case that would be the reason those who are not spoken of held their hands. A city of unoathed master level vampires what a true challenge that would be. The damned were not known for their civility nor their humanity. Someone’s hand had to remain on their reins. Someone indeed he thought considering the option. While he was the force animating his undead flesh the job, power, and responsibility of Master of the city was heady.
Taking up a post against the bar rail he ordered a burger loaded with grilled onions, garlic, tomatoes and all the other fixings they could find. It would smell completely divine. He’d hate to waste food as it were but it was the little things one had to appreciate in life. While he could gain no sustenance from the conglomeration of items the scent would give him far more pleasure than anything else had here just yet.
