■► Cassian ◄■ meanders into the Devil’s Trill, the happening place to be. He’d order a drink at the bar, just to have something of a hand ornament to set on the table while he relaxed and slid into the booth.
*Katarina* saunters in, moving to a table and kicking her feet up.
■► Cassian ◄■ smirks and gives Katarina an amiable nod. “Hello there.”
<Isabelle> walks in shortly after Katerina, dressed more appropriately for the scenery this time – she has left the summerly dresses at home, and instead wears jeans, a grey top, and a leather biker jacket exactly one size too big – her own size had hugged her curves too snugly, and given her concerns about anyone getting the wrong ideas. The presentation was the most important in food,
after all (after the taste) … and if she didn’t look sexy, nobody should feel an urge to nibble, right? Not that she believed the owner would permit any nibbling on her, but she could not rely on him, or anyone she knew, to be there all the time. She kept a reserved air about her as she stepped inside, glancing hopefully about for anyone familiar. At the sight of Cassian and Katarina,
her face lights up in a smile. Familiar faces … she starts towards them.
*Katarina* “‘sup, Bella?”
*Katarina* shrugs, then looks at Cassian. “What’s new with you?”
■► Cassian ◄■ nods to Isabelle. “Greetings to you.” He’d then nod back to Kat. “Oh, I don’t know what’s new today yet. There’s something though. You can kind of feel it in the air. Something is going to happen. How are you doing lately?”
*Katarina* leans back in her seat. “Oh, you know. Taming gators, being myself.”
“Good evening, Katarina,” ::Isabelle remarks, with a smile, before looking at Cassian:: “Good evening, Cassian. I have felt it – like a thunderstorm, but thunderstorms energize me – this one fills me with nerves. May I sit with the two of you?” ::she glances between them::
<Isabelle> “Good evening, Katarina,” ::Isabelle remarks, with a smile, before looking at Cassian:: “Good evening, Cassian. I have felt it – like a thunderstorm, but thunderstorms energize me – this one fills me with nerves. May I sit with the two of you?” ::she glances between them::
*Katarina* “Course you can.” She budges over to make room for Isabelle, then kicks her feet up again.
■► Cassian ◄■ “Fluffy seems happy in his new pond out in back.”
■► Cassian ◄■ smirks to Isabelle. “Thunderstorms can be invigorating for sure. Feel free to sit with us.” He’d gesture across from him.
*Katarina* “Fluffy? Seriously?”
■► Cassian ◄■ “Yes, it’s his middle name.”
*Katarina* starts laughing.
*Katarina* “What’s his full name?”
<Isabelle> seats down and tilts her head, smiling as she listens.
■► Cassian ◄■ “Walter Fluffy Gator the First. It makes him seem like royalty.”
*Katarina* faceplants, she’s laughing so hard.
■► Cassian ◄■ “When he gets to be many feet long, his name will have great impact. I am sure.” He smirks.
*Katarina* “That’s such a horrible name. And yet, Mr Bigglesworth would beat him up.”
■► Cassian ◄■ “you’d like to think so, but mine is going to know magic too.”
<Isabelle> “You cannot teach a gator magick,” ::Isabelle remarks mildly:: “You could enchant him, but that’s it.”
■► Cassian ◄■ “Okay, it might not understand but it will have it.”
■► Cassian ◄■ “So what have you two been up to?”
“Researching vampires,” ::Isabelle remarks calmly::
■► Cassian ◄■ “What are you researching in particular? Vampires aren’t very exciting.”
*Katarina* “Speak for yourself.”
■► Cassian ◄■ “Well then, you should help Isabelle with her studies if you are so amazing.”
*Katarina* “Well, when she lets us know, maybe.”
■► Cassian ◄■ nods. “Unfortunately, I do have some reports to fill out and things to go do, books to order..you know, work stuff, so I shall see you both later.” He stood up. “Have a good night.”
“Clans, and … factions? There are the Sabbat and Camarilla, but then what about the Setites and the Giovanni?”
■► Cassian ◄■ “I’ll talk to you later, if you wish, Isabelle. Perhaps Kat can answer some of these for you.” He’d wave and then head off out the door.
“Good night, Cassian.”
*Katarina* “Later. And you’re forgetting the most awesome faction of them all.”
*Katarina* “Yeah. Anarchs.”
“Anarchs …? Anarchy?” ::she blinks:: “What do they believe in?”
*Katarina* “Freedom. Personal rights, everything the Camarilla isn’t.”
“And the Setites and the Giovanni?”
<Isabelle> “And the Setites and the Giovanni?”
*Katarina* makes a face. “Independents, and not people you want to run into. Setites find your weak point and use it to control you, and Giovanni are creepy-ass necromancers.”
Say I have already run into one, what should I do?” ::She purposefully made herself look tense::
*Katarina* “Walk the hell away and hope they don’t follow. Or call one of us.”
*Katarina* “Or hell, do both.”
::Huh, -that- dangerous:: “Thank you.”
*Katarina* “My pleasure. Besides, the world would be poorer for your loss.”
<Isabelle> tilts her head. “Oh? Is that a pickup line?”
*Katarina* “I’m not telling.”
<Isabelle> Mysterious … I like it. ::she grins a little, arising to depart:: “Thank you for tonight.”
*Katarina* raises a hand in farewell. “No prob, chica.”
*Katarina* leaves shortly after