<Deveraux> is wandering around the asylum at the moment. He doesn’t enter the Orphanage, Zaluut’s study or Kitt’s room, but otherwise if there’s an open door he’s going to be poking around seeing who’s around. He’s not really moving with purpose and seems to be very casual at the moment.
[Obfuscated] Cian creeps through the halls, as per his nightly routine. Unlike normal, however, he doesn’t seem to be trying to scare to ghouls or eavesdrop on conversation. Instead he is lost in thought, wandering absently through the halls almost in a fugue.
<Deveraux> continues on his merry way exploring as many nooks and crannies as he can find. Unless a door is locked or he already knows what’s behind it he’ll open it to at least peek in. If it looks like someone’s private room he’ll close it and move on to the next door. One might think he’s looking around for things to steal but he’s definitely not Ravnos so that can’t be it.
[Obfuscated] Cian begins to wander in the general direction that Deveraux is exploring, subconsciously attracted by the noise. He has yet to actually notice Deveraux’s presence, however, as he is distracted by inner dialogue. This hunt for the creature in the woods has him excited, but also a bit nervous. It will be the first time he will meet a Camarilla vampire, and on top of that,
[Obfuscated] Cian he will be under Zaluut’s close scrutiny for a few nights.
<Deveraux> initially doesn’t give off any indication that he’s not alone and continues poking around. Eventually, however, he puts himself right in Cian’s path and waits to see if he is bumped into.
⋠Cian⋡ walks right into Deveraux, his eyes too fixated on the floor as he thinks to warn him of the impending obstacle. “Oof. What the fuck? Oh! Hey Deveraux. My bad, I didn’t see you there.” He scratches at one of his facial scars and shakes his head, as though trying to clear it of cobwebs. “You looking for Zaluut or somethin’?”
<Deveraux> “I am not certain what it is I seek outside of anything interesting. You are oddly focused on something. Are you mentally preparing to fight the Thaumaturgy creature?”
⋠Cian⋡ squints at Deveraux for a moment with a small frown on his face. “You been poking around in my brain old man? I’d be careful if I were you. Gets kinda fucking weird in there sometimes.” He chuckles and relaxes his face. “Kinda sorta. That part is…well I’d be a fucking retard if I wasn’t worried about it at least a little but, doesn’t seem to be fuck all I can do to
prepare for it since we don’t even know what the hell it is. I’m more worried about not fucking up and pissing off Zaluut. I’m on thin ice as it is. Last thing I feel like doing is disappointing him again. Plus…well from what I hear there’s gonna be Cammies out there with us and…I’m not sure how to feel about it.” He tries to shrug it off non-chalantly but it is quite clear that he
is deeply troubled.
<Deveraux> “I suggest that you exercise etiquette and be nice. Contract to some popular beliefs being nice does not equate to being weak. For example I have been nothing but nice and courteous to everyone I have met since arriving in Louisiana despite my strength. In addition to defusing most social situations before they are problems you also leave people to wonder about what your potential is until you have cause to show them. The Camarilla
has their own values but their power structure is similar to the Sabbat. They have Princes instead of Bishops, coteries instead of packs, and so on and so forth. Just be nice and I think you will impress Zaluut. He is one who places strong value on etiquette and civility.”
⋠Cian⋡ sticks out his tongue as though he just tasted something disgusting.”Nice isn’t really in my playbook. Unless I’m trying to fucking con someone. But…” He sighs and rubs a hand over his bald, leathery scalp. “You’re probably right. Don’t want to piss the old man off. I guess if I think of it as tricking the fuckers into thinking I’m a nice guy so they won’t see it
coming if I have to take them out I can probably pull it off.” He looks at Deveraux and shrugs. “I mean…I don’t hate the fuckers or anything. Don’t know any of them so it’s hard to give that much of a shit. I just don’t like most people in general. Who knows, maybe if I’m nice to them they’ll do me a solid down the line. Hasn’t really been my experience in the past but…” He shrugs
again and looks down at his hands. “Can’t just keep doing the same shit for all of eternity. Gotta try something new sometime I guess.”
<Deveraux> “It depends on what you are doing. Seeking knowledge and bettering yourself throughout the ages is absolutely a worthwhile goal that you should keep doing for all of eternity. As for the Camarilla the line between them and the Sabbat is just as hurtful as it is helpful. Different ideologies but good people on both sides of the line. I spend time among them just as I spend time here with you all.”
<Deveraux> “Of course, the reverse is also true about bad people on both sides of the line.”
⋠Cian⋡ nods. “Yeah I kinda figured. You seem to know a lot about them so it makes sense that you go over there too. I’ve never been big on hating whole groups of people. Prefer to direct my spite at individuals. More personal that way, ya know?” He grins and laughs a bit. “Same for liking mother fuckers too I guess. More so, in fact. You hate a whole group of dudes and the
worst that usually happens is you miss out on someone worth a shit. You like a whole group of dudes and one of them can stab you in the back because you didn’t take the time to find out he was an asshole.”
<Deveraux> nods, “I do not let the actions or words of one color my opinion on another just because they are in the same family, clan or faction. Etiquette aside what are your fears about this hunt? Do you not have combat experience?””
⋠Cian⋡ shakes his head a bit. “Eh. Kinda sorta not really. I’ve been in fights but that was with other humans, ya know? Big difference. Only thing I’ve really fough as a Cainite was some weird fuck dog monster thing that Zaluut sicced on me once. It went ok and all but I feel like this fucker is gonna be way worse.”
<Deveraux> “It will be a learning experience if you live through it, but you will have gained valuable knowledge not many others have. The majority of my experience with the dead was acquired by leaving my body and journeying in astral form to interact with the dead. Now, though, I can see and hear them using other means. My point, though, is that the powers some of them have can be tremendous. Hopefully it does not command both those as well
as vampiric disciplines. I will most likely be on-hand to observe the hunt.”
<Deveraux> “Just as I observed the hunt in the sewer that uncovered the nest.”
⋠Cian⋡ gives Deveraux a sideways look and grins. “I shoulda known you would tag along for that. You’re right, this will be good shit to learn from. I’m excited about it really. Just trying to keep myself in check so I don’t over do it and get myself fucking killed over some dumb shit.”
<Deveraux> “Keep your head about you and try to realize what risks are worth your life. Battle is not a forgiving source of education. Each time I draw my sword it could be my last and that thought helps keep things in proper perspective.”
⋠Cian⋡ nods his head in agreement. “Yeah, survival is my number one priority. Everything else ain’t worth a shit if you’re dead.” He chuckles but there is little humor in it. “Zaluut has been teaching me sword stuff. Not that I particularly need it for fighting since I’ve got claws and shit. But he says it’ll teach me discipline, which makes sense. Haven’t been smarting off
in front of him as much ever since he’s been hacking off fingers and hands every once in a while.”
<Deveraux> “You will be thankful you can effectively use a sword when you are fighting something that you do not wish to touch. Creatures of corruption whose blood is acidic, for example. I also possess claws but always carry a sword as well. Options are important.”
⋠Cian⋡ slowly nods his head, lips pursed. “Yeah…I can see that. I didn’t know acid blood was a real thing, outside of the Alien movies. Better a sword gets melted than my fucking hand, that’s for sure. Plus it does look really cool.”
<Deveraux> “It is very much so a.. thing.” He nods. “What sort of sword are you training with?”
⋠Cian⋡ thinks for a moment. “Uh…its a…long sword? I think? It’s straight, like what you see in those movies about knights and shit. What kind do you use?”
<Deveraux> “I am skilled in many different types of swords. The zatoichi is almost always with me.” He raises his black walking stick slightly to Cian. “When I know I am going to be fighting I carry a scimitar and two gladius’ usually. I have also used the khopesh for quite some time.”
⋠Cian⋡ raises an eyebrow and squints slightly at Deveraux. “…I can’t tell if you made some of those up or not.”
<Deveraux> holds up his walking stick again and grasps the bottom part with his left hand and pulls the blade a few inches from the wooden scabbard. “This is a zatoichi. It is a straight katana.” He lets Cian get a look at the blade but not touch it. After a very short time he pushes it closed and it again looks like a simple black walking stick. “The scimitar was mostly used in the Middle East under various names depending on the heritage of
who you ask. The gladius is a Roman short sword commonly used by the Centurions and gladiators. The khopesh is Egyptian in origin and is, more or less, a combination between a sword and an axe. I have one I can show you if you are interested.”
⋠Cian⋡ inspects the blade curiously then slowly nods as Deveraux speaks. “Oh ok. I think I know what most of those are. Just didn’t know what the fuck they were called. I would like to see them though, just to make sure I’m thinking of the right shit.”
<Deveraux> “Very well. I shall bring the weapons with me next time I come to the asylum and show them to you.”
⋠Cian⋡ grins enthusiastically. “Awesome. So uh…” He scratches at his scars, as he often does when thinking. “Is there anything you can tell me about the Tremere guys that will be involved in this hunt? I ain’t trying to use you as a spy or some shit like that. I mean like…shit that might piss them off that I woulnd’t think of normally. Manners type stuff.”
<Deveraux> “I have met most of them, I think. There is one elder that I would advise not upsetting. He has white hair so you will know him when you see him. The others seem as you do. by that I mean still somewhat new to our way of life, but I could be mistaken about that. I have not spoken with them all at length. I would simply counsel you to mind your manners and try to not hide insults behind sarcastic comments. A wise man would say little
and see much.”
⋠Cian⋡ sighs and shakes his head. “Very much not my strong point. But I’ll try my best. Zaluut will probably fleshcraft my tongue to my asshole if I don’t so that’ll be a good motivator.” Chuckling darkly, he cracks his neck before continuing. “Probably good that most of them are newbies too. Hopefully that means they aren’t as likely to try anything, and if shit does pop
off we’ll be more evenly matched. Still…better that it doesn’t of course.”
<Deveraux> “What makes you think they will try something? You realize it is possible for enemies to work together for common goals that benefit both sides, yes? Hmm. Or is it that you hope something will happen so you have a reason to strike at them?”
⋠Cian⋡ shakes his head. “Nah it’s not that. And I get the working together bit, seen it and done it before. But…like you said, individuals are different. One of them might decide that the hunt is a good time to try and take out several of us all at once and make it look like the damn creature did it. It’d be a damn smart move if they can pull it off. All it takes is one
of them to think that we are more use dead than undead. It’s not something I want to happen, like I said I don’t hate them or anything, that requires that I know them, but it’s possible. And ignoring possibilities like that can get you real fuck dead, real fuck quick.” He shrugs. “I’m suspicious by nature, man. Seen too much shit not to be. I ain’t gonna try anything and I hope they don’t,
but if shit does go down I wanna be ready, and I wanna make it out.”
<Deveraux> “Still, I have no idea who will be there at the meeting aside from their elder. Also, I do not think you need worry about anything given Zaluut’s command over the earth. They are coming into his domain, after all. Also, to be clear, I do not know the names of those participating yet.”
⋠Cian⋡ nods “Yeah that makes sense. I ain’t gonna try to get you to give up any of their secrets or any shit like that, not that I could if I tried. You got your own thing going, running in the middle. I did that a lot as a kid so I know how it is. I’m probably just being paranoid, ya know? I mean, it’s not like they’re coming with us after the meeting. Which seems like
bullshit since this is apparently their fault somehow but…what the fuck ever. That could be wrong too. Guess we’ll find out one way or another in a couple nights.”
<Deveraux> “I think it is more the fault of whoever laid this curse upon the city. Anyone could have attempted an embrace with other magical assistance and likely created this situation or a similar one. Without knowing the exact nature of the curse it is hard to say.”
⋠Cian⋡ “Hmm…fair point. Curses and stuff are kinda beyond my newbie ass so I have no idea. I’ll take your advice though and be a nice boy. Go in giving them the benefit of the doubt and shit, but still keeping an eye out.”
<Deveraux> “I never said not to keep an eye out. In fact I encouraged just that.” He nods.
⋠Cian⋡ nods. “That’s what I meant.”
<Deveraux> takes out his pocket watch again, as he usually does just before vanishing into thin air and glances at it briefly before returning it to his waistcoat pocket. “You must forgive me but I must be off. Do pay more attention to your surroundings as you walk, my young friend. Did Zaluut give you a practice sword?”
⋠Cian⋡ grins sheepishly. “Yeah I’ll try not to run anyone over. Yeah he gave me one.”
<Deveraux> “You will show me what you have learned, then, when I am here with my weapons. If you wish, that is. For now, I shall take my leave.” He smiles coldly and completely without emotion at Cian as he bows and just ‘pops’ out once he straightens up.
⋠Cian⋡ smirks and shakes his head. “That’ll make three motherfuckers that have cut pieces of me off. Oh well. At least they grow back now.” He chuckles darkly and fades back into the shadows, resuming his wandering.