<Phillip> arrived at the brownstone building on his motorcycle and wearing his motorcycle leathers a few hours after sunset. Afterall, he needed to grab a quick bite before arriving at Durmah’s. With his usual confidence he pulled off his helmet, tucked it under his arm, and headed for the front door
<Phillip> stumbles in his step as he reaches the door and has to quickly place his hand on the doorframe to steady himself as he sucks in a sharp breath, “Oh, fuck…”
<durmah> would be waiting with Altaryn at the main level, and seeing Phillip stumble has her raising her brows. She glances to Altaryn, and then steps forwards to open the door.
<Phillip> smiled cheerfully when he saw Durmah and shrugged, “Apparently I have a bad feeling about this.” He stepped into the shop, however, and swept Durmah into a small dip to place a gentle kiss on her lips, “But I still came.” He winked at Altaryn as he set her back on her feet, “It’s good to see you too… wants a kiss as well?”
<Durmah> let herself be swept around and even returns the light kiss, even though she’s frowning in concern still.
<Phillip> tilts his head with concern of his own at Durmah’s expression, “Is everything ok?” He looked from her to Altaryn questioningly
<Altaryn> only shook his head no at Phillip, at least to the question of a kiss. He seemed to watch over the pair as they greeted each other, and when Phillip asked he took a step back inside. “Please come in.” He would wait to close the door and lock it, allowing Durmah to lead Phillip upstairs.
<Durmah> Sounds amused, though her expression remains serious, “You walk in and stagger about and want to know if things are okay on -my- end?” She’ll shake her head at him, and lead Phillip towards the elevator upstairs.
<Phillip> chuckles as he’s lead off upstairs, “No, just had this really odd feeling that everything was crumbling around me. It’s wasn’t pleasant, but it’s gone now.” He shrugged to Altaryn and Durmah both, “Happen’s now and then.”
<Altaryn> “Yes. It has been an unfortunate side effect of….well roll the roulette wheel of our current threats and pick one. I can’t be sure anymore,” he admitted with a sigh. “Anyway, welcome. Durmah can tell you more about our plans for the building. For now though, we have a place on the middle floor which should be protected from David. You remember the statue,” he asked curiously. “We have tested it, and I feel confident to
extend my hospitality to you, should you wish to spend the day in town or to be closer to Durmah. There is just one little detail I believe we should be clear on, if your interest in my vassal is to continue.”
<Phillip> pauses, his expression turning uncharacteristically grim, “Thank you, Altaryn. I don’t take the invitation of hospitality lightly. From you or Durmah. And I am glad there is a safe place for her now.” He lets out a breath, continuing to sober, “And I understand, Altaryn. She is yours and I have been fortunate that you have allowed this to continue as long as it has. I’m not interested in challenging you for her.”
<Durmah> doesn’t correct that the safe room is on the upper floor, but hey. She did relax (weirdly enough) at hearing why he stumbled. After all, she was fairly used to that, and she knew well that it could make one dizzy… especially when trying to open a door to a three story building that was mostly above you. She looks between the pair of men, expression serious and sober now. She hadn’t
heard the requirements, yet, either.
<Altaryn> indeed led them to the third floor despite what he told Phillip, and didn’t seem to notice anything was odd about it. He does glance back to Phillp though, once they reach the door and he holds it open for them both. “That is good to hear. I like you Phillip. And I trust you enough that I’m comfortable sharing this small refuge with you. Comfortable enough that I trust you with my vassal. However. Now that you are kindred,
Phillip, we need to be clear. You will not feed from my vassal without my advance permission. Nor will you feed her your blood, unless it is the only way to save her life. Lastly, you will never force her to do something she is uncomfortable with.”
<Phillip> took in a slow breath as he heard the terms. Phillip wouldn’t be able to deny that he wanted to feed from Durmah. He followed the path of Cathari. He looked from Durmah to Altaryn and after a moment he nodded slowly and with resolve, because it would take resolve not to indulge and break his word, “I understand, Altaryn. I won’t feed on her without your permission and I will not try to feed her my blood or force her.” He glanced to Durmah,
“You have my word, for what it is worth.”
<Durmah> smiles wrily, “I appreciate that bit added about ‘unless it is the only way to save her life.'” A serious note but in a joking tone. She looks to Phillip, her eyebrows arched a little, “I can still bite -him- though, right? As long as I dont make him bleed without your permission?” She wasn’t worried about the last, given she’d already had him promise that herself.
<Durmah> addresses the question to Altaryn, of course. She knows how Phillip will respond, she’s fairly certain.
<Altaryn> “It is worth a lot to me,” he said….at least until Phillip showed him otherwise. He did, however, imply that with his permissionw as okay. He turned curiously to Durmah at her question and grins. “Of course, though I expect you do have his consent as well.” That would be a two way street. He cared for Phillip, though he was fairly certain the vampire could take care of himself….as long as he could restrain his darker
natures. He turned back to Phillip and explained. “My sire fed from me three times in two years. Once when I was accepted into his service as his ghoul and vassal. Of course the moment he embraced me as his childe. The only other time he was severly injured, low on blood, and barely keeping the beast at bay. He never asked it of me, but I offered. I once asked him why, given how I watched other kindred treat their ghouls. His words made
a lot of sense.” He turned to Durmah then wih a soft smile. “If I were in need where hunting would be a danger, I would of course accept. But Iwill not diminish her ability to serve by taking from here what I am fully capable of getting elsewhere. Nor will I put her at risk by leaving her weak, especially with enemies surrounding us on all sides.”
<Phillip> nodded his head grimly, but he did have a small smirk of delight at the potential of Durmah biting his flesh. He did enjoy pain afterall, “It makes sense. I’ve been fed from often, but not since I came to America… except for that one time when I was killed.” He considers the statement and resolves not feed from Durmah until the threat was passed, “You had an interesting sire, Altaryn. Is that common among the Camarilla?”
<durmah> nods quickly at the reminder to get Phillip’s consent as well at the time they have fun. As for the explination, she’d never heard it either, so she tilts her head curiously as she listens. And though she’s -surprised- she does nod at the wisdom of it. She slides into Altaryn’s side to hug him, and will stand up to kiss his cheek gently. …. And then grins, “Second-hand kiss from
Phillip, too.” Another light kiss and she’ll grin and hop away (if he lets her), to offer Phillip a keyring with the door and appartment keys, and the elevator key card.
<Altaryn> “No. It wasn’t common from the others I had seen. Most other kindred were shocked to find out I wasn’t the typical breakfast.” He was caught a little off guard when Durmah snuck in to give him a hug, and steal the light kisses. But he smiled softly at the pair of them. “I will see if Emily is ready. Should I text you when I park the car?”
<Durmah> nods to him, still smiling, “I’ll come down and help move the supplies up here.”
<Phillip> grins, “I’ll take the second hand kiss. It’s one step closer.” He winks at Altaryn and crosses his arms as he leans back against the wall to admire the view that the pair of the made. “Emily? She’s coming here or we are going somewhere else?”
<Altaryn> “I need to pick up one of my haori and see if she can make adjustments to it before tomorrow night,” he explains. “I was going to ask her to spend the day here, unless she is more comfortable with the mages. She is also my vassal, you will remember.”
<durmah> scoffs a bit, “This floor is not fit to be -seen- really, and I’ve yet to decide how many bedrooms to allocate up here. But for now I was more concerned with the safe room being finished.” She leads him towards the unappealing concrete and steel unit, and pushes open the door. The inside isn’t richly appointed, not with the extra pair of beds in the front room, but she did have the
finish work upgraded to more sturdy materials, but the internet and utilities are connected, with food in place for her and emily. She pauses at the explination to Phillip and nods, looking to Altaryn, “I sent her the basic details. For now if she can just do her best, even if the embroidery isn’t elaborate, I can have the corrected design done for a new formal suit later.”
<durmah> grins, “For that matter, I’m sure there are a few good artists in the square that can be coaxed to draw up the new design in detail. A good thing of a city like New Orleans.”
<Phillip> cants his head to the side, “What is happening tomorrow night?”
<durmah> widens her eyes a little and looks to Altaryn, then back to Phillip. but before she can answer, she takes a startled jump back into the saferoom. She’s peering at the floor though, so likely not a ghost. Just.. you know, creepy shadows.
Durmah speaks in French: “Damn creepy shadows.”
<Altaryn> “The date isn’t certain, but….it is the earliest he could happen,” he explained…or rather didn’t. To Durmah he nodded. “Perhaps hold a contest. We can offer an art grant or scholorship to the winner? What do you-” he stops what hes saying as Durmah starts speaking in tongues. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
<Phillip> shrugs and let’s Altaryn and Durmah keep their secret, be was satisfied with the outcome of the night already
<durmah> flushes, “Sorry. Just… swearing at the floor shadows.” She straightens, clearing her throat, “A scholarship for a student or grant for an adult sounds good… I can contact the company lawyer and find the logistics.” She glances to Phillip, and then back to Altaryn, brows arched a little. “May I explain to him?”
<Altaryn> nodded to Durmah, letting the matter of her other language to herself. “Yes. Please see to it. As to Phillip, he will learn soon enough. But yes, fill him in as you like.” With that he pulled out his phone and sent of a message.
<Phillip> accepted the keys and card before shrugging, “You two don’t need to tell me. I’m not going to horn in on your secrets.”