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Bath Camarilla The Roleplay Forum! 2020-04-07T18:56:09+00:00 https://bathcamarilla.com/feed.php?f=99 2020-04-07T18:56:09+00:00 2020-04-07T18:56:09+00:00 https://bathcamarilla.com/viewtopic.php?t=379&p=9970#p9970 <![CDATA[Half Moon Tavern • Re: Trying to Get Home]]>
She glanced up, and had to hesitate a moment for her introduction. "Good evening, I am Angelina Fontaine, Neonate of clan Toreador." She introduced with a shy dip of her head. As for the request for something interesting about her she was about to give her usual response but was beaten to it and had to catch herself.

"Uhm, is there anything you would find interesting? I have only been released a year, so I am not sure there would be much that has happened in my short time that would interest anyone here. I mean... My sire is the Toreador Primogen Verity, in Aquae Sulis..." She tried to find something of interest she could say so she wasn't just answering with "nothing" as she was instructed not to.

Statistics: Posted by Bronwyn93 — Tue Apr 07, 2020 6:56 pm

]]> 2020-04-07T01:22:55+00:00 2020-04-07T01:22:55+00:00 https://bathcamarilla.com/viewtopic.php?t=379&p=9968#p9968 <![CDATA[Half Moon Tavern • Re: Trying to Get Home]]>
"Indeed it must." He says, closing the topic for now.

He looks over finally noticing Angelina. How wonderful, another Neonate

"Quite right, perhaps some new blood is exactly what this evenings conversation requires. You may begin by furnishing us with an introduction. Then, as my fine friend here has requested, tell us your story"

To those that can see, his aura takes on the strange faint qualities of both whimsy and hunger.

Statistics: Posted by Uriah — Tue Apr 07, 2020 1:22 am

]]> 2020-03-28T00:37:06+00:00 2020-03-28T00:37:06+00:00 https://bathcamarilla.com/viewtopic.php?t=384&p=9821#p9821 <![CDATA[Half Moon Tavern • Re: If You Go Down to the Woods Tonight [Private]]]>
"Ahh!" A breathy groan as he rolled his neck under Lucita's touch, hard bone slowly breaking the skin under her fingertips as his horns made their slow appearance. "No neural damping - interferes with my Koldunism this far from my home soil."

He turned his head into her palm, one of his curled horns grazing against her knuckles. He shuddered again, this time with a clearer indication of pleasure. Her nails felt like so many bolts of static rippling across his scalp. He closed his eyes and a small, nostalgic smile formed on his lips as he listened to her husky tones recounting her past exploits.

Mi príncipe dragón.

His eyes opened at the sound of his mother tongue, hazel irises seeming to glow in the starlight. The sound of the old Romanian from her lips clearly had a profound impact on the Tzimisce. He regarded Lucita with a curious expression, one hard to discern the meaning behind. He hesitated, made a small shake of his head and leaned down, bringing his face close to hers.

"Freedom is all I want for you, my dear old friend."

He spoke very quietly in Romanian, his lips grazing Lucita's forehead before he pressed a kiss just between her eyebrows. He exhaled heavily against her skin then drew himself up to kneel upright in between her legs. His long hair hung down in front of his shoulders, covering his chest before it grazed his hips but otherwise he was entirely naked.

"The haven where Asterius will meet us is outside of city boundaries, in fact. As such, I still think you should take the scenic route on my back," A small, shrew smile before he cast his gaze out to the entrance of the cave, "One more night here, did you suggest? I could think of worse hollows to stay in... with worse company."

He laughed and sat back on his haunches, his hands now resting on each of Lucita's knees and he looked down at her.

Statistics: Posted by Myca Vykos — Sat Mar 28, 2020 12:37 am

]]> 2020-03-26T04:56:49+00:00 2020-03-26T04:56:49+00:00 https://bathcamarilla.com/viewtopic.php?t=384&p=9721#p9721 <![CDATA[Half Moon Tavern • Re: If You Go Down to the Woods Tonight [Private]]]>
Lucita let that united sound wash over her and ease something in her soul. Let it soothe the last month, the last century. Let it plunge her back, briefly, into another time - a darker time, but a simpler time - with all the benefits now of age and understanding. Her own voice died naturally but she raised a hand to drag her fingers gently through the hair that shielded them both, from temple to scalp. Slid her index finger over the area she was used to seeing horns.

"And you have always been a silvertongue," she admonished, but pleasure sparked in her aura and the elder's expression mismatched the tone entirely. Indeed the word 'inevitable' had brought about a very serious, and tender, look.

"Myca the politician, Vykos the torturer... the mastermind, the mad magi. I worried a lot for you, when your stories came on the wind to me." Her smile wavered. "I worried. But I understand why you chased those pots of gold. In this world, I understand why any Cainite wants power - and it is not always for greed."

She watched him, unwilling to put words to the reality of Vykos' enchainment. It would only sour the conversation. Thus, she moved on rapidly. "Though I am sure that many times it was. You fat treasure purse."

She snickered. "Non, Myca, we are not riding into London on giant wolf-dragon alien creature, whatever you are in that form. Mithras will kill you. And then he will kill me. Discreet...." she rounded off with a few Spanish curses, fond but exasperated. "You have taunted that Methuselah enough, neh?"

Lucita paused, suddenly looking very sober. "You will always find something; it will never reach that point. I will ensure it." A touch, ghost, to the outermost edge of his dark eyebrow. She lifted her nose enough that it touched his, and relaxed again.

"Besides, eh? Who am I to judge. I travel with Lunatic, chasing myths and stories and tomb-robbing more than not. All the work I achieved in Aragon for my Clan, I did just to have breathing room. Buy time. Grow stronger - but for what? The same thing as everyone, at heart, wants. Simple freedom. It is no great difference to your story, mi príncipe dragón, when one peers close enough through the looking glass."

Statistics: Posted by L . — Thu Mar 26, 2020 4:56 am

]]> 2020-03-26T00:52:15+00:00 2020-03-26T00:52:15+00:00 https://bathcamarilla.com/viewtopic.php?t=383&p=9700#p9700 <![CDATA[Half Moon Tavern • Re: After the Fight [Private RP, Upstairs Bedroom]]]>
He swallowed hard and frowned; his full focus on the middle distance, and his pupils very small. "We'll - see you - later. Thank you Keane - I mean - Primogen."

Statistics: Posted by Anton — Thu Mar 26, 2020 12:52 am

]]> 2020-03-26T00:18:06+00:00 2020-03-26T00:18:06+00:00 https://bathcamarilla.com/viewtopic.php?t=383&p=9699#p9699 <![CDATA[Half Moon Tavern • Re: After the Fight [Private RP, Upstairs Bedroom]]]>
"You must be jok - ah no thank you, sire." Raife backtracked and coughed, trying to cover his unnecessary rudeness, "I came from the room I have already paid for, in fact."

Raife rubbed the swollen bruise on his face and got to his feet, trying to offer Anton an arm as he did so.

"Do you require me to return directly to the house? I have some matters..." Raife seemed distracted by Anton and his steadiness, not meeting Keane's gaze and lacking his usual directness, "Yes, tomorrow then. Farewell."

Statistics: Posted by Raife Black — Thu Mar 26, 2020 12:18 am

]]> 2020-03-26T00:09:59+00:00 2020-03-26T00:09:59+00:00 https://bathcamarilla.com/viewtopic.php?t=383&p=9698#p9698 <![CDATA[Half Moon Tavern • Re: After the Fight [Private RP, Upstairs Bedroom]]]> "I agree, it has been quite lively enough for me already, I don't really feel like returning downstairs just yet. Were you both going to stay in here? Or..." He trails off, he doesn't have the heart to throw them out given the state that Anton is in right now. His own sense of privacy was beggining to rankle though. Too much time spent in the presence of other court members. He was already wishing he could have just found a Cave to spend his night in, enjoy the storm from a closer vantage point.
"The storm looks heavy, we shall have the chance to speak tomorrow. Perhaps that would be better, or at the House." again, he trails away, feeling the unpleasant closeness of his wet robes.

Statistics: Posted by Posh-Tim — Thu Mar 26, 2020 12:09 am

]]> 2020-03-25T23:59:49+00:00 2020-03-25T23:59:49+00:00 https://bathcamarilla.com/viewtopic.php?t=383&p=9697#p9697 <![CDATA[Half Moon Tavern • Re: After the Fight [Private RP, Upstairs Bedroom]]]>
He settled a fraction closer into the aristocrat's space, as Raife leaned marginally into him. Anton decided not to press his luck on the Vortigern topic; he knew that he'd only get angry if Raife expressed that he was a fan of their line's progenitor. Anton, meanwhile, did not like Vortigern. Could not like Vortigern. Would not like Vortigern.

"I'll heal if I can get a bit of rest," Anton repeated, sounding suddenly very tired. "Can't we just use all this as an excuse to go to bed? I know I got out of it - that was a mistake, and I regret it now."

Statistics: Posted by Anton — Wed Mar 25, 2020 11:59 pm

]]> 2020-03-25T23:26:10+00:00 2020-03-25T23:26:10+00:00 https://bathcamarilla.com/viewtopic.php?t=383&p=9696#p9696 <![CDATA[Half Moon Tavern • Re: After the Fight [Private RP, Upstairs Bedroom]]]> Vortigern.

Raife's eyes widened, his upper lip curling back a fraction as he leaned forward - all the muscles in his core tightening to move him against his will. Something white hot and ugly was rising deep in his chest - an awful combination of rage, jealously and fear.

As he fought his Beast, Anton's voice sounded just behind him - oddly quiet and resigned for fiery spirit that Raife knew. Something in his tone helped to ally Raife's Beast, replacing the rage with concern and more than a small dose of shame.

"Quite right, quite right," Raife muttered, leaning back again - this time a little closer to Anton, "He is of no import - it just rankles me that such a nonentity laid a finger on you."

Raife uttered this aside but seemed to have forgotten all embarrassment, his aura taking on an exhausted, exasperated nature as it expanded from him in frustrated release.

Statistics: Posted by Raife Black — Wed Mar 25, 2020 11:26 pm

]]> 2020-03-25T23:09:38+00:00 2020-03-25T23:09:38+00:00 https://bathcamarilla.com/viewtopic.php?t=383&p=9695#p9695 <![CDATA[Half Moon Tavern • Re: After the Fight [Private RP, Upstairs Bedroom]]]> his opinion, hitting someone was a darn sight less severe than what Raife had done to Anton. But equally, he didn't want Keane a part of that domestic.

"You can't just rip a Gangrel in two -" Anton said dramatically, and made to roll his eyes, but no one could see him, and no one was listening.

"I don't care who embraced him again. He's not a Malkavian, will never be a Malkavian. And should get lost."

Clearly, his offer of help having been snubbed, Anton was back to the previous.

"Can we stop talking about him now?"

Statistics: Posted by Anton — Wed Mar 25, 2020 11:09 pm

]]> 2020-03-25T22:58:22+00:00 2020-03-25T22:58:22+00:00 https://bathcamarilla.com/viewtopic.php?t=383&p=9694#p9694 <![CDATA[Half Moon Tavern • Re: After the Fight [Private RP, Upstairs Bedroom]]]> "Well, when Jean-Jacques became temporarily human, he fled the occasion. But he got stopped and returned to the Manor by, um, Vortigern."
He doesn't explain any more, expecting they can both fill in the gaps.
"So now he could be seen as the Childe of one of three different kindred. It's more than a little complicated. I was hoping not to get all mixed up in it but I don't imagine that is going to be possible now. He doesn't respond directly to Anton, given that his ire seems mostly focussed upon Raife.

Statistics: Posted by Posh-Tim — Wed Mar 25, 2020 10:58 pm

]]> 2020-03-25T22:36:18+00:00 2020-03-25T22:36:18+00:00 https://bathcamarilla.com/viewtopic.php?t=383&p=9693#p9693 <![CDATA[Half Moon Tavern • Re: After the Fight [Private RP, Upstairs Bedroom]]]>
"Well I did hit him, Anton. I think I am supposed to apologise for hitting my sire-cum-Primogen," Raife retorted, clearly stinging from a comment he found to hit quite close to the bone.

"Wasn't the fucking cane - wait, what is he if he isn't a Brujah. Well then, fuck his important sire! They're not his sire anymore, eh?"

Raife's spoke to the room but his gaze still flitted periodically to Anton out of the corner of his eye, clearly concerned even though his companion seemed to be making a rapid recovery.

"Christ, tell me he is now the childe of some nobody Gangrel or other - I'll rip the bastard in two."

Statistics: Posted by Raife Black — Wed Mar 25, 2020 10:36 pm

]]> 2020-03-24T18:44:06+00:00 2020-03-24T18:44:06+00:00 https://bathcamarilla.com/viewtopic.php?t=384&p=9690#p9690 <![CDATA[Half Moon Tavern • Re: If You Go Down to the Woods Tonight [Private]]]>
"I remember," He murmured, his voice strangely serious for a moment before he drew himself up on his forearms again and looked down at Lucita, "Even when our paths did not cross for centuries, I thought often of you. I would hear stories of your travels and your deeds - oft times I would revel in them, others I would disapprove. Whatever my opinion, I knew I would anticipate the next tale. You have always been inevitable - and of course, unforgettable."

He smiled faintly with this last comment in an effort to lighten his tone, shifting his weight onto one arm so that he could tame a couple of Lucita's stray hairs with his free hand.

"Do you think we would get into terrible trouble if you rode my zulo form back towards London? I could be more discreet once we neared the city..."

The amused smile twitching at the corner of his lips suggested a joke but his tone was deadly serious.

"As for curious eras, do you not think my existence has been one long, poorly judged era of curiosity? In fact, Lucita, I personally charge you to execute me when I become indifferent. I am sure you will always be able to find something to pique my interest, however."

Statistics: Posted by Myca Vykos — Tue Mar 24, 2020 6:44 pm

]]> 2020-03-24T00:47:20+00:00 2020-03-24T00:47:20+00:00 https://bathcamarilla.com/viewtopic.php?t=384&p=9689#p9689 <![CDATA[Half Moon Tavern • Re: If You Go Down to the Woods Tonight [Private]]]> have seen Niketas summon golems and elementals," Lucita offers, shamefully compelled to defend him. She lets the subject drop with some relief, the creeping unease returning to her aura. The elder's gaze unfocusses instead onto the middle distance.

It's with a soft noise that she welcomes the massage; Lucita focussed her thoughts on Vykos instead, from where his fingers knead little circles of fire into her tired abdominals. She'd been over-training a lot, lately.

She noticed, all too easily, the change in the Tzimisce's energy. Didn't comment on it now, but it brought to mind their recent conversation, on powers. Necromancy drew on the same plane - or at least one level of it - as abyssal mysticism. Lucita was unsurprised that the conflict between their practices was less now. They'd aged, they'd grown, their Beasts had matured with it. But even Beasts knew allies, and the fires of the Inquisition had united some in blood. Why else would we be driven to procreate? Whether the will of Antideluvians or no, we all understand Bonds.

Lucita relaxed her muscles and lay back gratefully, holding still while Vykos worked. "Hmm. That makes sense, when you put it that way. I thought it was very hypocritical. To me, death is dirty. Is like... rot, you know? But I did not think of death as the part beyond that transition. Something more abstract, or icy. A nothingness. Death to them is more about souls then, not bodies?"

A short intake of air - a peaceful thing, part moan - and Lucita felt the rest of the gathered tension go; it eased out into the ground, to sink into the earth and be neutralised, she liked to imagine, by an endless element or force. Her shoulders dropped, finally, and she turned her face into the soil, cooling her cheek.

"I remove my clothes when I 'insist on playing in the dirt,' as he puts it."

She laughs, a low breath of noise. Idly, Lucita wonders what will become of all this, tries not to think on it hard, and puts it aside to focus on the sensations in her belly. Makes a small clicking sound to the cat nearby. Didn't much expect it to move. Lucita still can't quite get her mind around Vykos owning anything, let alone a pet. And no matter how much he justified it as anything else - to her: it was a pet. Lucita thinks a goldfish would have been better. The cat looked half dead already.

Vykos' voice had a gloriously rich tenor that brought together the alchemical constituents of the place, united its sleepy elements: the black earth and dry-packed ground; the scraps of linen-soft moss; the rain that wasn't letting up; the dome of roots and the hushed kingdom of fungi and forest.

Lucita wasn't focussing thus, when the Tzimisce rolled on top of her in one smooth motion of weight. A startled low noise - she let out an Oofph of air, her nose grazing Vykos' as she swung her face back with a shock. She felt her body press that bit more into the depth of the ground.

It took a few seconds to register his smile. Immediately, Lucita relaxed her muscles again. Slid one knee out slightly, which opened her hips to him, and spread his weight more evenly across her pelvis.

"Eh?" she blinks, subliminally catching up. "Oh your zulo... Ah!" She chuckled. "Non, it was you on me. I think you were in a curious era. I would do something with a tentacle and I swear you would spend a moment considering whether you wanted to fuck it a while out of interest - or not."

Most times, they'd sat astride one another, too reistant to bodily shackles to permit the customary logistics. Those were early years - hot years - when the ghosts of their sires and mentors and once-demons were there with them, just behind the eyelids.



Yes, well. That was then.

Lucita smiled softly, studying the lines and plane's of Vykos' face like she would a painting she loved, passed by every day to look at. Centuries passed. Now time had reclaimed it, locked it away in their separate lives but occasionally they'd came back to a sense of home.

"I remember you making some very good noises though," she rolled her hips lewdly, with a dangerousoly narrowed gaze. "Are you saying is so forgetable? Neh?"

Statistics: Posted by L . — Tue Mar 24, 2020 12:47 am

]]> 2020-03-23T23:36:32+00:00 2020-03-23T23:36:32+00:00 https://bathcamarilla.com/viewtopic.php?t=384&p=9688#p9688 <![CDATA[Half Moon Tavern • Re: If You Go Down to the Woods Tonight [Private]]]>
"I do not know how to measure his skill. It has been a long while since I have witnessed any Thaumaturgical practice. I do not understand his methods - this does not mean they are good."

Before he could comment on how to measure Duke's spine or lack thereof, Lucita was taking liberties with his nether regions. He halfheartedly threw some soil in her general direction but the great lady ignored his antics and continued speaking. Vykos' smile changed from a wry little suggestion into a softer, more nostalgic expression as he watched Lucita stretch against the earth - a dark, feline shape as elegant as any panther. Without inhibition, he reached out and rested his his hand on her lower belly just as she pressed her lower back into the earth. His smile widened as he felt the familiar blackness of her power expand and contract against his own, enjoying how their respective energies experienced less conflict these nights than they had many centuries before.

"It is my understanding," Vykos began slowly, his hand gradually working firm circles into the muscles of Lucita's stomach as he spoke, "That the Cappadocians think of Death and the Dead as quite clean - what horrifies even Cainites no longer turns their icy stomachs. It is the living things that feed off the Dead that seem to concern Asterius - he does not like graveworms, beetles, fungi... the things that eat and creep in the detritus."

Vykos' fingers pressed against Lucita's solar plexus - no pressure of power at all, just physical pressure as he enjoyed the connection to the earth that his companion was experiencing.

"Besides, I wash my body. I remove my clothes when I insist on playing in the dirt, as he puts it. A little compromise."

He gave a little shrug and almost chuckled but the sound was swallowed by the loud purr of a gaunt silver tabby sleeping on the neat pile of his robes that sat on a rock at the back of the hollow.

"Hm. We could find a carriage. I have faster means of travel in other forms on this plane but they are not - ah. Respectful of the Masquerade?"

He laughed aloud now and rolled atop of Lucita in one fluid motion, his hair cascading in a dark veil around both their faces.

"I do not think you ever rode me in zulo, hm? I think I remember the contrary..."

Statistics: Posted by Myca Vykos — Mon Mar 23, 2020 11:36 pm

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