Valentina and Jacob

[Caiaphas Redfern]

I'm really enjoying the incredibly nuanced RP there - wish I could write like that. And even as my heart screams "Run, Swainswick! Run away!", another crueler part of me desperately wants to see how this develops.

[Valentina Audley]

Yeah, he's screwed

Also I'm sorry to disappoint, but that concludes the current chapter of 'How Valentina Plays With Her Toys'! But don't be too disheartened, we have plans for (many) more in the future!

(Also I adore boards rp and am happy to have more rp with anyone who would like to!)

[Caiaphas Redfern]

I'd be glad to take you up on that one day. If Cai survives another session, that is. War. What is it good for? Absolutely nothing. Ugh! (say it again, sista)

[Jacob Swainswick]

Should you ever have the chance to call upon our boutique, sir, you would be most welcome.

[Caiaphas Redfern]

Fat chance. Have you noticed how shabby Caiaphas dresses? Valentina'd turn him out on his ear as a tramp. Now his childe on the other hand might make a sartorially suitable envoy...

[Jacob Swainswick]

If you would permit me to be so bold, sir, I have yet to encounter a gentleman who is entirely a lost sartorial cause. Maybe something in a dark tweed; perhaps a Norfolk for that casual chap-about-the-town look.

[Caiaphas Redfern]

A nice thought, dear sir. But I think you'll find that a vampire who was brought up to despise gaudy fashion even in his breathing days may be the exception that proves your rule. You want to dress him pretty, you'll need to stake him first.

[Jacob Swainswick]

Of course. Would sir take that in the mahogany or the ash?

[Caiaphas Redfern]

Ebony, if you please, to match my black heart.

[Jacob Swainswick]

An excellent choice, sir. I have just the mallet to drive it home.