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TP got me interested in this and I'm brainstorming my character's backstory. Also @The Muse I saw your list of businesses and the first thing I immediately thought with the dive bar was the name 'Diamond in The Rough' just to keep up with the gemstone puns.

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Location | Red Rock
Time | 8:35 PM
Interacting with | Himself --> Everyone Present

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"...It's been a few days since the start of my journey eastward, so far it's been great, I hit the Nevada desert today with the help of a truck driver and we had an excellent conversation. He told me all of his aspirations in life, all the places he's traveled, about his family and ailing mother. I offered my words and condolences, asked him if there was anything I could do, any form of compensation for picking up a wandering traveler such as myself. He declined, but he did appreciate the conversation, noting that he picked up travelers all the time for moments like these. Knowing where my destination was, he stopped at an intersection a few hours into our trip (somewhere near Baker, CA) and told me to keep on heading northeast, that it would get me to the southern most point in Nevada; Red Rock. He mentioned there was a camping ground there and I could probably make it in a day or two if I traveled fast enough. So far, I seem to be making great time, while a day has passed, today's sun is only starting to truly set and while darkness is beginning to spread, there's an idle light off in the distance. Hopefully whoever it belongs to, will allow me to camp with them, it would be nice to sleep among the company of others..."


Closing the worn out journal, Hugo stuffed the container of his current history and knowledge into his backpack; a traveler's pack filled with his worldly (if not smelly) possessions. A smile on his face, and a song in his heart, he continued on his journey east, placing the pencil he'd been writing with back into the handy human slot of his ear and temple. The graphite was rather worn down from his writing and the wood was terribly short from it's length due to his writing, but there was something endearing about using a pencil over pen. While it's true that his notebook was filled with several different types of ink and lead, something about using a pencil made it almost poetic. His memory was terrible, he'd known that from a young age, but using a pencil was almost like the real thing for him. Ink can be burned on the paper it is pressed into, but lead and graphite can be chosen to be erased; ergo while Hugo's memory was burned from him every day like ink, a pencil was his choice to burn that memory, it gave a sense of control. This all being said, Hugo was not one to abandon a memory that he experienced, and he's never chosen to 'burn' a memory that he's written down. He had the choice to remove a memory if he wanted to, but to Hugo, life was an experience he never wanted to forget, thus he wrote everything down, including the group of youths he was about to stumble upon.

The trucker had indeed been right, noting that there was a campsite in this area, it would certainly be more preferable than sleeping on the sandy ground, using a rock as a pillow in the harsh Nevada desert... well it would most likely still be the same given the circumstances of the group in front of him. As Hugo approached he noticed many of the faces there seemed either defeated, disheveled, or down right disappointed. Most likely not the best group to approach, but given his nature he couldn't help but at least try to interact with these youthful individuals who looked nearly a decade younger than him. As he got closer he called out to them.

"Bonjour Monsieurs~! Mademoiselles~! A fine night around the fire, no?!"

Without necessarily asking permission, he un-slung his backpack in between a couple of the members of the group there and sat down on it. Noticing the music playing on their device he couldn't help but take the guitar off his back and harmonize to notes being played, strumming his fingers along the strings, matching note for note in real time to the radio playing. Looking around to the group, a wide smile on his face he spoke, "My apologies les amis if I interrupted, I am simply another traveler looking to explore the world and your fire seemed so inviting." Continuing to strum along, looking down to his guitar and occasionally tuning it, he looked back and, same wide smile as before, "How has your day been?"


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The hallway echoed with footsteps as a lone figure walked along its path, each step more dignified than the last as though each foot were critiquing the other per pace. Alphaeus Alaric, glided down the halls to the conference chamber, just as he had many times before, his steely gaze facing forward, only for it to wander occasionally to his wrist watch, mindful of his timing. The night had indeed been long, but not for the same reasons as some of the other 'honored guests' among the estate. No, Alaric had been carefully minding the shipments of various 'products' just as he has always done, with a glass of Merlot in hand, his other hand writing meticulous notes, occasionally shifting to his keyboard to crunch numbers and balance the books. The work of an accountant, money handler, what have you, is never ending and simply cannot enjoy the pleasantries of the flesh and drink; though considering what was in his glass, he didn't really need any more excitement.

Regardless of the previous night's events, when the call was sounded for an immediate meeting, Alaric simply logged what he had done and begun making his way towards his Lord and family at the meeting hall. As he approached the doors, he adjusted the tie to his 3-Piece Suit pulled his leather gloves taut, not being one to dirty his hands or anything else that he potentially touched and with a firm push from his palms, opened the door. As he stepped inside he gazed around the room, noting anyone that was and wasn't present. While primarily most were of Tepes decent, there were still a few others that had yet to arrive, though having checked his watch earlier, it was clear that there was still time. As they say, to be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late, and to be late...well was unacceptable and to Dmitri, even punishable.

As he strode into the room he was sure to give a brief greeting to those who were currently available "Ladies, Gentleman," before turning to Dmitri, right hand over his heart, the left extended out, Alaric bowed as was tradition, "My Lord." Before standing upright and taking his seat near the front, waiting patiently for the rest of the guests to file in so that the meeting could take place. As the minutes ticked by, more and more of the vampires came filing in and though some were pushing their luck as he kept a close eye on his watch, none was more insulting than Dmitri's own children filing in disheveled and ragged from the previous night of shenanigans. Alaric's brows furrowed in contempt at the Tepes children; audacious, belligerent and spoiled brats as they were. How it took Dmitri any resolve to not rip their spines from their disrespectful bodies was beyond Alaric, but he had to respect his Lord's patience if nothing else.

Once the children arrived the doors were shut, and without further ado the meeting began...or rather the announcement. What Alaric heard was both a surprise and a rather opportune moment. Based on the situation, the children were being thrown to the figurative wolves, they wouldn't have Daddy's income to sustain their rather extravagant lifestyle, they would be on their own. Had this happened centuries ago, they perhaps would have managed, but in the 21st century, with the economy at an all time high, and technology within it's bosom, how would these poor souls survive. He saw all hope fade from their eyes and color drain from their faces, as if that alone was hard enough to believe a thing. Alaric's mind was full of possibilities, himself having been a vampire lord only for his reputation to crumble due to Tepes rule, he himself couldn't rise back to power, but perhaps through his children, he could make a fierce and frozen revenge scheme. It would require time, assets, things he didn't fully possess but...he could make it happen, now however was not the time, he needed this new development to sink in to the princes. For now, there was one thing he could assist within their fall and rise to power; speaking directly to at least one Prince's father.

As soon as Dmitri stood and exited the room, Alaric followed and inquired, "My Lord, considering this recent...development, what would you have me do with your child's rather lackluster accounts and finances?"
If there's room I'd be interested in joining
With the amounts of pans in this RP, I'm starting to fear for any kitchens we may all come across.


Nudez


Well to be fair, its a very niche fetish, and I'd like to share a couple from my 'totally not porn' file. Not for the faint of heart.


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