[North Shore Nights] Chapter Three: Deepening Night.

To Ourobouros


Yuri continues to read for a time. And some time more. Shaking his head, grumbling and cursing. Something about bullshit. Then he turns to grab a book and nearly jumps out of his chair, his Beast raging. Quick, like a flash, it quells. "Goddammit, Ourobouros...oh...if I had a heart..."


OOC: Damned whore.
 
To Valentine


Her appraising look turns to a frown. "No, staking you and feeding you to the pigs would be too cruel to my swine. Whatever will become of you!" Taking on a pose herself, she places the back of her own hand on her brow and bending backward at the knee, almost completely back horizontially.
 
Ourobouros


Contrite, it lowers its head. Its chin brushes the floor.


"I'm sorry, Yuri. Just testing a new shape. Do you know the ceilings of the far east wing make for veritable highways? I'm sorry to disturb you, incidentally."
 
Valentine


Theatrically, Valentine swoops in, catching her. Grinning, he looks down into her face.


"Wanna hit the rough part of town and start a barfight?"
 
To Ourobouros


"I imagine they do, the rats are a problem in there sometimes." Yuri settles himself in the chair, pushing back to face you." You've noticed his odd habit of smoking a pipe. There it rests on a stand next to the books. Filled with a black shag, unlit. For obvious reasons. His hand is restless, as if wanting to grab it. "What has this new shape shown you?"
 
To Valentine


She laughs like a schoolgirl. "Anything but Dirge or Ellerson's. That place is a hole unfit for Nossys."
 
Ourobouros


"Well, not to sound trite, but it has given me a fresh appreciation for new perspectives. Viewed from sufficent height, one of the carpets on the second floor is a monochromatic and simplified version of the Sistine Chapel's ceiling. I cannot help but wonder whose idea that was."
 
To Ourobouros


Yuri seems astonished for a second, before fishing up his pipe and clapping it between his protruding fangs. "I think I was told once that Conway, the man who built this house, was quite...eccentric. That may be it. Or God knows what." Thoughtfully, he adds, "Have you ever thought what exactly your childer will be like, Ourobouros? They won't be exactly like you at all. At least creation-wise."
 
Ourobouros


It nods, rearing up into a roughly bipedal stance.


"I have wondered. I understand the theory behind an Embrace, but I am.... curious, about the outcome. Flesh of my flesh, as it were." There is something portentous in its tone.


"But that is some time away - I must master my condition personally before I begin inflicting it so fully on others. Although... Yuri, where do you think I may find a Vampiric test-subject for my abilities? I have recorded and studied the effects on mortals at length, but I consider that inconclusive."
 
Ourobouros


"I merely wish to examine the effects of my external flesh manipulation on another Kindred - can they recover from the effects? Can they even be affected? What are the parameters for its function? It may prove useful against these demons roaming the night, since they take bodies - why not turn the body into a prison for them, you see?"
 
To Ourobouros


"An interesting line of thought. But I'd think rather hard on that second one. What if it can't be reversed? If it can't I'd say you'll have someone trying very, very hard to take your throat out..."
 
Garrison Blake


Another bow to his mentor. "Thank you, sifu. Your diligence is appreciated. I am going to step out for a bit. If it's not too much trouble, you can contact me on my cell phone when you've talked to your associate."


Blake leaves the library, nodding to Yuri and the Ourobouros on his way out. He is feeling restless, and the thought of staying in the Chapter House all night is stifling. Not that being outside in the starless night is any better, but it is preferable to being indoors. Outside he goes....
 
Ourobouros


'Indeed. Perhaps I will suggest to the Prefect that I may experiment with those sentenced to face the sunrise... Barbarous of me, perhaps, but so were the vivisections of the past to which modern medicine owes so much'


It skitters towards a window, pausing.


'I'm sorry, Yuri. I am restless. I feel like whatever is out there may come for me again...."
 
To Blake


You walk. You'll hit Main in about ten minutes. Quiet, as it has been for some nights. Scaffolding has replaced the police tape at the near side of the city's main plaza where the blaze burned out the building hit by Ourobouros' demon attacker. They rebuild and soldier on in this city. That's commendable in its own way. The nights have been getting colder since the leaves changed and rain is in the air.


Or at least in the distance. Train horns and thunder in the distance. The world turns and the stars die out.


You'll end up near Philip-Main, somewhere around is Jack's Nightly. But something else catches your mind's eye. The feel of two beasts nearby. One familiar, the other new. Valentine and someone else?
 
To Ourobouros


"I can understand that old man, but really, you may have just been in the wrong place at the wrong time? I've told you several times, you had no way of knowing that...that event would happen. It's-well, uh, rather impossible to fathom. Things have begun to become beyond strange here. Look at the northern part of the county. Damned warzone. The kine are in a stir and fretful. The Masquerade teeters on the edge some nights due to Unaligned going wild and throwing Djomon's peace in his face. Thank God for Carthian Law, I say. It's probably saved more lives than we care to know."


The old Haunt pauses, taking a risk and throwing an eye to the Castellan. "Is it alright, Elderton?"


The Castellan nods, his face like stone.


Yuri lights his pipe. Fragrant smoke none of you can smell fills the room. "I think the Prince may owe you that much. Especially after we brought you to tell him." Indeed. That was quite an evening.
 
Annabelle


"Oh, you know. Work, life, the same old." She can't help but keep a self-satisfied smirk from lifting her lips. Her affair with Adulio was turning out much more interesting than she had originally thought, and her slow but sure erosion of Jack's influence on the town gave her an immense feeling of pride in herself.


OOC: Dammit, this is the fifth time I've tried to post at work, and I keep getting interrupted. How dare my boss expect productivity from me? :P xD
 
Valentine


"Anywhere the lady asks. After all, my mother always said..." Valentine's head snaps up, mid-sentence. His beast stirs slightly, then settles down at familiarity.


"Selene, there's a friend of mine I'd like you to meet." Valentine starts to walk, heading toward Blake.
 
To Valentine


OOC: Success! She doesn't freak out.


"Is my boy making friends!? Awww." There's so much sugar in that 'aww' it makes you want to hurl. She tenses for a moment, but gets a catty little grin she always gets when she meets her 'inferior' in these situations. Those full lips part in an almost breathy exhalation.
 
To Anna


"Uh-huh." Some of the kids don't miss it. Cherry and Curly certainly don't.


"Annabelle's got a man. He's one of the tall dark and handsome types." She laughs, smirking. Which is true. She HAS seen Adulio out and about with you.


Cherry mock swoons.


OOC: Of course he wants the work. But he can wait between posts. :P
 
Annabelle


She laughs in her tinkling way, and smiles at Curly. The girl is much prettier now that she has hair, Annabelle thinks. She has come out of her shell quite a bit since she started lessons, and she enjoys herself immensely. "Well, yes, I do have a man now. It's been quite a while since I had a... I suppose you could call it steady, relationship."
 
Ourobouros


Ourobouros remembers it well. It forgot its trouble in the brief moment as Djomon adjusted to its feminine form - fortunately without cracking a smile, that could've ended poorly.


"It would have to wait for the next Elysium, anyway. Maybe I will go and find Blake - I'd feel safer on the streets that way."


Unspoken is the intimation that perhaps other Kindred are as worrying to it lately as whatever else haunts the night.
 
Valentine


Valentine rolls his eyes. "Despite evidence to the contrary, I can't plot the murder of everyone I meet. Anyway, he's the Gangrel I told you about, I thought you'd be interested."
 
Gavin


"Lucrecia, lovely as always." He returns the kiss gently and 'politely' leers.


"I feel so much the better for having seen you - and while I have you I simply must compliment you on the security detail, they're most thorough. I'm moderately certain I was almost shot at by someone out there tonight." He chuckles and shakes his head.
 
To Ourobouros


"Blake just made an exit, Ourobouros, you would be wise to change shape before going out to catch him anyhow. I can see the witch hunters and pitchforks now if you go out like that." Elderton guffaws and goes back to rearranging some of the books in the library. "Pitchforks, ha!"
 
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