Fantasy The Configuration - The Dygarian Mansion - Kitchen - [CLOSED]

[mothspit]

Daedric knew well and good that Drevis' home wouldn't be accessible anymore. In the days leading up to the welcoming ceremony, he, Jack, and several others traveled to all of their respective homes to purge the fact they ever lived there. Everything was wiped of prints, any personal items linking back to them was taken and destroyed-- Every single trace of them was removed from this plane of existence. It was kinda sad in its own wright-- Daedric remembered when it was his turn for this sort of thing. It sucked.

"Since you're one of daddy's firstborn, you get to live it up in luxury," He made another grandiose gesture to the rest of the room. Emma's penthouse flat was undeniably gorgeous, but Daedric couldn't deny that a mansion was a lot cooler than a glorified apartment, "But we're cool with you dropping by to hang or whatever. I get its kinda weird being here after... y'know."

Brash though he might of been, even Daedric had a heart. He wasn't nearly as smart as someone like Emma, or even Drevis, but he loved to bro-down with anyone who was willing. If they were cool, so was he. And Hell, if anyone needed their car fixed, he was their guy.

"Just.. don't try anything with her, yeah?" He posed sternly, eyes narrowing. There wasn't much he could do if she decided to make a move on Drevis herself, but if he so much as thought the lawyer was going to make a move, it wouldn't be pretty.

Damafaud

 

[Damafaud]

Drevis Senade
Kitchen
relaxed;drinking
Interaction: mothspit
Mention: -​

"Oh, the death itself does not really bother me," Drevis shrugged nonchalantly. At some point in his career, he placed himself on the scene of murder in order to establish an iron clad alibi. "I am used to witnessing death, but the fact someone could kill for fun is more disconcerting."

The mansion, as a building, would be a very comfortable place to reside in. However, when Drevis considered who owned the mansion, jumping at every opportunity not to stay sounded like a wise idea. He was not too eager to associate with the more inhumane version of himself lest he threw his own morality aside. A turn of heart his unconscious mind would mourn at the same time as it embrace it.

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of doing that. I prefer to know a woman before aiming for her," he raised an eyebrow and smiled, amused at the possessive tone Daedric suddenly took. Who would have thought that vampires could caught love sickness as well? No matter. He was not one to disrupt another's love affair. His sister played matchmaker all the time. Maybe he should try playing cupid.

"I will accept your invitation to hang about, though. I'm not too keen to stay here for longer than necessary."

Drevis raised his glass, a delighted expression on his face.

"How about a toast? To your love pursuit and this dysfunctional family of The Configuration?"

 

[mothspit]

Daedric shrugged. During his human years, he had enough experience with death, too. He didn't take joy in it, but he understood why Ajax did. And not just because of the whole 'i'm crazy and cant control my blood lust' thing.. but that was admittedly a huge part of it his understanding in the first place. Daedric could see why he forced them to play the game, and what it meant-- Because he's seen it before, too. The joy was found in the information found within the game's results; And he didn't mean the death.

"He's testing your loyalty, man," He said, hoisting himself onto one of the counters to sit, "He needs to know if you're gonna be a threat later. Textbook shit, I'm tellin' ya. You should have shot him."

He nodded, "Sweet. Tonight wouldn't be good, but tomorrow night for sure." He shot Drevis a pair of finger guns, "Best to sleep during the day, anyways."

Tonight, he was hoping to hit up the local bar before heading home. He didn't want to hang out at this weird phantom of the opera event that gave him the heebie jeebies anymore than he had to be. Alcohol was well and good, but not when it came from the hands of weirdo psychopaths. Ajax certainly had a flare for the dramatic. He'd hunt for his own booze, thank you very much.

"Amen to that, brother." He raised his glass, and then downed the rest of it's contents with one large gulp.

Damafaud

 

[Damafaud]

Drevis Senade
Kitchen ==> Foyer
relaxed;drinking
Interaction: mothspit
Mention: -​

Following Daedric, Drevis finished his glass in one drink. Blood flowed down his throat readily like any other drink had, as that was what it had became. Just another drink. Would another death just be another game to him? He hoped he wouldn't be as jaded as that, though it looked inevitable with his foreseeable lifestyle.

"I knew I should have pulled the trigger I just-" he halted mid sentence, looking for the right word. "I just couldn't do it. I have done many things, but first-hand murder was not one of them. Call me foolish if you'd like, but I want to hold on to my principle."

It was difficult to remain in the grey area of morality. Once he stepped in, Drevis adhered blindly to his own values. A misstep, a shortcut taken, could twist his path into one of darkness without him realising it. He had always cling on to his belief. Even more so now that he would live forever. Perhaps everything would be easier had he been a devoutee of a religion, but unlike his sister, Drevis never was attracted to one.

"I should be going. It has been a pleasure to drink with you, but the gathering still has something to offer to me."

He stood up from his seat and waved Daedric good bye, returning to the foyer.