
Ariyah’s Outfit

SleepyOwl's RPG Game Journal
Area 1: Bar Location
This area is where the bar is; it has the stock of Hadriana’s blood wine and beer that Tobias’ sire has kindly funded for the occasional. The blood wine will be ideal for drinking make one feel intoxication depending on how much they drink. There are tables and
Ariyah mentally gave a sigh of relief when Jackson seemed to take her word about her sire and didn’t inquire any further about it. She wasn’t sure she could lie convincingly about it if pressed.
She listened as Jackson shared his process and
There was a raise of the eyebrows at first. His first thought was that her sire had met Final Death, a common occurrence these night with the Second Inquisition burning down havens and the Cam becoming more particular with whom they associate with. He was preparing to offer her condolences,
Ariyah blinked at Jackson’s welcome. This was the first time someone had mentioned her Sire in conversation, and Ariyah realised she never thought about how she’ll talk about him.
She smiled to cover her short lapse in concentration, “Thank you for the welcome. My Sire…
“Please, that would do me too much honor. Besides we are supposed to dress down for Elysium. My suit of Armor is at the cleaners.” He said with a humored smile returned to the rose. He listened to her, a new arrival to the Emerald city. A neonate too, only
“…I’m glad I can save you from such a purgatory.”
“Should I call you my knight in shiny armour then?” Ariyah laughed, although she noted that he hadn’t responded with his clan or age. Maybe he wanted to see how this interaction pans out? Ariyah
“Pleasure to meet you Ms. Daniels. It is one of the many wonders of Elysium isn’t it? Able to so easily meet others like us with too much worry or stress.” He said, bringing his hand to meet hers with a polite handshake. He hadn’t met too many roses in
Ariyah had taken off her beanie and scarf when she heard someone slide into the bar stool next to her.
She smiled at his introduction. So, she wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to intrude upon ongoing conversations, nice to know she wasn’t overthinking
Jackson parked his car away from the boat as was usual. He took a breath to steady himself, feeling that foreign feeling of uncertainty. Though he didn’t know why such trepidation was filling him these nights. The Police visiting his house the other day, or perhaps the story Mr. Covington