SleepyOwl's RPG Game Journal
Jenn looked up as someone approached her and Varen, and she clutched her glass in front of her like a shield as the brief fight-or-flight panic reaction rose as it did every time she met a new person. He seemed to know
As more kindred entered the area, Toby couldn’t help but look at the many beautiful people that walked in. Each one having their own unique outfits. Even the one with the mask caught his interest as well. As Toby turned his head towards the
Ariyah was pleasantly surprised that Tobias brought up her work. She had assumed William had passed on her contact details but not the specifics of her company.
“Yes, I’m the muralist, at your service.”
She watched as a few more
Well at least Yuri recognized one face in this room. When William entered the room and acknowledge him, Yuri responded with a simple head nod. “Hello, Mr. William.” He spoke softly. Yuri shifted his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other, cosmetic box in
[ Wake-up Rouse failed, Hunger 1 > 2 ][ Herd feeding, Hunger 2 > 1, Negligible Resonance ]
Affairs of the clan, that is the name that such gatherings take; this one, however, cannot be all too formal, since it’s organised by a
“Well, we’ll have to get you a pair.” He smirked and asked for a mug of beer, grinning cheerily as it was slid over to him, and taking a long drink. That was good. Varen was, frankly, a little bit
Ariyah thought about her own company when Jackson talked about stepping back from operations to manage the reins better. It was an understandable stance, but she couldn’t imagine herself only doing managerial work and not painting. If the time came, she’d just have
Michael nodded and noted everyone’s name as they filed in. He was ready to meet everyone and soon enough once enough people had entered the bar, Tobias began to speak. He did vaguely wonder where Louella was as he hadn’t spotted her yet, he wanted to have a proper conversation
When everyone made their introductions, Yuri had finally figured out what to say, making his way towards the rose-suit wearing man. “Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself earlier. I’m Yuri, we spoke on the phone. Miss Louella spoke highly of you, um, it’s an honor
Different roses came in, all dressed so differently, but they dressed up well. He knew the stereotype for their clan was gaudy showmanship, but what he saw here was self expression and pride for their blood. Tobias even had to say he felt that more comfortable in his