--Irrelevant, Re-Work--

Nagasaki had offered her more than she was prepared to accept. She had come face to face with the ghost of the sister she had assumed, for years, was dead. It was unnerving to see those glowing golden eyes peering up at her, that Cheshire Cat grin plastered across her face, as if maybe she was still around. It reminded her that her Sire, and the entire LaCaille family, was dead... Even if she wasn't on exactly friendly terms with the group, they had still helped to raise her.

Sighing, Acadia had escaped the memories, replacing them, instead, with memories she enjoyed contemplating. Nagasaki University had a performance arts program that was nearly world-famous. People came from everywhere to try and capture the attention of the professors and scouts... Cady had, once upon a time, hoped to be one of those people. Of course, her parents would hear none of it.

Standing just outside one of the practice theaters, she leaned against the doorway, looking inside as people practiced some play. She couldn't hear their lines from where she stood, but the costumes looked familiar. The collective laughter made her think of a comedy she had once watched with a friend, when she was a lot younger. It brought a smile to her beautiful - yet scarred - face. She missed her days on the stage, and missed the dream to be in front of a camera.

She sighed wistfully, giving a shake of her head, and continued to watch. She looked more than a little bit suspicious, wearing a coat that went down to her knees, and black slacks to match. Her red hair contrasted starkly, so it was obvious she wasn't necessarily trying to hide, but she looked like she didn't want to bring too much attention to herself. And that was true. There were no signs telling her she wasn't allowed to watch, but she figured they wouldn't appreciate it too much: people usually had to pay to see Nagasaki U's performances.

She startled the moment she heard a voice, turning on her heel to stare at the stranger that had approached her. Fingers fell to her hip and eyes, moments before an amber color, flashed slate grey. She wasn't difficult to scare, but she thought she was better prepared than that. She had assumed that nobody would bother her, here, unless they were simply asking her to leave.

His aura read easily, a task she had nearly perfected. Blinking, she narrowed her eyes at the sight of Thaumatergy Linds criss crossing throughout the color. Tremere. Just like Foxglove. She went to take a step back, away from him, and bumped into the doorway. Wincing, she glanced back into the theater.

"Orchestra?" Cady repeated softly. They were far enough away that she'd have no chance of being overheard, but she couldn't help but feel she needed to whisper. Talking too loudly might disrupt their focus. "Ah, mmm... upstairs, I think?"

Deep breaths. She tried to calm herself, forcing her fingers away from the weapon hidden underneath her coat. Instead, she crossed her arms, defensively, and looked away from him. "Yeah. Pretty sure it's upstairs. Theaters down here."

As he walked closer to her, she began to stumble backwards, nearly losing her balance. She reached out to grab hold of the door frame, keeping herself upright, her steel eyes never leaving his face. He seemed friendly, curious, but absolutely oblivious. That made her nervous, even more uncomfortable. At least he hadn't tried to touch her.

"I, ah, mmm..." she stuttered, taking another step back from him. It had very little to do with the fact that he was Tremere, and far more to do with what dangled between his legs. What if he was like Sudaru, sweet and kind, charismatic, and a total monster? "The... Seussification of Romeo and Juliet. It's... a take on Shakespeare's play, as if Doctor Seuss had written it... It's a comedic take on one of the best known tragedies."

Acadia winced. She loved discussing theater and entertainment, but this stranger was trying to hard to hide what he was. That, to her, was a little too close to her own, personal tragedy. Still... Something about him drew even her.

"Do you... like comedy?"

She stared at him silently for a long moment, noting the way he watched the scene they were practicing as if maybe, he knew what he was talking about. She had spent so many years studying every aspect of acting, every aspect of everything that had to do with entertainment. He might actually know what he is talking about, which was interesting to her. Most people thought it to be a whore's practice, something unnecessary and far from welcomed, even though they all enjoyed going to the movies to see what was new.

"I used to act," she said softly. "I've actually performed in this play." Cady turned her attention away from him, back to the actors. Juliet was dead and a few of the people clad in blue were carrying her across the stage on their shoulders. It required quite a bit of balance, and more than once, they had almost dropped her. The actors all seemed quite familiar with each other as they broke into raucous laughter, teasing each other.

A sad sort of smile touched her lips. She missed her days on stage. She had no way of knowing that this man, this strange Tremere whose natural charm fought to put even her at ease, would know and understand her pain in a way that many others had tried, and all had failed. She maintained the distance between them, but she took and kept her eyes off of him, allowing him a sense of security she might have refused, had it been anyone else.

"As a Tremere, I guess you would kind of have to, at least to some degree." Acadia didn't realize the cruelty of her statement, her focus remaining almost solely on the actors as they walked through everything yet again. They shouldered the beautiful woman and let her hair fall down towards the ground, looking as if she were dead. Exactly her role.

The Masquerade was only important to maintain when surrounded by the Kine. Their ignorant ears, however, were far away, where they were safe. She was unaware of just how strict Amy ran her City, however, and kept the laws of the Bostonian Prince. She had, after all, spent most of her time there.

Acadia snickered, mostly to herself, and gave a shake of her head. "You mean, people willingly go to the Tremere?" She asked, sarcastically. She knew very few of the magic using warlocks, having avoided most since her time with Foxglove and her twisted little family.

Sighing, her eyes seemed to melt from the strange grey color to a more common amber that matched her hair. The natural eye color was indicative of her allowing Auspex to fade from the forefront of her mind, and she did so without quite realizing it. More often than not, if she was around a strange man, she kept her mind lightly pressed against theirs.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes at that thought. Foxglove had been one of those women, one of the true believers of the Tremere way. Even though she had lost so much to the Clan when she was Embraced, she had maintained that they were the most superior of all Kindred, and that it was foolish to even contemplate joining another Clan. It was a headache to even contemplate.

As a Toreador, she maintained her absolute adoration for art, but even after so long as an immortal, it was difficult for her to adjust to the night life. She missed sunrises and sunsets, and playing with children during the day. She worked and studied cases during most of her free time; it wasn't exactly an exciting life.

Staring at his hand, she stumbled back another step. While he didn't move quickly, it had been just enough to surprise her. The thought of touching anybody, especially a man, always made her skin crawl. She was only physical with people she knew well, and even then, she often kept a degree of separation. When she touched somebody else, it was nearly impossible to ignore the pounding in her head that told them their life story, often working backwards from the moment of contact.

"Ahh... Acadia. Doctor Acadia Sackler." She stared at his hand for a moment, giving a shake of her head. Despite his charm, she couldn't make herself touch his hand. And she tried... She actually tried. "My friends call me Cady."