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Post by Jude Sinclare on Feb 21, 2016 7:18:25 GMT
Jude lazed about by the fireplace, laying comfortably in it's warm glow. His jacket had long since been discarded, tossed on one of the hooks by the door. Shoe's off, cause that's how Trix did things, and a new Ducati parked outside. Some punk lost it to him in a bet, thought he could win a street fight with a Kindred. 'Moron.' Jude mused with a smile on his face, his bad eyes as usual was covered with a blindfold. Didn't want to scare anyone, did he? The Inn was as it always was, warm comfortable and out of the reach of the Frost Queen. The blonde Ravnos was in heaven. The ghosts moved about as normal, keeping just to the edges of his vision. One of these day's he'd take the time and effort to talk to em, but tonight wasn't one of those nights. Tonight, he relaxed and awaited the return of his girlfriend.
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Post by Kyle Craft on Feb 21, 2016 7:41:57 GMT
Kyle walked into the safe house with a smile. His long black locks bouncy behind him as he waved at the hot blonde that dropped him off.
"Until next time my dearest love!"
He waved and closed the door. Shaking his head he would laugh.
"Oh man... As if I'm ever going to call you."
Kyle stretched and yawned kicking off his sandals at the door. He had to less the crazy drug queen would go bat shit about it.
He would turn and start to go upstairs when he noticed some guy sitting in the main room.
"Who the..."
Kyle redirected into the room.
"Soooo... Who are you?"
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Post by Jude Sinclare on Feb 21, 2016 7:49:22 GMT
Well there goes his night of relaxing by the fireplace until Trix got home. He could tell just by looking at the black haired kid that he was a kindred. Just like him.
"Your mom." He commented without missing a beat or moving off of the warm stones surrounding the fireplace.
"Better question, who the hell are you and what are you doin' here?" He asked, he wasn't straight hostile, but the one eyed Ravnos wasn't exactly the social type. Not where newcomers were involved.
There were two people in the world he would ALWAYS be polite too. And this kid most certainly wasn't Lucy or Tyler.
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Post by Kyle Craft on Feb 21, 2016 15:29:56 GMT
Kyle stared at the man for a moment before shaking his head.
"Well ya looked just as fucked as she did and hell your just as ugly but that eye patch..."
Kyle clicked his tongue and shook his head.
"So not her style, she had better fashion sense, everyone knows that the pirate look is out dated."
Then Kyle scratched his chin curiously, how did he want to answer this...
"Well I am The Colonel and I'm here for an inspection!"
He walked over to the nearby chair rubbing his finger along one if the arms he would pick up his hand and start rubbing the dust between his finger and thumb.
"And this place is a wreck! Are you the reason this safe house is in piss poor condition?!"
Kyle was standing at his full height and looking very authoritative... Or as best as he could look that way. But anyone could tell he was on the verge of laughter.
"Alright you worthless maggot! Get yer tooth brush and start scrubbing! Get down in to the nitty gritty dust where you belong!"
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Post by Jude Sinclare on Feb 21, 2016 22:37:16 GMT
Jude literally just stared at the frilly haired guy. "The hell are you on about?" He asked, being former military, the guy was just beginning to piss him off.
"You start with that shit friend, and I'm going to kick your fuckin' ass." Jude stood up, cracking his neck. "If Trix sent your dumb ass here, I'd get to talkin'" Knuckles cracked audibly as he stood up. Jude started moving towards the new guy ready to drop him down a well.
"Who the fuck' are you, and why the fuck are you in my home?" Jude was hostile, pissed off and ready to drag the newcomer outside for a vicious beating.
With a mix of sleight of hand and careful use of illusion, Jude pulled a wicked looking knife from inside his jeans, flipping it open with an audible 'click'
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Post by Kyle Craft on Feb 22, 2016 1:33:06 GMT
Kyle watched curiously as the dude got hostile... It made him happy. He loved getting under people's skin. Once Jude pulled out the knife Kyle raised an eye brow.
"Now now..."
He reached behind his back as if he was grabbing something. Using his own illusions he pulled out a katana.
"Don't be the guy that brought a knife to a sword fight."
He would say with a smile. Despite everything he was doing his best to stay playful and smilong, charming as can be. Though he usually saved the hardcore charm for the ladies.
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Post by Jude Sinclare on Feb 22, 2016 5:09:58 GMT
Jude stepped toward the newcomer still very much irritated, and it wasn't so much his nature or demeanor, more his presence in his house.
"Look fluffy... Either tell me who the fuck you are or get out of my home."
Even the ghosts in the house seemed to be picking up on Jude's rage, something he normally had a perfect grasp on in the little inn.
"if your here for me because of the Frost bitch..." He paused, a wicked and cruel smile coming to his face. "Then I'm afraid you're going to be leaving anyway... In pieces."
Jude wasn't playing, if he had anything to do with Amy Sorel, he'd happy gut him and leave him in Tremere territory, not like they mattered anyway right?
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Post by Kyle Craft on Feb 22, 2016 6:20:58 GMT
Kyle rolled his eyes. This guy was b-o-ring. Letting the sword dissipate from his hands he stretched and yawned. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a little plastic baggie full of skittles. Pulling on out he flicked it at Mr angry man.
"Take a chill pill Bruh. You need to re-laaaax. What ice bitch are you talking about? How high are you right now?"
Kyle leaned in to inspect the dudes face. Legitimately trying to see how high he was.
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Post by Jude Sinclare on Feb 22, 2016 7:28:24 GMT
Jude reached out snagging the skittle out of the air.
"I'm not." His response was far less hostile when he realized that he was both a Ravnos, and not at all related to Amy.
"Name's Jude, and welcome to my little slice of heaven man. Sorry bout the harsh welcome, not used to people just stoppin' in. Grab a chair and chill." He said plopping back down by the fireplace. He could feel himself calming down and the ghosts in the Inn seemed to settle themselves too.
"The fuck are you doin in Frosty Bitches territory anyway? Usually she's not to fond of us." He commented offhandedly, thumping his head back down onto the stone by the fireplace.
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Post by Kyle Craft on Feb 22, 2016 14:51:51 GMT
Kyle tilted his head in confusion.
"I don't know what ice bitch your referring too. Unless you're referring to Trixie but I wouldn't call her a bitch, though she is definitely on some ice... And a lot more than that."
Kyle chuckled and shook his head as he too took a seat.
"That girl, bless her dead heart, is so blitzed always it's adorable. Best part of it all is that when my sis isn't getting in the way I can feed Trix all skittles in the world and she think she's having the best trip of her life."
Kyle smiled and stretched.
"Names Kyle, by the way. Kyle Franklin Craft. I don't blame ya for the hostility I'm a bit of an ass and I know it. Makes unlife more interesting I think. What's the point of living for ever if you don't test your mortality... Always!"
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Post by Jude Sinclare on Feb 22, 2016 20:16:11 GMT
Jude cocked his head a bit, both he and Trix were usually on something or other, just the fact that he knew Trix brought Jude down a couple notches.
"Trust me, I piss off the local Prince with my very presence. That's who I'm talkin' about by the way, The Frost Queen, Amy Sorel. Fucking bitch." He spat leaning back.
"How'd you meet Trix anyway?" He asked as the room seemed to simmer down more and more to an almost relaxing atmosphere.
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Post by Kyle Craft on Feb 23, 2016 4:09:15 GMT
Kyle scratched at his stubble in contemplation.
"Well let's see... I was taking a piss while she and my sister did coke on the bathroom sink behind me."
Kyle snapped his fingers and pointed at Jude.
"Then she laughed as me and my sis got into an argument over who was the bigger whore!"
Kyle leaned back and laughed. Shaking his head.
"Good times, good times."
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Post by Jude Sinclare on Feb 23, 2016 5:41:24 GMT
Jude stopped moving, breathing. He'd taken on that stillness that only seemed to come from being dead. Then he laughed shaking his head a bit.
"Eh, could be worse." He mused, remembering his own first encounter with the beautiful trickster.
"So what brings you to this shit hole of a city?" He asked pulling out a deck of strange cards and shuffling them carefully.
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Post by Kyle Craft on Feb 23, 2016 6:06:15 GMT
"The need to roam..."
He would say as if it were a fact of life, but after a moment of consideration...
"And I've got a lot of... Bad business in America so figured I'd leave the country for a little while. Maybe another century or two."
Then he chuckled as he pulled out his own deck of cards, just a stereotypical deck.
"I chose Japan cause 1. Samurai are the shit, and B. The Japanese are so much fun to mess with when using 'magic' I can get so many marks here it's sad... For them, I make a killing."
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Post by Jude Sinclare on Feb 23, 2016 6:29:34 GMT
Jude just looked at him for a moment shaking his head. "Seems like something you get into often. Bad business that is."
He ignored the obvious misrepresentation of points in any logical order. "Careful with that man, don't want my own shtick getting ducked cause of your dumb ass."
Jude had plans, dangerous suicidal plans. That involved getting Octavian out of the Frost Bitches clutches. "Gotta keep the magic simple to explain you gotta be fast on your feet."
He began setting out his spread, focusing on his problem, on saving Octavian.
"Lets hope..." He mumbled.
His spread was all out of whack. Nothing read right or made any sense. Things were too unclear.
"Damnit..."
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