07-12-2013, 12:05 PM
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Cat has dragons to slay.
Cat has devils to exorcise.
She has a King to return to a throne.
She has vengeance to exact on a maw.
Cat has a lot of things to do, but out of all the things that she has to do, stalking a certain Ventrue was numero uno on her list. There is no air of subtlety to the Malkavian when it comes to the methods by which she seeks out things and people. It was as if blunt was the only way she knew and so in everything she did there was no mistaking what or who she needed or wanted or required.
So, for the Nosferatu, she had spray painted on sewer lids across the city various letters. These letters were just graffiti to most, but the mind of a long dead thing who has centuries to consider a rubix cube ...would decode it easily.
By the names of the streets on which the sewer lids were located, descending from A-Z. Spelling them out would say W E N E E D 2 T L K @ L A K E.
So if stalking this Ventrue had gotten up to #1 on her to-do list, waiting at the lake for Jack was a close second.
But right now, right that minute, she's watching this Ventrue. Studying him. Facial expressions and mannerisms. The style of dress. She sits in a corner, in the shadows, and just watches him as if at any moment little pink hearts might burst and blossom around her head.
Which, is a scary thought in and of itself. No one wants a Malkavian stalker with a crush.
Night after night, for at least an hour, she sits and just ...watches. If he tries to approach her she'll wrap herself up in a cloak of invisibility and make for the exit.
))Cat has dragons to slay.
Cat has devils to exorcise.
She has a King to return to a throne.
She has vengeance to exact on a maw.
Cat has a lot of things to do, but out of all the things that she has to do, stalking a certain Ventrue was numero uno on her list. There is no air of subtlety to the Malkavian when it comes to the methods by which she seeks out things and people. It was as if blunt was the only way she knew and so in everything she did there was no mistaking what or who she needed or wanted or required.
So, for the Nosferatu, she had spray painted on sewer lids across the city various letters. These letters were just graffiti to most, but the mind of a long dead thing who has centuries to consider a rubix cube ...would decode it easily.
By the names of the streets on which the sewer lids were located, descending from A-Z. Spelling them out would say W E N E E D 2 T L K @ L A K E.
So if stalking this Ventrue had gotten up to #1 on her to-do list, waiting at the lake for Jack was a close second.
But right now, right that minute, she's watching this Ventrue. Studying him. Facial expressions and mannerisms. The style of dress. She sits in a corner, in the shadows, and just watches him as if at any moment little pink hearts might burst and blossom around her head.
Which, is a scary thought in and of itself. No one wants a Malkavian stalker with a crush.
Night after night, for at least an hour, she sits and just ...watches. If he tries to approach her she'll wrap herself up in a cloak of invisibility and make for the exit.