Los Angeles: Blood Moon - ❌💀labm-d2-the-glass-house

Day 2 Location: club Reflection Players: Chris Terry @ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝕋𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 ST: @!Your Hyennaes

When the visitors finally left, and Christopher locked the door behind them and quickly returned to his sister, taking her, so unusually pale and dead palms in his, and said what he wanted to start a conversation with Jane. - Forgive me Jane, I'm sorry that I left you for all this time and disappeared. I.. I am so guilty before you, because it was I who was obliged to support you and explain everything, and not Roxana. - On the Toreador's face there was an expression of unbearable anguish and grief - And in the end I disappeared, and all this time I was looking for pity for myself. Brother looked up full of prayer for forgiveness to his sister's eyes, and the same old notes of enthusiasm and dreams began to flicker on his face - It should have been different... Your becoming... I wanted to give you the opportunity to enjoy all the gifts that gave life earlier to me too... - A smile appeared on Chris's face - And then, you had to see this city with new eyes and in new colors... The darkness of the alleys, and the brightness of the night streets, as if twisted to the maximum... Hear with your new, heightened hearing every note of laughter, joy, or sadness in the voices of people, our fellow citizens, our visitors. (edited)

06:17

The Toreador released his sister's palms from his own, and spreading his arms to the sides began to move back from the bar to the center of the hall - This club was supposed to be only a small gift before my gift of immortality to you, if you agreed. - Christopher turned around several times around his axis with his arms outstretched, and stopped staring at Jane with a look full of broken hopes - We had to experience with our visitors every moment of their fun... We would enjoy their love, and give it to them back seven times... But that scum... Ron... - Chris's eyes filled with blood-red tears as he approached his sister again.- It's like I've never felt such strong feelings before, like this hatred that consumes me... Ron... How would I... For what he did to us, to our dream... to you... Christopher's voice trembled, and he fell silent, unable to find words to express the full extent of regret and hatred.

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- Chris... Hey, - she quietly answered, - I will be fine. No matter what. I know it was our dream, but seems there should no be a gain without pain in it. Just... Let's try to make it work again, shall we? She sighed. - This tremere guy offered a good amount of money for our help instead. I don't know what help exactly, but at the moment I think any help will do, no?

- This tremere, Alex. - Christopher's voice sounded rather excited - he doesn't know anything like that? Chris instinctively lowered his voice. - He serves LaCroix, he should not know the secret of your... You are my child, and no one else! Did he ask anything about it?

- Well, not exactly. But I think he thinks I am your... Whatever you call it. Progeny.

- This is very serious. One of the most serious things really. Hmm... I'll have to introduce you to Linda, my Sir. Chris, leading Jane, walked back to the bar and sat down on one of the chairs. - And rule number two, in our world. Don't trust the damn sorcerer, and God forbid you become his debtor - then you won't get off... It sounds like a joke, of course, but it's not. Ugly sewer rats are more trustworthy than Tremere... especially handsome.

- Okay. I'll remember. But we need money on repair and renovation. What do we do?

- Money... - The guy cast a thoughtful glance over the remnants of his club - Well, there are a couple of options. Chris looked up at the ceiling, which had previously been decorated with mirrors, at the walls destroyed by bullet holes. His eyes rested on the wall where the words "Suck this, Terry" were written in the blood of dead visitors! - I could borrow money from a Santa Monica girl, but I don’t really like her desire to get close to the Camarilla. And I haven’t talked to her for a long time ... It's better to go to another guy. Baron of Hollywood Isaac Abrams. He produces many films, I hope he will not refuse us either.. He is an Anarch like us...

- Right. I rely on you completely in this. I don't know a lot about all this new world. And this... one... Ron... Is he still... alive? - She seemed scared. They were like two mice in the box.

- Ron. Probably yes. What I understood from the words of that second Lasombra, Ron was not around ... But he is unlikely to dare to repeat this in the near future, when all of us are on the ears, and the Prince himself vomits and fusses. - Hurried to reassure sister Chris. - We have some time to decide how to deal with this problem. Maybe we should bring Delaine and her brother to the club. Promise free food, if they keep up appearances... We can use a couple of Brujahs in the club. Christopher then decided to divert his sister's attention from her anxious thoughts about Ron. - What do you think, should not continue to cling mirrors to the ceiling? If you remember what happened to the bodies ... (edited)

- Uhm... I don't know if you have noticed. I... don't reflect any more. At all, - she looked scared and confused. And of course it sounded a bit ironic due to the club branding.

- Do not reflect? He asked in a confused voice. - But... Vampires don't act that way. You can't kill us with a stake, and the myth about mirrors is just an old story. Christopher was silent for a while, collecting his thoughts, and remembering everything he could hear on this subject, and also remembering those few lessons Linda had. Then he leaned closer to his frightened sister. - Do you remember, I once told you in general terms about our real weaknesses? Well, sometimes it happens that some kind of curse from the category of fairy tales and legends is manifested in a vampire... And there is always a small chance that this was transmitted to you with the blood of the Sir. (edited)

- You are my Sire. I don't want any other thoughts. It's just... So weird. I don't know how I will not be spotted when I have this awful flaw. I don't know how I look any more... Little red beads went out her eyes' corners.

- Of course I am your sire. - Chris tried to add more confidence to his voice. It was hard to see his sister’s tears. - But we should be wary of nosy sniffers like tonight’s guests. The boy put his hand to his sister’s face, and wiped a small bright ruby down his cheek. He gazed at this red droplet, on his hand, and fear gripped his already dead heart. - I really wish I knew how to help with this shortcoming, which is a very warlock question, but it’s even more dangerous. I’ve heard stories when their debtors are in a lot of trouble, and I wouldn’t risk it. Because I... I don’t know what I would do if you were taken away from me... We’ll be careful. We should change the club’s image a little bit to suit your needs.

She was noticing Chris with sympathy like he was the one who suffered more and hugged him firmly. - We will be fine, I promice, I'll be fine. It's just temporary inconvenience, - she tried to convince them both. - What do you mean 'suit my needs'? What do you want to change?

Chris realized that Jane, calling her pressing problem a temporary inconvenience, was trying to take some of the responsibility, but he was powerless to deal with it now, and his heart squeaked from another failure of his responsibility, accepted it. - Uh... Well, the name of our club is "The Reflection," as Nosferatu-Vince unceremoniously pointed out. And mirrors are not for us anymore. Maybe a strong strobe that throws clear shadows... I’m sorry... But you do have a shadow, don’t you? Chris looked awkwardly at his sister. (edited)

- Of course I do. But it doesn't matter. We can just rebrand partially. We don't need to put mirrors. WE are the reflection one to another. That was the idea, right? Maybe we could offer discounts to siblings and twins to power up the sense.

14:20

Jane's phone rang. She looked at the screen and passed it to Chris. - It's Alex. The witcher.

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