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[[Popping in to say I've tidied up the thread info, updating it from the VTM lore, as well as updating to only list active members in preparation for Vampire Month. If any old owners come back and reactivate, please give me a nudge on either here or Discord. We're open for general clan posting.

ALSO
Ashur has decided to align with Grendel. I will likely link that RP here somewhere once it's complete. If any clan members have issues with this decision, we can plot or set up a PRP to work through that interaction.]]

Apollo stood in the shadows, eyes trained on the same burial as Calliope. He scanned the group that was gathered around the freshly laid dirt, noticing the similarities between some of them. Obvious family. His chest twinged slightly at the sight of them mourning. Memories of seeing his own family mourn him still haunted him in quiet moments. It would have been easier if they had remained ignorant of what he had become, he thought as a frown set on his features. But even in life, his daughter had been too clever for her own good. She couldn't leave well enough alone, and had gone out searching for the truth. Had gone out and gotten herself turned by the Tremere. His chest heaved in a breathless sigh as his ears twitched.

Anita was calling them back. He watched Calliope immediately respond. She was a good daughter. Her and her sister both. Anita must be proud of them. Apollo had resigned himself to some more hands on research out side of their scrolls and books while they were brought up. He had also gone to visit Kiora. Things were never the same, even as they both lived in death. But seeing the young girls, he couldn't help but seek her out as he did every so often.

Still, he shouldn't linger too long, if Anita was calling them home, something must be happening. Many things were happening these days, it seemed. Adjusting the clergy robes he had donned today, he did make his way to the grieving Kats, offering them condolences before he turned to head home, following the newest member of their clan's paw prints in the soft grave dirt.

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Deep in the tombs of their home, Erato heard her mother's call. Her paws rested over the book she had been reading as she wondered if it was necessary for her to go out to the Cemetery or if she could remain where she was. After all, she was already home, wasn't she? Calliope must have been out if she was being called by name. Running her claws through her white curls, she tilted her head back and forth, weighing the options.

If her mother needed her, she would come find her, or call her by name. Besides, she was just in the middle of an entry that was rather captivating. These old priests had a way of writing that made even dull materiel seem fascinating. Her bright blue eyes, flitted around the library to see if anyone else had been tucked in the rows. No movement alerted her. Tucking her tail around her, she placed her chin in a paw gently before turning her attention back to the ancient pages in front of her.

Apollo nodded in greeting to Anita as he arrived back in their home cemetery. He watched her smile and wondered what had her in a good mood. Things were so tense these days. Ashur had been making plans that he hadn't made the rest of the privy too, but Apollo had a feeling that would change soon. That had to be why they were gathering. As Calliope spoke to him, he pulled his attention. It was true that he hadn't spoken with the girl, but still, she knew his name.

"Yes, little one." He offered her a small smile as he met her gaze. "I am Apollo. And you are..." His words trailed off as he looked her over, trying to remember which one of the girls this was. He hadn't seen much of either of them since they had grown. After a moment, it came to him. "Calliope...You were at the burial...How did you find it?"

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Once more interrupted by her mother's call, Erato sighed and resigned herself to closing the book in front of her. She was careful to note the page she had left off on so that she could return later. The clan was gathering. That did take precedent, and it should be interesting. Truthfully, she had seen little of the rest of the clan since growing up. Even as a baby, she didn't particularly recall many others around. Her parents had told them that the clan was small in numbers, so it really wasn't surprising.

Rising, she fixed her clothing and made her way up to the cemetery to meet up with her mother. Excitedly, Erato couldn't help but wonder what the rest of the clan was like. She had seen Apollo in passing, but never spoken with him. Once, she thought she saw a glimpse of Wednesday, but the Meth was nearly like a ghost and was gone before Erato had confirmed. Their older sister Bennett had stopped by once, but the visit was short lived, and it had not been on good terms from what she had heard. Their father had been livid after she left. As the ground beneath her feet changed from stone to soft grave dirt, she spotted her mother, sister, and Apollo already gathered withing the headstones.

"Mother, sister, Apollo..." The younger vampire smiled and nodded to each of them before taking her place at Anita's side. "Mother, will the others be joining us soon? How many do you think there are?" She couldn't quite keep the excitement out of her voice.