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 Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2023 4:57 pm
Every now and again Regulus would find his way down to the shops to do a little walk about. But there was always one store he visited before all other stores. It was a goth, punk, metal head oasis and the only shop of its kind. The clothes drew him the most of course. Entering the store he was blasted with music, if anyone tried to talk to you you would more than likely not be able to hear them it was that loud. There was a thrumming near the reverberated shop. It was intoxication. Regulus moved to the back of the store where most of the male clothes were. Once there he selected a rack to start going through. Pulling a shirt out to examine it he quickly placed it back and continue browsing. Once he had gone through that rack he moved to the next rack. This time he had pulled out a couple shirts and pants before he made his way to the dressing rooms at the back of the store.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2023 6:27 pm
 It had taken some maneuvering, and a few promises to return well before dawn, but the young Vespara had been granted leave of her fathers' (or at least, her papa Vinny's say-so) to spend some of the night in the city. Unfortunately, the girls she usually went out with had been busy or otherwise unavailable, so it meant Vespara was out alone this night.
Honestly, that made it all the better for the young vampiress.
Her father was notoriously over-protective, and while she was no fledgling, she had learned the hard way that there were some things she had no choice but accept. There were rules to follow, curfews to keep, and every time she left the mansion it was with a reminder that she represent and be an ambassador to her Clan. Thankfully, Vespara had no intention of bringing shame down on the Giovanni name... but she also had no intention of bringing it up, either.
As far as Vespara liked to pretend, she was simply another vampire in a world chalk-full of mortals. Much to her Father's preference, Vespara was independent, and while she wasn't necessarily unfriendly or aloof, she didn't have a need to socialize with perfect strangers, or to be in company every moment of every day. Given how large (and sometimes loud) her family was, being alone to her own thoughts and choices was something she relished.
So it was, Vespara found herself at her preferred clothing store. Perhaps it wasn't Giovanni approved, but the styles delighted her. The strong blast of music, the apathetic employees (both mortal and vampire alike), and the chains, collars, strappy pants, and mesh tops were all to her personal taste. Certainly, it wasn't high Italian fashion ... but she liked it because it was different from her usual garb.
So it was, she had picked out a few items: a couple of tops with various mesh parts and multiple zippers, a skirt with more belts than was necessary, and a black gothic dress with a corset top and ample lace that had a few peekaboo ghosts in the design. She was browsing a few accessories, debating between an ebony, inverted cross decked in black chain, and a bondage collar. She knew which one Claudius wouldn't approve of... Which is why she reached up to nab the collar. Unfortunately, it was too high for her to reach. Even standing upon her toes yielded no such luck. Hmph.
Thankfully, she didn't need to go far. A tall, dark-haired, spotted baddie was headed her way. She moved back a few steps, so she might walk into his path -- with the loud music blaring, she'd need to speak up and be close for him to hear. "Mi scusi," she said, smiling over at the ebony haired stranger. "Might I borrow your height per un minuto?" She gestured over to the accessory wall, and looked eagerly back at him. He certainly could turn her down, but she hoped very much he might oblige.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2023 7:07 pm
Regulus had been deep inthough about what he was looking for. He moved down the aisle clothing and all those good things on either side. The More He took the Better He Foghts
He didn’t get far though before someone stepped into his path and he almost ran her over. Looking up he was about chew them it for stepping in front of them But he paused when he could take her in. She was short, much shorter than he was. But she had a lovely face and impeccable taste in clothing. Regulus had never seen her before
Snapping out of it when she asked for his help. Settling the clothes in his arms down on a table he turned to the accessories wall like she had indicated “Oh course, what does your heart desire?”
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2023 7:42 pm
Vespara watched as the stranger set his clothes down, taking it as a good sign. Clearly, he had good taste-- otherwise he wouldn't be here, would he? Part of the girl wondered about the stranger. He certainly didn't look like any Giovannis she'd ever seen -- his coat was grey like ash, and covered in spots and rosettes. Her own coat was simply milk white, with not a splotch or spot to be found. He was certainly striking, with thick black hair, and more than a few piercings.
A delightful encounter, to be sure.
Though she knew her father would disapprove, Vespara wasn't blind, and she was young. She was here to peruse the merchandise, and little window shopping never hurt. "Grazie mille," she spoke, shifting her own handful of clothing to the other arm. Stepping closer to the wall of accessories, she reached up on tip-toes again, and pointed -- as if to prove that she had indeed tried to manage on her own. She wasn't some helpless damsel, after all... she was simply height challenged. "Those two, if you don't mind. The inverted cross, and the bondage collar." Now that she stood beside him, she couldn't help but feel very small indeed... he was taller than she'd first though. How good of him -- it worked out all the more nicely for her, after all... and ensured the store would be making a sale.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2023 5:52 am
He watched her stand on her tip toes trying to reach what she wanted and he couldn’t help the amused look that came across his features. She was so short. Bite sized. His tail slowly flicked back and forth as he notes what she was wanting. With little effort he reached up and plucked one of each off the wall, holding them out for her. “Here you go.” That was easy enough, well, if you were tall enough. A small smirk parted his lips a fang slipping from beneath his lip. “I’m Regulus by the way. And you are?” Green eyes sparkled as he gave her a genuine smile. He hadn’t seen her in here before but then he came at random hours so they could have just been ships passing in the night. Moving back to the table he grabbed the clothes he was going to try on, gathering them up in one arm as he turned his attention back to her. She looked too sophisticated to not be in a clan he figured. Regulus himself was Clanless, born to mortal parents so he’s had to figure out how to navigate the vampire world on his own. Which at times has been difficult because some Clanned vampires wouldn’t even give him the time of day because he was Clanless.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2023 2:38 pm
Vespara watched as her two chosen necklaces were so easily acquired. How nice it must be to have the advantage of height - though her small size afforded her the element of surprise. It certainly made hunting mortals easier, for there were plenty that saw her as a simple, unassuming, and harmless. Though she was young, she was anything but harmless and she'd back it up with fang and tooth without hesitation.
"Thank you," she re-iterated as she took the proffered accessories. "These will go nicely I think, don't you?" she affirmed, as if the stranger had any stake in what she planned to wear. She held one up to her neck, peeking down at herself, before seemingly deciding. Tucking them gently over the rest of her haul, her bright eyes looked back up at the others. His eyes were a lovely shade, especially framed by his shadowed locks of hair. She'd have to tell Coco all about this cutie later. The intrepid and good-looking hero ... so what if his aid had been only to hand her things?
"Buonasera Regulus -- how good to meet you," she greeted breezily. "I'm Vespara. You come here often?" It wasn't, perhaps, the most gripping conversation but it was a start. He was a stranger, but that didn't mean he had to remain so. Clanned or not, Vespara only had a few hours before she had to return to the mansion and her studies. She was going to enjoy herself, and it didn't hurt to be friendly with the cute Fae. Just a little harmless chit-chat.
"Looks like you've found a few things," she noted with approval, peeking at what he now held in his arms. "What's in the stash?" She inquired, giving her bushy tail give a small twitch of curiosity.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2023 6:59 am
Regulus knew very little about the Vampire world save that he was one. The politics never interested him. The clans just never held anything for him, no connect that made him want to join. But who knew, maybe that would change in the future. Only time could tell. But for now he just wanted to dress in his aesthetic and make people stare. When she thanked him he bowed his head ever to slightly with a charming smile. “You are most welcome.” The young vampire knew where his strengths lay. Even born to mortal parents he retained an air of mystery and intrigue. He brushed back dark hair from his shoulders absentmindedly. He nodded at her question, whether it was directed at him or not. “Very nice choices.” Ah, small talk. Well she was a stranger so falling into a deep philosophical discussion was prooooooobably out of the question for now. Regulus could be a thinker when he wanted to be. “The pleasure is mine.” Gazing around the store his gaze soon fell back on her. “Not as often as I would like but yes I am quite the regular here. You?” He grinned when she asked him about his clothing choices. Shifting his grin on the small stack he pulled out a few pieces. “Oh nothing too special. Just some belted pants and shirts that might go with them.” Regulus loved belted pants, there was just something about them that called to him.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2023 10:51 am
It wasn't, perhaps, the most ideal place to strike up a conversation, and Vespara was quite aware that the night still called. While she appreciated the store's aesthetic, it wasn't the best to hold and carry on a long conversation -- especially with other customers wanting to move around and peek at the merchandise that covered almost every iota of free space. She'd already had to step aside, and half-wrap her tail around her legs to keep it from being trampled on and allow others past.
Well, she wouldn't keep him too much longer, even if he was cute.
"About the same, really. I think my family would prefer I sport a different style of dress," she admitted, though there was no disdain or irritation at the admission. She loved her family, and didn't mind some of the Italian fashions. However, they weren't always quite to her personal taste. "Admittedly, they can be a little old fashioned." There were some beautiful dresses to be found at home and certainly some of the materials were lovely... but they seemed to fit Coco or Millie better than they did Vespara. The clothing here might not be custom tailored, but that didn't matter to her.
Here, she cold just be a regular, everyday vampire.
Vespara admired the pieces he showed off. The belted pants looked especially fun, and she was sure they'd look even better on the smoke-grey vampire. "Che bello," she complimented. "Those pants will look absolutely divine." A pity she wouldn't get to see him sport them. However, she had manners of a sort, and would keep that to herself.
Another blast of music, and another close call with her tail had her shift her stance. Perhaps it was time to let the fellow away to continue his shopping. He probably wanted to be on his way -- she'd been the one to stop him, and had likely deterred him longer than he cared for.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2023 11:14 am
The store was definitely not a place for a chit chat. The music could be overwhelming and it would cut out at random times so you would be mid yell when it did that. Kind of embarrassing but it was something he had gotten used to when coming here. Of course, he didn’t strike up conversations that regularly with other customers or even the staff. But for some reason he enjoyed talking with Vespara. She was rather pretty too so that was a plus. Regulus’ family didn’t care too much about his clothing choices. As long as he was staying out of trouble. His mortal family still oblivious to what he was. Which didn’t help him because he had no idea how one really lived as a vampire. He had no one he knew to model a lifestyle after. And the clans seemed rather clicky half the time. No, being Clanless suited him just fine. There were no responsibilities or expectations of your. He grinned as she complimented his choice on d clothing. Green eyes filled with delight. Glancing about he wanted to talk with Vespara more. “Hey do you want to get out of here?” She could say yes or no, though he would be a little disappointed if she said no. I
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2023 1:49 pm
The question surprised Vespara, but the fanged smile that crossed her features precluded her answer. "I'd love to," she agreed with little hesitation or concern. Stranger he might be, he was nice eye candy, and she wanted to know more about him. She didn't know too many outside of her clan, after all -- and even if he turned out to be some sort of threat, Vespara had the confidence of youth that she'd make it out just fine. She could take care of herself, thank you.
"You finish up, and I'll be waiting out front." She wasn't going to be trying anything on -- she had money to spare, and if it didn't fit, she could get it tailored or take it pieces and create something new. She didn't know what all he had left to do, but her two necklaces had been the last on her list.
So it was, Vespara made her purchases, and waited patiently for the stranger by the door. This night was turning out far more fun than she'd thought! What would come next? Still, she brightened when she caught sight of the dark haired, smokey-spotted stranger, and flashed him a smile. "Where to, sconosciuto?"
Yayoi Hope you don't mind some assumptions in this RP. LOL I can edit if need be.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2023 6:02 pm
He gave a nod of his head and continued on to the fitting rooms. “I’ll be quick.” And Regulus was, he didn’t want to keep Vespara waiting too long. Taking about half the clothes he had taken into the fitting rooms he then payed for the items and with his bag slung over his shoulder he made his way to the front of the store. A smile appearing on his lips as he spotted her. She was very nice to look at. “Sorry to keep you waiting. Hopefully I wasn’t too long.” Glancing down the street he noticed very few were out and about. Perfect. “Would you like to get something to eat? I haven’t eaten yet tonight.” Normally he would hunt alone but since she was here he might as well offer to her as well. Although it took him a long time to figure out this whole feeding thing as a child. He knew there was something he had needed but didn’t know how to get it. Luckily instinct eventually set in and he figured it out on his own. His tail swayed back and forth behind him. Yea a nice tasty mortal would be good right about now.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2023 6:33 pm
"Not long at all," she assured, exiting Cold Subject with her own bag in hand. She hadn't minded waiting, and was still pleased as punch at having found some company. The fact he didn't appear to be ancient was a boon--it was nice to meet someone relatively young, as far as vampires went. She was barely above being a fledgling herself, but the young neonate was eager to claw her way to the top. She'd get there...someday.
Her eyes brightened eagerly at the sound of food, and the beast within immediately perked up at the thought. "Me either," she admitted. "Seems like a perfect night for it, too," she added, looking out at the quiet streets. The less crowds, the better. While she didn't always get her food to go, she couldn't help but thrill for the chase. "Let's see what we can scare up."
Vespara hadn't really hunted with another before -- her parents certainly didn't count. She was so accustomed to drawing out prey her own way, or stalking them in an unassuming style. Sometimes she'd play with her food, which was perhaps bad manners, but a little cat and mouse never hurt. How Regulus managed would be interesting. "I think we might have some luck this way," she added, looping her arm about Regulus' innocently, if a bit boldly.
She wouldn't hold it for long -- just until they found the right mortal.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2023 9:01 pm
“Good.” He was glad she didn’t have to wait long for him. Tilting his head slightly Regulus nodded. It was definitely good hunting right now. People out on the street were more likely to be alone and not paying attention to their surroundings. It was his favorite time to hunt. Very little interruptions so he could enjoy his feed.
Vespara agrees to the idea and he grinned when she linked her arm with his. His stomach flip flopped for a second and it felt like electricity was running up his arm. He had no idea what that was but Regulus just decided to ignore it. Still, his throat felt quite parched.
“What kind of mortal do you prefer or does it not matter?” Regulus figures she probably had a type. If not that would make it a little bit easier. As long as they were alive and their blood was pumping he wasn’t really discriminating. Blood was blood. It kept him ‘alive’ and that was all that really mattered. The male watched Vespara out of the corner of his eye as they walked along in the direction she had indicated.
He’d never seen another Vampire hunt so it would certainly be interesting to watch Vespara so her thing.
[quote="Uta”]
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2023 11:03 pm
Vespara gave a small, soft, predatory laugh at his question. She'd never really thought much about it, but truth be told, she didn't hunt enough to have a type. "I never thought much about it," she mused. Did she have a type? "I prefer if they're clean, when I can," she noted playfully. There were some out that there covered in dirt, grit, and who-knew-what else. And while sometimes beggars couldn't be choosers, who wanted to bite into someone nasty? She liked to enjoy her meal, when she could. "I suppose I tend to prefer males to female, but that might just be because they're easier to draw away, for me at least." She didn't mind using the assets granted her to her advantage, after all.
"What about you?"
She made sure to speak softly, just for Regulus alone. One never knew who might hear them. Thankfully, though, if anyone did hear their conversation, it might only sound like they were talking about date preferences as opposed to food.
"I will confess," she added after a moment, "that I need to usually need to keep them gagged when I do bite." Her eyes lit with mirth at the thought, knowing full well the torment that rolled through her victims. Having ones meal fight her off, and shriek in pain did her little favors... but she had a few tricks in managing to keep them quiet. Knocking them out was a last resort, since she did rather enjoy feeling them squirm in agony, and listen to their muffled screams while she drained them of their sweet vitae.
"So if you can help help get a good grip to start, I can quickly quiet them," she mused. Maybe having a partner in crime wouldn't be so bad. Instead of her having to do it all, an extra set of claws could be extremely useful.
She was comfortable with Regulus, and enjoyed having her arm looped in his. Though she stole quick, periodic glances at him, her dual-colored eyes remained on the road ahead. She wanted to get away from the area of town they'd been in. She knew which alleys tended to be abandoned, and even had a few favored haunts that made for good, undisturbed feeding. The mortal wasn't going to survive, so she needed a place to dispose of the body.
It was never easy, and always required a bit of planning.. but Hemlock wasn't exactly known for its safety.
"...maybe that one, up ahead?" She asked, looking up at Regulus with a fanged smile. They were still quite a ways away, but no one seemed to be around, and there were dark alleys a plenty to choose from.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2023 1:06 pm
Regulus didn’t really think he had a type, his victims had been both male and female. Food was food. “No I’m not super picky. When your hungry anything will do.” At least he was pretty sure anyway. A clean male hm? Well he understood the clean part, you didn’t want nastiness in your mouth while you were trying to feed. The thought of someone’s dirty, sweaty neck made him shudder. Alright you can stop thinking about that now Regulus. He glanced at her again to give his mind something else to focus on. She was so nice and pretty, willing to give him the time of day. And it made him want to get to know her better. Was she Clanned or Clanless like he was? What did she aspire to be? What were her dreams? It was an odd sensation and then he realized he was staring. She mentioned something about someone up ahead and green eyes turned to the figure who walked a bit a head of them. “He looks promising. How do you want to catch him?” He would do whatever she needed him to do. If he was to just catch the guy he’d catch him. If she wanted him to just wait in the shadows he’d wait.
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