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Re: Cruising At Hyperspeed
« Reply #30 on: October 21, 2012, 01:05:16 PM »
He nodded after making the blonde go away.  A few flaps of his hand in a shooing gesture was all it took before the blonde woman slunk away from them without another word.  Cicero admired the mortal for her propriety, at least.  She'd made herself available and hadn't pouted or done something equally annoying or stupid after being dismissed.  When Ami moved out of the booth, Cicero followed after her, intending on meeting with her friends at the same time.

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Re: Cruising At Hyperspeed
« Reply #31 on: October 23, 2012, 10:52:35 AM »
Ami didn't think much of it as her sire began to follow her – of course he'd want to meet her friends; they were important to her, and she'd be pretty upset if he wasn't interested in meeting them. But as they got closer to the dressing room she began to worry – a nattering, obnoxious sensation that did not sit well on her subconscious. How would they react? What would happen if they reacted poorly? How would Cicero handle that? Shit, how would she handle that? God, Chance was going to lose his mind. Was now really the best time to do this? There was so much that could go wrong–

As they entered the dressing room again, all of it shut down as quickly as it came on, and Ami sucked in a deep, calming breath out of habit. No, fuck all that. They loved her; they would accept her. It was Cicero she had to worry about them accepting – and vice-versa. And even that didn't apply to most of them.

One of my bandmates had a bad time with Lazarus, once, she sent her sire, who was no doubt feeling her nerves. She also sent him an image of a smiling, happy young man who talked and joked about his ordeal, and for all the world seemed to be dealing with it. Then a jagged cut to a week later, when she'd picked the lock to his room and walked in to find him staring blankly at himself in the mirror as he cut deep into the flesh of his thin chest with a razor, his torso awash in a curtain of blood. Vampires freak him out sometimes.

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Re: Cruising At Hyperspeed
« Reply #32 on: October 24, 2012, 12:15:47 PM »
Cicero shrugged, sending her a promise that he wouldn't mess with Chance (the name came with her memory of him, but it was a peculiar name, to Cicero's mind, because of the way it was imbedded with his imagery in her mind).  He assured his fledge that he wasn't interested in toying with mortals the same way his sire was, and also sent a little bit of frustration her way that she would see fit to warn him to be cautious around her friends.  Other than that, there was no compassion for the mortal that Ami showed him.  Human beings were either strong or they weren't.  They either survived Lazarus or they didn't.  In Cicero's mind, the youth wasn't worth the bother getting to know, but because he was Ami's friend (and he could feel a little of her pity and horror for Chance - and they were both Lazarus' victims, in a sense), he would not be hostile or openly dismissive.  Well, he'd do his best.

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Re: Cruising At Hyperspeed
« Reply #33 on: October 29, 2012, 07:06:59 AM »
Ami rolled her eyes at the frustration. He'd freaked her out pretty good a couple times when she'd been Human, and she hadn't felt nearly as strongly about Vampires as Chance did. Whatever. They'd just hafta see how it went.

For something to do with her hands, she crossed the room to the bank of mirrors and fussed with her hair – which was swept back into a mess of spikiness at the back of her head – and adjusted her lipstick. She'd gotten over the novelty of her Vampiric appearance soon after her change, so she gave the rest of her reflection no more than a passing glance to make sure everything was in place.

Then the door burst open, and a raucous, laughing stream of humanity poured into the room. Ami barely had time to turn around before Morgaine was on her – hurtling across the room and throwing herself into the pale woman's arms, legs wrapped around her waist (so Ami had no choice but to catch her – which she did almost too easily) as she covered her errant bassist's face in kisses. Morgaine was too busy squealing to talk, but a flood of questions followed as the rest of her band members crowded in around her.

From Joe: Where the hell you been at girl? What the fuck happened? Did you kill somebody?" asked with a smile that couldn't have been more at odds withe nature of his questions. He was dressed in his normal khaki shorts, but his Hawaiian shirt (patterned with a loud assortment of lime-green palm trees and flamingoes) was worn open over a white wife-beater.

From Vivianne, looking at Cicero with open curiosity and only a hint of incipient panic as she hung at the edge of the group, looking like a waifish fairy in her gauzy skirts and chalk-blued hair: "Who's that?" 

And then Chance, who squinted into Ami's face with tight lips, the bells on his legs jingling as he rocked up on his toes: "Are you dead?"

A hush fell over the room, and Vivianne's attention was diverted away from the other Vampire. Cicero would feel Ami's nerves reach a crescendo as she pushed at her lip ring with her tongue, looking quickly toward the floor, and then back up at Chance.

"Uh. Yeah."

"Well, fuck." said the dancer, throwing up his hands, "There go all our fuckin' ironic Vampire songs." He collapsed onto the couch in a puddle of denim and bare skin, "Asshole," he added, for effect.

And just like that, all the tension in Ami was gone and she laughed, low and throaty, "Fuck you."

Vivianne interjected, then, looking from Chance back to Cicero: "Really, though, who is that?" she asked, voice slightly a-tremble. She had come a long way since the Hunt had taken up residence, but a strange man in her dressing room was still enough to make her nervous. Morgaine's head whipped around, instantly hostile, and Joe frowned. Chance was very busy pointedly ignoring the Ancient.

"Cicero," Ami introduced, "My, uh–" Sire was the word Cicero always used, but it seemed so...formal to Ami.

"–Vampdad" Chance supplied, without looking up from the lighter he'd found in his pocket. Ami nodded in his direction.

"Yeah. It's fine. Chill." Morgaine shrugged, and wriggled her way out of Ami's grasp so Joe could envelope her in a bear hug, and Vivianne could kiss her fondly on both cheeks.

"Cicero, Wild Hunt. Chance, Joe, Vivi, Morgaine." she indicated each memeber with a wave of her hand. Joe offered his hand for shaking, Vivianne gave him a nervous smile, and Morgaine's eyes blatantly raked his form, clear by the devilish gleam in her eye that she liked what she saw. Chance had managed to locate his phone in the couch cushions, and had nothing to offer by way of greeting.

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Re: Cruising At Hyperspeed
« Reply #34 on: November 03, 2012, 09:10:09 PM »
Cicero found a place to stand in the background - not too far from Ami, but not so much in the foreground that he would be interfering with her reunion - and watched and listened, tuning himself into her feelings, liking that she was reconnecting with those she loved.  It wasn't good to be isolated at the beginning.  He knew this, because he'd known isolation so profound he'd nearly lost his mind.  It had been part of the reason why he'd vowed never to make another like him.

He shook Joe's hand, reciprocated Morgaine's looking over with one of his own, nodded acknowledgement to Vivi (though he expected her full name was likely Vivianne or Vivica and he shouldn't use an intimate nickname to begin with).  He did and said nothing to Chance, but looked back at Ami again.  He was silent as usual, though nothing was said mentally to all of them.  His body language was enough to tell them what they needed to know; he wasn't hostile, and he was only here because of Ami.