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Re: Stray Sheep
« Reply #30 on: February 21, 2014, 02:30:33 PM »
Like a balloon slowly being deflated, his face relaxed as Cain spoke. Which... proved the human's point quite succinctly. Toying with a vampire could mean his death. Speaking plainly? Apparently even he wasn't immune to the tactic.

"You're warm, and I'm very cold, you see. I really don't require anything too adventurous, though I'm certainly not against the idea."

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Re: Stray Sheep
« Reply #31 on: February 21, 2014, 03:15:41 PM »
It was as they were discussing it that Cain realised he didn't want to sleep with Vomas.  He didn't want to find out what turned the guy on.  The idea of warming up that cool exterior made him feel gristly and smudged.  He managed a tight smile for Vomas and turned his face away, not wanting his face to reveal anything beyond what his mind already was.  If Vomas was dipping into his thoughts, he would know that Cain was uncomfortable with the idea.

"So what about the rest of the stuff?" he asked half-heartedly, wanting to change the topic.  "What kind of tasks will I be given when I'm not giving you blood?"

He thought maybe some kind of diplomat, but that would be laughable.
Digital: I drink from the poison chalice
Lan Bao: I reap the harvest of my people
Cain: I am the instrument that vampires play
Shan: I take what is mine and what is yours

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Re: Stray Sheep
« Reply #32 on: February 21, 2014, 05:37:56 PM »
This change of subject was welcome, so he was able to switch gears seamlessly. "I need someone to accompany me to events where it's expected I'd bring a guest. Once we're there, you'd be able to move freely in circles I can't. Used to, when people didn't know what my face looked like, I could do it myself. As an Oligarch, believe it or not, I blended in. I might've been able to continue doing so if I'd just become a District Leader, but I brought a lot of attention to myself with building the casino. Especially with as successful as it's been."

He thought of all the times he'd cornered someone with a camera, wiping away memory of his face and confiscating film - and later deleting images directly. Now, things were a little more complicated since every phone had a camera and everyone was a photographer. He'd been able to restrict their usage in the game rooms at The Towers, but beyond that, things were out of his control.

"I figure I can hitch a ride in your head while we're there," he continued, "else get feedback once things are over. Like I said, I need your eyes and ears and want your perspective."

He'd folded his hands neatly in his lap, but as he spoke he ran his fingers over his knuckles idly, contemplatively. "I want to spend time teaching you too. I'd start out with the education you didn't get the chance to finish, and we'd branch out from there. Follow your interests. Beyond that-" he shrugged. "Nothing's set in stone."

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Re: Stray Sheep
« Reply #33 on: February 21, 2014, 08:29:56 PM »
Cain realised he was being pitched to, that Vomas had a great deal for him and don't answer yet, just look at this extra set of steak knives.  He felt a mixture of emotions; amused, bewildered and flattered to scratch the surface.  There was also a feeling of standing at a precipice, that he could either reject Vomas and go back to what he was doing, or jump into the unknown.  It wouldn't be entirely unknown, it would be like a pet with benefits.

Pet with benefits, that was a good one.  He chuckled at his own thought and sobered at Vomas' expression.

"For someone who didn't come prepared, you sound like you've thought about it a lot," Cain pointed out, but he was stalling.  He wondered if Vomas knew he was stalling.  The vampire before him was a successful businessman, a high-ranking politician and been around for an unknown number of centuries.  By the talk he'd overheard or been told while working the club scene, Cain knew that Vomas was well-established but only a little older than the 'century' vampires in the city.  He'd gleaned that the other vampires both respected and resented him for this.  It was hard to know what they define as 'a little older' than a hundred years.  A hundred and twenty?  Two hundred?  Not yet five hundred?

Cain didn't care how old he was.  He was a powerful vampire, and he understood negotiation, and Cain had stalled long enough.

"Alright," he agreed before even realising he was going to.  I'll do whatever you want me to, he almost said, but stopped himself by pressing his lips shut tightly.

Thank fuck for small mercys.

Digital: I drink from the poison chalice
Lan Bao: I reap the harvest of my people
Cain: I am the instrument that vampires play
Shan: I take what is mine and what is yours

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Re: Stray Sheep
« Reply #34 on: February 22, 2014, 04:33:30 PM »
There was a flash of teeth and lines appeared on his face that told of happier times (or an easier to please Vomas). His smile was brief, but it was wide. Although in the grand scheme of things, Cain's answer hadn't taken him very long to capture, he'd made it challenging enough that he was pleased by his victory. Or was it Cain's victory?

In exchange for blood and time, Cain would receive wages, a lavish room, wardrobe, an education and a chance to mingle among the upper crust of vampire society. The human had certainly made out well, comparably. Still. Vomas suspected the payoff for him, in the end, might be greater than all that. Even if it wasn't, it gave him something to focus on other than business as usual. He wondered how Cain would react if he told him he was his newest hobby. Until he had some things in signing, he wouldn't risk finding out.

"Alright," he repeated, nodding. "I'd like to get things in order as soon as possible. Do you want to keep your apartment available and furnished, or should I have your belongings moved to your new room?"

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Re: Stray Sheep
« Reply #35 on: February 22, 2014, 04:45:01 PM »
"Um," Cain frowned, looking around at the furnished apartment that had come this way.  He hadn't selected anything in it, though it was tastefully decorated.  Other than the potplants, nothing really belonged to him.  Still, was it wise to give up a secondary place to come to?

Yes, it was wise.  Vomas knew where he lived so it wasn't exactly a hideout or secret location.  Also, it would be a sign of good faith that he would dedicate himself to Vomas' offer.  Whatever that was.

"I bought this place furnished, so I might as well sell it furnished.  I don't really care about the furniture, really.  You can stick me in one of your flash rooms at the hotel, if you like," Cain said, then grinned because he felt like he was being cheeky.  "I do want to manage my own money, though," he said, the smile evaporating.  As a donor, everything had been managed for him on his behalf, to be dished out to him when he was out of contract.  He'd got it all early when he left, a huge payout that afforded him this apartment in fact, and even though he didn't really know what to do with it other than stick it in a bank, he still liked the independence it offered him.  If he had no way of leaving, then he wouldn't feel free.
Digital: I drink from the poison chalice
Lan Bao: I reap the harvest of my people
Cain: I am the instrument that vampires play
Shan: I take what is mine and what is yours

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Re: Stray Sheep
« Reply #36 on: February 22, 2014, 06:45:05 PM »
"You'll have a bank and savings account, then. You can decide what you want where." He'd meant it earlier when he'd said he didn't want a pet in Cain. If he had, he would've given him a small allowance and made sure everything of importance came from him, and he'd make sure Cain knew it, too. But their relationship would be different - special - and he wanted Cain to know that.

A short time later, everything regarding Cain's move had been sorted out and though he'd considered staying, he didn't have a legitimate reason to. He did have other business to attend to, and it would only be a night before Cain joined him at the casino.

When he left the building and went to the car that waited for him, there was a distinct spring to his step. Only as he caught his driver's look of surprise in the rear-view mirror did he realize he'd been whistling, too.