nouveausang (nouveausang) wrote in nybynightic, @ 2020-06-01 16:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | activity type: log/thread, character: amadeus lazarus, character: rhys green, npc: lucian carlyle |
WHO: Rhys & npc!Prince; eventually Amadeus
WHEN: June 2nd
WHERE: Haven, streets, Ivory Tower
WHAT: Finding out answers
WARNINGS: None, probably
"I'll be right back, Rhys, not more than a night or two. Don't worry." It had been a week now and still no Henry returning to the haven. It didn't seem to be something he would do, from what little Rhys knew of him, but he had promised, right? Then again, why was he upset? The young Tremere was used to being on his own, introverted and unsocial - he should have been fine with the much older man being gone for awhile. This inner fight went back and forth; he was glad for time alone but he was upset for the time alone. What was he supposed to do here? Vampire could do whatever they wanted, it had only been a week but... it had been a week. This wasn't normal, in the months that he had known him, Rhys had seen Henry almost every single night, whether on purpose or accident. On the other hand, that had been before he had been embraced, right? Would it be different now? He had blood packs stored away in the basement's cold storage room, he wouldn't go hungry.
But Henry had been so sincere and sure that he'd be back.
There had to be something he could do! But what? There was much pacing when he woke for the night with still no word from Henry, hours went by with the same thought patterns and, by now, a worn trail in the carpet. Rhys had to go, had to find some answers or he might just be here, alone, until someone found him - someone that might not be so nice to him for staying here. Did his sire have enemies? He had to, it would be stupid of him not to know that. Henry was old. How old he had no idea, but he got the feeling it was older than he was thinking. Much more than how he looked. He could handle himself, right? Enemies or not? He was old and powerful, smart and cunning. But everyone had a weakness, some thing that someone else was better at.
Honestly, Rhys could spend all day just walking around in Henry's sitting room, but that would get nothing done. No, he had to do something. But what? What could a neonate barely a month old do? Nibbling on his lip, he recalled a conversation about someone called Prince who overlooked the city. Panic and indecision was ruining his usually more logical thought process. There had been barely time to get him caught up to speed on the world of Kindred, other than the idea of the Masquerade and some of the different clans. If he went through the city, he would have to be very careful to not catch anyone's eye. He could do that, though, he was really good at not catching anyone's attention and blending in. Would anyone even look twice at him? Probably not. He could do this, really do this. He could do something to save Henry! There was no real choice in the matter, either way, Rhys knew that in the back of his mind.
High on his suddenly found courage, Rhys pulled on a hoodie that was just a touch too big on him, pulled the hood up over his curly hair, and left. He had a basic idea of where the Prince lived and what the building looked like. Whether he made it back was another question entirely but he wouldn't think about that.