WHO: Julian Blackwood & Sebastian Castille WHEN: July 2nd WHERE: The Blue Velvet WHAT: Sebastian heard a rumor about a certain Malk being in town and returns to find said Malk within the Blue Velvet. Lucky him. WARNINGS: None STATUS: Unfinished/Incomplete
Julian had still been feeling unsettled ever since the other day when the web had been disturbed and pulled all the Malkavians out of their sleep. While the web had recovered well enough it had done did enough damage to the minds of those that it connected. The whispers itched at his mind and so Julian had decided that if they were going to do so then he was going to at least go somewhere so he could try to focus them and pick up on useful information. It's what he told himself but it was really an effort to try and find some sense of control.
It's how he ended up at the Blue Velvet sitting at the bar and sipping a drink. The Kindred talked and whispered among themselves as usual, probably gossiping again as they had the other night. Those weren't the voices that Julian was listening to though. It was the ones that brushed through his mind telling him things about those Kindred around him that he listened to. It wasn't just them either. There were ghouls and thralls in here as well that were much easier pickings and that knew things about their masters.
At the moment, Julian's current target was a thrall that was sitting at the other end of the bar. They were giving paranoid glances around every now and then as Julian slipped into their mind and whispered to them even as he ruffled through their thoughts.
"You think they really care about you?"
"You know they're looking for a replacement right now. Why else would you be sitting here alone?"
"Yes, you probably would be better off dead."
Enough poking around and Julian learned that the Kindred they belonged to of was of no real interest when a whisper in his own mind loudly interrupted him.
Behind you.
Julian turned his head to the side to note the smartly dressed and beautiful Kindred that was making his way through the club. He'd bet his next drink that he had to be a Toreador. He certainly moved like one. The Malk's eyes stayed on him, wondering why his attention had been drawn to him.