Vivian Quinn Roth-Laurent (creed_of_flight) wrote in theyearspassed, @ 2011-03-09 13:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | callum, eden, ian, jaida, juniper, vivian |
September 13, 2056
Who: Viv/J, Eden/Ian, Jun/Cal
What: Everyone has been shook up
Where: Visigoth Headquarters, Outside of a low key supernatural club, Jun's house
When: Night
"Thank you so much for joining us this evening... Pruflas? That is how you wish to be addressed, yes?" "Yes, or Pru, if you like. Thank you for having me, it's a pleasure to be sitting here with such an accomplished, and well respected journalist such as yourself, Mr. Brock." She was silhouetted against the very large flat screen television which took up nearly an entire wall of her office. The remote in hand, as she watched one of the many interviews that the demon Pruflas had given in the days since his announcement. An announcement that was still vibrating unpleasantly through out the supernatural world. The crazy fucking demon had outed them all, made it impossible for them to continue on with life as it had once been, and it wasn't even just a matter of taking even more cautionary steps, it was about trying to make yourself seem all the more human. That was what the humans would want, it would make them more comfortable with the whole transition. Seeming human wasn't going to be possible for all of those races, especially those who hated humankind, and wished to seem nothing like them at all. They would be the ones who hid, who tried to extract themselves more, and more. Then there would be all the others, her kind, demons. They fed off of humans, either directly, or in directly. Even Pru at that moment was feeding off of the people residing in the room with him. Their confusion, and fear was powering to him, was it any wonder why he had kicked up such a huge shit storm, just to combat his own boredom? Vivian didn't think so, not when she actually thought about it, saw it all begin to unfold. As crazy as Pru was, he was actually doing something that so many of the races had wanted to do for centuries, he was providing them the chance to take the upper hand, and in a way that wouldn't be met with much hostility. It was brilliant, and that was why she was actually considering his offer. The distant chime let her know that someone had entered her wing of the building. There were no secretaries around at this hour, only security posted at all the doors. They wouldn't be allowing anyone into the place, unless they were someone she could trust. The little muse was trusted, but, that didn't mean she was a welcomed sight at the moment. The two had been fighting ever since Pru had visited Vivian, and asked her to join the campaign. That wasn't what had struck a chord between the two of them, if had been because Vivian hadn't flat out refused. "Sorry... I left my phone in the car." Of course, that didn't mean she couldn't have checked her messages from the phone in her office, she just decided against it, knowing that returning a call would likely end in another disagreement. Still, this was worse, face to face. Turning her head, she finally looked back to the muse, her shoulder, and body following, before she folded her arms over her chest. "What brings you here?"
Tension was obviously a theme being carried over many miles, not just from the supernaturals, but the humans were feeling it as well. Many were trying to live in a type of denial, demons, vampires, and all that shit, it wasn't real, this was just.... some weird stunt, a big prank that the whole world media was in one. That had been easy enough to believe, until you began to see them out in the open. Winged creatures, people with animal parts, fangs, glowing eyes. Just mixed in with everyone else, it wasn't natural. Amsterdam had been where it all started, that was where that fucking demon had come from, and so, naturally... they had flocked to the place. Crowds of humans, waving signs, and chanting in protest. Standing any where, and every where they could find empty ground. Amsterdam was soon named the hotbed of sin, and as good Christians, it was their duty to let all those who inhabit the place, know just how they were going to burn in hell. That was love in the eyes of the fundamentalist. Instead of turning the other cheek, as Jesus said, they were going to follow that word of a vengeful God, and seek biblical punishment for all those who offend God. Some how they had learned of a few of the safe havens for the creatures of the dark. A club in Los Angeles, often populated by demons had been bombed, leaving only the humans inside either wounded, or dead. Even if it hadn't been a direct below, it had caused everyone to rethink their habits, and their haunts. All those flashy clubs had become near ghost towns, even in Amsterdam. The risk was not worth it to some. Others weren't going to let the change, or the worry stop them from enjoying themselves, just as some of those humans weren't going to stand around, waving signs to make a point. They were looking to do more than protest, as was the group posted outside of the small bar in downtown Amsterdam. it wasn't an obvious location, but with so many supernaturals no longer bothering to hide what they were, it made deciding on a place rather easy. This was the place to be, they simply had to wait for their target to emerge.
Of all the people to shy away from the night life, no one might have expected it to be her. The fire cracker, the first on the dance floor, no, not her! Things change, and boy had they. Life had already been flipped on it's head, and now things were even more topside. They had all been labeled monsters by some of the press, and by some of those humans they encountered on a daily basis, who would have never been the wiser. That was a scary thing to be, when you were young, female, and living alone. Even a were could be caught unaware, over powered by a small mob. That was why she was trying to keep her nose clean. Home, work, and rehearsal, that was her day to day schedule now, and it wasn't often that she squeezed in anything else. It had been keeping her from seeing many of her friends, Callum included. Plans to visit him at work were almost out of the question, even more so when things still remained so unsteady between them. Unlike before, she hadn't completely stopped having anything to do with him. She had called him, brought him lunch a couple of times since their run in at the bar, but the visits were always kept short, likely to save them both more awkward moments of interaction. Ever since Pru outed them all, she had kept even more to herself, having called him only once before, and that had been to ask if things had improved between he, and Shannon. They hadn't. The new vampire seemed to be the only one not dampened by the sudden change in events. Tonight was like any other. After rehearsal, she dressed, loaded her things in the back of her antique baby blue Carmen ghia, and headed off home. Home was a small, but comfortable house, nestled away in a bohemian neighborhood, set back aways from the street. She pulled into the half circle drive, stepped out, and then retrieved her bag from the trunk. It was as she walked up the path, that her nose began to twitch, and her eyes lifted from the ground. A few feet away from her unlit front door, she paused. "Who's there?"