06-23-2017, 08:04 AM
Hendy left the sleeping Enel behind and headed out of the safehouse into a downpour. He frowned, looking up at the fat drops of water falling like grapes on every surface for visible sight. Ah, well. Ravnos were creatures of dreams and prophecy and omens, and a downpour like this was absolutely perfect for the coming confrontation he'd been sensing.
Some inner force drew him south, Hendy licking his lips as he anticipated his emergence back into his true nature, like a silkworm emerging as a moth. Oh, it would be fantastic. He could already hear the shocked gasps of the viewers at home as he appeared in his trademark attire with his gun at the ready.
Vic had inherited his penchant for theatrics from his Sire, another Ravnos who taught him everything he knew and delighted in fooling people right in front of their noses. He'd taken a stage name and performed in Vegas for many years, using his vampiric powers of illusion to dazzle and amaze audiences by night. Anyone who'd been there during Vegas's heydey had heard of the Great Doheny.
The memories brought a smile to the Ravnos's lip. Hah, that night with Sammy Davis Jr. and Wayne Newton had been quite a trip, even if it had ended with three unmarked graves in a construction site. Fuckin' Anarchs.
The rain showed no signs of slowing, but still he trudged onwards. Any cameras on him were probably only recording out of completeness's sake, but oh ho ho, once he opened the lid on his performance he anticilated a swarm descending down upon him and his would be assailant. It would be quite the sight.
The edge of the clearing was drawing near, the jungle starting to reclaim the ragged edges of the logging camp. Beyond that, he could see the city he'd met Enel in two days ago.
Some inner force drew him south, Hendy licking his lips as he anticipated his emergence back into his true nature, like a silkworm emerging as a moth. Oh, it would be fantastic. He could already hear the shocked gasps of the viewers at home as he appeared in his trademark attire with his gun at the ready.
Vic had inherited his penchant for theatrics from his Sire, another Ravnos who taught him everything he knew and delighted in fooling people right in front of their noses. He'd taken a stage name and performed in Vegas for many years, using his vampiric powers of illusion to dazzle and amaze audiences by night. Anyone who'd been there during Vegas's heydey had heard of the Great Doheny.
The memories brought a smile to the Ravnos's lip. Hah, that night with Sammy Davis Jr. and Wayne Newton had been quite a trip, even if it had ended with three unmarked graves in a construction site. Fuckin' Anarchs.
The rain showed no signs of slowing, but still he trudged onwards. Any cameras on him were probably only recording out of completeness's sake, but oh ho ho, once he opened the lid on his performance he anticilated a swarm descending down upon him and his would be assailant. It would be quite the sight.
The edge of the clearing was drawing near, the jungle starting to reclaim the ragged edges of the logging camp. Beyond that, he could see the city he'd met Enel in two days ago.
Quote:Vic Hendy moving from SHB to B14
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”