06-23-2017, 08:34 PM
Hendy trudged through the pouring rain, his cigar fizzling out as he flicked it onto the rainy asphalt streets. This was his kinda town. Metropolitan, precipitous. He'd spent many a night prowling environments like this in search of mischief, women, and blood. Not to mention a good time. Hendy was all about having a good time. Because, hell, what was the point of being immortal if you didn't enjoy it? A night of debauchery was just as engaging and enjoyable as an inveterate threat to life and limb. The Ravnos was a gambler through and through, and a gamesman was worth nothing if he didn't accept risk from time to time.
However, there were ways to ensure you had luck in your favor. The kindred was going through a few of them now, snapping open his revolver, checking his knuckles, flexing his fingers. He was still brimming with vim and vigor from nearly draining the Norse god Odin. God's blood, who'd have thunk it? It was like drinking a bottle of lightning. And speaking of lightning...heh. He would have liked to have tasted Enel, but that was a taste that would have been more trouble than it was worth. The man was already paranoid enough, and an attempt would not have ended well. Although it posed an interesting question; would that have been proof of Enel's self professed divinity? If he tasted just as potent as Odin, a commonly known and definitely established divine power?
Eh. Questions for another time. For now...barring negotiations going a particular route...he had something else on the menu. Something that was probably the vampire equivalent of a fully loaded super sized burger meal. Ah, law enforcement. How far the noble profession had fallen since Harlan's day. A fat cop would have been laughed out of the local crook's bar if he'd bulged in all sweaty and blustering.
Soon. He was savoring this encounter.
However, there were ways to ensure you had luck in your favor. The kindred was going through a few of them now, snapping open his revolver, checking his knuckles, flexing his fingers. He was still brimming with vim and vigor from nearly draining the Norse god Odin. God's blood, who'd have thunk it? It was like drinking a bottle of lightning. And speaking of lightning...heh. He would have liked to have tasted Enel, but that was a taste that would have been more trouble than it was worth. The man was already paranoid enough, and an attempt would not have ended well. Although it posed an interesting question; would that have been proof of Enel's self professed divinity? If he tasted just as potent as Odin, a commonly known and definitely established divine power?
Eh. Questions for another time. For now...barring negotiations going a particular route...he had something else on the menu. Something that was probably the vampire equivalent of a fully loaded super sized burger meal. Ah, law enforcement. How far the noble profession had fallen since Harlan's day. A fat cop would have been laughed out of the local crook's bar if he'd bulged in all sweaty and blustering.
Soon. He was savoring this encounter.
Quote:Hendy moving from C17 to C18
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”