Eastside All we have [Percival]

Elias Warren Baker

"Old Dixie"
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Vampire
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When time eroded the marble that once held up ones life and everything you knew had long since turned to dust, there was very little to keep you grounded. But Elias has found his calling, maybe the only true calling a Kindred could have - and it had long since dried up in the heart of the Dixie South. It was right time a new tale got spun and it had no business being weaved back in South Carolina where the old roots that had settled were no longer use to him. A clean slate was what he needed, but more than that a place where he could sink roots of his own deep into the soil. His destiny had manifested to him in the form of Santa Noche - where rumors of a missing prince had slowly begun to seep from the air tight lock his men had tried to place over the city. He'd sent ghuls out to the city to test the waters and bring him back prospective homes to call his new haven, but he was anxious to get started. He left with a booked hotel, a few thousand in visas and cash and a moving truck of his ghulified servants on its way to a storage facility outside Santa Noche.

"Attention passengers, we will be making our final descent now so please ensure that you are properly seated and your seatbelts are fastened. Our flight time has been just under six hours and he hope you enjoyed flying with Delta Airlines."

Elias looked up from the magazine he'd been reading for the last leg of the journey, his eyes turning to the pitch black out the window of the plane. He could just make out the flash of the wing lights and soon enough he could see the faint glow of city lights just beyond the clouds. He grimaced and somewhere deep inside him the beast stirred with a primal fear that he had to fight down. This flying business was downright unnatural, but it was the safest way for a kindred to travel such long distances without fear of the sunlight hours. Still, he'd almost rather be traveling by horse and buggy over the Rockies than tempting whatever God might exist inside this flying coffin. Kindred could survive a lot, but he doubted a plane crash was one of them.

Elias turned back to the article he'd been reading and scanned its pages once more, eyes grazing over the picture of a woman with hair like a wildfire and eyes that pierced the soul, her body turned away from the reader and her head over shoulder.

Adeline Rayne The Daughter of Famed Architect Jean-Charles, Family Prodigy or Family Disgrace?

From what he had heard, Jean-Charles and his family had relocated to Santa Noche during the construction of the very airport he was flying into. He would be a powerful asset in establishing himself in this new city - perhaps a man who can get him close to other mortals to bend to his whims. He had already decided that they would be a fitting first step, but deciding which pressure points to apply was the hard part. Elias thought about his first steps as the plan descended and eventually touched down. The departure was as smooth as he could expect from mortals and he could see the allure of the airport, they had taken great pains to ensure it held a natural beauty. Trees and plants lined almost every room and hall, though he hardly took the time to admire it. He had to get to the hotel before morning.

He moved to the lobby and found the man holding a sign with his name, Elias Baker VI. The sixth already? He sometimes forgot just how long he had been at this whole business. The drive was slow and traffic heavy. When the vehicle finally pulled up in front of the towering hotel on the rich part of town, Elias was quick to shovel his bags onto a bell boy and march to the front desk. Room 1002, tenth and top floor just as he had requested. The walk was pleasant enough, the hotel decorated in fake gold and quality lights that made the whole place shimmer. He smiled, turned the last corner and stopped. Sighed. Chuckled.

Sitting down the hall, ass planted atop a suitcase not much younger than he, was a face he should have expected to see. Percy didn't look up from the notebook he was violently scribbling in, not much of a surprise there. So, Elias simply marched next to him and the cart of luggage the bellboy had left beside him and leaned against the wall.

"You could have just flown with me, Percy. No need for this disappearin' boy act you're always so keen on."
 

Percival Sallow

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It was, for a moment, as if his approach hadn’t been noticed, as Percival - or Percy, in these modern nights - finished whatever it was he’d been writing in one of at least a dozen notebooks and journals he tended to keep at one time. He needed somewhere to put his thoughts, especially when there were things he’d seen that couldn’t be discussed with anyone just yet. Namely the man he’d heard approach long before laying eyes on him, the same man whose company he’d kept for nearly a century at this point. Time became a funny thing after a while, but he did his best to keep track of it for more reasons than one. And speaking of time…

Yes, I could have.” Finally setting the leather-bound journal aside, he glanced at his watch, “But you were almost late. And I got here faster my way.” Which, truthfully, hadn’t been much different. It helped to have a headstart on exactly when things were going to happen, especially such things as a relocation across the country. It gave him ample time to get his own affairs in order, including arranging transportation that would put him at the hotel just a few hours before Elias arrived himself.

Glancing at his watch again, he stood, picking up his suitcase with one hand and slinging his other bag over his shoulder, tucking the book he’d been writing in under one arm and pocketing the pen. “It’s still early. We should have a look around the city once you’re settled. You look hungry.” Truthfully, he was as well. Being one so easily preoccupied, his own thirst often escaped him until he began to feel the Beast gnawing at his insides. It was one of those things bound to get him into trouble at some point, but he’d had a hundred years of practice.

Once Elias opened the door he stepped inside after him, making his way to one of the bedrooms and setting his things down next to the bed. Almost as an afterthought he tore part of a page from his journal before setting it down on the bed, stepping back out into the main room and taking it in. In all the years he’d known him Elias had never been one to substitute for luxury, and this was no different. While he would never understand it, Percival certainly couldn’t complain, as his accompaniment of the man meant he got to share in it more often than not.

After they had both set their things down and had a moment to breathe - figuratively speaking - he offered the scrap of paper with an address written on it. “It’s a house three miles from here. I haven’t had a chance to walk down that way, but we probably should before moving in.” Straightening his jacket, he gave the room one last look, “Ready when you are.
 

Elias Warren Baker

"Old Dixie"
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Vampire
30
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Elias entered the room with little regard to Percival's usual unusualness - pushing the door aside with one hand and pulling the luggage cart inside with him. When you had money so old it was still growing the cotton fields of South Carolina, you spared little in the way of expense and hotels proved to be no exception for the kindred. A single window ran the length of the back wall, its velvet shades drawn back so as to reveal a horizon dominated by a glowing white sea of towers, clubs and the ever restless nightlife of Santa Noche. The entire first room of the hotel suite was itself a living area, complimented by a large TV mounted to the wall and two sets of pearl colored sofas beset on either side of a long, glass coffee table. A small kitchen was nestled into the Southwest corner of the room and a bathroom in the opposite corner - then of course were two rooms, the doors to which were across from each other on opposite walls.

The old kindred pulled the luggage cart to the center of the room and watched as Percy took it upon himself to take whichever room suited him, Elias had long since learned that making a show of such behavior was a moot point. Generally speaking he already seemed to know what Elias would choose anyway, so to argue over his decisions would be petty at best and pointless at worst. Instead, Elias took hold of the several suitcases and duffle bags that were stacked on the cart - effortlessly carrying the cargo to the room opposite Pecival's and setting them each down with careful precision beside the bed. It took two trips to get everything from the gold cart and after it was done he pushed the device back into the hall before returning inside to study the shades.

Percival returned into the main living area just as Elias had finished inspecting his rooms own shades and had begun doing the same for the living areas. The shades were dyed black thicker than the bed sheets - quality fabric that would block most of the light of the day so that he did not awake to the smell of his own flesh burning. Elias took hold of the piece of scrap given to him by Percy without turning his head, placing it into his pocket as if it had become normal affair for his friend to say such things. Which for him it had long since become just that.

And as a matter of fact, yes, he was feeling the beast claw at him on the plane.

"I'm left to assume that this new house of yours suits my liking just fine?" he questioned almost lazily before straightening his jacket suit and marching towards the door, "I suppose we can find the time to do it after we've hunt - though lets do our best to keep ourselves quiet. Just in case the Prince isn't as gone as we been hearin'. Don't want to be accused of poachin' now do we?"

Elias opened the door and walked into the hallway light, turning back to Percy with a smile, "I must say I am glad you showed up - wouldn't have been the same city without you. Now could you be a friend and get us a car to someplace with my type? I'm damn sick of using these mortal gizmos today."
 

Percival Sallow

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With a wave of his hand Percival dismissed his concerns, retrieving his phone from a pocket to call them a ride. He was just as unfamiliar with the city as Elias, the difference being that his intuition was a touch more heightened. That didn’t change the fact that he was still mostly guessing, but he supposed almost any restaurant or similar venue would serve its purpose well. His tastes were far less particular, and traveling with present company presented him with more opportunities than most, but he was happy to take whatever presented itself. Feeding was a necessity, not something he necessarily enjoyed or coveted - despite the nagging itch in the back of his skull that insisted otherwise.

The throne is empty. There are cousins in the city who know things. That’s why I came.” Realizing how that may have sounded, he paused before adding, “One reason, at least.” It was difficult to tell if the things his family knew were reliable, but he would sooner trust their knowledge over speculation of the rest of the Kindred. They would be the last to raise a fuss over the disappearance of one Prince, had it not been for what they all knew was coming.

Percival didn’t remember getting in the car, but found himself staring out the window at the city lights all the same. These episodes were becoming more common in recent nights, and the distress he felt was muted by the apparent mundaneness of the episodes. The loss of time hadn’t put him anywhere he wouldn’t normally have been otherwise, and those that noticed weren’t concerned. No one tended to pay him any mind regardless, and the one companion he did maintain had long since adapted to his behavior.

That didn’t change the temporary disorientation as he took in his new surroundings, the vehicle coming to a stop just as he was beginning to orient himself. With a quiet thanks to the driver he stepped out onto the sidewalk, looking up and down the street as he tried to remember exactly what destination he’d had in mind. What he saw wasn’t anything he hadn’t expected, and one city block lined with restaurants and shops began to look like every other once a few decades had passed.

Glancing to Elias, he took another look at their options. “After you. I’m not picky.
 

Elias Warren Baker

"Old Dixie"
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Vampire
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Elias supposed he should not have expected much else from Percival, the boy was somehow more societally illiterate than himself - but Elias didn't say as much as he stepped into the streetlights of the downtown shopping plaza. An olive garden sat surrounded by a fleet of suppertime guests and a glowing stone fountain marked the opening to a series of shops and strip malls where young women, couples, gangs of young men and families milled about like a hill of colorful ants. Elias turned a silent eyebrow up at Percival, considering questioning him as to why he chose such a mundane locale when the whole of the city might as well have been at their fingertips.

But he thought better of it. There was no point in arguing with Percy over such things, it would be lost on him anyway.

"
Suppose I might find some young doe in the market - it's getting late and they should be getting ready to find their ways home" Elias took the lead, placing a friendly hand on Percy's shoulder and guiding him forward and through the crowds.

"
So what is that other reason you found yourself here with me? South Carolina too quiet without me around to speak crazy to?"
 

Percival Sallow

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The frown that crossed his face smoothed itself over before he spoke, "It isn't crazy if it's already happening." He seemed to speak half to himself, lost in his own mind - or perhaps partly outside of it - as he let Elias guide him through the crowd. For the moment Percival appeared to have brushed off the real question, preoccupied with trying to place exactly where they'd ended up and rationalize it with the half-formed map plucked from the cobweb. He couldn't speak to its accuracy, but it was important enough to end up there, at least.

"We would have both ended up here anyway. It was faster to come on my own." He paused, seeming to think more about his next words. "I thought it would be too quiet for you otherwise." The same humor and sarcasm that came naturally to others didn't do so for him, and the moments he displayed some version of it were rare and scattered in his memory. Elias was likely the only person to hear it from him, and even then those times were scarce. It was difficult to be lighthearted while preoccupied with the end of the world.

His attention was divided between their conversation and the crowds, and he had to concentrate to keep his fangs from emerging. He'd waited too long to feed again, something that was becoming dangerously frequent. The needs of his companion tended to keep him in check, but when they were separated - in this case for a few days - that need once more fell to the wayside. It wasn't so much that he didn't sense his Beast, more that there was far more going on in his mind at a single time than just the base needs of the predator inside.

Trying to distract himself from the itch in his gums, he forcibly broke his gaze away from the crowds. "And to answer you, this is out of the way like you wanted. To keep unnoticed. We don't need attention on our first night." The question, of course, hadn't been voiced aloud, but his old friend was used to that by now.
 

Elias Warren Baker

"Old Dixie"
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Vampire
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"Well now, attention can be exactly what we need- in the right context" Elias said as he put a hand on Percy's shoulder and led him deeper into the crowd. The fact that Percy's was here would make his eventual moves against whatever residue remained of the prince that much more reliable.

"
One day this city will be mine and by extension yours, we might as well start acting like it now - shouldn't we?" Elias eyed the crowd. There wasn't much here to his liking

That was when he spotted the outlet mall with the glowing Victoria's Secret sign. Now there was a place he may have found something more his speed.

"Come on Percy's, follow me" he grinned as he marched ahead and towards the shop.
 

Percival Sallow

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The certainty Elias spoke with had a tendency to be both comforting and unnerving. While Percival was almost certain the prince was out of the picture one way or the other, whatever court he'd maintained likely weren't, and he wasn't particularly fond of poking that metaphorical bear until they were prepared to deal with the aftermath. A bit of posturing was one thing, but his friend had a way of pushing, and then pushing some more, something that wasn't always bad but was never entirely welcome either. Ventrue, he'd deduced, were just like that.

Letting Elias guide him as he retreated into his own thoughts once again, he didn't notice right away as they entered the store. By the time he did return to himself it had been a few minutes, and he took in their surroundings quietly, questioning more than a few things about the man he'd known for centuries but saving them for a later date. Instead he settled for a questioning look, following from a slight distance as they began circling the perimeter. He'd had a girlfriend before his Embrace, but the two had never...well. It was never good for him to dwell on what could have been.

Being here was a lesson in restraint, due in part to the hunger that gnawed at him but also the noise - not audible to anyone else, his extrasensory abilities allowed him to skim the surface thoughts of everyone around him. Beneficial, if he had control of it. Instead, well. It was hard to tell which thoughts were his and which belonged to someone on the other side of the room. The look on his face was somewhere between pain and exhaustion, but even that did little to distract from his thirst.

As the less adept one in the scope of social interaction, he was content to let Elias make the first move with the same charm he always wore. His own approach was more direct, use of his disciplines substituting for much of it, the hunt less a thrill and more a necessity. Still, his friend was rather good at providing an in.
 
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Elias Warren Baker

"Old Dixie"
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Vampire
30
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He/Him
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Elias could feel the unease ooze off of his friend and the confused gaze that he shot his direction. Elias only smiled back before he set his eyes back on the storefront and the beautiful young women that were, no doubt, carefully employed. They walked her and there behind the glass, some deciding on more modest attire while others took to other tactics of sale. The old Kindred's taste had always been for those of the lower table and of the female persuasion if he could help it. Such places as this lingerie front provided the attractive, servant-class women he so desired...and it allowed him to prod at Percy's coy demeanor.

"
Oh come now, Percival, you have to explore the tastes that are here to please us" he said in that oil slick voice of his, "unlife will get right boring to ya if your always wearing the same shoes. Live a little. Indulge".

With a firm pat on the back, Elias ushered Percy onwards towards the unmentionables locale - but he did not approach any of the humans. Instead, he nodded politely to a greeter dressed in a fine black dress and stood in the center of the lace and net covered marketplace. "Well, go ahead no - pick one out. Its a special occasion after all, Uncle Elias is going to teach you how to expand your pallet."
 

Percival Sallow

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It wasn't often his behavior matched his apparent age, but Elias had a way of bringing it out in him. Fixing the man with a look that fit a teenager as opposed to a centuries old predator, Percival looked around at the various patrons and employees. It wasn't just his coy attitude, he simply didn't think like that anymore. Neither did his companion, but something about him found an appeal to those baser instincts where Percival had none. Perhaps that wasn't what his friend was getting at, but it was difficult to discern the true meaning of his words sometimes. Another Ventrue habit, he supposed.

A sigh born of habitual expression escaped him as he remained next to Elias. "I don't understand the appeal." The truth, clearer than he usually ever gave it. His gaze followed a few of the humans around the room for a time, but he never made a move to approach and close the hunt. There was too much noise in his head for him to focus on such a thing, the tension never having left his face. He hated places like this, and they both knew it. The amusement his friend gained from these outings was hardly worth the trouble to him. For one so apparently disinclined to modern nights, he seemed to act the younger.

"I don't want to be here." There was an edge to his voice, not quite a growl but certainly as sharp as one, the muscles of his jaw flexing beneath his skin. The occasions on which he'd expressed strong emotion were rare, but once again, Elias had a talent for pressing buttons.

A final glance around the room, and then, "Her." He nodded towards one of the employees, pulling his slightly too big jacket closer around himself before tucking his hands into his pockets. "Can we go now?"
 

Elias Warren Baker

"Old Dixie"
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Vampire
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"Well look at that, it looks like my little Percival has room for the emotions of kine after all" Elias totted with a satisfied grin, hiding not his amusement at the plight of his companion, "you should be far more used to these modern nights than I am - how is it that I get along so much easier among the prey?"

He pat Percival on the back and began his slow approach towards his chosen meal of the night, not forgetting to call back for one last quip, "At least you have good taste, Percy. There is hope for you yet."

The conversation Elias had with the employee was benign, if not obviously flirtatious, from a distance. The woman laughed and giggled, some passers by eyeing the two as they no doubt questioned a man of Elias' apparent age robbing a cradle so openly. To Percy, however, the taint of Elias' domination would be rank on the conversation. As much as Elias enjoyed his games, he had no desire to keep Percy too long here - that and it would be much more difficult to negotiate a rendezvous with a woman who was, undoubtedly, use to unwelcome male attention.

Soon enough, Elias returned to Percy with a smile and guided him back out of the door and into the night air. "Her name is Elizabeth, nice girl seems. She gets off in fifteen minutes, doesn't have a car so be a sport and get one of those drivers over for us."

Then, almost as an after thought, Elias added, "and do your best not to accidently drain her. Would hate to have our visit to the city ended with a missing persons report and some grainy footage from an unmentionables market."
 

Percival Sallow

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Preoccupied for a moment with the glow of his cell phone's screen, Percival didn't immediately acknowledge or respond to his friend's comment. When he did pocket the device after a few moments, he didn't directly meet Elias' gaze, half too focused on what was going on in his head and the rest on tamping down his hunger for the next handful of minutes. "I won't." The thought wasn't outright disturbing to him, but it was rather unpleasant to think about, partly for how unfair a way it would be to go, but mostly due to the inconvenience it would bring upon them. At least there hadn't been another lecture on how long he'd waited to feed yet again, though he half-expected that to come later. Sometimes it almost seemed that his friend forgot his true age.

"I don't understand why you make such a spectacle of it." The comment came abruptly after a few moments of silence, and it was the first time he looked directly at Elias since they left the building, but it didn't last for long as he looked away again. "It's easier to pull someone aside and get on with it. This," He gestured then to their surroundings, "Just takes up time. Time I would rather not spend around the rest of them." He wasn't exactly expecting a satisfying answer, but the two had always been more honest with each other than they were with others, at least, and that was some solace.

This was the most he'd spoken since the two had left the hotel, not the least because they were finally leaving. He'd been more than a bit introverted in life, and death had turned him to a proper recluse, only venturing outside when hunger or his friend's need willed him elsewhere. It was difficult to say if he preferred it that way, and even he wasn't sure which parts were truly him and which could be attributed to Malkav's curse.

"Your clan were meant to blend in with them." He answered the question from earlier as if it was still hanging in the air, caring little for the moments that had passed between them and now. Time became meaningless even faster for one like him. "There's a reason you haven't met any others like me. We understand where we best work." It had been some time since he'd spoken with another Malkavian as well, communications across the cobweb aside. It would be surprising if there hadn't already been a Call, or if one were to come in the next few weeks. There was much to discuss.