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[[Paige]]: Is she stalking me? I think she might be stalking me. I should leave her a trail to follow. Sheriffs LOVE a good scavenger hunt.
 
[[Paige]]: Is she stalking me? I think she might be stalking me. I should leave her a trail to follow. Sheriffs LOVE a good scavenger hunt.
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[[Opal]]: Sweet child, clinging dearly to what remains of life, but even now I can see the spiderwebs spreading over your beautiful porcelain skin. Listen to your voices, girl. Remember... madness is a gift, just a taste could never be enough.
  
 
[[Vegard]]: He didn't seem to like my joke. Well then, we'll just have to keep telling more until he laughs, now won't we? The Ventrue always laugh eventually. Like Lacroix.
 
[[Vegard]]: He didn't seem to like my joke. Well then, we'll just have to keep telling more until he laughs, now won't we? The Ventrue always laugh eventually. Like Lacroix.

Revision as of 16:22, 5 August 2020

Guivre: A dear old friend. So good for him to invite me. I've never met him before in my life. He's good with that watch.

Amelie: A Happy Harpy and a Harried Herald in a Hot Haute Hat!

Nino: He smells and spits and spouts his spite. Spectacular.

Belina: Brujah Bully Babe. Bangarang.

Adeline: Lovely redheaded girl, loved my "Grandmother." Her blood runs hot... drink slowly and enjoy.

Llewellyn: A generous Ravnos. I can't wait to find the knife in my back, they have such nice ones! Fun, nonetheless.

Paige: Is she stalking me? I think she might be stalking me. I should leave her a trail to follow. Sheriffs LOVE a good scavenger hunt.

Opal: Sweet child, clinging dearly to what remains of life, but even now I can see the spiderwebs spreading over your beautiful porcelain skin. Listen to your voices, girl. Remember... madness is a gift, just a taste could never be enough.

Vegard: He didn't seem to like my joke. Well then, we'll just have to keep telling more until he laughs, now won't we? The Ventrue always laugh eventually. Like Lacroix.

Solara: Hot and ready to dance... ready for more, too.

Angela: She is what I might have been, if I had been born in this time. And just one look at her and I knew... I am definitely a narcissist.

Conn: His bar has been loved in a way few buildings have. A brickophile? More to learn, but others always warn me off.

Torgue: Another Caitiff, I think, and a thinblood besides. I nearly drank his blood. Didn't, though. Thought about it, but didn't.

Aubrey: Downright hospitable for a necrophiliac. If my corpse were quieter, I think she'd quite fancy me.

Tex: Hmmm, I miss his type. Once my rights are established, I could use one of him, or a dozen. SOMEONE has to carry the palanquin, after all.

Naomi: Such a sweet girl, that Black Pearl. She'll be a fun one to break. It's so sweet how the cracks spiderweb across the glass.