So I'm now living in Poly's guest room, for the first time. So I'm exploring Poly's house. It's big. It's huge. I got lost. Eventually I wander back into a familiar part of the house, and head for the Home theatre room. Poly's there. I walk in, and scare the hell out of him. Poly thinks that I need to announce myself when I walk into a room. That I'm too quiet. I just grin at him, and fling myself at that chair again. Poly's watching sports. I bring up a small window so that I can 'talk' to him. He wants a serious talk, about what happened, and what I know. So I ask what he wants to know. He said all of it. I ask him where he wants me to start. He said the beginning. I blink at him. And want to know why I should tell him. He gave me a weird look, and wants to know what I know about him. I shrug and tell him that Kernel said you were his boss. Poly looked startled and said I'm the head of this damn family! I blinked. This was news too me. I find out there was a lot Kernel never got a chance to tell him. At least Kernel did teach me the Traditions. I know those like the back of my hand. So Poly starts explaining stuff to me. I think he's going to beat Kernel when Kernel and Al gets back from San Francisco. Poly wants to know what happened. So I tell him about when I first got to NYC, about the wolf, about the sabbat, about Dagger, about meeting Kernel, and Al, about being hired. I tell him about running into Kayta having him teach me how to fight. Poly offered to teach me as well. Told him about being jumped, staked, chanted over, being feed blood, being found, and healing. Told him just about everything. I think I may have startled Poly a bit. Or he wasn't expecting that much happening to me in that short a period of time. Poly gives me an odd look, and wanted to know how many times I had drunk from Kayta. So I hold up 3 fingers. Poly looked annoyed and vaguely upset about something. I don't know why. I think it's because I am now bound to Kayta. Don't know why that would upset him so much.
Well Poly's got to go. He said he would be back later. Poly leaves. I channel serf. Lia pops in, looking for Poly. I startled her too. She thought I was Poly. Obviously I'm not. I'm female, I'm shorter, I'm not pierced, I'm not as tattooed, and I'm cuter than him. *smirk* Before you ask. Yes I have a tattoo. Actually I have two. And before you ask. I'm not showing them too you. Lia grins and wonders if I live here now. I nod. She waves and can't stay. She tells me to tell Poly that she's going to go see some guy called Xavier. Whoever that is. I nod. Lia leaves. I channel surf for a while. Poly runs in saying I can't stay. He grabs something and runs right back out. I get typed in. Lia went to visit some guy....never mind. Yep. I go back to channel surfing again. Lia comes back. I find all of this rather humorous. Lia grins as I'm still here.
So I'm talking to Lia through my little window. I ask her who all lives here. Lia lists off the people, her, Poly, Kayta, Paul, me. I must of had that wistful look on my face or something. Since Lia mentioned that I 'got it' for one of them, then goes on saying That Paul is dead. So it's either Poly, or Kayta. She sees right through me. That's annoying. I deny it of course. But she doesn't believe me. So Lia eventually gets it out of me that I like. Her comment is that Kayta is a nice guy. Well I like him. A lot.
We 'talk' about Kayta. Well actually I ask questions, and Lia tries to answer them. Poly walks in. Lia cuts off in mid sentence, and I discretely wipe the screen clean, leaving only 'Lo Poly. Poly looks suspicious and wants to know what we were talking about. Lia tells Poly that it's nothing. Just girl talk. Poly nods saying yah that's what scares me. I just typed in 'We were just discussing the 7 best ways to tie a man to the bed.' A line that I find _usually_ shuts up conversation. Only Poly didn't play nice. He just said Yah and I know who you want to tie to the bed. I swear I actually blushed.
I'm hanging at IH again. Yes I do that a lot. And off all the people that invite themselves to sit at my table is a polite raver. I didn't know raver's could be polite. He starts talking to me. I write a note back, Apparently he can't read it. damn. Well we get along fine.
The next night the polite raver is back. He's DJ'ing and doing a damn good job of it. I walk up to him, and he pulls me into the DJ Booth. Strong guy. So I'm helping him pick out music, and I guess just looking good for the DJ, getting him brownie points from the crowed. Or something. During one of the more...livelier songs, he turns, and flashes his fangs at me. I have my own set, so I'm not too impressed. I arch an eyebrow. He just grins at me. Well the set ends. He drags me off to a table, and tells me to stay there for a moment. He leaves. I just sit there looking around, and waiting. He comes back with a portable tucked under one arm. He wants to know if I can type. I grin and nod. So he shows me the portable, I type in what I want to say, and an hauntingly beautiful woman's voice emerges from the headphones. I poke around the laptop. It's all custom, and very sweet. The raver tells me to keep it. I try to refuse. He is adamant. I've got this sweet new laptop now. We leave IH. He sits his ass right down on some random car, and talks to me. I listen. Verlaine walks in. He greets us. We finally find out each others names...his is backlash. So. Verlaine is telling Backlash about his 'grand plan' *rolls eyes* So this is the 3rd time I've heard this. I space off. Next thing I know Backlash has pulled me to him, and is braiding my hair. Lots of long tiny braids. I think this is going to look really cute. Braids on a white girl. *smirk*
Verlaine finally wanders away. Much to my relief. I now actively avoid that man. Backlash and I wander back into the club. He does another set. Again I help him. After the set, we again leave the club. Ended up in a graveyard. Sort of weirded me out, as graveyards are not exactly my most favorite place in the world. I guess I'm look a bit uneasy. Backlash then said I'm glad you didn't freak when I showed you my fangs. That means we can hang together. I show him my fangs for a split instant. For some reason I don't like people knowing what I am. I figure when people know what I am. They know just a bit too much. That bugs me for some reason. Personally I really don't give a shit about the Masquerade. Just use common sense. Or something.
