Folks, it's been fun gaming with you, but unfortunately I think I'm going to withdraw from this game. Really sorry, but I need to offload a few games.
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Once Maria has taken a sip from the vessel's vein, she sets out into the streets to find Madame D'Angeline. I should have time to visit her before the meeting...
Maria looks down. "I'm certain. One should be enough for the night."
Maria looks down at her feet before looking back at the maid. "...only one, please."
Maria pauses in her dressing, turning to the maid. "I... I might, come to think of it." "Are you offering?" She asks, her tone uncertain.
Maria looks around the room for anything that will keep the rain off of her for a while. I'll have to visit Madame D'Angeline... but perhaps not in the nun's habit. Maybe in something else...
Maria nods in understanding. "Of course." As she does so, she tries to discern how interested Selina is in the position.
"...yes, Selina?" Maria asks, looking away from the rainy window.
Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Been busy with schoolwork.
Maria remains seated at the Brujah table, quietly relieved that Criatas was chosen. Unfortunately, the other vampire's outburst causes her to flinch. She keeps an eye on the Tremere table as if anticipating something worse happening.
Maria continues to wait, feeling slightly less nervous as the night goes on.
Talisman is his name? Maria has more questions, but gets the feeling that they will have to wait until later. One can sculpt themselves to appear as an archangel?
Goodness, I can sympathize with that. :(
"How did you know his name my dear?" "I recognize the statues--" Maria pauses, the realization beginning to sink in. "--the statues he resembles." "In Christian doctrine, Michael is an archangel... he serves God as His greatest general, and as the shepherd who guides dead souls to Heaven." The former lay sister folds her hands on the table. But he cannot be the same person... can he? No, no, he can't. I don't know!
Maria can't help but stare in awe at the new Cainite. She's able to look away for long enough to notice the statues that resemble him. "...Archangel Michael...?"
Capsali is right--do I recognize the statues the Cainite resembles?
What sort of roll would it be to see if I can identify the super-pretty Cainite?
Maria glances in the direction Criatas is looking. "Doctor, who is he?"
Maria nods in acknowledgement of Criatas and folds her hands on the table.
Maria nods. "I am listening, Doctor."
Elysium: Maria follows Criatas out of the room.
Elysium with Durga Syn: "Tell me Sister have you an understanding of what your Sire and his peers seek to achieve?" "Only the barest." Maria admits. "I understand that a council is being formed--but for what end, I haven't yet been made aware of." "I also understand that Dr. Criatas has business that will take him away from this council, and that I am to act in his stead."
This is going out to all the games I'm either playing in or running: I'm in the path of Hurricane Dorian, so I'll be battening down the hatches and preparing for the worst. I'll try to post updates in the games I run on Monday. If I'm holding anyone up in the meantime, please go ahead and bot me.
"It would be my pleasure, Doctor." Maria gets up from the table to follow Criatas.
Maria's walk is even, and perhaps a bit less nervous than before. She follows Criatas to the Brujah table and takes a seat.
Still here!
Still here. :)
Maria blinks once before Criatas leads her away into the night. ...how should I get close to her? And drinking blood three times? Wait--how often did I drink from him? An unwelcome chill settles in her gut. ...and she will be mine? "I understand, sire. But of my... status as a Brujah--is there a way I can mask it? She was always a woman who could notice the finer details of others."
"Well..." Maria pauses in thought. "...actually, come to think of it, there's Madame D'Angeline. She was my employer when I was still a street walker. She allowed me to seek refuge in the Church after..." She trails off, looking forlorn.
"...I'm not certain that I'm welcome in the Church anymore. Father Cardinale likely told them all about what happened that night..."
"I believe Veronica's sire would be a suitable candidate, Doctor." Maria bows. "Is there anything else you need of me while you're away?"
"I'll meet up with the both of you once Dr. Criatas has gotten ready."
Maria finally finds her voice after waiting in the cold dark of Venice. "So, how did you meet Doctor Criatas?"
Maria eventually walks over to the door to open it. ...what's taking him so long?
"Yes, I'm ready to leave." Maria straightens herself up and looks towards the door.
"I have." Maria turns around to face Veronica. "It's just that I never heard that compliment from..." She glances away, a little bashful. "...from another worker." Especially not with how territorial they could be.
"I will take care of it." She pauses looking Maria up and down,"You are very beautiful." Maria pauses as she finishes putting on her dress. "Um... thank you." She replies, not entirely sure how to respond.
I'm kinda kicking myself for not taking the Enemy flaw now...
Maria winces a bit as the corset is finally tied up. "...his name was Vincento Rosselini." She smoothes down the sides of her dress. "A man of grey eyes and dark hair. I remember he was quite fond of his beard--greying though it was." "He was connected to the Church in some way--he never told me how. He never went anywhere without his golden crucifix on his person."
Maria sucks in a breath of air as Veronica tightens the corset around her. "He can't hurt me anymore. I think the humiliation of being stabbed by a..." She pauses, trying to find the right words. "...lady of the night, that he failed to kill, was punishment enough." ...and the fifth commandment is 'thou shalt not kill'.
Maria comes around from behind the screen, changed into the white underdress. "Someone who apparently couldn't reconcile his own desires with his faith in God, and chose to exercise his frustration in the most destructive way possible." Maria walks over to the dress. "Suffice to say, I stabbed him and fled." "Could you help me into this, please?" She motions to the dress. "The corset's a bit of a struggle to deal with."
"Well, I wasn't always a lay sister." Maria slides a long, white gown down behind the changing screen and starts to change into it. "...I turned to the Church because someone tried to kill me while I was working."
"Admittedly, I never became a nun." Maria says behind the changing screen. She changes out of her black habit and hangs it over the top of the screen. "I was only a lay sister." "Of course, that distinction tends to be lost on angry, bitter young men with swords..."
Maria gets up from the bed and walks over to the closet where her red gown is being kept. She gathers it in her arms and brings it back to the bed before taking off her wimple, letting her long brown hair fall out. She then starts walking behind the nearby changing screen to get out of the rest of her habit. "Some assistance with the gown's corset would be appreciated, certainly." "Miss Acqua?"
...note to self, address him as Doctor. Maria thinks to herself as she catches the tail end of the conversation. "Thank you." She replies to Ecaterina, bowing slightly. When she and Veronica are back in her room, Maria takes a seat on the bed, her hands folded. I had a feeling this wasn't a social call.
Maria gives Veronica a little smile. "You're in luck--Lord Criatas is just upstairs. Follow me, please." She turns to head back upstairs. "Oh--and my name is Maria."
"Oh?" Maria approaches the woman in the lobby. "Excuse me, are you here to speak with Criatas?"
Considering that the conversation between Criatas and Ecaterina is more or less over her head, Maria is quite relieved to have an excuse to leave. "As you wish, Sire." She goes to see who's here to see Criatas.
Maria feels a growing discomfort in her belly the longer the conversation goes on. ...oh, heavens. What did I get myself into? She keeps quiet, however. If her time at the Basilica had taught her anything, it was to not speak out of turn unless she absolutely must.
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