SOME GREAT BEAST.

Independent, Private, and Selective Roleplay Blog for an original character from Vampire: the Masquerade.

Ruined two cell phones

Lit himself and a Brujah on fire

Used shadows to watch someone getting the stuffing beat out of them

Murdered a Hecata’s ghoul (presumably)

Failed to commune with the Oblivion

the patron of amends

it is not the most gratifying of works, but someone must oversee it. making amends is a tricky, slippery thing: they require sincerity and devotion, open ears and naked hearts. you cannot guarantee acceptance, only the sliver of time in which they can be seen and heard and attempt repentance.

think of a festering wound and the healer that must clean and close it, plagued by the thought of underlying infection, amputation, certain death. consider of the likelihood of those terrors, but also: think of the injured at rest, then nursed back to full health and continuing to live a fruitful life. you are the god of tenderness and volatility, of intimate vulnerability and deep breaths, of searching for a safe place to land.

god of misty eyes, god of the strength to still shaking hands, god of realizing wrongdoings and personal failures. defender of the prideful who are working towards humbleness, of sinners that will never again be entirely righteous. the one who blesses those fighting to make things right, falling onto swords and walking through fire if it can afford even just the smallest chance at forgiveness. the planter of the seed of closure, that will grow only when nurtured.

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They hold their distant vigil; their patience yields fruit when they are joined by another from the crowd. Younger still, a bearing that holds separate from the frenetic resonance of his peers. Vykos recognizes it for what it is: purpose.

“Yes. And you have questions.”

“ Numerous ones, always. ”

Bastien raises his glass to a few curious onlookers. It's to be expected, of course, seeing as how few people approach Sascha Vykos and fewer still remain for longer than a few moments. Not that Bastien thinks himself special or deserving. Just terribly inquisitive by nature. After all, it's what led to his embrace.

A trait they can appreciate, certainly – they thrive on no shortage of flourish in their own right – but Bastien offers the challenge. They won’t let him back away from it now.

When he advances, his movements so thorough and exacting that they are scarcely able to meet them, Sewell drifts along a wave of bloody exultation that sharpens their senses to a finer edge. The blows peppered against them, many of which they prove too slow to deflect, earn their laughter, roughened and ragged and thrilled.

“ That’s more like it. Now allow me. ”

On the next trade, Sewell attempts to weave beneath his arm and grab hold instead.

He is momentarily caught off guard by their laughter. Not in the strangeness of it, no, many members of their faction find amusement in combat. It's the sheer joy of it from someone who so rarely finds a reason to react in such a manner.

It makes what comes next happen in slow motion. He sees their approach, anticipates it, but is left with an opening that they can exploit. Which, of course, Sewell does with surprising ease.

“ There are reasons to like me in several, but this is neither the time nor the place. ”

Their attention is his as, finally, they move, a circling pace that keeps him in their sights above all else. It is not without a fresh wave of admiration once again. Sewell knows first hand Bastien’s vast capabilities, the chaos he can sow with a whisper, a thought, all carefully hidden behind the frills and wrapping of a pleasant facade.

They know the same is true of themself.

When they surge forward, it is only to gauge how well he anticipates their decision, an attempt at a glancing swipe to his side that, successful or not, retreats immediately.

In all things, Sewell courts a chase.

“ You have to be done preening by now. I know I am. Let’s go. ”

Bastien watches, waits, anticipating their strike. When it comes, he takes the hit. It doesn't serve to do any sort of damage, or cause any pain. His nerve endings have long sense been deadened to anything of the sort. Nothing short of an overwhelming attack could overcome the use of vitae that shields him. Not truly using a power, not since he can't very well turn it on and off.

His grin is still wide. “I never stop preening.”

“A visceral bit of imagery, to be sure.”

Never let it be said that the fear wasn't drawn from him like infection in the wound years prior. Bastien approaches Vykos, untouched drink in hand. He's brimming not with the awe of the other Tzimisce in the crowd, or with fear that repels others. It's curiosity for the mutual knowledge that they pursue. At the very least, it will be an interesting conversation.

“ The question you should be asking yourself is why not? ”

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“ Oh, but there is. ”

It is a simple thing, to lean into the promising graze of fingertips, to follow with their skin as much as they do their awareness. It is not so simple to play the game Sewell does. To come close but not close enough. To prolong the invitation even as they take in every shape, every line, of Bastien’s face.

“ Me, of course. ”

His grin reveals rows of pearly white teeth—lacking fangs, of course. “An unexpected turn of events.”

“So,” Bastien begins, making himself more comfortable at the club table. Despite the flash of lights, the shadows around him seem impenetrable.

“ Well, that changes things, doesn’t it? In a delightful way, I might add. ”

“ Besides, it would be a shame if we let our little ‘ council ’ get too comfortable. ”

“ One of those you’ve yet to prove. ”

Where Bastien is controlled motion, danger and power on display for any to admire ( and how they do ), Sewell holds their position, a dancer on their mark, fixed to the spot as though the earth roots them, secures them. In a way, that just might be true; they hear the call more and more these nights.

“ I’m thinking you want to keep that face just the way it is. No powers? ”

An effortless roll of their shoulders later, and they are freed of their coat. Where it lands, they pay no mind.

“No powers,” he says, knowing this is not a pack dispute, nor is it some sort of challenge for renown. He doesn't have to shroud the room in inky darkness or rely on his brute strength. As much fun as those things are in other situations, a torpid Sewell would be the least desirable outcome. And the same can be said of Sewell's particular art of flesh shaping and magic using.

“I like my face where it is on my body.” He grins, giving them a once over. “I like you in one piece.”

“ You know my feelings on the current state of things. What if the price was doing something about it? ”