Charm is more than beauty

💞 REVOLVING HEARTS — our muses' romantic relationship

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It's places like this that remind him why he chose this life.

The world contains so much beauty, so much skill, so much art, how could he bear to bind himself to a mortal lifespan bereft of it all? ...admittedly, so far he hadn't allowed himself to enjoy much of it, in the wake of heartbreak as deep as his, but that had changed now.

He'd heard that the owner of the museum was a vampire as well - not of his (relatively) new clan, but that was all the more reason to want to meet her. He'd joined Kanemaru for the relaxed standards it offered, and he saw little point in limiting himself to only knowing them.

Orville spotted a woman that looked vaguely familiar - perhaps seen briefly across the gala hall. "Excuse me," he said as he approached. "I'm looking for the owner, Ms le Blanc?"

She enjoyed the quiet, the introspective look of people's face as they tried to figure out the artist's motives and emotions. She doesn't think they could ever figure hers out but it was fun to watch. She enjoyed the peace these walls offered, so when her peace was shattered, she couldn't help the cold look on her eyes.

Quickly replaced by a charming smile, and a raised eyebrow. Questioning. He was a vampire, that was clear by the lack of heartbeat singing on her ears, the scent as familiar as death. "Well it seems you're in luck, your search couldn't had possibly been shorter than this." She turned fully to him, taking him in. He didn't seem like trouble, but then... neither did she. "What can I do for you, Mr...?"

There are so many sights and sounds in Retrocity; it's hard to focus on them all. But Morgan has her methods. She's good at keeping her eyes on the rows of cabinets, scanning through the small throngs of players, making sure that everyone is being respectful and having fun. No kicked games, no spilled sodas. The arcade really comes to life at night -- unfortunately so does an entire other part of Port Leiry.

There was a long time that she didn't want to acknowledge the patterns, but now Morgan has to face the facts. Not that lonely women can't have plenty of interesting reasons to walk into an arcade overdressed, but she's started to notice a pattern. Late at night, childless, impeccably dressed, headed right for the counter to find the proprietor of the pop culture paradise. That's a recipe for trouble. Trouble with a capital V. She's spotted the woman, but stays focused on emptying the coin hoppers on a cabinet no one's playing with.

"Hi, hey," Morgan says, singsongy sweet, turning her head as the blonde stranger swans up to her. She stands, the coins clinking and shuffling around in the basket. The human laughs, not sure how these next words are going to come out, but she says them anyways. "I'm so sorry, forgive me if this is forward -- but I'm going to go ahead and guess you're a vampire of some sort? Not to speak badly of my own clientele, but women this well-dressed don't walk into arcades this late at night for a round of Street Fighter."

"A Lomidze? I may as well die first than to be part of that wretched family." She speaks lowly before the smile is back on her lips, charming, as if the tone on her voice hadn't been mildly threatening seconds before. "I am one of Laure's friends... I care very very much about her and her interests."