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@midnight-blue-blood

A present arrives for the Seneschal. Inside is a small tin of about 24oz amd a heart-shaped box each decorated with a symbol of an incomplete pentacle interlocked with an inverted triangle: the alchemical symbol for water.

If Fina opens the box, the inside is outlined in a dozen chocolate covered cherries and a small note which read:

Dear Fina Motisi,

I know you said you were wary, but remain wary you may. Feel free to share these morsels with others if you don't feel comfortable partaking yourself. They each feature a light enchantment, nothing too complicated. After consuming one, you will be able to eat and enjoy regular food with the normal limitations of our art. Namely, that the effect wears off with your (or whosoever-you-choose-to-share-with's) next proper feeding.

In the tin, you can find a food supplement. Adding one ounce of the contained material per 8 oz of simmered coconut water will provide a sustenance through your family curse, courtesy of my own family's curse. Further, this will produce and be flavored like a hot chocolate, best served in a warm mug while thinking of home.

We appreciate all you have done for us and hope for the stability of you and yours.

With love,

Juliet was relieved that Nick had no inclination to stay around once they arrived at Rowan's apartment. It was awkward enough sitting in the bathroom with what was basically Rowan's corpse. Juliet didn't need the Brujah's sass on top of that.

They really did look like a corpse. Legs missing. A massive hole in their chest. Absolutely covered in vitae.

That Vitae calling to Juliet's beast. How easy of a target they are? Who would know? You could always blame it on the Sabbat.

The gnawing voice felt poked at her. Forcing Juliet to leave the bathroom. She needed to get Rowan awake. Which was easier said than done. Juliet hadn't a clue how to wake up someone from Torpor.

Picking on her phone, Juliet began to text Antonia. Rowan might kill her for telling but at this moment she was the only person Juliet could trust with this information.

After a few confusing texts back and forth Juliet had her information. Not great information but information. She couldn't wake up Rowan right now, but some blood and time might wake them up.

Juliet could eat as well. She could stop, get herself something to drink, and pick up blood for Rowan.

Luckily for Juliet, hanging out with Rowan means she knew where to acquire animal blood for relatively cheap. Well, cheap for her.

After satiating her beast, Juliet returned back to the apartment, suspicious jars of blood in tow.

It was still hard. Being in the room with Rowan. All that vitae. What had been a common practice in the Sabbat was punishable by death in the Camarilla.

It was also Rowan. They had this natural beauty to them. Even in their death like state. But Juliet preferred the more lively talkative Rowan over this.

Juliet took care, to position Rowan's head. She wondered if a funnel would be a better option but given the spartan state of Rowan's apartment; heavily doubted she would find one.

Why the blood had to be in a mason jar was beyond her. It made pouring it more difficult. Juliet had to bite back gags at the smell of cows blood. "Gods how did Rowan do this."

It was probably easier to do warm. But still. Gods it smelled horrid.

Juliet sighed heavily when the blood just sat in Rowan's mouth. "Of course. Kindred are already so fucking weird. This might as well happen."

Hoping gravity would work its magic, Juliet took to cleaning up Rowan. Gently washing the blood out of their hair and off their face. cleaning up their chest would. And doing her absolute best to clean up the nubs beneath Rowan's knees.

Today he does not think, or calculate, or strategize, or hope.

Today he drops his head into his hands and today he openly weeps.

"Yes,milady?"

"Do you have the information i asked before?"

"Mm? Oh yes." She handed her a file, "just a hotshot gang in the city,nothing too major."

"I... i see...."

"Also he was just killed."

That made her nearly drop the papers,"wh....what...?"

“Heard through the grapevine.” Aurora shrugs, “Apparently the cause of death was being run over, but anyone who saw the body claims there were signs of struggle beforehand. His wrist is broken for one thing.”

“...” she sighs,”And he was targeting Lloyd... which means... my god Kade...”

“Your Highness?”

Kaguya sighs,looking back at the green eyed maid,”You know Ninjago’s underground like the back of your hand. Keep tabs on the leader’s gang. No doubt there’ll be some sort of payback...”

“Of course.” With a dark gleam in her eyes, Aurora turns to leave. Kaguya stops her again.

“One more thing.”

“Yes?”

“I...” she sighed,”C...could you teach me how to shoot?”

“...” Aurora hums, before smiling, “Of course,milady.”

Morgan had arrived in the medical tent maybe an hour ago. All she needed was a wrap around her ankle. She made sure to get some apple juice though from the nurse. So she spent the hour there. Her hair covered in dirt, her tome a little more worn, and her jacket in much more desperate need of repair than before. But then she saw Claude enter. And then she heard Claude’s speech, the Golden Deer had won! 

She had no Deer Pride persay, after all she was a foreigner to the area. Deep down inside though, she was extremely happy. She... and her classmates.... had won, and no doubt her traps and tactics had probably helped a bit. It was a moment of pride for her, and she was excited.

While Morgan was excited about this... she dreadfully realized something...

Her room feels like it’s filled with shadows--creeping towards her from the corners of her room. She keeps her eyes trained on her knees, even if she can’t shake the images in the corners of her eyes. It was always the worst on this day. The guilt that threatened to swallow her whole--how she survived it all and they didn’t. Battered and beaten ghosts that hovered in her peripherals, hollow laughter of insanity pressing on her ears.

Even with shaking hands pressed to her head, they wouldn’t go away--bouncing around inside her mind, everything she had that they didn’t. All because she was lucky enough to survive. Another year. More regret. Another year. The shadow of death looming ever closer, breathing down her neck in a race against time. Not yet, not yet, not yet. There was still so much to do.