#voraclty

the shock of the past few weeks had just begun to dim; she'd signed to her sire's label and been promised a good deal if she could manage to come up with something with the two other survivors of the recent attacks on the music scene. from her first impression, they didn't seem like a group whose styles would mesh particularly well, but destiny would never back down from a challenge -- especially not in the pursuit of better music. she'd already mixed her own style into the metal scene, who's to say she couldn't work it into others?

she'd decided to text the other two with details of a meeting: a secluded VIP section in a late night restaurant -- a place one of her sire's other childer just so happened to own. a dress code had been attached, allowing her to veto what the other girls thought as their finest outfit. destiny herself had chosen a form fitting sequined cocktail dress, perfect for standing out and dominating the conversation. hopefully the other two would be easy to talk to, if not easy to work with.

although she never normally showed up to events early she'd made sure to arrive half an hour before the agreed time to ensure that everything she'd booked was in perfect working order. her sire had told her that the staff were hers for the evening, and that no matter the bill she acquired that he would see to it. she wasn't stupid: he would gain far more money from this 'supergroup' he'd decided to call the final girls than he could possibly spend here. if he was offering to give her the life of luxury she deserved, she might as well make the most of it.

ead felt nothing as she watched selda's composure begin to crack. how dare she cry for someone that was not hers to mourn? lena was the light and a force of nature. the emptiness that was left behind in ead's chest was gaping and agonising, but even she did not weep.

within seconds, she was off her perch and her fingers gripping tightly into selda's jaw.

"don't you dare cry for her and don't you dare cry for me." the words were hissed between a tightened jaw and clenched teeth. there was no love or affection in her gaze for her best friend.

"there is a reason i did not share the information with emre." she continued. "he is jahaar's lapdog and perhaps you are too. i have been ignorant towards the politics here with my distraction. i should have been more careful."

it was wrong to describe lena as a distraction. but she was the most perfect distraction. ead, if she survived her last task, would beg the gods to allow her to see lena in her dreams, at the very least. nothing could ever replace the girl's light. after all, lena had single-handedly pulled ead out of the darkness of the priory.

ASTROLOGICAL HEADCANONS.

xyra has very little opinion on morality other than "does this person actively intend to harm others / do their actions harm others / do they feel any remorse for harming others."

she doesn't think anyone is inherently good or bad or anything in between unless they are like, a cosmic being of pure evil or good etc. in the way that a devil or an angel might be. even then she would judge said creature by its actions, although most of the time said actions would be in line with its cosmic designation just because it's hard for those creatures to act against their nature.

to xyra, people's actions are good or evil and how they respond to their own actions is how she views their morality. why are they acting in a good or evil way? is it to save others, to nullify a lesser evil, or simply to appease themselves? xyra doesn't view killing as an inherently evil thing to do because in order to rid the world of natural evils (like devils), you have to stop them from existing. people who actively try to summon evil beings into the world to do their bidding should also be put down in the same way because there is truly nothing good that can come from that.

it's a balance, mostly. but she's not counting. if someone's intentions are good, she'll be able to look past evil deeds. in the same way, if someone's intentions are evil (and she is aware of it) and they offer to do good deeds for her, she will decline them. she doesn't need help from anyone who would turn around and stab her in the back later. it's why she absolutely does not care for fierna's presence in her mortal form because she's like well, at some point you're going to gain your power back and return to being who you were before. nothing good is going to come of helping you or accepting your help.

and on a tangent, does xyra believe in redemption?

she used to.

「   RP MEME :   CREATURES SPECIFIC - VAMPIRE .  」

Coyote narrowed their eyes at the Tremere, and yes, they were able to clock her as Tremere. They'd been around enough to know what their magic looked like. "I may be a little, uh, tickled on the brain wrinkles by 'Mad Tom'. But what you just did looked a lot different from the literal writing on the wall and specters peering through my windshield I would call 'the mind playing tricks'."

"You don't have to do the gaslight song and dance on me." They bared their fangs and tapped them with a fingernail, like an asshole. "Unless you're not supposed to be outta whatever Chantry you crawled out of. Even then, fuck yeah, sister. Stick it to those stuffy cravat-wearing cornballs. I ain't a cop."

Babylon was too far gone by now to notice any nuance in Calico's voice. Whatever she said, Babs was taking as gospel. Even if she did notice anything off about her partner's attitude she was in no position to do anything about it even if she did. Perhaps it was better for both of them if she remained ignorant, lest they end up in a fight that neither of them could possibly win.

"You sure?" she paused on the food question for just a moment longer as Calico decided to look for a blanket. "I'm warm right now, but I could snuggle up under a blanket with you any day." The redhead grinned at her, but made no effort to stop her as she then moved to order as much food as her drunken mind could think of. Burrito, milkshake, fries, cookies, donuts... maybe Calico would want something for later... a pizza they could eat cold if she didn't. Babs scanned her face with her phone, sending off the payment without a hint of remorse for the huge sum that disappeared into the hands of some corporate bastard.

She'd earned enough tonight, surely she deserved a treat for everything she'd done.

"Oh, could you bring Milky with you while you're at it?" Milky was a toy cow that Babs had treated herself to after she'd left the facility. Its giant soft udders made a great pillow, and the shape of the giant toy was big enough for them both to cuddle with on the sofa.