~~Welcome to the world of Vampire: The Requiem~~~~Jack~~And then she fell into the ocean after that! Jack struggled to contain the mirth after giving him a stomach stitch. "It was too late by the time we pulled her out." Everything was ruined: the dress, the hair, and the makeup.The younger of the two, Jack, was seated on his friend's sofa. Jack was certain it was a leather sofa or a pricey substitute. The artworks were framed in an elegantly simple, smooth framework, but the walls were a solid white. The paintings themselves depicted dark subjects in terms of both hue and imagery. Although Jack could never be certain, he was certain that many of them were depictions of harsh biblical times.But who was he to pass judgment? He liked clean, white walls without any decorations."Oh wow. And the gala for her high school was this? Julias, who had a smile on his face and a glass of red in his palm, was also seated on the couch across from Jack.Julia was a jerk. No one could dispute it.

It was a chilly evening. When Jack's feet landed on the pavement, he couldn't help but shiver a little. The moon was visible in the heavens after the sun had set a while earlier. At least as clearly as possible in a big metropolis. People were still strolling the streets at this time. Classy dresses and business uniforms were prevalent. Without a question, there were sharks and call girls there, but at least it wasn't as overtly filthy as his neighborhood in the Alley."I appear like a low-class pleb, even to the prostitutes," he said. He had to chuckle at himself and straighten his tie. Present, present, present.It took about twenty minutes to walk to the bus stop, but it was busy and the police weren't exactly sleeping. For the most part, Jack didn't worry about the individuals. He could feel the onset of the chill and the numbing of his digits. Business sneakers weren't warm enough."Pardon me,"Jack nearly leaped. The voice next to him was soft, seductive, feminine, and welcoming

~~Julias~~Julias turned to face his young pupil. While Julias had chosen his normal favorite outfit, a navy lounge suit, two button, single-breasted with no tie, he thought the little Ventrue would look better in something a little more professional. First perceptions were crucial. He outfitted Jack in a gray double-breasted business suit, replete with a white dress shirt and a nice tie.He had a number of suits waiting for Jack. He only wants the finest for his new child.The sidewalks were freezing. People in trench jackets and furs passed by, but his gaze glossed over them even as their gazes drew to him. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and appeared almost like a hit man, despite the fact that he was dressed in a suit despite the cold. He was aware of it as well. The kine passing by occasionally stared for too long, and he returned their look with a small, intimidating smile. They averted their gaze."Viktor is one of the Invictus' three elders." He is a founding member of Dolareid

~~Julias~~ The building was already on fire. “Oh shit. God ... fuck.” Julias stood at the edge of the building, just some run down old apartment building in the old district, but the flames it gave off were starting to rise. He couldn’t go rooting through the building’s rooms, he’d be ash in seconds, but Viktor wanted that data and supposedly it was in there. He paced from side to side and looked through the windows. No fire alarms were going off; the building must have been abandoned. Probably condemned. The neighborhood was in the factory district, old and filled with typical lowlife. He wouldn’t feed off these streets. And it meant it’d be a while before the police department showed up. Which meant he had time. The fire was filling the front windows, but around back and behind maybe there was still time. Behind it, the parking lot was empty save for some broken cars and shopping carts, and the backs of other buildings that surrounded the block in the typical dead-city fashion. I