Erebus.

"... with hell-fire to waste his whole creation ... Or to sit in darkness here, hatching vain empires." 18+ account for Covaire City RPG

[myjude1972]

[erebus-richter]

[vampeyer]

[glorianas]

[erebus-richter]

Guilty Reunion. || Erebus & Alex

The night had started promisingly. But it was swiftly going downhill. Erebus hadn't visited Desires for a while. He'd been occupied with other things since he'd left hospital, more interested in what the Chateau had to offer. Bitterness and frustration had taken root, despite the fact that he'd healed quickly and without complications; he'd wanted more to exert those vexations than to indulge in lustful pleasures. But tonight, he'd opted for Desires and all was well until Alexandra stepped onto the stage.

There was more of a stir than usual, even for Alexandra's act. In no time at all, he saw why: she was no longer human. He didn't care for this revelation at first, aside from the bland acknowledgement that it was a pity. She'd been an enjoyable human. There was something delicious about toying with mortals; he was disappointed to have lost that novelty. It would not be the same now that she was a vampire.

But then he learned that she'd changed during the attack upon the city. Erebus considered himself an intelligent man, but truly it didn't take a genius to work out that she had been attacked after he'd left her. This struck him more than the mere fact that she'd changed. He didn't like this feeling. It was a discomfort that weighed far more heavily than selfish disappointment. He felt, in some part, responsible. It was an irrational response, and thus he wanted nothing to do with it. So he left.

Distance, however, did not soothe the mind. He visited her apartment long after Alexandra's shift had finished, thinking nothing about the fact that she might be tired and unlikely desiring company. He was not accustomed to being troubled by the fate of others. He'd decided to solve this problem by facing it.

Erebus rang the bell and waited.

@alexandra-merrick

[detective-felix-roy]

He watched the next movements of the Chthonic and still had the very strong suspicion that Erebus had just caused the problem. When the Chthonic asked him the question he just rubbed his temple and nodded his head. "I was hoping they wouldn't be this dumb. Could you hold this for me please?" He handed Erebus his coffee and moved towards the idiots that had spilled the coffee looked like they were coming to blows. Felix stepped it with a large sigh, flashing his badge and said, "Don't. Not today. Just go the fuck home. If I have to get involved no one is going to be happy with the outcome..." The fight broke up with some hurdled curses to which Felix replied, "Shut the fuck up or I'll arrest you for disturbing the peace and my morning coffee." He walked back over to Erebus and took his coffee cup back. He nodded, "They've got good stuff." He paused then added in an offhanded manner, "Don't do that in front of a cop again. Some of them might not understand what happened. But i'd appreciate it if you didn't make my job harder than it is."

[erebus-richter]

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Taking the cup, Erebus stood silently and continued to observe the quarrelling vampires over the rim of his own drink. Slowly, his day was improving. He felt no personal satisfaction in having started the argument, but the increasing agitation of those involved only soothed his own irritation. While savouring the hot coffee's burn, he watched as Felix disbanded the brewing fight. Then he held out the coffee cup and pushed his own atop a nearby wall, reaching into an inside pocket for his cigarettes. "I don't know what you're talking about." It was very difficult to prove compulsion, and he had only moved someone disruptive out of the queue; hardly the crime of the century. Still, he had no desire to get on the wrong side of the law. So while he would not admit what he'd done, he held out the cigarette packet in some semblance of amends. "I assure you, I have no wish to make your job more difficult."

[sena-clarke]

"Perhaps not, but even the more broody pieces could find its appropriate place in a film." She shrugged her shoulders as he informed her that he was flattered. "You're a talented composer, anyone who can't see that is blind..or rather deaf I suppose."

She can't blame him for contemplating joining her. Most are wary of spending any time with her, lest they slip up and say something they shouldn't and end up in her latest article. She laughs as he mentions not telling his agent and she shakes her head. "Who said anything about an interview? Just a friendly coffee to make the morning better." It was potentially the case, if he didn't say anything she thought deserved to be written.

She doubted he would trust that. She waited as he went to talk to someone, shooting a text to her own assistant to have them cancel her morning meeting. She would easily be able to reschedule. As he returned she smiled and nodded, sliding her arm through his without thought as they headed out onto the city street. "So Tom, how are you? How is business?"

[erebus-richter]

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"Mhm," he hummed at her comment. It was a light-hearted sound, but he didn't hide the fact that he knew what a 'friendly coffee' meant. He didn't intend to get into a deep conversation; and he didn't believe he had anything worth reporting to say. "Well, I'm sure the day can only improve from here. And the larger the coffee, the better."

Mildly surprised by her arm linking with his, his immediate instinct was to put a stop to it. But he had to admit it felt nice to be friendly, and he couldn't push people away all the time, could he? Especially not when working. And he had no doubt about it: this was work. So they walked and talked, heading towards the nearest coffee house.

"I'm busy with a new production, as you know. It's taking a lot of time. You should ask me the same question in a few weeks," he chuckled, almost wryly. "Then you'd know if business was on track or not, depending on what I've written so far. But tell me: what brought you to Coviwood? Have you always wanted to report on the arts? Or is it the films and the people that interest you?"

[wolfknightpoe]

Vincent understood it was a joke by the man's manner, but he still held out his own badge. Then he refocused the majority of his attention on his book. "So, Tom, what brings you back here? Looking for anything or questions in particular?"

[erebus-richter]

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Looking at the other man's badge, he smiled "Nice to meet you, Vincent." It was a different experience, mulling around where the creation happened. Watching the filming was one thing, but it lacked what could be gained from touching real objects and examining what they'd bring to the final product. Tom liked to think that his creation would do much the same job, adding extra touches that couldn't be brought by acting or effects. "I like to think this is the beating heart of the production," he replied. "It helps to get a feel for things before the filming finishes."

[sena-clarke]

Sena made it her business to know everyone, whether they were on screen or making the magic happen behind the screen. Many thought of her as merely a gossip columnist, as though it were the easiest job in the world. Though she didn't mind if they underestimated her, it certainly made things easier. With that devastatingly handsome smile he threw her way it was almost a shame he wasn't on screen. Men and women alike would fawn over a smile like that.

"Ah, well now that is a shame indeed. But I'm sure even a lament of yours would be a masterpiece." She assures him. She hasn't missed that Tom had all but disappeared, kept a low profile since his son's death. She knew very little about him, but she certainly wouldn't mind knowing more. She rose an eyebrow as he mentioned ditching, her smile growing. "My plan was to get a very large coffee. Perhaps you'd like to join? There's still time to improve your morning after all."

[erebus-richter]

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"Oh, I don't know about that," he replied with a chuckle. "Tedious waiting is not conducive to writing masterpieces. But I'm flattered." He was. It was difficult lately to believe in his own ability. There had been a time when he'd compose with total faith in the final product, but no longer.

He studied her a moment, considering the invitation. Any idiot would know not to accept private invitations from journalists. But he had a little time to spare before his next appointment, and frankly he'd been intending to get a coffee anyway. "Why not?" he said, pushing his notebook into his bag and getting to his feet. "But don't tell my agent. She hates unofficial interviews."

With that, he laughed and strolled over to the nearest person who looked like they knew what they were doing. After ensuring that the production team would know he'd waited but could wait no longer, he sent a quick note to his agent to tell her the same thing then returned to Sena.

"Shall we?"

[wolfknightpoe]

"Knock yourself out. Just don't mess with any of the electronics on the far end of the shop. But first, can I see a badge?" Standard measure. Just because someone was on set, didn't mean they were supposed to be wandering without proper I.D. And Vincent definitely didn't want to risk loosing his job if something got messed with by someone who shouldn't be in the shop.

[erebus-richter]

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"Certainly," he agreed, holding up his badge with an affable smile. He didn't mind the request. In fact, it was fairly reassuring that people were taking the security rules seriously. "Perhaps I should see yours, too?" he joked, although he wouldn't mind learning who the other man was and what he did. Stepping into the room and moving instantly towards the larger objects that were being crafted. They had caught his eye first.

[wolfknightpoe]

Break Time Spoiled?

@covairecitystarters

There wasn't anything on the schedule today for another few hours, so Vincent was back in small workshop taking some time to himself. He didn't often get much time to catch up on one of his favorite book series, and he was quite enjoying the time to himself. So he wasn't exactly expecting a knock on the doorframe.

"Need something?"

[erebus-richter]

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"Mind if I look around?" Tom asked politely. He hadn't expected anyone to be here, and he would leave if his presence was unwanted. "I promise I won't disturb you." With that addition, he looked past the stranger into the room, at the growing collection of props connected to the movie he was working on. It was Tom's way to immerse himself in as much of the production as possible. Not involving himself, but observing and consuming for inspiration and so he could write something that would better enhance the 'world'.

[sena-clarke]

Sena liked to believe she was very good at her job, and she worked hard doing what she loved. Of course that entailed unsavory ways of gaining information, doing things others would consider beneath them. But this was the entertainment industry and no one had clean hands. The awards ceremony always provided an easy article to publish, one that others always enjoyed. A glimpse inside the life of the glamorous for those who only wished they could be a part of that world. But awards season was slowing down, and that meant hitting the pavement once more.

She had just been meeting with a director on set, chatting about his new movie. Innocent to some, but Sena could be charming and persuasive when it came to getting information. She was just preparing to leave when she spotted the familiar man and she headed over, a smile on her lips. "Tom." She greeted. "Writing something new and enchanting are we?"

[erebus-richter]

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Looking up, he observed Sena and bestowed her with an utterly charming smile. No matter how he felt, he was a professional and knew how to play this game. He had an uneasy relationship with the media. Most of the time they didn't bother with him; he wasn't an actor, he wasn't keen on social media and was rarely the face of anything. But he'd been the feature of many stories after that fateful night those years ago, and for some time he'd read them with increasing frustration until eventually he'd simply stopped looking at all. He had no idea whether Sena had jumped onto that bandwagon or not. He didn't want to find out.

"I was. But now it's in danger of becoming a lament to my lost morning," he commented lightly, before laughing and sliding the book closed. "My meeting is running pretty late. I might ditch it."

[erebus-richter]

The day after the awards, Tom threw himself back into work with renewed vigour. Ceremonies were never the same since a few years ago, when his son had died on the same night he'd been accepting his own award and celebrating unawares. The guilt still lay thick across his shoulders, a weight he had to bear and one that he didn't know he wanted to shake.

He was working on new score at the moment. It was still in the early stages, comprising only of some key themes to represent characters and ideas. A few of them were harmonised, some had variations that he'd developed more out of automatic habit than anything else. As he sat, waiting for his meeting on the production, he scribbled down a few more notes then glanced at his phone, wondering how much longer he'd need to wait.

@covairecitystarters (//one character per RPer, please!)

[erebus-richter]

Erebus Richter -> Tom Richter, Composer

Tom Richter rose to success after scoring soundtracks for a number of Coviwood feature films. But his success was bittersweet; on the eve of his first Oscar win, his son was killed in a tragic accident and consequently Tom disappeared for some years to focus on his family. Despite this break, he's still in-demand and does not discriminate between projects, taking on TV and theatre scores that pique his interest. It's just a pity that he feels like a fraud. Still not making peace with his son's death, he lacks inspiration and lately has not produced anything exceptional (at least in his opinion). There is deep guilt in this man; perhaps if he hadn't moved his family to Coviwood, it would still be together. His eyes roam, shifting away from his wife and other two children as he unintentionally distances himself in an attempt to protect them. Currently, he's his own worst enemy.

[magisterleonedupont]

Leone shook their head. "Mag'c donn wor lie dat, Airbus. Canna fic dead legs like your kine or da elysans. Still feel da downstair doe, so nah all bad. Canna wait to get ou and play with Eden or others again." The mage drew a sign on his hand, and pressed some of their power into him, empowering him. "May halp da heal'n go fast'r."

[erebus-richter]

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He felt a warmth on his skin where she touched, then it dissipated and he wondered if it would do any good. "Maybe it will," he said. "We'll see." Looking at her again a moment, he turned to the nurse and told her that he didn't mind if Leone stayed here after all. "As long as she doesn't turn crazy," he added, not especially wanting to deal with someone totally high on pain killers. "You don't look too bad. I'm sure you'll be out of here soon."

[detective-felix-roy]

The Chthonic seemed to be having a trying day. At least that was the vibe the man gave off. A feeling of being perpetually annoyed. But the Vampire understood that look in the other man's eyes when he pointed to the coffee truck. Felix nodded, "What kind of sick bastards blow up coffee shops?" The tone was serious but the question was a part of that dark morose humor that Felix had to use on the job. Felix watched the small scuffle but before he could step in the fight seemed to dissipate. He frowned. Recognizing compulsion but not able to prove it. And really, he had a much better time watching one of the vampire's try and snatch the spilling coffee, the liquid splashing across the vampire's shirt. His eyes went back over to the Chthonic since they weren't supposed to use compulsion like that. But again the man seemed disinterested in what had just happened.

[erebus-richter]

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The truth was, he was disinterested. Having moved those idiots out of the queue, Erebus was content with the line moving forwards again and only looked at his victims when they started actually trying to hurt each other. It was a little excessive, even by his standards. He wanted coffee, but not that much. Still, leaving them to it, he placed his order and then gripped his cup, pouring a large amount of sugar into it and stirring it while watching the two scuffling vampires with mild incredulity.

"Aren't you going to stop them?" he asked Felix, after having strolled back towards him. Stirring his coffee again, he raised an eyebrow. "This is better than expected. I had doubts."

[trevorxparrish]

Trevor nods, and stands up, slowly walking up to the chthonic's table to join him. He can feel the other man's mood, but also can tell the invite had been genuine. Maybe the other client simply needs some distraction, and he's happy to offer it.

The elysian orders another welsh perry–one of the rare alcohol he actual enjoys. Everything else is usually taken out of courtesy. "Hello again, Erebus. Thank you for inviting me." As he sees the other person behind the chthonic bothered by the action of the one he'd just joined, trevor points at where he'd been sitting, seemingly a better spot, and the person thanks him and moves away. The elysian finally sits, not interested in a conflict at the moment. "Would you like some blood?" He offers quite bluntly. He doubts the other isn't aware of his own looks.

[erebus-richter]

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"You're welcome," he replied, as though the other man should truly be grateful for the invitation. Remaining oblivious to his effect on the person behind him, he simply pushed his chair further back into a more comfortable position and congratulated himself on having made them move.

The question was unexpected. But Erebus appreciated the bluntness, never one to skirt around what he wanted to say or what he meant. He cast the other man a sidelong glance, appraising him a moment. Then he darkly laughed. "Do I look that terrible?" Knowing that he probably did, he let the laugh on his lips fade into a fainter wry curl. "I wouldn't say 'no'. It's my wretched legs. I suppose I'm feeling my age at last."