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[manticorablogs]

@gangrelfools ‘s Johnny and my Rowlyn...being lil shits.

Istg Row put that away, where did you even get that firework-

[manticorablogs]

    Early at night in the chantry’s library Antony was working on a mundane task of making sure all of the books here were organized and documented. He was a little slow and his shoulder was heavily bandaged after the unfortunate rooftop encounter. Having used a little too much blood lately the old ghoul did not spend more the necessary to kick start the healing process, and he was waiting for someone or his master to feed him if they’ll be needing him.

   Master was mulling over the interesting information he had given her and was probably too busy to currently attend to him.

   Running a finger over a faded book spine Antony tisked at the books state and pulled it out with his good hand to check it further. It’s heavier then he expects and catches onto it with his other hand as well letting out a short pained hiss.

[manticorablogs]

   It had only been a few days since the Camarilla Tremere chantry had received two new ghouls. A man and his son...innocent enough by the looks of them and ghouls are usually dismissed to be of much notice besides that they are there to use.

  However the chantrys residents felt rather uneasy with the new additions, apprentices acting jumpier then usual even if the Regent tells them there is nothing to worry about. The Regent would have of course been informed of the twos true nature but told not to spread the information around as they were a trump card to be played in emergencies or time of great need for the chantry. Risky to keep under a fragile bond and various deals...but worth it.

  Antony would ignore the kindreds jumpiness and act as submissive as any other Tremere ghoul. But internally he’d be rather glad that they are scared as it meant that he had more time to get used to this new home before the missions start coming in. For the several days he’d do casual chores like dusting the chantry up and cleaning up as well as making sure his son was not causing the kindred trouble.

  Bitterness. That is what he felt seeing his son being ghouled so young. They had tried to stop the inevitable but Rowlyn’s nature had still come through anyway despite their efforts. The Tremere must be afraid, Antony snorted as he thought to himself. Too old of a cat, too many secrets and in turn too much power. Too easy to get out of control if they allowed him his families freely.  Silly vampires, he stayed with them for a reason. They got him what he needed and thus were allowed to think to own him. He’ll be patient regarding the matter of his sons bonding, as he had been for quite a while now.

  But the kindred's ways just have ways of annoying him anyway no matter how long he served them. Not even a week here and the two of them already get dragged to the Elysium. An ‘opportunity’ to observe what they are dealing with around here as well as see the Tremere Prince and prized ghoul.

 Antony throws a cautious glance around at the kindred and ghouls here as they enter, he sniffs the air a little and makes a face hiding the grimace by looking down and acting submissive. The apprentice who brought them (by Regents command) looking paler then usual and excusing himself to go elsewhere now that the task was done for the moment.

  Rowlyn however looks around with large excited eyes, because new surroundings and people! He wastes little time in walking further in cheerily, his father following behind with a little frown and silently cursing their currently opposite pryios.

[worldofdorkness]

It was another night for Frankie at  the convenience store where he worked although tonight was less pleasant than previous nights as his sire had come for his weekly visit. Neither one looked happy to be there, Frankie would rather just be working and not in the company of his sire and Mires would be much happier at home, not out and about where he could only make more trouble for himself and certainly not in some worn down convenience store where he was sure most of the patrons where drunk or stoned out of their minds. Other than the two already in there the convenience store was rather quiet tonight as few had came in, so the only noise other than the two chatting was some soft music playing over the speakers and the hum of the lights.  Mires would be sure to leave in a hurry once he had confirmed that Frankie had blood back at home and had not found himself in trouble recently, not truly knowing of what Frankie had been up to as of late.

[manticorablogs]

   A rather typical night in the Elysium as things were calming down a little after the ghoul and Prince scandal with just some new rumors and suspicions floating around about said escaped ghoul. Some whispering that she probably drowned herself before Eva got her, or that she’s in the depths of a Tremere laboratory paying for everything she ever did wrong.

  Rowlyn fakes a yawn after overhearing yet another parroted conversation about it. “I wish something else’d happen already” He tells his friend in a bored tone, “It’s like they all have nothing better to talk about.”

  His wish is seemingly almost immediately answered as someone puts a sealed letter and a folded piece of paper in front of him in passing. Blinking in surprise at that Rowlyn looks at the rapidly retreating back of another Tremere apprentice and frowns. “Okay...” Finding this a little peculiar but not uncommon inclan to pass messages along he reaches for the folded paper and opens it up, raising a brow curiously at the instructions and the name of the person he is apparently supposed to deliver this letter to. A very familiar name lately. “Oh, wow. Guess what?”

[manticorablogs]

   It has been a little over a week since Antony’s ghoulnapping incident and the old ghoul has changed his habits slightly after it. His master has given him an okay to take it easy until she arrives and so he spent the time actually paying more attention to Rowlyn.

   He knew it was likely that this kind of attachment will end in pain in the end but also could no longer simply ignore the child. Strange how life just catches up to one like that- Antony hadn’t even known of this ones birth as he was sent elsewhere and forgot about the fling but apparently Rowlyn’s mother had told about him and the child even had a photo of the couple to prove it.

  Rowlyn was eager for that lacking parental attention and has attached to Antony almost completely, the ghoul even took him out hunting...and let the child set some lowly shovelheads on fire. Dangerous but oh so enjoyable.

 This night Antony’d be sitting at the same table as his child at Elysium, occasionally whispering secrets of how to read people and kindred. However when the Elysium door opened the ghoul almost practically flew up and over to the newcomer.

  It was a woman with long black hair and darker skinned with a bindi mark. Her outfit was in no way modern, heavy black robes with arcane and geometric designs on them in red, and funny enough she had shoes with open toes. On her shoulder sat a strange small creature almost hidden under her hair, like some kind of bird with her face on it in a much calmer smiling expression.

  Ankita looked around the Elysium with her hands on her hips in those giant sleeves, then she looked to her ghoul already by her side and grabbed his face to inspect him a bit closer. Seemed fine to her so she let go and asked him in Latin  to lead her to the Prince.

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that was totally partially for mackey

[manticorablogs]

   Life was relatively normal for the Tremere ghoul called Antony. He had slept for most of the day after completing his duties. Then as usual he had pulled himself up early in the evening to get ready for yet another night before all the kindred woke up- these things were all blending together after so many years of the same routine that he had achieved a nearly robotic efficiency of getting ready.

   Tonight he was going to go watch over what the suspicious ghoul twins were up to again, and has packed away plenty of weapons into his signature coat. Of course...he has been warned by Callias to keep an eye out for Nosferatu after him. But his master’s wish overrode the worry from that.

  He’ll soon regret not heeding the warning.