#jamie 001.

[calxlaskaris]

It is not a difficult thing, really, to find Hyacinth’s place of residence. Someone of such power is not truly capable of remaining hidden, and Cal has always been the resourceful kind. Ask the right people the right questions, a guiding hand to make sure they’re willing to cooperate, and nearly any information can become available. And so he finds himself standing at the entry to the villa, one hand shoved inside his pocket as the other knocks on the door. While he’s expecting the rift, he is not to surprised to find a vampire in his stead, recalling the mention of one in their conversation at the temple. Someone dear to Hyacinth, or so was the implication. Cal’s gaze falls over him, a mild interest piqued, even if it’s not the person that he came here for. “You must be the vampire he spoke of.” ( @waeteeth​ )

[anemosofnyx]

@waeteeth​​

Though vampires still remain generally low on Anemos’s list of tolerable species, their sins not wholly forgiven for that messy cult business, the spirit also has bigger fish to fry for the time being. At least with their own two hands. And they suppose that out of the ones in the city, they like the photographer best. He’d shot Grace’s nudes, because the oneiroi is vain enough to want them professionally done, and has proved himself to be decent company in the meanwhile. Thus, they’ve made the executive decision to not begrudge him his species, so long as he remains worthy of such exemption and doesn’t try anything. “So what do you typically like to shoot? Or is your portfolio full of tastefully posed naked bodies?” They question playfully, taking a sip from their drink. The cocktail lounge provides a nice atmosphere, while not being overly loud as a club would be, and is quickly becoming one of Anemos’s favorite places in the city. 

[theonxepialos]

starter for @jamieprice.

where: aurelia, queenset isles

when: current timeline

note: what's a mercenary like you doing on an island like this

Normally, signing himself up for a recovery team seemed some cruel and senseless joke, but Theon wouldn't relent until there was some sign of the missing gladiator. A promise made not only to himself but a certain Sinarian, but the assassin was never really proficient in teamwork and as such 'joining a recovery team' had more or less turned into stealing a small boat for his own missive. Before the sun had rose in the sky, he'd set off; a mere day after news of the wreckage had filtered through Lysaran lands. Through the dense brush which greeted him, he wielded one scimitar slashing through vines and shrubbery which stood in his way. No signs of life, save for birds, had been on the shore but some of the wreckage had littered the sands, which offered a small sign that someone could be stationed within.

Coming to a clearing in the brush, propelled by footsteps and snapped twigs, Theon raised a brow at who was sat within. "You look like shit," not every mercenary would come to know one another, but he'd seen this one before, down within the cisterns collecting contracts and Theon had taken note.

[rimonakyun]

starter for: @wae-teeth​ location: oot an’ aboot

“So, when are you going to stop— how do the westerns put it, beating around the bush?” her head is delicately cocked to the side as her obsidian irises bore into the vampire that stood before her. The two had been in and out of each other’s for longer than she could truly remember now, the sub rosa approach to their relationship having long fallen out of taste for the replacement of loyalty. But she had missed a lot with travels, the store, and playing at countess on a regular basis. A lot more than the fellow vampire had originally realized until making her little check-ins showed the many cracks forming in the foundation of their life in Rome. Well, maybe not as much her own foundation as much as his own and she wondered how safe any of them really were here. Ayla had been attacked, after all, and Rimona would be a liar if she said it hadn’t affected her deeply and not just because their bloodline was so interconnected. “Come on, you know I’ve always got your back,” her hand gently slaps his arm before tossing in a playful grin, just as a little cherry on top.