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Samuel Gerrard

VAMPIRE

The Call of the Sanguine
« on: January 06, 2019, 07:08:23 PM »
Idly tapping his fingers against his desk, Samuel Gerrard gazed out of a window upon the skyline of Los Angeles; it was now 7'o'Clock in the evening, and the sun had been pulled down over an hour ago by Winter's grasp. Being born in Britain however, the Vampire could not quite call it Winter, given that it was still remarkably warm here in the City of Angels...but still, it was much better than the grasp of a Californian Summer. The first time he had felt it when he was still mortal made him shudder, especially for one as well-dressed as he. Now, Samuel's Vampiric nature dulled the feel of the heat on his skin...and was indeed thankful that he never needed to worry about sweat either. The Ruby Courtier was alone, his employees having left the offices just thirty minutes ago; as was his usual modus operandi here, he had always offered to close the Firm himself whilst the rest of them would go to enjoy their evenings...it made him a likeable boss. However, that wasn't why he did it, though Samuel still appreciated the sentiment; he had sent word in the shadows, saying that he kept it open to cater to the needs of others like him when mortal Lawyers wouldn't do the trick. It was his own niche amongst Vampire society, and it made him a wealthy corpse indeed; a neutral party like him was certainly needed in a world as cutthroat as that of the Hungry Dead...and a calmer one for his own Court at that as well. Still, business had grown rather quiet for him ever since Winter had come, and that both intrigued and vexed the Ruby Courtier at the same time. After all he didn't just stay here for the thrill of it...though it came in handy to keep up to date on all the paperwork coming in and out of the office. Of course, Samuel couldn't help but wonder as to what would happen should his nighttime business ever boom; should he consider bringing other like-minded Vampires with similar skills in on the business? Should he perhaps pass his blood down to another mortal, just as his own sire did to him? He had noticed that he had been noting down the traits of his employees as for what would make for ideal childer...but so far, had yet to make a choice. Sure, Richard, Marta and Marie were already trained lawyers...but what of James? The Vampire remembered promising the lad that, if he did well for the firm, he would personally finance his transition to Law School.

With the onset of ennui within him, Samuel rose from his chair and walked towards the window, taking in the sights of neighbouring Chinatown. His mind raced back to when he had first been here as a man...he got drunk at one of the restaurant-bars here, making him easier for his sire to bring him into the Eternal Night. In the night sky, he caught some of his own reflection in its semi-reflective surface. This prompted him to instinctively turn to the tall mirror he kept in his office; often times, it was to ensure that his clothing and hair were immaculate, since his trade was one where appearance played a large role. Samuel gazed upon his full reflection...and after all these years of unlife, it unnerved him slightly. To see oneself in the mirror, completely unaged for many decades certainly felt rather unusual to say the least. Out of reflex, he began to straighten his waistcoat and trousers, both of them charcoal grey. He adjusted his tie and his cufflinks, all of which complimented his pure, white shirt. Still, he couldn't help but continue to stare in the mirror, looking upon his frozen features.

@Carraidhin Glass

Re: The Call of the Sanguine
« Reply #1 on: January 21, 2019, 08:46:01 PM »

The fire within burned with a simmering fury, bringing low growls in the depth of her voice when she sighed. The Opal Court Queen was deeply displeased, more so because it was required that she leave her haven within the sins of Los Angeles proper. Traveling like any socialite and person of wealth, she flipped through her digital phone while scrolling through the texts and emails from her various servants, cartel, and managers, while sitting comfortably in the back of an expensive limousine with windows tinted darker than black. Many the same to report which left the darker depths of the Vampire Courts on edge and volatile. She could feel in the depth of her power and contained it with the ease of her Age, but it was growing uncomfortable - even for her. She had spent far too many centuries to build up her power base to have it challenged now. The Ruby Court had its presence here but it's Court Ruler knew better than to go to war with her in the heart of her territory. There was just too much money here and she liked to protect her hoard.

The limousine pulled up to a building before the overhead spoke a simple reply, "We have arrived, Ms Glass."

Carraidhin did not bother to reply but instead set her phone down and looked out at the Law Office of one Samuel Gerrard. The words were plainly labeled on the building, and it was a plain and functional building to look normal, but with a quick reach with her power, it was clearly filled with various 'magical folk'. A Ruby Court was clearly within -though quite young. She gave a slight frown that only barely made her bright red lips curl down. It did not impress her.

Pulling her Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses out of her Gucci handbag, she slipped the handbag over her arm as the door to the sidewalk opened and a hand waited to help her out. A foot out the door, stepping on the sidewalk with her red soled black heals, she stood only a mere 5'4" without the added three inches, Carraidhin looked through the sunglasses around the streets.

There was a woman who walked who clearly gawked a little at the aura that Carraidhin put off. It was a simple gauge for her to reign in the general appeal, but she could not help unprotected mortals from being attracted to her. It was not a point of pride but a point in power that after the first century she did not even notice anymore. Ignoring the woman, Carraidhin walked with grace it was as if she did not take steps at all right into the Law Office as her doorman also held open the door. Bright red curled hair braided and pinned with pristine care to the nape of her neck complimented perfectly the simple black pantsuit with a pearl-whit silk shirt underneath, Carraidhin kept her sunglasses on as she spoke. Her tone a melodic whisper that sounded more like a song than words. "Samuel Gerrard. I have a business proposition for you."




Samuel Gerrard

VAMPIRE

Re: The Call of the Sanguine
« Reply #2 on: January 24, 2019, 07:17:11 PM »
Feeling a powerful Vampiric presence press upon his the edge of his psyche, Samuel was snapped out of his near-entranced state at the sight of his reflection. It was ancient, similar to his own sire, but different as well...it lacked the burning, heckle-raising edge presented by those of the Ruby Court. Instead, the lawyer felt a sort of forbidden allure towards the presence, flickering a lustful fire in his unbeating heart. There were whispers upon this presence as those, the kind made when lovers met in secret; Samuel had encountered such a Vampiric presence before in Los Angeles' many night clubs and dens of iniquity, as well as in this very office of his...but never this intense. He was dealing with a Succubus of the Opal Court, and by God was it ancient. Composing himself, the Ruby Courtier went to work getting the bloodwine his sire had gifted to him last year. Ex'xi'che was a purveyor of the stuff, crafting delights that could actually get a Vampire drunk without having to partake of drunken mortals; this was but one of many applications of the sorcerous arts mastered by the Ruby Court, something that the Vampiric lawyer was very keen to further look into. In this case, the ancient Mayan had wrought a bloodwine that was wreathed in the lustful opulence favoured by the Succubi; such was the magic wrought into the liquid, the wine allowed those who drank it to experience it with same intensity of the Opal Court, whilst appealing to those same Vampire. He proceeded to lay out two glasses, and turquoise and gold-wrought bottle that contained the arcane beverage. As he heard the footsteps grow closer, Samuel raised back to his chair...and just in time too as the door opened. In walked a woman who was shorter than the Ruby Courtier, but her hair was kissed by fire and the allure she emitted threatened to break into his mind. His primal instincts were stirred; deep down, the younger Vampire wanted to bow before this goddess made flesh, to do as she bade him for even a flicker of her attention. Yet he wouldn't; that same iron will that reigned in his own feral impulses for terror and slaughter also kept him from being a love-struck puppet of who was clearly the Succubus Elder. She spoke, her words a melodic whisper, that further sought a caressing foothold into Samuel's psyche.

"Samuel Gerrard. I have a business proposition for you."

The Ruby Courtier then gave that cordial smile he always affected when dealing with a client, potential or frequent. "I'd be honoured to hear of it ma'am." He said, rising to pull out the chair on the opposite side of his desk as a gentleman's decorum demanded...the better to make a decent first impression "by all means take a seat and make yourself at home." Returning to his chair, the younger Vampire then proceeded to open the bottle slightly, letting loose the scent of libidinous lust and passion that his sire wove into the bloodwine; he knew such a scent would be very appealing to the Succubus in his office. "Would you like a drink ma'am? It is amongst the finest tipples wrought by hands of my patron." For Samuel, all of this was part and parcel of his job; to make potential clients feel wanted and valued, be they mortal or immortal. Hospitality was a powerful tool when used right, and he sought to use it very well in a society so tradition-bound as that of the Vampire Courts. Of course, he suspected that she might see through his platitudes, no doubt being used to centuries, maybe even millennia of politicking and grovelling.

@Carraidhin Glass

Re: The Call of the Sanguine
« Reply #3 on: February 10, 2019, 12:58:10 AM »

She sat with an air of royalty, the seat her throne and not a chair, she gave a wave of her hand that gestured for him to pour her a glass. Enhanced senses told her exactly what he was pouring and just how rare the vintage was. Carraidhin has to admit to herself that on this front she was charmed by his effort. Although it was strikingly obvious that he was a blend of both the old and new, defaulting to older familiar rules of engagement over the casualness that Carraidhin would see in the more mortal employee's that served under her. Though the expected niceties that are observed between two vampires in a formal business meeting it was very clear to her by his verbiage that he was still a painfully young vampire. It was not his fault. Being of the Ruby Court also may not have been his fault but not everyone could be in the Opal Court either. Carraidhin still felt resentful that she did not gain all the powers of her Sire, but having the power to be part of a brand new Court, back then anyway, was little to blink at either.

She did not accept the drink from his hand. She waited for him to set it down before she spoke. Something only connoisseurs knew. All wines must have time to breathe. "Ex'xi'che spoke highly of you." Carraidhin started. Her voice tonation little different from before, of course, holding no notes of displeasure or aggression, let alone the frustration and anger she already felt for having to even come here in the first place. Giving him a moment to know just who it was that sent her to his little, underrepresented law firm. She watched him with her bright green eyes, watching the human reactions that only the very old have mastered to hide.

"You see, I have a small problem that is picking away at my business. It is small and attempting to go unnoticed but only a good business owner would leave such things alone. It is slowly eating through both my profit margin and my resources. Resources that are available to those like us." It was then that the glass floated flawlessly up from the table and into her hand comfortably raised upon the armrest of the chair. Simple magic that Carraidhin no longer thought about in immortal presence. "Ex'xi'che, unfortunately has a similar problem. Now I understand that you are a lawyer, but according to Ex'xi'che, you have a gift for bleeding out the truth. The truth that is not so easily found in our way of life. Is this true?" Her eyes narrowed but a fraction, catching even a hint of surprise or fear, or guilt. He has no scent of her kind on him or within this place but a scent can easily fade with the passing of hands.




Samuel Gerrard

VAMPIRE

Re: The Call of the Sanguine
« Reply #4 on: March 09, 2019, 04:58:24 PM »
Samuel sensed the unspoken cue regarding the glass of wine, and so placed it down the upon the table before proceeding to go and take a seat himself. Easing himself back into his own chair. At the mention of his sire speaking highly of him, the younger Vampire could not help but smile; he remained a proud man, even in undeath, and it certainly felt good to be appreciated.

"My sire always did refer to me as the best gamble he ever made," he began with a wry chuckle, "first I was turned for a bet, and now he received more than just a boon for his trouble."

It was then that he listened to what the Elder Succubus had to offer; through the descriptions she offered of her situation, also a similar one shared by his sire, Samuel took note of her neutral tone of voice. He himself used it very frequently in scenarios where impartiality was a must for one such as he; it conveyed neutrality on his part, letting others feel as though they could bare all their truths in front of him. Most importantly, it hid what he truly thought about the parties where such interactions were acquired, and many times had he had to listen to scenarios that he personally found distasteful. This naturally made him wonder what it was that Carraidhin was hiding; given that most of the Elders he had come across in his unlife were a prideful sort, perhaps it was irritation at having to turn to the services of a considerably younger Vampire. When she then referred to him having a talent for extracting the truth from things that even Vampires could not. In this, he maintained his own neutral tone, even though being called upon by an Elder for such a service certainly tingled his pride to a great degree.

"Ex'xi'che would be correct, its a talent that's actually crucial to my profession, where the fate of a person can be decided by the right truth or lie. This is no more different to how it is amongst our kind, but here, given how territorial we are regardless of Court, truth itself can be a matter of unlife or final death. I've extracted the truth from the things that life has established a foundation within me, and allowed the Blood to refine it. I have no fixed method ma'am, since every case I've worked with is like the blood of mortals; unique and varied in its intricacies."

After that was said, Samuel then proceeded to partake of his own wine, calling the glass to his own hand with the powers of the Blood. He proceeded to inhale deeply of it, sampling all of the substances the Mayan Vampire had woven into it to achieve its mystic flavour. He then put the glass to lips, and let the sanguine drink tipple down his dead throat. The sensation within it caused a sensation that reminded him of his first climax after the loss of his virginity...he could actually see why the Opal Court truly had their sensual tastes. Shuddering at the potency of the sensation, which felt like the aftermath of a lurid night on the town, he spoke, letting the truth bleed into his every word.

"Ah, so this is what its like to have the Opal Court's pallet? Your bloodline certainly has exquisite taste milady."

@Carraidhin Glass

Re: The Call of the Sanguine
« Reply #5 on: March 17, 2019, 08:19:07 PM »

Carraidhin concluded that either Samuel Gerrard was a simple man with a simple sense of intent, or he had no prior knowledge of this predicament and spoke truthfully. One would be a waste of her time, the other kept him alive where he sat. It was not his elegant tongue that was helping him, most certainly. The pleasure of the drink rippled over him in a way that fed her inner beast with a gentle kitten's paw. So young. SO easy to manipulate and control if just a sip had him feeling just this. Had she not promised Ex'xi'che to play nice with one of his pets, she wouldn't mind watching her girls and boys educate him in the ways of the Opal Court.

Then again, she was not about to let on to Ex'xi'che just how much of a weakness this boy had to her kind. She gave a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes as she sipped from her glass. It was exotic, delicate, and very potent. A delightful drink that could entice a weaker Opal Vampire to indulge deeper than just a drink from a chalice. She allowed some of her enjoyment to show on her face simply for show. "This, is but a taste." She said in truth, though the illusion really was that this could very well be but a drop in a finite time, and their time could be infinitely filled with such pleasure.

A snap of her fingers, her driver walked in through the doors of the office from the car, slipped a folder on the desk and walked right out without acknowledging either Carraidhin or Samuel. "You will be well compensated for the time, and I will send aid to assist in your little," Her eyes looked around the office with a pause,  "business to give you the free time you may need. They are certified, and you can always take your pick if you must. All the files you need are in the folder along with a ... token to allow you access to area's you may not be able to pass." The smile on her lips every bit that of a succubus. "Ex'xi'che asked that I not mark you, or the token may not have been necessary." And for the first time, she leaned forward and slipped a piece of paper with a row of numbers for his eyes only. "Payment, half upon agreement, the other half once completed plus any necessary compensation."