The year is 2020 and Seattle has quickly grown to become one of the vampiric society's finest cities.
The Camarilla rules the city with an iron fist, ensuring the survival of the Kindred, and with it, the
rule of the Masquerade: Their existence must remain a secret to humans, and the Prince of the City sits
at the top of the hierarchy, enforcing the laws of the undead.
The clans of the Camarilla fight for power: It's a game of chess and your next move might determine
the future of all. When push comes to shove, which side will you take - and as a character with the
potential to shift the game, what will your next move be?
SOME RULES ARE UNBREAKABLE
In the past few months, the rate of newly embraced vampires have skyrocketed - most of which has
not been sanctioned by Prince Algernon: The Camarilla have worked day and night trying to track
down the one's responsible, but where one lead ends, another begins. Unable to figure out the culprits
behind the mass-embrace, the Camarilla finds itself caught between trying to restore power and ensuring
that the laws of the Masquerade are not broken - again.
A Blood Hunt has been called, and the Scourge has been sent out - and so the Caitiff are being hunted
down: Nothing but Final Death awaits them.
"Cooking is more instinct than actual talent." He offered simply, "Some have that instinct, others do not." While Ash rarely had the time for cooking, he had a few dishes that he could make - and make really well, too. He wasn't about to announce that, though. "Thankfully, takeaway food isn't half bad most of the time."
It seemed they'd found yet another thing they could agree on. While it wasn't a permanent solution, Ash had to agree that it sounded rather amazing. Just the snow and his dogs. A small cabin with a fireplace somewhere remote. That was all he needed. "Unless bears count as bullshit." He said, pursing his lips in an amused manner.
"What more could one want - a cool badge and staring at nice butts in uniforms all day," he replied - while his tone was somewhat dry, there was still an amused glint in his dark eyes. "Probably shouldn't write that in your application, though. They're not much for jokes there." He'd seen many joksters bite the dust, trying to win over the teachers by being funny and failing horrendously.
It still gave him nightmares.
Snorting, Ash nodded in agreement, "Right? But then, after you've actually become a cop, some see enough bad shit that they'd just prefer desk duty. I also see a lot of newly wedded and first time parents deciding they're through putting themselves at risk and seeking the comforts of the desk rather than the streets." While he didn't necessarily agree with it, he did kind of understand it. Besides, they needed someone to do that work, too and if people signed up for it willingly, then all the better, right? "Probably shouldn't write that in your application either." He offered with a wry smile. "But once you're through with the academy, there's a lot of different paths you could take. You could be a beat cop, or even apply to become a detective."
A small chuckle rounded her lips as she gave a considering nod to him "I guess so, takeaway food isn't the absolute worst, but it does get old." She gave a slight smile as she straightened herself and tried to look busy, wiping off the counter and taking a survey of the customers, it seemed like it was a slow night, not the best for tips, but she couldn't really complain. She got to chat up a cute guy for her shift at the very least. "See I don't think i'd mind the bears, They're kinda cute in a large fluffy way."
A mischievous smile played on her lips as she tossed the rag over her shoulder, leaning over a small bit to whisper. "So avoid mentioning that I'm totally gonna be checking out the butts and that the sterling Mr.Taylor is the one who convinced me to make a career change.. for the butts of course." She chuckled a small bit and held up her palms in a mock surrender "No butt talk on the application." She was actually enjoying the thought of all of this, a serious job that would possibly let her get a good sleep at night, sounded perfect.
"I'd cut off my own fingers before I begged to be a desk bunny, too boring and I would completely get fat from all the chinese takeout...and donuts, I hear theres a thing with cops and those." Perhaps that would make a good first day gift? "Fucked up shit doesn't really bug me, I got blessed with a pretty strong stomach. I wanna be right in the action, some of those bad situations, I want em. Would be nice to put out some good into this world with all the bad.
A snort escaped him. "That's only until you piss one of them off and they chew off your face." He shuddered a little at the thought. While Ash didn't have to worry about bears, living in a big city and all, they weren't the kind of animals he would willingly seek out. Big dogs, sure. Bears? Not a chance.
Ash opened his mouth to protest, but she only kept going. He couldn't help the slight frown that crossed his features: While he knew (more: thought) that she was kidding, there was still this sneaking suspicion that if she ever did end up in his precinct, she would make his life a living hell. "Good." He said, eyeing her warily as he took another sip of his now stale beer.
Rolling his eyes at the donuts remark, Ash decided it wasn't even worth pointing out. "Just don't get too eager about it or they might think there's something wrong with you and send you off to therapy to "work out your issues"." He even lifted his fingers to add the quote marks himself. He'd seen far too many young stars burn out before their time.
"But yeah," he quickly added, "If you want to do something good and attempt at making a change in the world..." He gestured towards his chest, where he usually kept his badge. "Law enforcement is the legal way to do it."
She couldnt help but chuckle a bit, she had always found bears rather cute, and she was pretty sure she could take one, well a black bear maybe, no way in hell a grizzly. "Fair point, bears do not seem like the best animals to get friendly with." She tapped her fingers lightly on the counter and gave a slight nod to the notion. Maybe it would be unwise to try to pet a bear. Though she really kind of wanted to.
"Dont worry superstar. I won't do anything to embarrass you.. On purpose." She added the last bit with a small chuckle. Of course she wouldn't do it on purpose...but she could always do it on accident. She did however take a fair bit of seriousness with his next point. "Speaking from personal on this one or does it really happen that often? No worries though, been this long without seeing a therapist."
She turned her thoughts to something else, considering she was about to go on break shortly and someone else would take over for the time. "So not to be bold but uh. You wanna maybe wanna get a coffee or something together sometime. To be clear, yes, this is you being hit on, no it will not make it awkward if you say no there will however be pouting." She figured bluntness was the best way to go about this sort of thing
"Especially not if they have cubs." He nearly shuddered at the thought. He'd never seen a bear himself, but if he could go by what he'd seen in movies and heard on the news... Well, it wasn't something he ever wanted to experience. But then, he could totally understand the appeal. Somewhat, at least.
A smile spread across his lips as a chuckle escaped him, "I'll just pretend I don't know you." He offered with something of a shrug. Besides, most people wouldn't think he knew any ladies to begin with, so it wouldn't be hard to sell. He considered her question for a moment. "We don't do routine therapy, but we're required to see one after being involved in a shooting or other traumatic situations." There was no point in sugarcoating it. "So, if you manage to avoid those, you'll likely never have to see one." Somehow, he doubted that to be the case.
It never ceased to surprise him whenever a woman asked him out. It had nothing to do with equality, but it seemed despite that fact, some women seemed to prefer that the men do all the heavy lifting. Still, it was a nice change of pace. "Ah, pouting..." He said, shaking his head, "My biggest weakness." He offered her something of a smile at that, before quickly continuing. "Sure, I'd like that."
She'd already given him her number: Perhaps the bluntness shouldn't have surprised him. "Just name the time and place."
A creeping smile slid over her face when he accepted her offer of a date. She had done it, she had secured her first date. "Well.. how about Tuesday? The second worst day of the week, may make it a little better. Your pick I know a really nice Italian place and I know a really great mexican place. Whatever food you like better." There was a grin on her face for once.
"So pouting is the way to get a date from you, I have learned the trick now. There was a chuckle as she untied the apron from around her waist. "Well, seems I'll have busy day tomorrow checking out my new potential future..Since I'm about to head off on a break.... I'm gonna hold you to texting me at some point..and to seeing you Tuesday.." She waved over the person who was to relieve her from her shift for a bit. "It's been...a night." She added to him with a chuckle.
She would hang around a moment for him to finish speaking before she gave a small wave and headed for the door.
"I haven't had Italian in a while." He mused thoughtfully, but quickly continued, "Tuesday works well." Unless something came up, of course. But it wasn't like he could know that ahead of time - and it wouldn't be the first time he'd have to ditch on a date, either. Fingers crossed.
The corners of Ash's lips turned upwards in amusement. Shaking his head, he couldn't help the huff that passed his lips as he did so. "Ah, yes. I think the only thing that works better than a pout are those puppy eyes." And damn did they work well, too.
It seemed their night was coming to a close. It was probably for the best, anyway. It was getting late and Ash had to get up early for work. Folding the napkin she'd written down her number on and placing it inside the pocket of his jacket, Ash patted the spot. "Tuesday." He repeated before pushing himself off of the counter.
