[Giuliana] Caution (Jan. 20, 2010 part 1)
Stepping into the ballroom, the Mekhet glances around, stopping short when her eyes land on two individuals mingling amongst the crowd, hidden from the sight of the gathering. She surreptitiously edges around the room, her back to the wall as she casually gets a better look at the two, who seem to be watching the gathering, and haven’t given her more than a cursory glance.
She rests her shoulder against the wall lightly, the medium box in her hands balance carefully. Natoli glances at her with a concerned expression, mouthing, “What’s wrong?” The former Marine isn’t used to seeing her liege’s back against a wall, and knows that it’s a sign of a possible unseen threat.
Giuliana shakes her head subtly, not responding. One of the hidden Kindred looks a bit like a gypsy, very young in appearance, and the other is Hispanic, and she gets the feeling that he’s not the most honest of characters.
Just then, Samuel enters the room, and Giuliana fixes her eyes on him. As soon as he glances in her direction, she nods in greeting and brushes a stray strand of hair behind her ear slowly, watching him. He nods in response, brushing a hand across his temple, and then she’s in, her mind meshing with his as he smiles slightly at her.
“Two individuals hidden in this room. Do you see them? One appears as a gypsy, the other is Hispanic.”
“Shadow. I am unaware of the second.” He frowns slightly, glancing around, and then continues, “All hidden things are unhidden to Shadow’ed eyes.”
“Do you know either of them?” Giuliana shifts the box in her hands, glancing at Aidan and Natoli. Aidan is surveying the gathering, but Natoli keeps glancing at her, knowing something is going on.
Samuel’s voice seeps into Giuliana’s mind again, “Shadow and his associate. Both are approved by the Dominus.”
“Si, bene. I appreciate the information.” Giuliana relaxes and pushes off the wall, going towards the cluster of tables across the room.
“And also,” Samuel continues, “good evening, Gia.”
Her lips part slightly at his use of her nickname, and she sets the wrapped box on a table, “Buona sotto, Samuel.” She sits as Aidan pulls a chair out for her, Natoli’s presence at her back, “My apologies, I find myself watching my back even more these nights.”
“Because you are a Seneschal now, hmm? I would offer congratulations, but they would be insincere.”
She resists the urge to glance at him behind her shoulder and flash fangs at him, “Amusing, but it isn’t entirely related to that.”
“Then?”
“Signor Stone of the Carthian Movement is not entirely fond of me at the moment.” And with the death of my sire… my former lige… the torpor of my childe…. I could go on… she doesn’t voice the rest of it, but she can sense that he’s picked up on her mood and he’s curious.
“Ah, yes. I do recall something about that.”
“Si.”
“It is good to see you.”
“Likewise. It has been… two weeks?”
“Too long… settle with too long?”
“Si…” She tilts her head slightly, her face hidden from his view, brows furrowing in confusion. What is it that makes men long for my company…
“You need to give me your word on something.”
This time, she does glance back at him, “Si?”
“If I tell you to walk out the door, do so.”
“Ok… is there something I should know?” She looks around the gathering again, noting newcomers.
“Not as far as I am aware.”
“But you feel there may be a threat tonight.” It’s a statement more than a question.
He answers simply, “I always assume a threat.”
“Si, but this seems more so than usual.”
“Perhaps.”
-to be continued-
She rests her shoulder against the wall lightly, the medium box in her hands balance carefully. Natoli glances at her with a concerned expression, mouthing, “What’s wrong?” The former Marine isn’t used to seeing her liege’s back against a wall, and knows that it’s a sign of a possible unseen threat.
Giuliana shakes her head subtly, not responding. One of the hidden Kindred looks a bit like a gypsy, very young in appearance, and the other is Hispanic, and she gets the feeling that he’s not the most honest of characters.
Just then, Samuel enters the room, and Giuliana fixes her eyes on him. As soon as he glances in her direction, she nods in greeting and brushes a stray strand of hair behind her ear slowly, watching him. He nods in response, brushing a hand across his temple, and then she’s in, her mind meshing with his as he smiles slightly at her.
“Two individuals hidden in this room. Do you see them? One appears as a gypsy, the other is Hispanic.”
“Shadow. I am unaware of the second.” He frowns slightly, glancing around, and then continues, “All hidden things are unhidden to Shadow’ed eyes.”
“Do you know either of them?” Giuliana shifts the box in her hands, glancing at Aidan and Natoli. Aidan is surveying the gathering, but Natoli keeps glancing at her, knowing something is going on.
Samuel’s voice seeps into Giuliana’s mind again, “Shadow and his associate. Both are approved by the Dominus.”
“Si, bene. I appreciate the information.” Giuliana relaxes and pushes off the wall, going towards the cluster of tables across the room.
“And also,” Samuel continues, “good evening, Gia.”
Her lips part slightly at his use of her nickname, and she sets the wrapped box on a table, “Buona sotto, Samuel.” She sits as Aidan pulls a chair out for her, Natoli’s presence at her back, “My apologies, I find myself watching my back even more these nights.”
“Because you are a Seneschal now, hmm? I would offer congratulations, but they would be insincere.”
She resists the urge to glance at him behind her shoulder and flash fangs at him, “Amusing, but it isn’t entirely related to that.”
“Then?”
“Signor Stone of the Carthian Movement is not entirely fond of me at the moment.” And with the death of my sire… my former lige… the torpor of my childe…. I could go on… she doesn’t voice the rest of it, but she can sense that he’s picked up on her mood and he’s curious.
“Ah, yes. I do recall something about that.”
“Si.”
“It is good to see you.”
“Likewise. It has been… two weeks?”
“Too long… settle with too long?”
“Si…” She tilts her head slightly, her face hidden from his view, brows furrowing in confusion. What is it that makes men long for my company…
“You need to give me your word on something.”
This time, she does glance back at him, “Si?”
“If I tell you to walk out the door, do so.”
“Ok… is there something I should know?” She looks around the gathering again, noting newcomers.
“Not as far as I am aware.”
“But you feel there may be a threat tonight.” It’s a statement more than a question.
He answers simply, “I always assume a threat.”
“Si, but this seems more so than usual.”
“Perhaps.”
-to be continued-