Nothing to do.

[immortalbrat]

    Lestat is bored, he has been wandering the halls of the mansion this evening but nothing has happened that has really grabbed his attention. The man asleep amongst the paper almost succeeded in doing so, but after a second glance he just passed on by and made his way to the door. Feeling the need to be alone he makes his way out to the porch

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[ruinedprodigal]

Enter one demon descendant that has happened outside as well. Having arrived during the daytime before he's finally returned to scope out the location at which he initially arrived.

He takes comfort in this darkness, not only for the relief it gives his eyes where light would cause them pain, but for the shield it gives to the rest of him, so covered in the scars of holy script across his flesh.

He pauses on the porch and looks first at the steps, then up at the sky for a long moment before he finally takes notice of Lestat.

"Evening."

[immortalbrat]

"A pleasant one." He replies and turns toward the other occupant of the porch. "And who might you be?"

[ruinedprodigal]

"Belimai Sykes. And you are?..."

[immortalbrat]

"Lestat de Lioncourt. What brings you out this evening? Trouble sleeping?"

[tanstagi]

Because there's not really any power structure to overthrow in the Mansion, Hagbard's been reverting to a very immature state. He's sitting in a tree that a man of his age shouldn't even be able to climb, watching Lestat with a broad grin.

After a few minutes, he throws an apple at the vampire's head with astounding force.

[immortalbrat]

Lestat shouts a very loud curse as the apple smacks him on the side of the head. "What the hell was that for?!" He yells as he stands and whirls around toward the direction the apple came from.

[tanstagi]

"For being boring and broody, that's what!" Hagbard shouts, throwing his voice inexpertly to the left of the porch.

[immortalbrat]

"Your voice is over there, however I know that you are somewhere over here. It was a nice attempt, though it would be a good idea to work on the skill." He sits back down on the bench, "Luckily I really couldn't care less about revenge at the moment, for the apple or the comments, so you can come out from wherever you're hiding if you wish and I will not harm you."

[sweariwontdie]

Lately, Armand has been running back and forth between the house-in-progress and the Mansion a lot. Even at odd hours. He's come back for more lamps from the plothole and sees Lestat on his way out again. "Bonsoir, monsieur."

[immortalbrat]

Lestat turns his head toward Armand and nods. "Good evening." He sees the lamps in his arms, and gives him a funny look. "Lamps?"

[sweariwontdie]

Armand blushes. "There aren't lights at the new house yet. I wanted to work on something over there."

[immortalbrat]

"I see. Well..." He's not really one to offer help, "Why are you moving exactly?"

[impossiblenicki]

David is hunting, and so Nicki has a little while to himself to wander and take in the night air. He comes across Lestat... and sighs, unsure as to whether he should approach and speak to him or not.

[immortalbrat]

Lestat has taken to swinging the bench very slightly back and forth, as he does this the chain in Nicki's direction squeaks, he looks over toward it and it is then that he spots Nicki. "Were you just going to stand there Nicolas, or were you going to say hello?"

[impossiblenicki]

Well damn. Nicki wanders over in Lestat's direction, staring at his feet. "Hello, Lestat. How are you?"

[immortalbrat]

Is almost amused by Nicki's posture. "I'm well, though you seem a less than enthused to see me." He grins. "Would you rather I hadn't noticed you there?"