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When Nikola enters the bar this evening, his usually immaculate appearance is somewhat marred by the blood splattered on his clothes (and his face and his hands and his--gasp--hair

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[mogget_cat]

Yrael smiles as she sees the smug vampire who she'd been missing enter the bar.

"You, my dear, are a mess," says the lounging not'cat in the rafters, putting down her book.

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Nikola is busy wiping blood from his face when he glances up to the rafters and sees her, smiling in greeting.

"Yes, well, massacres do tend to get messy."

[mogget_cat]

"I miss all the fun," she sighs. "Who was massacred?"

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"Johnny and I paid a little visit to the Cabal's major installations. The real ones this time."

He smirks. "Much as I hate to admit it, he does know how to let loose and have a good time."

[queenofmay]

Marian had come from the Security Hall, and was headed to order her tea when she noticed the man. Or rather noticed all of the blood on the man, in question. He did not seem to be standing or hold poorly, but it is habit as well as concerned curiosity. She cannot help that. "Are you alright?"

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Nikola glances up from his glass with a(n almost) friendly smile.

"I'm just fine yes, thank you."

[queenofmay]

"Forgive me, it simply that you appear--" she let the sentence linger last word unsaid, as she raised a hand, to make a graceful gestured to his body and hair. Though it is an astute appraisal to her blue-grey eyes. She spends her days in a court where all appearance as disbelieving.

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Smirking, Nikola picks up the handkerchief Bar provided him with and wipes a bit of blood off his cheek. "Handsome? Charming? Unbelievably clever?"

Because clearly, those were appropriate ways to end her sentence.