Post by Blake Sterling Jr. on Jul 22, 2015 3:59:02 GMT -8
Lord Vesuvius holds the invitation in his hand looking at it.
The old vampire looks in the mirror.
“We really have lost count of these events. How many masks have we worn? How deep does one take this event in these modern times? What’s even still known about the creation of them? That it use to be something the peasants did in France.”
He holds up the mask, making some cuts to it.
“Wonder if they will even notice We don’t even have a correct mask? We were just drawn to this mask and couldn’t resist. Things mean different things now at days anyway. I do like the layers of this event and even the reasons. The Toreador are celebrating the Nosferatu. Not even in an ironic gesture but one out of from what I can tell respect.” Makes another cut “Times have changed indeed.”
He shakes the can and the marble rattles inside. He sprays over the garish colors the mask had and goes for a solid look. “Not as fancy as they were at the height of fashion but We have always been fond of the early years. Ah the peasants, always a good source for entertainment in their squalor… Glad to see that hasn’t changed, only they are less aware of being peasants… Middle class HA!”
“Mr. Lecroix, bring us the silver paint”
The blanked faced ghoul moves in near robot like fashion to pick up and deliver the silver paint to the elder vampire. “Thank you, Mr. Lecroix. Kneel down so we can check the fit to see if it’s correct.” The ghoul kneels and the vampire places the mask on his face securing it tightly.
“How does that fit feel?”
“It feels perfect, Lord Vesuvius.”
“Does it bother your glasses?”
“It feels perfect, Lord Vesuvius.”
Looking at the mask, the Ventrue turns his head to the side and clicks his tongue. “It needs something. It’s too plain. Do you have any suggestions Mr. Lecroix?”
“The mask is perfect, Lord Vesuvius.”
“You’re correct. That’s exactly what it needs.” Taking the brush and the silver paint he paints a small symbol on the mask.”
“We will be surprised if anyone knows what that symbol means. However being surprised is really the only thing we look forward to.”
The old vampire looks in the mirror.
“We really have lost count of these events. How many masks have we worn? How deep does one take this event in these modern times? What’s even still known about the creation of them? That it use to be something the peasants did in France.”
He holds up the mask, making some cuts to it.
“Wonder if they will even notice We don’t even have a correct mask? We were just drawn to this mask and couldn’t resist. Things mean different things now at days anyway. I do like the layers of this event and even the reasons. The Toreador are celebrating the Nosferatu. Not even in an ironic gesture but one out of from what I can tell respect.” Makes another cut “Times have changed indeed.”
He shakes the can and the marble rattles inside. He sprays over the garish colors the mask had and goes for a solid look. “Not as fancy as they were at the height of fashion but We have always been fond of the early years. Ah the peasants, always a good source for entertainment in their squalor… Glad to see that hasn’t changed, only they are less aware of being peasants… Middle class HA!”
“Mr. Lecroix, bring us the silver paint”
The blanked faced ghoul moves in near robot like fashion to pick up and deliver the silver paint to the elder vampire. “Thank you, Mr. Lecroix. Kneel down so we can check the fit to see if it’s correct.” The ghoul kneels and the vampire places the mask on his face securing it tightly.
“How does that fit feel?”
“It feels perfect, Lord Vesuvius.”
“Does it bother your glasses?”
“It feels perfect, Lord Vesuvius.”
Looking at the mask, the Ventrue turns his head to the side and clicks his tongue. “It needs something. It’s too plain. Do you have any suggestions Mr. Lecroix?”
“The mask is perfect, Lord Vesuvius.”
“You’re correct. That’s exactly what it needs.” Taking the brush and the silver paint he paints a small symbol on the mask.”
“We will be surprised if anyone knows what that symbol means. However being surprised is really the only thing we look forward to.”