Of Virtue and Vice
10th of November 2006 A.D.
"Wait a sec, I have to make a call, I have something for you to look at Harry..." So saying you ask Bones to pick up the Akuma's sword from the armory, go find the Beige Wagon which you had left in the parking lot outside of Chicago Synthetics Headquarters and bring it over, adding that he should top up the car is they ask for it. As Clippy clicks off you find Harry starring at you. "What?"
He shakes his head. "Just hard to internalize you have people now, working for you."
Thomas just rolls his eyes behind his back, even that gesture having the kind of Bohemian elegance some people would kill for. "So you want to know about the Epulum Jovis right?" At your nod he leans back on the couch, lazily holding the beer he had liberated from Harry's fridge.. "First thing you have to know is what White Court Vampires are kind of like Puss in Boots, you know from the last Shrek movie."
"What?" you struggle to smother a laugh.
"Yeah, he's wearing silly clothes, has a little boots and a Zorro hat, but inside it's a solitary hypercarnivore that only comes together to mate which can and has wiped out whole ecosystems." He does laugh, but there is no joy to it.
Mister jumps onto the couch looking suspiciously smug as he curls into a ball next to his nominal master. The wizard glances down at him and grumbles "Way to ruin a Disney movie,"
"That's not... you know what nevermind." You decide then and there that you are getting him that cyberdevil invested TV.
Thomas picks up where he had left off as though nothing had interrupted him"We are not
supposed to have a society deep down. Human society is our camouflage, our hunting ground, but the etiquette, the rules, the hierarchies, those are like boots on a cat. Eventually they are going to try to wiggle out unless someone pushes the boots back on. That is what these festivals are about. No one has cared about Jupiter in two thousand years and more, it is about forcing scores of vampires, should be about sixty if this is an average night, into a room and making them play nice with each other, mingle with your peers without trying to mindfu... er control them, get controlled by your elders by subtler means." Bitterness drips from his words making you very glad indeed that you had not asked him to come with. "At the same time since you are not supposed to mess with people of roughly the same social standing its one of the few chances most vampires have to for a one night stand together without the risk of getting dominated. I guess it's the closest thing to a
romantic get together for people who find actual love poisonous."
"Sounds lovely," you proclaim drily, leaning close to the whispers of power to make sure pity does not show on your face. That's the last thing Thomas wants to see as demonstrated by the fact that he's carefully not looking at Harry.
Lost 1 Essence (Subterfuge Excellency) -> Now at 13/15
"Watch your drink in there," Thomas continues. "Stimulants are considered part of the fun and tranquilizers are... marginal as long as the victim is only embarrassed as a consequence."
Not that you would ever admit it with Harry around but you have been to parties like that, not with vampires obviously, but then you were not... whatever you've become back then so it more than evens out.
"Drugs?" Harry asks alarmed, confirming your thoughts. "What kind?"
Thomas shrugs. "I don't know. What's the hottest new synthetic blend these days? I haven't been to one of these things in years." Seeing Harry open his mouth, no doubt with an even stronger objection to your presence he raises a hand. "She's supernaturally perceptive, she'll catch anyone stupid enough to have a go at her and if
wants to try something out her healing's strong enough to power through doses meant for a vampire."
"I bet Charity and Michael will see it that way," Harry cuts in sarcastically.
His tone has nothing on Thomas' though. "Yeah Heaven forbid the girl going in there to kill people as a show of force get a little LSD in her drink while she is taking part in wholesome bonding activities." He cuts himself off, visibly calms down. "Don't get me wrong I have no problem with killing the sick bastards who are planning some kind of wizard cull, but acting like taking drugs that aren't on the 'approved by the US government' list is more of a moral hazard than taking
a life is... nonsense." Something tells you he would have liked to use a stronger word.
Part of you wants to recoil at the argument, to lash out. After what happened to Rosie, to Nelson you hate drugs, but how much of that hate is trying to shift self-loathing? 'Thou shalt not kill' is a Commandment, 'Thou shalt not get high' isn't.
How does Molly react to the argument?
[] She remains resolved in the belief that drugs are terrible and make everything worse
[] She inwardly acknowledges that Thomas has a point and her present disdain for them is in part her attempt to shift blame for what she did to her friends
[] Write in
OOC: Poor Harry is wishing the conversation would move back to the cannibal shapashifters about now.