He looks her over smiling.

"Your a fine young ventrue"  He says

"Too many fledglings as newly embraced as you think either too much, or too little of themselves"

nods "But you are proud to be who you are, but aware of your lowly position in things currently."
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 310):

"Yes, currently." she says casually, in an agreeable manner. She is sure he must be able to read the intentionally veiled ambition there. "I'm finding certain options becoming clearer to me however. I think many of our kind underestimate the power in diversity.". She says this a bit more quietly, not wanting to offend any of the surrounding guests. Seeking allies outside the traditional clan alliances was not something that was widely accepted. Jacqueline was becoming convinced that would be the only way she would hold real power. Something so unpalatable to some kindred was best spoken quietly.

he nods "You are quite an impressive lady" He smiles

"Please accept this humble gift." He says reaching for a bag and drawing out a silver plated revolver, with a marble trigger.

Her sire glances to her reminding to her the choice is entirely hers but she needs to be CAUTIOUS in what decision she makes refusing a gift angers the one offering it, accepting it links you to the one who gives it.

you need to consider more then just wanting or not wanting the thing in question.

"You are right, the power of diversity, is ignored by all too many kindred" he sighs.
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In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 312):

Jacqueline smiles at the compliment. She watches Giles, assuming he is going to offer her the beautifully made pistol. Before he draws the gun out completely she delicately places her hand on his, tucking the gun back. "I'm of no use to you as an ally without gaining the power of non-controversial contacts first".. She didn't want her first alliances to be public, and especially this one.

She considers the alliance of a Gangrel, and Giles in particular to be potentially invaluable. Surely he must know the danger of being too open though. If others did not approve, he could leave her dead in the water. That would not be beneficial to him either. She was new and untried, so he took as much risk associating with her as she did him. If he wanted anything to come of such an investment of faith, he would surely see the wisdom in silence.

She says under her breath "But an ally you shall have.".

He blinks and grimaces, Then trys to withdrawl.... as fastly as he may clearly Feeling a trifle miffed, then.... he screams... and claws emerge from his hands, her sire shouts "Jacqueline! Back, those claws are dangerous even to our kind!

(OOC He rolled 1 success it needed 2 successes he failed the second roll lol)

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 314):

Jacqueline doesn't need any encouragement to withdraw, as jumps back a bit in surprise. A smaller part of her is interested in the weapons Giles now has at hand. Her Sire, and others, had told her this was a talent that was possible to posess, but she hadn't seen it so close up until now.

She responds almost immediately "Please, pardon me.". It did not seem intentional on his part, so she assumed it must be a mistake on her part. If it had been intentional, that was another consideration all together.

She looks at the wicked and powerful looking claws where Giles' hands had been, clearly interested.

Hes shot repeatedly by those others there... He charges, but Bullet after bullet hits him... yet he stands straight and tall after being shot 3 times, for such is the might of the kindred it would seem...

He isnt even slowed down in his progression towards you, till the last bullet hits... and he falls to the ground...

"MAybe in a few months, maybe in a millenia, he'll revive, we can only guess, sadly" Her sire says shaking his head.

"You were polite enough my dear, but refusing a gift, even politely, is an insult, even if it is a minor one, and the gangrel, are unnaturaly prone to frenzy, why they so rarely join the Elite of Vampiric society, then again, every clan has a curse, ours is unnaturaly inclined towards going mad, the Daeva become overly attached to their prey. THe Nosferatue, are either Ugly, or give off a disquieting aura, and the Mekhet, develop assorted banes, such as Aversion to Garlic, needing invitations etc, as well as being more vulnerable to sunlight.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 316):

Jacqueline stands still, shocked at the rapid turn of events. After a few moments she recovers enough to nod a thank you to the gun wielders nearby.

She would have to relate fully what had happened to her Sire later, when nobody was around to overhear. Compared to a total lack of self control, she had to admit she would rather go mad. Which was lucky for her, since those of her clan tended to.

She wonders if she has not made an enemy tonight. Giles would someday revive, if he held a grudge she would have to be ready for him.

well they go and her Sire pauses "Dear I knoe tonight was frightening, lets plan to welcome him back warmly when he returns hopefully it will help soften any anger he feels."

he smiles

"On the Art of Dominate?" He says

"Its important to keep in mind while trying to give a complex command..." He goes on to give instructions on how to FOCUS While she gives sophisticated instructions.

"Its probaly easyiest to practice on your ghoul, as your blood in his system, means you wont have to consume your own vitae, being able to give more sophisticated commands will benefit you, in manifold ways.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 318):

Jacqueline was convinced she would make use of Giles one way or another. While she hoped it would be as a friend, an enemy could be just as effective. A common enemy, scapegoat even was a powerful rallying point. Time would tell. She says nothing about this to her Sire however. She simply agrees with him quietly, listening to what he has to say.

She would have to think of a complex command, and test the limits of her abilities.

Her sire takes her home in light of the fright shes had...

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 320):

Jacqueline is unusually quiet, which Eddie no doubt notices. She had a lot to think about. She sits motionless, staring out the dark livingroom window. She hadn't bothered to turn on the lights. She could see without them, and she didn't particularly want to be observed from outside, if anyone was even up this late.

She felt as if she was less of a child than she had been. She was simultaniously more sure of herself, and yet pressed with more conerns and responsibility.

After a few hours Eddie comes and knocks on the door? "Is something wrong?" He asks worriedly.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 322):

"Things have a way of getting complicated Eddie, that's all.". She looks over from the window. "Listen to me, if you ever meet someone who feels the same way I do, it's important that you stay away from them. Stay around other people, brightly lit spaces, and do not speak with them or make eye contact. And call me immediately.".

Basic safety concerns were again starting to occur to Jacqueline. Among those concerns, was protecting humans she had given blood to. There was also something very grounding about Eddie, and she felt it was something she needed. She didn't want to find out what losing him might do. She did however, need to test just how well she could give a complex command. She rises and steps close enough to Eddie that she is sure he can see her eyes in the dim lighting. For a minute she just maintains eye contact, then says Tomorrow, go to 1890 Pagota street. Retreive one small rock and place it in the exact center of the kitchen table.". She had walked by the office address many times, and knew there was a rockbed of small, smooth, grey stones out of view of the windows of the building. This command seemed suitably complex, requiring time to pass, travel and exact measurement.

He blinks but nods he almost goes now then remembers the Tommorow bit and Watches TV for a bit...

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 324):

Jacqueline watches him go, staring after him for awhile. She shook herself; she was getting way too good at the creepy thing. Maybe older kindred weren't even trying, maybe it just came naturally after so much time. Her bedroom had been better equip to house the undead, and she's glad she doesn't have to climb into her closet, but can simply slip into bed.

The nest night she rises, knowing she has a business to check up on. She was very hungry though. Maybe it was time to pay a visit to her "thrall" as she liked to jokingly think. Probably a little too close to the truth. After dressing in a longcut babydoll and spandex leggings, she wanders toward the kitchen texting on her phone. "What you up to?" she sends the inconspicious text to the college guy who had liked being fed on so much. It sounded stupid even to her, but it wouldn't look strange if anyone else read his phone.

She bursts out laughing, which of course she has to take deliberate breath to do. She was dressed in the most average outfit she could possibly have put together, texting the most mundane of things to someone who was actually fairly close to her age compared to her new companions in death.

the response she gets is "Preparing to go see a movie, and making plans for next study session.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 326):

Jacqueline smiles, though only she is privy to it. She types into the glow of her phone (she didn't bother switching on the light nearest her). "Maybe you should duck out, I'd like to see you tonight."

Happy to do so

PS. I'll be coming alone hope your not scared...

Maybe over at the park?

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 328):

The small keys of Jacqueline's phone make neat little click sounds as she replies "well I am out past curfew....you'll have to be careful with me.". The idea that she was the one in serious danger was almost laughable though. He might pose some threat because of her youth even in the kindred world, but her intentions were worse than most things he could think up. Thinking about it made her more aware of her hunger. "I'll see you in an hour." she writes.

She walks to the bathroom, checking herself in the mirror. This sort of interaction with humans was perhaps the closest she would ever come to normal sexual interaction, and she knew it. She may as well enjoy it. She walks out to her car, taking her time, and planning on prowling a bit before her target arrives.

Well no one else is around and he arrives in a bit Wearing a Coat and sweats, and she can smell some cheap cologne on him clearly designed to make him smell more masculine but he has too much on... "Hello" He smiles hiding whats supposed to be a wolfish look.

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 330):

She smiles back "did you wear cologne for me?". She means to be somewhat teasing, but although the smell is terrible, she is slightly flattered he would go to any trouble at all.

She draws closer, not bothering to hide she was not human both in her movements and actual physical appearance. He had accepted her and enjoyed being fed from before, so she didn't have to hide her intention.

Jacqueline found herself realizing and understanding more about human beings in general lately, but also men. This man (though boy would be a better word) harbored the same worries, insecurities and desires as she had before she had been turned. She hadn't seen it then though. She, like many others her age thought of men and often other people in general as another species in essence. A predatory mindset had changed that.

She is close enough to just be touching him and says in a reassuring sort of way that carried authority "You did very well.". She grips his arm, pulling his nack closer to her. He had seemed to enjoy being fed from so much, she might at least try to entertain him. She lets him see her fangs fully, playing at thrilling him. She makes a small puncture in her own wrist with her right fang, and puts her wrist to his mouth, allowing only a little blood to flow. Really more smearing than offering much quantity. If she was going to take such risks with her identity, she must create a blood tie of some sort to keep him complacent. She didn't plan on giving him much though, and if anything thought it better he be a little removed from reality whenever he was made privy to the fact she was kindred.

She waits curiously for his reaction, seeing if he's enjoying the workup to being bitten.

He moans a little from the taste of her vitae...  "I want to impress you" He says...

In reply to The Uncaring Night (msg # 332):

Careful not to truly brutalize him, Jacqueline bites aggressively into the superficial vein on the side of his neck. His blood was as hot and intoxicating as she remembered, and for a moment it was all she could concentrate on.

The slightly irregular beat of his heart shakes her out of it, and she stops drawing. Any more and he might have trouble walking. She realizes she wouldn't mind killing him in that moment, and knows she should feel some sort of shame, but doesn't. A small part of her wants him to live, aside from wanting a regular willing person to feed from.

"Off you go" she whispers, hoping he won't tempt her to his own demise. She walks away quickly, knowing he will likely soon lose track of her in the dark. It was hard for her to remember the range of her vision before the embrace. What other important things about being human would she forget?

She heads for the main drag of the town. She had nothing pressing at the moment, and wouldn't mind some people watching.

She can feel that shes not the only kindred in the area For better or worse, more then a few seem to recognize her but will leave her be so long as she doesnt poach.