"Of course. My guard is always up when I deal with Kindred outside of our Coterie and I know how full of surprises she can be. She did sire me, after all." He pulls out his phone and shoots out a quick text. "You can come over to visit us. I just got approval from the owner of my Haven." "I'll go let the others know." He sends a text to Sorrin, Misha, and Alana letting them know of the situation and then returns to his room to start choosing a wardrobe. 

NOW

That day, Misha dreamed.

It was always the beach, always a beautiful day, with nothing to hear but the sounds of the waves, and the hot sand between her toes. In her dreams, Misha looked the way she once did, beautiful tan skin, her eyes green and bright, and the power of a God fueling her power. She sat on the beach and relaxed, and waited for night. When it finally came, she looked up at the moon - to her relief, it looked normal. The red halo around it that was there before they went to Sevilla was gone.

She smiled, and thanked a God that no longer believed in her but one that she still believed in, herself.  

THEN

When she left the world called Eberron by Spelljammer, she did so reluctantly. It wasn't easy. She had grown used to the cripple, the furry, the woman with the funny accent, the gal paladin with the scars, and especially - most definitely - the owner the Hunny Hive. But, like she had done a million times before, she said her goodbyes and boarded the space faring ship. Normally, she would have returned to Toril, but that planet was long gone - corrupted by an ancient cosmic horror eons old. Now, it was a world of pure evil and nightmarish horror. Instead, she traveled to a different world with the intention of living a number of lifetimes to exact revenge on the one whole killed her ages ago. After all, why waste a second chance at life? How exactly she would pull off such a spectacular feat, she didn't know exactly - her old workshop was destroy when Umbra killed her home world. No, she would have to think of some other way. 

She would bide her time and think. After all, she had all the time in the world.

When they returned to the states, Sorrin took a weekend to separate from the group. While Alana and Misha went to the gym, and Victor and Alessandra did....whatever they were up to, Sorrin went up into the mountains near Denver. Opting to walk the distance from the base of the mountain, he found that the chilled air was strangely comforting. Fighting through the wilds against mother nature, he eventually made it to the summit in record time (for a mortal). Once there, he sat himself down and began to meditate.

This last mission had opened up his mind and blood to many different forms of vampirism, to secrets of the wild, the dark and the kindred society as a whole. He thought back to the blood that he drank, where the wilderness seemed to run in his veins. To the chalice, who's dark abyssal shadows seemed to echo in his mind even now.....but that abyss he would have to discover another day. For while it's mysteries peeked his interests, he knew he wouldn't get a better chance to learn or study the blood of those closest to the beast and the wild. Even now, he could barely grasp onto fragments, lingering from when he tasted that power. He focused, willing his blood to find and gather those fragments, those lingering threads, and mesh them together.

…...eventually, Sorrin came out of his meditation and before him sat a grey wolf...small for it's breed, likely a lone runt....Sorrin chuckled, and held out a hand to the wolf, "Hello there....did you come here to ask something of me?" He could feel something like, desperation in the wolf. Desire. It wanted to be stronger. Sorrin knew the feeling. "I warn you...I have only one way to give you what you want...this world of mine isn't a kind one....you could very well die before you reach the end...as could I." The wolf locked eyes with Sorrin, and finally Sorrin saw the wolf, or more accurately, he open his eyes. The wolf was starved, bloodied and obviously clinging to life. Sorrin understood, "...very well then." Sorrin then partly unseathed his blade and cut his palm, allowing for his hand pool up enough blood, he then offered it out to the beast. "Take what you need."

The following day, Sorrin arrived at Alessandra's mansion after having read Victor's text, hoping out of his car's passenger seat, now looking reborn and groomed, was the wolf, Lup. 

(and that is my narrative explanation for spending my xp to get animalism disciple, as well as a pet with the "Bond Famulus" ability.)

Victor is standing outside of the castle in one of the suits that Alana gave him, waiting for his sire to arrive. He sees Sorrin pulling up in his car and isn't even curious when he sees him head out with a wolf. "I really hope that he's trained." Victor says as they head in. He stands there for about 15 more minutes until a luxury vehicle pulls up to the castle. Exiting the vehicle is a beautiful brunette woman in a red dress. (Photo in Discord)  She walks up to Victor and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Hello Victor. It's been a while. Care to take me to your friends?" "Of course." The two of them enter the castle, the woman curtsies when she sees the rest of you. "Greetings. My name is Priscilla Claremont, I'm Victor's sire, and it's a pleasure to finally meet the friends he always talks about."  

Alana glances up at the arrival of the new person (and animal). Looking to Lup, she tilts her head. "He's very dashing. Do you mind?" She stands and moves carefully towards him, extending her hand for him to sniff before she pets him, scratching behind one of his ears happily before straightening herself and looking to Priscilla. She eyes her curiously and skeptically, masking it behind a kind smile, giving Victor a look before she speaks calmly, stepping forward slightly. "Alana Vesper. Pleasure to meet you. " She offers her a business card for 'The Bliss' that she had fished out of her pocket smoothly. On it is the club name and number as well as her own written on the back in neat handwriting. 

Alessandra made sure to tell Harold to make the house presentable prior to Priscilla's arrival, the nosferatu quick to do so, even though the mansion itself was pretty spotless anyways. He then made sure to keep himself hidden away in the rooms upstairs, as he wasn't particularly fond of strangers, no matter who they may have been. 

With the mansion ready, Alessandra descended down the stairs wearing one of the dresses Victor gifted to her and the heels as well. She smiles upon seeing the dog, giving him a gentle petting if he allowed her to do so, then turns to Victor's sire. She gives her a firm handshake as she introduces herself. "Welcome. I am Alessandra Navire, owner of the mansion. Very nice to meet you, Priscilla."

Priscilla puts the card for The Bliss in her handbag. "Enterprising. I like it." As Alessandra shakes Priscilla's hand, she looks her down from head to toe and seems to be quite impressed when she hears that this is Alessandra's mansion. "Nice to meet you as well, Alessandra." When released, Priscilla eyes over Misha. "I know that I had expectations that you'd make something of your unlife when I sired you Victor, but I never expected that you'd be living in a castle with three beautiful women. Quite a step up from where you were when you were alive." Victor attempts to say something, but Priscilla holds up a hand, stopping him. "Tell me ladies, does he treat you well?"

Sorrin chuckles at the question, but keeps quiet wondering how they'll answer. Lup for his part seems to...roll his eyes? Sorrin batted him lightly with his toe and whispered to the wolf, "Now don't say that. Be polite." He kept to the side though, since he really was only the peanut gallery for this introduction. And boy did he love it.

"He treats us just fine, thank you," The words escape her quick and answering the question to the point, all with a smile on her face. Her eyes quickly dart over to Sorrin and Misha, both who haven't properly introduced themselves yet, and she takes it upon herself to do so. She starts with Misha, sliding an arm around her shoulder gently. "This is my dear Misha, and..." She brings in Sorrin with her other arm. "Sorrin. I'm sure they're both delighted to meet you as well, just unsure how to express it by greeting you properly. The dog is a new addition to the family, which I'm sure Sorrin wouldn't mind introducing the cute little pup himself, hm?"

Priscilla shakes Misha's hand and is momentarily taken aback at the firmness of her grip. "Ooh, strong and beautiful. A real life Amazon." She runs her hand up Misha's arm, not even being subtle as she admires your muscles. "I'm sorry, I'm probably being too forward. It's simply that in my day, they didn't have any women like you. It wasn't 'proper'." She walks over to Sorrin and extends a hand, but she has it stretched out in a way for you to kiss it, not shake it. "Now how did I miss you when I walked in?"

Sorrin gives a polite smile then bows, taking her hand, "I find that our eyes like to focus on what's in front of us. Regardless, it is a pleasure to meet you madam~ Sorin Carddeus Dracova of Romania. At your service." Placing a kiss on her knuckles, he gracefully releases her hand then motions to the grey wolf at his side who had been watching all of this with curiously. When motioned to, it seems to puff out its chest slightly, and stare at the woman his master had just shown courtesy to, "This here is Lup. A recent, yet faithful companion. Lup, play nice." Lup rolls his eye, but gives a very stiff bow with his head. Sorrin smirks, "He says hello."

Misha smiled in a friendly manner after observing Priscilla making her introductions. "I am Misha." she announced in her typical fashion, then added. "Eet ees nice to meet you. I do not recall Veector speaking much about you - however, eet ees still a pleasure to know you." Misha allowed her to admire her arms, saying, "Yes, ees typical reaction I get from strangers, Misha takes no offense." She stepped aside towards Aless as Priscilla diverted her attention to Sorrin, and looked down at Lup, winking.

"He didn't talk about me? Victor, are you embarrassed?" She teases. "Hmm, a Romanian and a Russian." Priscilla says, not knowing where Misha is really from. "I haven't spoken to Europeans since the World Wars. Well, now that we've introduced each other, are you able to show me around the castle?"

"I am, ahh.." Misha said, softly, under her breath, not actually trying to get Priscilla to hear her, but more thinking out loud. "..ehhh not EXACTLY from Russia.." She looked at Aless nervously, and smiled sheepishly, but at that point didn't press to correct Priscilla and simply remained quiet.  

Alessandra gives Misha an endearing smile, moving her arm to wrap around the others muscular one to interlace their fingers together. The older vampire gives her hand a light squeeze and whispers, “For simplicities sake, let’s say you are from Russia.” 

At the mention of getting a tour around the castle, her eyes go to Victor. “I’m sure he would love to show you around.” She answers. “Just not of the upstairs, my dear. Too many renovations going on up there, it’s a mess.” It was a small lie, but she didn’t want her to catch sight of Harold or be anywhere near their personal rooms. “I’m sure you two have a lot of catching up to do, and we wouldn’t want to intrude.”

Misha looked at Aless and nodded approvingly.

Victor knew that Alessandra was lying, but he didn't say anything out of respect for her and Harold, who he knew was uncomfortable when it came to guests. "Of course." Victor leads Priscilla around the castle, showing her the kitchen, the garden, the gym, the game room, as well as any of the other rooms that exist in the castle. He even shows her the dungeon. "Oooh. A lot of nice toys. Did you finish the tour with this room because you wanted to have some fun with me?" "No, I just didn't think that the tour would be complete without it." "Hmm, you've come a long way from being the mortal who died trying to sleep with me. And from being the freshly embraced Kindred who couldn't get enough. I knew that eventually you would be able to refine your tastes. Well regardless, I'm not feeling those urges tonight, so you're not squandering some opportunity tonight." Victor takes her hand and leads her back upstairs to her car.

As he does so, he converses with Priscilla. "So what have you been doing these past 17 years?" "A lot. Like Alana, I also have entered the world of business, but it's more in the financial sector, which is less fun than running a club, my entertainment comes more in the form of fundraising dinners than parties, but it's incredibly profitable. And of course, there's also Camarilla matters, making deals, doing favors, playing the political game. You could play it too, you know."

Victor stops. "No I couldn't. Vampires outside of this coterie hate me and would rather see me in an ashtray than help put me in an advantageous position." "That's an excuse. You have resources, friends, and you're competent. If you applied yourself, they'd keep you around regardless of how much they hate you." "It doesn't matter anyway. I have no interest in involving myself in Camarilla affairs and as you mentioned earlier, I'm doing incredibly well for myself." 

Priscilla sighs. "Victor, you're a Ventrue. Our place is at the top of Kindred society, not resting upon our laurels. The Camarilla will always exist and as much as you try to remain distant from its affairs, you'll always be caught in them unless you wish to try your luck with the Anarchs." She's visibly frustrated as she says this and takes a few moments to cool herself down. "I forget. You're barely two decades into your second life. But I do hope that one day you'll remember who you're supposed to be and start to put those talents to good use."

Victor remains silent as he takes her back to her car. "I did enjoy meeting your friends and seeing you in the flesh, Victor. Perhaps you won't wait as long for our next reunion. Until then." She kisses Victor on the lips and it lasts for a few moments. When she releases him, he says his goodbyes and she drives off. After she's gone, Victor heads back into the castle and pours himself a bottle of wine.

Misha bathed. She was sticky, and sweaty, satisfied with her evening workout and pleased with the amount of weight she could lift and enjoyed her new weight set. The best part is, she had no mortals to play dumb to and risk the Masquerade. Half naked, she took a moment to admire her form, feeling the rush of her heart and the pump in her muscles and she felt amazing, like she always did after such activity. She had to maintain her physical form more actively now that her genetic history had weakened due to the loss of her God. In her past life, she was many things: a warrior, a conqueror, a commander, an ambassador. She was strong and proud and wasn't afraid to show it - she had the blood of a God inside her. She feared nothing, laughed in the face of danger and at her enemies. She had ascended the ranks of the Lord General's war machine and served Him, and only Him - crushing his enemies wherever they might be.

But that wasn't the case anymore. A different kind of blood coursed through her veins now.

As the hot water ran down her shapely form, she became lost in thought about the dreams she had the last few weeks - especially the ones involving before and after their trip to Sevilla. In some other place, some other time, Misha would have been polishing her armor, shield, and hammer. That was a life over long ago. A different time. A different age. She had lived so many years the specifics of such a life were lost to the winds of time. For a moment, she tried to remember, but could not. She stepped out of the shower and dried off, dressed up.

Her phone buzzed. She turned to look at it, and read a text. It was Prince Williams.

"There might be an opportunity for you all in Los Angeles. Stay tuned."

Victor sends a text to each member of the Coterie. "Priscilla's gone. Wanna play Yahtzee?"

Alana smiles at her phone, having excused herself earlier and heading to the music room upstairs with Harold. The two had sat in the room until Priscilla left and she had been showing him some piano and violin skills to teach him some new techniques. She calmly shows the text to him and smiles. "Shall we? It'll just be us. Well us and Lup." She stands from the seat, straightening up the instruments specifically and respectfully. They're too pretty to have them get ruined. 

If Harold decides to accompany her,  she walks alongside him happily. If not she respects his wishes and nods. Regardless she makes her way down to the entertainment room and waves to Victor. "Hello Victor. That was a short visit, yeah?"