Misha smiled softly at Alana, nodding as she spoke. It was hard to not think of the past, and Misha considered Alana much smarter than she would ever be. She looked down at the table for a moment, considering Alana's words. Like her, Alana was from a different place. It was interesting hearing about it, especially since Misha herself had been to many worlds in her lifetime. If only she could remember them. She broke from her train of thought and looked at Alana again. "Do you like being weeth us? Close to us? Do you find us..ideal? Or flexible?"

Whether or not she was first or last, it didn’t matter to her. She enjoyed the breeze against her face as she ran, glad that even though she hadn’t ran in heels and a tight skirt in years, that she still had it.

Upon climbing the trails was when she was hit with a wave of nostalgia, her mind clouding in memories of a time long past; her trek up the mountain of Mount Celestia, searching for Dwarfholme. The thoughts of the friends she left behind - Evrik, Ra’iik, Grianne, and, of course, OU812 - brought a small smile to her face as she climbed upwards to the top where the sign was. When she turned to look at the view, a small memory of her standing in front of the dwarven counsel passed.

She remembered her nervousness, remembered how it felt as if the whole world rested on her shoulders to obtain the coin they needed to help save many realms, but she remembered her friends, and the nerves washed away along with the memory. She looks out now at the skyline, her smile dropping as she sees the city lights, remembering that this wasn’t her time. Her time was long past, her family and friends gone, dead or scrapped, and that she needed to move on from it and embrace this new world.

So she sits on the ground, arms hugging her knees as she gazed out at this new world, wondering if she could truly move on.

Alana laughs slightly with a happy smile. "Of course! If I didn't I wouldn't be here. You are all great and perfect in your own ways. Even though we argue sometimes, we all love each other. You are all the most accepting and interesting Vampires I've met. I wouldn't want to be with any other coeterie. I believe you all have been the first group to actually get me to leave The Bliss willingly for anything but business or the occasional vacation. I've probably been out more often recently than I have in the last few decades."

"I am gled." Misha said, "I feel thees way as well. Eef not for Aless, and you all, Misha would be een a very bad place today." she admitted. "I enjoy my time een the Bliss, you are generous to share eet with us. Misha ees not good at business, clearly, ees good at other theengs. Eet has been very deefeecult for me to be good at other theengs, like Misha have set programming, ya?" she laughed, giving Lup a silly glance in the process, who was listening to them. "I find your background interesting. One thing Misha always enjoyed was meeting new people and getting to know them."

As Victor expected, Sorrin flew past them once they got out of the city and on the trails. Victor runs as fast as he can, trying to beat Alessandra so that he's not last at the very least.  He felt the sweat coming down his bare chest, as he was now exerting himself for real. The Hollywood sign comes into view for him, with Sorrin already climbing the letters. 

He managed to come in second, but he doesn't feel too happy when he sees Alessandra silent, hugging herself on the ground. He kneels down to get to eye level with her. "Hey, you look a little sad. Is there a problem?"

Alana tilts her head with a curious smile, one hand moving to scritch Lup behind the ear absentmindedly. "Our coterie is another family. A new family. Filled with people we can trust and rely on. You are a beautiful, strong, independant woman. We rely on you and you rely on us. Together we can do anything we truly set our minds to. " She pauses in thought and taps her other finger slightly. "You're the first person I've told in a while about my French origins. I suppose I have mastered the way of hiding it after so many years. But it's nice to share once in a while. To trust someone with a close secret. And perhaps we can tell the others. In time. Maybe even Visit France in the future. But for now, I'm happy with this being between us." 

Alana looks Misha over with a smile, tilting her head slightly before moving to tap her lip seemingly absentmindedly in thought, a look of concentration on her face for a moment before she smiles and laughs slightly. "Tu peux m'embrasser si tu veux, tu sais?" she taps her lip again, knowing Misha probably didnt understand her, but hoping she at least got the point of her playful smile. 

Misha was going to respond to everything Alana said. But the way she spoke French to her sent a shiver of pleasure up her back, and she swallowed. She looked at Alana's lips and grew hungry. It was a few moments before Misha looked backed up from the table. "Misha ees..very heppy that you decided to share thees eenformation with me. I am honored to know something about you so private. You make me feel special, something you know how to..do very w-.." It became increasingly difficult to concentrate, so she stopped and stood up and took off her jacket, revealing her half top. She nodded, hoping that she was interpreting what Alana was asking, and took her by the hand to the couch, laying across it with Alana on top. She kissed her slowly, tasting her, feeling her soft lips pressing against her own. She loved how the tight leather felt on Alana so her hands softly moved to her ass and she squeezed, pulling Alana in a bit tighter against her as they kissed.

 Alana allowed Misha to take the lead and happily joined her, smiling slightly as the two kissed and enjoyed some quality time. She felt pleased with how her french, mixed with the slight hint of her accent she typically kept suppressed, caused Misha to shiver. It wasn't a lie saying French was a language of passion, and Alana knew just how to use that to make something both of them would enjoy.

Alessandra sits up straight a bit when she sees Victor come into her view. “Oh, no, not sad,” She assures him. “Just... reminiscing of a time long before you and everyone else.” She laughs lightly and pat the empty space beside her. “Come, sit, and keep me from my thoughts.”

Victor sits down next to Alessandra, taking in the view of the city down below them. "I know it's a cliche, but the city really does look tiny when you're all the way up here. I know that the Camarilla always goes on about how this is an Anarch city, but it really is beautiful at night. At least from a distance."  He takes off his jacket and sets it on his lap, enjoying the feel of the night air on his skin. 

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Misha was learning all sorts of things about Alana this evening, and she spread her legs a little wider so Alana could completely lay on Misha. Alana was a teeny bit smaller than Misha, but that didn't make her lips, scent, or soft skin any less attractive. Misha took her time and kissed her slowly, deliberately, and smiled as they would pause for air and look at each other. The leather Alana was wearing was like a second skin, and Misha could feel her curves clearly through her clothing. Her hands roamed her body, squeezing at the parts she enjoyed and that turned her on. The feeling of Alana pressed against her was intoxicating, and Misha felt close to her in many ways, especially now because of the sharing of her personal secrets. She continued to kiss her and used her tongue and mouth in soft sensual ways as her hands moved up and down her body.

Alana let Misha's hands travel, kissing her back just as sensually as she was receiving from Misha's soft lips. She let her own hands roam Misha's body, tracing muscles and bare skin in a temptingly slow way, savoring each moment her hands found new places that made Misha tremble and explore her own body more. She enjoyed every curve, every feverish and slow kiss, every slight scent and aspect of Misha in this moment. She couldnt help but tease her more, muttering softly against her kisses. "Tu es toujours si sensuelle. Alors ... Irrésistible."

Alessandra doesn’t respond automatically, but she hums an acknowledging tune, her eyes glued on the city as she tries to keep her mind from wandering. After a moment, she finally speaks. “From a distance, yes, it is quite beautiful. Can’t say I’m fond of it up close, though. Not a punk rock kind of girl, if you couldn’t tell, but I do make it look good.” She chuckles lightly, and let’s a small bout of silence settle between them both before inquiring, “Victor, are you happy?”

A wave of pleasure caused her stomach to clench. The way Alana slowly and deliberately touched her with her fingers, she would battle an army of Asmodeus to make it last all night. It was the most amazing feeling - being admired, knowing Alana enjoyed her body. It was so mutual. She moaned as Alana's fingers moved in the grooves of her muscles and made Misha want to play with Alana's belt, but first her hands slipped under her top and she caressed and squeezed some more - sensually, lovingly. They were laying on top of each other, but Alana still felt so far away. Then Alana spoke in her language, again. Everything tightened. Oh, two could play at this game, Misha thought. "Ty ponyatiya ne imeyesh', kak mokryy ty delayesh' menya, kogda ty tak govorish' so mnoy.."

Victor thinks for a moment before responding to Alessandra's question.  "Yes. It's hard for me to not be happy when I'm around you guys. If I'm being honest, you all make me feel like I'm a human, like I'm a good person, even when I don't believe that about myself. It's sappy, but you, Misha, Sorrin, and Alana matter more to me than anything else."  He takes a brief moment to wipe something out of his eye. It's hard to tell with all of the sweat, but you think that it was a tear. "Why do you ask?"

Alana seemingly chuckles in amusement as they kiss, unsure of what Misha said but assuming it was a compliment of some sort.

Perhaps she'd start studying Russian? But that is for another time. 

She couldnt help but nip at Misha's bottom lip teasingly as Misha explored her body. She let her, enjoying the feeling of her hands caressing her body, the way it made her body tremble and ache for more. She wanted more, and she knew Misha would give it to her in due time. She knew neither of them would stop until the other was satisfied. 

"vous êtes comme une allumeuse." There was a pause before she whispered against Misha's lips. "Perhaps we take this to the bedroom. Unless you'd like to stay here?"

When he spoke, she listened, but when he moved, her gaze was quickly locked onto him, taking a moment to think if that was what she thought it was. "Mister Wood, was that a tear?" She questions playfully, almost flabbergasted. "My, I didn't think my question would get you all sentimental on me." She says as she digs around her purse, taking out a tissue and scooting closer to him, just close enough for him to smell her perfume - warm vanilla with undertones of patchouli. She gently places a hand at his cheek to get him to look at her before dabbing the corner of his eyes first, then his forehead to wipe away the sweat. "Don't worry, I find that attractive in a man," A smile begins to curl at her lips. "Makes you seem human."

Alessandra thought over his inquiry as she wiped away the sweat from Victor's forehead and sides of his face, down to his neck and collarbone. "Curiosity, really. It makes me happy to know you feel the way you do around us, truthfully, because I would be lying if I didn't say I feel the same way." She stops at his mid chest. "Why is it that you don't see yourself as a good person, Victor?"

Victor thinks very hard for a moment. He's never gotten vulnerable before now and he's a bit scared, even if he doesn't want to admit it. But Alessandra made him feel safe with the words that she said and the way that she was gentle with him.

"It's only sometimes. But the Beast that's inside me, I try to keep it down, the same way most of us do and most of the time I can. But sometimes I can't keep it down and the Beast comes out and makes me do something I don't want to. Like when I went apeshit and destroyed your table or when we were in Spain and I fed on Alana. And when that happens, it can get hard for me to ignore the voice in my head that tells me that I'm not that far from being a monster. But like I said, that's what I've got you guys for. You make me feel like a man."

The sensual biting of her lower lip from Alana sealed the deal. It drove her wild, she always bit with the perfect pressure and her loins began to burn - already worked up from the kissing. Misha smiled, carefully sat up, and picked up Alana gently, walking over to the bed. She laid her down, and gave Lup a look that said no peeking.