๐๐ค ๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ข๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐'๐ซ๐ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐'๐ซ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐ค๐ข๐.
๐ฎ The thing in the basement.
๐ฎ Twisted and feral ancestor of the Evans family line.
๐ฎ Be prepared for dark times are coming.
"Jeez, I'm a busy bee, aren't I?"
A yawn as they lounge in a puddle of blood. They're surrounded by the remains of some rather gung-ho Mages, with one still standing and breathing.
"Is this all magic had these last few centuries? Jeez . . ."
"Mrm. I can see that."
The First sits up, their back curled forward. They bring their knees up to rest their arms on them.
"In turn, you're welcome to ask any questions you have for me. Or perhaps about your new business partner."
-- such a person is so dangerous, especially when compared to their descendants. No terrible fangs, no domineering height. Yet there's always a subtle twitch in the animal part of the brain, one that makes it very clear that there's danger.
"Hey. I'm a reasonable person. First things first? Clothes, a shower, and a few hours of catching up with the world. After all, I was sealed close to . . . . jeez, I think close to 300 years ago?"
They pause, not sure on the length of their slumber. It's hard to believe that --
Settling into the back of the passenger seat behind him, he just stares at them, taking in the look of them for a good long while. More old blood coming out to play. Wonder if it's another one of those quirky signs of Gehenna?
Eh.
". . . Sure~"
They grin, and despite the fact there's no fangs, it carries the same air as Matilda's wry smile. They scratch at the side of their neck, chuckling softly before continuing to speak.
"I'll keep the dogs off her. I would hate to lose out on such a fun girl anyway."
"She's not, but she can't stop me. It took quite a few people to put me down the first time. I killed a good chunk of them during the attempt. I'm pretty sure they haven't recovered, seeing as me stepping out broke several hundred ward alarms with no response."
"Lucky guess, Considerin' dat's where we just came from. Had a lil' chat wit' the lady of d'house. Was wonderin' where Lรญle went off to."
The Brujah grimaces, giving his unconscious sister a glare.
"Matilda ain't gonna be too pleased I take it."
"Oh, you already know of the Evans bloodline! Excellent! This will make many things easier. You could say I'm the ancestor of the bloodline, the start of the lineage. As for keeping me, of course they had my family do watch duty. Not like any sort of Mage could keep me pinned --
โsister's foaming, unconscious body cross-legged, turning her onto her side and propping her head up with his battle jacket. The van tilts as they pull off the roadside.
"So. Evans kept ye for sumn, First? Or?"
He's got quite a nose on him! Which also means he can smell that's they're also human. As for the First, they cross one leg over the other as they lay back down.
"Oh? Me? She opened my coffin. Let me pull myself out. I could have waited for the wards to rot and the stone --
Nothing but a tremor. Lile's OD'd, out like a light.
Begrudgingly, รilliam turns his head toward this... freaky fae looking fuck enjoying the space. He sniffs, head making a micro-adjustment to catch a scent.
"Y'smell like rot & trouble. Where'd Lรญle pull you out, Pรบca?"