<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sorry, work &amp; health have both kicked my ass. Sorry about not posting promptly to this, Jarick! :(</div></div><br/><br/>As most evil things did when they were pleased, Andrei Sokolov laughed. It was a rich smooth laughter, the type that was full and hearty. If someone who wasn't Alberto had heard it, they might have thought it was the laughter of a strong man about a joke he found delightful, or perhaps some sort of deeply appreciated laugh at some manner of entertainment on TV. And in a way, that was almost right, except that Andrei's entertainments had always been...darker...than anything modern television or radio had to offer.<br/><br/>The Canitie let his laughter lapse into snickering, and he said, "Why, I disguised you. That's what I did. I'm quite a deft hand at this sort of thing, Alberto. Or should I say Alberta? No matter; you won't want to use any name that looks too close to your old one if you should happen to meet any security or worse, the owner of the document I require."<br/><br/>Andrei was about to dismiss his ghoul until he remembered that fleshcrafting was something that tended to alarm and upset humans, enough to possibly prevent them from sanely functioning. The Tzimisce sighed and waved a hand, saying, "If you must know, I used my power to shape and craft your form, not unlike a mortal plastic surgeon, only no such surgeon could hold a candle to my prowess. You are, for all intents and purposes, a woman. And certainly not looking in any manner like any individual associated with your family."<br/><br/>His eyes narrowed...and he couldn't resist taking a small jab at his ghoul.<br/><br/>"I thought you<em>wanted</em>some distance from that family of yours, hm? Or was that all just talk?" He knew enough about Alberto to know the man...well, woman, now. He knew about Alberto's family; it was one of the reasons he'd picked Alberto, after all, to have a connection to that family, and Alberto had had just the right attitude to be swayed from them, even if it was something that would take considerable work.<br/><br/>The Tzimisce rolled his eyes and said, "Steal what I want, and I'll change you back...if you<em>really</em>feel like being changed back afterwards, that is. Who knows? You might find you like this body."