<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200315.msg9869624#msg9869624">Quote from: Calrond on 19-04-2014, 06:54:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Angelique Stravinsky looks up into Barir's dark eyes and smiles demurely. <strong>"I'm enjoying it very much, thank you, Barir. You didn't say much in your presentation, and I must confess that my curiosity is piqued. Where are you from? And what brings someone so capable with such obvious...prowess,"</strong> she squeezes his bicep lightly, <strong>"to DC? You seem to present yourself as a mystery, Barir, and I <em>love</em> uncovering mysteries."</strong> She smiles and squeezes his bicep again.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XJroK22.jpg)</div><strong>Barir bin Yasha</strong>- Appearance 3, Black stain of Diablerie in his aura for those with who succeed on Auspex II roll<br/><br/>Barir blinks twice, obviously put out and his eyes widen--partially in anticipation, but even moreso in surprise and alarm. Uncovering mysteries? The interest she had shown earlier had been flattering, but this went too far. Either she was trying to make a mockery of him, or she wanted something. How these Western vampires went about things still astounded him, and he wondered what kind of fool would take her words for granted, as though she had said them out of some idle interest. Whom, precisely, was she trying to kid here? His resolve strengthened, and he pushed the urges he had felt mere moments ago away, his incredulity overcoming them.<br/><br/>"Where I come from? Well, I was born in a small village in Morocco called Bni Hadifa, but as a boy my parents moved us to Israel soon after the end of the War," he answered her, telling her of his younger life. He was not fool enough to tell her of his vampire heritage, and hoped that he was being clever enough by spreading this smoke screen rather than answering her directly as a way to mislead her. It seemed to be doing a decent job as he continued on to his life as a young boy growing up in Tel Aviv and later moving to Kfar Saba until she seemed to get tired of his story and interrupted him with an even more ridiculous offer.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200315.msg9869624#msg9869624">Quote from: Calrond on 19-04-2014, 06:54:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"You know, I have a ghoul that found her passion in sculpture. If you'd be so kind as to indulge a Toreador and her ghoul, I'm sure she could craft a marble sculpture of you that would put Michelangelo's David to shame."</strong> Angelique stares up into Barir's eyes with an almost-pleading expression, and though she is obviously flirting she also sounds to be making a sincere offer.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"A... sculpture." He said it levelly, wondering if the incredulity showed in his eyes. "Of me. That would shame one of the greatest artists the world has known." He knew that he was considered moderately attractive by most of the women he had woo'd in the past, sometimes an asset when entering establishments and the like, but this was going a little far. He desperately searched around for some way to escape the Kindred's grasp without appearing gauche or rude, and suddenly saw an opportunity as Joanna approached them.<br/><br/>"Ah, can we help you with anything?" he asked the woman, glad for the interruption, however momentary. Perhaps it might throw the harpy's mind off its current track long enough for him to make his escape without provoking her ire...