Ivan (
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multiversallogs2012-08-17 09:59 pm
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Who: Ivan and YOU, yes you, get over here
What: Gambling and dropping eaves
Where: Mafaton mainly, though if you have something else in mind, hit me
When: Once Ilde is out of the hospital (and he is sure Sonja knows where she is; I imagine they're just handing her off, now).
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Warnings: None as yet.
Ilde has been released, none the worse for wear. (Physically at least.) But Ivan can't quite leave it at that. It shouldn't have happened, and it especially shouldn't have happened the way it did. He is patient, but not endlessly so.
Anyone who knows him well (in this, Mitchell, Daniil,... maybe Hal, but he doesn't expect to run into any of them tonight) can tell he's had more blood tonight than strictly willing donors could have provided. He's still and calm with the clarity that follows a proper kill. A death. Just one, and he was careful. He smiles, and makes idle chit-chat as necessary, but mostly Ivan listens, as he plays.
He appears to take note of nothing. He takes note of everything.
And always, even if he has killed tonight - carefully - there's the hum in the back of his head that comes from constantly depriving himself here. He's not gotten to the point where he has to be chained in Valhalla's basement. Nowhere near But he'd be lying if he said he didn't understand how Hal had gotten there. He's used to satisfying himself and then moving along. And even in a city as large as Baedal, the lack of that option is beginning to wear.
Still, for most who look tonight, there's a detached, sarcastic but not unpleasant Ivan present at his usual tables, winning a little more than he loses, and seeming not to care either way.
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There probably isn't much in the way of business, though, that has Deacon inviting himself to where Ivan has freshly finished a game, a pale hand out to take the back of a seat that a sore loser has left empty just next to him. Deacon turns it around and straddles comfortably, a half-finished cigarette already smoking away between his fingers.
He tugs an ashtray closer. "Casually cheating people out of their hard earned dimes, chief?"
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He really is glad to see Deacon.
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Vampires get hungry. It's the joke. "I'm off-duty."
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Deacon is okay at cards; anyone who has a handle on maths, a taste for gambling, and knows the rules is okay at cards. The poker face part of it gets a little old by the time all your buddies are vampires, in Deacon's opinion.
"I mean, you look like you're having a grand time."
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If it were anyone else, Ivan would probably have won some grumbles, but Deacon's position means that he's more or less known. And for Ivan to be casually friendly with him does no harm to either man in the public opinion.
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"I don't think any self-respecting vampire imagines that once the bloodsucking cat's outta the bag, we abide by human laws. To be fair to your pals."
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"He's dead, and as far as I know, the world continues merrily along its way, tearing itself slowly apart. Bristol's a bit of a hell hole, I imagine, but frankly, it didn't have that far to go, did it?"
Presumably a rhetorical question.