restless, noisy, and restless again

[mendacium]

What are we going to do with you, darling?

And more importantly, what do you intend to do with me? 

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[brujah_barkeep]

Indecisive little bitches, aren't they?

[mendacium]

I understood her reticence as the season was playing out, given the way events unfolded, but she hasn't got an excuse anymore. I don't think she knew when she took me on how much I'd come to hate sitting still.

[brujah_barkeep]

Well, vampire chicks can't be tamed, as the song goes.

[mendacium]

I suppose that's so, though the others my girl hosts or has hosted are decidedly less ambitious.

[brujah_barkeep]

Their loss.

Where ya headed? What world of Stockholm-y goodness?

[mendacium]

Nowhere yet. The term is starting at her school in a few weeks, so until that's underway, it's most likely going to be active pestering and little else.

[brujah_barkeep]

Pestering can be fun. Especially if it involves a knitting needle or a sharp stick.

[mendacium]

Perhaps not the implements I tend to choose, but there is a certain style to them.

[brujah_barkeep]

Well, just call me MacGyver.

[mendacium]

If you insist.

[brujah_barkeep]

What should I call you?

[mendacium]

Nora will do.

[brujah_barkeep]

'Kay. Nora it is.

Nice to meet ya.

[mendacium]

And do I get your name in return?

[brujah_barkeep]

Denise. Not MacGyver. Clan Brujah. Childe of Aerous. Yadda, yadda, yadda.

[mendacium]

The pleasure is mine, Denise.

[brujah_barkeep]

Yeah it is.

I'm awesome.

[mendacium]

And terribly confident, too.

[brujah_barkeep]

We call that "swagger."

[notevenagirl]

Trust me. As much as I like doin' things, the things my mun's got planned, I wouldn't mind another break. Between witches and Russell and knowin' 'bout my Maker now...

[mendacium]

I'll admit, despite preferring to have something to occupy my time, I do see your side of it.

[Oh, and just because it really does need to be said. This is a rare moment of actual humility, basically unprecedented for her regarding almost-strangers and just the slightest bit awkward and formal. But it's right to do.]

And for the part I played, inadvertently and not, in your Maker's -- in his actions, I am truly sorry.

[notevenagirl]

Oh, it's gonna get worse. The game I'm in, with the canon update and Eric and Godric... It just ain't gonna go well.

[She tilts her head.]

Pam explained it to me. Nesting, or whatever. [She clears her throat.] I just can't loose'im, you know. I know he ain't always the best, but the past year? He's all I really got now.

[mendacium]

Yes. [Quiet.] I -- I can imagine.

[She's a smart woman; she knows that's an excuse anyone could rest on as well as she knows that she herself can't, not fully.]

Nesting. Yes. I'd imagine it's a touch more complicated than the explanation you were given, but the details perhaps don't matter. [Then, a nod.] He's your Maker. Despite everything, that doesn't change.

[notevenagirl]

Something about Lilith then? [She raised her eyebrow, not exactly liking this whole thing.]

Was it supposed to happen like this? I mean Salome said that she brought Russell back. I thought he was dead.

[mendacium]

It's to do with Lilith, yes. In one way or another.

[All right. Well, this has veered away from feelings, which Nora is not always so comfortable with, and into facts, which Nora likes much better.]

Strictly speaking, Russell Edgington hadn't met the true death then; he had been trapped, starving and wounded, but he was not gone. Eric and Bill had thought that leaving him as they did was as good, or better, than killing him and letting him possibly know peace. In this, they were mistaken.