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Thomas Raith	"What are you up to Madrigal?" Thomas Raith paced slightly in his office looking down at the flier some kid wanted to post in the entrance way of the Blue Lady. 'Splattercon!!! a convention of gore and horror.' Not Thomas's scene by any measure. He actually had a fondness for old Black and White movies. He'd intended to throw the bill away and dismiss it from his mind when one of the Guest panelists name caught his eye. Darby Crane, producer and director of such cinematic classics as "Harvest", "The Culling", "Red Water", and of course "Catalyst," noteworthy for having more gratuitous blood and nudity then the entire first three seasons of Game of Thrones combined. Of course all that could be learned from checking out IMDB. What couldn't be found on the internet was that Darby Crane was the nom de plume for Madrigal Raith, Thomas's cousin and vampire of the White Court. Madrigal was a bit of a Black Sheep of the family. While all White Courtiers could feed on almost any negative emotions, there was a strict dividing line that created three familial faction. The Skavis fed on fear. Often driving their victims into medical distress and if they survived a feeding nightmares and therapy. Skavis, and their allies, often kept a small herd of humans they could keep in states of perpetual terror for months until their hearts simply gave out. The Malvora and their hangers on would feed on despair. Often selecting a single individual and slowly feeding them insecurities and depression. Malvora prey would slowly "ripen", their despair growing deeper and sweeter until, usually, the victim committed suicide. The Raith's held in the contrast of the other two Houses, could even be mistaken for the "Good Courtiers." A Mistake definately, but at least their prey didn't tend to die. MAdrigal however had fallen in with Vittorio Skavis and developed that taste for fear his friend enjoyed. He did however hold onto his Raith passion for excess. And the fact he was in town, far from home, meant that he would feel free to induldge himself. And really, what were a few more bodies on the streets of Bludhaven? Thomas sighed and picked up his cell phone. For a moment his finger hovered there. Who could he call? Harry was still in Europe. Buffy... in her current state would likly want to take Madrigal out... or try to reform him. He scrolled down and hit send on another number. "Faith? It's Thomas. I have a business proposition for you. Your business, not mine."
Faith Lehane	Faith Lehane was boooored. No one to harass, no stores to lift stuff from, no one calling her fir odd jobs. Not even any vamps out to entertain her. What's a bad girl to do with herself on a warm Thursday night? When her phone rings she grins, picking it up. "Hey there hot stuff, missing me already hmm?" of course he was always..Entertaining. the promise of a free pass to Splattercon was almost too much to pass up. So of course she said yes. About an hour later, she's being led up the steps to his private office. "Ooh, laying out the red carpet huh? This must be important." she smirks to herself as she knocks on the door and waits, finishing off a cigarette as she waits.
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith opens the door as Crush leads her up the stairs and smirks slightly, "Just so you know Faith, the Blue Lady /is/ a non smoking establishment." He shakes his head slightly though, obviously intending to let it slide beyond that playful ribbing. He's dressed as the Man-in-white, though he's taken off his jacket and slightly loosened his tie. "I'm having scotch. Sweet tea is not going to cut this."
Faith Lehane	Faith Lehane rolls her eyes and puts out the cigarette..On her hand. "Tch, so picky. Nice to see you too, hun." still, her dark eyes twinkle with amusement, and as she steps in, at least she has the thoughtfulness to find a garbage to toss her carefully extinguished ciggy into. "Sorry about that...Bad habits and all.." With a smirk and shrug, she makes herself at home, sliding onto the edge of the desk, dressed again in those too tight leather black pants, that too short black tank top and the well worn denim jacket. "Sooo tell me about this..Splattercon!!!" she grins, leaning over, probably deliberately showing off some cleavage in her low cut shirt, "Soo is this an invitation to a date or strictly business? I gotta know if I should be preparing to bash heads or get down an' dirty." she winks playfully at him.
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith smirks just a little bit, "Oh you know me Faith, I've never been opposed to mixing business and pleasure." He holds out a drink to her, Scotch since she didn't state a preference. "Darby Crane is my cousin. He's going to be there and he's going to be bad news. He always is."
Faith Lehane	Faith Lehane grins and winks at him, even having the nerve to lean over and ruffle his hair playfully, "Mm, that's my boy,Soo how about we bash some heads and have a little fun after?" she winks at him, accepting the scotch with another grin and nod, chugging it down without missing a beat. "Sooo, this Darby Crane guy, he's managing this whole scary movie fest isn't he?" she laughs, shaking her head, crossing and uncrossing her legs, "Geez, you sure have a messed up family, don't ya? And I'm assuming he's some kinda vampire too huh?"
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith gives her a look and says in a deadpan tone, "He is a White Courtier yes, though his tastes run a little bit... perverse." He shakes his head. "He gets his sustenance mostly from fear not lust. Partially why he became a Horror film maker." He shakes his head, "And if he's here, he might decide to...indulge himself. And a few kids at a convention? Who'd notice. Who'd care?
Faith Lehane	Faith Lehane rolls her eyes and snorts, "What..More perverse than you?" although when he mentions the fear thing, she just rolls her eyes, "Geez, what a sick. Sooo what's the plan, we're gonna stop people from getting scared over horror movies? Cuz I gotta say, a lot of people actually LIkE getting a bit scared over a good screening. Heck, I like it..Or I would if there was anything I was actually afraid of, which of course I'm not cuz I'm pretty damned badass." she shrugs, chugging more scotch, refilling her glass.
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith sighs slightly and smirks a bit, "If all he intends to do is feed on the ambient fear of the place? I don't care. Empty Night I'd encourage it. No trauma to his dinner partners that isn't self induced. But Madrigal has never had allot of what you would call...restraint." He pauses and then shares, "Right before things with Buffy went...sideways... I started having visions. Dreams mostly, but we therorised it was because I was feeding on her so much. You are what you eat applies to Courtiers as well. I've.. I've got a bad feeling about this Faith, and I don't know who else I can trust. Maybe we get lucky. We go, we look at cosplayers, buy some over priced merch and laugh later but..
Faith Lehane	Faith Lehane narrows her eyes intently at him. "You..Have a 'feeling?' because you 'ate' Buffy?" she snorts, "Okay, that's just sooo wrong sounding in so many ways. I mean how much exactly did you FEED on her anyway?" just the thought makes her shiver in disgust or something. "You know what, maybe I don't wanna know, but.." But she laughs, shaking her head in amusement, "Soo what, you went to Buffy's rival for help, because you don't trust anyone else? Now that's just sad.." she grins and nods, "But heck, sign me up for cosplay, hey, maybe we can go as a sexy vampire couple or something right? Honestly, I'm just here for free entertainment. And maybe a little action."
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith eyerolls and says "We shared a bed for close the three years. I feed by touch, you do the math Paige." ... and who the hell is Paige? He doesn't seem to notice the faux pas though, continueing "The fact is I need someone who /can/ go in there and kick ass, but won't if it's..." He runs his fingers through his hair. "I loathe MAds, but he is family. I can't just kill him because he came to my city..." He sighs and smirks, "You go as Carmella, and I'll go as Van Helsing. Really mix things up."
Faith Lehane	Faith Lehane arches a slow, confused brow at the faux pas. "..Paige? Who the hell is Paige, do I look like a Paige to you?" she rolls her eyes, running her fingers through her hair as she finishes her second glass of scotch, reaching for a third. She's still sitting on the edge of the desk like she owns the place, one leg casually crossed over the other. "Oooh, sooo let me get this straight:the big bad vampire prince wants to dress as the vampire slayer hero, and he wants ME to pretend to be an evil vamp?" she grins, "This is rich..Count me in, what the heck, why not?" and his reaction to his cousin makes her laugh all the more. "Ooh you poor little boy, can't kill your dearest cousin so you hire your ex's rival to kill him instead? And here I thought you didn't have a sense of humour." too amusing.
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith shrugs a little bit, though he looks just as confused as her when she throws the name Paige back at him... "I'm... not sure. Must have been a longer day then I realized." He finishes his drink and sighs. "Little thing about White Courtiers, in case you ever have to face another one? We tend to operate by proxies. Cat's paws whenever possible. I'm just polite enough to be upfront about it."
Faith Lehane	Faith Lehane smirks, looking quite amused. "Sooo, who'a Paige? A secret tryst of yours? You must still be sweet on her, or is it that I somehow remind you of her?" she wriggles her brows playfully at him, utterly amused. "Okay then, I guess I gotta do the dirty work if need be. When did you say the con is? Do we have time to do a little shopping? Or, do you happen to have some sexy gith clothes I can wear for the event?" she looks throughly amused at all of this, working on her third drink. At the end of this, she's probably gonna be stone drunk or something.
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith gives her a mildly annoyed look, something rare on the incubus' usually smirking and amused face. "I have no idea who Paige is. Literally no idea. I've had dreams about her for months now, it's what made Buffy and I think that her Slayer powers were affecting me somehow." He sighs, "And yes you and her share some fairly perticular traits." As to her question about timing he says "We have till Friday, then it runs all weekend."
Faith Lehane	Faith Lehane smirks, "I do? Hmm, I'm not sure if that's a compliment or an insult." she chuckles, leaning over, peering intently at him. "Ooh, that gives us a few days then..So what, we going on a shopping trip or what? Hope you got lots of cash cuz I'm dead broke..But hey, things are looking up, Angel was thoughtful enough to offer me a job at Angel Investigations. Fancy that? I get to play detective or something.." she seems.lAmused, maybe a bit excited. "He even has a place to stay since renting out dingy cockroach infested rooms and being late on payments gets..Tiring.." she's making light joke of the matter but there is faint sadness behind her words. Faith has likely spent many cold nights on the streets without money, food or shelter.
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith nods slightly, "Probibly both." he says honestly, smirking just a bit and nodding at her apparent work for Angel. "I don't know, I always though detective work was about subltety." He says in a playful tone that is all light teasing, "And for all your merits, and you have many, you are about as subtle as a porcupine in a nudist colony.
Faith Lehane	Faith Lehane rolls her eyes, "And yet, I would t be nearly so much fun if I were subtle now, would I?"she grins and winks at him playfully, reaching out suddenly to grab his hand, "Come on, admit it, your life hasn't been nearly as exciting since meeting me, lately. Even Buffy didn't get your pulse racing this badly did she? Maybe you like having a sexy badgirl around to keep you on your toes." she's just asking for trouble, but then Faith just loves trouble, doesn't she?
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith smirks a little bit and his eyes shift almost instantly from deep saphire to brilliant almost electric blue... His hand grabbing the slayer around the hips and lifting her off the desk to put her in his lap. "Well I admit, it has it's perks."
Faith Lehane	Faith Lehane laughs, not protesting as she slips into his lap rather willingly, noting his rather willingly white eyes, "Soo we're gonna play games again, are we? Boy, have you ever chosen the wrong girl..And if you think I'm gonna 'fall in love' with you, just cuz you're turning up the charm, you've got another thing coming to you, hun!" Her dark eyes twinkle merrily, stroking his hair, a sly smile on her blood red lips as she regards him. This is a game to her, perhaps moreso than it is to him, as feeding is not a necessity. She just likes messing with men. "So tell me, vampire, what's your greatest fear, anyway?" she strokes his face with the back of her hand, tracing his lips with her fingers. Oh yes, she knows all the right moves to make a guy weak in the knees for her, but of course Thomas is unlike any guy she's ever met..
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith smirks just a little bit, "I'm a White Courtier Faith, my greatest fear is the same as all my kind's. Falling in love." and he kisses her, hard a deep... and the screen fades to black.