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mayfield_rpg2012-07-22 06:39 pm
chalicejoker) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-07-22 06:39 pm
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[A - 2239 Stevens]
[Hajime goes out to get the mail this morning, and, to his surprise, there are two small packages addressed to him. He knows others have been getting things back from home, so he quickly takes them inside, parks himself at the kitchen table, and opens them up to take a look. At this point, he's not too worried about any potential disastrous effects from his packages--he's already gotten back the worst of what he could regain.
The first, slightly heavier envelope, contains an assortment of odd-looking playing cards. He's clearly pleased as he flips through them; he almost has all of his cards back now. Only the Royal Undead are missing, and as far as he can remember, he never had the King to begin with... The second envelope was roughly the same size, and he's assuming the remaining two cards are in there.
To his surprise, a photograph slides out. He kind of locks up when he sees it; this is really the first he's seen of his adoptive family since he came to Mayfield, and this picture in particular is rather important to him. He likely won't notice anyone coming into the room for a bit and is ripe to be surprised.
[B - John Doe Park]
[Hajime is spending a rather quiet afternoon out in the park. He'll be out through the early evening. You might find him out and about photographing things. He might also be seated on a park bench, changing the film in his camera or examining the cards and photograph he just regained.]
[Hajime goes out to get the mail this morning, and, to his surprise, there are two small packages addressed to him. He knows others have been getting things back from home, so he quickly takes them inside, parks himself at the kitchen table, and opens them up to take a look. At this point, he's not too worried about any potential disastrous effects from his packages--he's already gotten back the worst of what he could regain.
The first, slightly heavier envelope, contains an assortment of odd-looking playing cards. He's clearly pleased as he flips through them; he almost has all of his cards back now. Only the Royal Undead are missing, and as far as he can remember, he never had the King to begin with... The second envelope was roughly the same size, and he's assuming the remaining two cards are in there.
To his surprise, a photograph slides out. He kind of locks up when he sees it; this is really the first he's seen of his adoptive family since he came to Mayfield, and this picture in particular is rather important to him. He likely won't notice anyone coming into the room for a bit and is ripe to be surprised.
[B - John Doe Park]
[Hajime is spending a rather quiet afternoon out in the park. He'll be out through the early evening. You might find him out and about photographing things. He might also be seated on a park bench, changing the film in his camera or examining the cards and photograph he just regained.]
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[There's another little laugh.] I'm not a photography expert. But I'll tell you if I like your work or not. I hope that's enough?
[Her voice lowers a bit as they get to the house and as Hajime unlocks the door.]
Most normal families aren't strictly normal... but here, I think things are a little more abnormal than usual. Mm, drones are easy to deal with. It's the real people that you have to bother trying to reason with and cooperate with...
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[He smiles.]
That's all I can ask.
I'm learning how to deal with them. It's a very human thing, not trying to control everything through battle.
[After he unlocks the door, he makes a quick check to make sure none of his housemates are in the area before motioning Natalie to follow him quietly. He'll quickly lead her to the darkroom before any of his housemates come to see what's going on.
It's evident the darkroom in question is also his bedroom, as there's a neatly-made bed against one wall. There's a long counter on the other side of the room, and while it's covered in copies of pictures, negatives, and camera parts, it at least looks like the piles are neatly arranged.]
Make yourself at home; I should have the pictures over here...
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[She remains quiet, considering what Hajime said about this family business being a very human thing.] It is, isn't it....?
[A darkroom and a bedroom? It looks to be Hajime's little fortress from the rest of the house and rest of the town, at least. She takes a moment to take it all in, folding her hands before her. She won't touch unless given permission.]
You've done a nice job with the place.
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[He nods slowly, thoughtfully.]
It's what drew me to the humans in the first place. I was...curious. I'd never seen anything like that before. To worry about someone other than oneself, even at the moment of death...
[He trails off a little absently as he rummages around for the photographs in question. The room is indeed his refuge against the rest of Mayfield--he's even bricked and plastered over the window to make the place more defensible should the need for a bunker arrive.]
Thanks. It took a while, but it's been worth it.
[After a bit more rummaging, he produces the prom photos. There are a couple of prints of the photograph he took of Natalie, as well as a proof sheet, which denotes that he spent some time trying to develop it just right.]
Here. I think it came out rather nicely.
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She takes the photos with a small smile, that becomes larger when she actually looks at them.]
That is very nice... Aah. It's been so long since I've had a proper picture done of me... I usually just show up as a smudgy blur.
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And he's quite happy she seems pleased by the pictures.]
You photographed very well there. Let me know if you ever decide you'd want to have it done again.
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[It occurs to her that he may not know what that is. She blinks and looks up to Hajime to explain.]
...there are different kinds of us. I'm Nosferatu. We're the creepy ones. The ones that aren't quite right. The Daeva are the... pretty ones, to be polite about it.
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Are there many different kinds of you? Or just those two?
[He's moving to take a seat now.]
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There are five broad types that we seem to fall into. There are also the Mehket, who stay in the shadows. There are the Gangrel, who take on the traits of animals. And there are the Ventrue, who see themselves as the leaders and rulers.
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The Ventrue "see themselves as the leaders?" Sounds as though you don't entirely agree with that assessment.
[He nods. And since she's sharing, he's more likely to share as well. Fair is fair.]
The Royal Undead were the same way.
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[She snorts, her smile none too pleasant.]
They all tend to go crazy a little faster than the rest of us, too...
[And now he had things to say about his own kind? She was very curious.]
Were they, now? How so? Do your kind have clans, too?
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[Ah, yes, the ones in power being harder to get rid of. He knows that feeling quite well. The crazy comment, that was interesting, too.]
Perhaps their power comes with a price, then.
[At her question, he pauses for a moment, then gets up and starts to rummage for something in the drawer of his nightstand. It doesn't take him long to find it, and he returns with a deck of cards, which he spreads out. They were already separated by suit and lined up in numerical order; someone gets a little OCD with the way he keeps the deck when he's done playing solitaire. He points at the cards to illustrate his point.]
You could say we're organized...there are just fifty-three of us. Four categories, four Royals in each category. Thirteen Undead in each category. The Royals are stronger. They can assume human form on their own...
[There's a very bitter smile.]
And the Joker stands outside of that, able to take the place of any other Undead.
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[When he gets up, she watches him curiously. And she's even more curious when he returns with a deck of cards. She scoots over to give him more room to spread them out.]
Organized like a deck of cards... hah, I can see why the "Royals" would think they ought to be leaders... What are the four categories? Hearts, clubs, and... all of that?
Hm. And there's only one Joker in this deck, isn't there?
[She smirks back, fairly sure that she's caught on to what he means.]
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[He looks down at the cards.]
Hearts, Spades, Clubs, and Diamonds, yes. There's not too much difference between them, really, but Royals seem to have more of an influence over their respective categories.
[That smirk...yes, she's caught on. He nods.]
Two Jokers wouldn't be able to coexist. There's only one.