HECTOR DACRE
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Nov 1, 2022 18:10:28 GMT
 A lot had changed in London since 1940. The place was so much busier and there now the underground was a full blown mode of transport. They sailed through security without any issues thanks to the fake passports Hector had secured for everyone. It was never wise to travel with a true ID, hence why Hector had a wallet full of various driving licenses, none of which detailed his real name. He cracked a bottle of whiskey open just before breakfast and made sure he polished it off before stepping on the plane. He had no intention of experiencing any of this trip sober. He was in full vacation mode and left ninety percent of the planning to Magnus. Hector provided them with a private plane because there was no way he was about to sit in a tiny seat on a plane for hours amongst humans. Plus, one of them would have ended up ripping someone's artery open before landing in London and Hannya would have been trying to secure her spot in the mile high club. At least on a private plane, he had everyone secured. He opened the second bottle of whiskey, knocking back most of it as he stepped on the plane. Magnus was surrounded by countless maps and a huge itinerary, Lawrence was bickering with Kit and Lincoln was panicking about the fake passports they were using. Thankfully Hector wasn’t about to sit with them as he settled down into the pilot's seat. It had been a few decades since he’d actually flown a plane, but it was like riding a bike. Once you learn you never forget despite being almost two bottles deep. He flickered a few switches here and there and the next minute they were in the air as Hector mentally blocked out any voices that came from behind him, apart from Magnus who was shouting out directions to Hector as they glided through the clouds. There were a few moments the pair dove into their own little arguments about what direction London was in. Hector stepped away from the stick, handing it over to Magnus since he was claiming to be such an aviation expert. Eventually they were on the tarmac, climbing into a large black limousine and on their way to Hector’s apartment. He’d yet to see the place in person, but the pictures showed a grand twelve house apartment in Chelsea with a gym, theatre and swimming pool. He made sure cleaners visited the apartment the day before and the place would be spotless. He took another sip of whiskey as he tried to not think about how messy the place was going to get. Someone was probably going to smash the marble floor and stain one of the cream sofas with red wine. “Three rules in this apartment.” His eyes flicked between everyone in the car, including Remzi who wasn’t even invited on the trip but somehow appeared in the back of the limousine. “If the cops turn up, we run. The top floor bedroom is mine. No animals… apart from that do whatever the hell you like.” A statement he would no doubt regret in a few days time, but they all needed to unwind, even Hector. He took another sip from his whiskey bottle as he turned his body to look out the window, absorbing the sights of London. MAGNUS DAYNE LINCOLN CROWNE |
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Post by LINCOLN CROWNE on Nov 12, 2022 19:02:22 GMT
The agent had barely glanced at the passport before he’d handed it back. Gesturing to have them stream past without stopping. Why bother checking too closely when you’d probably had your pockets lined with hundred dollar bills by the owner of that fancy plane out there, or he’d compelled you not to notice that half the people boarding that plane had been childhood friends with William the Conqueror and the others all probably had some sort of warrant out for them. Kit had been in jail for some of thing involving his brother – who’d apparently hadn’t made the cut for working at the club (the ruckus over Hannya apparently hiring him had been heard all the way downstairs).
Hannya…
Magnus probably would’ve tried to keep her hands off of him, but as he’d shuffled aboard, Linc had made certain to sit well away from her. She was bad on the ground, up in the air, with new chances to do things she could brag about later, she’d be worse, and her and Lawrence didn’t seem close enough these days to prevent those roving eyes from landing on him. Like a cat with a mouse, staring, pouncing, making him squeak as he tried to get away. It didn’t help that Magnus and Hector were gonna be up front. The 21st century’s version of the Wright Brothers. Did he trust them to get them to London in one piece? Would he even have trusted professional pilots? Not really.
Fingers had the arms of the seat in a claw like grip before he’d even stopped babbling about the fake passports and getting stopping in England – where Hector’s hold over government officials obviously hadn’t reached yet. How had Magnus even got him out of the country the first time? His parents had never gotten him a passport – they’d never been able to afford going any further than the M25 – and he’d been half out of it then. Still raw from the changes forced on him by the bastard who’d gotten his claws into his parents before he’d brushed them off his blood stained hands and the man who’d tried to save him – unsuccessfully if you were judging by whether or not he’d actually died. Linc craned sideways as the plane started to taxi, feeling that matching whine trying to rise up in his throat. He couldn’t see Magnus, but his dad wouldn’t have done this if he didn’t think he could handle this right? Going back to the scene of the crime so to speak.
Linc hadn’t relaxed much by the time they started to descend over London, if anything his grip on the arms had gotten tighter, knuckles and lips turning white as he leaned over Kit, ignoring the protests to try and spot Wes’ warehouse right there on the water, the one that should’ve been dust by now. Shoved back, he tried to ignore the whirr of the engines as they cut the speed. He hadn’t buried his head between his knees as they descended towards the tarmac, but it had been a close thing.
Like a junky he was practically twitching when they finally pushed their way downstairs. If the customs officials were paying as much attention as they should’ve been, they likely would’ve stopped him, trying to figure out just how many balloons were bursting in his gut – pale, sweating, twitchier than his parents had ever been. In the back of the limo, Linc cranked down the tinted window as soon as they were out of the airport, guzzling sticky air through it like a drowning man getting his first taste of oxygen. There was nothing familiar out there to have him slamming his eyes shut, not yet. It wasn’t like Hector would dirty those handmade shoes by heading to the sorts of sewers he’d grown up in.
Sandy brows drew together, eyes that narrowed fixed on Hector as he started to read them the riot act. The limo and apartment weren’t like the plane, he couldn’t slam a door shut and lock them all out. ”If the cops turn up? This isn’t your place? Great. Welcome to London boys, make sure you don’t get arrested when the police turn up.” They’d scatter like cockroaches with Hannya probably leading the charge, if she didn’t take a liking to one of the guys in uniform and start fawning over them. Linc had glanced at her as animals were mentioned – if there was any one of them likely to do that, it was definitely her.
The view outside slowly changed, the suburbs giving way to the more crowded roads of London proper. Tourists thronging on the streets, all ripe for the picking by men like Wes. Young, stupid, too naïve to see the danger – hadn’t that been him before? Linc shuffled forward again, dipping his head out of the open window in time to catch Nelson’s Column slipping past on their right as they turned. ”Where are we going? Don’t tell me this apartment’s really Buckingham Palace.” With the Queen recently deceased, there was probably room at the very expensive Inn, and it would’ve put Magnus close to his relatives (still a mind fuck). The entrance to the mall was crowded, traffic getting squeezed by a scatter of police and those orange barricades. What in God’s name was Hector doing in order to swing his wallet around and impress them a little?
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MAGNUS DAYNE
Vampire
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"You waste time trying to get people to love you, you'll end up the most popular dead man in town."
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 15:53:50 GMT
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Post by MAGNUS DAYNE on Nov 15, 2022 18:31:07 GMT
 ━ evil notions come free ━
Some things, however, still got to him. Honey cakes. The Royal Family. Returning home.
He hadn’t been back since he’d rescued Lincoln, and though that was mere moments ago in a vampire’s lifetime, they were returning now for an entirely different reason━he hoped Lincoln would find some comfort here. They wouldn’t go near the same places he’d grown up in or had unfond memories of; Magnus had made sure of that while he planned the trip. All Linc had to worry about was maintaining control.
The rest of them, however… well, Magnus wasn’t sure if their influence would be positive or negative. In some ways, perhaps watching them spiral out into obscene acts would be a lesson for Lincoln━however, on the other side of the coin, it would be easy to fall into the moment.
Well, there was no point worrying until they actually arrived. And they would, despite the look on Linc’s face when Hector decided he would pilot and Magnus joined him in the cockpit. They argued minorly about directions until Hector eventually relinquished control, leaving Magnus to enjoy cruising through the clouds.
In the back, Kit wondered why the fuck he had to be included. Hector was the only person he mildly liked, and that was out of respect more than anything else. He tolerated Linc, but Lawrence and Hannya… well, interacting with either of them was like reaching into a bag full of snakes. She kept giving him lingering looks that sent heated shots down his spine, legs stretched out, so long he felt like his eyes could follow them for days. He was also itching to text Katja or Frank━would they take his absence as a free-for-all since they’d opened that door? Would Frank want to do anything without him there? There was a crawling sensation at the back of his neck.
Remzi was just happy to be there. The private plane had an open bar full of shit, and he definitely helped himself. In all of his low-level-dr*g-dealer dreams, he’d never imagined he could be here. This was fucking sick, and he was gonna enjoy the fuck outta this trip. Maybe he’d find himself a new Blonde British Bitch to bring home, scare the fuck outta Leah or something. For some reason, his stomach ached at the idea. Whatever. Drinking more would probably solve that problem.
Hannya was elated. Every time she looked at the wolf, he stared back, and she felt all the lust ooze from him. After a second, though, his mind swarmed with jealousy, and it was the best sort of dessert to her already-delicious entrée. The baby vampire was no fun without his girl to mess with, but she wondered what he’d do if she took a bite out of his daddy. Hmm. Well, it was a long trip; she’d have plenty of time to experiment. Speaking of, Hannya pulled out her phone and took a picture of her lap, legs crossed, skirt riding high, with a champagne flute held in her left hand and balanced on her thigh, engagement ring on full display. She sent it off to Joel with a text to accompany it: Hector’s taking me on a private vacation for a few days! Hope to see you when we get back. Miss you already.
Magnus landed them safely, and then slipped through the curtain divider to grin wide at Hector’s Band of Misfits. “Lady an’ gentlemen, we’ve now landed at ‘Eathrow Airport in London. Don’t remove ya seatbelts ‘til the seatbelt sign goes off, and… ‘ave a good trip.” Clapping his hands together, Magnus was clearly delighted with his cheesy, Dad joke, and met Lincoln’s eye for a moment, almost eager to see the embarrassment strewn across it.
Thankfully, because this was a private plane and they didn’t have to wait for a hundred other people to get their bags, they were on the tarmac and in the limousine within minutes. Magnus poured himself a glass of Hector’s whiskey and took a long sip, sighing pleasantly at the taste. It was then that Hector decided to spout off his rules for the trip, leaving Magnus to chuckle lightly━he’d respect them, of course, but that went without saying. He couldn’t imagine what this group would get up to, or perhaps what they already had that left Hector forced to lay out basic rules.
“Oi,” Magnus nodded to Linc, locking eyes with him. “No need t’start our trip like that, boy. Ya don’t ‘ave to worry about that, anyway━you won’t be doin’ anythin’ worthy of bein’ arrested for.” He winked then, a grin creeping back on his face, seemingly in a permanent good mood due to their surroundings. He watched Linc glance at Hannya, who was completely ignoring him, and instead letting those honey-coloured eyes slip from Hector to… Magnus. Ah, Jesus. He knew better than to get himself involved with a demon━actually, it made him wonder how his ol’ Angel mate was doing━but there was something else, too. Though he mourned the loss of Her Majesty, and most of his life was spent here, in England, he felt a strange sensation… like he’d left his heart in Mystic Falls.
Shifting his focus back to Linc’s eye line, he followed the boy’s gaze out the window, and scoffed a laugh, nudging Hector. “You weren’t ‘ere after the French Revolution, were ya? You ever met Horatio? Proper twat that one was. What kind ‘f c*nt joins the Navy if ya can’t ‘andle bein’ on a boat?” His laugh was cut short by Hannya’s addition from across the car, where she stared, transfixed by the statue.
“He had a baby with Lady Hamilton while they were both still married.” She practically purred, “Lived in a house with ‘er and hubby ‘til Sir Hamilton croaked. Ooh, that was good. He was so jealous all th’damn time.” Shimmying her shoulders, Hannya almost shivered as if she could remember exactly how it felt. She leaned back into her chair and sighed wistfully. Magnus merely watched her, wondering just how old Hannya was.
Finally, he was able to pull himself back to Linc, and cleared his throat. “Chelsea. We’ll drop our bags, then ‘ead to Buckingham Palace after. Windsor Castle will be later in the day, where most of my time was spent,” He grinned almost cheekily, quite aware that Linc didn’t seem to fully believe his stories, especially not the pieces he got. He planned to separate from the group there, where he could share more details with the boy and pray he took them seriously.
Eventually, they managed to make it to Hector’s apartment in one piece, where Hannya refused to carry any of her bags, and Magnus automatically took on the responsibility of bringing them in. It took a few trips (and Linc’s likely begrudging help) but, eventually, they were settled inside. He didn’t want to hover, but ensured his bedroom was near to Linc’s just in case. It wasn’t as if he expected Lincoln to run to him in the middle of the night because he had a bad dream, but if he required anything at all, Magnus wanted him to know there was a safe house nearby.
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
Age:
765
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Nov 28, 2022 13:21:24 GMT
They had to land in an airport, rather than just parking up on a piece of dirt like the good old days. Hector handed control over to Magnus at that point considering he’d never even stepped foot in the airport. The Dad joke did bring a small smile to Hector’s face. Magnus had slipped into the role of playing father to Lincoln with ease. Any other party may have been stopped at customs, had their bags searched and grilled as to why they were visiting London, but they sailed through. If they did get stopped Hector would have taken a step back and let Magnus deal with immigration because Lord help anyone who would try and prevent Magnus from entering his home country. By the time the meeting was over they would say sorry to Magnus and that was without any compulsion. Even Hannya would have struggled to get a word in. Granted England was the place he was born and raised, but Hector had never felt the same about the place compared to Magnus. He fought in the wars, and defended his land, but it wasn’t the place that shaped him. He considered the sea his true home. The thought popped into his head that maybe they could sail to London, where he would have been in his element. Reunited with the water, but he couldn’t keep the bar shut that long. Plus alongside being an excellent sailor he was also a great pilot. Better than Magnus, which would have made for an interesting debate if he wasn’t too busy loading everyone into the car. Three simple rules, that’s all he was asking from them instead of the longer list of rules imposed at the bar. Hector shot Lawrence a warning look as he mentioned no animals, as the Candian’s mouth went to part to make an overused joke about Kit being a werewolf. His dark eyes flickered toward Lincoln. For a vampire Lincoln sure did worry a lot and for what? “Absolutely. If they come you have never heard of nor met Hector Dacre.” He knew his staff was complete idiots and none of them would dare to name-drop Hector. Well, maybe Hannya would cause some drama. Then his gaze darted over towards Hannya for a second. The complete loose canon in the group but he knew how to keep her sweet. Lawrence however had failed and made an enemy of Hannya. By the end of the trip, they could be down a person and even Lawrence knew that. Magnus had naturally taken on the role as the tour leader, reeling off history to the others. Hector laughed lightly at Magnus’ comment, “He wasn’t welcome on my ship. He was an awful sailor.” Men who couldn’t handle the waves were weak in Hector’s eyes. Then Hannya chimed up, adding to the history. It was easy to forget she had lived through it all as well. Somewhat unnerving at times given she’d never revealed how old she was. Soon they all clambered out of the vehicle at Hector’s apartment. Hannya was the only one to jump out and swan inside without collecting her bags, leaving the others to get them for her. “You’d think she was coming for a year.” He muttered to Magnus, gesturing at Hannya’s ridiculously large suitcase. Once he was inside he headed straight up to the top floor to unpack, laying his suits out on the bed one by one along with his casual clothes, which were probably still considered fancy for some.
“Right. Let's get going.” Hector announced as he came down the stairs, gathering the group up again, back into the limousine, and straight towards Buckingham Palace. Hector tipped the driver generously, telling him to wait for them but the crowds outside were an indication it wasn’t going to be a quick trip. MAGNUS DAYNE LINCOLN CROWNE |
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LINCOLN CROWNE
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Age:
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Occupation:
Emerald City Bartender
Status:
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Cassie Luanna
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Ange
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 18:54:46 GMT
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Post by LINCOLN CROWNE on Dec 3, 2022 17:17:37 GMT
At the end of the flight Magnus had been everybody’s dad – well, the cheesy American sitcom version of one. Pulling the car in at the end of a long and arduous drive, dropping some awful dad joke like he hadn’t heard any of the bickering that’d gone on behind him the whole trip. They were there now and that meant all the squabbling was forgotten. Some cheap motel ahead of them, shared rooms and promised days out at the grand canyon. Knowing Hector that wasn’t gonna be anything like what they were getting. Where Magnus seemed excited about the whole thing, practically rubbing his hands together as he pressed his lips together and grimaced faintly, like he had indigestion, Hector had been gliding through it all. If anyone would’ve bothered him he'd have swept his hand – the one that’d be holding a cut crystal full of something even older than he was for most of the trip – through the air like Obi Wan Kenobi, making sure they weren’t the bunch of assholes anybody was looking for.
The bunch of criminals. If anybody had found out what he’d done in that hotel room, they hadn’t marked him for it with the authorities anyway. They all got out of their in one piece, filing into the limo where Magnus and Hector were already getting in the mood. It wasn’t like the liquor would’ve been doing anything for them, if it would’ve done for him Linc would’ve poured himself a glass, something to rid his nerves of that lingering jangle (although he suspected that wasn’t going anywhere until they were back on the plane and heading home).
Hector might’ve acted like he was better than the rest of them, some sort of paragon of virtue – just like Magnus – but there was something far shadier about him. Linc squinted at him, like he could pick out that shadow around him just by looking. ”Maybe I wasn’t worryin’ about what I’ve been up to,” Linc shot back at his dad. ”Or what I’m gonna get up to. See …” He jerked his chin up towards Hector as he rapidly dragged his gaze away from Hannya to Hector and then back to Magnus and … mope. That was one thing he wasn’t having imprinted on his brain. Linc covered his face with his hands, squeezing his eyes shut behind them like that would ridhim of that look he’d caught going on. ”No officer, he’s not my boss … I just saw the door open and wandered in.” And don’t need to be locked up for whatever he’s done.
There were probably centuries of crimes stacked atop one another. If they were put together they’d take up an entire filing cabinet to themselves. Linc looked out the open window, not wanting to start wondering. Magnus had told him his life hadn’t always been dusty antiques and the sort of Hallmark budding romance Mrs Graham would’ve loved. He looked back, brows furrowed as he looked between Hector and Magnus. ”You two sailed with Horatio Nelson?” It shouldn’t have been shocking, well, in comparison to Hannya nothing really was but … fuck. Linc stared at her open mouthed, feeling like the cogs in his head were grinding smoke. At school they were taught the Victorians were real prudes, but between Magnus, Hector and Hannya it was less prudish and more full on filth. You slept with Nelson stuck tight in his throat. He shuddered, not wanting to think about what Hannya had stirred up there.
Maybe he could sneak his passport out from under Magnus’ grip and pay for a ticket home, he’d even swim it if he had to. Get back to the house and hole up with Cassie to tell her every wild thing that happened before they even got to the apartment. There was a small measure of comfort when Magnus dragged himself out of Hannya’s attention and said they were heading to Chelsea. Nowhere near Richmond at least. ”So castles all week,” Linc said with a nod. Just like those school trips he’d never been able to go on – those had cost money and once Mrs Graham was gone there was nobody to sign the permissions slips anyway. Magnus and Hector would drag them around, probably telling more stories from their long, long, long lives with Hannya adding in the lude. Yay.
He'd dragged his heels getting everything inside, leaving Hannya’s luggage to Magnus, although that was maybe a mistake. He’d watched to make sure Magnus had emerged from her room each time. That wasn’t one conversation he wasn’t having with Jo when they went home. Linc dumped his bags in his own room – one whose door he’d make sure he locked every night (as though Hannya couldn’t get in anyway) – and sprawled on the bed. The place was huge, enough room that they could all separate, although Hannya would probably want to change that ASAP. He rolled over on his bed, picking up his phone to message Cassie. It'd probably cost about fifty quid but it was worth it. He was two words in when Hector strolled past, calling them all together like they were on one of those school trips. Everybody hold hands, don’t go talking to strangers.
Linc rolled off his bed, traipsing down with the rest of them to pile back in the limo – he sat next to Magnus this time, although that would probably just end up with him having to see Hannya’s looks instead of warding them off. Thankfully it wasn’t far back to the palace and they were all scrambling out again. The queen might’ve been dead for weeks by now, but people still crowded outside the palace. Looks shot their way as the limo pulled up close. Look away ladies and gents, it’s just a grieving distant relative and the bunch of lunatics he’d brought with him. Linc shifted closer to Magnus in the crowd, hands in his pockets, head dipped like that would block out the sound of a thousand heartbeats. ”Which bedroom window was yours?” he asked, glancing up at Magnus. He probably wanted a few minutes alone to grieve silently, although this crowd was never really gonna let him do that. Knowing Magnus he’d have some secret way into the castle, some spot where he could sit and speak to the queen alone.
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MAGNUS DAYNE
Vampire
Posts: 95
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"You waste time trying to get people to love you, you'll end up the most popular dead man in town."
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 15:53:50 GMT
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Post by MAGNUS DAYNE on Dec 13, 2022 23:42:01 GMT
━ evil notions come free ━
It was a pleasant trip the rest of the ride to Hector’s flat, and then he was tasked with carrying in his bags and Hannya’s, though she was clearly old enough to handle them herself. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she could sprout extra arms and carry them all at once.
“With you, I’m sure she’d like t’be. Preferably in an ‘orizontal position.” He flashed Hector a smirk and took her bags in trips, where during each one, he’d walk into her bedroom, see Hannya perched at the end of the bed just grinning at him━not unlike how Philippa did before drawing him to the depths with her━and then he’d leave and catch Linc’s eye on his way out. During the last trip, she’d spread out on her bed and totally ignored him, laying on her side with her back to Magnus. He assumed she’d meant to face her most valuable asset toward him, and he wasn’t impervious to her games. Magnus had a good, long look, cleared his throat, and let her know those were all her bags. Hannya thanked him without looking over her shoulder, and he left feeling like an animal who’d been pet backwards, fur all ruffled and pulled in the opposite direction.
By the time they left for Buckingham Palace, he was back to normal. Well, as normal as he could be while approaching the previous residence of Her Majesty. Slipping out of the limousine, Magnus wore a black suit and bowed his head respectfully as he approached, though he didn’t miss the way Hannya slotted against Hector’s side and wrapped an arm around his. Magnus lifted his hand, moving it over the back of Linc’s head in more of a swipe than a smack. “Watch yer mouth.” He puffed, grabbing Linc’s bicep to tug him in close and away from the crowd's watchful eyes, then wrapped his arm around the boy’s back to shield him.
“Allow us through these gates, and shut them behind us.” He compelled the Queen’s━ah, sorry, King’s Guard━standing by the gate. The man stepped aside and motioned for his colleagues to follow suit. Soon enough, they were slipping through, less than a stone’s throw now.
“Buckin’am Palace was built in th’seventeen ‘undreds, boy. You forget everythin’ ya learned in school?” Magnus said quietly, grinning just enough to show Linc he was only teasing━otherwise, he wanted to remain as respectful as possible.
Hannya looked totally comfortable walking into the grand entrance, bathed in red carpet, white walls and gold trim. Kit turned into a schoolboy of sorts, holding his hands together in front of him, blue gaze flicking around to take it all in, but frequently staring forward. Remzi… “What’ve you got?” Magnus snapped in a stage whisper, halting the group to turn and grab Remzi by the shoulder.
The younger vampire━who Magnus hadn’t invited and didn’t work in the club━wiped his nose and sniffed, giving a dopey grin. “Chiiillll, man. Who the fuck else is gonna get to say they had a bump in Buckingham Palace? Actually, all the Princes, probably. Especially the one who likes little girls.” Remzi snickered in response, nudging Lawrence to join in on the joke
Magnus thought about hitting him. He truly, honestly, almost swung, knowing he could flatten the baby vampire in a matter of moments. He was almost sure that Lincoln had been a vampire longer than Remzi.
Instead of committing an act of violence in such a special, solemn place, Magnus pulled away and turned to Hector, absolutely livid. “Hector,” He practically growled, desperate for his friend’s intervention. “Get yer guests in line.”
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
Age:
765
Occupation:
Business Owner
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Single
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I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Dec 29, 2022 0:10:48 GMT
He wouldn’t be taking the back seat on this trip, but he was happy to take the passenger seat for the large part of it, with a bottle of hard liquor glued to his right hand. Magnus would be in the driver’s seat as it was his trip after all. Pride seeped from his friend as soon as they landed in London whilst Hector was shooting the rest of the group daggering looks as they went through customs. All of them remained silent though until they jumped into the vehicle and broke into chit-chat. Magnus took the words straight from Hector’s mouth. Horatio was considered no sailor, just an idiot who tried to navigate a ship and failed. The man wasn’t considered one of them by any means, in fact, it was an insult to sailors around the world to refer to Horatio as one. Truthfully Hector was on the fence about inviting Hannya, but he couldn’t exactly exclude her from the whole trip. She could be problematic though, someone he was unable to control despite pretending he could. If she wanted to be chaotic then there wasn’t a lot he or Magnus could do about that. “There’s still time for that.” He glanced over at Magnus, flashing him the same playful smirk before heading off inside. He expected some kind of argument to break out in the group about who got what room, but everyone settled in nicely. Magnus wore a crisp black suit to Buckingham Palace, leaving Hector feeling a little undressed for the first time in forever. He blended in with the crowd of people though, most of whom were in black despite the roaring sun in the sky. He cast a glance backward to see Lawrence trailing behind. The daylight ring was working a treat. As he pulled his attention back to the front Hannya slipped in alongside him, weaving her arm into his. He’d never seen her wearing that many clothes before. “Try and behave yourself… future Mrs Dacre.” He muttered to her with a tight smile on his face, as the pair moved through the crowd until they reached the front leaving behind an echo of whispers that they were pushing their way through. Hector peeked over his sunglasses as Magnus compelled the Guard to step aside and let the group in, throwing away his entire career because some vampire had told him to do so. “Cheers.” Hector slipped a twenty pound note into the Guard’s top pocket, patting on it lightly. The noise of the crowd disappeared once the doors closed behind them. Hector removed his sunglasses, sliding them into his trouser pocket as he broke away from Hannya as she wandered off in front. “This place was hit nine times during World War Two. King George and Queen Elizabeth refused to leave though… gotta admire them for that.” Hector wasn’t exactly blown away by the interior, but he appreciated the beauty of the architecture. It was truly something. Hector sighed softly as Magnus grabbed Remzi by the shoulder. Perhaps it wasn’t Hannya he should have been worried about. Lawrence laughed lightly at Remzi’s joke until he made eye contact with Hector and fell silent, as though he had just been told off by his teacher on a school trip. Then Magnus turned to him, steam practically coming from his ears. “My guests? I didn’t invite this homeless-looking creature… but fine.” He moved past Magnus, making a beeline for Remzi. “Behave yourself otherwise you’ll be going home in a wooden box.” He went to walk away from Remzi, but stopped and turned back, “Actually, no, you wouldn’t be coming back with us. I’ll toss your body into the lion's den at London Zoo.” His eyes flickered over to Lawrence, “He’s your responsibility.” An order which didn’t seem to land well with Lawrence. There were countless people that lived inside Buckingham Palace, so not many people stared at them believing the guards out at the front wouldn’t let any unauthorised persons inside. The rest of the visit went without any further problems, with Hector keeping a close eye on Remzi and Lawrence. He would obliterate the pair of them if they ruined this trip for Magnus. After an hour or so they left Buckingham Palace, moving through the crowds once again to find the vehicle waiting for them outside. He climbed into the back seat, “Windsor Castle next please.” He called out to the driver as he pulled open the mini fridge, and grabbed a mini bottle of champagne from inside. “Help yourself… we got about forty minutes until the next place.” It was weird he was sitting in the back of a car with his staff for that long without talking about work, but he was keen to keep that subject off the table for the next few times. The journey easily turned into an hour with the London traffic, but Magnus and Hector kept everyone entertained with their snippets of history as they drove through and out the capital. “I worked a baker around these ends in the thirteen hundreds… got sacked because I kept burning the bread.” He glanced out the window as various buildings passed by, “Oh wow. There's a bank I robbed back in the early eighteen hundreds. Didn’t think it would still be standing now.” He took a long swig of the champagne. Again, Hector tipped the driver asking him to wait outside whilst they headed inside Windsor Castle. MAGNUS DAYNE LINCOLN CROWNE |
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