>>6305319“Started it after the last time I saw you, in Brooklyn,” she exhales smoke from her dead lungs. “It’s funny, being addicted to nicotine, or anything really… It’s one of the most human things people can do. Cravings. I can’t get addicted, nor does it damage my lungs, but to the mortals, it does all of that. Yet they still do it. One of the ways I’m maintaining my cover.” You know it’s excessive of her to do something like that. Use Vitae to chase after a mortal pastime. Other packs would ridicule her for something so useless. But she was one of the points of contact for the herds the Sabbat maintain throughout New York. Her job was to keep the blood safe and flowing. “You never answered my question.” She interrupts your thoughts.
“Doing well. The odd jobs for Cronus and Remus,” you say, mentioning the ductus of the Ferrymen. Cronus was your sire and the priest. “Uneventful night so far. Going to see what dad wants,” you nod to Hecate, walking to the office and opening the door.
You recall the first time you opened this door. Following some suspicious individuals. You had never gone down the tunnels under the parking lot this far before. You remember picking the lock you used a key on earlier.
>Among your Attributes, which is your secondary? (The losing choice shall become the tertiary)>Social>Mental (Expect more chargen in the next post. I’m going to be at work the rest of today and all of Saturday, so I’m planning on updating on Sunday.)
