So you packed up and went out to lunch with Eventide. She's completely uninterested in eating anything from the cafeteria, and offered to hit up a nearby cafe for eats. Apparently she's a vegan, so she makes this trek every lunch hour. Did you get any food to eat? Does food even give you sustenance right now? Once she's got her food, you start trekking back to school to eat it in the cafeteria. Out of the blue, a few blocks from school, she asks, "So what do you know about the Seal of Solomon?"
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I do eat, still. Not much, and I'm very much partial to some flavors, while others have grown disgusting. Garlic, you might guess, is in that last category, which saddens me as it means that much of the food of my childhood is now like dung in my mouth. I pick up an orange and a sandwich on thick brown bread with havarti cheese and greens, asking for them to substitute grainy mustard for the aioli.
When Eventide asks her question, confirming that it wasn't "something she saw in a graphic novel," I consider lying outright, but instead give her half the truth. "My aunt and uncle apparently went through a phase many years ago, and still have the books. I flipped through some and saw that picture. It would be very powerful, if that sort of thing really worked."
I know some, from the perspective of a duelist who has studied the techniques of a potential enemy. Apparently Eventide fancies herself a mage. Who knows? Now that I've actually seen a ghost, maybe Eventide really is a mage.
I shake my head. "I don't practice, like I said. I just look through the books some. I think this one said 'Mathers' was the author or translator?"
"This seems far-fetched. A deal with the devil? I think this is not for me, Eventide, my family may have the books, but they would not approve, and I don't think I do, either." I fake a shudder, to back that up. Let her think she's scared me. I will keep an eye on her, though. You can be certain of this.
"Then I will try not to make you hate me, Eventide." As we finish the walk back to the cafeteria, my thoughts turn to Amandine. Does she know what is happening? She must. Surely she will need a friend, though, and a ghost might be a useful tool... that is, ally.
Truth? I am torn. All my training, from even before I was made, all my instincts are to gather resources. As a girl, I dominated through wealth or status, and when my sire came to me, he gave me this additional gift, and an instinct to fill my immortal hope chest with toys and tools and weapons.
However, something touched me deeply as I fed on Amandine. In that moment, her pain became a thing I could ease and I found myself wanting to do that. To soothe fear instead of inspiring it. Yes, I tell myself she will be a tool, but she will also be a weakness. Whether I seek her out or not, she will be a weakness.
"I think Amandine has cut herself, yes, even if not today." I unwrap my sandwich and take a thoughtless bite. They didn't make the substitution and the horrible taste of "garlic-red pepper aioli" curls my tongue. I'm sure Eventide sees my revolted expression as I toss the sandwich down.
This would likely be a bad idea, but I do want to connect with Amandine. "I have not." Would it even work, if Amandine was alive, as Eventide thinks? "Do you think you could do that?"
"I don't think so, no. Not today, but I might be able to sneak it out sometime soon. I wonder if they've cleaned out Amandine's locker, though?" Of course, I know where I can get something of Amandine's. Know where her body is. Part of the challenge from my family was to clean up after myself, so I did.
I do want to see what sort of... how do they say it, 'mojo?' Eventide might have, if any. "Let's try this without the book. I'll do my best to get it for you to look at tomorrow."
Manipulate Eventide
(Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 2, 4. Total: 7)
+1 XP
I wait to hold out my hand. "I'll show you after. Seance first?"
I take her hand. "You won't regret trusting me on this, Eventide." I believe that was very specific. It should hold true.
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