An hour after sundown, Solomon kneels alone in the center of his room, the one that Father Hues was kind enough to provide. Incense burns in all four corners of the room. Solomon takes several deep breaths, centering himself before starting.

In his mind he pictures the young malkavian he saw at Elysium, the pretty one in the elaborate dress and velvet cape. He focuses on her face, fixing it in his mind.

2008-05-24 18:53:14 Solomon rolls 7 dice to Wits + Malkavian Time (Diff 9, used willpower) 5,8,8,5,10,1,9 (2 successes)

Midnight... Saint... Paul's... Cemetery.

The words stream out through the Cobweb, seeking the consciousness of Kara Miya. The stress of sending the broadcast leaves Solomon winded. For a moment, it feels as though spiders are scurrying around inside his skull. But the feeling passes, and Solomon heads off towards the cemetery to await the family reunion.  

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*It felt like a lightning bolt through her brain, the whisper of  four simple words. It is nearly midnight, far away some clock begins to chime...tick tock.

She moves around gravestones, touching the tops, her fingertips grazing faintly. Her cape flutters in the delicate breeze like wings, the guns catch whatever sliver of light the moon offers and shimmer like fragments of constelations.

Slowly she moves to a tall marble angel and hoists herself up on the small ledge. One hand moves to the stone statue, resting upon a wing. She looks around and waits.*

"Greetings, sister."

Solomon steps from behind a nearby stone monolith. His cloak flutters in the breeze. The moonlight glints silver off his cold, metalic face. He drops to one knee, bowing his head.

"I am Solomon, Childe of David, Childe of Catherine, Childe of Alhazred, Childe of Addemar, Childe of Lamdiel, Childe of Malkav."

He rises, locking eyes with her.

"I am a adventurer, a wandering hero, far from home. Prince Carter has granted me leave to stay in his domain and dwell within the cathedral. It is a great thing to have one of the family ruling this land and i was so please when i saw you at Elysium. Your beauty overwhelmed me and I could tell right away that you were a lady of class and refinement. Please except this token..."

He reaches beneath his cloak. Pulling forth a white rose, he extends it towards her.

"... I hope that in the coming nights, we will find great comfort in each other's company. Family should always stay close."  

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*Kara's pale sky blues follow Solomon. She smiles and trails her fingertips lightly over the stone of the angel's wings. Somehow it had always pleased her to meet a fellow Malkavian, it was like a warm ripple down her spine. And all this bowing and rose handing, well she always did like being treaded like a lady.

Her smile widens, their eyes locking in a confusion of colour.* It is always an honour to meet a fellow clans-mate...greetings to you...brother. *She steps off of the small ledge and walks over towards him out-streaching her hand to take the flower.*

Yes, it ¬is¬ a great thing having one of ours on the throne of the City. *Kara's fingers curve around the stem of the rose, pausing* Thank you for the rose, and your kind words...*she takes the flower out of his grasp and curtsies, eyes lifted to his, the smile dancing still on her lips, skirts fluttering.*

I am glad you found me...yes, brother...*she straightens up and touches the rose to her nose, the fragrence entwinting with the scent of the night* familys should always stick together.

*a light tilt of her head.* why have to come to find me?

Solomon shakes his head for a moment.

"I do not know why I came here. I am questing. I follow my path and question not what is over the next horizon. All will fall into place..."

He pauses and looks to Kara.

"... But now that I am here and I find our paths crossing, I surmise that this was fated to be. With the loss of our clan's Primogen and the increasing threat posed by the Sabbat, now is the time to keep family close. Sometimes, blood is the only thing I can trust."

You are here, *she begins as she tilts her head lightly* to find me...*then she lowers her voice in a whisper* never there was a Malkavian I did not like...

*Silent footsteps lead her closer to her ¬brother¬.* careful who you trust brother...

"Thank you, sister."

Solomon remains where he is, idly running a hand over the side of his mask.

"Keep safe... If ever you have need of me, I will be there."

His hand drops to the hilt of his sword.

"You have nothing to fear with me by your side."

*The rose is lifted to her nose again, the fragrance reminding her of joys and sorrows.*

I'm pleased to know that *she says in a low voice, her eyes moving to the mask, gaze slipping over it slowly, as if memorizing.

The rose is lowered as he touches his sword*  and if you ever need me by your side, just call for Kara Miya...as you did before and I too, will be here for you. *hands move to her cape and gently she moves the flaps to the side. There around her waist rest twin guns from a holder around her waist.*

"Well, my dear sister... until we meet again."

Solomon punctuates his words with a flourishing bow.

*a nod, then Kara curtsies with a flourish.* Be well my brother.

*Kara turns slowly on her heal and walks towards the stone angel, she steps behind it and heads off into the shadows.*

Solomon stays for a moment, focusing his senses.

[Heightened Senses]

He breathes deeply, savoring the smell of roses and grave dirt. When he is satisfied, he will head back to the cathedral. Their is still much to be accomplished tonight.