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So you wanna be a Vampire Representative? OTA
A. What Do Vampires Do Best?
So, Cooper had won the seat on the Night Council. He had to admit that he wasn't sure that he was going to win the election. The competition had been fierce. But apparently the vampires of London had their heads screwed on straight. When he found out the news, he immediately let out a whoop and holler. Then he remembered that he was now a representative and now had to act with more decorum. He'd accepted the position gratefully.
So how to celebrate? Well, there was the traditional vampire method. He was throwing a party in his apartment, which let's face it, was spacious enough for about three parties going on at once. Everyone was invited. Yes, everyone, even those from factions the Nest was in conflict with, or those people that Cooper didn't particularly personally care for. He wanted it to be known he wasn't just exclusively about vampires and was willing to work with other supernatural types for the greater good. It was as good a time as any to approach with any issues other vampires may have wanted him to approach the Council about.
While he is his usual cheerful self as he goes around greeting everyone, those who know Cooper well will notice that he seems a bit distracted. Lately, he's been picking up on the emotions of those around him. It's not entirely a surprise. These things sometimes happen to vampires when they sire a certain number of vampires, or in Cooper's case, reach a certain age. However, suddenly developing empathic powers can be hard to adjust to. Knowing when everyone's lying, feeling sad, or suddenly horny is not the best thing in the world.
B. With Great Power...
Despite his usual irreverent personality, Cooper is taking his duties seriously. Now they're double-fold thanks to being both a Marquess and the Representative. Only one thing to do when he's got a list of vampires who all want to talk to him about their grievances. Out comes the motorcycle and off into London he goes. First up was the lawyer who specialized in keeping vampires out of trouble. Getting some of them to obey the laws of London and actually serve their sentences when they were caught by mortal police was a pain. Occasionally, calling in for back-up in the form of the Marquess was required.
He went along his day, checking in on one of his favorite blood donors to make sure she wasn't being taken advantage of by the older vampires in the nest. After talking to Shady Heavens, the infamous drag queen and her tally of grievances that ran sky high, Cooper decided he needed a break. Stopping at a fish 'n chips place, he was perched on his motorcycle, gnawing away at his lunch, and occasionally drinking from a flask of blood at his hip. He was bracing himself against the brushes of emotions he kept feeling from different passerby. Oh, he would be so glad when he got this new gift under control.
C. Wildcard!
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So, Cooper had won the seat on the Night Council. He had to admit that he wasn't sure that he was going to win the election. The competition had been fierce. But apparently the vampires of London had their heads screwed on straight. When he found out the news, he immediately let out a whoop and holler. Then he remembered that he was now a representative and now had to act with more decorum. He'd accepted the position gratefully.
So how to celebrate? Well, there was the traditional vampire method. He was throwing a party in his apartment, which let's face it, was spacious enough for about three parties going on at once. Everyone was invited. Yes, everyone, even those from factions the Nest was in conflict with, or those people that Cooper didn't particularly personally care for. He wanted it to be known he wasn't just exclusively about vampires and was willing to work with other supernatural types for the greater good. It was as good a time as any to approach with any issues other vampires may have wanted him to approach the Council about.
While he is his usual cheerful self as he goes around greeting everyone, those who know Cooper well will notice that he seems a bit distracted. Lately, he's been picking up on the emotions of those around him. It's not entirely a surprise. These things sometimes happen to vampires when they sire a certain number of vampires, or in Cooper's case, reach a certain age. However, suddenly developing empathic powers can be hard to adjust to. Knowing when everyone's lying, feeling sad, or suddenly horny is not the best thing in the world.
B. With Great Power...
Despite his usual irreverent personality, Cooper is taking his duties seriously. Now they're double-fold thanks to being both a Marquess and the Representative. Only one thing to do when he's got a list of vampires who all want to talk to him about their grievances. Out comes the motorcycle and off into London he goes. First up was the lawyer who specialized in keeping vampires out of trouble. Getting some of them to obey the laws of London and actually serve their sentences when they were caught by mortal police was a pain. Occasionally, calling in for back-up in the form of the Marquess was required.
He went along his day, checking in on one of his favorite blood donors to make sure she wasn't being taken advantage of by the older vampires in the nest. After talking to Shady Heavens, the infamous drag queen and her tally of grievances that ran sky high, Cooper decided he needed a break. Stopping at a fish 'n chips place, he was perched on his motorcycle, gnawing away at his lunch, and occasionally drinking from a flask of blood at his hip. He was bracing himself against the brushes of emotions he kept feeling from different passerby. Oh, he would be so glad when he got this new gift under control.
C. Wildcard!
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So she's spent the night on Cooper's arm, occasionally wandering around the party to say hello to her friends, and what-have-yous. She'd been drinking liberally all afternoon, as was customary, and now with so many rounds of shots in Cooper's honor, she was drunk. Drunk, but that didn't mean she couldn't tell when something was up with her boyfriend.
Waiting for an opportune moment, she slid in and took a hold of his arm, bringing him over to a relatively quiet corner of the flat. "You alright, love?" She asked him softly. "You look... not here. And you should be here- it's your party!"
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C - Knocking on Your Door
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She spotted Cooper right away and made her way through the crowd to him. "Congratulations," she said with a wide smile.
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He's really here out of a desire to learn everything he can about the new representative and the people around him. Everything he knows is through Nancy, and he trusts her well enough to tell the truth, but love can be blinding and maybe she doesn't know everything about every aspect of his life. There may be other players involved here that should be watched if they have Cooper's ear. And if Arthur happens to use some of the information he might learn tonight to help direct Hillingdon in its dealings with Islington then so be it, but he's not here as their representative tonight.
In any case, he's on his guard, not just so he can glean any information he can, but because he is probably surrounded by vampires. He only has a couple drinks at most, and he works his way through those so slowly that he never even feels a twinge of alcohol. When he finally passes by Cooper and stops to congratulate him, he's alert almost to the point of paranoia, though he masks it well with an easy smile.
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And so he was at the party, generally drinking and enjoying himself when he spotted Cooper.
"Hey!" he said, making his way over to Cooper. "Congratulations on the election."
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She seems to have a glass of wine in a perfectly manicured hand at almost all times, doesn't really laugh or smile but she doesn't have any trouble holding people's attention whenever she's away from Arthur. Flirts comfortably with anyone who seems responsive to that and definitely doesn't steal anything from anyone who annoys her. Look at that dress, where would she put it? She's not even carrying a bag, Arthur has her phone. Ridiculous.
It's on a poke around the flat that she spots Cooper and sidles up to him, everything about her is suggestive and distracting by design, but it's not what she's thinking about when she greets him.
"So you're the new vampire representative?"
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She'd like to talk to him again. See how he feels about it.
She catches him in a moment between other well wishing guests, offering him a wry smile. "Seems like congratulations are in order."
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It's on him just now to make sure that Cooper sees things that way as well now, of course. Understands that he doesn't resent the fact that he didn't win, and that he will step away from the politics gracefully and look forward to working together with the other vampire for the betterment of their faction. What better way to have the other man understand that than to attend his party, and to bring a gift. The only question is what. Then again, if there's one thing that Jean-Claude loves as much as parties, it is gifts.
He greets the other man with a smile and the small inclining of his head, sweeping into a slight bow before presenting him with a smallish, rectangular box.
"Felicitations, mon ami," he greets, in his native tongue, as he has a habit of doing.
((ooc: i'm so sorry this is so late but so many rl things got in the way and in the end it is BETTER LATE THAN NEVER))
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