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(last updated: 1/21/19)

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[Entering into the room is like entering the front hall of someone's house, only more elaborate. There are statues, gilded ceilings, and a fresco of chubby cherubs on the ceiling. The chandler is lit and there are three doors down the hall and a large drawn velvet curtain. At each door, like a sentry, there is a well dressed man - a dandy of the highest order with high starched collars - standing guard. One wears a yellow jacket, another a green evening jacket, another a suit dark chocolate in color, and the fourth a jacket of purple, who is standing in front of the curtain.

Only one door is open, the one with the yellow-clad young man standing just to the side of it. Should you approach any of the other doors or the curtain, the young man standing there will politely inform the "sir" or "madame" that they aren't meant to go through this door. Attempts to interact garner an introduction, but again they will say that the door is not meant for them.

Going through the open door, the yellow-clad dandy will bow and allow them entrance into the drawing room. There are several random trinkets in the room that seem to stand out. There is a gold decorated pipe mounted to the mantle like its a trophy. On a table by the door is a black top hat. On the small table in front of the sofa is a tea set]

TW: possible metamorphosis - involving blood and vampire-y things (avoid the pipe, can be shortened to avoid that, let me know). Assault (avoid the top hat).

[ooc: variations - if Biffy approaches any of the doors other than the open one, the response will be "My Lord, it is good to see you" before telling him that "regrettably" he can't go through the door. If Lyall approaches any of the closed doors, the response will be "Good evening, Professor" before telling him that "regrettably" he can't go through the door.

If your character does ask the names of the dandies, they will provide and I can tell you what they are]

_{[ Kirk wasn't particularly sure whose room this was, though he had a thought it was one of the wolves' or Akeldama's based on the decorations. He knew of no one else with the exposure or inclination to his kind of decorating taste which screamed of Earth Victorian and Baroque. But, kudos to the pretty men in their pretty suits.

Curious as he is about the guarded doors, he figured it wasn't worth the effort to make it past, if he could at all, and meandered through the yellow door instead, carrying himself with his captain's air and arms behind his back. He looked around the room as he waited on whomever was the creator of the room, considering the objects and pausing longest in front of the pipe, admiring the decoration. He was not a smoker himself, but he could appreciate craftsmanship.

He reached out, wanting to see the decoration closer, having read that Victorian era art such as this was notorious for hiding the finest of details in their work. His fingers curled around the pipe, lifting it up... ]}

[Since this was a calibration room, there was likely nothing on the other side of those doors, but since they existed, there needed to be a way to block them... and to show off pretty drones.

Inside the room though, when Kirk picked up the pipe, the room began to shift and morph before his eyes. The drawing room was now replaced with a very Egyptian looking room, complete with hieroglyphic markings and drawings brightening up the otherwise dark walls. Somewhere in another room, there was music playing, but it was not in this room.

In this room stood a pale man in Egyptian clothing, beside him another in less extravagant clothing, nowhere as pale as the first. By the entrance to the room were several men in Greek style clothing, one of whom looked like he was about to collapse, really only held up by the men on either side of him.

The Egyptian spoke first]

You are wasting your time. King Matakara will not see him. Will not see any of you.

[One of the Greeks spoke next]

He is dying. They cannot cure him. We made the jour-

It would have been better to not burden his health by bringing him here.

[Another Greek continued]

She will not see him? After everything the king has done for her. He has made her home safe from werewolves. He was promised.

You can't demand metamorphosis from the ruler of the Ptolemy Hive!

[The music in the next room stopped. Finally the ill man spoke]

I want to hear it... from Matakara.

[His appearance was markedly different - darker hair and eyes, a natural looking skin tone despite looking ill, and what were clearly battle scars visible on his arms and legs - but the voice was familiar. It was Akeldama.

Without any conversation, a tall, statuesque, pale woman, dressed in what was clearly royal Egyptian attire, walked into the room. Following behind her was a young woman, dressed nicely]

Bastet, you embarrass me. Taking this matter upon yourself.

[The woman bared her teeth, showing of two sets of fangs. Clearly a threat to the other vampire. As the vampire known as Bastet gave her proper reverence in response, she walked over to the foreigners]

I have done your work. You said... you would. Whether you do... or not, I don't have long left.

[Matakara stood over him, considering him. His comrades seemed almost concerned, but even barely able to stand, he still was attempting a commanding air]

Then I suppose we have no time. We have nothing to lose for it.

[She made no move, but one of the servants brought in a chair, which she immediately took. Bastet moved to stand beside her as the Greeks brought the other man over. Once they reached her, Bastet practically snatched him away from them and helped position him so that he was supported and his neck was visible to Matakara. She started to lower her head but then she glanced up at the men still there]

I expect from you that no one will know how the King of Macedonia died.

[They seemed to agree and she turned back to the task at hand, opening her mouth and sinking both sets of fangs into the man's neck, blood trickling down as she started the process of trying to change him]

_{[ Holy. Shit.

Already it was astonishing to see a memory of so far back, so ancient. That alone was fascinating in and of itself. He wished he could have examined everything so much closer, but then the Greeks had come in. One, in particular, looking like a very sick, somewhat shabbier version of a man he knew.

That Akeldama had been someone of importance at one time, a king even, was not surprising. He had that sort of air about him, even if he might not be one anymore. But maybe one grew bored of such things after how many years? But that last word -

Macedonia. King of Macedonia.

Kirk's jaw hit the floor - his brain nearly short circuiting as the scene faded and he was back in the yellow room. King of Macedonia. An ancient Egypt that still glittered new. Alexander. Speaking with him. No one to know how he died. How he had risen. Where he was now. A king of legend.

Alexander. Akeldama. ]}

You... goddamn troll-! Are you serious right now?!

_{[ He knew you could hear him Akeldama, he knew it. ]}

[When the room faded back to the drawing room, the images from before were completely gone, but the "Akeldama" from the memory had been replaced by a modern version of Akeldama sitting in what was his chair back in his own house. That's where he always was when in this room]

So you know now.

[He'd temporarily dropped the British accent, for the moment, sounding more Greek]

Can you blame me really for not telling you?

_{[ Kirk opened his mouth, closed it again. He had known this man for
months and now he was being star struck? Get it together Kirk. But he was
ALEXANDER the Great. One of the greatest historical figures, and one of the
most brilliant military minds in Earth history. It was hard not to see a
few stars. His cheeks grew warm as he pouted at Akeldama. ]}

You let me yammer on about that day in the library. Very cute.

Of course I did. Most vampires with their names in a tome of historical value tend to not make it public. Can you imagine the line that would have been beating down my door for centuries if it was known who was I in life?

[As his frustration level goes down, he's slowly slipping back into his British accent, the hints of a Greek accent getting harder to hear]

_{[ He supposed he could. Perhaps. If anyone had a fascination with it
the way he did. But he could only imagine that, even if Akeldama had
written down all he knew, there would always be questions. And being
questioned for centuries did not sound like a fun time. Not at all. He
could definitely see why Akeldama would keep quiet, change his name, move
away. People change. In more obvious ways than others. But even so -
]}

Please tell me that at least most of what I said was, indeed, accurate?

[It was not the most polite thing to do, not acknowledging you were someone when it came up, but it had gotten easier over the years to separate himself from “Alexander”. They were still the same person, but he was no longer in that mind set to be a conqueror of lands. He had other ways of doing it now]

Yes, darling. Remarkably so. It is pleasant to know that I have not been forgotten so far into the future.

Akeldama | Parasol Protectorate

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