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「❀サクラ❀」

　　　　Sakura nodded eagerly. “Okay, I can do that, and I don’t feel obligated at all, honestly.” She kept to herself the fact that she was eager to see him again. Something about his presence just drew her right in, and the kunoichi was a little embarrassed to admit that at all to herself. She hadn’t gotten a chance to really see him work, which was still a mystery to her, so maybe since sculpting took longer she wouldn’t space out this time.

　　　　“Next time, I’ll be all yours…” Oh, shit! “T-to work with!” Wait, how was that any better? Why was she being so dumb? God damn! Completely embarrassed by her slip, she turned a bright shade of red and looked away. “I should go now…”

He smiled, once again bowing his head slightly. “I’d be happy to have you to myself then. Though it almost sounded as though you were implying that you wished to do some more graphic modeling.” Not that he would object. But he wouldn’t force it either. “Still, I feel as though I should compensate you for your time; what do you believe is a fair value for your services?” 

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A soft chuckle escaped her RUBY lip, wow she had quite a tale to tell her boss a man skin pale as snow, eyes that could pierce the samurai’s cold soul but no of the less Tatsu had to get a job DONE and well the pale man was in her way. ‘ Well if you like my blade so much I don’t mind showing what my sword is CAPABLE of. Don’t get in my way stranger. ‘ 

“I am not in your way; I am merely guiding you down a path that doesn’t lead to your death. I’m not a warrior, but I don’t want to see you dead or worse for no reason.” Must he deal with someone like this? “Your sword won’t do much against the undead.” 

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“It depends entirely on if they blame you when it goes south.” 

“Is playing matchmaker that fun? I’d love to see some explosive reactions.”

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Once again he bowed and Temari couldn’t help but briefly wonder if he was right in the head. Then again most artists were eccentric right? Perhaps he was just a little off his rocker. She watched as he disappeared out of sight and then came back with a rather large amount of cash. Temari couldn’t help but feel her eyes widen. She hadn’t expected him to simply walk out with ten grand in each hand! She thought over his question, Twenties would probably be easier to spend but hundreds would be easier to hide in her home. 

“I suppose the hundreds?” Honestly she wasn’t sure what she had expected out of this job but this certainly wasn’t it.

“As you wish.” He offered her the second stack, as nonchalantly as anyone might offer nothing close to that number. Either he didn’t care about it or wasn’t really aware of what he was doing, and yet at the same time he was the one who named the figure. Perhaps that was the perk of having a gallery full of masterpieces. 

“Forgive me if it’s not enough for a model of your stature. I am willing to negotiate, if you desire more.” 

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bigsisterofthesand 

Temari didn’t really know how to react to his bow or to his words. He had a strange way of speaking. A strange way of acting. But she could ignore that for now. After all she was getting paid. She was however surprised that he wanted to paint her again and talked about sculpting her. She paused for a moment considering his offer. Well at the very least it would be an excellent source of income for the time being. And once she got the job she wanted she could always stop coming around.

She pulled out a small piece of paper and a pen from her pocket and scribbled down her phone number. “If you want to use me as a model you can but you don’t need to go overboard with flattery I would have accepted the job either way.”

Clearly she didn’t believe his compliments but she wasn’t going to fight him on it either. She had better things to be doing. She handed him the paper with her number on it. “Just text me when you want me to come by if I’m not busy I’ll come. I’d also like my payment now.”

Ever a woman of business.

He bowed his head again, before taking the offered phone number. He didn’t mind the question of payment, such things were trivial to a kindred of his age and standing. He was simply happy to make his art, and while he knew plenty of Toreador that might merely dominate their subjects, such things were beneath Jacob, at least in his mind. 

“Ah yes. One moment.” He walked out of sight for the briefest of moments, before returned to her with two stacks of cash, one somewhat larger than the other. “Ten grand, as agreed. Did you wish for it in hundreds or twenties?” He seemed utterly unphased by what he was saying, as though he just walked around with twenty grand in hand like that. Of course, he was happy to do so; a Kindred did not worry about being robbed personally. 

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fiercekunoichi 

「❀サクラ❀」

　　　　The thought of him working on a stone sculpture of her, studying the fine details of her body came unbidden into her mind, and it took every bit of willpower she had not to blush as she quickly banished it from her mind before it turned into something… else. She silently scolded herself for being so ridiculous. Practically already crushing on a man who had called her beautiful and wanted to paint and sculpt her out of stone when she’d hardly spent any time with him, or so it felt like anyway. Ridiculous indeed. She needed to clear her head and get a grip. “I suppose I could come back and let you know when I’m free. I work at the hospital and I have missions as a shinobi, so I don’t know right off hand when that will be.”

“Please, feel free to do so at your leisure. Simply call ahead so that I and my staff are aware of your coming. It would be wrong of me to impose upon you.” He smiled again, happy that his work had turned out well, and happy that she seemed interested in working with him again. Mortal lives were so short; it was always best to act when you had the chance. 

“Again, please do not feel obligated to oblige me again. This is merely if you wish to do so again. 

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The Art of Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Toreador Pt. 2

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The Toreador (clan of vampires) are some of the most beautiful and glamorous of the Kindred.

Famous (and infamous) as a clan of artists and innovators they are one of the bastions of the Camarilla, as their very survival depends on the facades of civility and grace on which the sect prides itself.

It is said that the Clan’s founder, Arikel was a mortal painter in the First City. Famed throughout the lands for her work, after her Embrace she painted a mural on which the past, present and future of Kindred society was depicted. When Caine saw a terrible future for his race, he cursed her with the affliction that affects Toreador today - the art that she loved most dearly would now be her obsession and distraction above all things.

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The Art of Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Toreador Pt. 1

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Toreador: Are the lives of three people worth me getting out of bed?

…they weren’t.

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"So, you wake up half-naked in a Denny's parking lot, covered in blood."

-Storyteller to me in a Vampire: the Masquerade game after my Toreador (who is not combat-oriented, mind you) suffered from Rötschreck (a frenzied state induced by fear) and subsequently ripped off a hunter’s head and threw it at his hunter buddies, and sprinted off into the night.

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Also, the Toreador section from the 20th anniversary VTM (with much thanks to dmmattsilva)

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The first time you come out of frenzy and realize you’re grunting and rubbing some unidentified but blood-rich organ against your stiffening nipples - then you can be embarrassed.

Clanbook Toreador

WTF White Wolf?

(via dk2891)

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Vampire The Masquerade Part 3

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How Daeva and Toreador think vampirism works

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clan aesthetic [1/13] : toreador

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which camarilla clan should you fight

brujah: what the fuck is wrong with you? why would you want to fight the brujah? they kick people out of the clan if they don’t own enough switchblades and motorcycles. this will not end well. if you HAVE to fight the brujah, your best bet is to get them so mad that they start making bad decisions, but even then you’re probably fucked. don’t fight the brujah.

gangrel: these guys are all exactly as angry as the brujah but can also go full on animalistic fury at you. also they can melt into the earth and summon animals and shit. if you get lucky, you can distract them with some beggin’ strips or something, but don’t risk it. don’t fight the gangrel.

ventrue: if there are no consequences for this fight, then go for it. most ventrue got embraced straight out of the boardroom and have never thrown down a day in their unlives. however, if this ventrue has contacts, you had better believe you’re going to be hurting more than they will by the time they’re done with you. probably worth it, though. there’s a lot of people who want to see them punched in the face. fight the ventrue.

malkavian: honestly, you’ve got about a 50/50 chance with these guys. either they will melt your brain so hard that it’ll leak out of your ears or they will have no idea what the hell is going on. even if they aren’t entirely lucid, there’s still the possibility that they’ll socratic-method you into torpor. do it if you have to, but fighting the malks is not a good plan.

tremere: the bright side: if you fight the tremere, nobody is going to stop you. nobody fucking likes these guys. the drawback: if you fight the tremere, you are fighting the tremere. these guys can fly? they can summon fire??? they can give the laws of physics the middle finger if they want. however, if you find a tremere neonate, feel free to stuff that nerd in a locker.

nosferatu: this is an entire clan full of assholes with a chip on their shoulder. they can talk to rats. they can sneak around unseen despite being six feet tall and smelling like raw sewage. they probably know everything about you already. don’t let the sewer thing fool you: this clan could kick your ass and mine with their creepy hands tied behind their backs. don’t fight the nosferatu.

toreador: please. PLEASE. please fight the toreador. i don’t care what generation they are. i don’t care how many of them know celerity. punch them in their snooty faces. distract them with glitter. fuckin do it. i will pay you to fight the toreador. there are no downsides to fighting the toreador. if you win, you have beaten up a toreador. if you lose, everyone will probably still buy you a drink for trying. do it. fight the toreador.