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Good news, everyone! It's adore Hesha Ruhadze hours. 🌠

Now featuring Intense Homoerotic Eye Contact, language games with elders, murder-flirting, and succumbing to Presence so hard you gotta take breaks mid-staking attempt to simp.

All screenshots from Beckett's Jyhad Diary's "Death Has Many Faces" chapter. The tl;dr is the Necromancers stage a "family meeting." Nominally to hash out issues, but actually to kidnap Isabel Giovanni. Beckett is encouraged to be as annoying as possible, as a treat.

Image IDs under the cut:

[[Image ID 1, a snippet from Beckett's diary, in his own hand,

Hesha and I held an energized conversation in my hotel room. By its end, I wasn't sure if he wanted to kiss me or kill me.]]

[[Image ID 2, a snippet from Beckett's diary,

A male in an elaborate sun mask awaited my appearance. He introduced himself if Farsi as Khurshid of the Lazarenes. We cycled through a few dialects and languages, partly to test one another, partly to have something to talk about other than the eerie silence. As a sidenote, I often play language games with elders to put them at ease. It's a fun pasttime.]]

[[Image ID 3, a transcript of the arranged "family meeting" of necromancy clan representatives. An additional note from Okulos has been taped in,

Khurshid: It implies rank within my line, though I confess that being among you, it is superfluous. I shall remove it.

Beckett: Ugh.

Hesha: Beckett... Khurshid, please accept my Clan's apologies for the archeologist's behavior. It is NOT appropriate.

Beckett: Did you just kick me beneath the table? Or is Isabel jousting with my inner thigh?

Isabel: How do you get anything from your interviews, Animal? How do your guests tolerate you?

Beckett: I suspect my habits are infinitely more acceptable than what you reputedly bring to a dinner party, my dear.

Note from Okulos: Seconded. You're an oaf --O]]

[[Image 4, transcript continued,

Angelique: I am holding back from ripping the Venetian's head from her shoulders. I am maintaining the peace.

Beckett: Isabel likes that kind of thing. Argh!

Hesha: Last warning.

Isabel: I swear to Dispater I will skin you, Animal. You have no place here.

Beckett: Apologies. I know there is much to argue and recriminate over in this room, and I feel it important to focus on other things.]]

[Image 5, transcript continued,

Isabel: Can we all agree to not attack one another?

Khurshid: No.

Isabel: Pardon?

Khurshid: The Gangrel voted against Cappadocian admission to the forming Camarilla. Their vote was integral to the Clan of Death's survival.

Beckett: On behalf of my Clan--

Hesha: You do not have any authority to speak for the Clan of Beasts. Do you want it to get back to the Inner Circle that you're apologizing for the Convention of Thorns?

Beckett: Possibly not.

[RECORDING ENDS]]

[[Image 6, bullet point from Beckett's diary,

- Hesha passively takes in every word. I know that look. He's studying every party at the table like a snake waiting to strike, if you excuse the weak poetry of that statement.]]

[[Image 7, final snippet from Beckett's diary,

No sooner were we in Alexandria's library--my present location--than we all oddly began to compliment Hesha for his grace in escaping unharmed. He reinforced the effect with an hypnotic stare at Isabel, at which point I felt compelled to jam a chair leg through her heart.

It took multiple attempts. Hesha's ambient brilliance distracted me, for whatever reason. Thankfully, Khurshid and Josette assisted in snaring Isabel as she attempted to flee, despite her breaking Josette's ribs with a powerful blow.

Hesha stuffed Isabel into a large suitcase and informed us she was on a one-way trip to Cairo's Dream Court. This is where she wanted to go, but I assume not in such an economical mode of transportation.]]