Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines: R.I.P.

Michael smirked grimly and chuckled. "Seems so. But you seem a tad gloomy. Are you just a masterful actor, or are is there a tale behind that exclamation of yours? ...If you don't mind me asking, of course."

"Maybe it is a little of both." She winked, "There is no fun in a mystery if the solution is handed to you on a platter."

He smiled. "I'm a Tzimisce, I know that well. That probably brings a question or two to your mind, though... like am I a Sabbat, or why am I not horendously twisted like most of the others of my clan make themselves. Well, the answers to those would be no, and just not where anyone can see... ah, I'm rambeling again, aren't I? My mindset would sometimes be more suitable for a Malkavian."

Bella laughed, "Your giving me the answer to my mystery!"

He smirked. "Well, if it was thought that I was a Sabbat, like most of my clan, I'd surely be killed so I had to make it clear that I wasn't, and I never really revealed anything significant about my Vicissitude abiliy...."

Jason flew through the room, scaring more of the vampires. he took to perch on bella's shoulder. now this would scare people more.

Bella chuckled, "You never know what details might be significant. That's why you keep all to yourself." Bella looked up at the raven, "Hello, Jason." She smirked, "Here to foretell my impending doom?"

"Yes, well, what information have I given you that could be a disadvantage to me?" He asked, looking over the raven perched on Bella's shoulder.

Bella winked, "That would be giving you the answer, now wouldn't it?"

He smirked again and crossed his arms. "And you're sure you're not some kind of philosopher or scholar?" He asked.

Bella laughed, "Positive."

He sighed a bit. "Then my minds at a loss."

Bella smiled, "Do you need a hint?"

He smiled back. "It would sure help."

Jason pecked lightly at bella's ear. "hey how did you know who i was?" he cawed rather annoyed that she knew it was him so easily. then again he was one of the few 'tame" gangrels.

Bella pulled down the neck of her dress just far enough to show him a white scar on the hollow of her neck that spread like a white parasite under her skin, "That's all you get." She smiled, knowing she had probably created more questions than she had answered. Bella laughed at the raven, "No one else would get so much enjoyment out of scaring vampire society's upper class citizens."

Michael put his hand on his chin and looked like he was thinking. "You're obviously a Toreador... you're a Cammy... you bear a white scar on your neck... you name is... Oh, I don't think I've caught your name. I am Michael."

Bella bowed her head, "Nice to meet you, Michael. I'm Isabella."

He nodded a little bit. "Do you have a last name that might help me?"

"Two, actually." She smiled, "When I was human, it was Strauss. Now, I use De Lune."

Michael tapped his chin once and thought. "Strauss... that rings a bell.... Since I seriously doubt your related to the Tremere Elder that goes by that name, I take it you are the Isabella Strauss that was killed quite a few decades ago by her father? I really never delved into the subject, but my sire did. She said she knew the family, or something along those lines."

Bella nodded, "That is me. Though I have to ask, who was your sire?" her tone was curious. He had said 'she', was he talking about Dianne?

"Her name is Dianne Ward, and she's a rather well-known Tzimisce 'artist' in the Sabbat. She really fancies herself a Toreador, and only uses Vicissitude to make herself more beautiful. She's quite good at it too if I may say so." ((Hope you weren't intending Dianne to be Bella's sire.))

the raven pecked at her ear again. 'wel you could have at least let me scare your new friend before you gave me away" he said flappign his wings in a way that showed he was annoyed.

Michael laughed a bit. "Raven, if you had any idea of what we Tzimisce do, you would know that a raven couldn't scare me. Have you ever heardthe term Vozhd before?" He asked