[ I like how it uses the Statue of Liberty. Makes it feel like a museum that's really set in the CV world and strengthens the CV canon at the same time. ]
✠The Oluf Von Høst Museum✠
@la_espada said:
The fancy symbols in the title always gives you away lol.
Anyway this is bad as fck
Moderate lighting tailored for the somber orange hue of the Merovingian's amber stoked fireplace aided in the rooms tranquil refinement. Puccini - O Mio Babbino Caro harmonic divinity bled into the atmosphere that had carefully been constructed with unimpaired precision. Every piece of furniture, every portrait, every piece of table top garnish had been meticulously aligned as to portray an artistic symmetry that only the well trained, and sophisticated eye, could truly admire. Lost in and amongst the flickering ballet of fire and shadows, the room's well reserved author sat peacefully with a glass of Yalumba Shiraz. On the red aged Victorian table next to him rested a small silver tray of exotic and full flavored cheeses, as well as the days newspaper. Its aggrandized headline had un-apologetically displayed the latest, and perhaps most violent, attack on the American White House. It was a story in which Alister had been following carefully. Captivating in its forward elucidation of man, or mutant's, propensity for self-preservation, power, and forced natural selection. The strong survive, the weak die. Basic, fundamental, and yet it beheld an aura of conducive rumination that played along the same principle lines that constituted the perception of great art, or even high crafted theater.
"Dee Wold is a stage and we are but its actahs."
A gentle sway of his glass opened up the invigorated aroma of clove and subtle notes of bell and black peppers, allowing the tantalizing scent the privilege of having been methodically sampled by a palette as refined as his own. In the background the faintest hint of muffled terror began to distress the careful manifestation of cultural architecture causing the Merovingian to slowly curl his head back with no other deviation in posture or emotional expression. "My dear I am afaid I most insist that you remain cam. You'll triggah da body's natural instincts of fight or flight, and begin to panic. Fear is not conducive. It has a rather...acidic taste."turning his attention back towards the fire with closed eyes. "In atter wods, you'll spoil da meat."
@alister_vonce: The centuries old lich stood before the magnificent edifice known as the Von Host Museum. Clad in his preferred Victorian-inspired suit and illusionary vitality, Gregory Rėza stepped into the entrance of the arcane exhibit, sword cane tapping in cadence with his polished shoes. Blue eyes surveyed the majesty of the layout surrounding him. Such a display of culture, such a collection of ancient knowledge was almost enough to bring a spark of emotion to his long dead heart. A trace of a small smile did manage to spread across his features as he felt the bloodied history of his second favourite immortals, the vampires. Such powerful specimens had always intrigued the lich, his interest leading him to the creation and manipulation of his own species of sanguines.
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