Her First Day (Private)

[Marista D'Sanguinatus]

(This thread takes place in the past.)

Today was Marista's first day, she was excited. She had met the man she would work for at Brightblood Industries, and was excited to start working. She had been told how to get to him, in a way that wouldn't get her lost. So she arrived half an hour after the sun set. Knocking on the door she waits, playing with her brown hair. Her blue eyes looking around, for being in a sewer it wasn't a bad place, she stayed clean getting to it which was always a plus in her opinion. "Sir Vance?"

[Völund "Vance" Tegner]

The door slowly cracked ajar. Its lock had been needing repairs for quite some time--and slight force against it would cause it to open. Normally one of the ghouls would have been at the door the instant someone arrived but they were out on nightly errands, fetching medical supplies for the Nosferatu's next big experiments.

"Fan värdelös dörr...", he grumbled as his bare feet moved about the dusty wooden floor covering. The smell of the sewers accompanied him and saturated the entire shack. He went to close the door when he caught a glimpse of a petite young woman. "Remind me, who are you and what business do you have here?" he asked coldly in an accent that could only be described as Swedish. Toxic green eyes inspected her disinterestedly as he awaited her reply. The man wasn't hiding the fact that he was like some terrifying Freddy Kruger, lesions leaking pus and copious amounts of his face seemed badly burned. His form was gaunt even under his button up white collared shirt and black dress pants.



1)"Damn worthless door"

[Marista D'Sanguinatus]

Marista bows her head and smiles, "I am Marista D'Sanguinatus, I have come to be your assistant Mr. Tegner." She says with another polite smile. She smiles, her smile was very pleasant to most people. "Unless... you don't need an assistant anymore Sir?" She asks. She keeps her blue eyes on his not even at all disturbed by the way he looked.

[Völund "Vance" Tegner]

He looked her up and down briefly and turned away from the door to allow her inside, speaking as he did so,"Well now that you've opened the door, may as well come in". The scientist was heading back to the lab wing located not too far from the primary enterance into this place. His teeth were sharp and crooked, almost like they were too big to fit in his mouth, a fang here or there poking out at an odd angle.

Vance got to his desk where notes had been scattered about, page after page written in Swedish. He continued mumbling to himself about some sort of mixture formula, jotting something down and then crossing out other parts of his work. Beakers and vials filled with unknown substances sat around the room, one of which had been cooking slowly over an open flame. Blood vials were on a rotator to prevent them from clotting each with a label from what the sample had been taken from.

[Marista D'Sanguinatus]

Marista nods and follows him, she looks around the lab and smiles. She liked it. She stands making sure she was out of his way, she had on a bag that sat at her hip, and held a notebook, address/date book, a pen, and a pencil. Marista didn't say anything she closes her eyes and stretches before staying perfectly still. She didn't want to be in the doctors way, but she was ready for any orders that he may have for her.

[Völund "Vance" Tegner]

"...Spent two hours at 24 degrees Celsius to come up empty. Batch 72 is inconclusive...findings are thin" he mumbled to himself as he moved over to a microscope examining something there. Vance grunted at it but recorded it anyhow on the log he had going. "Find me the Werthur's book in that shelf over there. Fifth edition" he ordered without hesitation as he seemed to be comparing his current notes with past ones.

[Marista D'Sanguinatus]

She walks over to the shelf and searches, finding the book rather quickly, she surprised herself with it. "Here you are Sir." She says holding the book though she was ready to open it to a certain page if that was what he wanted. She smiles at him.

[Völund "Vance" Tegner]

Vance held her gaze for a moment, though it went hastily from curiosity to a hard judgmental expression."Who referred you again?" he asked gruffly as he mindlessly took the thick research book from her hand, acting like she had done something wrong.

Setting it down he turned it open to the page he wanted, using one of his inch long fingernails to skim read across the faded papers. Notes had been added throughout the paragraphs, little sticky notes periodically pointing out highly important points. The primogen's face became serious as he hovered over a part of the page he was inspecting, jotting down potential identifications of the object he had recorded. He leaned back tiredly in his chair and let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing at his temples. The man's face felt like it was on fire after he had gone through with that action; thus, he flinched some uncomfortably and stood up to start towards the door. As one of the deformed Kindred he suffered from various burns on two fourths of his body if not more. Constant pain was a thing for him, though every now and then all it took was a shove or a hit on the afflicted area and the injuries were felt like they were brand new again.

It was once he was in the short hallway, having tiredly beckoned Marista with his hand to follow him, that it became worse; Vance had however began to give her a tour of the place although it was obvious he was trying to hide his pain.

[Marista D'Sanguinatus]

Marista smiles and tilts her head, "I was sent here by Dametrius." She replies following him closely. She realized what he was doing even if he didn't say anything, and she could see his pain and it made her so badly want to help him, but she knew that some people considered it rude. She bites her lip, Marista was in every way a good person. "Is there anything I can get you Mr. Tegner?" She asks, there was worry in her voice that she couldn't mask no matter how hard she tried.

[Völund "Vance" Tegner]

Vance gave a knowing nod at the mentioning of his boss' name. "Right..." he stated as though bored with the woman. The well-dressed male continued on into his tour,"This is the meeting room. I doubt you'd be called to one but you might see other Nosferatu in here periodically. To your left is our surgery room. Even vampiric blood can heal only so much. It's mostly for the ghouls but every now and then our own muscle needs medical attention". The Nosferatu kept moving but had slowed considerably."Hmm?" he inquired turning to look tiredly over his shoulder at Marista. He was observant enough that he noted her interest in his affliction and was reluctant to accept help with it.

[Marista D'Sanguinatus]

Marista looks down at her hands, "I am here as an assistant is there anything I can assist you with?"

[Völund "Vance" Tegner]

"I'm not deaf". Vance had heard Marista the first time around but failed to acknowledge the woman. He frowned displeased with the other kindred and then focused more onto himself; burning aches had reached the point where the Nosferatu had to pause against the hallway wall. The male groaned from having lost his track of thought in the fits of his pain, his back complaining about even the slightest pressure being put on it via the wall. "No...there's nothing", he lied as he turned his brilliantly green eyes away from the Malkavian trying his hardest to resume the tour...that is if his body and feet would go in the direction he wanted them to.

[Marista D'Sanguinatus]

Marista kicks the floor and bites her tongue hoping she wouldn't insult him more. She was really worried and she could only obey orders for so long before she walks over to him, "I know that healing a Nosferatu only does so much, but I can relieve the pain if you'll let me."

[Völund "Vance" Tegner]

He held his breath for a few seconds, trying to shove the idea of pain away. The look on his face softened from scrutiny to something far less hostile, "...You're dismissed, Ms. D'Sanguinatus. There will be more work for you tomorrow". He struggled with even talking as the side of his face felt like it was being ripped apart; Vance's gaze was focused on the floor like he was ashamed of looking at Marista.

[Marista D'Sanguinatus]

Marista felt nothing like fear or disgust simply worry. She moves closer to him, "Please Mr. Tegner. I beg of you... let me help you." She bites her lip reaching out trying to heal the male.