Who: Slayer, Potemkin
What: Even vampires have occasions to break out the good stuff. Or in this case some dude's neck.
When: Post GG:XX
Where: Villa Vampir
It was somewhere between an official order and a casual request, the idea of a visit to Gabriel's only rival being dropped during one training session. Potemkin would brave travel into the netherworld, on the word of his master, who he had complete faith to only instruct him in the ways best for his mind, spirit and body. With that faith carried with him, he was prepared for anything and felt fear for nothing.
It had completely slipped his mind that a tea party could be one of the ways to train his skills against adversity.
He's not dressed for it to say the least. Had he known he probably would have at least tried to put on a shirt. But his demeanor at the table is spotless, having taken off the metal gauntlets to leave all weapons at the door and sitting straight in his seat, shoulders apart.
He waits, knowing not to speak before the host.
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