Re: Chapter 1 - Introductions Are a Plus
((Time to catch up, pardon the slight backtracking.))
As the other Kindred finally lowers his hood, Isabella lets out a noise that's half-startled, half-strangled, clearly not expecting that to be under the hood, her chair making a bit of a scraping sound against the floor as she reflexively tries to scoot back and closer to Raven than she already is. From that moment after, her eyes stay directed at the floor or the other Kindred, glancing no further up Rashar's body than his shoulders, at best.
The Sabbat did that to him? She has to resist the urge to shudder as Ronell pieces together what the other Kindred was saying.
Very slowly, she started to let her eyes creep further up, trying to make herself look at...Rashar? Hopefully that was what he meant. It's what it sounded like, anyway. The fact that he was getting angry with Luna didn't make things any easier, but he had a point. She was slamming him for the way he was talking when he had a reason for it. People didn't 'thee' and 'thou' unless they were in Shakespearean Criticism 201.
And then things fell apart faster than a house of cards with Eve adding to the badgering and Luna actually threatening the newcomer. It wasn't until Fletch's whistle cut through the room that things quieted for a second.
"Hey, is everybody gonna lay off that guy? 's not his fault he looks the way he does."
Point taken. Consider her own self humbled. Now the question was whether to speak up or not. Oh, hell. She was probably going to regret this.
"Fletch is right. I'm not trying to be a saint here, but maybe if Rashar were asked to put his hood back up and not threatened for the way he talks," yeah, okay, so she couldn't help glaring at Luna for that one, "there wouldn't be this shouting match going on. You said you can't help it," she was staring at Rashar's chest again. "We've been doing all right figuring out what you've been saying. You don't have to write it down unless we really don't get it. The hood...would be nice." She glances up and her gaze quickly flicks back down. There's a pause for a good second or so before she thinks to add on, "Please."