favoritetraitor | 24th Devotion: Quelling Rumors

[Video; Action for anyone at his home]

[Solomon frowns, staring at the monitor in disgust at

I suppose this is someone's idea of a joke. Is that supposed to be me?

[He types a few commands into the keyboard, but the image plastered on the screen and transmitted over the network refuses to be erased.]

Honestly. How dumb do you think people are? This photograph has clearly been doctored to make it look like... well. Preposterous, to think of Hagi and myself being in such a situation.

[Calling over his shoulder, he speaks to someone who is off-screen.]

Hagi... have you seen this? There's a picture of you on the network, although what you were doing (or with whom), I don't even want to conjecture. Do you have anything you want to say about it?

[He sits back, crossing his arms deeply in thought.]

Either someone has it in for one of us (seeking to discredit us or cause us embarrassment), or this is something more wide scale. A curse perhaps. Although I don't see how something physical of this nature could be called a curse rather than some sick fabrication.

[ooc: Solomon once again finds himself the victim of a curse. This time it's 'TABLOID TRASH'. Feel free to show no mercy when it comes to this, as just last week he was suffering a 48 hour curse that could make this photo VERY plausible!]

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I only care in that this rumor happens to be false.

A picture is worth a thousand words.

... even if they are lies. I think someone is attempting to tarnish my name.

Or you're cursed.

Does that also explain the scent that was coming from your apartment around a week ago?

... scent?

Of blood.

Oh. That...

Well, I had company you see...

Pleasant company I hope.

... yes.

Delightful company.

How wonderful.

A bloody good time then.

Hm, yes. Quite.

Although clean up has proven to be a bit more difficult. I'm going to have to replace the carpets in most of the rooms.

Quite a date.

Unintentional... I was under the influences of a curse. I'd never have... but what's done is done. And... it was... rather special.

Special in a good way apparently.

... it's complicated.

That's how it usually is.

How true that is... and how have you been, Lestat? It's been awhile since we spoke. Although, I'm pleased that you missed running into me last weekend.

I have been quite well. Gren and I are making plans to build a house over at the beach.

Oh is that so? How wonderful...! When is the big move?

After the house is built.

Ah, I see. So no definite date as of yet. Well, please do keep me informed.

Lestat... I... have a question for you, my friend.

Ask away.

I believe that my organization has come to the attention of the 'deities'. Our work has been coming under attack by means of self sabotage. Now, for most of the members, this isn't a concern... but recently, I was afflicted and nearly undid my own work. This concerns me greatly.

I'm contemplating finding someone to interfere when I'm a danger to myself. But it would take someone of great abilities to stop me when I'm determined...

That's what made me think of you. I don't even know if you'd be interested in such odd jobs... but I thought I'd ask anyway to see what you thought.

I would pay well based on how much trouble I'd be...

I'd get paid to manipulate you?

[Solomon's voice drifts through the network. He sounds amused...]

Yes, I suppose that is an accurate assessment. If you're capable of it... we'd have to do a test of your abilities to see if you can affect me in such a way. Otherwise, it would have to be some sort of physical submission that would have to be imposed upon me until I regained my senses.