He's an odd one. That D. Wade. I tend to call him Dwade or Duffy. He doesn't seem to mind the former and only finds the latter acceptable in Ordo settings. I don't quite understand. However, he is fun.
I'm writing this after he assigned me a task and I did it. I recorded it somewhere else in my pile of notes. But he seemed upset at how I accomplished the task. To quote Him directly, "You Don't Fuck Tom. You Don't FUCK Tom Turkey. He Has Claws. He will Rip Your Junk Off." While this is humorous and a tad bit silly and I have mirrored it back at him a couple of times since, I think I see his point. I didn't learn from the task. I did it the way a kindred would do it.
It reminds me of the time earlier before the task. Of a time Duffy Challenged me.
Two Vampires walk into a bar, or more specifically a Daeva and a Mekhet. Or, more specifically two crazy nigh immortal psychopaths with nocturnal proclivities walk into a bar. However the Joke goes, there we were. It was some shit hole that was the closest to the elysia of the evening. However there were plenty of patrons. In a world as dark as ours,many turn to alcohol to help them dull their pain. I've seen it literally thousands of times. I've taken advantage of it many times as well. That night however, we were there for a game. Not to feed but to compete. To see who had the stronger force of personality. No powers, just charisma, moxie, and charm. To witness, Dr. Right was there as well, not to act as judge, because we didn't need one. But to observe. To lurk. He wasn't and isn't important. Duffy and I took our places, gave a curt nod to the other to signal the green light and then we began from opposite corners of the bar.
I went into it quickly, tricking a cute young thing near me to spill her drink on my shirt, smirking and flirting and convincing her to buy me one or two to make up for it. I wasn't paying attention to my competition because I knew I was going to win. In five minutes, I had the prettiest young things in a circle around me. I had chummed the waters and the little fish were gathering around the shark for protection.
That's when from my position of power that I saw the rest of them. Duffy was still in the corner, he had as many, not the kind that I tend to choose for food, but I know my target audience and apparently he knew his too. We were two bodies of gravity in that space. The rest of them orbited us. He consoled those in his orbit and I had the opposite approach, feeding off their emotions. We were opposite magnets and the iron filings gathered around us and drew magnetic lines between us. Forty-five minutes after we had begun, we were enjoying ourselves, our pawns, and the other's prowess. We realized we had to get back and we tallied our numbers. Surprisingly they were equal. I left with a stack of assorted cards and numbers. Duffy the same. He encouraged them to be more. I encouraged them to be hedonistic and enjoy themselves. I don't know which is better.
We wandered back to the gathering and he agreed to teach me so I could be better. He then gave me the task I previously mentioned and wrote about. He is an odd one. Many just view him as crazy. He is far more centered than others. I almost trust Duffy.
