First: was it just me at 2 A.M., or did Worlok have a story up that went missing?
Pisha: nice! And here's one instance where slow, slow description works extremely well, and helps describe the character - a slow, but careful thinker, and someone who has to pay attention to himself a lot of the time, or his nature gets the best of him.
I also like very much how you handled the bloodlust stirring. Boredom is a very correct and common emotion when dealing with long-term issues, but not many people recognize it in writing.
And I second Lady Moreta on the first paragraph thing. Well done.
Lady Moreta: Thank you. :) I'll be writing about Bashira soon again, since we had a game recently. And our DM's good - he actually got through her nonchalantness for once. And taught us all a lesson on the fact that "kick in the door" doesn't always work out well in city adventure... Having to go clean up wraiths that got created as the result of a joke that was meant to be harmless was a real kick in the face. :)
As for thinking on your feet - I'm not a genius at this either, really. My players usually get the drop on me when I'm DM-ing, and when playing I often miss moments of golden opportunity. I guess that's one of the reasons I like writing, too. :) The upside is - the more you write, the more reactions you actually have to think of, the more your own repertoire widens!
I'll re-read the succubus thing, because I actually thought that in that case it was a feature, not a bug. She was confused, nearly charmed, restless, and all. But I'll re-read tonight.
As for the cheeky grin - yeah, you're absolutely right. :) I kind of forgot about that one, sorry.
Now, as for "Growing pains" - great! Seriously, I like it, and I like it a lot. Some exposition pieces do work out better from an outsider's head, and this one is it. You get the motherly tone across well, without her being smothering.
As for my own - well, let there be a WoD piece. then. The characters are both Kiasyd, Sire and Childe (vampire and vampire progeny), and, as such, have a slight problem with fitting into human society because of their unusual looks (they all look pretty much like that: http://th01.deviantart.com/fs9/300W/..._by_wycked.jpg). So they deal.
Of Basic Necessities in the 21st Century
The reason to get a "Face-painting" skill on you character sheet
The face looking out from the mirror at me - unblinking gaze, frown - can't be mistaken for human. Even if the gauntness is explained away by diet - though that would have to be a killer way to lose weight, - you don't get that luminescent white with any kind of cosmetics, and there are no black contact lenses that conceal the whites of the eye. And there are no age marks - not even one line.
I sigh miserably. There *has* to be another way of doing this. Like staying out of the spotlight, maybe. Or not interacting with humans outside of dark alleys and the Internet. Until I learn to conceal my nature.
"Come now." Roderick speaks up softly from his armchair in the corner. "Concealing one's true nature is not that hard. Remember: people like to be fooled, and sometimes it is for the best that they see not a lie, but an illusion."
"Easy for you to say!" I turn to my Sire only to find that ironic smile on his face. "You've a different method!"
"You know," He says thoughtfully, "I think I've figured out the reason you are in such a stupor relative to Obfuscate."
"Oh?" I am hopeful. Even though Obfuscate does not run naturally through our veins, it is a Discipline most Kiasyd know well, at least to its third manifestation. And it is one of the first Displines my Sire attempted to teach me. However, there was something distinctly wrong with me and this Discipline. Even though I could feel the power rushing through my veins when Roderick showed me, no matter how much I tried, I could not summon it myself. All of my occult training in life - which helped me so much with the other Disciplines - seemed to disappear when I dealt with this peculiar art.
"You are supposed to learn that which any civilized person knows. Your polite nature protests against your conscious choices." He suggests coolly.
"This is the twenty-first century, not the sixteenth." I retort. "Civilization is no longer measured by the ability to paint faces!"
"No, but like in the old days, your ability to survive is."
Of course, Roderick is absolutely right, and I am merely stalling. I look down at the bottles and little boxes that crowd with hostility before the mirror. Then I reach and pick up the smallest brush out of the five that are laid out before me. Then I turn back to the older Kiasyd again. "How much time do we have?"
I shake my head. "I'm not sure I'll be able to produce anything convincing in two hours."
"Still, you are not one to pass up the opportunity to learn, are you?"
"Of course not, Sire." I answer with the utmost seriousness. "However, I am afraid that you shall learn more than I."
"Of the boundaries of human and inhuman ineptitude and their true reach."
He waves a hand dismissively. "I have known since I was mortal that there are no such boundaries. Go on."
My fate dependent on my cosmetics. I never thought I'd sink this low.
An hour and a half later, Roderick - who had been reading some sort of fiction - looks up and says, "Looks like you really did not pick up any skill in this while you were alive, Morgana. You were a historian of art. How did you manage?"
"By the power of my wit alone." I grumble, erasing the tonal cream from my skin for the tenth time. My face looks like it was used as a palette. In essence, it was, but that's not the result I was aiming for. "I was a scholar, not an artist."
My Sire sighs and puts his book away. "This one time, I shall rescue you. But for the sake of our security, you shall spend each night at this under my guidance, until you learn."
"The horror." I say tiredly. "It may have gone easier if you had given me a few pointers before setting me to this vile task."
"Possibly, but it wouldn't have been half so interesting." He replies, as he sits down next to me. "Now, please relax. We don't have much time and I haven't practiced in about a hundred years."