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Tonight, Hunter is sitting on a bar stool in one of the Forum's bars in the commercial district, nursing his third beer of the evening.

The tattooed-covered young man is wearing a light gray tuxedo, so either he has been (or is going) to a semi-formal event. There are no clues to what kind of event that might be.

Right now, Hunter is stoic and quiet, as he finishes the beer. Looking around the bar, he spots a pool table. And, after ordering another beer, Hunter heads over to stake his claim at the table. He finds a place to hang up his coat, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal the tattoos that cover his arms.

Then he starts playing pool by himself. It really seems like the solo game is meant to be a distraction, doesn't it?

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"Hmm. Challenging, challenging," he murmurs, lining up a shot. "Have you found any?" As an afterthought, he adds, "eight ball, center pocket."

It's a good thing he stopped using his cane.

"A few leads. But nothing that feels right yet."

Hunter takes a moment to express his emotions. "I think it is one of those pieces where I just really want him to like it. And I feel nervous."

"Perhaps," he suggests, "if you cannot find a noble example of a vampire, you should create one. What would be heroic, that only a vampire could do?"

"One could use their abilities to save a life." There is something in Hunter's tone that is a little too soft. A little too personal.

"Indeed. Is that not a scene worthy of the canvas?"

He sets aside his cue for a moment, taking up his cane/wand and rapping it once on the table, summoning all the balls out to rack up again. That done, he glances to Hunter to see if he'd like another round.

"I am just trying to figure out how to make it look less... I am drinking your blood for selfish reasons, and more I am using my abilities to help you."

Hunter nods at the silent question.

[By the way, Hunter will send over three canvas for safe keeping after this conversation. And Here they are]

((Oh, lovely. They'll be well-looked-after, and soundly appreciated.))

"Perhaps," Schön suggests, gesturing to invite Hunter to break, "you might borrow some iconography from an established genre? The imagery of saints performing their miracles, perhaps."

"That is a good idea." Hunter makes a good break again, scattering the balls across the table. This time, he sinks a solid ball to extend his turn.

"Maybe some holy light? But not too bright..."

"That's a thought," Schön encourages, adding, "oh, well struck."

"Moonlight would be good." Hunter muses, lining up another shot. It gets a nice spin, but he doesn't sink another ball.

"Mm. Stark silver and deep shadows, very much the classical trappings of the vampire. The high contrast could suit your style well."

"Well there we go, that sounds like a great way to get a good start at it."

"I'm pleased I could be of some small help." He genuinely is--acting as a muse to artists is meat and drink to his kind.

"For this one, I might call on your help and advice a little more than usual."

"You know how to reach me," Schön replies, ever encouraging on such matters. "What might you need, do you think?"

"My emotional connection to the moment might get the better of me. Hazards of being an artist," Hunter chuckles. "I don't want it to speak too... much."

"Hazards, indeed," Schön murmurs. "How much is too much?"

"I don't know how to express it... but I don't want him to look upon this painting and always see..." Hunter frowns for the right word. "A romantic gesture."

"Mm. I see the peril," he concedes. "Do I take it he doesn't quite share your feelings at present?"

"It is difficult to truly know for certain." And right now, Hunter is a little nervous about putting his heart out there again.

"Ah. We tread the wide, trackless plain of 'it's complicated,' then."

"Never a fun path to tread, but it is a very accurate description." Hunter chuckles softly.

"I value his friendship, and don't want to ruin anything."

"Have you spoken with him about it?" Schön glances to the table; is it still Hunter's turn, or has his friend been waiting on him to take a shot?

It is Schön's turn, since Hunter had missed his last shot.

"We have spoken. All that fun awkwardness. That is why I know his concerns."

"Ah. A good time to let the matter rest awhile, then," he muses, taking a shot and sinking it. "As difficult as waiting can be. Do you think he has inclinations in your direction?" A second shot is less successful, and Schön straightens up to relinquish the table to Hunter.