[The scene was beautiful. Revar in their finest, all the vampires dressed to impress, those who came with a maker seemingly ready for a new world, and the bumpkins who look.. like they have never worn a silk in their life. And probably haven't but in all fairness, until last season he hadn't either. Yet now he wears such finery like he was born for the role, like he's never worn anything else.

Like he belongs.

You would think with a similar background that would give him more empathy for them, but no, Kirk just looks for anyone that gives off wayward puppy vibes. Someone he can snatch up in his plans. He needs a loyal crew one day if he was going to make his mark, was going to get a seat on the counsel.

For good or evil.. only he knew.

Regardless, his blue eyes land on someone who's maker has stepped away and he approaches with a smile.]

First drink is always the most unsettling.

"Dammit!"

Pumpkin vines everywhere! It was irritating, it took all morning to cut them away from his room, but now he was outside it trying to slash at the vines with a dagger to keep them from growing right back into it once more. It was taking way too much effort for something so simple.

Of course, some Silver just had to go fucking around.

So instead, of gracefully chopping away at the damned plants, the vine grows so fast that the next thing he knows his ankles have gotten entangled in the process. Trying to take a step forward results in Kirk stumbling and falling straight into another person in the hallway. Luckily, courses in Red have taught him enough weapon safety that he knows to keep his blade from stabbing the other.

"Hey, hi, thanks for catching me," he gives them a charming smile.

[Who was reading in a tree? At this point the original vampire is long wandered off without a care. So, better question now is who has the book now? Why Kirk is off course. He might look like a slack off most days, but he found this book about potion making sitting on a thick, sturdy branch and really, he might as well get a leg up. Both literally and literarily.

So if you're looking for this book? Well, look up, because that's where you will find him lounging while reading it without a care to his name.]