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| Vale | Mar 31 2009, 11:31 PM |
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It'd been too long since Vale had had such a purely business type conversation with Masaru - although saying that she'd been falling behind in the happenings of the Ossuary would be completely false, it was far easier to pick fact from rumor when she heard it all from the newly appointed head of council's mouth, directly. There were a few little tidbits of news that'd been of interest to her - Gerard's rise to council being one of them, as well as the newest vampire to also take a seat, somebody going by the name of Adrian. She'd made a note to go and take a look at this new arrival to council during their conversation, but as it seemed there was no need for introductions all by herself - the general direction she and Masaru happened to have been walking in had already been taking them directly toward the Heretic's wing inside the Ossuary. 'I honestly don't understand how you can say that... it isn't even a question; of course the negatives outweigh the positives. Not to even mention the ethical issues with the whole situation. We aren't dogs, and a human that happened to have climbed her way up on some mighty pedestal has no real authority to try and treat us as such.' The halt in their walk was not at all sudden; at least not to Vale. She'd spotted the bloodstained floor some seconds ago, and had begun to slow in her stride, before eventually coming to a stop altogether. It wasn't the defiled vampire hanging from the door that'd caught her attention, however. It was the man who was standing before her. She couldn't move - it wasn't a question of whether or not she wanted to, she quite literally couldn't move. The rage was slowly building in her, filling her steadily before it would eventually reach the point of eruption. He'd turned around by now, flashing her that sickeningly polite, knowing grin that she hadn't seen in hundreds of years. Nor had she expected to, really, ever again - not since the night that he'd left her. "Ah, Rosalie.. now there's a face that I never expected to see again. I see you're doing well?" Vale didn't have time to even think about her actions before she was moving. Nothing but pure, unbelievable fury was going through her mind. Even if she had the chance to rip him apart, limb from limb with her own two hands that wouldn't be enough to calm her - maybe if she got to do it another fifty times after... At top speed, she was moving, tearing away from Masaru's grasp and running to him. She didn't even know what she expected to do. Punch him? Not a chance. He'd catch her fist far too quickly. Apparently she'd wanted to... tackle him, or something of the sort, not that it worked. No matter her decision of action it was to no avail, the vampire merely sidestepping her efforts and practically plucking her right out of the air, into his arms. He spun her round in a circle as if they were in a ballroom dance, dipping her down to the ground in the same fashion. "I take it you are the Sorrow Eater." Not even so much as paying attention to her just yet (other then the fact that he was holding her far too tightly - she couldn't move), Ettore stared at Masaru instead. "It is a pleasure to make your aquaintence. I would bow, but I would hate to drop young Rosalie here into the blood. I am sure you understand." Turning his attentions to her only when he deemed her necessary of such - the bastard, still thinking he could treat her like she was his property - he narrowed his gaze only slightly in.. was that a trace of disgust, that she saw? Disdain? Something along those lines. Whatever it was, it made her struggle all the harder to get out of his grasp. "Let me down, now." "You used to be so well trained, Rose; cute, despite being a bit of a doormat. Such a terrible shame that you went and spoiled yourself." Words hushed so that only she could hear, he didn't yet release her, instead forcing her back upright before pushing her off in Masaru's direction. The movement was very fluid; not even the finest strand of hair could look out of place, no matter what he did. Pierre had always been that type, always having to look perfect and clean. Oh, how she'd love to ruin that pretty face of his. And she would. The moment she was back in control of herself, and her arms were no longer constrained by his hold, she was moving again, trying to reach for him once more. All the while being ignored by 'Pierre', who had now bowed to Masaru respectively. As if she weren't even there. A hand landed upon her shoulder, and it took her a moment to realise it was Masaru's. She forced herself to be calm.. or at least to think a little more rationally then 'kill kill kill'. "Cut the bullshit, Pierre, why are you here?" |
 It's pronounced 'valley'. UNTAGGED | |
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| First Impressions are Always Important · The Bollwerk | |
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