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| Adrian | Mar 19 2009, 03:10 PM Post #1 |
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A soft whimper floated through the room, just barley audible over the sounds of the piano. Adrian simply glanced over one shoulder, long fingers never pausing as they moved across the ivory keys. The entry chamber to the Bollwerk had been stripped bare, leaving it nothing more than a colorless expanse of gray. It only served to make the red spread across the floor even more pronounced, especially given the pallor of the skin next to it. The young vampire had been passingly attractive to look at, one of those tall statuesque sorts that people seemed to find so desirable these days, filled with her own self importance and a ‘devil may care’ attitude. At least, she had been. Before she decided to let ‘accidentally’ slip a comment or two about Adrian within his hearing. He hadn’t been angry, not really. But one had to make examples from time to time, especially when new to a position. It was something he was used to; simply part of the world he had grown up in. Besides, the girl needed to be taught a few lessons. Vampire or not, she seemed to think herself above real reproach for any insubordination. As if she would simply get a pat on the wrist and a disapproving look. Such was the problem with children in modern times. “This all could have been avoided, you know. But now, libeling, you can at least learn something. It’s not terribly wise to make disparaging comments about your betters when you have little real rights.” Finally finishing the piece he had been working on, he gave the keys one last feather light caress before rising from the bench. He crossed to the form that lay sprawled on the cold concrete floor, careful to not step in any of the blood that was pooling around the once proud little vampire. Crouching, knuckles trailed gently along the slick surface that had been the girl's cheek in a parody of tenderness. "They called me Fiend once, did you know that? A little heavy handed to be sure. Graceless. But, I admit, not entirely undeserved. Of course, the chit that gave it to me ended up being part of one of my pianos. I'm not about to be branded by some little tart that only just managed to dig herself out of the earth with her maker's saliva still crusted on her neck. Especially not when she was nothing more than a little Venician whore." A smile curved his lips, serene as an angel's, as the girl struggled to pull herself away, fingers scraping fruitlessly against the concrete flooring. Hands curled around her shoulders, pulling her back against him, one arm snaking around her chest to hold her there. The fear that had only been a dull throb ripped wide open, spilling into the older vampire in a welcome wave. "Aah, you're learning already." His chin settled against the scarlet and white ruin that was her shoulder, uncaring of the stain it left against his unblemished skin. Rolling his head against her neck, he placed a chase kiss against the slick surface while his other hand procured a strait razor, wrist snapping in a familiar gesture to bring the blade out. "What you need to understand, sweetling, is that we all make sacrifices. It just happens that in this case, I'm sacrificing you. But don't worry," he smiled, tapping the flat of the blade against her lips, "you won't be dying anytime soon. I intend to keep you around for some time yet." Hours later he was washing his hands in a basin of water, a clean shirt draped over the piano bench. The pool of red on the floor had become larger, spreading where he had dragged the girl to the doors to the Bollwerk and chained her to them. The doors wouldn't close that way, but he was wasn't exactly worried about that. Not with that welcome sign hanging there. Doubtless, it would take some inspection for anyone to realize exactly what it was tacked to the heavy wooden structure. But that was half the point and the fun, now wasn't it? Between her current state and the fact that she was still alive, it should serve as a decent warning. The Heretic wasn't, as they said, fucking around. |
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| Evelyn Ford | Mar 19 2009, 10:55 PM Post #2 |
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The call from Adrian had been unexpected, to say the least. Evelyn had no idea how he'd even gotten her new number; since finding out about his.. peculiar, past, she'd changed it at least twice. The knowledge that he was resourceful enough (not that she'd honestly believed he wasn't - but the hope had still been there) to obtain that much recent information on her had put the swan on edge more then she already had been, the past several days. Her brother was currently the captive of the vampire, being used as blackmail for her to comply with whatever he wanted from her. Of course there was still room for protest, but given what was at risk, that wasn't saying very much. She'd been avoiding the vampire hideout - she still had no idea what the building was called, if it even had a name - as much as possible as of late, only coming by to give food to servants, for them to feed Daniel. Although she had no way of knowing whether or not the food was actually reaching him, she was holding fast to her hopes; she was even looking for a job around the city to make sure she could continue to provide for the both of them. Naturally when her brother's captor had decided to call her to his home, she'd complied only on the grounds that the meeting might've had something to do with Danny. It comforted her to think she had some kind of a choice in the matter; considering the leverage he had Adrian was being quite lenient with how much freedom he was giving her. Though she thought his actions in general were quite despicable, he could have just told her to sit in a corner somewhere and shut up, and what could she have done about it? All he needed to do was pull out Danny from whatever dark room he was being kept in, make a few threats, and slowly enough she'd drift back into submissiveness. At least, to a certain extent - until she thought up some kind of stupid plan that would of course fail, and only get her into more trouble. Not that she wouldn't keep trying. Arriving at the vampire-building, she began her way to where Adrian had instructed her were his quarters. Living area for his servants, whatever, she hadn't exactly been paying attention - having been too shocked at the fact that he'd actually found her number for that. There was a peculiar smell in the air that she couldn't quite determine the origin of, but the further into the building she ventured the stronger the scent became. It was only when she spotted the first red droplets of blood that she realised exactly what she'd been smelling (and why she hadn't known it was blood). Vampire blood smelled slightly different to most others', there was just something about it that made it more difficult to distinguish. Breath caught in her throat, she continued to walk forward - being amazingly careful not to step in the thin trail of red goo. It began to grow thicker and thicker as she progressed down the hall, though still remained relatively small enough for her to avoid. It was only once the source of the blood came into sight that her shoe eventually landed in the liquid, the swan momentarily forgetting her footing. There was something chained to the door; but she couldn't yet make out what. It was covered in the blood, and although she felt the urge to vomit at the.. thing's, discovery, she forced herself to continue on. If she didn't show up, Adrian would surely want to punish her in one way or another.. but did she really want to get close enough to see what was blocking the way? Head tilted to one side, her curious nature made her want to examine the thing further, but something stopped her mid stride. It twitched. At first the realisation refused to click in Evelyn's mind; that not only was this thing some kind of animal (nevermind the possibility of it being a person just yet), but if it was moving, then it was still alive. She turned her head away-- the stench was overwhelming, and even her beast wanted to simply turn and fly in the opposite direction of the scene. Simply glide gracefully above the blood, without staining it's feathers.. the creature moved again, this time the movement accompanied by sound. Something between a moan and a pained scream; it was a wonder that it had any vocal chords left in tact to make sound at all, let alone the energy. At first her jaw hung open, the realisation slowly sinking in that this was the vampire that all the blood had come from.. and then, there was nothing. Her head hit the ground with a dull 'thud', staining her pale features red as she lay unconsciously. Evelyn, in the midst of her shock, had fainted. Edited by Evelyn Ford, Mar 20 2009, 11:08 PM.
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| NPC | Mar 21 2009, 11:23 PM Post #3 |
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 Ettore ·· 1072 ·· Master of Florence ·· Sourdre de Sang An evening spent in Paris was absolutely nothing when placed in comparison to but a mere hour in Florence. However beautiful the night lights of the City of Lovers illuminating the sky might've been, they lacked that general feeling of home Ettore was simply filled with in his own city. He would admit, though, that France was an exciting and new (less on the exciting) place for the vampire to see after spending so much time away; his last visit had been almost a full three hundred years ago. Up until now, he'd had no reason to return. There was nothing spectacular about the city; in all honesty he believed it was rather overrated. However, recent events had forced him to leave his so very humble abode and venture out into the world - the first of which, was the new members of council that'd recently been seated. He still hadn't come to meet any of the new council, despite the fact that they had been in position for the past several months now. The last time that he'd even set foot in the Ossuary had been back in the old council's reign, before their sudden disappearance. And, looking around the interior now... he had to say; he was quite disappointed. One would think that one of the first things the newer council would do after coming into power would be some redecorating; but the entrance still looked basically the same! It was positively disgusting, how they could neglect their duties in such a way. If that didn't say anything about the current council, he didn't know what would. The second reason he was in Paris, was to investigate the death of one particular fledgling of his. Although it was true that since her creation, she hadn't seen her master even once - he had still made sure to keep tabs on her over the years. Recently he'd received information on her death, and as little as he'd seen Eden in her years as a vampire, the fact that one of his own had actually been killed had irritated him somewhat. So, he was coming to see what had happened. After probing the minds of some servants that'd passed him by a little (as if he'd actually ask; what a waste of energy that would be), Ettore had managed to gather enough information about the Ossuary and it's occupants to make a decision on where to begin. According to one particular servant's knowledge, the newest member of council (apparently there was much shifting going on between the available seats; disappearances and the like taking place quite a bit.. how pitiful that those who were supposed to be in charge of the vampire world couldn't even hold down their positions without getting themselves killed) had the potential, to be somebody that he already knew. A particular vampire who'd first passed through Florence not long after being turned, when he'd still been with his master. Hadrian had proven to be quite the prodigy, still a young vampire at the time, but undoubtedly one that would go far in the near future. The Heretic, as he went by now, had become council. Not exactly what Ettore had had in mind upon their meeting; it felt almost insulting that somebody so young could be considered powerful enough to hold a seat, but it was still impressive accomplishment he would admit. It wasn't long before he was finding out exactly why Hadrian was considered worthy of such a position - just that pleasant little greeting at the doors of what was apparently called, 'The Bollwerk', was enough to demonstrate as much. The fact that the oh so attractive young female hanging partially blocking the entrance of the doorway was still alive was quite the discovery; why.. it was pure artistry. Hadrian definitely would have made a fine torturer in another life. It was quite apparent that his skills (or creativity) hadn't at all dulled over the years. It did seem a bit of a waste, though... they could've been put to such better use. Something a little more productive. He'd almost walked right into the swan on the ground before paying her any mind - the vampire at the door had far more potential for amusement, as opposed to somebody not even conscious. The urge to kick her pretty little face in for daring to get in his way was practically overwhelming, but he decided to tend to her next - the woman by the door was practically calling to him, begging for his attention. For good reason, too. Her features were barely recognisable; the only reason he'd even known she was female was due to taking a brief look within her mind. Both to find out exactly what had been done to her, and what gender she was. Removing from his coat pocket a black leather glove (tailored for his hands only; nothing less than designer could even so much as touch his skin), he placed it over his hand before reaching up and taking what was once her chin between his thumb and forefinger. A soft smile crossed his features as a cry of pain escaped her fragile, tortured form.. "How beautiful you look," he complimented. The words were quiet; more imitate then they probably should have been given the situation. "A wonderful welcome to what will surely be an eventful visit.. but not quite.. lively, enough. You're rather dull, if I do say so myself." Delving somewhat deeper into her mind this time, he called upon the memories of her very recent torture - something that he found to have only taken place only a few hours earlier. This just made it all easier to force the experience back into her conscious mind... and essentially, make her relive the entire ordeal again, completed even by recalling her feelings at the time. That way, she wasn't only seeing what had happened, but she got to feel it, too! It just wouldn't have been right to deny her the full experience. Completing his task, he made sure to clear her mind just that extra little bit after finishing; so that she could fully experience what she was seeing without encountering any silly issues such as trying to actually suppress the memory. He would've taken such an act to be the worst kind of insult, and would've been greatly offended if she did somehow manage to do it. Her pained, terrified screams as she relived every second of pain - and would continue to do, until he decided otherwise or somebody finally put her out of her misery - brought a grin to his lips. "There... isn't that just so much better?" |
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| Masaru | Mar 31 2009, 10:29 PM Post #4 |
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It was not unlike any other night for Masaru. The departure of some council members and the arrival of others had caused a shift in the political chambers, and though he had only spoken to those new members on the council once or twice in passing, he had thought the changes for the better. The weakest on the council disappeared, inevitably leading to a stronger contenders, and therefore a stronger council. He had decided to take the time that night to explain to Vale about the new council members. She of all people, needed to be kept up to date with the goings on in the council, for she was the one who took care of his business when he went on trips. Already, he had told her of Gerard's rise to the council, him being the man who had 'followed' her so frequently. He had told her of his rise in status, as far as vampires went. Lastly he had told her of the rise of a man he believed would be relatively unknown to her – a vampire by the name of Adrian. By outwards appearances, Adrian seemed nice enough. A charming manner, aristocratical-type appearance. However Masaru had heard stories about the man, and none of them had been positive. He didn't wish to scare Vale, and thus he had not told her of this yet. He intended to, however at a different time. He was actually enjoying the debate that he was having with Vale. 'There are a lot of negatives to being tagged...but you truly think the negatives outweigh the positives? Since that official attacked myself and Miss Ange, I have not been so certain. It had been a point of interest since it had happened, though very few actually knew of the event happening. There had been a rather large cover up on Iveriot's side of things, and so the actual events of that night had been changed to a 'fire wielding maniac terrorizing the city'. Which was a news story that had been extremely inaccurate, and extremely small. During the course of the night, they had walked through the course of most of the Ossuary, though they had not entered the chambers of any of the other members. It was a respect matter. However when they finally came to the entrance of Adrian's chambers, Masaru paused in his step. Hanging on the door was some pitiful excuse for a vampire, which was not what caused him to halt. No, standing near this door was a man who seemed vaguely familiar to him, but from where exactly he could not recall. Subconciously, he placed a hand on Vale's shoulder protectively. Where had he seen this man's face before? The man seemed to be causing the victim on the door more pain, though Masaru did not care to intervene. He was more perplexed at the issue of where he knew this man from. |
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| Vale | Mar 31 2009, 11:31 PM Post #5 |
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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?" |
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| Adrian | Apr 2 2009, 02:20 AM Post #6 |
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It wasn't the screams that drew the Heretic back to the entrance of the Bollwerk. Those were to be expected after all, though possibly not to the degree that the girl was going at. Doubtless, some one had either taken it upon themselves to either help her or make her situation worse. Of course, trying to help her would cause just as much pain and anguish and doing further damage would. It had been the new wave of fear that slithered along his skin that coaxed him back, coupled with curiosity. It was a familiar fear, one he had tasted only hours ago and was still intimatly familiar with. If he didn't know better, he would think someone was starting all over again on the door ornament. Words floated to him through the stone hallways, echoing like lonely ghosts and bringing him snippets of conversation. "Rosalie..." The name slipped though his lips to slither back through the halls, ghosting outwards as it the very doors of the Bollwerk were calling to her. He stepped through the doors only moments later, still fastening the buttons on one cuff as green eyes calmly surveyed those gathered. He frowned for a moment, head canting to the side as he peered at the blond woman before recognition floated across his face and tuged a smile from his lips. "I almost didn't recognize you, poppet." Last he had seen her, broken and bleeding out, had been centuries ago. His attention slid away from her as he gave his fellow Council member a half bow, though not before he noted the man's hand resting on Rosalie's shoulder. "As for Ettore..." he said, idly wandering to peer at the wailing door 'sign', a hand reaching outwards to run knuckles along her cheek. "While the gesture is appreciated, its not quite the same, now is it?" Not that he minded too terribly much. The energy he was drawing from her was more than enough to last him for several nights, possibly even weeks. At this rate, he could likely just stick her in some corner and keep feeding off of her. But where was the fun in that? "How long is it going to last?" |
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| NPC | Apr 2 2009, 05:08 PM Post #7 |
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Ettore ·· 1072 ·· Master of Florence ·· Sourdre de Sang Surely, it was a disappointment to see such a specimen still looking so.. alive. Rosalie had been a short term project of Ettore's, hundreds of years ago. Just a pretty young girl that'd been worth a little amusement, before more pressing business arose and he'd been forced to leave her behind. Not that she could've been considered 'business' within herself.. A better analogy for her might have been like a board game. He played with her for a little while, before simply pushing her aside and getting back to the real world. She was never supposed to live longer then her normal human life expectency - if even that. He'd almost expected her to go and commit suicide after he left her, on their supposed wedding day no less. Not go and get herself turned. "Ah, Rosalie.. now there's a face that I never expected to see again. I see you're doing well?" And then, she actually had the nerve to try and attack him. It was truly a shame, to see what kind of filth council were keeping as company these days. He'd recognized the Sorrow Eater upon sight, of course. What somebody like himself was doing with a doormat like dearest Rose, well. Ettore wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know. He swept her into his arms as easily as he might've were she still human, twirling her through the air as if they were two lovers in a dance. He held her like a child almost, arms supporting her weight entirely - and restraining her movement all the while. The dance came to a pause as he dipped her down, one hand supporting her back whilst the other held her in place. She was kept in this position for several moments while he made his greeting to the Sorrow Eater, who in his mind, might not even entirely deserve such a formality. Spending time with somebody who'd had as long as Rosalie had to have ruined herself was a dangerous activity - such a degree of dirt simply had to be contageous. It disgusted him to a certain extent, holding her so close to him. In his eyes she was little more then a waste of space, and time - if she hadn't gone and proved the extent of her stupidity so obviously all those years ago, she would have long since been dead by now, as she was intended to be. "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." His words couldn't even convey the disappointment. Casting her away from himself and back to her 'master', he regained his composure and offered a polite bow to the Sorrow Eater, and a simple grin in Hadrian's direction. "So long as you wish to hang your ornament it may last.. however, should you want me to, I can call it off at any time." It could've been viewed as an almost crucial moment; the decision that Hadrian would make on whether or not to allow Ettore into his wing of the Ossuary, or not. He could of course turn the elder vampire away and leave it at that.. but for whatever reason, Ettore didn't believe that would be a problem. "Congratulations, Hadrian, on your recent rise to council." His tone was as polite as called for in such a situation, and he bowed his head in regard to the Heretic. |
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| Masaru | Apr 3 2009, 01:08 AM Post #8 |
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OOC: WHHEEE THIS IS THE 14,000th POST ON RD! =D The rage emanating from Vale made Masaru realize that it wasn't a face that he recognized directly. No, the man before them had something to do with Vale personally, though it wasn't a connection that he made directly until he spoke her name. Rosalie. The words uttered from someone else's mouth brought a pang of anger that he nearly hadn't been aware of. It was not so much that the male knew the name, but that he had known Vale before Masaru had. Perhaps the anger was even spurred from jealousy, though he would never admit that to anyone standing in that room. The fact that Vale wanted to fight him was both calming and worrying to him – it meant that once, however long ago, she had cared enough about him to hate him. If their current relationship was anything to go by, then this was more than a little concerning. Struggling to remember her memories on his own, he thought for a second about entering her mind, attempting to view her thoughts. He decided against it when the man caught her failed attack and turned it into a dance with ease. He could tell she was furious, and it would not do any good for them both to lose all logical thought. Thinking instead that they were in front of Adrian's quarters, Masaru was able to put all thoughts of his personal feelings aside, at least temporarily. A very cold, dark smile lit up his face as his eyes threw daggers at the man. “Despite your concern for the welfare of Vale, I believe it is still necessary for you to demonstrate respect to those superior.” Masaru would have loved to rip out the vampire's throat from where he stood, however it was a punishment not fitting to the crime, if even, a crime had been committed. No, so far all the vampire had done was insult both him and Vale. And as tempting as the violent road might be, it was not wise to do so in front of another vampires quarters. The bow by the vampire was flawless, though Masaru was still not pleased. It was simply not enough, in his opinion. However it would suffice for that moment in time. When Vale finally came back to him, he placed a hand on her shoulder, feeling that her emotional peaks were close. He did not need her to show weakness, despite Pierre's sudden appearance. To his relief, she got the message loud and clear. The appearance of the Heretic did not do much to qualm his anger. No. The word Rosalie only suited to anger him once more and though he kept his face blank, the angry metaphysical jolt he sent shooting down Vale's body would've been enough for her to make some form of physical movement if she had been off guard. Masaru hoped for both of them that she had her shields up. He returned the bow to Adrian in kind – being damned not to make it even a millimeter lower. They were equals in the eyes of the council, however as for power...they had not contested against each other, and Masaru doubted that they ever would. The fear emanating off the vampire was very apparent. The despair was also there, and thus the two council members were on equal ground. His eyes went to the pitiful creature on the door, before looking back at both Adrian and Ettore. His hand gripped on Vale's shoulder slightly tighter – had they done this to her in a previous century? Though he had seen all of her memories, there were things that had been fuzzy in her mind, and thus had been hazy when he had tried to delve into them. However the appearance of both men might serve as a reminder. “Might I inquire as to how both of you know Vale?” Masaru asked, though it was truly not a question at all. He would find the answer out one way or another – their answers would simply make him decide whether it was worth keeping Vale well-the-fuck-away or not. He would not risk her to either of them without good cause. Edited by Masaru, Apr 3 2009, 01:08 AM.
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| Vale | Apr 4 2009, 12:22 AM Post #9 |
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The thought hadn't even ocurred to her, that 'Adrian' might have been the same Adrian that she'd crossed paths with all those hundreds of years ago. Hadrian, as he'd been known then, had been residing somewhere in Europe, at the time being employed as a torturor of sorts for the current master of the city. Vale, who'd still been a relatively newly turned vampire, had naturally gotten herself into trouble quite a bit back then.. and after the master had had enough of it, he'd thrown her to dearest Hadrian to play with for a week. Suffice to say, since that week she'd gotten to know the workings of her internal organs better then she'd ever liked to have, and had screamed enough that she'd wished he'd cut open her throat, just so she couldn't anymore. She didn't feel the urge to attack at Hadrian's arrival, unlike she had with Pierre. He was council, after all, and attacking council was an unforgivable act. If she hadn't already been so riled up she probably wouldn't have cared very much at all, about Hadrian being the newest member to take a seat. She'd almost entirely forgotten about their week together by now, new and more important events having taken it's place in her memory. "The Heretic," tasting his title, so to speak, she somehow managed to ignore Pierre for a long enough moment to greet Hadrian properly. With a bow of her own, she forced a tight smile. At the very least, she could take solstice in the fact that while he still resembled a sixteen year old child, she could at least by most standards be considered a woman. "How very suiting a title." "Rosalie here," Apparently, Pierre didn't quite enjoy being ignored. Even for a moment. Her narrowed gaze returned to him and she glared threateningly - daring him to go on. Something which he, naturally, did. After all, what could she honestly do? "Was for a time, my fiancee. Wedding never happened, though." It wasn't even the fact that he'd stood her up that annoyed her the most; well - it was, but there were other factors to her fury, also. Firstly, he was a vampire. He should have been dead. Second.. if he hadn't decided to randomly leave her all those years ago, she never would've gone out and slept with the first man who was interested. She never would've gotten turned, and more importantly, none of what she had now would exist. Masaru - she would have never even known him. The idea that even in the most warped of logic, she ought to have been grateful to him, made her not only want to stab him, but herself, too. If it hadn't been for the jolt Masaru had sent down her spine she would've undoubtedly been springing into action yet again, possibly with some form of weapon this time - but no, Vale kept in place. If anything she relaxed under Masaru's grip, stepping back so that she could feel him behind her. Aside from his hand upon her shoulder they didn't even have to be touching.. it was just that extra comfort, knowing that he was there. The memories seemed fresher in her mind, not only of her time spent with Pierre, but even just that week she'd been under Hadrian's care. She wasn't entirely sure whether or not she wanted Masaru to know exactly what she was remembering, her exact history with the two men.. and yet, their connection slipped open anyway. |
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| Diva | Apr 11 2009, 10:22 AM Post #10 |
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When the people of Paris had closed their eyes to dream of things they would never have, Diva had decided to finally pay a visit, to a most beloved friend now turned member of the Council. Of course, it really went without saying, that she should have had a seat on the Council long ago but she supposed if anyone else was as deserving of it as she, it would have been Adrian. At least with someone like Adrian, the other members would not be constantly reminded of their own shortcomings.(Of which, she was certain they had in abundance) One might even consider it a small sort of charity, that she saved them all from knowing their own insignificance by never aspiring for a seat..yet. Indeed, they really all should be thanking her for it, or at the very least sending a gift basket. She could only hope that her own gift basket to darling Adrian had arrived to herald her own arrival later. A simple pretty young thing, to be strung up on the ceiling and drained to fill the antique tea set she had sent along with...whatever that woman's name had been. (It really was not all that important, after all the woman was just another appliance.) It had become something of a tradition for them, while she could not truly remember who had started it, she of course took all the credit. She was looking forward to an elegant table and comfortable chair, with company worthy of her time. Imagine her shock and horror when she had come upon the entrance to dear Adrian's little corner of basement.(Yes, calling the Ossuary a basement was generous at best.) She had come upon the small group, as mothing more than the whisper of expensive fabrics and the subtle flutter of her fan.(Now waving near her nose, as if she had been stuck by the most offending odor) Lingering in the air now, was the sweet scent of Diva's 'perfume', that followed her constantly. It gathered the weak to her, like a moth to a flame, without any effort on her own part. To the strong, it was simply an annoyance, knowing desire was trying to pull you in constantly. “Might I inquire as to how both of you know Vale?” Her rich woman's laughter bubbled over then, filling the area with her precious sound. Like silk against bare skin, it reached out trickled over them.(Was she really the only one that found the very idea of Rice Paddy over there, speaking at all, amusing?Shouldn't -it-be back, with the other races bred for hard labor, where they couldn't be seen OR heard?) Though, it had been her own escort that turned his head in her direction, he had such a sweet simple mind that easily bent to her.It was annoying how one laugh could easily sway him. Her amusement quickly died on her lips, as the fan that had been fluttering lazily was snapped shut. As soon as the fan had been shut, she struck her man across the face, with one glittering hand. "Chair." The vampire that had come with her, made no sound, only fell to his hands and knees, providing her with a place to sit. The vampire that had been on her other side, only took her by the a bejeweled hand and helped sit down on the other's back. There was a moment, where she fluffed skirt layers, before moving slightly to one side and patting the man's ass, emerald eyes fixed upon Vale. "Come precious, sit beside me before you ruin your lovely dress. Let the men pull out their egos to see who might have the biggest one." Someone had to rescue that sad little creature before she was completely soiled by -it's- touch, and then what would they do with her? Certainly she could not come to tea dirty. "Darling, you always know how to take a woman's breath away. Imagine, my surprise when I come to visit you for tea, and you have already thought to have entertainment. Is he not the most gracious host?" Of course, she had no desire to hear any of them really answer her, after all she already knew her words to be correct. "Ettore. How many years has it been since the last time? Is this not the most beautiful of reunions?" Immediatly her hand was brought to her chest as she feigned concern, "Goodness! I do hope what's her name will be enough for everyone! How very dreadful it would be if we were to run out." Her fan was once again unfolded and made to flutter at her breasts. (Yes, Paris. The bitch was back) |
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| Adrian | Apr 26 2009, 12:07 PM Post #11 |
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lul DELETE, cuz I are tarded
Edited by Adrian, Apr 26 2009, 12:24 PM.
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| Adrian | Apr 26 2009, 12:24 PM Post #12 |
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"So long as you wish to hang your ornament it may last.. however, should you want me to, I can call it off at any time." Knuckles slid along jawline, pale skin sliding across the exposed bone smoothly in a tender movement. Even his smile was at odds with the girl's condition, a stark contrast to the wailing that wouldn't stop. Monks weren't half as serene as Adrian appeared to be. Nor were mother's as tender with their babies as he was with the figure that he had recently flayed apart. But artists were ever gentile with their creations, even if they were only hastily made and imperfect. A sigh slid from his angel's lips, even as fingers slipped downwards along thick red chords to curl around pieces never meant to feel the smooth brush of air. “Might I inquire as to how both of you know Vale?” He leaned in, free hand pressing against the wooden door to support himself as he whispered into the ornament's ear. It was fiendishly intimate looking, an image only aided by the smile that curved his lips and the heat that seemed to flicker to life in his eyes. Fear ripped through the room, spreading out from the mangled vampire. Green eyes rolled to his fellow Council member, the smile still in place as he slid that verdant gaze to Rosalie and back. "Where was it, little rose? Vienna?" Lips brushed against a bloodies cheek, absently. "You know how that bloodline is. Always trying to worm themselves into your bed or your heart and making you think it's your own idea. Her Master," he murmured against whimpering lips, "was less than ecstatic about being used. So he sent Rosalie to me for some...pruning." Abruptly, the screaming stopped. Looking content as any cat, the Heretic pulled his hand free and let the truly dead thing hang on the door. Discarded from his attention the moment it was no longer a viable plaything. Red fingers slid between his lips one by one, the simple actin made more sinister by its casualness. "Of course, it was only a week or two. No time to really do anything truly impressive." He shrugged. It hadn't been anything to him, really. Just another 'assignment'. Though the time restriction had been irritating. Flashing a brilliant smile, he crossed the floor to lay a bloody kiss against the back of Giselle's hand. "Trust me, Singvogel, I'll make her bleed all night if I need to." The smile was flashed to the rest of the room, making him look as young as he had been when turned. If, of course, one were to ignore the blood. Then again, even when he had been alive there had always been traces of it around him for various reasons. With a sweeping gesture, he indicated the doorway to the Bulwark. "Masaru. Giselle was kind enough to send refreshments ahead. She's been ... 'fermenting' for hours, so to speak. You're more than welcome to join, along with your little rose. I'm sure there are things we need to discuss." The smile dimmed at the edges, losing its sunny appearance and twisting into something malevolent. "Personally, I think its past due for something to be done about recent events." The fact that things had gotten so out of hand was ridiculous, not to mention a clear sign that few of the Council knew what to do with power once they had it. "Singvogel, be a dove and help Ettore settle in. I wouldn't want to bore you with preparation." Sending her off would, for the moment, give him some time to get things moving in the direction he wanted before everything was botched by a woman's touch. |
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