oWoD: UA IC ~ The Dying of the Light

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oWoD: UA IC ~ The Dying of the Light

Postby Hana » Thu Sep 17, 2009 1:13 am

Ch 1: The Telltale heart
~ Private Airfield, north of town ~

The jet landed an hour after sunset, depositing the ragtag group from its windowless private luxury into the chilling air of the autumn desolation north of the city. Luckily, they were not left to wonder how they were getting back to the city; waiting for them was a stretch limo, the windows as black as the paint job.

One by one, they piled into the limo, Angel protectively clutching the box of sweet treats she and Claire had purchased in Luxembourg. Shadows, as the de facto leader of the group, had been given possession of the dirty ceramic jar that housed the still-beating object of their European jaunt.

Unlike the sugar-sweet honey blonde, Micheal Anderson was exhausted, and it showed in the dark circles that weighed under his eyes as he hefted the pile of luggage into the trunk.

Claire was afraid of flying, so he'd done his damnedest to keep talking to keep her mind off the fact that they'd been cooped up for hours in a tin can 50,000 feet, give or take a few, in the sky. Now he was stuck with not only his bags, but pretty much everyone's. He didn't so much mind getting the girls' luggage, but Angel's boyfriend and Kain were taking advantage of his chivalry, too. It kind of sucked.

By the time he had all the smallish bags packed into the trunk, everyone else had settled themselves into the limousine, and he had to crunch up between Kain and the door, thrusting a further cloud over his normally cheery demeanor.


~ Elysium - Eclipse Basement, shortly afterward ~

Knuckle Cracka', as the large black man was affectionately called by those who knew them, had left his post long enough to open the limo doors, extending his meaty palm to help the occupants out of the car, though he seemed more interested in the dirt-caked jar that Shadows carried than the safety of any of the group members.

Once they were out of the car, he jerked his bald head toward the stairs down, where K.C. was waiting, popping her gum in irritation. There must be big business going down tonight for both of the Brujah to be guarding the door. Then again, their delivery to DuBois was pretty big business to her.

Once through the heavy steel door, they were greeted once again with the normal scene of the Elysium. All of the destruction of the attack had been cleaned. If one didn't have intimate knowledge of the raid, it would be hard to think that the Elysium was attacked at all.

There were clues, of course. Under the paintings of the clan symbols on either side of the room, the tables and chairs were all new. All of them. Even the Tremere seating arrangement, which had lain under a thick layer of dust in the past.

At the far end of the room from the entrance, as always, sat the Prince of the City, in her throne upon the dias. Two steps behind and one to the left of her was her loyal guard, the Japanese Ventrue known only as Saro. To the right, looking up at her, a small stage was situated, where the flaxxen-haired "daughter" of the Prince was seated at the baby grand piano, wearing her normal white sweater and leggings and playing a lovely little tune.

The woman on the throne lifted her head, arching a finely sculpted brow as the strange group entered, her usual smile absent today. She was still as breathtakingly beautiful as ever, though; it was a preternatural gift bestowed upon her by the great age of her unlife. Most vampires never changed in their appearance, but DuBois had grown more lovely over time, her alabaster skin flawless and her eyes dark as the night sky. She wore a blood red evening gown tonight, a departure from her usual black, and from her ears and throat dripped rubies and garnets, and her Toreador signet ring graced her right ring finger, both hands absent her usual pair of tall opera gloves. Instead, her perfectly manicured nails were painted the color of heart's blood. Even her black hair, piled atop her head in curls that spilled down like a waterfall, had been colored crimson, bleached and over-dyed halfway down to match her clothing.

The Prince of Tarrytown was obviously out for blood.

"Mes cheries, you have returned." Her heavily accented voice filled the room, even though she made little effort to raise her volume above a comfortable level. "I will assume that you were victorious in your little quest, and you have brought me the tool you sought?"

Her eyes flickered over the group to rest on Shadows and the ceramic vessel in his hands. "And what is this?"



~ Our Lady of Sacred Heart, Kitchen ~

Marie winced as she stood over the sink, wearing a camisole for modesty as she changed the dressing on her wounded shoulder. The bleeding had stopped, but the mousy brunette was still in a good deal of pain.

"My child, you should see a doctor," her best friend, who just happened to be the night shift priest, remarked, and was answered with a shake of her head.

"I don't have the time, Father." She closed her eyes against a wave of nausea as she pressed a new clean pad of gauze over the seeping wound, letting the sick feeling pass before she proceeded to wrap a blood-stained ace bandage over the dressing. "There is far too much work to do. Too much to be cleansed."

"Marie, even the son of God had to rest, at times. You cannot do His work if you put yourself in traction."

"Father, I know my limits, and this doesn't even approach them. You know that." She tried not to let the pain flicker across her face as she pulled her fuzzy black sweater on, then slipped her mud-brown ponytail through the back of her Cardinal's ballcap that she settled on her head. She turned to him, taking a deep breath. "When the abominations cease to rise in the graveyard and the monsters stop eating innocent people, I'll rest."

He sighed, having known that that would be her retort. He would just have to call a doctor to make a house call.

"If you'll excuse me, I have to go reload the arbalest." She shouldered past him, grabbing up the backpack with the aluminum baseball bat sticking out of it, throwing it over her uninjured arm as she threw open the door leading directly into the parking lot.




~ Gwenna Morridain's School for the Gifted, Grand Entranceway ~

To others, the Princess would look to be a teenage girl wearing a grey knife-pleated skirt and matching vest over a long-sleeved white shirt with a red bow at her collar, straight black hair falling to the small of her back. To the two new students of the school, though, she was a breathtaking elfin creature, with a shock of white hair framing her face. The fall of her floor-length black tresses was held back from her face by a silver circlet, regal in its simplicity, sitting above long pointed ears angled toward the back of her head. Her features were exquisitely chiseled, as if she were a living statue of pale stone sculpted by a master artisan.

She wore cloth woven out of dreams: a chain mail dress with a floor-length black tabard edged in silver, emblazoned with a shield cendrée, pale dancetté or, a unicorn's head sable, erased and crined sable, belted at the waist with a length of black leather, weighed at her left side with a silver filigree basket-hilted rapier. At her shoulders were silver pauldrons that, even though unattached to anything else, somehow held up a full black cape that spread regally on the stairs behind her.

At her left was a troll in full shimmering armor, wearing the same tabard that she was, albeit much shorter on his eight-and-a-half foot tall frame. His black hair was pulled back into a complicated french braid, and he stood painfully straight, with a broadsword sheathed on his back and his helmet, hammered from a shimmering dream-metal to accomodate the horns that rose straight up from his temples, under his left arm. To mortals, though, he would appear as a tall, athletic teenage boy with a too-serious look on his face for the snarky t-shirt he wore over his battered jeans.

"Welcome to Gwenna Morridain's School for the Gifted. The headmistress is currently unavailable, so I will be handling your entrance. Before I lead you to your new rooms, do you have any questions?" the awe-inspiringly gorgeous princess asked.




~ Emerald Tower, Lobby ~

Michelle Anderson stood impatiently, head tilted and heeled toe tapping as she waited and waited and waited. She'd been waiting for over an hour for the new people to show up, and they still weren't here. She sighed and cast a glance about the room, ignoring the twittering birds and other wildlife that were displayed on the screens rounding where the ceiling met the walls, screens that showed the interior of the forest-inside-the-building.

The bank of chairs at the left of the room was empty, and the exceedingly shy girl at the receptionists' desk was wisely ignoring the pinstripe-clad waiting woman. Michelle tended to have a wee bit of an attitude...And that tendency had grown since her twin brother had traipsed away to Europe without so much as asking her if she wanted to go along. The bastard.

She sighed again, walking to the silvered glass doors set in the bank of silvered glass walls, leaning forward and clasping her hands behind her back as she looked out onto the main street of the city, frowning in boredom.
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Re: oWoD: An Unlikely Alliance (IC)

Postby firefaux » Thu Sep 17, 2009 1:33 am

~ Elysium ~
Claire was the first in line at the door when the plane had landed, if for nothing else than to breath fresh air. Just the sight of the earth made her feel better. The urge to drop to her knees was only controlled by her need to not be a cliché. She had tried to make it through the long flight on her own, with of course Michael's help, but with a few choice words from the silver haired asshole, she had broken down two-thirds of the way through and taken a double dose of Benadryl. Needless to say when she saw the limo she thought she was in heaven. Wearily, she climbed into the car, happy to have the ground beneath her and a warm body to curl up against. The ride was pretty uneventful in Clarie's eyes, except for one sharp turn which jolted her from her comfortable position. After having her brother shove her out of the car and into the arms of the cute but slightly awkward Mikey, Claire blushed.

“Thank you for putting up with him,” she whispered as she kissed his cheek softly, “I’m just going to hold onto you if that’s all right.” The girl took a few steps to let the others pool from the car. In her state she was nothing more than a mere pawn in the group, happy to have someone’s arm to cling to.

~ Airfield north of town ~
Kane stepped out into the harsh lights of the limousine and stretched, oh how he wished it had been dawn. He chuckled to himself as he watched his sister fight with herself, a sight that for him was all too often observed. Mikey was already packing the bags into the limo when he got out so the muscular teen helped his elder sister into the car. He had given her enough shit for the day; it was time to be nice. A grin chased across his face as the last one to pile in was none other than the black haired boy who had an interest in his sister. While he had promised the bitch with the gun that he wouldn’t break the boy, he said nothing about “accidentally” hurting him. He sat still, slowly expanding himself to capture the man’s space. Just as the limo turned Kane lifted his elbow to “catch his sister” while catching Micheal in the rib cage.

“Sorry,” he muttered as he pretended to prop his sister back up onto his arm.

~ Elysium ~
By the time the limo had reached their destination Kane had grown uncomfortable with the amount of space, or lack thereof, around him. As the door open Kane put a hand on Micheal's back, helping him stumble out of the way. After helping his sister out of the car and to a safe place he offered his hand to help the golden haired beauty from the car, but that was where his charity ended. He was all ready on edge, being around so many of the dead kind, and having his sister hopped up on Benadryl only made things worse. Seeing the gorgeous woman sitting at the head of the room Kane leaned into Michael, “If shit goes down you got my sister, right?” The tone the boy spoke in made it seem like a burden, though honestly he meant it more as a compliment than anything else.


~ Emerald Tower, lounge, then lobby~

The red headed girl puffed as she stared at an empty lounge. There was no hum from artificial cars, no squeal of octagonal tires. There was only silence. She had come to the tower bearing gifts for her special shiny friend: treasures she had just recently acquired for the purple haired man she could not consider a friend by her definition, but more of a liaison to the land of the shiny. She wanted it to snow stars around her as she felt the warmth of his chest against her cheek. Sighing, she came back from her tangent. No stars were to fall on her tonight, though she could probably find some on the floor where chocolate was normally found. She abandoned her quest with a heavy heart, and headed to the elevator.

“The elephant has flown his nest tonight,” she muttered to herself to keep the prison guard from trapping her in the cell tonight. Her despair kept her entertained long enough to reach the lobby. Carefully she stepped up to the crack in the elevator between the floor and the shaft and with one large leap jumped out of the elevator. Today the short red headed girl wore stockings of two different mates. One was white and had small cartoonish cows on it the other was stained red with some undetermined liquid. The skirt she wore was more of a jumbled mess of torn mesh from one too many under-skirts. The kimono she wore hung over her pale shoulders showing off her lovely collar bones. The kimono was red, and was torn half way through the thigh and poofed out by the carnage of her skirt. On the back was a tiger curled along the fabric. It clung to her, almost as to protect her from any harm that she might come to. The halls of the tower had been relatively quiet, and now she knew why.

“With scary lady at the front door I would sneak in from the roof, too!” she giggled to herself. Though her past run-ins with the woman had been less than affectionate, Pepper walked up to the woman.

“You Have To Stop,” Pepper tugged on the woman’s arm as the plea seeped from her throat, “Can’t You Hear Them Crying? The silence cannot smoosh their cries. Please stop stepping on them!” With that the girl dropped to her knees and put her hand against the woman’s shoes. “Shhh you’re okay, it’s all okay now,” she murmured as she wrapped one arm around the woman’s leg, petting the shoe with her other hand.
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Re: oWoD: An Unlikely Alliance (IC)

Postby Tsurugi » Thu Sep 17, 2009 1:38 am

~ Elysium - Eclipse Basement ~

Shadows clutched at the urn uncomfortably. It was rather hard to imagine that one's heart be in such a vessel, let alone that it was halfway across the world from its owner, the mentally deprived George. He silently cursed that Michel, that vile Sabbat bastard who stooped as low as to take advantage of the disadvantaged Tzimisce.

"We located exactly what we sought." he said stiffly. He did not originally mention why the trip to Europe had to happen, and now that he stood in front of the Prince--nay, his contract holder--the whole truth had to come out. "We successfully found the heart that the Sabbat took from the one called George. I believe we told you about our encounter with him before."

He thought back to the time in the sewers when they first met... thinking him untrustworthy and having his lover Angel held captive, he acted hastily and irrationally. He shot George-- he shot him in the head with every intent in killing him. George however did not die; he did not even flinch! Instead, he had just molded his own head back together with his own hands.

Luckily his companions acted quickly and explained why he acted that way and, in the process, befriended the poor soul. The poor thing was as much a hostage as Angel was, and that was wrong...

"We promised him that we would do what we could to free him from Michel. Thankfully, we did not return empty-handed." he said, continuing to play the part of Camarilla diplomat for his group.
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Re: oWoD: An Unlikely Alliance (IC)

Postby Arune » Thu Sep 17, 2009 2:00 am

~ Elysium - Eclipse Basement ~

After the limo ride and then the entrance into the Eclipse's basement, Mito Ryuji was calm. They had been a long while away from what was slowly becoming his adopted home and they had a chance to actually succeed. It was sad that they had mostly been on the defensive for so long that a part of him was happy for them to finally be on the offense. Striking a blow against their enemies.

He was silent as their leader, Shadows, a kin-jin of their assassins clan spoke to the leader of their stronghold in Tarrytown, DuBois (Called a 'Prince' though she was resplendently female). It was another return to the stiff dialogue and he had to resist a strong urge to shuffle his feet as he stood two steps behind and one step left of Shadows. He did move to nod to Saro who once more was in attendance of his 'lord'. This was going to be a simple quick and easy mission.
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Re: oWoD: An Unlikely Alliance IC ~ The Telltale Heart

Postby Hana » Thu Sep 17, 2009 2:17 am

~ Emerald Tower, lobby ~

"Huh-wha?" Michelle's attention was torn from the view of the street as the stark raving loony popped out of the elevator and began talking to her shoes.

"Umm...." she arched a confused brow as she looked down at the colorful young woman accosting her feet. "Hi, Pepper. You didn't go to Europe with Mikey and all your other friends?"

Honestly, the kook unsettled her, and she didn't know how any of the people who'd been grouped with her in the past could stand to be in her presence. She was just so...so random. In the carefully ordered mafioso world of the Glasswalker Ragabash, such chaos was almost anathema.


~ Elysium - Eclipse basement ~

Micheal's face flushed at the kiss from the drugged-up woman, but he didn't complain as she attached herself to his arm. On the contrary, he carefully led her down the steps and into the building. At Kane's whispered question, he nodded solemnly, shifting his grip to Claire's waist, both to steady her and to aid him in pulling her along if they should need to make a hasty retreat.

His eyes flickered between the too-cool dude in the shades whom he knew was a vampire...He didn't really have a problem with Shadows, but the guy did remind him a teensy bit too much of Neo from the Matrix.

Ryuji, though, that was a cool guy. He was totally different from the other feathered fiend he knew...Must be the whole japanese thing. The guy behind the throne had the same kind of uber-cool vibe to him. Maybe they were distantly related...

Micheal's thoughts were jarred out of their geekitude when Shadows spoke, and he bit the inside of his cheek, waiting quietly and trying not to show that he was ready to bolt at any second.



DuBois seemed to mull over Shadows' words as Saro returned the nod to Ryuji. The Prince's bodyguard wore a smart charcoal gray suit with a pristine white shirt underneath. His tie matched his mistress's colors tonight, blood red, and held a small silver tie tack in the shape of a scepter, the Ventrue clan symbol.

After what seemed like a long moment of thought, DuBois held her left hand out, beckoning to Shadows. "Give it to me, cherie...I will free him of that vache's clutches, I assure you. If what you have told me is the truth, then death itself is the only thing that will free him from an unlife as a tool, even if it is not a tool used by Michel's hand. I will be generous, as well, and count this as your debt to me."
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Re: oWoD: An Unlikely Alliance IC ~ The Telltale Heart

Postby Tsurugi » Thu Sep 17, 2009 2:46 am

~ Elysium - Eclipse basement ~

Shadows cringed. The pain of his great blunder still resonated in his being. As if trusting that Michel would keep his word wasn't bad enough, allowing the Elysium to be attacked and idling across town was a cardinal sin. He'd wanted a meeting with the Sabbat leader, a chance to talk like gentlemen and regain a little civility from the growing tensions between the Prince and her stalker. Naturally, the bastard tricked him, and in doing so betrayed the slight faith that he had in finding a diplomatic solution to this escalating mess.

"As you wish, Prince," he said stoically. "But I feel I must say that I do not like the thought of an innocent like George...", a look of frustration formed on his face, "...you asked that one of the Sabbat pack die for their transgressions, and this will let you kill him; you will have your revenge. I regret that I cannot give you the head of the real culprit." Damn that Michel...

Deep down, he wanted to speak up. He wanted to plea for the existence of George. He wanted to say that saving, not killing, him was the right thing to do. And yet, he could not say it aloud. Perhaps it was his opinion on quality of life-- or unlife. Perhaps it was his sense of duty to Ms. DuBois. Regardless of the reasoning, he stood there silently, offering out the vessel to his Prince, acknowledging that she had the final voice in the matter.
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Re: oWoD: An Unlikely Alliance IC ~ The Telltale Heart

Postby Caim » Thu Sep 17, 2009 10:30 am

-Outside the Emerald Tower, then actually in Emerald Tower Lobby-

Vince took a breath and shifted his weight nervously as he opened the main door to Emerald and entered as quickly as possible. To say that he was as nervous as hell would have been a bigger understatement than saying that having cancer was just a bit of a set-back. Apparently someone wanted him to be part of a spec-ops team that was being assembled for some reason or another. Why the higher-ranking Glasswalkers would want him, a "cub" in their eyes, to do anything that important was a complete mystery, though it could have just a tactful been their way of getting a bunch of lower ranking garou into a pack...

Vince stopped for a moment and shook his head slightly at his own train of thought. That idea was just plain stupid. Still, at least it would give him a chance to visit Emerald Tower for a bit, the nature-filled building was usually a very relaxing place in comparison to the rest of the city. He quickly made his way through the building, not even looking up as he opened the door and entered the lobby where he was supposed to meet up with a woman named Michelle along with the rest of the group.

"Sorry for being late, the traffic was-," Vince turned around and froze in midsentance. There were two women in the room, one in a pinstripe suit that he was guessing to be Michelle and another in an almost random assortment of clothes that would strike even a homeless bum as too tattered to wear. The woman in the ruined clothes was crouched down next to Michelle with an arm wrapped around her leg, muttering to herself and stroking one of Michelle's shoes. "Ah...um...did I come at a bad time...?" Vince took a step back as he recovered, suddenly aware of how badly he was dressed compared to the pinstripe suit Michelle had on.

(agh...sorry for such a crappy post, I'm feeling a little out of it today, and I think I've let myself to get way too rusty D: )
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Re: oWoD: An Unlikely Alliance IC ~ The Telltale Heart

Postby firefaux » Thu Sep 17, 2009 11:49 am

~~~ Emerald Tower ~~~
Pepper looked up at the pale man who walked in, interrupting their conversation. The torture Michelle had been putting her shoes through had disappeared from Peppers sight, and she stood. She quickly straightened out her kimono. It was a gift from her lover, or at least she liked to think of it as a gift rather than his favorite kimono that she stole and ended up ruining. Her mind slowly drifted to that night only to be caught on the fish hook of her lobby companion's voice.

“There’s never a bad time, just inconceivable,” the girl mutter before turning back to the question she had been asked. “No, No, No!” The crimson girl shrieked like a wagging tongue with a juicy bit of gossip, “I would never go anywhere with Her.” She ran through an array of actions meant to give her best, or worst, impression of the bane of her kindness. She made motions of hammering, and screwing a screw into something. She pretended that Michelle was a tree and knocked at the bark with her first two fingers, and she swooned as she pretended a certain one armed Garou walked by.

“Oh, my daddy, I only love you for something that’s no longer in your possession, but here let me fix it. I will make it again,” She made no attempt to mask the disdain in her voice, “Greedy bitch.”


~~~ Elysium~~~
Claire giggled as the boy's face flushed, though he wasn’t exactly her cup of tea, he did have some charm to him that she couldn’t put her finger on. He was the first male that she had attached herself to other than her big brute of a brother. The tension in the air was a thick musty odor that burned at her nerves. A frown slipped to her lips at her brother’s question, and it stayed as her companion wrapped his arm around her waist. She wanted to ask if he thought it would really go south, if the alliance would be broken over such a silly little matter, but now did not seem like the time.

She stood quietly as she watched her friend's heart be offered to the slaughter. Surely this act would cause war between the two factions and would drag the rest of the city into it. It wasn’t just the thought of war that haunted Clarie's mind; her friend the disabled savant, with such a beautiful gift, was about to be murdered. It wasn’t his fault the bastard decided to use him, but again, it wasn’t her place to speak. She was an outsider, one of three that stood in front of the head of this caern.


~~~ Elysium~~~
Kane sighed, relaxing a little with the knowledge that the boy had his back. He had been through some shit with Shadows, and his lover was kin. Ryuiji was weird but didn’t seem to be harmful. His one interaction with the woman who sat on the throne was less than pleasant. Their home had been invaded by the bastard Michel and put her on edge. ‘Damn she’s a fox,’ he thought to himself. It didn’t matter much to him that she was dead; she was one of the few in the city that truly deserved to have a romp with someone as formidably sexy as he was.

It was slightly regrettable that George had to pay for the executions of the pack, but Kane had gotten what he wanted from him, and to be honest, nothing else mattered.
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Re: oWoD: An Unlikely Alliance IC ~ The Telltale Heart

Postby Hana » Thu Sep 17, 2009 12:26 pm

~ Emerald Tower, lobby ~

Thankfully when the new hire walked in, the crackpot detached herself from Michelle's leg.

She opened her mouth to say something to the guy, but then Pepper went into a tirade of charades. Michelle seemed very confused at first, but a moment after the Malkavian cursed, she got it.

She had to raise a hand to her mouth to stifle her chortle, which then turned into an all-out belly laugh as she tried to contain it. She laughed for a good solid minute before she straightened, wiping at her eyes.

"Oh, that's fucking hilarious. She's the reason you didn't go to Luxembourg?"

She waved the answer off, not even needing to hear the reply, and turned to the new guy, clearing her throat.

"Since you're not a chick, I'm going to assume that you're Vince. Welcome to the Emerald Tower, Mister Price." She looked him up and down, her startlingly green eyes sweeping him with a glance that would probably make him feel like a side of beef. "I'm Michelle Anderson. Normally my mom would be here to greet you, but she's currently in a meeting."

She looked to be only in her late teens, but she held herself with an air of supreme confidence that made one think she had to be older. That confidence permeated her every movement, even as she reached into the inner pocket of her jacket and flicked out a plastic-coated card on a clip, offering it to Vince with only two fingers.

"This is...Well, I'll let her introduce herself." She winked to him, suddenly looking dangerously mischievous.
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Re: oWoD: An Unlikely Alliance IC ~ The Telltale Heart

Postby firefaux » Thu Sep 17, 2009 1:42 pm

~~~ Emerald Tower ~~~
Pepper watched and smiled as the girl discovered who she was talking about. She had gotten a little frustrated with the lack of comprehension, but was proud of the pay off. It was always a feat when Pepper got one of the less than enlightened to understand the methods of her sanity.
She was about to explode into an angry tirade about the evils of the woman they spoke of but realized the contents of this speech was not common knowledge and for once in her life Pepper kept her mouth shut.
Her eyebrow furrows at the new name she had sported, “You’re not scary Lady! I thought you were the Scary lady who shot Daddy! Wow you look just like her and…. I’ve never met you.” She thought for a moment then turned to the man. “Oh, how rude of me! I am Pumpkin. Pumpkin Patty. It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance,” the girl gave a little curtsy with her tattered skirt.

Slowly the girl's shoulders sank as she looked down, her eyebrows furrowed and tears tugged at her eye. “Where’s my chocolate? I brought something sparkly,” she turned to the girl who stole the scary lady's skin
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Re: oWoD: An Unlikely Alliance IC ~ The Telltale Heart

Postby Caim » Thu Sep 17, 2009 1:59 pm

-Emerald Tower, Lobby-

Vince blinked and raised an eyebrow in mild disbelief as the very red-headed woman muttered something under her breath and then started shouting and making random gestures to illustrate whatever she and Michelle were talking about before he entered the room. It just dawned upon Vince that the red-head was wearing some kind of oriental dress…thing. Fashion wasn’t exactly his strong suit. The Glasswalker shifted uneasily as she called her father a “greedy” bitch and Michelle suddenly burst out laughing after trying and failing to restrain herself.

‘This is just getting ridiculous…’ Vince began to shift his attention from the two women to the actual room they were in, mainly because the two of them were being as unsettling as hell. The walls had monitors showing some of the interior wildlife and there were chairs lining the left side of the room as well. He didn’t quite notice the receptionist who almost seemed to be trying to hide under the desk from Michelle and her friend. Vince smiled weakly and waved in a sympathetic manner at her, for all the good it would do. For now, all she seemed to want to do was pester Michelle about chocolate and shiny things, which was perfectly fine with Vince.

Michelle cleared her throat, snapping Vince back to reality as he turned to look at her. “Yes, that’s right, and thank you…” Vince was slight surprised by her words and made no attempt to hide it. Unless one of them was mistaking, Michelle basically just said everyone else who was going to be coming to the meeting was a female…not that there was anything wrong with that! It was just surprising…actually, Vince wasn’t even aware of a time when something like this had happened outside of a Black Fury pack. Michelle looked him up and down with her almost unnaturally green eyes. Normally he would have just written it off as her ogling his admittedly attractive homid form, but there was something about the sheer amount of self-confidence and position of authority…

She actually seemed younger than him, but then, age barely meant anything within the context of Garou society compared you your actual achievements. I hope to God she isn’t just trying to think of the best way to get me killed…

It was a paranoid and rude idea given that they had just met, but Vince was well-aware of just how disposable most metis were viewed, even among Glasswalkers. “I see, well then it’s nice to meet you, Michelle,” He smiled slightly as he took the laminated card that she offered to him.

Vince stiffened slightly as Michelle motioned to her “friend” and winked. Inwardly, Vince groaned. From what he’d seen of the red-head so far, her “introducing” herself was going to be anywhere between mildly disturbing to a total mind-fuck…

"Um...nice to meet you, Pumpkin..." he tried to smile out of politeness, but his unease with "Pumpkin" was blatantly written all over his face. Vince glanced at Michelle, tempted to ask her about the poorly-dressed woman's...eccentricities, but he bit back the impulse and looked away. There was no way anyone was so demented could have had a very pleasant life, and she wouldn't have been let into the building if she wasn't trusted to a certain extent, so she probably wasn't too dangerous to be around ether...hopefully.
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Postby Deena » Thu Sep 17, 2009 5:43 pm

~Elysium, Entrance~

The plain grey car rolled down the street, blending in with the traffic. The hours of sunlight had diminished to a dull bluish glow in the sky. Once again, the coast was clear. Even so, the windows of the charcoal sedan were tinted, the occupants almost fully obscured.

Things hadn't changed much. It wasn't safe to go out during the day, although before he could risk it once in a while. Back then, and in the present, subtlety was what kept him alive. He wasn't that subtle himself; it was forced into him by necessity, and because there were others to guide his actions. Now he did it of his own will.

Victor steered with a leisurely grace, staring over the steering column with a tired, soft look. He was seeing far beyond the road ahead of him.

Neither had his need to obey his organization changed. Just the people calling the shots. Again he was a misfit here, as he was among the Family.

But what had changed the least, since he died in that cozy back-alley, was that he killed to live. It filled your plate, but it had to be done in a "rightful" way, and you could never kill unnecessarily. That overly subjective code was what he'd been sworn to. Victor wondered if killing him was necessary for the Family. Probably.

His sedan pulled into the parking lot, near Elysium. The uneasiness Victor felt was familiar. Stepping out of the car and closing it behind him as softly as he could, he wondered what the point of even bothering was, but did it anyway.

Whether one of the Warlocks or a human being, nothing had changed. Save for once small detail.

He opened the passenger door.
"... Please wake up."
Victor's voice was tiny for such an intimidating man. Tall and handsome, he never went anywhere without formal dress unless told to, and his neat bangs of black hair made him look unerringly professional. But he barely raised his voice over a whisper, so attempting to wake the small girl sleeping in the back seat would never have been successful.

He shook his sire's arm gently. It wouldn't take long to wake her up, but when she did...

The angelic, innocent features of the prepubescent girl sleeping in the back of the car stirred. She had slept throughout the trip, long enough to moan occasionally from what seemed to be a nightmare. The young maiden's eyelids twitched and squinted, then parted slowly. She woke up fairly easily, even with only the soft whisper from her servant and a tap on the arm to stir her from her slumber. "Did I fall asleep?" She covered her mouth with dainty, soft looking fingers and yawned, sitting up straight. The young girl rubbed her eyes, a tinge of irritation mixed with a childish whine spiced the tone in her voice. "Stupid idiot! Why did you let me fall asleep? Stupid Victor." She grumbled to herself for a few moments, patting her lap, her purse, and the floor beneath her feet, looking for something. Two somethings, rather. A lightbulb seemed to illuminate over her head as she recalled where she put them; with the push of a button, the glove compartment opened, and two letters, one sealed and one unsealed, were revealed. The young girl plucked the parchments from their place and gripped them firmly in her hand before stepping out of the car.

Arietta Lemiux stretched her arms, numb from sleeping in the car for so long, and peered around the area. "Is this the place? It looks really shady. Well, let's get going then." She eyed her servant for a moment, then narrowed her brows and handed him the letters. "I'll let you hold on to these. Don't drop them, okay? That's an order!"

Looking slightly dismayed for a moment as the energetic girl woke up, Victor nonetheless smiled warmly. It was always like this when Arietta was woken from a nightmare. Those happened frequently enough, but she didn't always need one as an excuse to pelt him with insults.

He didn't mind of course, simply taking the two envelopes and looking at them carefully. He could feel the pistol beneath his arm as he drew the letter up to examine. One was for the doorman. Victor raised his eyes above the frames of his cosmetic glasses and saw the Brujah. He would leave the talking to Arietta if it was necessary, but the vampire guards would most likely let him through once they saw whatever letter he was carrying.

He took rather long strides towards the door, although trying not to rush his master too much, since she was so much shorter.

Arietta took two or three steps for every one that Victor made, but managed to keep pace just behind him. She didn't pay much mind to the area after her initial glances, as even she was wary of it not being the place for a girl her age to wander around in. As soon as she laid her eyes on the guard, however, she stepped out from behind Victor, straightened her back, and narrowed her brows some more. She was a lady after all, and if she wanted to be treated as such, she would have to act the part. "Excuse me, sir," she announced politely, but with a definite, underlying firmness. "My servant and I are here to see the Prince of the city." She crossed her arms and motioned for Victor to hand the letter to the guard.
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Postby Kemious » Thu Sep 17, 2009 6:52 pm

~ Emerald Tower, Out side the building, lobby ~

With a bitter sigh, Racheal stared at the enormous building in front of her. She was hyped in fact beyond hyped that she had actually managed to pass the interview and work for Bandwidth Enterprises. While her position as Data enterer was fairly tedious it was the concept of working in the Emerald Tower. Every Glasswalker knew secrets of unknown technology laid deeply in the building. That was not the reason of her dismay however.

Her sorry came from waking up a mere half an hour ago. That was more than thirty minutes late past the time she was suppose to actually meet with Michelle Anderson. While she didn't particularly care about giving a good impression. She hadn't particularly wanted to get fired before she had the chance to mess around with their systems.

Stepping into the building she was surprised to see only three or so people standing in the lobby. Perhaps she wasn't as late as she though. Making her way towards the group Racheal gave a half wave to the group.

"Um.... You goes wouldn't... happen to be part of the group thats suppose to meet a miss Um... Michelle Anderson? Would you?" She asked hesitantly. " I'm Racheal."
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Postby Hana » Thu Sep 17, 2009 8:01 pm

~ Elysium - outside stairs to Eclipse basement ~

The tiny slip of a girl showed absolutely no trepidation as she traipsed up to and addressed the huge leather-clad black man. That simple fact raised his curiosity.

Either she was very naive, very stupid, very powerful, or very trusting in the abilities of the man with her, the man who must obviously be her bodyguard.

He sniffed and took the note that Victor proffered, the paper seeming so small in his hands as he pulled the missive out and scanned it.

The corners of his mouth tugged down as he jerked his head toward the stairs, a silent signal that they were to move along.

The punkish looking woman at the bottom of the stairs was frowning, too, but it was a different sort of frown, one borne from irritation that she had to once again pocket her sudoku. 'Pocket' was also a relative term, because she pushed herself away from the heavy steel door, shoving the folded puzzle and pencil into the back of her miniskirt. The drape of her khaki security guard shirt, left unbuttoned over a very tight black babydoll T-shirt emblazoned with a bright red anarchy symbol printed upside down and inside a circle of the same color (the Brujah clan symbol), covered the addicting little game as she swept her eyes up and down the two. She rolled her eyes, leaning away from the door as she pulled it open, muttering under her breath.

"Your funeral."



~ Emerald Tower, lobby ~

Michelle regarded Pepper with a very blank look for a long moment, as if the other woman were speaking a foreign language.

"Spar...OH!" A look of recognition came over her, and she chuckled wryly, shaking her head. "You want X, right? Sorry, hon, you're S O L. He's at a meeting with Mom over at the Eclipse."

That said, she turned back to Vince, her grin growing wider as the other new hire finally got there.

"Great, Racheal Vexler, I'm going to assume. Of course, I'll be right, too. I happen to be the Anderson you're looking for." She slipped another plastic coated card from her inner jacket pocket, offering it out to the new girl.

"Welcome to the Emerald Tower, you two. We'll get on with your tour in just a moment. First, I need to make sure that you understand that these things are your lifeline in here. They're both an ID and a keycard, and the only way to get past the lobby." She jerked her thumb toward the twin elevators. There were no call buttons, only card-swipes next to each.

"You'll have been assigned living quarters in the building, but if you want to live outside, just let us know and we'll take you off the apartment roster."

She turned, glancing at Pepper, and gave her a strange smile and a half-nod, as if to say goodbye. "Gotta work now. Buh-bye."

She snapped her fingers as she walked, her hips swaying in a way that was totally natural for a woman wearing 4 inch heels. "Come along, now."

She led them to one of the elevators, swiping yet another card from inside her jacket, and the doors swept open with a ding.
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Postby firefaux » Thu Sep 17, 2009 8:50 pm

~ Emerald Tower, Outside ~
Pepper sighed at the mention of a meeting. Not only were they long and tedious, but they were keeping her from the things she wanted. Noting the newcomer, Pepper opened her mouth to introduce herself, only to be interrupted by the other Anderson. It seemed just as quickly as she had found companionship, she had lost it. “Damn her,” she muttered as she turned and walked out of the tower with quite a bit less pep in her step than normal. “There’s nothing worse than being alone,” she said to herself as stood in front of the Emerald Tower, trying to decide what to do.
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Postby Deena » Thu Sep 17, 2009 9:27 pm

~Elysium, Entrance~

The second guard, oddly enough, intimidated her more than the large black man from before. Arietta couldn't quite pinpoint why, but she figured having the bulky Victor around as a servant who pretty much followed whatever ridiculous order she dished out jaded her reaction to people several times her size. As the small girl stepped through the steel door the Sudoku woman had been guarding, she was hearing the words "Your funeral" echo in her mind over and over, an endless loop of what felt like an ominous premonition. Arietta huffed. There was nothing to be afraid of here. After all, if there was any chance of danger, Victor would get her out of it before she even had a chance to panic. Besides, this was supposed to be a safe place for them. Right? Right.

But just in case, she stayed within a few steps from her loyal servant.

The two reached the basement soon enough, but Arietta remained strangely silent. There were people in there already, and the one who the young girl assumed was the person she and her guardian were sent to deliver the sealed letter to was looking particularly unamused at the moment. Was she really the Prince? But that person was definitely a woman. Regardless, the lady on the throne was very beautiful indeed, and even Arietta was entranced by it, despite feeling a twinge of jealously. Still, beautiful or not, interrupting seemed a bit...well, they already noticed she and Victor were there, right? Those steel doors weren't exactly silent. It wasn't like Victor was going to say anything, he was always useless for things like this. Arietta lightly bit her bottom lip with her single elongated fang. It was best if she spoke up, after all.

"E-Excuse us," she stuttered nervously, having lost the confidence she had so proudly displayed in front of the large black man from before, though still making a valiant effort to keep herself together. "U-Um...w-we have a letter for Prince DuBois."
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Postby Kemious » Thu Sep 17, 2009 10:28 pm

~ Emerald Tower, lobby ~

"Ah..." Her response was lackluster as she nodded slight when the women revealed herself to be Michelle. She had expected as much.

Accepting the newly presented card, she tucked the card in her pocket. Of course she was gonna figure out the Id's code later on. What kinda security code and protocols they had on the card had to be pretty well done.

" Its better that way. I prefer being nearby." Racheal answered truthfully. Living in the tower meant that she had free access to the computers in the building. Plus the Internet had to at least be a T3 connection

Without sparing the other two a glance she followed behind Michelle.
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Postby Cascade » Thu Sep 17, 2009 10:33 pm

~Elysium, Entrance~

His sire was a strange creature. She had confidence that belied her appearance, but it was highly conditional. Nevertheless, the odd pair was let past the entrance doors without incident after offering up the envelope. The woman said "Your funeral." Victor narrowed his eyes slightly, but otherwise reacted little at all. He was dead already. None of the people who'd last seen him alive would ever bury him, and none of the people who would bury him knew where he had gone. Except one.

After walking inside, Victor tried to smile to Arietta again. He had words to say in situations such as this, like "it'll be okay," or "don't be nervous." But nothing felt right, and he could only walk silently beside her.

They entered the lair of the Prince. The chamber was a sacred place which normal human beings could never expect to experience. Victor, though a bloodsucker himself, still felt awed at the sight before him. Still, there was a chill in the air. The woman was referred to as a Prince? Not surprising. It was probably tradition, so he wouldn't think more of it.

He bowed deeply and respectfully, crossing his arm across his stomach and the other behind the small of his back. Rising from the bow, he produced the envelope meant for the Prince DuBois from the hand behind him, a severe and calm presence overtaking every inch of his posture and expression. His bow was rather ungraceful despite his best efforts, but nevertheless, he was intent on being respectful.

With his empty hand, he patted Arietta comfortingly on the shoulder. If the Prince beckoned him, he would walk closer and present her with the letter, but he waited obediently for the leader to recognize them and signal her intention to receive it.
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Postby Tsurugi » Thu Sep 17, 2009 10:52 pm

   ~ New York City, the Docks ~   

He sat amidst the refuse and the wastes of the industrial engine that was the wharfs of the 'Big Apple'. The man seethed... furious... ready to explode with the slightest trigger. He had failed his mission-- NO! He did not fail! That damned car of his had let him down. He had had the girl in his grasp, and should have been able to get her back his new family. It should have been faster; it should have been built better. I bet some cheap son of a bitch serviced it all half-assed and now it's a burning heap on the highway somewhere! The shear audacity to think that someone would dare to cross him riled him up even more. Luckily he'd had his escape plan figured out from the beginning, should trouble arise. He tried to calm himself. Thinking and planning could fix all this trouble. After all, he was a genius. Now how to deal with...

"Heya brotha, can'ya spare a dolla for meh?"

The homeless man who somehow managed to catch him off guard did not realize it, but he just crashed a plane full of dynamite into a volcano.

"SHUT UP!" The man yelled suddenly and violently, backhanding the beggar so hard that he practically flew into the brick siding of the warehouse nearby, a full eight feet. The unsuspecting pan-handler collapsed with a look of shock and pain, blood beginning to soak through the stocking cap he wore. "You have no business talking to me! Don't you know who I am!? Your mother-fucking better that's who!"

"Pleas....Please, mista.. I didn't..."

The poor bum lost the ability to plea; the sight of the man now wielding a brilliantly silver weapon sucked all rationality from him leaving him only with sheer primal fear-- a fear of swiftly approaching death.

"Bet you wish you talked with someone else tonight, huh friend?" Said the man, an evil smile forming on his face. His eyes looked like a serious type of crazy. "Oh don't worry, I don't mind in the least..." he spat sardonically, "this conversation can help me clear my head! Who do you think you are?! Hm?! Bet you think you deserve my money, that the world is cruel, and that we betters should care. Well what about me, huh? When do I get to be that awesome me that I want to be? If it was up to you, you would have me like you and you like me!!..." The rant raged on, the whole time the man slowly closing the distance between him and the battered vagrant.

__________

He cleaned the blade on the dirty jacket of his victim. Complementing himself silently on his handiwork, he smiled. The failure wasn't really a failure at all, he realized. He just hadn't finished the job yet. He knew a little stress relief was just what he needed to open his eyes and regain his true focus-- the prize... that girl. Now he needed to find a new ride, maybe something sporty, one that would not choke under pressure, and go back to that place...Tarrytown. He would not let his success be delayed any further. Failure was NOT an option.
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Postby Mastermind001 » Thu Sep 17, 2009 11:04 pm

{Marcus Q. Maximus}

~ Gwenna Morridain's School for the Gifted, Grand Entranceway ~ The Master

The wind blew and leaves rustled before one of the new students. He had a look of great distain, a frown, and a displeased look in his eye. His brown hair was curly and his left eye was covered by such hair, his single blue eye was bright. He wore a red flock coat, a victorian style, with brown pant that had thin yellow spiral designs.

“ A place, I can vomit.”
He answered so crudely to the breath taking princess with a tone that was filled with disdain. “ But being serious, I want to know why your wasting my time. We could be talking while walking.” He added. “ Much more efficient that way.” He continued in a very dry way as he stepped forward.

“Hum-Hum.”
He hummed as he looked around this so called school of the gifted. “ I just want to look around and then explore this uncharted land for myself, but really why am I here?” He said, his real question.
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Postby Hana » Thu Sep 17, 2009 11:43 pm

~ Elysium - Eclipse basement ~

The words of her personal assassin did made her think, just for a moment...and before she could send Saro to fetch the dirty object the Assamite held, their little meeting was interrupted.

DuBois' eyes darkened the moment she laid eyes on Arietta. In an uncharacteristic move, she stood from her throne, the full skirts of her evening gown whispering as she walked slowly down from the dais toward the pair. She didn't even look at Victor as she plucked the sealed envelope from his hand, her look of barely concealed outrage trained on the prepubescent girl. Her face was carefully schooled, though, so that only the tiniest hint of her true rage even shone in her eyes.

She finally tore her gaze from the young Tremere, using a long red fingernail to break the wax seal on the envelope, her frown deepening a minuscule amount at the corners. It was Dakkon's seal. Delivered by a child.

Carefully, she drew the letter out, scanning the block lettering written on the pristine white linen.

Her eyes narrowed and she lifted her chin a touch.

"Saro, get Dakkon on the phone in my study." Her bodyguard, who had not moved from his position, immediately pulled a cell phone out, dialed, and held it to his ear, turning his back to the room.

She turned, in a sweep of skirts, to look at Shadows and his group. "Keep your heart's treasure, then, mon petit meurtrier. But you must bring me the head of one of Michel's men, or a token to prove their death to me. You have one month's time."

She glanced backward, toward the two vampires that had just entered. "You will also guard the children of mon ancien amant. You will let no harm come to them, and you will not let anyone approach them who bears this symbol." She threw her arm out dramatically to point at the handsomely framed painting of the Tremere clan symbol, a filled square within a circle, with a filled equilateral triangle set atop the circle, pointing toward the upper right.

She continued pointing for only a few seconds before she began storming for the door that was situated behind and to the left of the throne.

"See that they are housed and have their téléphones, Saro."

She reached for the doorknob herself, something that she never did, but before she could touch it, the door swung open, nearly hitting her in the face. Luckily, she had quick reflexes, and slammed her palm flat against the wood, stopping it flat and tilting her head up to glare at the giant of a man that had thrown it open.

The nordic blond giant stared down at her, a tiny slip of a woman compared to his nearly seven foot and heavily muscled frame. "Move," he growled.

Saro reacted as if he'd been slapped, his eyes wide with shock as his head snapped to look at the tall blond man. Before he could even open his mouth to speak, though, DuBuois had stepped in, staring straight up at the man, her voice low.

"You dare to insult me in my own domain, chien?"
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Postby Cascade » Fri Sep 18, 2009 12:08 am

~Elysium, Entrance~

The woman who was referred to as "Prince" rose from he throne and dismissively took the envelope from Victor's hand. It was somewhat of a less friendly greeting than he'd been used to in his criminal days. He didn't move from his spot other than to fold his arms behind his back, and turn to see where she was going after she'd walked past him. That look she had given Arietta was troublesome. Victor knew the two of them were not welcome there. If his master wished to leave, he would walk her out gladly. He wasn't particularly eager to stay himself.

She wanted them kept away from others bearing that seal. A street animal like him didn't feel comfortable being shackled down in confinement. It wasn't hard for him to read between the lines. But they had to have some reason.

Just as the Prince reached the door in her cold rage, a man emerged from the entrance. Victor did things as always. Watch his posture, take note of distinctive features, keep an eye on his hands, eyes and minute gestures. The message the man sent was one of assumed superiority, and contempt. The giant seemed to exude hostility on all sides. Victor gazed directly at him, as if to say "target locked." His arms, still tucked behind him, fell loosely to his sides, but otherwise, he did nothing aside from standing by Arietta.
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Postby Arune » Fri Sep 18, 2009 12:10 am

~ Elysium - Eclipse basement ~

Ryuji tilted his head slightly and then walked straight forward towards Dubois and Bjorn; seemingly unconcerned about the inherent tenseness of the situation in fact he seemed quite calm. "Bjorn...I request, are you challenging the Prince of the City in her own domain? I must ask again, are you attempting a right of challenge? I am sure leadership can be understanding and difficult but are you sure you can properly support those you do not understand?"

A small smile crossed his features, like a blade. "Though, wouldn't you be going against your own Litany...if you challenged a Leader during War?" His voice was very, very cold suddenly. "Surely, you are not providing a bad example to your own followers of Silver Snow."

"Because if you are...then you are a Litany breaker..." With that Ryuji tilted his head towards Saro. " There are different laws for those who take accepted laws in vain," he said "No? I apologize my English is not as strong if you need me to repeat myself".
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Postby Tsurugi » Fri Sep 18, 2009 12:25 am

~ Elysium - Eclipse basement ~

Shadows was ready to hand the urn over, with a slight satisfaction in knowing his debt was paid... that is, until the sudden change in heart from the Prince and the arrival of the two new message bearers. Apparently something was happening that greatly bothered Ms. DuBois. Dakkon? That was a name that he never heard before.

His attention was regained when the Prince gave him new orders... new conditions. Kill one of them? They are like vipers, striking out only to recoil back in defense... it took my friends and I entirely too long to find out about the lair in the sewers, and they abandoned it at the first sign of trouble. And now, if that was not enough, guarding these two? His thoughts lingered there only for a moment before he looked down at the heart container. The coming difficulties were worth it. Deep down, he knew that George deserved the second chance. Guarding people is not all that difficult if the situation is controllable. He was filled both with a feeling of dread and confidence.

If the fact that DuBois had moved to open the door herself had not surprised him, the sudden and rude appearance of the Warder Bjorn certainly would have done the job. He had a past with the Norse bastard... he vaguely recalled trying to choke him to death at one of the town meetings. His hand slowing shifted to his waist where he kept his favored weapon of trade-- a black-lacquered .454 Casull. However, seeing that Ryuji seemed to have him under control, he relaxed and smiled to himself. He admired these moments when the usually quiet Japanese man showed just how truly powerful he was...
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Postby Deena » Fri Sep 18, 2009 12:37 am

~ Elysium - Eclipse basement ~

The Prince of the city seemed to be glaring daggers at the small, scrawny girl. It took quite a bit of willpower not to hide behind Victor right at that moment, but she stood firm as her deeply ingrained notion of etiquette demanded. Her round, golden almond eyes wavered slightly, however, revealing her obvious nervousness in the presence of a person with such high status. She almost seemed visibly relieved when DuBois's attention was no longer on her.

Arietta was a smart kid. As a young girl with the choice to learn the language considered to be one of the most romantic vernaculars in the world during her days as a human, as well as having an extensive portion of her original family family descending from the language's country of origin, French came as naturally to Arietta as water in the ocean. A few key words stuck out in her mind: murderer, lover, and dog. The one that embraced her was this woman's lover...or rather, her ex-lover. It was probably best not to mention anything about that ever, if Arietta valued her own existence. The woman had just called the rather large blond man on the other side of the door a dog, despite him having quite a bit of girth in comparison to her frame; Arietta noted that DuBois was not one to be intimidated. What really got her, though, was the word murderer. Suddenly, she had both an interest and a fear of what exactly was in that container one of the strangers that was now ordered to protect her and Victor was holding.

She tiptoed behind Victor at this point, glancing at a table nearby, just in case she needed to take shelter. Arietta gnawed on her bottom lip with her single, elongated fang. The young girl hated the idea of it, but in the end she was still a kid. It was best to leave an adult's battle to the adults for now, at least. "Victor, just leave this to these guys for now, okay?" she whispered to her guard.
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