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Post by downfall347 on Jul 17, 2011 3:46:14 GMT -5
The musty smell and oppressive touches of the walls were like a second skin to one who was accustomed to their shadows. Colbane strode through the shadows, the recent events of the night before still fresh in his mind, the stolen blood of other kindred sloshing playfully in his veins. He had given his gift to the prince, his small token to prove his loyalty, and despite himself he had to admit the elder VII had been a bit of a challenge. But in the end he fell, as they all did. The shocking disappointment was almost worse than meeting his true death in the sewers. If he were to die, it would be in shadows, where he was born.
He paused, listening to the beat of the city above, and the subtle pulse of the world below. Then, a noise, small foot steps, the smell of thin kindred blood in the air. None of the Brood Swarm would dare come alone, not when there blood was so young. No, his mind flashed to the small girl in Lucien's office, his fangs clicking softly in his mouth as his beast demanded he hunt. He resisted the urge to prowl after the noise, and instead crept as a shadow through the halls, listening to her distant foot steps grow louder and louder. He could see her, her small feet stepping carefully, treading in a place she did not belong with an odd ease. He knew her, of course he did. He didn't recognize it in the office, like him she was born in shadows, and belonged in them in turn.
She spoke like a poem, and he grinned at the small attempt at eloquence to fight back the silent shadows. No, not silent, whispering, always whispering. "This darkness is far kinder than that in a human heart. For the herd hides their beasts behind mortality. No, the shadows are an honest predator, for their beast writhes in them as they do in Kindred." He spoke, his form melting from the shadows. "What can I do for you today Childe."
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Post by sinoxide on Jul 17, 2011 4:40:48 GMT -5
"Ahh... about time you showed yourself," she pauses to place a small idle smile on her lips, "Thankfully I haven't been waiting too long"
you were dealing with the Mary side of her, you could tell by the peculiar change of tone in her voice, the stern and mischevious design of her brilliant mind working its twists in each apparation of structure and attitude, was also something a little too familiar to Dr. Colbane. Although a majority of the time her MPD shifted with her vice/virtue, there are many ways of decifering which one will appear given the accountable circumstances and situations. But aside from that, here we are in the darkest sector of the sewers, a meeting that would eventually change the perspective of her past.
Few have grown to know the capabilities of our dear m&m, and given that knowledge her footsteps were never heard very well by anyone she didnt want to attract, being brilliant with her obfuscation since the birth of her deadlife. (yay specialty in lightfooted on stealth) As for the fact that she wasnt obfuscated to begin with, nor walking as silent as the grave while she treaded these vile-filled dank sewers was yet, Another notion that she was looking for someone in particular. Her actions were always articulate in procedure, considering the sector of the sewers you have located her in for example, abiding by the map imprinted in her Eidetic memory, it was a section Dr. Colbane would use extensively and just out of harm from his little friends.
Now that he is here, he would study her from head to toe, and firstly her expression which begins with the coldness in her eyes like thoughts were quivering to be heard or figured out, and the blankness of her face, almost unreadable as it continues through the rest of her pressence and stature. And lastly, the fact that she was here to meet him.
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Post by sinoxide on Jul 21, 2011 13:38:05 GMT -5
[[ended up roleplaying this in person, was entertaining :3 ]]
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Post by sinoxide on Jul 23, 2011 10:19:03 GMT -5
She arrived at the necropolis the night Charter hack and slashed against her, instantly torping her frail body. She was delivered by Jeff, and brought the rest of the way by two of Colbanes puppets, where she was then delivered back to reality.
She had an insanely twisted smile upon her face when she awoke then the gut rushing of the pain before she used some of the vitae she had to heal, and received more from Colbanes collection of cattle as he would call the humans that became trapped in the sewers.
She was frail in reguards of her stamina, but avidly thinking about her weaknesses as she plunged her fangs into the blood of a cattle taking as much and not too much before the cattle would become lucid in movements and pass out.
As events were occuring elsewhere, she was entertained afterwards by at least 6 puppets, two of which would follow her everywhere she went out of protection.
<But alas the night hours of Court night had ended and she took the time to rest, just to wake up for the next night to begin>
Changing into the second set of clothes she had, she would put the dress in her messenger bag which she strapped across from her shoulder to hip. She told the two puppets to stay behind, but as she would know, they would follow her anyways as her pattern of wherabouts after events such as these was apparant, heading to the cruicidrink without further notice.
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 28, 2011 22:17:01 GMT -5
Simply, Lucian follows M&M to their proper destination.
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Post by sinoxide on Jul 28, 2011 22:26:11 GMT -5
after the turn of events and heated exchange of words at the Cruicidrink, we find the two of them walking away from the entrance towards the closest sewer cap entrance with the safest path. They went down a small allyway after cutting a few corners, she was constantly listening for others who might have followed. "Quickly m'lord, i dont trust the streets and what they may bring" they arrived at the sewer cap where she slid it aside with ease, and she dissapeared into the utter chaos of darkness.
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jul 28, 2011 22:28:22 GMT -5
<Decidedly finishing scene tomorrow.>
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Post by sinoxide on Aug 2, 2011 20:21:47 GMT -5
some new evening, the one where charter appeared in the cruicidrink staked and missing his arms
M&m was idly taking a bathe, splashing around in the waters until the sound of her phone mentioned the fact that she had received a message, and judging by the tone it was clouse. crawling out of the water as the liquid slowly dripped off her bare naked skin she dried her hands before reading the message.
poor charter, I wondered what would happen to him after that fight.
He was reckless in that fight, its his own damn fault for getting caught and staked again.
Don't judge him so harshly Mary, thats not nice
Blinking she then grabbed the cloak and wrapped it around her body and snagged her clothes, not bothering to obfuscate she climbs out and makes haste towards Colbane's room, where she last had seen him.
Making it to his room she was still idly dripping wet, with only her cloak covering her naked body. "Charter got staked again..." from within the flaps of the cloak you could still somewhat see the scar charter left last time, a memory she didn't want to erase.
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Post by downfall347 on Aug 2, 2011 20:35:23 GMT -5
Colbane glanced up, his eyes glossy for a moment before focusing them in on his young, insane, childe. Her words filtered to him, a thin smile cracking across his face as he sighed, setting down the lofty tome he had been peering over. It was on Russian hedge magic, a cult who worshipped a peculiar ruin in Siberia being the principle focus. He reminded himself that should he ever go out that way, to ghoul said cult.
"Ah yes." He said, finally seeming to recognize her existence in the room. "Our dear... dear friend Charter. Am I to assume the city is requesting my aid in awakening this wayward son of the shadows?" He let out a chuckle, glancing out the window of the train car for a moment, the dark machinations of a thousand years of malice sparking silently behind his eyes. "Very well. Come Childe," He said, holding out his arm for her to climb up. "Let us see exactly what this little assassin has to offer us in exchange for life."
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Post by sinoxide on Aug 2, 2011 20:57:29 GMT -5
You could watch her crimson puddles look up towards her Sire, listening to his words and taking note of the tome he had been admiring out of study.
"Before we leave, I need to get dressed"
She unclasped her cloak and allowed it to fall to her feet, she became an alabaster white statue of a young girl in his room. She then neatly placed the cloths that she had intended on wearing after her bathe on the chair nearby and began to dry her body more thoroughly. She didn't even care that her Sire might have been watching but knew that he didn't care either.
She eloquently pulled the fabric on with a sense of ease, as if repetition would ever make it look less awkward of an action. Soon enough the fabric covered the two scars on her body she refused to erase from her skin, as if she wasn't ready to forgive Charter until he would apologize, something her sire would notice and understand.
Soon as she was dressed she looked to Colbane, a blank expression as she held out her hand for him to pick her up.
"As soon as your ready, m'lord," a term she used when she wasn't at ease with the situation coming forth.
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Post by downfall347 on Aug 2, 2011 21:19:31 GMT -5
Colebane neither stared nor averted the young kindred's nudity, looking at her as he would at any more clothed individual. "Do take your time. I do not suspect dear Charter will be going anywhere soon if his condition has not been exaggerated." He advised, picking up the book and sliding it onto the shelf opposite him. Once he had seen that she was dressed he took her upturned hand and pulled her up onto his shoulder with a terrible ease, as if she was little more than a coat to be slung on as an afterthought.
He moved with his small passenger out into the Necropolis commons, then up onto the viewing platform before diving without a moments consideration into the near pitch black tunnels which connected to the main sewage lines about twenty feet above. He walked in silence, his feet hitting the ground with a practiced ease. The silence was not out of any attempts to remain hidden, but rather by the fact that his feet fell exactly where they had the hundred other times he had walked this way. No bottles hid beneath his feet to shatter, no sewage splashed. As if the bleak underground beneath the city welcomes him as kin. He paused once they reached the sewer access to the surface. "Come. The sooner we conclude this the sooner we may leave the world above. I find the company and smell to be lacking up there."
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Post by sinoxide on Aug 4, 2011 13:42:19 GMT -5
As the two companions leave the vicinity of the abandoned underground railway, they enter the sewers and depart for the place of request, the Cruicidrink.
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