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 Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 12:44 am
*Deep beneath the surface chambers belonging to Raoul and his men, the Syn chamber at the heart of this enterprise resonated with sound as activity flourished there.
In the center of the grand hall, reality was flickering and lashing across the marked out circle, while around it, Syn gathered, watching.
They had been there for some time now, observing with twin pairs of eyes events in one plane, AND events in another, as through a snap shot window.
The majority of the gathered sat in their prescribed seats, leaning forwards now as the events they observed started to come to a head, but it coudl be said ONE member of the gathering was less than enthused with the real-life theater before them.
The circle of course showed Corbin's actions and reactions in the alternate realm crafted by Ego. Ego himself had been teh only Syn allowed to cross the circle, save for Ice whose goals in the laternate realm had been unclear and as ever he refused to say more.
The irate figure NOT in her seat of course, was Roan.
Restrained bodily by Deciet and Lye together, she was held knelt against the floor, arms wrenched back as tears of blood stained her cheeks, writhing and struggling to cross teh gap to her son, shown so close, yet so far, in the Syn's view, Ego's self flickering between them as Pride took a new host, the altrnate reality fading back into this one was agonising slowness as Pride's powers wavered between two personalities.
All in all... another chaotic day at headquaters*
CORBIN!
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 10:43 pm
*Reality crashed in, the alternate realm fading to nothing. One of the two potential Ego candidates had would soon win. Corbin's perceptions should return to his own body soon enough, as the power of the Syn slowly filled him, linking him to his colleagues. And this hurt like hell.
For one thing, unlike the link with Magra and Lineage, the link with Syn was a massive undertaking in CONSTANT altering information feed, snapshots of things other Syn saw and recorded as important, orders passing down from the Lords and information collboration. Any time a thought was shared among the group, other members added anything THEY knew to it, turning the link into a veritable information superhighway not unlike the internet but certainly less cluttered with porn. Being suddenly plugged into it was a little MORe than disorientating.
The expansive panorama that WAS Syn as a whole was epic and mind boggling, the kernals of each individual personality small guiding points in the mindscape, symbolised by each Syn's totem. And now it became truly apparent JUST what went on when Syn had a meeting.
Across the space between, thoughts and emotions flashed like the northern lights, the general consensus for now being the feeling of slight concern over the switch between hosts for Ego and the reaction of Vengeance.
Snarling in the middle of it all, Vengeance radiated ire, mocked by Deciets amusement. After a few seconds adjusting to the insanity that was the Syn hive mind, it was possible to see each individual unit was able to close of SOME of itself, and it was these closed areas that radiated concern and other such information. From Appetance for example, the 'feel' of barely formed dread leaked like a miasma of poisoned gas, the active element of the Syn brushing against Roan like many of the others in an effort to control and calm her as a member of the whole, rather than one warring individual. Needless to say, it wasnt working.
Drop the word 'Corbin' into this pool mentality and you could watch the ripples and emotions move outwards for hours...*
CORBIN!
*With reality finally crashing back to normal, the process of Ego changing hosts irevvocably started, Roan broke free of her captors as they finally let her go and she surged forwards, all bull power and strength. But she did not fall, nor actively leap for Corbin now - she knew before all others the result. Had known it from the start and THAT was why she spun on all fours, her face streaked with bloody tears, a beast among beasts, a vengeful warlord among beurocratic sheep.
Throwing her sword towards Corbin, to land spike first in the circle at his feet, she let Hebrew text lash out of her as she pounced on Lye and bore him to the floor, eyes fixed on Deciet as in her hand, another blade appeared. Damaris, the blade of darkness, property of Zachriedek. In her left hand, as she slammed Lye's head into the floor, Isoda, blade of fire, Azrael's legacy. Her tail flexed itself around Zarata, Yoachi's blade, and in her teeth, Okra, the scythe, in the form of a dagger, Iden's curse to bear.
Her skin darkened as she dared to hold the blades, and the other Syn wisely moved back as Roan growled around the dagger in her teeth*
You ungodly BASTARDS! You deicetful, lying wretches! How DARE you! You will regret this... I swear it... I have had enough of your s**t. ESPECIALLY you Deceit.
There will be a reckoning for what you have done to MY family... but for right now, if ANY of you want to leave here alive, you will agree to my terms NOW.
*Such words caused more than a slight stir among the Syn and the mental bond between them all. All of a sudden, the onslaught on Roan's personal space within the realm, shown as her totem Phoenix, was crowded by the weight of every other totem save Ego's suddenyl turning to supress it, voices raised in the physical realm in protest at such a ridiculous demand. Needless to say, Phoenix only burned brighter, as did the Hebrew spreading out from Roan, lighting up the chamber as she mentally threw her opressors off.
The burning of the various blades started to affect Lye, lying very very very still with Damaris millimeters form his throat, yet it was Deceit who was looking more uncomfortable and squirming, his own skin darkening in places...*
Syn is ONE unit Vengeance...
Bullshit! You think Corbin will sit down and try to placate me as you ask, or do you think he'll walk over to that exit just there and stop any of you bastards running if I ask? My FAMILY is one unit. You lot just link everything by mere accident of birth.
*Fiery eyes bore into those gathered, the energy and messages flashing over the astral surface of Syn intense. Many of the Syn were still trying to break down the diamond wall of Roan's will and drag her back into line with the main line of thought, but trying to affect Roan's mind was like climbing a diamond wall in your slippers. Plus there was the new form of Ego, which no one knew how to deal with just yet. Once Corbin's mind became open sourced, the entire organisation spare Roan was due for a rather large shock.*
You will let ME take him home and explain things. You will do this because if you do not, there will be a bloody massacre, Lords or no. I will make the cieling dfrip with yoru blood if you so much as TRY and stop me leaving with MY son.
You will also give me the boy Seraphim.
You will wait until I am ready to bring Ego back for orders. And MOST of all....
*She pressed the blade down against Lye, eyes fixed firmly on Deceit, her tail rising to striking pose as she snarled the next few words out*
MOST of all... you will give him the right to Sire.
*The council chamber erupted. There was no other word. Even Lye, currently suffering the wrath of several daemon blades tried to rise, calling prtoest. Physical bodies moved in the twilight lighting of the council chamber, and then... it exploded.
One does not want to be nearby when an almost suicidally angry cainite decides to bring several Daemons togetehr in one space and let their pent up anger with each other loose all at once.
There may have been faint glimmerings of their eyes and forms in the chaos, there may not have been. The Syn thrown away from Roan as she popped Lye's head off like a cork on a shaken up bottle of champagne would all sustain enough of a concussion that any account they gave would be suspect.#Regardless, the focused energies washed outwards, leaving only Roan herself and Corbin behind her unscathed as the arc of energies played out across the room, taking Lye's body and shredding it as ROan then dropped the weapons burning her body and stood, the SMEAR that was left of Lye making her footing unsure, but DAMN if she wasnt going to have her way here.
Interestingly... Deceit was writhing in EXTENSIVE pain, as if someone had just torn one of his limbs off...
The reason why woudl soon become apparent enough to Corbin, and reveal just WHY Roan had LET Ice do as he had to her family, with minimal protest - he WAS family after all.
Deciet, Lying... two sides of the same coin. Two Syn of the same cut. Two minds... one true body. Deciet was OLD. And like the proverbial snake of Eden, he had leant JSUT how to slither into peoples lives and offer them suspect apples. Roan had not realsied it HERSELF until she'd joined Syn. Where Ice, Deciet, was the voice of the lords, the rarely seen go between whose business was his own.. Lye was his active self in the archives and in the world, the second body that did all the little jobs his main didnt have time for. THAT was why Ice had Sired, just after Roan joined the Syn. It really HAD been only amatter of time before Roan turned on her 'Sire', just to get at Ice, the true brains behind the outfit. Leer would one day make a useful pair of eyes for Ice, and now, indeed, Lye was gone as expected, leaving Ice hurting... anbd revealed for Corbin as his grandsire.*
I SAID... you will give him the right to Sire.
He's too young Vengeance! Untested! Untrust...
SHUT your bloody mouth RIGHT there... YOU chose him. YOU told me to go forth and create. To go forth and mold to our needs. YOU told me to make you monsters. I did JUST that. YOU chose him to take Ego's place. Without even ASKING me! This is MY project and always has been! MY family! Untrustworthy? How dare you even THINK such a thing! I'll have your ******** hide...
Yes and in return you have installed in each of these 'children' of yours a key flaw... this... loyalty... to YOU!
DAMN right! YOU ******** wouldnt look after them for two seconds. I made them STRONG. You WILL give him the right!
Oh we wi....
Agreed.
WHAT?!
Shut up. He IS my grandson... anyone else wants to argue... they go through Vengeance AND me... you terms are acceptable Vengeance...
They had better damn be...
*Standing with hands loose at her sides, Roan glowered at the gathered, hissing faintly. Most recoiled as she let her intent drift over the astral network, showing JUST what she would do to any who stood in her way. Syn could not control her. Not when it came to family.
Slowly, she backed towards Corbin, gathering the Daemon blades around her, hebrew pulsing bloody red as she went to her son, gently stroking ihs cheek, waiting for him to respond to her*
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 7:38 pm
Standing in the middle of the circle, his fist still tightly wrapped in themselves, his head hung and a look of intensity on his face as he grinded those Diablerist jaws, Corbin's body trembled as Roan went on her rampage. Countless new memories, connections, mass to take up space within the already chapotic void that was his mind nearly overloading the General. No, the Syn.
His eyes however, as Ferago would pulse, shot open suddenly and a brilliant flash ran over the red of either oculi, before something else came over the Cainite. A single ripple of light appeared, spanning gradually out from his forehead. In the wake of this single ripple of light, a change occured that altered the Syn's appearance.
His new Pride uniform, along with the old, tasttered armor of his kingly self. A left arm bound in a faded, blood smeared golden gauntlet, black laced with golden ornate flanks, shin guards and of course, the upper vest of armor before his cape and scarf. The most noticable change however, was his body. Cerulean changed, dyeing a faint peach, before then sinking closer to a sickly pale white as ornate designs of obsidian tribal sprawled out across his skin, his eyes however, remaining the same, as even his tail thinned, stetching out to its once monstrous length once more.
As the ripple of light finally found the floor, and Corbin stood altered, conciousness returned to him, and he at first looked about himself with a confused expression, followed by realization, as he wittnessed Roan obliterate Lye. With a sudden thunderous crack of his tail, and a dim EOD glow beneath his hide, he let loose a catastrophic roar much like the one he had unleashed against the kine in the other realm, before letting the full weight of what had happened to him gradually settle, with the presence of his sire, Roan at his side, petting his cheek.
"I'll be ok.."
With a nod, he then turned his eyes on the Syn, and the destruction around them caused by Roan. He was niether the monster he was up until a minute ago, nor did he look quite as he had before, in his original form. Possibly, and aged mix between the pair? The structure of the cerulean beast, that still hid beneath the illusion, and the soft skinned, more human looking original, with a rogue beard to his aid and still black, rather then indigo highlights about his eyes and mouth.
"I told you long ago, Deciet. My Pride is as close to perfection, as I. Dont think there wont be more to the effect of this reckoning. You've all yet to deal with my wrath. Ego paid his pennance, your turns will come in time."
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 1:44 am
((lol. Everyone else who read my WoT had the appropriate reactions to the fact this means Corbin can Sire, and Ice is the progenitor of the clan. But you quite calmly accept it xd Irony anyone? ))
Take him home Vengeance. Organise this mess. I will see you soon.
*Nodding curtly, Roan didnt even look at Ice as she squeezed Corbin's shoulder, her worry only felt through the clan link, not over the Syn network.
Wending her way back up to the surface and out of the HQ, grinding her teeth as anyone passing them bowed out of respect, she stopped once they were in the cool air*
Im not going to 'take' you anywhere. Come home if you CHOOSE to... there IS a lot to discuss, but I'll also understand if you need some space for a while. Are you sure you're ok?
*Looking up at him, it was clear she was remaining calm only by sheer force of will, a whole mix of emotions queing up behind her eyes for later exploration when it was convenient*
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 9:32 am
OOC::
Oh, give it time.
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"I will be."
Was all he had to say on the matter. Truth be told, he was far from it. He felt violated, yet entrapt by an obligation he had placed on himself. The obligation of following Roan through enternity if he had to, to never leave her alone, and never be alone himself. He never had, nor would he ever more then likely think of it as an obligation, no. It was his duty, his honour...His privelidge to walk at her side with the woman for what may be all of time. Regardless of eithers shape, or form.
"I will come home, of course. However, can we leave the discusions for later?..I need a drink, a cigar..And to simply sit, and talk. Like old times, before the Syn, before the ranks and outrageous mess that now plagues both of us...like the old friends that we are. And perhaps, even sleep. Its been months since i've slept. To let my guard down, and relax, even though I doubt I fully can."
At that, he gave Roan a reassuring smile, his arm moving to fall over her shoulders around the back of her neck, before he pulled her into his chest slightly and daringly ruffled her hair with a faint chuckle.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 9:49 am
*Letting one arm drape along the base of Corbin's spine, she sighed. It conveyed everything, and she simply leant into him... until one of the snakes on her neck idly bit Corbin and she smirked up at him cheekily*
You mean before we both changed, and changed each other? Sounds good... lets go home.
*A wave of a hand opene dthe shadows, sucking lightly at the both as she stepped into the darkness, headed for the mansion, and her own suite of rooms*
.: What about your other demand? :.
.: Ice knows better than to send that one along tonight. Tonight is for me and Corbin. Now sod off Take. :.
.: As you wish... :.
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 5:30 am
If only they knew what was comeing. And if only the staff standing out front knew better. A number of staff on a smoke break, and the one 'guard' standing inside the door, looking for appearance sake atleast, like your average doorman. The doorman would have seen it before surely, but the handful of staff on their break, had no idea what was happening, as the Lambo concept pulled up with a screech, Gimme AD by Parkway Drive booming from inside.
The three smokers jumped back with a fright as the car nearly ran them down, though as they scoffed, and mumbled profanities under their breath, they still looked on with intrigue to see just who in the hell would get out of the car.
As the music died, and the door opened Corbin stepped out in the guise of his old form, the abnormalities not found in kine hidden from view, as he flicked his cigar at the smokers idly.
"Ladies."
Yet, there was just the one woman among the three smokers. This hardly went down well.
Upon reaching the doors, the doorman walked out to greet Corbin, though in a less then adoring fashion then Corbin of course expected.
"Sir please, we have to maintain appearances. This is business. As far as anyone else knows. Now then, name?...And do you have an appointment?"
Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, Corbin cocked a brow at the doorman, staring for a moment, before chuckling to himself as he produced a new cigar and started up the stairs.
"Sir, I need to know your name, rank, and business here before you are permitted to enter."
This said, the doorman raised his hand, and set it on Corbin's chest. Turning his head slowly, as the cigar lit itself between his lips, Corbin's humour evaded him, as he stared down at the man through his tinted glasses.
"Your kidding..."
"The Camarilla dosn't kid. Name. Rank. Business."
Sighing, Corbin plucked the shades from his face, calmly slid them into his suit jacket pocket and then took the cigar from his lips, blowing the smoke down into the doorman's face.
"Corbin Sion Blazeheart DeSeer. Syn Ego. Raoul's dignity."
The doorman nearly imploded upon himself as it hit him, just how deep a hole he must have dug himself, before he pulled a burnt, steaming hand away from the sudden, subtle jolt that rippled over Corbin's chest.
Setting the cigar back between his lips he shook his head in disbelief, before continueing on through the door. About this point, the doorman thoroughly exhailed a breath of relief.
"I need a new job..So ba"
So near finishing, the doorman was cut off as he felt his chest pulse with a crippling wave of agony, though as he made to clutch his chest and make a sound, his skin started to turn red, more and more till he was near as scarlet as the blood that he coughed up into his hand.
Turning, he ran back inside, making a B-line for the toilets. A number of staff looked up from their work, though all they would see, was the men's room door shutting over a thin trail of steam. Eventually, surely, someone would find the rotted, roasted corpse in a stall. His body temperature so advanced it toasted him.
Meanwhile, the doors to Roal's office swung open with a slam, and Corbin entered with a trail of smoke in his wake, arms up and out as if he intended to embrace the Prince.
"RAOUL!! How the ******** are ya?!"
As the doors slammed shut behind him, and depending on the company present in Raoul's office, Corbin abbandoned his faux form in favour of his true cerulean hide, whilst vaulting over the back of a chair and landing with a sigh, spur heels landing on the Prince's table.
"Busy Prince charming?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 6:26 am
((XDD Nice post. *Goes back to lurking and not OOC'ing in the thread.* >> ))
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 3:59 pm
((Cant be arsed to change accounts...))
*Within Raoul's inner sanctum, the Prince was attiredin only his suit bottoms and shirt, his immaculate jacket slung over a chair. His desk was pilked high waith paperwork and maps and he himself stood at the window, glas sin hand, while Jane and her partner Justin scurried back and forth behind him with patrol rosters, inventories and repairs details.
At Corbins entrance, the Toreador Jane looked up with scorn at someone intruding in the organised chaos of the workroom, then let out a small yeep when Corbins true self showed through. It said alot about her though thats he STILL muttered a brief 'uncouth bloody clan...' under her breath as she moved ot Justins side, pointedly burying the pair of them in the finer points of detailing patrols.
Raoul turned more slowly and with greater dignity to Corbin as he 'greeted' him, the lines of weariness around his eyes evident as he sat in his large chair, across from Corbin, his eyes drifting to the apocryphal painting behind the diablerist, which framed Corbin like an unholy aura or halo.*
Lord DeSeer. A pleasant suprise. I trust you are well?
*The voice was level and even, bringing calm to the room, but the only effect was to make Justin's whimpering audible in the ensuing silence. Casting his glance over, Raoul nodded just once and Jane sighed, standing and leading teh male from teh room, passing a hand over his blood shot eyes*
Do excuse my aide. He is rather... sensitive... to evil and Diablerists. A useful man to have around, but totally unable to do anything ABOUT what he senses. I dread to think how you appear to the poor boy.
Now... what can I do for you?
*Raoul knew full well Corbin's capabilities. And he knew that such an entrance, unannounced, from the DeSeer heir was very unlikely to end in roses. But to his great credit... he showed not one sign of discomfort or worry. Only polite inquiry.*
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 9:42 pm
Watching as Justin and Jane made their way out, Corbin made a point of flicking his forked black tongue at the male, as then set the cigar back in his lips, and gave Jane a subtle wink.
Upon their exit, Corbin gave a faint chortle as he turned his attention back to Raoul.
"Well I can imagine. A horrid blood reeking cannibal without an ounce of human morals. I'm sure he thinks I'm as likely to eat him as blink."
Plucking from the papers on the desk, he held a map out over his lap, looking it over as he went on.
"Well It was just now brought to my attention that its been some time since i've reported in. Partly, because i've been far too busy to even think of it, but mostly of course because I now out rank you. Reasons aside.."
Plucking the cigar from his lips once more, as he let a dark whisp of smoke hiss out from his mouth, he looked straight at the Prince, all humour gone.
"I've started the second DeSeer generation. I've a childer my own. Norris the Nothing DeSeer, a true monster, like me. Just as arrogant as me, and possibly even more of a moral degenerate as far as human standards run."
Ashing his cigar over the carpet, Corbin then looked back down at the map.
"Your missing a number of the Mekhet's migration trails on this map."
An off topic, off handed comment as it was, it was true. Corbin had been tracking The movements of the Mekhet since his encounter with the small group some months ago in the alley biker bar.
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 10:41 pm
Fascinating. Do feel free to mark it in.
*The Prince held out a pen, expression unreadable. For all Corbin's brashness, and the rather shocking news of yet MORE DeSeer's, he sipped calmly at his drink and ignored the ash on his carpet. Roan had been no different and he had long ago learnt shouting just made it worse*
Yes, Syn outranks something as lowly as the Primogen and Princes, Ego, but dont let your title go to your head. Your Childer will fall under my jurisdiction, Im afraid, and Im sure neither of us wants to make that experiance any more unpleasant than it has to be. I trust you will bring him along when he is ready. Is there anything else?
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 3:33 am
"I like the way you ignore the irony of your advice to me. If I didn't, I wouldn't be the Ego before you now. It would be the old Pride."
Puffing on his cigar yet again, Corbin ignored the pen offered him, and went on.
"I'll take care of it. There is no point in sharing information that may as well be out of date. Besides. The last thing I need is for information to leak, and for the Mekhet to realize i'm on to them. Now as far as Norris goes. True, he falls under your comand, for now. However I have a feeling he wont be taking your line of education."
Taking to his feet, Corbin let a his right hand fall to his belt.
"Watch your step, and your words, Raoul. My childer wont be put through the same sick games that I was forced to endure at both your hands, and thos of the other Syn. Cause my Childer grief beyond that which I deem fit, and you'll see just how much of Roan has rubbed off on me."
Turning, Corbin started back for the door, his body, and attire all changing for tthe guise of a kine once more as the door opened.
"Dont get in my way with the Mekhet, or any other matter of invasion, Raoul. You dont want to appear a burden."
With that, Corbin left, heading back to his car, passing the commotion regarding the corpse in the men's on the way to his car with a slight smirk. He had a fair idea of what would happen next.
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 8:55 am
*It could so easily go wrong. A slight tic though was all Raoul showed as he capped the pen and twiddled it between his fingers, sipping his drink when Corbin was done talking.
He leant back in his chair as Corbin left, eyes focuse don the painting ove rthe door, the noise from outside causing a second tic to start.
As the door shut, he passed a hand over hs haggard features, then pressed a button on the intercom*
Jane, attend me if you would. Tell Justin to take the night off, this building is going to reek for him soon enough. Oh and send a clean up crew to the mens.. send any charges to the DeSeer account.
*After recieving comfirmation, the Prince opened a draw and pulled out a cell phone, thumbing down teh list of contacts. He did not yet hit send though.*
Sir?
Do come in and start cleaning some of this away would you Jane? Oh... and dump the Mekhet files on my desk. Clear out the other Sabbat stuff, I'll need to handle this myself and swiftly.
But I thought you were drafting the Dodger's team?
I was. Now... I dont think it'll be necessary OR profitable. Much as a minor snipe back at Corbin would please me, if HE'S still doign my dirty work even without orders, it suits me to the ground. He's efficient.
He's a bloody lunatic! He's not even human... Justin says he's all Beast... he should be put down.
And you think you could find a gun big enough Jane? Or someone to weild it? Or prehaps you could find a pound to take him, hmm?
*The minor sarcasm in Raoul's voice was enough to silence the Toreador who began filing quietly, whiel Raoul stood and went back to teh window, but turned his back to it, prefering to let his gaze linger on the painting. Only then did he hit 'call' on the phone. It rang only twice*
What did he do?
What makes you think he did anything?
*A smile played over Raoul's lips at both the voice, and its words. At the other end of the phone, Roan was smiling as well*
He's MY son. If he DIDNT do something, then I'll be worried.
Killed one of my men. No doubt he deserved it. And he had a few... harsh... words to say.
Doesnt suprise me. Its not as if you were ever NICE to any of us.
Depends on how you define nice. I saved all your lives, if you recall. Not to mention authority at a point and its efficiency...
I know. And that would be why Im even talking to you right now. You cant expect him or the others to see that though. You didnt train them. I did.
Of course. I did my job, thats enough for me. Besides... he has a kid of his own now. He'll understand soon enough.
Too soon, but you're right. You have a file on Norris?
Only vague notes. He hasnt been on our radar before so intelligence havent got anything juicy for me yet.
I'll send you what I have. You wont be able to treat him as you did my boys.
I wouldnt dream of it. Corbin said the same.
He does have SOME sense, my teacher.
I would hope so. Stay in contact. Even if it is just to indulge an old man.
Of course. Take care Raoul. I'll come see you soon.
Yes, I have a feeling you will.
*Hanging up, Raoul dropped the phone into his pocket, then dropped back into his seat, the Mekhet files now in front of him. For all they were missing a fair amount of information Corbin had, a fair amount had also been filled in, with various names in two colours next to it. Picking up his desk phone, Raoul began the process of calling those he had originally planned to bring in and rerouted them to other targets. Corbin would have his space to work.
Outside, the pandemonium around the Gent's room calmed, and the quiet efficency of the Prince's offices returned*
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 7:10 pm
As Roan had "suggested" to her, Bella had gone back to the apartment and showered before changing into a new, fresh outfit. The smell of bloody had been replaced with a floral scent from the soap and such she had used to scrub it off the rest of the way. Her clothes had been switched out for a dress shirt, the top few buttons on the black shirt were undone and left to expose the tattoos that ran on the side of her neck and the collar around it, too. The shirt was left untucked from her tight jeans, she wasn't going to go too out of her way to look better then she normally did.
Her boots made a faint noise as she walked before nodding to the man that opened the door for her. Slipping into the door, her tail swayed around behind her as she glanced around the building before shaking her head with an amused look. "Hasn't changed," she murmured faintly. Moving towards the service desk, she still had an almost bored look on her face. "I'm Isabella Frost, her to speak to the Prince about some personal cainite matters," she told whoever was on duty. When she used the name, Frost, she almost cringed from the thought of that she was still stuck with that name. She didn't go into details, because she didn't see the point of telling the person there what was going on.
While she waited to be shown on her way to his office or whatever they would take her to, Bella shoved her hands down the back of her pockets while her tail swayed to a tune that was stuck in her head.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 11:24 am
*On entering, Isabella would indeed find herself ushered here and there, through the various rooms that led towards the Princes inner sanctum, and passed from one bustling official to the next, only to repeat what she'd said to the last whiel they consulted lists and peered over glasses at her until at LAST, one clerk seemed to get the point*
Personal? Didnt know such thing existed. Frost, Frost... let me see here... no no no, not that one... no, wrong file entirely... and you definitely arent HIM... oh! THAT Frost...
*A cold, calculating expression form eth clerk, then his head dipped again as he sped read the file he had located, tutting occasionally and making odd sounds in his throat. Coming to the bottom of the page he was reading, he jumped*
Oh! THAT THAT Frost! You should be more specific girl!
*Tossing the folder onto teh desk, where the familiar name of a Mr A Frost showed, he rummaged in his draawers again, then foudn the RIGHT folder*
I dont know, bloody defecting childer all ove rthe place these days, make sthe filing a nightmare.. here we go! Isabella. One of the DeSeer foundlings, I believe. Though.. yes. Affiliated to one of the fledglings. Well, lets see if we cant assign you to someone who should be able to deal with whatever the problem is, though Caine knows if its an issue with teh family, you're in the wrong place. The DeSeer family rank very highly here you know...
Not with all of us.
*The clerk looke dup as someone else entered - a prim looking woman in aflowing purple dress*
Ahh, good evening miss Jane.
I will deal with this one. Return to your duties. This way please ISabella. Im sure we need not trouble the Prince with your concerns.
*Stepping into an immaculate office next door, Jane waited for Bella to follow*
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