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 Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 3:42 pm
*Oh and it would. Every time she was dissastisfied, another finger woudl snap like a twig under her fingers, her cold gaze simply demanding better perfomrance...
Only once Bella had managed this would she allow things to move on. Bella was lucky - she knew what it was to be Cainite, to block pain and HOW to heal. Many of her childer had not been so lucky, and so Roan's impassive, unimpressed face worked to do the job brutality itself had done for others members of the clan*
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 3:53 pm
It took them a while and good bit of broken fingers, but she finally managed to seceded at Roan's request. Managing to get her speed on her healing to be just a few seconds to heal each finger, she looked up at her and silently waited for her to start with the next breaking of bones or whatever else she may chose to do with her. She didn't expect a pat on the head and a cookie for doing well, but she had thought that Roan'd at least nod or show some kind of emotion to see Bella had done as she wanted quickly enough. It only made her think that she had to try and do harder the next time to know that Roan was somewhat pleased with her.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 3:57 pm
That'll do... lets see if you can master THIS any faster...
*she snapped Bella's wrist, then took hold of the fingers of the broken hand, now limp thanks to the inoperable wrist*
Im going to stab a fork through each one of your fingers. Unless you heal yourself swiftly and wriggle each finger, I will pin each one to the counter with some enjoyment. Wriggle it... and I will leave each finger be. Go.
*She grabbed some forks from over the counter and made to start the process, the idea here being the ability to heal swiftly WHILE taking further damage, AND to prevent more form occuring*
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 4:03 pm
Grunting slightly at her now broken wrist, she looked up at her before nodding and starting to heal the wrist while she felt her fingers being stabbed now. Due to the pain in her wrist being greater, it was easier for her to block out that pain and focus on the wrist. Once her wrist was healed, she was able to start healing her fingers and wiggle them at Roan in a mocking manner. She was still a bit slow, due to now her fingers were being injured as fast as she could heal one or even faster, but she was quickly catching on and learning faster. She was also now trying to work harder not just for Iden but for a reaction from Roan.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 4:09 pm
*The process would repeat twice before Roan grunted in acknowledgement that it passed her standards... but she still wouldnt give any reacton or approval for what Bella had achieved. Instead, she lit a cigarette and spent a few minutes enjoying it*
Speed. Tomorrow, I will teach you its true benefits. And at the end of the night, I will shoot you. With the expectation that you will catch the bullets out of the air. I suggest you seek the knowledge of speed in your vitae tonight, so when I instruct you tomorrow, you will know of what I speak.
Ashen's blood may have kept you among the living, but its time you started relying more on the Brujah blood.
*She picke dup a blood pack and drained it, sighing softly*
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 4:16 pm
Leaning back against the counter top once again, she moved her hair across her right shoulder and idly toyed with the edges of the long locks. Hearing what was expected of her, she raised an eyebrow in surprise before nodding faintly. "I'll does as you suggest," she told her, grinning softly before dipping her head slightly to her in silent thanks. "I don't know much on the Brujah's history, would you mind teaching me one day or directing me to someone that would," she asked her, not wanting to ask for even more from Roan, but she was curious. If she was to be trained and raised as one now, she wanted to know about them and learn as much as she could.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 4:20 pm
Brujah and Troile... its a strange story. I'll tell you one day. For now... drinka nd restor eyour energy, and do me the fabour of spending tonight coiled around my son. I dont like the idea of him being alone of late.
*colour tried to flush to her cheeks as she spoke of Iden and her feelings, but she simply wouldnt let it, instead biting hard into her own lip.*
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 4:41 pm
Smirking softly at her words, she nodded before moving off her stool and moving behind the bar once again. "My pleasure," she told her, smiling softly before pulling out a packet now. She'd feed again soon enough when she went to the apartment, but that'd be good enough for her for now. "I worry about him even when I am there," she told Roan, wondering just how much help she was giving him in her current state. Shaking her head with a faint sigh, she started to open her packet and drain the contents.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 3:03 pm
:: When she woke, she had been completely moved from where she last remembered... A jacket lay over her, covering her breasts and groin area. She moved a tan arm up to her head and rubbed gently at the temple. Her fingers moving to and fro in a circular motion. ::
"What the devil was that about.... "
:: She finally realized she was in a room, with a bed, a dresser and a mirror sitting ontop of it. She felt puzzled. What in the God's name had happened? Slowly, she moved her feet to stand and moved the jacket to cover her. She stepped up to the mirror and looked at a reflection that she did not recognize. Her pumpkin coloured eyes starred quizzicaly. She looked at her pinkish red hair and pulled the ponytail out, it fell a little past her shoulders, she tossled it and quirked an eyebrow. Her body, she realized was quite dark. She turned to the left abit, moving her shoulder and arm with her body to look at herself from somewhat behind. Confused and quite dazed she moved from the mirror to the small window that peeked out from beside the bed. She glanced outside and saw nothing out of the ordinary. How had she gotten into this place? ::
:: Her mind had a million things running through it, but had no answers to come up with solutions. Her mind....was completely blank. She turned from the window and moved to the single closet. Opening it slowly she peeked in. Not much was hanging there, but a corset, a rather racy corset, black in colour, hung there, dust covering the top part of the hanger. She grabbed it and tossed it to the bed, then moved to the dresser, hoping she would at least find something to cover her, til she could get something different. Hell... how in the hell would she afford anything ...anyway? She opened the drawer and rummaged through it, finding some socks that matched her hair colour and a red mini skirt. A red ribbon lay inside as well. It made for an outfit, she thought. ::
:: She gathered the clothing and began to undress, quickly throwing everything on. She then moved back to the mirror and tied her hair back up, some of the loose and shorter hair falling to her face, she began tying the bow neatly. Suddenly, she felt a tinge of hunger, her stomach then growled as if in response. ::
"Wonder if I can get some food..."
:: She let her words trail off, wondering if this was really a good place for her to be. She didnt feel indanger, but... what had brought her here? and why did she instantly think it was evil? She moved to the door and opened it, stepping out she closed the door behind her and moved to the railing. It smelled of alcohol. She saw the steps from the corner of her eye and walked towards them, taking each step cautiously. ::
"Hello?"
:: She spoke ever so softly, feeling odd.... Her body even slightly trembling. ::
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 3:46 pm
Her feline ears gave a faint twitch as she heard the creaking of the floor boards that told her she was up. She knew there was no one else there, unless someone had shadow walked... Shooting a quick glance towards the stairs, she paused only a moment to see if she could see her yet before going back to the task at hand. She had been downstairs making some hot tea and sandwiches for them. She figured they'd be light enough not to upset her stomach, but still give her something to eat and keep her strength up with. "Down here," she called out the timid voice, her back to the stairs now.
She may not of been dressed as racy as the other female, but her top certainly did nothing to hide her body, nor did her tight jeans. She wasn't ashamed of her body and didn't care either way about people's whispered words about her. She didn't seem to notice the lewd looks she received from men though. Her 'top' was merely a black string bikini that tied behind her neck then once again around her back. Her jeans were a pair of low rise black, skin tight denim jeans which flared out at the bottoms and nearly hide her black leather boots underneath. All over her body was covered in a light tan fur, her tail and head wings the only two places that was not. Both of them were what appeared to be a smooth, slick soft leather, her tail was swaying behind her in a bored fashion and her wings were tucked against her head.
"Hungry," she asked her, finally turning away from the counter and moving towards the tables and chairs. In her hands was the tray, a small tea pot and two mugs with the plate of sandwiches and under that two more for them. Sitting the tray down on the table, she finally turned to regard her. Nodding to her and offering a small smile, she pulled out a chair for her with one hand while she used her tail to do one for herself. "I'm glad you found something to wear. I wasn't sure if mine would fit or not," she told her, smiling sheepishly before sitting down. It was true, she was rather... large in the chest area - due to her ex-boyfriend's 'creativity' with her new body when it had been created. "I can help you find something else later, unless you like that," she offered, afraid to affend the woman, but she didn't think most women wanted to show so much skin off.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 6:31 pm
OOC::
Hey Theresa hun, just working around getting my character involved, so gonna say that yours wasn't in the bar when they came in, so you have the freedom to come in, appear or what ever however you want. n_n
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With a half burnt out cigarette between his lips, Fenrir poked his head in through the front door to the Tavern, having heard of this place from the other bars he frequented, he knew slightly better then to just walk in blind. Safe, or as near as he could tell, atleast. Though an array of offensive scents caught his senses.
"Alright, so what'll it be?"
Walking in, he made his way to the bar counter, removing the large cloak to fold over the back of a stool, along with his gloves with plates of steel over the knuckles, engraved each with the word 'Fenrisúlfr'. These he left on the seat of the stool, before wondering around to the server's side of the counter.
Giving his long, messy chestnut locks a brush with his right hand, he ignored for now the desire to remove the steel plate over his forehead. Grey eyes fell on the fridges and beers stocked there, and it wasn't long before he pulled out a can of Guinness, cracking it open to sip from, not bothering with a glass.
"I supose I could swing the wedding in, though I still dont know about the suit. Been a long time since I wore anything formal like that. A long time."
Given his current attire, the spurred steel plated motorcycle boots, leather pants and vests designed to guard against both heat, and cold, not to mention the facial hair, it was evident he probably wasn't lieing.
Crossing his arms over the counter top for a leaning support, he grinned like a fool at Rose, a care-free expression, the look of a free man, as he toyed with the idea of even removing the massive broadsword from his shoulders. The idea of being free to let his guard down so much brining motion to that matted old black fur tail of his.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 6:59 pm
Shrugging slightly as she followed him into the bar, taking the cloak off she laid it on a stool along with his gloves. Thinking about it still for a moment, she slipped onto the stool beside their things before bringing one knee to her chest and wrapping her arms around it. "Surprise me," she told him, grinning slightly before resting her chin on her knee. At his words of not wearing a suit, she only grinned more and tried not to laugh. It would be a surprise at seeing him cleaned up and in a suit... but she was laughing at the thought of him looking like he was now and showing up for the royal wedding. "Have you heard of the Lankai family," she asked him, biting nervously on her bottom lip as she waited for his answer. She wasn't sure what he'd think about her marring Loke, but it was right and what she wanted. Had she not, she wouldn't of asked him to marry her, even if things were moving rather... fast. Thinking about the up coming wedding made her grow more nervous as she reached up with one hand to idly fiddle with the single earring in her ear. Noticing how relaxed he seemed to be, she smiled softly before relaxing herself and finding her own tail swaying behind her.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 7:06 pm
Turning on his spurs, cringing some at the sound of them tearing up the floor boards, he sighed, before returning to the task at hand, a drink for the lady.
He wasn't up to this, what the hell did women drink these days? He had been so out of touch with society and anything but meat and brew for so long it was almost daunting. Finally however, he found a bottle of champaign in the fridge. 'Perfect', he would think to himself as he took it, and a single glass.
"May as well celebrate the engagment, eh?"
And so he poured a tall glass, sliding it infront of Rose, before setting the bottle down, and picking up his own can, grey stone eyes rolling up as he contimplaited her query.
"Lankai, Lankai..I think i've heard of them..Cant say for certain. I'm away for months at a time sometimes hunting, so news rarely reaches me."
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 7:21 pm
Her ears flattened against her head for a moment at the noise of his spurs tearing the flooring up before slowly lifting once again after the noise finally stopped hurting them. Raising an eyebrow at the champaign bottle, she slowly shrugged as if to say why not. "Sometime since I've had any," she told him before reaching out to take it with her free hand and sitting up a bit straighter. Waiting to see if he knew of the name or not, she slowly sipped on her glass while watching him. "You were always out of touch with that around you," she teased him before biting on her lip and sitting the glass down. Now for the part of explaining his heritage and who he was... along with who she was to be. "Hm... how to explain this," she murmured faintly to herself before shaking her head slightly. "I know I don't usually hang around the good crowds, but... I finally meet someone that is... different from what I'm use to being around," she told him, biting on her lip. Even at the Order, where she had been the Lady of the Keep when her father was gone, she hadn't been around others with his status then. "He's a Prince," she told him before laughing softly as she thought about how he had been just chasing frog-men. "I mean that in the literal sense, Fenrir... His father is King Lankai... the kingdom is a good bit west of here, probably why you don't know of them... Besides being away from the news and such," she told him, chewing her bottom lip now as she waited for his response to such news.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 7:28 pm
"So your going to be royalty, then?"
For the moment, he didn't seem effected in anyway by the idea, not shocked, nor in disbelief, however that soon changed as he broke out into laughter, his forehead finding the counter as he cackled.
"Your going to eventually become a queen, and rule over a kingdom? Good grief. Right, and i'm going to suddenly be named the new pope, heh."
Raising his head with a dieing chuckle, he wiped a tear from his eye, as he took another sip of his stout.
"Oh well i'm happy for you, congratulations girly, you've hit the jackpot. So have you decided on the wedding parties? Best man, bride's maid, so on and so fourth? I supose this will be a rather, dignified occasion with a lot of fancy guests."
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