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 Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 7:40 pm
Indeed.
Intently, he watched her every expression. THere was truth in her admission; all the questions asked had been an evaluation. He could tell she was telling the truth, because he had gained an understanding of her habits in answering truthfully. It was for this reason that he had wished to speak with her now, while she was perhaps too tired to deceive...
Then, Milady Caelan, I have one final request. I want to know why. Give me a reason why my son must meet his fate before I meet my own.
Eerie calm. There was still the pain of a mourning father, but it was kept quiet inside. There was no hate, no sorrow, nothing on the surface but a glare that was well practiced at keeping people on edge.
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 7:47 pm
"Nothing better to do really. The challenge was nice." Caelan said with a faint nod, beginning to rise from her seat. Moving away, she leaned down towards the fallen priest and pulled him into her arms. A little grin again because she knew that were he conscious enough to know how close to her chest his face was right now, he'd be infuriated.
"I'd offer an apology or some words of consolation, but I feel there's nothing to say. I never was one for those sorts of things."
Turning her back to Thane's father, she made her way for the door, but never really would make it there, sinking into darkness with every step she took until she was gone.
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 8:02 pm
It's not me who needs consoling.
The man seemed satisfied...mostly because of the truthful manner in which he had been answered. It meant he left Caelan to depart, despite knowing he should try and help the crippled priest. A sin, perhaps, on his old bones...but he would endure it as he did the multitude of others that came with life.
For now...he sat, and sighed. Now he could let his facade fall away, and show the degree to which the personal inquisition had hurt to host. He was oblivious, it seemed, to Seraphim's continued presence.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 12:55 am
Well well...
*Slowly, Seraphim's dragons retracted under the table... only to show themselves again as the indigo haired young man stood and moved at last out of his booth.
The dragons laced his upper body, one curving up to breath fire of shadows into the form of a single wing off his shoulder, but he waved them away like so much smoke and approached the grieving man, laying a hand on his shoulder*
I too have recently lost a loved one to the clan DeSeer and their associates. My condolences.
*and then, he passed on by and left. Such a lovely night.*
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 4:02 pm
It's been a long time since I've seen these walls.., thought the Devil as he walked into the Tavern, his deep-set garnet eyes looking around and appreciating the nostalgia that was coming to him. Tail curling by his side and the ankh giving just the lightest of clinks, Roen would raise his arms up and cross them upon his broad chest. Why, he could remember just about everything that happened in this tavern, it was almost sad. Negotiations with the DeSeers, the beginnings of fruitful relationships, even meeting Caelan on...
He paused and looked around, a smile gracing his lips as he looked for--"That couch right there." Chuckling under his breath and smiling all the wider, Roen would make his way over to the bar and plop down on one of the many stools, his sword calloused fingers running absently along the contours of his trousers. Yes, this place was fun back in the day..where the hell is everyone?
Not that he was trying to be an attention whore or anything; but the damn place used to be so much livelier. Fixing the sleeve of his crimson shirt and turning his torso to face the bar, Roen would set the flat of his arms across it and clasp his hands together, eyes looking first to left of him, then to the right. Empty. No server, waitress, or patrons. Why the hell did he come here again?
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 4:40 pm
Caelan, on the other hand, had been here not two fortnights ago, bashing in the skull of a man who had nosed around a little too much in matters that didn't concern him and had eventually pushed his luck too far. With that little even taken care of, Caelan had spent the time since then and now relaxing, with very little to do around the DeSeer mansion. The lot of them were busy as always, rushing round in a whirlwind of events, leaving the Lasombra feeling a bit out of sorts.
Tonight, she had gone out, leaving Azrael behind to attend to business, and so, the door to the tavern opened and along with the gust of freezing wind entered Caelan. The door swung shut again, slamming into the frame behind her, and she stood there for a few long moments, her body oozing an arctic chill that began to creep into the room.
Slowly, the rhythmic click of stiletto heels on hardwood began again, the sound having carried with her the entire way here. It had been almost strange, the few moments she had not heard it as she stood silently at the threshold to the empty tavern. But it wasn't entirely as empty as she had once thought. No, not completely devoid of life.. for there, seated at the bar, was a familiar face. One that she was not entirely happy to see.
With her upper lip twitching into what would no doubt bloom as a sneer, the Lasombra moved back behind the bar to fetch herself a drink. Clearly, she was still hanging on to some semblance of a grudge, not being the sort to handle rejection well, despite the events that played out afterward that proved to be very much in her favor. Slender fingers curved around the stem of a wine glass which was quickly filled with straight vitae.
Not bothering to offer the crimson Devil a drink, she brushed past him and went to settle on that same sofa he had memories of. Not even so much as a hello, or a glance in his direction as she tipped back the contents of her glass and wore a soured expression at the lack of life here. This place had been much more fun in its heyday.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 11:25 am
*Some places attract attention. It may be good, it may be bad. It could be said the Taven twixt Heaven and Hell had SEEN its heyday, and was currently in the backslide of some serious bad attention for a time.
Much had happened here, anyone attuned in the slightest could feel it, and now... outside along one of the walls, a figure moved like the darkness made liquid, testing and tasting the air.
The thing was sentient, though one wouldnt know it from looking at it at present. Tainted shadow, it was no more real to the touch than fog on a damp day, but nevertheless, it was as obviously present to a keen observer.
It, he, was looking for something. He didnt know exactly what, but he would when he found it and the TASTE of it led him... here. Something, someONE tasted right... and would do the job*
Yess....
*The shadow crept up the outer wall to the window behind the bar, thickening the darkness along that lip, flowing under it and in to taint the shadows behind the bar proper as it looked, sensed, tasted. Which of the two present was responsible for this aura? He'd find out, one way or another...*
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 12:10 pm
Caelan.
The Devil thought to himself, brows raising just slightly as he turned his head to the side to regard the Cainite as she sauntered into the bar, his eyes and head appropriately moving to follow her gait as she wandered behind the bar to grab herself something to drink. He remained silent, mildly amused by her lack of detachment to his obvious presence. As gorgeous as she always looked to him, it paled in comparison to the amount of attraction he felt towards her lazy exercise of open hostility. It wasn't so much as the facial expression she wore; but by the way she carried herself. And Roen loved it. It was the kinky side of him that could find allure in a woman who always looked at the ready to curb-stomp someone's face.
Twisting in his seat and turning his torso to keep watching the surly woman, Roen's deep set garnet eyes couldn't help but gaze down to look upon her tightened calves, her stiletto heels doing an excellent job of making eye candy out of them. Alas, though, she finally found her desired place of rest, depriving him of the best of views in the Tavern. Ah, if only. Yes, one of the Devil's great and many regrets in his life. His stomach did a mild flip before he reigned control, slowly twisting his body back into a comfortable position that faced the bar counter. Sighing softly and laying the flat of his arms along the counter, Roen would lift one arm and rest his chin upon it's palm, pursing his lips in thought. Yeah, he wanted to talk to Caelan; but about what? The respect was still there, the ardor was most prominent, and damn he cared about that woman, but---
"What the bloody seer is that?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 12:21 pm
*The man. His choice of words was the most prominant thing to catch the shadows' attention, and then... yes. The 'scent' was coming from him. He would do admirably. Yes.
The shadow flickered a little, then slid back to the far side of the window. How to tempt the man out? It did not wish to speak with him with others around. Especially the other Lasombra. It knew of her, and what it wished... better private, yes.
It wracked its memory. It knew things it shouldnt be able to, and these showed in shadow shapes just without the window. Shapes Roen himself would no doubt know.
Nanatsunaya. Blood vials. A demonic visage. A gargoyle. A scene of a dojo. Finally, a pair of familiar eyes. Memories only one person should be able to share with Roen, especially as these were from his patron deities own perspective...
The shadow retreated from the Tavern into the grounds without. Prehaps the man would come and investigate. If not, it would use the time to plan how best to draw him out to talk. Yes.*
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 12:57 pm
"What is--I don't even."
Roen had seen some freaky stuff in his days; but this was starting to turn out to be the icing on the cake. Was a shadow baiting him? He had shadow boxed before, so maybe this was the shadow's way of getting back? No, it wasn't time to be cracking jokes to himself. Turning his head back to Caelan and then back to the shadow that slid towards the window and started making shapes--shapes of the past. The broken family heirloom, the vials of blood Roen used to drink, a demonic vision, a gargoyle. The destroyed Dojo.
And a pair of eyes that made Roen's stomach to a barrel roll. "Roan." Well, the woman was turned into a cat before, why not a shadow? Blasted woman got into more shenanigans than he ever did. Leaning forward and reaching into his back pocket, the Devil would finger out a few gold coins and place them upon the bar counter. A DeSeer favorite or not, it was bad for business for people to get by on free drinks, and he just wanted to make a gesture to show Caelan was on his mind.
Dropping the coins down and gathering himself up, Roen would fix his shirt, pats the sleeves, and touch up his cuffs before making his way out of the main lobby and out the front doors. Not a word was spoken from his mouth.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 1:04 pm
*Excellent, it followed. That made this much easier.
When Roen emerged outside into the night air, the shadow was gone, but in its place, a white haired young looking man lounged against a tree in the vicinity, eyes lit on Roen, worry on his face. As Roen came closer he stood up and inclined his head*
Blessed be those of the blood... you will excuse me for being forward but... you know of the Bloody Seer. A Mr... Jaeger... is it not?
*Devil. As Roen got closer, the memories and scents married up, as well as the look. Yes, this was him. What a boon... what a boon indeed... such luck!*
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 8:22 am
Booze.
Booze and solitude.
That was what she needed.
It had been a long while since Daegonna had physically left the mansion. She was in no state to do so even now, but she didn't care. Things were too weird, right now. Too ******** weird. She didn't know who to trust, who to reach out to. Being distanced from the clan was the one constant in her life, right now. She knew that lately, she had only been a burden, in the state she was in. But she couldn't fix it overnight. She was trying, gods be damned.
She knew what the easiest thing would have been - Corbin had offered to send her to Ice, and she couldn't deny that that was what she wanted more than almost anything in this world and several others.
But it wouldn't be right.
She was loyal to the clan.
But what, she mused, sinking onto a barstool, is left of the clan? Dagoth is gone. Roan might not even be Roan. Iden ********. Yoachi is trapped under Corbin's thumb. Corbin is...I don't even know. I don't know about the others, either, really.
She stared into the wine glass that had been set before her, glittering blue eyes disfocused, mind anywhere but where she was. Her tail curled around her legs, and her arms wrapped around her midriff.
So bloody cold.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 8:50 am
*Seraphim had become used to haunting the old little used Tavern of late. It was strange to see it so used as it had been on late.
The Blazeheart double of a certain Archivist said nothing as he entered, and headed for his usual spot. He saw Daegonna, but did not directly interrupt her. He rounded the bar for a drink, then sat silently at her side, sipping at the aged merlot*
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 8:56 am
As Daegonna sensed a familiar presence, she sat up straighter, and did her best to quell her trembling. The vacant, weary look on her face was replaced by a calm expression, less despairing, though not exactly happy or hopeful either. She propped her elbows on the countertop, and took a sip of her wine as Seraphim sat down beside her.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, then she turned to face him, a faint smile on her slightly blue-tinged lips.
"Long time no see." She said. She realized he had probably not seen her since before she ended up with this new body, and possibly not since before she'd left for Paris. She couldn't quite remember.
"What have you been up to lately?" She asked.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 9:18 am
It has been a while.
*Seraphim calmly sipped at his drink and was careful not to touch Daegonna or show any emotion towards the differances in her since he last saw her.*
I suspect I have been much the same as you. Mourning that which is lost, and the consequences Im left with.
*His eyes as ever were gentle towards her, when eh did turn his head, to look at her with a soft smile on his lips*
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