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 Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 2:56 am
Luther gladly took her Jibes, and merely smiled at them. "I leave a calling card as more of a Taunt then an actual card for contacting me, I am somewhat a celebrity amongst the police in this fair and just city." He grinned, his beige and crimson teeth glinting in the moonlight strangely, as it were a forced affect in a corny and uninteresting movie. He grimaced at the red head remark, but shrugged it off, he always had to tell people, Crimson, not Ginger, but he didn't do this for Cosette, that would be rude. He quite liked the name Mr. Creepy, it was so simple and childish, not the guise of a Serial Killer, the guise of a deranged Clown. He then saw her fall, and quickly melted into a shadow, a split second later he was next to her, keeping her upright, Nobility musn't be injured, that's the first thing he learned in the Circus, always let the Wolfman ravage and toy with a Peasant in the bad seats. He put her on her feet quite delicately, and sat down, panting, teleportation was a draining process. "Are you alright, ma'am?" He asked, gaining his breath into a steady pace. He knew he would look a fool to some, but he had to be polite, it was what he was brought up to be.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 11:36 am
Armand watched the girl fall, and a slight smile crept upon his face. as the one who bowed to him caught her, he almost chuckled, walking closer to them, feeling it more personal not to keep distant from them.
"I would recognize that behavior anywhere...You must Be Cossette." He said, suave in demeanor. HE had met her once before, a fleeting image in his mind from the old days.
"Red hair is not my natural color. i suppose this was a gift from my curse." He offered the excuse, even if it was true.
"So what find you both In New York?"
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 12:20 pm
Luther looked at him, it was like inquiring the loser of a race how he felt afterwards. "Well, an agent of the Void politely enquired for me to be here, because it is my natural place. Destiny, if you will." He scratched the spot on his back where the Agent had managed to get him, it still hurt on cold nights. He then remembered about Cosette's inquiry about where he planned to go, to be honest he hadn't thought about it. He turned to her, and said "Well, anywhere in the Warm to be perfectly frank, ma'am, you may choose."
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 4:56 pm
Julian smiled and nodded her head, rubbing her hand over her slightly bulge stomach.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 6:14 pm
"Voidmaster...heh." Armand said, leaning back and putting his hands in his pockets. he could feel the conceiled eight shot pistols digging into the small of his back.
"I try not to mess around in any world but our own." He took out a pocketwatch and noted the time. he took in a deep breath and exhaled.
"I miss the warmth of the sun a little everyday, but you know, this damp night air does the soul good. even if-" HE breathed again. he smelled lycans. he didnt care really, ifthey attacked him, it was a different matter, but for the most part, he maintained as much of a neutral position as possible. rahter a hard thing considering his ammunition was custom made to take care of vampires just as well as lycans.
"What about you cosset? a simple whim, i suppose?" HE smiled at her in his most seductive tone, simply wondering if he could play this game as well as she did.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 7:09 pm
Kuro walked into Central Park, whistling a happy tune as he readied his rifle near the entrance. He looked at the different creatures in the park and wondered who would find him first if he fired. "A few lycans and a few vampires, which to shoot, which to shoot?" He questioned, but answered in his usual manner; he opened the rifle and found Uv bullets, "Vampires it is!" he quietly exclaimed, finding the perfect place to shoot.
{Vampire hunter here.}
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 7:44 pm
“Oh yes, I am quite alright. Thank you” Cosette muttered, Whispering so softly that only her savor would have heard her. She was smiling, grinning from ear to ear like a mad Cheshire cat. So pleased of herself, so very grateful to have someone that when poor Cosette was threatened, He would rush to save her from any unnecessary complications. It might be that Luther years ago had been a lowly commoner, lectured, taught and, and brought up to respect those of high status simply because they had money. Dealt the good hand, They were obviously the better person. And he knew exactly how to treat them. With courtesy and respect, No matter now forged or phony it may be. With her keen curiosity, She saw straight through it but was pleased that he would extend the effort. He was the model of how all men ought to act, Regardless of their status.
Armand on the other hand, He had budged as single muscle when Cosette was toppling over. Paired with his looming height, spanish heritage and now apparent disrespect for her safety, Cosette didn't fancy him all too much. It wasn't until her name was spoken that she paid any attention to him, tearing those baby blue's off Luther's red hair that her charming smile instantly dropped from her lips. Replaced by an unflattering frown, She just shrugged her shoulders. Such a casual human movement.
“I don't know what you are talking about. I've never met you before.” She paused, beginning to fidget with her golden locks, patting the perfect ringlets back into their proper place after her dramatic fall. Her hair and appearance so much more important that speaking to Armand, but when she satisfied a whole minute later, intentionally keeping him waiting; She started back up. “Obviously, Even if I had met you before, You must have been awfully boring not to make any sort of impression.” Her tone was flat and cold. Clearly not impressed with Armand despite the dangerous combination of both age and nobility.
“I don't know where to go, Creepy. “ Cosette turned her focus back on Luther, a grin popping right back on those lips. “ I don't have the slightest idea where anything is. It's all so big and loud. I'm only here because...I caused some trouble and things got a bit messy in the previous..city. I was having all sorts of fun, but then they caught on. Downright ruined my fun.” With a little 'hmpf', Cosette crossed her arms over her chest, pouting and acting childish over the matter. She didn't go into details, but it was clear that her sort of 'fun' certainly wasn't the innocent type.
((So sorry that I am so slow posting, Guys. I'm in the process of moving. ))
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 9:23 pm
"you never met me, but you where all the rage at the masquerade. nobody could foget that face." He chuckled. he leaned to the side and cuaght himself on his cane, which conceiled a rapier within.
"As for me. I was brought here from spain a long time ago. and i have been living with relatives for the past hundred or so years. Im the blakc sheep of the family of course, but what do you expect after five hundred years?" armand sighed. cosete never seemed like the social type. but he caught a glint in her eye that made him wonder if she enjoyed some of the same sins he did.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 8:19 am
Luther scowled, his commoner sense hadn't been able to distinguish nobility, but now he saw it; a Spaniard if he ever did see one. He kept a grip on HIS Cane, which was the same Opera-Esque Hidden Blade rig, when he was seriously fighting he used his Machete, or his whip, but when someone didn't pose a serious threat he usually ended up using his Theatrics to defeat them. "I may dabble in the Unknown, but can you honestly say that you are honestly any different, sir?" He put particular Venom into the Sir, he could immediately see that this person was the OTHER type of Nobility, the seemingly modest one who didn't flaunt there heritage, they had no right to act like us, we wouldn't act like us if we were them! He had been taught that Nobility could behave how they liked, WHY behave like Commoners?
"My friend, when you are as forthright as me you learn to see things in people, I can see you're the type who tries to outwit people, even though your Wit is a blunt instrument compared to the razor sharp knives of others minds, but seeing as you have Money and Power you expect most of them to play along, but I do not buy into it." He thought he had the right to say it, Nobility was one thing, but Spanish Nobility meant nothing to him; who were they to say how he lived?
He smiled at Cosette, “It’s what any Gentleman would have done.” He said smoothly, glaring at Armand, who hadn’t even vainly attempted to help. Suppressing a yawn as Armand talked, he said “Well the best bet would be Bribona, but that is a fancy restaurant, and I wouldn’t dare to enter such a place. Las Noches is a loud and flamboyant, a good place to go when you have accustomed to the noise of the City. We could go to an Apartment, but mine’s” He coughed slightly, thinking of the Torture pit which is his Apartment, a Lady of nobility shouldn’t have to see the horrors it held. “Unfit for a Lady. I would suggest yours, but I daresay that you haven’t looked into your living issues yet. My best bet would be a recreational room in the Hideout; at least there we are safe from, say, the rather loud Hunter who has forgotten he is dealing Vampires.” He had heard Kuro muttering to himself and checking the Rifle, and knew what was coming their way if they didn’t get out of here.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 10:54 am
"Oh, that might explain it then." Although, Cosette still didn't seem to be very pleased with Armand's excuse. He claimed to know 'of' her and she wanted to know exactly what he had heard or seen of her that might have peaked his interests. She was in fact, quite the sociable creature but she wasn't known for being the most polite. She was nobility at it's worst; french, smug, confident, and downright conceded. There was so reason she ought to pretend and play nice to the less fortunate, she was the rich one. The born gifted, it was damn well her birth right. And even though she made a clumsy, delusional, and rather weak young vampire; despite that she was quite meager compared to the viodmaster and the 500 year old vampire, there was no way she allowed it to blemish her straight forward personality.
"I suppose it would be terribly easy to remember me. I would never wear a mask at a masqurade, I just wouldn't be able to bare putting anything over and hidding this face." Her face, she clapped her delicate white hands against cold cheeks, a round face so perfectly proportional that she would have no trouble at all playing the park of an eerie living doll.
Luther began speaking and at once, Cosette was entirely distracted watching curiously and listening with a horribly smug smile as he spoke down to Armand, planting the spanish noble straight in his place. She nearly started laughing, but managed to contain herself with only a few rebellious giggles bubbling over until Luther was finished and had once again turned his lavish attention on her.
" Las Noches is faaaar too loud, you don't want me having a mental breakdown, do you? I suppose the hideout it is then." She shrugged again, peering over her shoulder as she caught the clumsy muttering of the poorly hidden hunter. "I don't want to be here when that idiot gets too excited and shoots himself in the leg." Cosette spoke loud and clear, plenty loud enough for Kuro's poor hearing to catch her tone; clearly not caring for his obvious presence. "So Mr.Creepy, are you able to do some of that fancy vooodoo magic to save us from having to trample all over the city to reach the hideout?"
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 11:54 am
Armand stod up a bit straighter. He heard people speaking in the manner he knew back at home.
"Hold your tongue and know your place." HE said, without hesitation. he stopped again and wondere where that had come from. he looked again and Luther.
"You dress and act like a gentleman...I have no doubt you have what power you require. that was an impressive display of magic. but I learned int he gold rush how to shoot with the best of them, and my eyes are trained.SIR." He said, his accent catchign on even more now. he straightened back his hair and looked at luther down his nose.
"I was born a noble... the DUKE of SPAIN." HE said proudly. "ANd I rightfully died in battle against a foe, our swords in eachothers hearts. unfortunately, my killer had fangs, and the blood seeped into me. so, the moral of this pitiful truth is that i havent a peasant bone in my body!" He pointed his cane at luther, smiling.
"DO not be fooled by appearances." He said wickedly. "If i acted the way i really am in this day and age, do you think i would have survived the vampire hunters newage movement? Do you think i would have stayed in contact with my ldescendants and become a major stockholder in their new corporations? NO!" He said, smacking his cane against the ground. a small puff of green mist smoked from the tip.
"You dare insult me..." He said slyly. "When you forget my time was over when that blade entered my heart. i am simply a vampire now. aristocrat or not. so get over it and get on with your afterlife." He leaned forward, his other hand seated lightly ontop of the other holding his cane, and stood upright again.
"Nobility means nothing to the mases, only to those who remember it."
"And to be honest miss cossette, it wasnt your face i remembered. It was your mannerisms and that fake faint." He siad, no spite in his voice, but a bored looking face. he turnedback to luther. It had been a long time since he had snapped back into his aristocratic sense... after all this time, he wasnt sure he liked it
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 12:37 pm
Luther watched him, fury clouding his eyes, his fists starting to clench themselves into almost pain. He took off his top hat, letting his crimson hair full down to its natural messy appearance. "Sir, underneath I am still a peasant boy, but at least I have the ettiquette that you only WISH you had." He scowled, and spun his cane a few times. "What reasons would a Vampire need money? We have everything we needover Humans, the better powers, appearances, there are no fat Vampires, only Humans become malformed and heavy. Money is their foolish little way of pretending they have something, why take THAT as well? Money only causes problems and complications, hard to do the things we do with Media breathing down your neck." He grinned, this time with humour and decour, "Oh, the DUKE of SPAIN, my apologies my friend, I didn't know that Dirt Farmers had royalty." He didn't hide his contempt for anything Spanish "And if you acted the way you really are in this day and age you would have privacy and dignity, but I can tell by your stature you are a stranger to dignity, and I can tell by your flamboyancy you are allergic to Privacy."
He turned to Cosette again, and smiled, "My Voodoo can get us back to France if we so wished." he laughed slightly, "But I may need a breather and some blood afterwards." He withdrew a blood pack, and downed it, making sure to keep it as Gentleman like as possible. He got out a hankerchief and dabbed the errant spots of Blood, closed his eyes, flinging his arms into the air, the shadows racing from the Trees, converging on His and Cosette's location. He turned to Armand, and waved arrogantly, putting back on his top hat, his hair still messy. "Take care, sir." He said, the Shadows slowly starting to climb his and Cosette, pulling them into the Void, "It has been immense fun." The shadows swallowed him completely, they still trailed up Cosette, she couldn't channel them like he could, so she would take a second or two longer.
-{Exit to: The Coven Main Room}-
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 3:11 pm
Armand did not twitch a muscle after this. "Privacy... heh. a gand ellusion of hermits, wouldnt you say, cossette?" He still did not smile. "Its much better to be out and about." He turned on his heals and walked intot he shadow of the bridge where the dead body still lay. he turned around and withdrew his pistol, the shot firing at where Luthers hat had been. he had fired just in time for the bullet to make contact, leaving a small gash on the side.
"A present for a peasant." He said, the gun of the revolver still smoking. the bullet ricocheted off a concrete wall a ways in the distance. amrnad let out one "HA!" And turned around, cane in hand, storming away.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 6:52 pm
The Sacred Priestess Julian smiled and nodded her head, rubbing her hand over her slightly bulge stomach. ((sorry for the late reply i've been really busy lately)) Damian placed a hand on her stomach "I think i felt it kick" he smiled.
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 8:00 pm
Cosette was almost beginning to feel ignored, Small and tiny standing between the two taller male vampires who were going back and forth relentlessly discussing the proper edict and how the other ought to act. An entire conversation that included merely three sentences in her direction. Cosette nearly wondered if she had slipped away, If either would have noticed the blond disappear while they continued on in their heated argument, but before Cosette had a chance to test the theory; Luther pleasantly turned his attention back on her.
Cosette wasn't quite sure what she had expected if that fancy voodoo magic, but it sure wasn't that. Her breath caught in her throat, watching with wide blue eyes as the shadows slowly creped up her figure. Luther had disappeared before her, The dark shadows enveloping him under there was nearly nothing left. She would have rather that it didn't take him so swiftly, As uneasy as she was; She would have liked the company as it reached her shoulders.
And then she noticed Armand continuing on the banter, watching as he took out that petty little weapon and took aim at what was barely left of Luther's fancy hat. Less than a second and a gunshot later, She saw with a little gasp the tragic hole tearing through his hat.
“Oh, seriously now! That wasn't very nice. Need to use that measly pistol to get your point across? Really now, Be a real man, You--” Cosette yelled across the park, Still talking when the shadowed finally enveloped her and then she was gone.
-{Exit to: The Coven Main Room}-
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