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 Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2008 3:12 pm
It would break the rules, pup.
You will NOT speak to any son of mine like th...
And YOU will remember where you are, Lady DeSeer! Is this place not BUILT by your kind to exist AMONG mine? Are nto your own rules so infallible in this place, you have SLAUGHTERED your own, not even those condemned below, for breaking them? THis is the CLOSEST thing I've seen to a set of commandments among your wretched kind and for ALL you shout and stamp, you will NOT raise a finger to me while there is a tournament on.
You're treading on VERY thin ice, human....
Human? Have you become so thoroughly INhuman then, whore?
*Roan said nothing. She merely tore open her top, displaying the gory scars on her chest, snarling at Reinholdt with her claws out*
Yes. I have.
Oh my... what did you DO?!
I cut out that which mattered most and put it where it belonged. Into the family I believe in. Unlike you, who flicks from pillar to post, giving weak loyalties to any you think can do your dirty work FOR you. MY boys... do nothing I would not be willing to do myself. I have sat where Dagoth sits, fought as Corbin fought. What about you, human? What have you achieved?
You know if I die during a tournament, the secrets I have gathered will be published.
That is why I will wait, scum, and see you when this is done. When Bailey's champion proves victorious.
*the two glared at each other, before Bailey's calm voice interceeded*
To fight outside of the arena in this place that has existed for as long as London itself, is strictly against the rules, my pet. Sir Reinholdt here is an eminent member of mortal society and beyond merely owning the largest publication on Gaia, he is also quite the detective and holds many sensitive documents about our kind. Still more worrysome than that... the True Faith he possesses is not only potent, but he can turn it on and off at will. Disposing of him is more hassle than its worth, and painful to boot.
Lady DeSeer however is quite right that you will NOT speak to either my pet OR her in such tones again. Otherwise I will have BOTH of you removed for the duration of the tournament, do you understand Reinholdt?
*His eyes flickered between the pair, both of whom inclined their heads*
Explain it to him, Fear. At least let him know WHY. WHY Dae and I cannot do more than watch.
When a contestant enters the Fang, they lose all identity save that given them by their owner in the eyes of the Fang and its rules. You are NOT Roan's son. You are MY pet. Thusly, for all people will talk of your blood, it is forbidden for Roan or any other specator to favour you over the other entrants, for you to recieve any form of special treatment, save being by my side due to the volatile nature of WHAT you are. You are bound to MY side, MY orders. You will fight because you are told to fight, you will bleed because I wish you to bleed and you will sit in silence if I so demand it under ANY conditions or else.... you will be killed for your disobediance and because you are considered a danger. You have no pride, no will, no say in anything that occurs within these walls. There is a mere price on your existance and no matter HOW high I set it... it will NEVER be enough. And that is why Roan also will not kill Reinholdt until afterwards - it would be favouristism towards you.
*Roan nodded quietly, clearly unhappy about it all.. She stared Bailey down however, not going into more detail about the still open wound in her chest, unless Dagoth asked her about it. That then was why she had felt strange since the moment she entered - she was completely inhuman now, without a heart*
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2008 3:26 pm
When Roan's hand settled upon her thin shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze, Daegonna smiled. There was no warmth behind the smile though. She didn't bother feigning it. Roan knew how she felt.
She followed Roan as the matriarch went to look at the list of names. Daegonna hadn't pieced together who Reindholdt's champion was, yet, but that Roan was so upset made her uneasy.
She listened with growing (but perfectly masked) unhappiness as the others spoke. Then Dagoth's hand settled upon her shoulder. She looked up at him, and forced a smile. It looked genuine; she was pleased to see him, but she was scared, too. She squeezed his hand before he moved away.
When Reindholdt addressed her brother as 'pup' Daegonna very nearly lost her composure. The flicker went unnoticed. The argument between Roan and Reindholdt was much more interesting than anything the little Daemonette might be plotting. She would respect the rules, though, because she knew what was at stake.
That did not mean she wasn't harboring ill intentions. Reindholdt was more than 'on thin ice' in Daegonna's books. As far as the girl was concerned, he had insulted Dagoth, Roan, and herself, and was evidently the kind of bottom feeding scum who used others to do his dirty work, and resorted to threats of extortion. An arrogant, self-centered man who grated at Daegonna's raw nerves. He stood for everything about the opposite sex that she hated.
But she would wait.
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 11:49 am
In the Chasm, the soft, flickering sound of a turning page graced the keenest of observant ears. That sound was joined only by the swishing and scrapping of a bladed tail over the icy floor and its fur rugs and the slight *clink* made by a glass touching the same surfaces.
The youngest Anon had been in and out of the Ice Chasm a good deal recently. It had started with a long stay at home while he had worked to drown out the voices of the Diablerized souls and other voices in his head. Over time he had managed to single them all down to his own voice though, shape them and conform them to him to be compatible. And, as he now lay at home again, the voices were all his own, and, be there what people had considered the ravings of the insane, they were at least all due to him not another part of him or someone else. He had just needed a break away form everything to straighten out his internal affairs it seemed.
After that, he’d spent more time away between his visits back to the Chasm. He had been out and about expanding his horizons as some may say, seeing other parts of the world as he allowed himself a moments rest in his unending span of life. That part, what he had collectively thought of as “Act 2” of his recuperation had started by a hobby he’d picked up while piecing his mind back together; namely, the study of history and polishing up his “artistic skills”. He had found the two to intermingle quite nicely, as art seemed to prove a very good indicator of notable events in history (he had also noticed some of the most astounding works were from such events), and it had instilled in him an interest. He had spent his time away gathering more and more literature as well as a few pieces of art that now hung on his walls. Some were originals, some copies, all of them in their own way stunning and drawing together periods of time from the Dark Ages, the Renaissance, the Baroque period and continuing on up ‘till a few modern pieces.
Some were stolen, some were purchased, it made little difference. It gave him something to focus on.
Most of his exploits had been throughout Europe, Spain, France, italy, england, Germany. All fascinating cultures and history matching their artists.
Now, in the current time, he was eying over more books, leafing through pages of art and time, the large tomes scattered all about him as he lay in the floor of his chamber. His only companions at the moment seemed to be the texts, the depictions, a bottle of Bailey’s and a chalice of blood. He looked calm, but there was still turmoil in that head of his, all his own and united, but still turmoil and deep thought.
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 5:23 pm
*It was both a happy AND an irritated Ice who entered the Chasm shortly after Leer. He wa sirate at being kicked out of the Fang by Bailey, but smirking deeply over his recent interactiosn with Daegonna. In fact... he coudl feel the urge to sculpt coming on.
As he trotted towards the store room however, he realised he was sensing Leer and poked his head in to see what his Chlde was up to. He would be lying if he said he had not missed the young Fiend, but in the style of most Tzimi... he understood their clan often needed time away from each other, to be themselves and uninterrupted.*
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 5:35 pm
As Ice had detected him so had Leer noticed his Sire. They were blood after all and blood was something he never forgot.
He took time to glance at Ice then looked back down to his book to finish a few lines before turning the page and turning his full attention to the elder Tzimisce. he rolled over on his side, resting on his hip and propping his head up against his hwrist while his elbow held an angle against the floor.
"Evening, Ice...been a while, hasn't it?"
His voice had it's usual quality, as did his form but there were signs of joy inhis voice of being back and feeling more...himself. He'd had his little hiatus, his time away from it all and he felt he'd gotten what he needed out of it.
Yes, it had felt good to be alone, good to have all the time in the world to think, but he had missed the chaos after a while, among other things.
Bottom line: he was glad to be back.
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 5:41 pm
*One of the FEW things Roan and Ice agreed on - blood called to blood. Though he would never say so out loud, prehaps he was even incapable of realising he even felt it, Ice was damn glad to see the kid back safe and sound.
He crossed the frozen floro wordlessly, coming to stand over Leer, his hand reaching out to trace his childe's cheek softly*
Good evening childe.... indeed it has. You are well?
*A slight smile came ot his violet lips, tail swaying behind him*
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 5:55 pm
Leer allowed Ice to stand over him and touch his cheek. Not in a cocky manner as if he could have truly stood against Ice, but in a way that showed he didn't mind it. He knew what his Sire was capable of with just a touch, but he didn't fear him the way common folk did. He DID still fear Ice in some ways, that much was wise, but he didn't cower away from him like a scared mouse form a cat.
"Well enough, Sire. Certainly better than I've been in a while."
It was nice to have one's thoughts all to one's self again. true, he had the memmories of the dead, but the memmories were his now. He had taken them so he may as well keep them as his...they wouldn't serve the dead much good now.
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 6:01 pm
You seem better than when last I saw you. More... controlled. I hope you took some lesuire time though?
*He glanced past Leer as he dropped his hand and his gaze fell on the material Leer had been reading. He pounced on oen tome, showing a concept sketch of Leonardo's 'The Magi', comissioned for a church who decided the image had been too controversial. His gaze took in further volumes of Leer's , a finger darting out to caress an image here, tongue flashing over his fansg as he registered another there.... he too coudl appreciate the nature of the topic Leer was studying*
... I'll take this as a yes.
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 6:25 pm
"That I did...quite a bit of it."
Leer's eyes followed Ice's fingers as he pointed to and looked over various works of art in the books. He knew Ice was an artist, but it was interesting to see the way he took to the works set out upon the floor.
"They're quite lovely aren't they...these have been my closest friends for the last few months."
he took a moment to finish off his driks, by mixing the blood and Bailey's and downing the remnants in one final, long gulp beofre getting up and crouching near Ice's currently picked out work.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 5:55 am
Leonardo.... always I have loved his work....
*He traced the piece, pointing out the sketch*
The picture of the Magi was sketched by him, but abandoned when the monks saw what was ot them the blashemphy it woudl be as their alter piece and he was chased away. Years later some AMATEUR finished it and covered over the pieces they did not like to try and sell it as a Leonardo. It was neevr sold as such and only recently uncovered to be a Leonardo sketch beneath... the lines are beautiful, are they not? I particularly loved his sculptures... he was my inspiration for many years. Have you chosen a muse yet, my childe? A field to make your own? I know the artist lives within you, and you have the gift of making even the living subjects to your whims...
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 9:24 am
"He was quite the artist...The Renaissance was a marvelous time for artists. At least, I can assume such by their works."
Leer looked down at the piece, his eyes following Ice's hand as he traced over the piece. Once ice had finished he scanne dover the whole piece, taking in the small details ad the masterful linework.
"It is blessedly overwhelming the feelings inspired by what was at first mere paint or stone. In a way, I feel closer to some of these men, just by their drawings, than to any other...they feel as though brothers to me. For ,as though through or own Discipline, they managed to take such simple things as canvas, stone, ink and a subject and create such shining examples of beauty and inspiration. And yet, despite this, they like us were criticized for nothing more than seeking to create perfection..."
His eyes glanced over at other pages. then up at the works on the walls. his eyes gleamed with amusement and desire, almost a lustful nature about them. it matched the eerilly excited nature brought by the usual cold voice.
"Boticelli, Leonardo, Michaelangelo, Raphael. The list goes on, and all of them brilliant in their own ways.
Ah...To emulate their brushwork would be wonderous...
And yet, to make the mortal flesh as united and perfect as they have done!
To do what they have done with a mere brush would be glee, and to give it a new dimension would be the same times over!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 9:32 am
Then you have truly awakened childe. Your observations are astute, your understanding... immaculate.
*Ice petted Leer's shoulder with affection, then led him towards the exit of his room*
Show me what you have learned. Come choose your canvas.
*The destination? The storage room of course, and the men and women Ice and Bailey kept JUST to work on, kine kept on ice for their own amusement*
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 5:12 pm
Leer stood with a smirk and took a short bow as he followed Ice out of his chambers, tail swaying behind him in an opposite motion of his hips.
"I thank you for and accept your acknowledgement...But I feel still as a child...unskilled, and a tad clumsy in comparison to a master."
A sidelong comment thrown out as a statement of current, the present, knowing he would improve over time and with direction. He was new to this kind of artistic feeling and he was not going to call himself a genius in it until he felt he ahd earned it fully.
His smiled widenned to show both pairs of fangs, topa nd bottom, as he caught sight of his selection of "canvases".
"But of course, practice leads to perfection eventually....
Ah, I'm eager to begin! But let me not get ahead of myself...the right intention is nothing without a groundwork...I must have one that is perfect to be made into true perfection..."
Mid-phrase he bounded off into the room, quite eager to find his "perfect" subject. every now and again he would stop at one of the chilled Kine and make a brief, yet thorough examination. Sometimes he merely shook his head, other times he nodded as if to make note that that one might work. Either way he moved on, merilly going down the list and making his checks while he nurtured his inspiration for his first work.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 2:32 pm
*Ice smiled like a doting father as he watched Leer move among the kine, seeking his canvas. Soon, soon enough, Leer would be ready to see his masterwork and appreciate it, whiel ICe woudl gain Leer's art to indulge in in turn.
For himself, he selected an asian male as his canvas, wandering back to Leer's rooms to await the younger fiend*
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 2:53 pm
For about five minutes more Leer did his rounds, looking here and there for what he wanted. He carried a joyous yet refined look with him. business and fun mixed with hunger. hunger to create and to enjoy what he would make.
Though he ahd little idea what he would craft which made selecting a subject rather hard...
In the end, as he trapsed back into his chambers he brought with him a standard caucausian male. Nothing special about him really. Just your average John Doe, a little on the thin side, but not much else. Nothing special about the canvass except that, because there was nothing extraordinary about it, it was cimpletely able to be shaped in whichever way suited Leer at a momment's cause.
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