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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 5:37 am
"You can always trust, that I have your best intrest in mind. I haven't informed Raoul that you have been recovered from Hades yet, and until your ready I intend to bare his weight."
Starting to walk away from her, he straightened his shirt and began the approach on the ice chambers.
"I'll get Jan, and we can get out of here. You dont have to stay in the mansion, if you insist, but this isn't the place for your R and R. We'll sort something out."
Standing at the top of the stairs that Jan had toppled down, Corbin sighed, knowing full well what was inside.
.:"Jan, I have secured Roan. We're leaving, preferably before Ice comes home.":.
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 12:48 pm
I'll be in contact Leuitenant. Please inform the Prince I am safe and well and will be returning to him shortky. Also... you may as well tell him now about the sword. He'll already know anyway and you dont want to get reprimanded for witholding information.
*She stood up, not facing Corbin and began to walk away*
Our decisions lead us to war, Corbin. And a thousand lives hang in the balance.
.: You came looking for me, my ghoul... :.
.: Yes. You only ever made me. Its in the blood. Have I not always followed you? :.
.: Thank you. Accompany Lord DeSeer. Events are moving once again :.
.: Yes, Sir DeSeer :.
*Her brow furrowed at his last sentanc,e then she shrugged and vanished into the forest. Jan in the mean time climbed the steps and bowed to Corbin*
Do you... know whats down there, sir? And I dont just mean the gory statues... Leaving would seem to be appropriate indeed...
*Shuddering a little, and reflecting that NO amount of years could ever get him used to teh monsters he served, Jan moved well away from teh icy steps behind him and closer to the relative comfort of the DeSeer heir*
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 10:26 pm
As Roan left, and Jan re-joined Corbin he sighed.
"Damn it all. Stay safe mistress."
Cobin shook his head and began rubbing his temple with his right hand.
"I've seen, Jan. I've seen."
With that, and nothing more to say, Corbin gave a snap of his fingers prompting a group of five ghouls to appear in a square formation around the pair, and one that would walk at point position. The point position ghoul however was different from the others. it had not only been upgraded, but its pay load had been revised aswell. On its back the ghoul carried a large cubical case of ammunition along with an RPG launcher. In its right hand it carried a staggering cannon that bore a breech loading system and fired 30mm rounds. Along the side of the cannon 'DeSeer ARMS' was engraved, and the ghoul wore much the same armor as the regulare ghouls however beneath its skeleton had been reinforced and expanded, so instead of a frail rib cage it 'wore' a solid 'vest' of bone hardened several times over. On the sleeves of its uniform it wore a patch that displayed the DeSeer logo enveloped with a circle of text reading 'DeSeer ARMS assault division'.
"Well, I'll be on my way Jan. I need to inform the Prince as Roan had requested. These ghouls will see to it that you arrive back at the mansion safely."
With that Corbin gave the butler a pat on the shoulder before returning to a shadow form, then vanishing.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 12:17 pm
THESE will protect me? Oh dear my lord...
*Jan shook his head and sighed - he was as old as Roan... actually slightly older and had been a servant of the dead far longer than Corbin had been alive... yet still it was somehow endearing that Corbin saw fit to protect him thus. Nodding to his escort, Jan followed them home, careful not to answer the bleeping pager at his waist in the presence of the ghoul team*
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 2:22 pm
About time they left...
She's almost AWARE, isnt she?
... I wondered where you'd got to, Ice. Been having fun?
*Bailey's voice was snide as he re-entered the living quaterts of teh chasm, turning his eyes to one of the 'Corbin' statues, highly unamused as it stepped through the concealing ice and melted its features back into those of Ice's faun form*
Yes. I have. Problem?
The Judges are NOT pleased.
I wouldnt think they are. What are they going to do? Report me to War?
Maybe.
Hah! You know how THAT would turn out.
Besides the point. You're gonna get hauled in and punished for what you did. That boy is dangerous. What your doing is suicidal.
I can look after myself - in the long run, it's helping our cause. He wont argue the toss when the orders are passed down. I dont mind getting beaten for it.
Suit yourself. I just dont want to have to get my a** kicked getting revenge for you when he brutally mutilates you.
Meh. I'll get reborn.
The Council conveyned without us.
I know. Raoul called me a few hours ago.
*seating himself, Ice snapped his fingers, ghouls appearing bearing drinks for the brothers, as well as the official scrolls the Syndicate had delivered*
We're to meet at HQ in a few days. You heard I assume?
Oh yes. How do you think she'll take it?
She'll hit the roof. He'll follow. The third one will get his anger back. They'll accept it in the end.... its inevitable after all. They all carry the blood.
Mmm... if she says no, she becomes a host only. Probably for Lye.
And she wont do that. She puts everything into her word. This project started as just that... but of course Famine guessed right... too young to keep it as just that.
Its the past. It makes our line powerful.
So then which one takes it? Thats the problem.
Your obsession will. The other one'll go ballistic though...
Makes the clan work, so who cares?
Did you hear the new title?
Vengeance.
*Ice smirked and sipped his drink, resting his head back*
It's all so perfect. SO... poetic. I cant wait.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 7:57 am
*It had been weeks since the brotehrs had both been home at once, but Ice had managed tyo steal a few days peace, mostly thanks to Roan and now, he was coming to teh end of teh project he had decided to start.
Stepping back, he smiled as he beheld the work her had been focused on for the last week without rest.
Now, not only did the joinjt Corbin models dominate the room in their icy prisons, but the rest of teh players extended through teh ice aroun dthe room.
To Corbin's left, poised ina vicious snarling leap, her Daemonic protector depicted behind her, Roan's form shimmered in the crystal clear medium, the Hebrew sayings magnified by teh lights refraction.
Next to her, Zachridek, poised in a widened offensive stance. Then Azrael, his shinigami robes static in the solid ice. Dagoth flanked Azrael, also depicted in shingami robes but with Atlantean sigils framing the icey prison he stared out from.
To Corbins right, the effgies of the rest of the Syn members, save for the 4 leaders, stood impassive. The rear of Ice's seating area was filled with a menagerie of totem animals - Roan's phoenix flying over the others as he smirked at his work. Exhausted, he sank into a chair and gulped at a pitcher of vitae, wiping his mouth on his sleeve*
Je suis finis.... heh
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 8:09 am
... what have you done?!
*Bailey paused almost in horror as he descended the steps into the chasm*
I redecorated.
What the hell?! Why? What's this all about Ice...
It's ART.
It's US you idiot... you WANT people to find out?
No one comes here save those involved - this is a half dimension.
Ice, this is getting ridiculous...
But isnt it wonderful how its HIM who stands out? Even surrounded by the restrictors...
Ice, he doesnt. It's just you...
*Ice stared at Bailey, looking hurt*
Quiet. When Engel moves... no one will hurt my precious sculpture.
Ice... you really REALLY need to let this go...
He has a daughter.
I know Ice but...
She's part Lamia.
Ice, I KNOW but...
She.... is not interesting. He is.
ICE!
I need to sleep. Then I have orders to deliver.
*Standing, he left the room, his eyes bruning red. Bailey sighed and plopped into a chair, looking at the new sculptures his brother had created in his absence. Turning his eyes to the totem's, he groaned as he realised there was one more than there SHOULD have been....*
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 8:10 am
*Moving through the icey chasms of his home, Ice's hooves trotted over the hard floor and led them to a clear room. Looking in, it was swiftly apparent that despite the see through walls and heavy door, this was a cell.*
In all things he will be taught and his pride shalt be undone. The clear prison of his sin, a playground far from sun.
*Smirking at the troupe following him, Ice opened the door and stepped within, picking up the collar chained to the wall*
Hands up who wants to play pin the collar on the monkey!
*Roan glared, her fansg grinding with barely controlled rage*
I'll tell you one thing, fiend, it wont be you.
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 8:13 am
Still with his arms folded, the coll atmosphere of the ice chambers not forcing a single shiver, of goosebump from the Cainite's near completely bare hide, Corbin snarled.
"I told you before, Ice. Your gonna work for it, you little pig trotter gimp. Lets just get this ciscus over with."
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 8:16 am
*She sighed - now she knew why she had been told to deliver Corbin personally. Ice was playing Arquistas's role, and that meant SHE woudl have to deliver him into Ice's clucthes fully, just as her Sire had done to her*
Corbin. Kneel down.
*She glared briefly at Ice, but her tone brooked no leeway for Corbin. It was quite simply an order, one she hated even as she took the simple yet so offensive item out of Ice's hands.*
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 8:20 am
Shifting his eye to Roan briefly, Corbin then looked back to Ice, his expression loathing and violent, as he after a brief moment, reluctantly took a knee. His look didn't shift from Ice for a moment however.
As his knee hit the ground, it seemed to bare the weight of all his pride, the pride that Ice would have to break, much as this weight did the icey floor, sending cracks through the ice to the wall and door behind him, though faint hairlines, they spread wildly.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 8:26 am
*The sound of fang grinding down fang was all that accompanied Roan's move to secure the collar about Corbin's neck, every move reluctant yet necessary. When she was done, she stood up and galred at Ice, but said nothing.
Ice merely stretched out a hand, fresh freezing air filling the cracks Corbin caused, then belnding hem seamlessly back into the walls and door.
Walking towards Corbin, Ice ran his hand along the chain that ran form the collar towards the wall, where it penetrated the ice and finally found its anchor in the stone behind it all. Smiling, the Tzimisce wrapped a hand around the metal links and pulled, hard*
Your retainer will sleep in the room next door Corbin. Vengeance. Your role here is done. When his education is complete, he will be returned to you. You may leave.
*Snarling, Roan dug her nails into her palms*
Your a worm Ice. I hope he fights you every step of the way for YOUR pain and torment, much as I wish none on him. May you bleed a million times over for his pain.
*Nodding to COrbin, she turned, and without any other option, left*
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 8:30 am
Corbin gave no slack to the tug on the chain connected to the collar he wore, niether his neck nor head budged, as he defiantly allowed the collar to press hard against his wind pipe. It wasn't of any real use to him anyway.
Returning the nod Roan gave him, he smirked. Oh how he'd make this a tour of duty for Ice. At every chance, he would fight back, and torment Ice with his arrogants, and stubborn attitude.
"I'll see you soon, Roan."
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 8:42 am
In the sixteenth century, a Tremere mage did, with the aid of a man of Syn, capture and subdue an enemy whose very existance was a trouble to the foundation of our great organisation. This man was named Arquistas, his prize, the famed Lady DeSeer, though back then her name was not known as it is today.
For fourty years Arquistas sculpted and molded his captive in an unquestioning killing machine, a slave to the will of the grand design, and to the final goal. His work ended there in his betrayal and use of the weapon against his own masters, but that is a story for when you yourself have learnt humility and duty. The great work continued for a further 450 years for the Lady... we dont have that much time with you. If you do intend to see you Sire again any time soon, the lessons must be learnt fast.
*Ice released the collars chain and stepped towards teh door, beckoning Schnieder to follow*
The collar for now will fit you well - it is made specifically for you. However, if you attempt to tamper with it or break it, it is lines on the insdie with small spikes which will extend if jostled too hard, and each one contais small injection of haemoxinate. You will also find it night on impossible to pull teh chain form the wall, and the ice of your prison will regenerate even as you damage it.
I have evry faith you will make this as hard as possible, and so my initial interactions with you shall suit your own level of development. You are little more than an animal at this point, boy, and shall be starved. Once you are good and hungry, we shall work on your basic manners and ability to follow orders, for which you will be rewarded vitae. Any day you do not obey, your vitae will be withheld.
*He opened the door, then as if remembering something, turned back*
Oh and while we're at it dont think Magra will be helping you out... as Syn, its my pleasure to close down every restriction level on you. You are forbidden ANY of your Disciplines boy. Sleep well.
*Then he moved out of the room, and hsowed Schneider the door to his own wuaters, much better furnished and warmer to boot, though the clear ice of the far side of Corbin's cell provided a view in on the bound man at all times. Ice then locked the door to Corbin's cell and headed into the chasm, ignoring the german completely*
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Corbin DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 8:52 am
Snarling, Corbin glanced down at the icey floor of his prison, and examined his reflection. Some new history had been brought to light with him...And Corbin, was never one to pass up interesting history. Esspecially when it involved his Re-Sire, Roan. So Roan went through such similiar circumstances. Then he wouldn't fight against this. Atleast not with the intent to escape, and avoid the trials. he would embrace them. Yes, embrace these trials.
"This after all..Made Roan, what Roan is..."
Smirking, as he glared at his own reflection, he then raised his right fist, and slammed the foremost knuckles into the floor, shattering the ice as though he was shattering his own reflection, himself.
As broken, splintered shards of ice reformed, and repaired the damage done, Corbin lowered his other knee, and sat back on his calfs. Placing his hands in his lap, he then stared at the wall opposite him. Nothing would break his now trance like heated staring contest with the wall. Not even the Samedi's concerned knocking on the glass wall between the cell, and his quarters, trying to get Corbin's attention.
Corbin wa intent on sitting, and revising. Until he was on the verge of madly fighting his restraints out of hunger. When Ice would come for him, to begin the training.
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