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 Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 8:41 pm
|| OOC: Lindsay gave me permission to auto Lucien since he's probably going to be busy today and tomorrow. ||
Katarina was very similar if not a mirror image of Veroen’s sentiment in relation to those within the bar. She had little if nothing to be frightened of in an establishment of this stature, though she never allowed herself to develop a false sense of security. Just as Veroen hadn’t bothered to inspect the various partons of the bar due to lack of interest, she too hadn’t taken the time out of her day. However, an abrupt shift in the void due to Veroen utilizing it to materialize himself across the bar from them, her icy gaze was immediately drawn to the location he manifested before he’d even fully materialized. She did not stare, she already knew how it felt to be scrutinized for an uncomfortably long period and wasn’t about to subject someone else to it, however, she did look at him long enough to take note of his features.
Her timeless eyes sparked with evident curiousity upon obtaining confirmation that this was the void user she’d felt mere minutes before unleash personal familiars of the void. The woman’s expertise in the void was extensive enough for her to know exactly how many he’d issued as well: 3. As for his motive behind summoning them and the instructions given to them: that was anyone’s guess. That gave her mind some room to wander. She presumed they were summoned for a practical purpose, most likely reconnaissance of some form. Of course, they could be serving as decoys of some sort as well, diversions, distractions. It wasn’t a matter she was going to fluster herself over, however, she was certain in time she would come to find out one way or another.
Catching him steal a glance of his own in hers and Lucien’s direction, she figured one with his extent of knowledge in the void would certainly be able to ascertain as to who they were. That was one of the many interesting qualities of vampires who’d undertaken the discipline of the void: they had the uncanny ability to sense it within others. It would likely prove no challenge to Veroen in weeding them out amongst the otherwise plain crowd and not because of their attire.
The void had called to Katarina from the beginning, seeking to eternally damn her more than she already had been. Due to her irresponsible sire disappearing, it was the void itself that taught her most of what she’d come to know and had helped her survive. Initially it had almost began as a triggered fight or flight mechanism eerily similar to the role adrenaline played in human survival. In the beginning her struggle with the void’s overwhelming pull on her almost consumed her entirely. It had been by sheer will power alone that she hadn’t walked over the ledge and submitted to the unknown. To this day she was still at the edge of her metaphorical ledge, the void wanting nothing more than to push her off. It was a delicate line she walked. Katarina, as steadfast as she was, always remained a step ahead, never putting herself in a situation where it acquired the opportunity to give her that extra shove. It was this delicate dance her and the void had done for centuries. She was likely one of the least stable vampires as a result of her age and yet at the same time she likely had one of the most intimate grasps on the void. A fragile balance of reigned in liberty yet none of this struggle showed in her countenance.
The second person that had enough stature to capture her interest was her old friend, Kaei. As Rogue approached them the seraphic Norwegian turned to greet her in kind, setting the literally bloody Mary she’d ordered in front of Rogue. "Hopefully," Katarina quipped with her dazzling smile, "it's a pleasant one." It did not take a psychic to know Rogue had been genuinely taken off guard by her appearance within the city. New York had certainly never been one of her favored haunts. However, with the news of the lycans growing more aggressive she felt it would be worth looking into and offering her aid where she could.
"You haven't either," she assured with her haunting Norwegian lilt, "still gorgeous as ever. Of course, you always look pristine no matter what." Her compliments were not at all flattery. Every word of what she said was her honest opinion. She'd always been the type where if she did not like someone they were sure to know of it. Before speaking, naturally she assured there were no eavesdroppers or outsiders that might overhear her explanation, taking a quick scan of the room over her shoulder. "You've always been clever, Kaei, I'm certain you could wager an intelligent guess. However, I'm here on business. I overheard there had been bombings here so Lucien and I decided we would come offer our assistance."
"While we're making introductions," Katarina suggested as a side note with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders, "you'd might as well invite your friend from downstairs over so we can all get to know one another: I think he's shy. I was about to walk over and tell him we don't bite but you graced us with your ever beautiful presence."
While it was rejuvenating to see Kaei again, there was something off with the vampire elder that she wasn't immediately able to put her finger on. It troubled the Norwegian beauty as to the scent she thought she was making out, it certainly wasn't fully Rogue's. She hoped she was mistaken on her final analysis. She decided not to be completely intrusive, instead gauging by asking her a less direct question. "So what exactly," the seraphic woman questioned with genuine interest, "were all of you doing downstairs when the party's up here?" Her question seemed harmless enough but it was really a test to see how Rogue would respond. She knew well the function of the downstairs of Las Noches, it had no involvement with the establishment itself other than being housed beneath it.
As Katarina sat and conducted her business, Lucien merely sat at her side, deciding to wash down the awful bourbon he'd been bought so it would be over and done with. The ex-sheriff remained silent and ever watchful of their surroundings: he was a lot less at ease in this setting than Katarina appeared to be. There were just too many variables, too many things that had the potential to go wrong in a place like this.
He tuned back into the conversation upon hearing Katarina introducing him to Rogue, offering her a subtle smile and bow of his head to pay his respect. "Pleasure ta meet someone as strikin' as yerself, ma'am." Katarina's insistence on 'being proper' and dealing with matters politically was something he attributed with the time period she'd come from. She was so formal when compared to him it was nauseating. All the same the two understood and accepted the other's differences and often made up for what the other could not. It was why they made such an efficient pair.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 11:45 am
Rogue took a long drink as Katarina spoke, and set down the empty glass. More blood this time, friend... Her words echoed into the mind of her bartender, and in a moment, the glass was refilled, a heavy mix of blood with a splash of bourbon. Through this transaction, her eyes were on Katarina, and Lucian in a nonchalant way, catching up with old friends.
Rogue knew Katarina complimented no one unless she meant it. "You're too kind, Katarina."
Rogue's French upbringing had tamed some of the Slavic roots that permeated her physical features, but she supposed the Sanguinarian had been born of the ancient Slavic blood. Regardless of her family's aristocratic standing in the old days, their ancestors were warriors in the old world.
Rogue was curious. The timing seemed too well painted. Rogue trusted few, and loved even less. However good it was to see the Nordic elder from past days, Rogue knew this was indeed business. What form, she had yet to figure out. Why would this draw their attention? Rogue knew that the races were more at each other's throats in New York than in most cities, as each race insisted that they could live beside one another, though, that did not always provide a peaceful existence.
She also knew Katarina was of the old order, and in terms of lycans, there was more of a no tolerance policy.
Rogue also wondered what Katarina's interest in Veroen was.
"Veroen." She spoke quietly in his mind and out loud, her eyes slightly glowing emerald. It was an open invitation for him to join their conversation. But into his mind she whispered, Katarina is an old vampire...and I'm sure you can sense the void within her. She does not understand why we do some of the things we do in New York, such as any tolerance towards lycans or tainted...or even hunters for that matter, so be cautious with your words and watch your tongue.
She smiled Veroen's way and lifted a hand as if ushering him over to their part of the bar.
She turned her emerald eyes back to Katarina's icy blue ones. "We had some business to discuss. Nothing too concerning." She lifted her glass nonchalantly and took a drink. While it was obvious that Katarina knew something was up, Rogue remained careful. In some circles a blood oath with another species, including lycans, was highly frowned upon, not to mention the failure to completely kill them outright. The days had changed since she had first become a Deathdealer, and some form of tolerance helped them all survive...Rogue was sure of it. But, there were others in the vampire realm who would severely punish and execute vampires with mere association. Rogue was cautious. Katarina's motives were somewhat unknown, though Rogue knew her to be more on the side of purity within the race.
"It is a pleasure to meet you as well," she said to Lucian.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 5:09 pm
He offered his friend a smirk as she commented over his inability to be reliable with money. "I win mah bets… sometimes." He of all people knew he was nowhere near as responsible with his money as the woman beside him, but part of that came with his being an immortal. The way he saw it, he did not need wealth if he was an immortal and he was simply drifting all the time. Money did not mean as much to him because there was nothing at all he really needed he needed insane amounts of money for. He was not at all power hungry as most other vampires he met usually were, so having a large bank account was nowhere near an interesting idea. Moreover, his tastes were simple enough that he never would really need lavish amounts of money to invest in them, and if he ever needed such things, or the money to spend, he simply took it. Money was really the absolute least of his worries, and so he tended to spend it on things almost immediately without care; usually alcohol, gambling, and guns to take apart for customization. "Way Ah see it, immortality's enough independence fer me. Not much else Ah need."
"You forget Ah'm not as old as you. Ah still get a kick from good bourbon," he said with a smirk. "An' this s**t sure as hell ain't good bourbon." He shrugged. He was always calling things exactly the way he saw them, and frankly the liquor in his glass was just far too weak for his taste. He was tempted to throw the glass back at the barkeep, but he eventually decided against. "Ah've got nothin' against bein' here, But you of all people know Ah'm just not a big fan of stickin' to one place fer too long." He extended his glass toward the barkeep for a refill; the liquor may have been terrible, but bourbon was bourbon, dammit.
Like any void user, he could sense the power coming from a few separate individuals throughout the bar, in whose directions his gaze occasionally drifted. Unlike other voidmasters he knew, he did not rely on the void as much as those people. Sure, there were a few parlor tricks he used from time to time, but in combat he always preferred to rely on a good loaded revolver than the shadows of the void. He took a drink of his foul bourbon and nodded his head in the direction of the man looking in his and Katarina's general direction.
He looked over toward the girl joining the cowboy and the aristocrat. The two seemed to know each other from the past, though this was one of Katarina's friends he had never had the pleasure of having met before. It was a shame too, since the woman was quite the looker. For the moment, he let the two women talk as they got to catching up and he kept his drinking going. Upon hearing him being introduced to Katarina's friend he give her a friendly smirk and a respectful nod of his head.. "Pleasure to meet someone as strikin' as yerself, ma'am," he added. Had he been wearing his hat, he would have tipped it, like a typical cowboy. While he was nowhere near as interested in propriety and the like as his good friend, he was always happy to meet a lovely looking lady.. That being said, the political nature that their meeting would likely turn towards at some point held little to no interest in Lucien's mind. Whatever their business was, he just wanted to get on with it so they could go about doing whatever it was they were going to do.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 8:06 pm
Rogue's eyes landed on Lucian as he smirked to her. "Jackson..." Rogue looked to the barkeep. "Don't make this man a martyr any longer. The Blanton, please, for my new friend,"
The bartender smirked and nodded, retrieving a bottle from under the bar.
The glass was quickly poured, and set beside Lucian. "This is a 27 year old Blanton's Original Single Malt. One of the better gifts sent from the Kentucky coven. I hope it fares better for you than our low shelf supply." Rogue flashed a grin, then brought up an old memory that Katarina and Kaei shared.
"Do you remember the lycan raid we performed in Višegrad right before the Ottomans took it back? The locals had been ravaged and torn to bits by a small band of lycans. I swear, half the town had either been destroyed or turned, and we had to hunt down and destroy the dog clan before the whole country side were bitten. When the Ottomans came to the half deserted place to take it over, they were almost hesitant because a few of their men had been killed. They had believed it was witchcraft."
Rogue laughed and continued. "In the spoils, we ended up at an abandoned tavern, and we drank every last drop of alcohol in the place...not to mention a few neighboring houses..."
Rogue's face grew dark as she smiled, the memory of the bloodbath stirred the beast within her and she lusted for that violence again. The Sanguinarian could never have enough blood or violence, while the human side of her had not forgotten any of the faces on the people she had killed. It was one thing to survive, and Rogue had done much more damage than she had thought possible in one lifetime, far beyond the killing necessary for vampire survival. She clung to what was left of her humanity so she would not be swallowed alive by the void or the Sanguinarian beast within. Through keeping her humanity alive, however, she was prone to waves of heavy guilt as each century passed. She had grown to love life...and to some degree, she saw value in it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 10:06 pm
blackrogue Rogue put out the cigarette and walked to the door.
"I asked my brother to meet me in my office. I'm sure he's felt something off in regard to Xandra. Join me in my office within the hour."
She smiled to Veroen.
"It is good to have you back, brother. The bar is of course open to you upstairs."
Her eyes met Alexz's.
"And the upper rooms are open. I spoke with Milos. There are a few humans he has chosen for you. He is also under orders to not let you leave until you've properly fed."
A coy smile spread onto her face, and she turned, leaving the room and making her way up to the main floor. Her mouth fell slightly agape as Veroen effortlessly brought life from the shadows. She began to wonder what it would be like to possess such control over the Void...perhaps if she only immersed herself in the shadows and stopped being so hesitant... Thankfully Rogue's speaking interrupted a rather dangerous train of thought.
"Under orders not to let me leave, hmm? Why yes, mother, I'll eat my dinner," she said sarcastically, though the smile and the chuckle that followed betrayed her tone.
The care she was being shown truly humbled her and made her feel more human than she had felt in a very long time. So accustomed to putting on a brave face in order to be a better leader had made it so she had almost forgotten what it was like to admit to weakness to those she trusted. Her years in the Coven had definitely proved that she could quite literally trust Rogue with her life; and though Veroen had been the one who had held her life in his hands and had almost taken it, she could sense a significant change occurring.
"I will most definitely take better care of myself, we need each other now more than ever," she said to both of them before slipping out into the hall and to the rooms tucked away in the upper floors of the bar.
If this experience had taught her anything it was that despite the many centuries she had spent on this earth, she was not by any means invincible. Being psychic made her very sensitive during the feeding process and she preferred to feed from blood packs; however, the deterioration of her health made it possible, and necessary, for her to feed off of the humans being offered to her by Rogue.
"Goodness, I feel like a fledgling..." she grumbled to herself as the presence of so many humans in so many rooms made her stomach ache and her fangs heavy in her mouth.
Hypnotizing each individual in each room certainly made it easier for her to begin gaining back her strength without feeling guilty for failing to adhere to her "vegetarian" principles. Once the blood began flowing, she lost herself, greedily consuming copious amounts of the sweet crimson nectar which began pulsing through her body, bringing nourishment to her neglected body. However, Alexz refrained from complete abandon and refused to take any of the lives she held in her hands, choosing instead to leave them with enough blood to ensure recovery and survival.
After some time, she delicately wiped the blood trickling from the corners of her mouth before thanking Milos and making her way back to the main floor. Catching her reflection in a mirror before she returned to the bar area, she paused. The effects of the feeding were immediate and apparent; the color and softness had returned to her face as well as the shine to her hair. Though she still felt shaky, she was far better off than before and was able to confidently maneuver through the crowd to the bar without much trouble. She paused at the bar, unsure of whether or not she wished to order a drink or go into the depths of the city in search of any information.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 12:17 am
Veroen's Cigar continued to burn as he listened to Rogue communicate to him in his head. He did not move or make a sound as he processed what she told him about the newcomers. After she had finished, he took a large drag of his cigar, deciding how he would act toward these foreign individuals.
He wouldn't trust them, thats for sure. If they were the type to kill Lycans and Hunters, then Meredith would surely be on their list, and he would do whatever it took to make sure that Meredith's name wouldn't end up on their list. As Jackson filled his glass with more of the Irish drink he had downed moments earlier, his earpiece chimed in subtly.
"Sir, we have contact with members of the Nightwatch. They have placed some sort of tracking device onto a cell phone tower."
Veroen sat still, and thought about his next move for a moment. After downing the drink in front of him, he wrote a message down on a piece of paper he pulled out of his pocket, and it dissipated into a flash of void energy. Better not risk any suspecting ears listening to his conversation. He did all of this extremely quietly while Rogue and the new girl spoke. She may have noticed that he wrote something, but she would not know what message it was that he wrote.
As soon as he had done so, he noticed Alexz walk into the bar. He figured she would like to know what was going on, and proceeded to mentally send a message to her. "It would appear that two newcomers have entered our city. And from what Rogue has told me, they do not like the Idea of cooperating with Lycans or Hunters. Be on your guard." he took another drag of his cigar, before adding to what he had said to Alexz. "...Also my men have come across members of the Nightwatch, and are attempting to apprehend the leader of the group. Could possibly be Kensington. I will keep you and Rogue posted." Veroen managed to make sure the message could also be mentally heard by Rogue, so that she knew what was going on as well.
After Jackson filled his glass again, he picked it up, and took another long drag from his cigar, deciding that it was time that he met these newcomers from across the seas.
He stood up, and made his way to Rogue and the two newcomers, and took an empty seat next to Rogue. With a smile, he greeted Lucien, and Katarina.
"Good evening. Im Veroen, long time member of the New York City coven. Pleased to meet you both." After he finished his greeting, he smiled at them from the corner of his mouth, and downed the drink he had in his hand in one smooth motion.
"I take it you are friends with Rogue?" He asked nonchalantly, taking another drag off his cigar.
He was suspicious of these two, especially since Rogue had informed him of their lack of understanding with other races. However, it did not show in his warm greeting, nor his body language. If there was anything assassins were good at besides tracking and killing, it was deception. He knew, however, that they would probably have noticed his use of the void to send his message to his Void Assassins, but he would do whatever he could to throw off their senses, which he was sure would be an easy task. Veroen had been able to immense himself into the Void, and survive, unlike many other Void using Vampires. He would definitely use that to his advantage, in this situation.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 2:52 am
Katarina smiled, somewhat ominously as Rogue made mention of her being too kind. Both vampires knew her kindness only extended so far and only to those who had deemed themselves worthy of it in the vampiress’ eyes. It was certainly a rare privilege to be recognized as a friend of the seraphic Norwegian woman. While her temperament was predictable in some ways, it was quite the opposite on some occasions. Over all it made her a very difficult being to read or judge even if one had known her for as long as someone like Rogue had. Sometimes she willingly let on that she was intrigued or displeased, other times it was utterly hopeless to dwell upon.
As Rogue turned to call Veroen, she did not miss the brief lack of attention Rogue had in regards to them when she was speaking to Veroen via her mind. Of course, the vampire had no way of knowing what was being said but she had been around more than long enough to be able to detect a message being emitted from one mind to another. It was something most vampires were eventually able to do with one another upon reaching a certain age. However, it was only the strict psychics who were able to completely delve into someone’s mind or decipher what one mind was saying to the other. Needless to say, Kat felt slight reason to be suspicious of the exchange.
Had she really wanted to press the issue, she most certainly could have asked more specific questions. However, Rogue’s response told her most of what she needed to know and confirmed her initial suspicions that had troubled her. She wasn’t sure which was more troubling, though, the fact that Rogue was trying to hide it or the fact she had gone through with it in the first place. Either way now was not the time to discuss or bring it up though it would be very easy to. “Hopefully you got what you wanted from it,” was the only comment she made in regards to Rogue answering her question. She did not wish to sully their first reunion after … how many years had it been? Time literally flew when one was not abiding by its laws.
Katarina smiled as Rogue extended her legendary hospitality to Lucien, going out of her way to ask the bartender to pull one of their finer aged liquors out. “An eloquent and hospitable host as per always, Kaei. Many thanks. It is always a pleasure being your guest and residing within your company.” They would certainly have to offer her a token of their gratitude, pick up a gift to offer her considering the trouble she’d gone through for them. Yet again another one of Katrina’s olden day customs she’d simply refused to drop that discerned her from most vampires nowadays.
“It’s one of the few memories,” Katarina assured with her seraphic smile, “I remember vividly like it was yesterday. The condition of the people, their dwellings, everything in general was absolutely destitute. Famine and disease-stricken to the point even as vampires we were reserved about taking our spoils as far as human blood was concerned. As for the mindless mongrels, yes, we chased them past the borders, assured we’d caught every last one of them before returning to celebrate the victory.” It had been one of the more glorious conquests during that specific time period. Heavy casualties had not been suffered by the vampires at all, in fact, if she recalled correctly there hadn’t been a single casualty during the specific battle of which Rogue spoke.
“Ah witchcraft,” Katarina reminisced, an amused expression befalling her countenance as she ran a finger through her golden locks, “the superstitions humans came up with back in the day! Very creative individuals but grotesquely oblivious as well. I remember a time where I willingly allowed them to capture me and try me for witchcraft. I was tried because it had snowed when I’d arrived within the village overnight and they attributed that to me. They decided to place me on my pyre at night since that had been when I’d been suspected of committing the act. How I miss the naivety and creative explanations in attempts to explain our existence.”
A nostalgia and longing overtook her as she was brought back to times where she’d felt much more alive and human. While aging brought with it the wisdom and power she now had it also brought with it her difficulties in seeing from others’ perspectives. Once upon a time her mind had been a lot more open to others’ thoughts and ideas but the years had not been kind to her where prejudice was concerned. Unlike Rogue, Katarina believed there would never truly be peace between vampires or lycans until one race was completely eradicated from the earth. Almost a millennium worth of attempts at peace in various places here and there and still the war waged on. In her mind Rogue was foolish to trust let alone make blood pacts with mindless animals which honor and integrity meant nothing to.
Katarina was able to feel the sanguinarian in Rogue churning as she looked back on memories of what Katarina would consider to be much more glorious days. As a result, she too grew slightly excited and the void churned within her in response. Unlike most, however, Katarina was completely unphased by the independent workings of the void within her. While it was free to stretch its legs so to speak she was still the ruler and overlord of herself. If she did not wish to do something then the void was helpless and completely cut off from channeling itself through her.
Ever watchful of those around her (especially after being given reason to take things being said around here with a grain of salt), it hadn’t escaped Katarina’s notice when Veroen had begun writing a letter only to promptly dispose of it through the void. The action, needless to say, had caught her interest considering the contents of the letter remained unknown to her. Perhaps it was to a fellow coven member, perhaps to some outside source, perhaps he was a traitor to his own race or maybe they were instructions of some sort for someone to carry out. She had no way of knowing and it really wasn’t a matter she bothered to dwell over as a result. Time was on her side, eventually it revealed most if not all of what was initially deemed to be unknown.
Again she was fully aware when the vampires were communicating telepathically but her lack of being a psychic did not allow her to intercept or decipher what was being said. She also did not know for sure to whom they were communicating but she was left to assume it was with one another. With a gracious amount of interest she observed Veroen solemnly approach the bar to take a seat beside Rogue. The fact he took up the same habit as Lucien did had already lost him a slight amount of favor, however, it was nothing that proved to be a serious blow to his creditability. Her annoyance with his habit, like his suspicion of her, however, was not at all reflected within her body language.
After seating himself the void master pleasantly introduced himself as Veroen, a name she had not come across in her many years as a vampire. “I am Katarina,” she explained with a celestial smile in response to his own. Normally she would have given him her entire name but seeing as he hadn’t shared his full name with her she was under no obligation to share her entire name with him. She wasn’t sure if it was due to him not wishing to reveal his family’s name to her or if he was similar to Lucien in that he varied vastly from her when it came to formalities. "And yes, I am an old friend of Kaei's."
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 11:43 am
(OOC: lol sorry if that last post wasnt up to my usual quality. I was quite smashed. LOL)
Veroen raised an eyebrow at Katarina when she did not say her last name while introducing herself. It only took this initial encounter with her for Veroen to be able to guess her type. His eyes gleamed as he stared at her with a very subtle grin for a moment, before taking another hit off his fine Cuban cigar and exhaling the smoke up into the air. He was well aware that she had purposely not stated her full name, and it was obvious why she had not. Veroen knew that formalities were something this woman held in high esteem.
Without taking his eyes off her, he responded. "My apologies, Katarina, before I was made into what you see at this very moment, I had no birth name, and no family name. During my time as a mortal, people like me were tools, and didn't need to be given a full name." He took another hit off his cigar. "Forgive me for coming off as the type that is not willing to give a full name during an introduction. I can assure you I'm not as rude as it made me seem." His eyes continued to gleam, and he did not take them off her as he spoke. He was referring to his life as an ancient medieval assassin, before he had been turned into a Vampire. His entire mortal life was spent killing, and influencing entire countries through the killing of well known individuals, such as leaders of particular countries, or even the families of powerful people. It was no surprise that Katarina had not heard of him, and it was because individuals such as himself spent their lives in the shadows, never wishing to be discovered.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 12:02 pm
 •.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.Valentina Morgath.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•Valentina threw the doors open, and she walked what seemed to be like drifted across the floor. She sat down at one of the many rounded tables dotted around, she took out her lighter from her handbag, it was decorated in ornate patterns, it looked decrepit. The cigarette she was holding, was light by the lighter, and she put it to her mouth and took a quick puff, and looked around. "Ugh, there appears to be no one of interest here.", she thought, as her piercing eyes scanned the room, looking for a victim to plunge her mouth into. "Great, might as well just sit here for the whole night", she thought.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 12:40 pm
 Evelyn stepped through the doors of the club. Still feeling fairly new to the place even after being here for about a decade. A very fitting maroon calf length dress shaped her curves, black heels gave her a couple inches to her short height. Hair was down and pinned to her right side. The woman walked through the club and sat down at an empty but filled with others' drinks, table. She came here often, but never with someone or never meeting up with someone. Being so used to doing things alone kind of rubbed off on her, which made it comfortable for Evelyn, but hard for other people to step into her world and be accepted as trustworthy in her eyes. Playing with the sapphire jewel outlined in sterling silver that hung around her neck, a very unique trinket which was her most prized possession. The man that won her heart and died so long ago, or so she thought.
Eyes scanned around the room, just watching and paying attention to the details around her. All the scents, movements, and words were being taken carefully.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 3:08 pm
Rogue looked down at her drink, listening to Veroen giving an introduction. A smirk grew across her face as she knew Katarina would take him for being rude. Knowing Veroen, she knew this was not the case...but she enjoyed the exchange, none the less.
Anonymity had aided Veroen every step of the way. Whispers of his name were known to few and a lot of people who did have the pleasure of knowing his one name eventually ended up dead. He was a successful assassin after all.
Except when he tried to kill Rogue and Alexz...but Katarina didn't need to know about that exchange.
Rogue could see Alexz across the way, and she looked like a different person, almost glowing. She took another drink and spoke into Alexz's mind.
Alexz....you look redeemed from your former self. Thank the heavens...and if you choose to venture into this conversation, Veroen's right. Be wary.
Rogue smiled to no one in particular, other than her own sarcastic nature. Heaven indeed. This seeming child of heaven in front of her was probably in league with the devil himself. In some way, Rogue felt like they all were. She pushed the thought aside, and then opened her memories to Alexz so she could see who Katarina was if Alexz didn't already know...
Katarina's comment made her slightly on edge. Rogue had drunk lycan blood before, and did so often when hunting. Rogue thought it had a taste of fine wine. Such a thing was slightly frowned upon in vampire customs, as vampires were to view lycans as...not even good enough for food. There was no reason for Katarina to suspect a blood oath between her and a lycan pack leader. Instead she chose to let on enough information to let Katarina infer that they were merely torturing lycans for information in the basement. Initially, that was what happened.
Kaei's eyes flashed emerald and glowed softly as she caught Katarina's icy blue eyes.
"And you should know, Katarina...I always get what I want,"
And without her gaze leaving Katarina's, she finished off her drink. Though they were old friends, there were animalistic traits to every vampire, and the exchange in their language that was happening was almost like wolves challenging dominance.
The beast then stirred behind Kaei's eyes, and she nonchalantly looked to the bartender. Shake it off, shake it off... Rogue told herself.
"Jackson..."
She set the glass down and it was refilled.
"We're keeping an ear to the ground. Me and my associates were having a chat with...some local dogs. You understand, of course."
Rogue smiled politely.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 6:41 pm
Felicia finally finished her drink just as her paranoia subsided. She emerged from the dark corner in which she'd hid and approached the bar, making a mental note of the two new women near the bar.
She slipped past the first (Evelyn) and smiled meekly, then slid up next to the other (Valentina) to pass her empty glass back across the bar.
"Hello," she nodded to the sharply dressed woman while debating whether she should have just one more drink.
Then she thought about a quick hunt when she left here. She had been starving and another drink would definitely loosen her up for an attack. Why not end the night on a girly note? Who was she trying to impress.
"Bartender? Yes, will you please make me a Cosmo? Then cash me out, if you don't mind."
With a nod, the man began to mix brightly coloured liquids that smelled like fruit, making a spectacle of himself. She smirked when the new beverage reached her side of the bar. Several moments later, she signed her ticket and sat back to enjoy.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 6:55 pm
The Alpha Male strolled in from the cold, snowy night and sat down at the bar. His head was held high, staring at the security cameras. He held up his phone and texted Rogue Rogue, you there? We need to discuss business. By the time the text had sent, the bartender was in front of Ceon with a white notepad, waiting to take his order. Ceon ordered a few shots of Ketel One and patiently waited for Rogue's response. His eyes seemed to pierce through the lens of the security camera that he was staring down.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 10:53 pm
((That's the quality of a drunken post for you, V? You put my sober posts to shame XD))
As Veroen gently spoke into her mind, informing her of the identities of the two seemingly fresh faces seated with Veroen and Rogue, she took a moment to observe her surroundings from afar. Scrutinizing the two figures, she arched a brow, thinking the timing of the most recent events far too peculiar for her liking. What were the chances that the return of two old, intolerant vampires coincided with the breach in the treaty? As she pondered, she ordered a glass of red wine from the bartender, which was promptly placed in front of her.
Bringing the glass to her lips, she communicated with Veroen, "What are the chances that they arrive and everything we have worked so hard to create begins to deteriorate? This is too much of a coincidence for me..."
As he mentioned Kensington, her lips pressed together as she monitored her composure. Alexz could not even begin to consider what would happen to Kensington were he involved. She wondered how he could have been so severely manipulated by an anonymous leader; she wondered why she cared...shouldn't elders be detached? She was finding that to be very difficult.
"If it is him, I would like to speak with him." she replied, as calmly as she could.
As Rogue's words and memories flooded her mind, she shifted her gaze to meet her dark emerald eyes across the bar, "Quite the character this Katarina is...and how so very old fashioned. Why she chose New York out of all places, I'll never know, it seems she would be better off in the South. I'm sure she would enjoy their intolerance," turning to the left to observe the newcomers entering the bar, she continued, "All thanks to you. I still feel a little shaky, but I am far better than I was earlier. Thank you. You have saved my life once again" she took a sip to hide her grin.
As Ceon entered, however, her grin dissipated as she was worried his presence would provoke Katarina and Lucien. Slipping through the crowd quickly, she stopped by his side, her body covering him from view, though nothing could be done about his scent.
"Good evening, Ceon," Alexz said cordially, before adding in telepathically, "You should be aware that there are two individuals who may find your presence...unfavorable. I suggest you try not to draw too much attention to yourself, not that you already are, just a little advice."
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 11:14 am
“No need for apologies,” the vampire was quick to assure with her alluring Norwegian lilt, “if you only possess one name. I forget myself sometimes and fail to remember that some weren’t as fortunate as I was: to be born free and with a name.” It wasn’t long, however, before she followed up on Veroen’s statement, noting he’d said as a mortal men like him had been tools which either implied he was a slave or part of something much less conventional. Considering his aptitude for being strange, she sided closer to the latter.
“No birth,” Katarina echoed softly, clearly contemplating the statement, “name or family name? If you don’t mind me asking, what were you? A slave, an orphan?” She was mostly digging for a little more background on the man though she decided to distract from her suspicions of him through feigned naivety. She hadn’t been raised an assassin from birth but the accumulation of experience she’d had over the years certainly made her adept in many areas. Maintaining impressions, leading others to underestimate her, being a ruthless and deadly foe in battle: time had honed all of these skills she’d acquired. The ability to see through most people also happened to be something she’d acquired, a sound judge of character. Hence her suspicions for suspecting Veroen of being more than he was likely to let on.
Katarina nodded in confirmation of Rogue’s statement: the elder was right, she did get always get what she wanted. So did Katarina. In that regard they were quite similar, the two of them, however she suspected the method in which they pursued what they wanted was different. Rogue had changed to an extent, Katarina had not. “Don’t we both,” she added as a pleasant reminder to Rogue. She respected Rogue but considering all the ‘whispering’ being done in front of her, she didn’t have much reason to trust her. It had been a while since she’d last seen Rogue, perhaps time had come to change her to an extent.
She did not miss the sanguinarian in Rogue stirring, if anything, it tempted Katarina herself to hold her ground. However, the civilized part of her was not up for exchanging such lowly displays as tempting as the call was. She adamantly refused to put herself on the same level as the mongrels she hunted. It happened to be just after their uneventful exchange that a lycan happened to show up with most unfortunate timing. Even more unfortunate was she was very quickly able to connect the subtle off scent Rogue was carrying to the lycan who had just entered.
If Alexz thought to conceal Ceon’s presence from her, it was far too late for such measures. She’d known he’d been there the instant he walked through the door: the void had ever watchful eyes on her behalf where she chose to situate it and her keen knack for picking them out in a crowd was disturbingly accurate. As a time long hunter and executioner of lycans, she’d recognize one under almost any circumstance. Trying to hide from the likes of her was a nearly impossible task. With almost a millennium of expertise in the field, she was one of the most efficient at what she did. And unlike Rogue, she was not willing to negotiate with animals or allow them to freely roam about in vampire territory as they pleased.
Out of nothing more than respect for Rogue, considering this was her establishment and they’d been former comrades, she decided to take her leave. Residing within the same building and being treated akin to, perhaps worse than dogs was where she reached her limit. She’d come here to say hi to an old friend as well as offer her assistance and she was greeted with little more than evident suspicion. The seraphic vampire gracefully rose from her seat and kindly nodded to Rogue despite feeling she’d been scorned. Perhaps at a later date she would reconvene with Rogue when there were not too many people stifling the atmosphere for her liking. “My apologies for the abrupt departure but you seem busy, Kaei. I’d hate to keep you from attending to your duties. I’m sure we’ll speak again soon. It was a pleasure having you as our hostess and meeting Veroen.”
She nodded to both of them in kind before taking her leave. It took every ounce of discipline and control she’d mustered to allow herself to walk past Ceon without so much as offering him a glance. She wanted nothing more than to punish his intrusion and make him an example of what the consequences of being too bold as a lycan would bring about. However, it seemed Rogue had an affinity for this beast, whatever it was, and she refused to partake in it in any form: that included bystanding and allowing her to associate with it. The air about her was dark and cold as she passed the less than civilized lycan without so much as a hint of acknowledgement to his existence. She was doing all of this out of her respect for Kaei, nothing else would have prevented her from thrusting a silver blade through his throat in order to ‘take out the trash’.
|[| -- Exit to City -- |]|
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