Avilion's Armory

[Avilion Einhorn]

Avilion Einhorn

Upon entering the room, Avilion couldn't help but stare at his surroundings in awe as he just looked at all of the equipment that were in cases on the walls. So many different kinds of weapons, so many different kinds of armors, that this place could very well suit up an entire battalion. His jaw was agape, just staring at it all, as he also noted the three king size beds, big enough for Alyara to actually sleep on if she wished it. He also saw the other door to his right on the door, looking the same with the same locking mechanism such as his front door. This truly was amazing, as it's like this room was made specifically for him and only him. If his gauntlet is the key to unlocking stuff to his room, then it is definitely meant for him without a doubt. "New rule... Do not touch any of the equipment on display without my permission..." he tells Alyara, still looking at it all. All the weapons, all the armor, everything. It is like he is actually dead and is in Heaven at the moment...

 

[Riskia Vetis]

Xx…Alyara…xX

Now it was Alyara’s turn to once again turned off guard as he laughed right at her face with such intensity that it frightened her. Her pinned back her ears trying to keep herself calm, this was no laughing matter to her. There was always a set of rules she followed and yet he told her there was none, that was never true, there were always rules. Don’t disturb while sleeping, feeding, or talking, don’t go into a certain room, ext. Not wanting to be rude, Alyara stay silent as Avilion opened the room with his armored claw and stepped within, she followed him in. A display of different weapons and armor greeted them, Avilion suddenly went silent as he seemed to be shocked by awe. When he was able to speak, he did finally give her a rule to simply not touch any of the equipment without his permission. Seemed simple enough for she had no use for weapons or armor, “Understood, I will keep clear from the equipment unless otherwise instructed. Any other rules or things you want to me to do for you.” She asked shuffling her wings to have them rest more comfortably low at her sides.

((hates babysitting))  

[Avilion Einhorn]

Avilion Einhorn

Avilion begins to walk around the room that is his chambers, or his Armory as he is going to call it actually, as that is what it resembles. Maybe he'll check out the other room at a later date, right now, he just wishes to simple try on every bit of armor, and try out every weapon that is in this very room. It is like he is in a Museum for armor and bladed weapons, as this truly was a sight to see. Well, for him anyway, as he loves this kind of stuff. Avilion heard what Alyara said and turned his attention to her, blinking a couple of times as he snapped out of his own little world and came back to reality. He chuckles lightly as he smiles to her, looking over at the three king size beds. They seemed big enough. Big enough for Alyara if she wishes to sleep on an actual bed instead of the floor. Of course, that is her decision and not his, as he does not wish to force her to do something she feels uncomfortable with. "No Alyara, that will be it. You have free reign of everything else within this room. If I happen to be asleep and you require something, do not hesitate to wake me and ask me." he tells Alyara, grinning to her as he walks over to one of the king sized beds, it being incredibly comfortable to just simply sit on. He is definitely going to sleep like a baby when he does decide to sleep. Avilion takes his great sword off of his back and lays it gently against the desk where the lamp was for lighting up the room by the beds. It wasn't the only lamp, but it was lit well enough for the whole room to be lit up just to see what it held for him. "Alyara, you should really try out the bed, if all three of these are the same, then you will definitely feel like you are sleeping on a cloud." he says to Alyara, laying down onto his back, looking up to the ceiling, relaxed...

 

[Riskia Vetis]

Xx…Alyara…xX

Alyara nodded and watched her master look around the chamber as if he would a child in a candy shop, unable to decide which armor or weapon to try first. Rustling her fur rapidly, Alyara followed suit after Avilion. Coming over to the bed next to his, but she had no desire to sleep on such contraction as she gently lowered herself onto the floor. Her tail coming around to wrap around her left side, the feathered fur resting on her paw. Alyara looked at Avilion for several moments, seeing him stare at the ceiling before tucking her head and burying her face under her wing to kill the light. She disliked the light, the brightness burned her eyes and made the outside world somewhat a curse. She hated the sun light among anything, the hot inferno making her eye sockets feel like there were on fire. Many time turning training, she was forced to either work blind or force her eyes slightly open to see and perform the desired task. Although she hated closed spaces and being indoors, she taken the sun more. She would take that sacrifice if given the option, but if her master ordered her to go out in the sunlight, she would oblong.

((I'm so tired, going take a shower to wake up.))  

[Avilion Einhorn]

Avilion Einhorn

Avilion continues to lay on his back, his arms off to his sides as he stares at the ceiling, deep in thought. He feels as though he is going to be here for quite some time, and he might as well get used to it for now. Until he finds Riskia within these walls, he might as well enjoy himself, and enjoy his time with his newly bought... friend, as he likes to put it. He refuses to even consider her a slave, as he does not wish to have her to tedious tasks or stupid things. Sooner or later, Alyara will lighten up, and will be more cheerful than she is now. It's kind of like the opposite of breaking someone. Avilion is going to attempt to fix Alyara. Although, he is not even sure if that is possible, to fix one that is broken. It may be futile to even attempt such a thing, but knows. Maybe he will succeed. Maybe he will fail miserably. Only time will tell of the outcome of this. Sighing, removing himself from his own little world, Avilion sits up in his bed once more to see that Alyara was laying down on the floor like some kind of common house pet, also noting that she buried her face under her wing. Did she not like the light? Him being a vampire, the light does not bother him. Although, he has only been a vampire for a year now, so maybe he is going to be used to the light for quite some time. Avilion grumbles lightly to himself as he lets out a sigh, getting up from his bed and walks over to the bed next to his, where Alyara is laying down in between. He picks up the sheets and the pillows, laying them down onto the floor in between his bed and the next, sorting them out to make a makeshift bed for Alyara. If she wishes to sleep on the floor, he is at least going to make it comfortable for her. Avilion looks at Alyara and grins to her, chuckling. "If you are going to be stubborn like this, I may as well make it a tad bit more comfortable for you to sleep on the floor." he tells Alyara, as he shuts off the lamp by his bed on the desk, allowing the nightlight from the outside to shine through the window, barely lighting up the room. He may as well have her rest comfortably that's not in the light. Avilion sighs, walking around his chambers once more, examining each piece of equipment, seeing the same locks on the cases they are displayed in. Whoever owns this castle, sure is impressive. It's like whoever owns this castle can see into the persons mind as soon as they take one step into the castle. He is not going to argue with it either. Chuckling at the thought, he comes across that other door he spotted, similar in every way to the front door to his chambers, just staring at it. Avilion is curious as to what is behind this door, and what lays hidden behind it. Maybe more equipment? Maybe a training arena...?

 

[Riskia Vetis]

Xx…Alyara…xX

Alyara popped her head out curiously as Avilion put the bed sheets on the ground as if making a makeshift bed. It was obvious that he was not like any master she was expecting to purchase her, she was expecting a cruel and dark master that didn’t care for her well being. Avilion was the exact opposite, but did not change much as she watch him silently. The word stubborn made her thing, in her mind she was just following her training, there was nothing stubborn about it. Of course her view of life was very different than his, letting out a loud sign and shaking her head before getting to her feet. If he wanted her to be more comfortable, she would not go against the command. Even though it was said in a friendly caring manner, it was still an order none the less. Laying down on the bed covers, Alyara moved into the same position in which she was resting despite Avilion dimming the lights. She was quite comfortable before she had moved, but she was tired and would rather keep her thoughts to herself quickly falling asleep.

((Has to go back to work to close...be back in hour to play FFXI))  

[Avilion Einhorn]

Avilion Einhorn

Avilion keeps his gaze upon the mechanized door before him as he continues to ponder on what could be on the other side of it, as the possibilities could be endless, considering of what his own chambers consist of. He looks back at Alyara for a moment, seeing that she has moved onto the makeshift bed he made for her on the floor, smiling gently to her as she seems to be fast asleep. Sighing quietly, he directs his attention to the mechanized door, raising his left armored arm in front of him, flexing his fingers, then tightens his left hand into a fist from under the gauntlet. Avilion lowers his left hand and arm towards the lock, putting his armored hand and part of his armored arm into the lock, turning it as a loud click rang throughout his chambers. He winced as it sounded fairly loud, hoping he did not disturb Alyara with such a sound. Sighing, Avilion remove his hand and arm from the lock as the door opened, revealing a fairly decently sized room, filled with all kinds of equipment repair materials, ranging from weapon sharpened to materials that will buff out any dents and cracks in armor. His eyes widened as he saw all of this, wondering how this is even possible. But you know what? He is not going to argue with it. Avilion is now really liking this, as he doesn't even feel like leaving this place. These chambers of his really trump his old living conditions, before he became a vampire that is and before he was captured by Riskia. He chuckles lightly to himself as he closes the door, hearing that it immediately locks itself when closed. Such an amazing locking mechanism. Avilion shakes his head with a grin on his lips, walking over towards the window as the nightlight shined through. He folds his arms against his chest as he stares outside, looking at the scenery. It all seemed rather pleasant, and it's beginning to calm his nerves. Off in the distance, he could see what seemed like mountains off in the distance. And strangely enough, it looked like something or someone was perched on the peak. Avilion raises an eyebrow to this, as it is probably some kind of wild animal of sorts, staring at the moon or something. Probably a coyote of sorts...

 

[Riskia Vetis]

Xx…Alyara…xX

For what seemed like many hours, Alyara slept peacefully on the makeshift bed which her master had insisted her to rest on. To be more comfortable, if he would have only known that her muscles and limps held little feeling anymore. That is what fifty years of being chained in a smaller cellar, forced to stand and bare hundreds of pounds of weight. Long were the days and longer still the nights having nothing to stare up but the single window raised high in her cell. She could hear the birds and the wind, the life beyond her prison and yet could not handle the thought of such freedom. It was torture, the chill of the night and the warm drafts of the day, all torture. As long as she wasn’t forced to keep her eyes open in the sunlight, she was comfortable. It wasn’t until the sun began to rise did Alyara twitch her tail and slowly withdraw her eyes from under her wing. Her master seemed to still be walking about the chamber, looking at all the armor and weapons. Had he stayed up all night, she thought looking at him a little more closely, his features catching her attention as it seemed he lost the color in his skin, his eyes seemed different too. What was he, rustling her fur as she got up and composed herself in front of her master, awaiting orders.

 

[Avilion Einhorn]

Avilion Einhorn

Avilion has stayed up all night, either looking out the window, examining the surroundings and taking in how peaceful they were, or he has been walking around, examining all the armors and weapons that were at his disposal. He has been mainly thinking up how to actually use all of this equipment, to actually improve them. Although, he isn't quite sure if he would actually use any of this, as he has stuck with the armor he has on now for years, along with the great sword as well. During the night, he picked up his weapon and strapped it to his back while Alyara was sleeping peacefully. She seems to have been sleeping soundly, as it would appear he did not disturb her at all with his constant walking around. That's good to know at least, as he would have probably hate himself for disturbing his friends rest. Avilion has been examining the great swords that were on display, noticing some of them were made in different sizes, and different shapes as well. Some of the blades looked well crafted as well, as it seems as though whom ever crafted these, were well trained in being a blacksmith. Sighing, he turns around and finds that his friend has finally woken up. Avilion blinks a couple of times as he directs his attention to the window, seeing that it was actually daytime already. Where has the time gone? Chuckling lightly, he folds his hands behind him as he directs his attention back to Alyara, smiling gently to her. "Good morning, Alyara. How are you feeling this fine morning?" he asks, making sure she is at least feeling well...

 

[Riskia Vetis]

Xx…Alyara…xX

Alyara rustled her fur and stretched her limbs before directing her attention back to Avilion who was smiling at her. “I feel rested,” she admitted lifting her wings and opening them wide, her wingspan more than fifteen feet in length. Silver with a hint of blue and purple, they looked like they belonged to a massive bat or dragon, the ruins along her shoulders and face glowing slightly. They normally only glow if she was agitated or frightened, but often when she stretched limbs which didn’t often get such leisure of space. Folding them back close to her frame, Alyara looked at Avilion with a plain expression still awaiting an order. This is if he did give her one, she wasn’t used to friendly questions and words, only strict commanding orders which she followed without a second thought.

 

[Avilion Einhorn]

Avilion Einhorn

Avilion smiles and nods to Alyara, acknowledging her answer to his question. It is good to hear that she is feeling rested and quite possibly better than she did last night. He knows what it is like to sleep on the cold stone floor of a cell, and it doesn't feel good. Especially when you starved of light, food, and water. Things tend to get out of hand there, and it isn't a pretty sight. Removing such memories, he slightly shakes his head as he directs his attention to Alyara, thinking for a moment. Avilion asked about her yesterday, but she hasn't really asked anything about him, which slightly confuses him. Does she not wish to know anything about him? Does she not even realize what he is? He believes the pale skin and the eyes are somewhat a dead giveaway, no pun intended.. He chuckles lightly as he folds his arms against his chest, looking at Alyara. "You know, ever since I purchased you, you haven't even asked anything about me, where as I asked a lot about you. If you wish to ask me anything, please do not hesitate to ask. I just feel as though it would be fair if you asked me a couple of questions to answer, you know?" he tells Alyara, lightly shrugging his shoulders at the end of his last statement. He just finds it to be fair, that's all...

 

[Riskia Vetis]

Xx…Alyara…xX

Alyara narrowed her eyes as she listened to her masters words, why would it matter if she learned about him. She was a slave that was to follow every order given to her and had no interest to learn of or form a bond with the one she called master. Even though he seemed nice and kind, it changed little of the mental programming her creators had taught her. “It is not my interest to learn of you, Avilion. For I care little of you.” She admitted bitterly looking away to the window where the light was coming into the room. The rudeness of her statement could get her in trouble, but frankly she cared little of this new life. She was like a drone, with a trapped mind which made having a social life impossible. She was born to serve, and unless she started to get some commands soon, she was going to have a hard time serving him.

 

[Avilion Einhorn]

Avilion Einhorn

Avilion keeps his smile upon his lips as he awaits a little question, or some kind of response. Unfortunately, that smile of his immediately turned into a frown as Alyara said she cared little of him. That... actually hurt him a bit. For some reason, the word "traitor" came to mind, reminding him of his past mistakes, causing him to sigh heavily. A lot of people seem to not give a damn about him lately, whether he lives or dies anymore, nobody would really care. It would seem it is but a curse now, and is probably going to stick with it. He frowns heavily, looking at Alyara with an emotionless stare. Avilion sighs, nodding to her as he unfolds his arms, having them rest at his sides. "Very well, Alyara. I understand. Just remember, if you wish to ask me anything, do not hesitate to ask..." he tells Alyara, sighing a little disappointed. He actually wasn't expecting such behavior from Alyara, but if that is how she feels, he won't disagree with it. He can understand that she would care little about someone who owns her. He shall not question it. Avilion heads directly towards the front door, looking back at Alyara with an emotionless stare. "Come Alyara, I'm going to see if I cannot find you a friend to keep you company. I might be busy for some time. It all depends if something specific happens..." he tells Alyara, not really an order, but merely that he wishes for her to just follow him. He opens up the door, as it is simply only locked on the outside, while there is an actual door handle on the inside, and leaves his room, heading towards the slave quarters once again...

(( Going to post in the slave place soon enough... ))