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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2017 21:00:10 GMT -8
Assuming Leviath continued to follow the High Lady, Lucile would arrive on horseback - stopping at the fine stables just outside the establishment to ensure her mount was taken care of... strangely enough, under her watchful eye. It was clear to anyone that knew her that she was very adept at tending to horses, and held a special interest in them. Once she was satisfied it (and Leviath's, should he have joined her) were well taken care of, she would head for the front door.
"I think you might appreciate a place like this. Less rabble, a little more class. Hence why I rarely leave Uptown. I don't think I ever received your name, by the way."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2017 8:00:30 GMT -8
Chataya would giggle softly as her brother berated the little vampire. The thing was frightened. It very much reminded her of the slaves that she trained, about the frightened looks they would give her just before they got to the point of breaking. He would have been such an easy one. Breaking him would probably take her about 1 to 2 weeks. After that just train him in the basics of serving and he could be off within a month or 2. Maybe she should take him after all.
That was until he opened his mouth, once again showing them just how frightened he was. "Just let him go. It wouldn't be any fun to train him anyway." she would say, a bored look returning to her face as she sipped from her own cup, putting one of her legs over the other.
It was soon after that she would hear a voice behind her that she recognized. She would immediately jump up from her seat and walk over. "Hello, dear Lucile! I didn't expect to you find you here this afternoon." she would then look over to Leviath had he chosen to come along. "Who is your friend?"
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Leviath Bahat
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Jul 21, 2017 7:39:59 GMT -8
After climbing down off the horse Leviath scanned the outside of the tavern with some delicacy, followed by the street and area around it. It certainly looked to have less squalor than the area of the city he had seen, but he had to wonder if the things that lived here had the character to back up the finery. In most places the wealthy and aristocratic were of weak will, taken by greed and soft in body and heart. A balance was needed in his eyes.
"You didn't receive it," he told Lucile as he followed her towards the door. "And I am not yet convinced you will receive it."
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Royal Fletcher
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Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jul 23, 2017 17:53:00 GMT -8
Roy didn't need to be told twice. He fled from the tavern, spotting Leviath as he left. He immediately recognized the older vampire and picked up the pace. What was he doing here? Didn't he run the other scary place full of vampires? Were they connected, somehow? Roy didn't know, but he remembered how frightening the other place had been and didn't want to stay to find out. He skirted around tables and sprinted out the door, praying that nobody would catch him and bring him back. He just wanted to go home, to get out of this awful place with its scary people and strange hot chocolate.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2017 1:07:04 GMT -8
Lucile smiled upon the arrival of a fellow aristocrat, but her steps came to a sudden stop at Leviath's rude response. He was testing her patience, surely. Yet the thin smile remained on her lips as she turned in place and made a subtle gesture of indication towards the visitor - settling a thin gaze upon the man that was a clear indicator that she was no longer enjoying the company he provided.
Without any other word or outward indicator of her displeasure, there seemed to be a bit of an feeling that buzzed through the humming tavern - the noise, though nothing obnoxious, quietened down a bit and other patrons seemed to scoot further away from where the Warden and High Lady were standing.
The woman's voice was sharp and blunt now, losing the sweetness she had held previously. It was hard and straight to business. "You make for a rude guest and terrible company. Are your actions the custom of where you hail from?" she barks, somehow still smiling.
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Leviath Bahat
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Jul 25, 2017 12:43:30 GMT -8
As Lucile spoke out against his supposed rudeness and bad company, Leviath's eyes traced the path of Royal Fletcher as he moved around tables in a clear attempt to make his escape. For a moment Leviath considered reaching out a hand and stopping him from getting through the door, if not only to inquire about his business in Helmfirth and the reason for why he seemed so distressed. Yet it seemed Lucile would prove a more important object of attention, so he simply stepped aside and let the Fletcher leave without so much as a 'hello'.
Leviath blinked and turned his attention back to Lucile's face, where he found he couldn't decide if Lucile's smile was a mask to hide some anxiety or simply her attempt at being condescending. "My name will remain my own until such a time comes that I decide my visit to this city can serve some greater purpose, or bear some unexpectedly pleasant fruit. If this night ends with my melting into the night, never to step foot in this land again, then what good would knowing me do? Identity can be a dangerous concept; a chain to hold you down or a pair of wings to raise you into the sky. Give me, dear High Lady, the opportunity to learn what identity I may make in this place before forcing me to choose one. I believe it would be courteous of you to do so, given that in your repeated acts of aggression against me I not once was rude enough to make a move of retaliation."
At that point he fell silent for a moment so he could examine the other occupants of the tavern.
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Aleister Crowley
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Post by Aleister Crowley on Jul 25, 2017 14:34:10 GMT -8
After Roy had been dismissed, and wisely chose to leave, Aleister watched his sister walk over to the arriving High Lady and her guest. He chose to listen in on the exchange for just a moment before getting to his feet to go and address Lucile properly.
"Lady Frederica, your beauty brings this establishment to a halt." Aleister said, complementing the High Lady on her appearance as he always did; but of course it wasn't her looks that brought the tavern to a stand-still. "Whatever has brought you here, I count it as a welcome bit of luck - and timely as well, as I must admit my normally cherub-like demeanor has been soured by some repugnant company of my own."
There were many way to describe Aleister's typical demeanor, but cherub-like was not one of them. He motioned to the table he's just risen from.
"Please, allow me to offer you a seat Lucile - and, if it pleases you, to our new friend who so readily confuses the simple convenience of a moniker with one's own identity. I do believe the conversation has the chance to be interesting, if nothing else."
It appeared as if the prospect of the company of his sister and the High Lady, along with a bit of civilized conversation had indeed brightened his mood a bit. Anything had to be better than the insufferable child he'd just been rid of.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2017 3:49:45 GMT -8
This one was hiding something. She was convinced of it now. In a very small gesture, she would lift her hand up with the back gently pressed to her lips - more so, that the ring on her right middle finger would be pressed to them. It was a gold band set with a smooth, rounded bloodstone gem. It would sparkle with a sheen for just a moment and then resume to a normal state.
She simply nodded to Aleister at his words and took a seat at the table the sibling necromancers had occupied - paying little head to nearby visitors that tried to quietly scoot further from the table. She gestured for Leviath to do the same across the table, putting him closer to the Warden. "The fact that you opt to hide rather than even try to fake one, in addition to the fact that you pulsed across my city in a smaller form tells me that you are utterly untrustworthy. But I am trying to be patient here and listen, though you give me less and less incentive to do so. Would you kindly speak something aside from utter nonsense? If you're bothered by the fact that I acted upon your rather suspicious reach out, then I will apologize for the misunderstanding.
"But I want you to understand that you are treading on very, very thin ice now, sir. And without even a name, should it be yours or not, I have no choice but to address you as I see you. And that is a borderline criminal," she murmurs, her tone not threatening but more very cautious. Her smile with thin and barely there now - her demeanor starting to falter to her true feelings. The very direct aura around her was humming with a newfound energy - though it was hardly an act of a threat, either. "You come into my city and proceed to disperse yourself in a method that looks rather consuming, and then outright refuse for something as simple as a label to be addressed for propriety sake."
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Leviath Bahat
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Jul 29, 2017 9:07:29 GMT -8
"Then you may consider that ice broken. You have insulted me for the final time this evening and I will not sit here and be party to it any longer," he spoke plainly as he looked down to the table where the vampire mistress and her associates sat. "I understand now, as perhaps I should have when first we met, that no state of parley can exist between us. You are crude, unsophisticated and as old as your blood may be I doubt the aristocracy of it when you sully it so by acting like nothing more than foolish peasantry."
"And this is why I do not give my name. You have proven you are not worthy of it or worthy to speak it. You seem to exist in this place like rats, scurrying around with care for no greater purpose than to satisfy your own hunger and petulant, hedonistic desire. So I wish you good evening, and take my leave."
He turned around then, not knowing whether to expect another show of violence from the High Lady but fully intending to continue on towards the door. It was only when he reached just before it that he stopped, lamenting, "such potential in this place. Wasted..." A moment later, he would walk through the door like light passing through a window.
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Post by Aleister Crowley on Jul 30, 2017 13:50:24 GMT -8
Aleister took his seat once more after the High Lady had taken hers. The necromancer leaned back in his chair as Leviath Bahat spoke, listening to the stranger's lecture of parley and peasantry. Aleister folded his hands across his stomach with a genuine smile across his face. He seemed to be enjoying Leviath's little tirade.
"A brilliant retort from an intellectual pygmy!" he said jovially. "Talk of parley when there isn't even a dispute, and a facile, empty-headed assessment of sophistication by someone who admits themselves uncertain of their own identity. Please, do tell me more! Impart to me more of your wisdom - great sage!"
Aleister laughed, and at Leviath's mention of hedonistic desire would add;
"There is nothing else, you short-sighted imbecile! Did you actually come here to peddle your ridiculous delusions of grandeur? To us? Good day sir." he said, still chuckling at the absurdity of the encounter as Leviath walked out - free to go on his way.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2017 1:38:41 GMT -8
Chataya would lean into Lucile. "Not a very fun one is he?" she giggled softly and slightly mean before she would follow the others to the table. Again, she would take a close seat next to her brother and drink from her own goblet, slowly and delicate.
She would then listen to the conversation unfolding, deciding to stay quiet and listen. It was a very odd one, she wasn't very used to anyone speaking like that to Lucile and would raise up an eyebrow every time an insult would fall. It wouldn't take long before the strange figure would leave them alone once again.
Only then she would turn to Lucile. "I am sorry Lucile, I didn't mean to call such a crude creature a friend of yours. I am glad he left. What is he doing in Helmfirth?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2017 3:53:38 GMT -8
... that one would likely be better off dead. She was certain of it. Sadly, there was little call for his execution. He was a guest in Airedale, clearly, as apparently he sought himself higher than the very city and wasn't staying long. At least she could make sure of that. Leviath Bahat would find upon his exit of the establishment that there was a rather large escort of horsemen that had followed - and would swiftly see him not only to the gates that filtered traffic in and out of the city, but even escort him most of the way through the forests until he could find himself in brighter territory. It would be a clear sign that he was no longer welcome. Lucile let her expression fall when the man made his unglorious way out the door, clearly irritated. The energy practically humming in her immediate aura crackled with electricity until she could settle herself down. She made a simple gesture of her hand to a maiden that worked the tavern, and she scurried off to answer that call for a drink of her own. Despite the fact she was beautifully dressed in that white dress, she would lean back in her chair a bit with an arm drawn back and elbow hooked over one corner of the back. "I do not know. I have no idea who he is, what it was he was searching for in the city, his purpose - I didn't acquire a damn thing about the man other than the fact he wants to stand toe to toe with me despite how much I tried to be polite. Granted, I attacked him - but kindly explain to me where seeing a surge of power in the form of vampiric transformation and travel dispersing over the city like a smog is NOT something to be alert of? Assume he had been here to attempt a take over with an ability like that - I think it would be very irresponsible of me as an overseer of the people to let it have happened and not quell it." Her free hand came up and gripped the edge of the lovely dining table, and there was a sound of wood crunching as she clenched her fingers about both sides. "Please explain to me where an action like that wasn't cause for alarm, and how it wasn't a very rude thing to do - yet, somehow I was wrong for doing so. Please explain to me how and why I might have even considered to bring him to dine in hopes of learning, and then even think of maybe introducing him into the covenant for consideration-" CRUNCH. A chunk of the table crushed like dirt in her hand. There was an awkward moment as she stared at her hand and the splinters and sawdust that tumbled from her fist over the delicate fabrics of her gown and to the floor in silence. She would open her hand and let the remains fall to the floor and carefully place her hand in her lap, and the dangerous air would stifle and settle as she suppressed it. Her voice would come out in a very quiet and gentle tone. "... ... apologies, Aleister. Chataya. It was not my intent to sully your day with this."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2017 0:45:40 GMT -8
Chataya couldn't help but be slightly amused by Lucile's sudden anger. She could understand where it was coming from, but a part of her just loved to see the woman fuming from the inside out. It brought out a certain beauty inside her face that was very hard to resist.
"We would never blame you for any decision you made, my Dear. Just have the man followed and make sure that he leaves our pretty island alone once more. You shouldn't let such a dumb vampire ruin your day." She would put her hand on top of Lucile. "I would feed him to Bubbles for you, but I doubt I could overpower him myself," she said with a naughty smile.
She would gesture towards one of the maids and snap her fingers. It didn't take long before a plate with rich and luxurious chocolates would be set in the middle of the table. "Maybe that will cheer our Lady up for now?" she said once again, biting on one of her nails with a smile of amusement on her face.
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