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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 24, 2016 4:18:55 GMT
As soon as the chewing began again, Thorn would feel that same onslaught of emotion, as if she had never stopped. The anxiety made the Beast even more anxious than it had been only moments before, clawing wildly at the ice that encased it within Amy's head. It tried every method it knew: roaring, begging, pleading, and logic, in that exact order. Used to getting its way, it did not like being forced down into its pit, back where it belonged, but Amy knew better than to let it out here. Her garden meant more to her than even the trauma that she had endured, and if it came to it, she would protect the little plants she had cared for so obsessively.
She took a deep, steadying breath, forcing her enhanced senses on Thorn as she spoke. It was obvious that the conversation was the continuation of some inner monologue she was not privy to, and normally she would offer her privacy for her thoughts, but the assistance in focus was necessary. It made it easier to ignore the Beast that raged against its frozen cage.
"I am a woman of a time long since passed, Queen," she said softly, hoping that her words would help to ease some of the demon's more obvious concerns. She had no interest in prying into her personal life, nor into the goings-on in Hell. Should she really wish for that information, she could more reliably turn to her Malkavian Primogen and friend, who would tell her whatever she wanted to know. "If you offer your assistance in our current predicament, you will have ours in return." As Prince, she could speak for the entire City, and more than a few people owed her favors that made her confident in her offer.
"I do not know your current problems, but I have been made aware that Hell is not the safest place for you as of right now. Should you need help with that, I have more than a few members of my City who owe me their utmost loyalty and will assist in whatever acceptable ways you wish." She emphasized the word "acceptable," mostly as a habit. No matter the situation, she maintained complete control over the choice. She did not mind loaning out her soldiers, but she would not purposefully put them in a suicidal situation. There were also certain people she knew she could not risk: Octavian, for instance. "Findero, as an example, would be at your disposal, should you find his power fitting for your cause."
She knew that the Malkavian would love to fight a war in Hell, where he felt he would be able to challenge himself. There were demons that were certain they could defeat him, but none that had raised their sword had lived to tell the tale. Not for long, anyways. She was also one of the only individuals aware of a few very special gifts that would make him one of the most useful soldiers in any war, especially one in which he risked an actual loss. He had told her much of Hell and what was happening, but only what he felt she might want to know. So far, she had managed to quiet his excitement whenever he found a particularly interesting piece of information that he thought could be used against Thorn.
She was, after all, Amy's guest.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 24, 2016 6:20:55 GMT
Thorn snorted slightluy at the offer of assistance, this was not because she didnt think that this creature could help, which she defi itely thought anyway. It wasn't because the offer was not pleasing, Thorn wasnt looking for assistance at this stage, though someone to take the place of a very disappointing Shade might be found in this place. Thorn found the offer of help given with the undercurrent of threat so normal tnat suddenly she felt at home in this place. She almost beckoned her minions to move in to the rest of the city like she was going to stay. No the reason Thorn snorted was the vampires reference to Thorn being in danger if she went back to Hell7 right now. That was such an understatement and a misguided idea now she had Oblivion tnat it reached Thorns humour and tickled her there.
The only help she wanted from this woman was to give Eto the clear so he could release himself from whatever silly vow he gave these new friends of his and come help her do one of two things. Chop Swiftclaws head off before she had to kill all her denizens, or lock him up in a way she could possibly use him later. She preferred the second choice as it would be such a waste with the first. There was no one else in this city she knew well to know what they could help with yet and definitely no one she trusted. With Eto it wasnt so much trust as she understood him to a degree, and she could use what she understood. It was simplenas that. This creature with her Thorn didnt understand, the mass of emotion inside that she could still feel chomping at the bit, and the icy exterior that literally froze objects. She honestly wanted to eat first and ask questions later. No she wouldnt ask for help but perhaps it would be beneficial that they think so, so she didnt say anything of that.
The result of the snort made her taste blood and she looked at the offending hand with surprise, she hadnt realised it had been there and certainly had been too far in thought to realise she had upset the ice woman by continuing her habits. She dropped her hand again and with an apologetic smile that was fleeting, she responded.
Perhaps we should focus on one thing at a time. A war on two fronts is a waste of resources anyway. Do you have a council for yours? It might help me understand where both sides is at this time........" she clenched her bleeding hand and forced it to stay at her side and looked away over the garden chewing her lip a little as she awaited the vampire leaders response.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 24, 2016 15:40:48 GMT
The snort made her blink, contemplating what she had said for a long moment. She was not certain where the derision may have stemmed from, but that was, within itself, a very normal occurrence for the Prince. Trapped in a time long since passed, she was not one to realize the intricacies of any given situation. Often, she was oblivious to double entendres and the in's and out's of this time. It did not matter that she had lived through every day, month, and year that had passed since her Embrace, she was as frozen in thousands of years ago as she ever was. The Curse of her people.
Her head tilted curiously to one side, trying her best to ignore the bad habits that would have gotten her strung up and beat if she did the same idle motion. Yet, as Thorn offered her an apologetic smile, Amy returned it as best she could, still holding her gaze. She would listen to whatever it was that the woman had to say, offering a little nod at the word "waste." She agreed. If Thorn attempted to take Finn or any of her other warriors - Eto was included in that thought - during the war at hand, she would have refused whatever offer the woman had. Her first priority was Nagasaki, her City.
"Yes," she murmured softly, straightening her posture and giving a very slight nod. "I hold Court with the Clans of my City, and we have representatives that are responsible for the decisions of their respective sept. We meet regularly to discuss our options. Would you like to be present for the next meeting?" It was not spoken as an offer, simply a curiosity. She was not entirely certain if she was comfortable with the demoness meeting the most important members, the Primogen, of her City as it stood. If they were systematically removed from the equation, the Keui-Jin would have no difficulty at all destroying the safe haven she had created. That thought did not sit well with her.
Yet, Etonis seemed to trust her, and Don trusted Etonis completely and irrevocably. It was difficult for Amy to allow her guard down around strangers, and the Queen was still just that: a stranger to her lands and customs. Sanctuary was already on the table as an offer, and she would not take that back so long as the woman did nothing to ruin her opportunities, but her Court was very dear to her heart. Many of the Primogen - Finn, Mizuki - were dear friends that helped her to defeat the initial threat of the Eastern Monsters years ago. She did not like the idea of risking them.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 24, 2016 16:14:10 GMT
Thorn felt the vampires reserve and she smiled. First rule ofnsurvival, never trust a demon, especially a daemon like herself. Though sitting in on the council meeting would be beneficial in this situation, Thorn wasnt sure she was ready to place herself in a group of unknown vampires, so her reserve was pretty much a match for the ice queen. She was more interested in the notes from the meeting that would have what she needed to know. She could or possibly would have to meet the other leaders of this coven in another time. The only person that had managed to ripmher soul asunder was a vampire and she had no interest in surrounding herself with them when she hardly knew anything about them. Her hand moved towards her mouth again but she forced it back down with some effort. Instead she chewed on her already mangled bottom lip, breaking the skin further, tasting blood without any recognition.
Perhaps it would be an idea to foster some understanding to promote trust to a necessary degree. Thorn comsidered this. As it was the two of them were dancing very carefully around each other, and in reality that was getting them nowhere. Perhaps if the vampire leader understood Tnorn a little more she might understand her motives and find a basis to trust in Thorns willingness to help. She thought a few moments more before she answered in a soft multitonalmwhisper that would still carry easily to the sharp ears of the female beside her.
"It is wise not to trust our kind and i understand being at war you have your guard up. Be aware i have no stake in your war except to gain the freedom of Eto to help me. As a war cannot be fought on two fronts due to the limited resources, so i also realise that i will need Etos full attention to help me in my own course with my brother. I do not know what Eto has told you and i am not sure how much you understand from the one you have named 'Finn', but if you want any information directly from me feel free to ask. All i am worried about whilst in your lands is what i should not do to damage anything. I am currently at the library researching for this very reason, and i find your pet library assistant extremely helpful. I am not fortunate to have such helpers as him. I am not here to help you for you to return the help in kind. I expect nothing back for my aid. As to your council i think itnis premature for me to sit in, and i have nothing to contribute i think, at this stage, unless you want me to go myself and destroy the leader. Otherwise i wouldnt think it wise for me to be on the council till i am more aware of your customs."
Thorn took a deep breath and looked away. This was making her uncomfortable, trying to trust and promote trust with strangers was not something she was accustomed to, and she was not sure how long the preliminary jousting wouldncarry on for. If they were to head out to war tomorrow it would be way too soon for her to accomplish trust between her and this woman. If these bouts were to go on for a few months she might learn where she could help and it would be much more effective. She would also need to learn about the other group of souled vampires, and asking about them here might cause this female to wonder at her motives. The blood was now dripping off her chin to vanish into her shadow robes. One side of her bottom lip was a torn mess, and her hand itched to m9ve to her mouth.
"If i were you i wouldn't trust me either. Sometimes i don't tryst myself and especially since......" her thoughts went to the feathers. The dwarves had reassured her but the emotions were still something she was getting used to. But she was resolved to answer any questions to help them work better together.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 24, 2016 16:45:06 GMT
The Prince clung to every word that the woman said, deciphering it to the best of her capability. She was offering information of her own free will, and Amy could not help but wonder why. What did she hope to gain from this encounter? The Queen did not seem to be one for friends, nor did she seem like she would need allies, even in the fight. Her focus was Etonis, the strange Assamite man, though Amy could not figure out the relationship that existed between the two. Was she his lover? If she was, what did that make Don? At least that would explain Don's negative response to the Unchained.
Attempting to determine the inner workings of personal politics always made her head hurt. She was, at her core, a very simple woman, and the complexities of other people did little aside from make her uncomfortable. She gave a very slight shake of her head, deciding to leave their lives to them and stay as far away from the situation as she could manage. If something happened and Don became volatile, she would try to intervene, mostly to keep all of Nagasaki from being set alight. Until then, she was content in her ignorance.
Giving a very slight tilt of her head to one side, Amy refocused her attention on the woman before her. Trust... Such an interesting concept. She had very few that she truly trusted, and if asked, she wasn't certain she'd be able to tell anyone when it was that they had earned her trust. It was simply there, as if it always had been. "Since what, dear Queen?"
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 24, 2016 17:10:23 GMT
Thorn stiffened and gritted her teeth a little at the vampires inquiry. Sometimes she would forget she was actually talking to another person, and her mouth would conti ue her minds thought a little before she planted her lips back together where they should be. At this moment she would have happily wrapped the female dwarf around the male dwarf and strangled them with each others bodies. Her eyes searched the shadows for enemies in an almost impulsive way, a habit from her past daemonling years when it seemed the wilderness would swallow her. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself tightly and her wings underneath shifted a little for comfort. She suddenly felt chilled. Ok so the way to gain trust was to give a little from yourself first. That was the way of the human derivatives was it not? Maybe if she gave she might gain. Besides, what could the vampire do with this information besides gain a little more understanding about her kind? Thorn took a deep breath and tried to explain. There were only a couple of tones to her voice and it was even softer than before. She almost hoped noone would hear her.
"What you and yours know of my kind i am not sure, and truly there are still things i need to learn about my own kind as i find more and more i am not particularly typical of them. Point in fact i dont know if you have seen many daemons from hell7, but they are not the same colour as me, not in the least. To my kind i am odd......ugly......unusual. With emotions, well we only feel those demon8c emotions, they are all we are supposed to understand. Other types of emotions are the angelic range, more for the hosts not the hordes. But lately..."
Thorns voice trails off for a moment and she chews her lip in thought. Its as if she is by herself perhaps having a conversation with herslef out loud, like the vampire next to her is not there. She shivers as if chilled, but nothing to do with the ice female near her, and she is still radiating the same heat she usuallu does.
"Just recently i have been changing. There are a few physical things, my eyes more white in radiance, grey feathers growing on my wings, my soul itself turning a blinding silvery white......" Her voice is very soft for the next few lines. "But the problem is the e otional range. I'm understanding things that i should not, feeling things that i should not. My memory, I'm seeing things in a different way....i feel guilt, sorrow, blame."
Her voice trails off as her face becomes a little haunted and she doesnt look at the vampire full on. Time reaching from before gaia came into being, actions remembered from so long again now understood. Things she did and never understood what they caused for others. She speaks again, and eerie multitoned voice like a childs choir. "I didnt know.......and now."
She stands stock still for a long moment in contemplation her eyes far away and her mind in some other place, some other time. Then she blinks and the spell is broken. She shakes herself and glances around at the vampiremleader and smiles a little foolishly. "I'm sorry, i lost my train of thought. What was the question?"
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 24, 2016 17:28:38 GMT
It must be a strange existence for the denizens of Hell. She knew that Don was limited in her own range of emotion but it seemed to be to a far less degree than what the Queen was describing. While she kept everything she felt hidden deep beneath layers of ice, where she could control everything that showed across her face. To think of not having those emotions at all? It would either be a blessedly logical existence or one she wouldn't wish on anybody. Perhaps she should ask Finn about that... Surely, he would know.
Amy did not interrupt as the woman rambled on. It became apparent that she was used to silence, where nobody could overhear whatever it was she was saying out loud. She was used to privacy, and as much as the Prince wanted to offer it to her... There was too much that interested her in this conversation. Her icy eyes remained transfixed, curiosity the prevailing emotion, as she continued on.
She was uncertain what a broader range in emotions meant for the demon kind. It seemed that not even the Queen fully understood what was happening to her, and in a way, she had earned Amy's pity. It wasn't meant to be insulting, but being so uncertain, so loose as she was, must be a sad existence indeed. Amy Sorel, the Prince of Lunaria, would have used that to her advantage. She would have seen the weakness as something that could be cultivated. However, since falling in love with her husband, Amy had changed.
She found she wanted to help this woman, to find a way to ease her sorrows. In very Octavian fashion, she had the urge to reach out and touch the Queen's shoulder, but managed to force that down before her fingers so much as twitched. Her smile, however, said it all. "Never mind the question, Queen of Fiends," she murmured, her voice an almost motherly purr. "I should not pry. Perhaps one day, you will share your tale with me."
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 25, 2016 8:26:42 GMT
Thorn blinked in surprise and a little dismay, now she was just being rude. The woman had asked a question and she was trying to answer, but she couldnt for the life of her remember what the question was. She looked at the vampire in consternation at her attitude of kindness and tried to understand what she had allowed for that to be her bearing. Finally Thorn looked away and her hand automatically went to her mouth though she made it drop before allowing her teeth to touch a nail. Eons had passed of her lifetime but she felt like an infant with these new emotions and the understanding that went with it. It was like learning life and everything all over again. Her lip was caught again between her fangs and she bit down hard. She had no idea how many mistakes she was making and she suddenly wished Eto was here to help.
Her eyes grew suddenly distant and she frowned as her head tilted to the side as if l8stening to something from somewhere else. She smiled then, as best she could with the mangled lip trappedmby sharp teeth. When her eyes refocused she glanced several times and then brought her thoughts into ficus as well before clearing her throatna bit. Her tone was formal when she spoke again and she addressed the female with the politeness afforded an equal and a friend, or something to that effect as it is to Thorn.
"I am curious to the sweet creature you keep in your library. I know he must be incredibly invaluable to you as a scholar and a loyal friend. I would ask that you loan him to me if he is agreeable. It seems in my short time here i have perhaps pained or caused hurt or upset to you and yours", she also meant the little red spawn that was latched onto Eto, "in the hopes i dont commit any more offenses i would like him near when i visit, to possibly be an advisor or to council in your ways. That is of course if you can spare him?"
Thorn had stopped and was facing the vampiress directly with a serious expression and luminous silver white eyes that seemed to glow a little stronger than before. Or perhaps it was j7st the lighting in this garden....
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 25, 2016 17:25:26 GMT
Sweet creature? Library? The only Kindred that frequented the library of Nagasaki were Tremere, and she couldn't possibly imagine any being kind or intelligent enough for Thorn to call them "sweet." Her head tilted curiously to one side at her request, contemplating it for a moment. She understood why the woman would want assistance in a culture so completely different from her own, but it all depended on who, exactly, she was asking for help.
"Which creature?" she murmured on a soft purr. Her voice sounded far more genuine than it often did, lilted with a European accent and fettered with thick curiosity. "Do you have a name? I can more accurately make a decision if I know exactly whom it is you are requesting."
In actuality, she was not certain she would refuse the woman's suggestion. She understood the need to have a familiar face and somebody you can depend on as a translator when in new lands with unfamiliar customs, but she would not allow a Tremere open access to the entirety of her City, nor her Court, as she had offered to Thorn. It did not matter much whom it was of that Clan, she had heavy misgivings about the sorcerers, all of whom she felt were untrustworthy down to their core. The motives of the Clan were almost identical no matter the location, all because of their intricate bond to that damnedable cup.
As her thoughts wandered through the despicable creatures, her disgust would become apparent to Thorn. It was very well focused, solely on the Tremere Clan, but it was not something that she could actively avoid. Years and years of bias based on betrayal were difficult to overlook, even in the presence of a woman worth knowing, as far as she was concerned. It was not easy to change how a person felt about things, especially a person as old as Amy O'Connor.
Her gaze met Thorn's with complete confidence, even as they stopped on the pathway. The Prince understood the dangers of looking somebody of power in the eye, probably even more so than other Kindred, but it was a show of trust as much as she could offer it. The glow of the demon's eyes did not seem to put her off or concern her, and perhaps it should. She felt very little worry about Thorn as a person; as far as she could tell, they had mutual standing with each other. At the very least, they had an understanding based around one individual: Eto.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 26, 2016 10:22:39 GMT
Thorn chewed her lipmfor a while as she studied the vampires face before her. Maybe this was not such a good idea, but the little librarian seemed unconcerned. She clenched her hands at her sides to stop them from moving towards her mouth, although the emotions would be nice to feed off it would be best to keep this female in a good mood if she was requesting something of her. She also had no idea of the vampire leaders council and who was important to her, she just assumed this man would be important because of his knowledge base and gentle seeming nature. What if she asked her for someone intimately involved with her? Could this male be her consort or something? Thorns eyes glanced around at her shadow minions resting in their hiding places and reassured herself that she was safe. The female had never offered her any animosity but old habits die hard. Thorn could feel the location and see through the eyes of every one of her minions.
"I do beg your pardon but i am at this moment researching in your local library." She swallowed a bit nervously and smiled tightly at the woman in front of her. "I hope you dont mind, but after our first meeting i was worried i might make other mistakes so i decided to do some research on a couple of levels....." sharing her multiple body ability was revealing a lot but she guessed the vampire leader would find out eventually anyway. "When i reached the library i literally ran into one of your creatures, he speaks very highly of you. I am sure the welcome i got from him was because of my mentioning your name. He gave me his name as 'Bernd', he said he would be agreeable to helping me only if you were happy with the accommodation. So i am asking you?"
The tight smile was still there but it was so stressed as to only seem to stretch her face in an unaccustomed way. She then began to walk along the path, her nervousness causing her to fidget as one hand starts to pull off her nails from the other and her lip being treated to a new toothy onslaught. Perhaps she was assuming way too much too early, but this female was not very forthcoming with her thoughts, and emotions were all she could feel. She felt the negativity from the female when she mentioned her library personnel and Thorn had no idea what that meant. Perhaps this female did not trust any other information but that from this 'Finn' character? She didnt know. Intrigue was not something Thorn enjoyed and the second guessing was causing her a lot of stress. She had left the daemon court not long after receiving her quest and it had been relief. Now she felt like she had been shoved headfirst into a sticky barrel of politics.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 26, 2016 16:15:02 GMT
The moment the demon said his name, Amy's face softened visibly. Bernd was a kind creature indeed, a Nosferatu of the highest standing in her court. He had come to her requesting only two things: sanctuary, and safety for his little angel, Blue. The pair were, for the most part, harmless, and had quickly won over the softest part of the Prince's heart. They had shown her nothing but complete loyalty, to the utmost degree. During their brief time in Nagasaki, Bernd had worked his way from a fledgling in her customs to the Primogen of his Clan and the historian of her City. She had a deep-rooted respect for his work and took time to answer whatever questions he may have.
Her wild emotions seemed to calm once she knew Thorn was not asking about a Tremere, a despicable, magic-using Clan full of traitorous and cruel individuals. In fact, as she understood it, Bernd had his own animosity towards the Sorcerers, based on what they had done to his Blue. Just thinking of the once-pretty girl made Amy's heart squeeze. The Tremere had morphed her, changed her, and tortured her. She wore the evidence of it all over her body, in the form of nasty scarring, marring what might have been a beautiful child. Unlike most Kindred, Blue had no way to function under the Masquerade: her fifteen foot wing span prevented that. Yet, she seemed happy as could be living in their little apartment and holding Elysium for those that needed the Nosferatu's knowledge, hiding away from the world that had, for so long, only caused her pain and grief.
"Bernd is a wonderful man," Amy agreed with a nod of her head. The smile she offered the Queen was significantly more genuine than it would have been moments before. "He is a connoisseur of knowledge, especially where the Traditions of the Camarilla are concerned. He is also the leader of his Clan, the Nosferatu. Here, we call that rank 'Primogen,' and he wears the title proudly." As Thorn began to wander, the Prince followed at her side, shoulders seeming to relax once more. Even the Beast, a whirlwind of wild emotions, had calmed itself. "I have absolutely no qualms about his assisting you."
As it so happened, Bernd held his own place in Court, so the idea of having him around more often only managed to comfort Amy. She knew that he would not give the Queen of the Fiends any falsified information, and that his kind demeanor would lead him to taking the best possible care of their guest as possible. There were few people in the City that she trusted, as most struggled to earn that trust initially, but Bernd? "He is welcome wherever you are welcome. However, he does have a companion that he does not leave for extended periods of time. A Lady Blue." As she mentioned the winged Kindred, called a Gargoyle, Amy seemed to soften further. Even the Beast purred in contentment. "The two are rarely seen apart. She is welcome, as well, so long as Bernd keeps the Masquerade in mind."
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 26, 2016 16:36:44 GMT
This female was absolutely intriguing. One moment she was a mass of chaotic emotions and the next she was a self assured gentlewoman with complete composure with emotions either shut down or of no value to Thorn in a consuming way. Thorn was so surprised by the vampires sudden change she recoiled, again wishing that she could read minds of the ones she felt emotions from. At least she had gained what she wanted, and having the vampire male around could possibly be the best idea she had had since coming into this place that Eto cared for. She had no thoughts on the one called 'Blue Angel', she only had others words about her, but if everyone was willing to accept her around 2ith the vampire male then Thorn was all for it.
She could only guess at the bond between this vampire and the one from the library, obviously she was right thinking he was important. The leader trusted him very much to be happy with this arrangement. She had no idea what a primogen entailed, the different names were still a mess in her head as she was taking information from a few bodies at present, but when she had time to think about it and order it properly in her mind she would have all the information she needed from this kittle gathering trip. With Bernd to guide her perhaps she can get this feud out of the way or at least headed in the direction of solving it. But first things first, she needed to thank the female next to her, and check that she hadnt overstepped in any way.
"My thanks to you, Prince Amy. I do believe this might work out for the best. Do not fear that i will harm your 'primogen' in any way, he has already told me i cannot touch him for fear of addiction." She sighed a little of this failure but moved on. "I will inform him that you have approved it but you might want to tell him yourself, he may not believe me due to loyalty. It is understandable in such times as these with the war shadowing your future."
Thorn then studied the vampire beside her with a sidelong look trying to decipher her. She was an interesting puzzle, and if she could ever get the chance to take her apart she wondered what she would find within.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 26, 2016 16:50:19 GMT
"I will summon Bernd and his angel whenever you depart for the evening," Amy said with a nod of her head. She understood Thorn's uncertainty on the topic and, in actuality, she would like to speak to the Nosferatu herself. He had a watchful eye and spoke a language similar to that of the Prince. She knew she could dance around the topic while still attaining the answers she sought. She did not have to ask him his opinion on the Queen of Fiends, she could simply ask if he trusted to have Blue around her regularly. They were both intimately familiar with the way politics and training demanded you speak, and it served to make the Prince even more comfortable in his presence.
Amy seemed just as oblivious to Thorn's thoughts as she had been during the entirety of their conversation. Had she known, or even had an inclination towards, the fact that the Queen wanted to "take her apart," she probably would have politely asked her to leave. In times of war, it served no purpose to question those that offered their services, so long as they had proper rapport in the City. Etonis Vadia was willing to vouch for her, and after he promised his swords to their cause, she had no reason to doubt him.
The Prince turned her icy gaze back towards her guest, letting her eyes dart around her face as she searched for anything beyond the bad habits she clung to so obsessively. It was difficult for Amy to look at her lip at all, seeing what a bloodied mess it became at the onslaught, but it was not an area of focus for the woman, anyways. Her head tilted curiously to one side as she contemplated that word: addiction. She was not certain quite what the woman meant by that, but it was an interesting thought. Could one become addicted to how Thorn fed? She did not have her own personal answers. Perhaps she should speak to Etonis or to Finn. Surely, one would know.
"So long as he or Mister Vadia are present, feel free to wander the City. There are multiple sights that you may find interesting and plenty of people to speak to. Finn frequents his own Elysium, a Cathedral deep within City limits, should you feel like visiting him." For some reason, one she could not quite understand, Amy was also about to suggest Thorn go to the Memorial for the Locke couple, where she could meet the Wraiths, or into the forest just outside of town. While she had no doubt that Rumor would be helpful in the gathering of information, she was not completely confident introducing the Queen to such an... interesting individual. Not yet. The Golconda-to-be had other things that kept her busy.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 27, 2016 16:03:42 GMT
Thorn nodded, it was reassurance to the vampire beside her but also in answer to the females words. Her eyes became distant for a time and she stood very still for a moment or two as if listening to something far away. Thorns facial expresion changed several times in the space of a few moments and at one point she seemed to sag a little her body went limp and sank to the ground like the air leaving a balloon. An internal conversation could be heard on the very edges of the sense, and thorn could be heard answering though it was impossible to make out words. Her heard bent to one side for a moment with a distant pleasant voice of some male talking and replying to questions. Then a female that wasnt thorn, and then Etos voice mumured. The tension over thorns features seemed to relax and a while later her head came up and her eyes reficused.
Thorn looked around then at the vampire leader and smiled, the smile seemed genuine.
" i do beg pardon, Prince Amy, if i worried you it was unintentional. I've just received some answers to questions that were bothering me." Thorn rises as she speaks and puts a hand out to the female her face calm. "I think your friend Bernd would be perfect to guide me, and i think this arrangement will help the both of us immensely. I look forward to working with you", Thorn would shake the vampires hand briefly but warmly before bowing from the waist respectfully.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 27, 2016 23:59:12 GMT
The utter emptiness of Limbo lingered around the edges of Amy's awareness, even as the body crumbled to the ground. She knew she should have been concerned, but she had watched Don as she abandoned a host more than a few times, and the motion was familiar to her. Still, something gnawed away at her as she wondered what exactly was so important. She managed to remain exactly where she stood, her icy eyes trained solely on the body as she waited for the soul to return. If she had a heart, it might have skipped a beat in the few moments she was alone, but she did not bother to look around her garden, nor to offer her any privacy. Her hearing was not nearly strong enough to figure out what was being said wherever it was Thorn was, but that was easy to accept.
When Thorn returned to her body, the shoulders of the Prince shifted up in tension and confusion. She would not ask what the questions were, especially considering the woman seemed to want to move back to the relevant topic at hand: Bernd. She wanted to know what was spurring the body forward, why the host seemed so devoid of any sort of self-awareness or consciousness when not being controlled, but those questions would have to wait. Maybe Finn or Don would know the answers, but for some reason, she highly doubted even that.
Taking the woman's hand was easy, even as the heat poured into her. She could feel the weakness in her muscles, her knees beginning to shake, but this time, she was prepared for the hell fire. The moment the two touched, steam poured from between them, the air seeming to fill with it. It only stopped production when they both stepped back, and Amy began to breathe once more, focusing on absorbing the cold from the Nagasaki winter air. It was a surprise that no snow fell as the seasons shifted, spring quick to approach.
"And I, you, Queen of the Fiends." Amy, too, bowed from her waist, one foot placed perfectly behind the other. The careful mixture of the curtsy and the bow was well practiced and carefully executed. "Hopefully, we can assist each other in the problems at hand."
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