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Post by Eto on May 21, 2016 4:12:49 GMT
Eto laughed tumbled and rolled himself into a predatory crouch, however gone were his ruby eyes and perfectly alabaster complexion, in their place stood a human, olive skinned and green eyed, joyous, happy and very very good. Humanity rolled off him in waves as he laughed, a childlike sound known only to a very select few. His daughter for the first time in her life was witnessing Eto, as he was truly meant to be. Human. "Old pup more like Nukes." He laughed turning toward his daughter.
"Nice to finally meet you Gabrielle." He spoke to her very warmly, very innocently, and with a look of pride and joy in his forest green eyes. "Unfortunately, our meeting will be very short." He grinned toward the daughter he never truly would ever know before turning back to Nuko. "Don't let him be too cruel yeah?" He asked his only running buddy, knowing that the request would be completely in vain.
Those green eyes turned once again towards his daughter as his fiery red hair darkened to a pure black in a matter of seconds, and the kindness that was so apparent and pure in his green eyes turned to pure fury and hate as they bled to a complete obsidian. "Locke, it looks like our mutual friend brought us a snack... How polite of him." Malice and hatred bled off him in waves, filled his words and seemed to absolutely coat anything and everything he did and said.
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Post by Gabrielle Thorn Vadia on May 21, 2016 6:14:00 GMT
She was shocked to her core to see the Gangrel woman catch her father, bringing him down. Her eyes, the same kaleidoscope of her mother, widened in something akin to fear as she took in his changed appearance. He smelled completely human, and she wasn't sure how to take that. Holding her ground, sitting on the grassy field with her legs crossed, she simply stared. "F-finally?" Gabrielle whispered, tilting her head to one side.
She had known her father all of her life, a man that was rarely absent from her daily diatribe. He was her friend, mentor, and sparring partner, but she hadn't ever seen him look so... happy. She started to reach out to him, to touch him, when everything... darkened. Even the shadows seemed to respond to the fleeing of his soul. Her breath caught in her chest, and looking into those eyes, she actually fell back a bit.
"Father?" She whispered. It was beneath Gabrielle to whimper or cry, but she was close to breaking her composure. This man felt like her father, but only in the way the human had. Distant, like something was missing. She meshed her teeth together, but it was obvious she didn't understand. Glancing towards Inuko, she silently begged for some kind of explanation. "F-Father??"
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on May 21, 2016 6:22:50 GMT
"I'll take care of her," Inuko promised her friend, when he was still human. As he turned his attention to his daughter, she flipped her legs around, bringing her feet under her so she could stand to her pathetic height, barely five feet. She stretched, grinning, and gave a little shake of her head. Eto, as she knew him, would never get to spend time with his daughter. Paics would always influence him, make him colder, harder to spend time with.
She ran her fingers through her pink hair, tilting her head to one side. She didn't bother to pay Gabrielle any more attention, watching the transformation from friend to companion instead. "Now, now," she murmured, chastising him with humor in her tone. "Don't get too excited. Are you telling me you don't recognize Gabrielle on your own?" She snickered in obvious amusement, walking over to the vampire with no fear or concern in her steps.
"Gabrielle Thorn Vadia." Each name was pointed, her golden eyes giving a flash. She hoped he understood her hint, but if he didn't, she would explain. Having not been present for the conversation before their little romp, she had no clue how much the Unchained might know. She glanced at the terrified girl, giving her a subtle shake of her head, and moving to stand between the two of them.
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Post by Eto on May 22, 2016 0:45:51 GMT
The dark creatures eyes shifted to the diminutive pink haired creature whom he shared a rather strange kinship with. "I know who she is Locke." The low growl that accompanied his voice was less than pleased, it had been ages since he'd seen moonlight through his own eyes. "That doesn't mean she isn't food, it just means I've got to kill her quickly." His black eyes shifted to the form of Gabrielle. "Unless you want to kill her yourself." He spoke to Locke in particularly cruel terms.
"Daddy dearest has kept the children safe for centuries, kept them from me, kept them from him." Paics growled low, angrily, threateningly towards the child, long cruel claws extending dangerously from his hands. Locke's gift, used to murder Eto's child, the irony drew a dark venomous laugh from the ashen skinned vampire.
"Afterall, it's not like he doesn't have more children."
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Post by Gabrielle Thorn Vadia on May 22, 2016 0:57:32 GMT
Her breath caught in her throat and she scrambled backwards when she saw those claws extend. She knew what they could do and they terrified her. Unchained or not, trained or not, she would have to be abnormally lucky if she wanted to escape those deadly weapons. Her sword may be able to block them, but unless she managed to keep them away from her, she was a goner.
Gabrielle swallowed her fear, fingers finding the hilt of the scimitar as she stared Paics down. She didn't know the difference between him and the father she knew, other than the obvious physical abnormalities. She bared her fangs, the elongated canines the tell tale sign of her vampiric heritage. Letting out a low hiss, she tensed, preparing to draw her weapon.
For the first time in her life, she felt a legitimate fear of the man that raised her. Even during the most rigorous of her training, she had always felt confident that he would never harm her, never try to kill her. Yet, staring at his black eyes, that confidence melted away. He might actually kill her, like this.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on May 22, 2016 1:10:17 GMT
Inuko couldn't help but roll her eyes and sigh as the two stared each other down. She could smell their tension and feel the prospective fight pressing against her skin like a physical force. If she didn't do something to stop them, and soon, she would have a dead demon to explain to her dear friend. She had promised to keep Gabrielle safe; it might cause a few problems if she had accidentally lied to Eto.
Shifting her weight, she made sure she was completely between the two, breaking any sort of possibility of eye contact. Black slowly began to bleed into the gold of her eyes, a sure sign that the Monster that lived beneath her skin was rising to the challenge. A brow cocked and she offered Paics a smile, shaking her head. "Why try a fight that isn't going to be a challenge? If you want to get out of that nasty little funk, then find a challenge."
She gasped, suddenly, and placed her fingers against her bottom lip, looking shocked. "Oh, wait! I forgot! You got bored with the idea of a challenge and gave up fighting me. Oh yeah! How could I forget?" She laughed a wicked sort of laugh, tossing her head back. She knew she was baiting the beast, but what did she care? What was he going to do?
Kill her?
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Post by Eto on May 23, 2016 1:26:24 GMT
Paics laughed with such cruelty and disdain as Gabrielle bared her fangs and hissed, that it was obvious how beneath her she was. Those cruel black eyes latched onto Locke's as soon as she stood between them. The wicked smile on his face held no remorse, no sign of compassion, honor or decency, just hate. "Who's looking for a challenge Locke? I just want a blood bath, and this one is closer than the rest of the vampires around here. Or should I go see what the Gangrel are up too? Maybe pay rumor or boyfriend a visit?"
If Locke wanted a fight, she would get one, neither were capable of defeating the other, it was always a game of observations. Both could react and kill the other almost instantly, provided one of them committed to the movement, but neither would, and while he was the truest form of cruel monster, he wasn't a stupid one. "Let the morsel speak for itself Locke, I'm sure it's got some challenge or other. After all, she is HIS child." Those black eyes never left Locke's blacks, war, carnage, rage, all the pieces that made up his existence, she knew as well, companions they were, but no creature would ever call anyone or anything Paics' friend.
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Post by Gabrielle Thorn Vadia on May 23, 2016 6:36:43 GMT
She couldn't help but turn her crystalline eyes up to glare at the Gangrel as she moved between the two of them. In one swift movement, she drew her scimitar and began to tap it on the ground, letting it soak the motion of every little bounce. It didn't help as the creature that was, moments before, her father challenged her, calling her an "it." It was so easy to get under her skin, to enrage her. She was, after all, Don's daughter.
"What are you?!" She demanded through Inuko, hissing again as she moved to prepare for a fight, should one come. "You are not my father. You're too foolish to be him." Was he possessed? Had Eto lived with this monster inside him for years and never said a word? What pain must he have felt?
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on May 23, 2016 6:46:30 GMT
Inuko rolled her eyes as he threatened her Clan. She knew he would never get to Rumor and David, the silly little couple that, hundred of years later, were still in love. Neither were particularly violent creatures, but no matter what he tried to do, Paics wouldn't be able to lay a hand on either of them. One could dodge him infinitely and the other was Golconda, untouchable by most creatures. They were the safest Kindred in the City.
She was about to speak, again, when Gabrielle quipped up from behind her. She spared the Unchained a glance over one shoulder, noting the way she held her father's scimitar. She was preparing to defend his honor, as well as hers, but was far too aggressive for her own good.
"Stupid children," she whispered under her breath with a shake of her head, turning to look back to Paics. She tilted her head in a flurry of pink hair. Taking a deep breath, she raised one hand and rubbed the bridge of her nose, as if they were giving her a headache. In a way, they were. She enjoyed spending time with Etonis as well as Paics, but this petty argument was keeping her away from her husband and children.
She heaved a sigh but stepped aside, letting them face each other. If either made a move for the other, she'd stop them, but otherwise... "Go ahead," she muttered with a dark snicker. "Bitch at each other. Have fun with that."
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Post by Eto on May 23, 2016 16:18:54 GMT
The moment Locke completed her step, Paics responded. One forward step, and a direct strike, clawed hand thrusting for Gabrielle's heart. And just as suddenly his hand stopped, far from Gabrielle. White tattoos; inked into his skin centuries before flashed white and Paics froze, fiery anger blazing around him as the temperature rose.
"Let me kill her!" He roared, screaming against the bindings holding him in place. Neither his strength nor speed could release him from the daemonic bonds that had frozen his body.
The bindings, still hidden under his clothing and armor began to weave themselves back into the binding that held him together. The bindings that made him whole. Slowly, black hair shifted back to a fiery red. His feral, hate filled eyes began bleeding back to their normal ruby. Paics was fighting a losing battle, one he'd been losing for centuries.
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Post by Gabrielle Thorn Vadia on May 24, 2016 20:16:32 GMT
Gabrielle also moved just as the Gangrel stepped out of her way, thrusting her sword up and tilting the blade to protect her heart and throat. The only part of her body that was exposed were her legs, lifted and protecting her stomach. Her lips were pulled back to expose a row of sharp, demonic fangs, and her eyes seemed to glow beneath fiery brows.
"What ARE you?!" She demanded, remaining in her defensive position. Her mind was working as quickly as she could manage, trying to answer the questions that seemed to bore him. The air around her skin began to heat up, but no fire started, even as she prepared herself for the impending battle.
Something was stopping him from attacking her, but she wasn't sure what the white tattoos meant. She breathed in slowly through her nose, catching the scent she recognized as her father's on the air, as if he were walking back to them. It was so... confusing.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on May 24, 2016 20:35:34 GMT
She let the two face off, knowing that her friend would never allow harm to befall his child. Still, she had promised to keep her safe. She slipped silently behind him, raising a hand just as he did, ready to dig her nails into the pressure point in his neck. She tilted her head to one side as the battle began.
"Well, Paics? Gonna answer your little girl?"
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Post by Eto on May 26, 2016 2:35:38 GMT
Paics, let out a feral growl just as his eyes shifted back to their original ruby, trapping him and Eto together with one another as they had been for centuries. His thin shoulders slumped as the claws retracted back into his hands. "Gabrielle." Eto's voice was most certainly his own, everything seemed to return to normal, at least normal for the mercenary.
"I came here before you were born amidst the start of a war, I'd been a mercenary for centuries, and I knew little of what the oddly titled prince at the time referred to as kindred..." Eto explained his happening upon Nagasaki, and a few major events skipping the details almost entirely. "I've been a pair of creatures for more then 750 years. The split is absolutely dangerous, and insanely powerful for a duration if time..."
The Assamite pulled out a pair of blood packs, not even taking the time to cut into them. He just sank fang and drank. "It's draining, and after, as I am now, I'm weaker than a fledgling... But both of them are me, both sides to the monster that is Eto."
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Post by Gabrielle Thorn Vadia on May 26, 2016 19:51:40 GMT
Monster. Gabrielle swallowed back her denial, her refusal, remembering what her father had always taught her. Monsters were acceptable, but beasts? Beasts were something else, entirely. She glanced away from her father, thoughtfully, but remained silent as she went back over everything, as she thought about what had just happened.
A war... She had heard stories of the war, of the battles against the Eastern Beasts. About how her father had destroyed the remnants of the Devil House, of her mother's family. She shuddered as she realized, at long last, what her father was truly capable of.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on May 26, 2016 19:58:15 GMT
The little Gangrel gave a shake of her head, sighing. It was a lot to expect the young Unchained to understand and accept. She was a child, still. Demons aged differently and she was no better than a teenager, being faced with what her father really was. She ran her fingers through her cherry blossom hair, rolling her eyes as Eto returned to his normal self.
"Go back to Hell, friend," she murmured, giving a shake of her head. "I came to let you guys know that the O'Connor family wants everybody present for a little coming home party. I'll take Gabrielle... you go spend some time with Don and then join us. Yeah?"
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