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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Jun 1, 2016 6:17:44 GMT
Don had beat the Brujah to the manor, and between her secret and the fear that filled her home with heat, Amy could only support the girl for so long. She wanted to help her friend and seemed to have calmed her down, for the most part anyways, but she needed to get out of the house. Leaving the Fallen in the capable hands of her husband, she left, rubbing her forehead and taking only the note the Fallen wrote for her... Eto.
She understood the uncertainty Don felt, but the reaction made little sense to her. Amy, like many women born in her time, felt that children were a blessing, something beautiful to be cherished. Why she wouldn't want to share the good news with her love was so far beyond the Prince's understanding, it was almost sad.
She waved the Brujah away, not interested in the reports of whatever havoc the Assamite had wreaked as he panicked. She would much rather just handle him herself. When Dominique appeared at her side, she asked her to go back to the manor. She moved unarmed and had no interest in bringing any sort of posse with her to confront him. She wasn't threatening him and didn't want it to seem like she might be.
Amy wandered the streets, ignoring the looks she got for the ruffled dress she wore, kept tight to her body by the corset around her waist. At least she had the mind to take her coat with her, which was far too modern for her tastes. Octavian had bought the beautiful black overcoat to help her fit in, and she cherished it for that reason and that reason alone.
Sighing, she fiddled idly with the sleeves as she made her way to the docks. She didn't know if he would be there or not, but if he wanted her to find him, that was the most logical place for him to go. Shaking her head, she turned her icy eyes out, looking for the tell-tale red hair of the strange man.
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Post by Eto on Jun 1, 2016 15:33:48 GMT
Eto remained where he had since he'd left the bar, laying atop one of the many shipping containers situated on the dock. It didn't matter much to him what happened for the rest of the evening. He'd just murdered a Brujah in cold blood, and more than likely destroyed any chance he'd had of making Nagasaki his home. He'd contemplated going on a rampage earlier in the evening but decided against it. He respected the place far to much to destroy it outright.
The oddly titled prince's approach didn't catch him by surprise, he'd honestly wondered what had taken her so long to arrive. The last barbs and a demon worked over, she was there before the argument had even ended. "What brings you out slumming out in this section of town, oh oddly titled Prince?" He asked as waves of frustration and need seemed to eliminate from the very core of his being. Was she there to kill him? Run him out of her city? He didn't know, but he wouldn't stop her.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Jun 1, 2016 15:39:30 GMT
Amy stared up at the strands of red hair, sanguine streaks against the night sky. If she hadn't heard his voice, she may have walked right passed him, and she would have been none the wiser. The fact that he called out to her obviously meant he wanted, or perhaps even needed, somebody to talk to.
She turned to lean against the container he rested on, tucking her hands away into the pockets of her coat. If it weren't for the Victorian outfit, she may have almost looked like somebody from the right time period. Sighing softly, she gave a shake of her head.
"I figured you could use... a friend," she commented softly, certain he could still hear her. "I have no way to get on top of that shipment container, however. If you'd like to talk, might I suggest you come down here? I'm unarmed." Amy rarely bothered to use weapons, anyway, but that was beside the point. "We can take a walk?"
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Post by Eto on Jun 1, 2016 22:31:37 GMT
Laughter echoed from above her as he contemplated her first statement. A conversation he'd just had proved just how bloody dangerous it was being his friend. The soft ruffling of his cloak through the air was the only indication that he'd come down at all, that is until he spoke. "My friends have a habit of dying around me Amy." He growled, and it was obvious that the aggression was self aimed.
"I have literally banished one of the demons from the devil house back to hell. Fought and cared for Don, held her when..." He stopped for a brief moment considering his words as his hands dropped down to his scimitars. "Then I'm banished? Told I'd done enough? She acted terrified around me, accused me of something I've never done. I told you, and her if... To top it all off, if I don't get a fix soon, I don't know what I'm going to do..." He shook his head.
"I shouldn't be whining like a child. I assume you know I killed a Brujah tonight in cold blood?" He asked, all business. Might as well get everything over with in one evening. It's not like things could get any worse.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Jun 1, 2016 23:23:45 GMT
As he fell, she did not flinch or move, turning her icy eyes in the direction of the noise. Hidden amongst all of the overly large containers, it was difficult to see anything, no matter how sharp one's eyes might be. The clouds were rolling in over the light of the moon and the stars, casting an even deeper darkness around them both. The silver haired Prince didn't bother looking for the redhead, allowing him his distance.
"Death does not frighten me, Mister Vadia." An amused smile began to idly play at her lips as she thought about it. She had so many reasons to live, these nights, but she had gone a very long time, a few hundreds of years, refusing to fear death. "I do not offer my friendship lightly. I understand your plight and hope to help."
Amy gave a slow shake of her head as she contemplated what he had told her. The Brujah that had vied for her attention had said something similar but she remained her nonchalant air. "Findero is taking care of the Brujah situation," she murmured, though she had no way of knowing that for a fact. Of course, she figured he was hanging around in the shadows somewhere, and once he heard that, he would be off to do exactly that.
"I also have a few bags of Fallen vitae at my Manor. You're free to one, until I get the chance to talk to Don again. She visited me this evening to update me on the entire situation. Until then, you are free to stay with us. Your guest room is still made up properly and she will be by to speak with you herself tomorrow night." She paused for a moment, turning her head rather suddenly to stare at him, almost as if she could see him in the near total darkness. "So long as that is acceptable."
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Post by Eto on Jun 2, 2016 1:16:23 GMT
"How in the nine hells could you understand murdering your best friend, who had never betrayed you? Killed them violently, with absolutely no provocation other than concern for me." The mercenary, turned his harshly glowing ruby eyes towards the oddly titled Prince. "I just got back, Thorn needed help and answers and there's my companion, my friend, my lover afraid of me!" He growled.
"I'm a bloody monster. I've done something that I'm not even aware that I've done and Don's afraid of me!" He almost yelled. The swirl of emotions, fear, sadness, anger, rage, pain and loss seemed to just fuel him further.
"I have burned everything and everyone around me for the last two hundred years. Most of which I've done on purpose to save people, to protect people who've then driven their bloody knives into my back." The mercenary took a few steps back, bumping into one of the shipping containers accidentally.
His eyes flashed as he turned, his scimitar appearing in his hand as he attacked the threat behind him. Cutting cleanly through the steel of the shipping container. His chest heaved as the fury and fear jumped into his normally well controlled eyes. "You're alone yeah?" He asked, those ruby eyes looking directly at the bridge of the oddly titled Prince's nose.
"What else can I lose Prince?" His scimitar disappeared into its sheath as he continued, to speak. "I've lost everything before, I've bled for Don, I've bled for your husband, I've showed Don everything. EVERYTHING!" He roared out. "She told me everything would be alright that she wouldn't leave and I've been banished from her home!"
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Jun 2, 2016 3:18:20 GMT
The Prince of Nagasaki stood before him, unmoving as he reacted violently, yelling out about his past and about Don. She could understand his upset, possibly more than he could grasp, and she refused to attack him in response. There was nothing good that could come out of only pressing him further. He had every right to be upset, especially considering his situation.
When he attacked the shipping container, however, her smirk grew across her face. "Yes," she told him softly. "I am alone." Then, she allowed him to continue ranting.
Amy understood that she could not comfort him in the traditional ways, and was far from certain what those traditional ways would be even if they would help. Her father had raised her to be cold and calculating, refusing her any sort of comfort, even when she asked. The memory of Inuko Locke's funeral would forever be burned into her mind.
"Don is not afraid of you," she said simply, keeping her voice as calm as she could manage. She tilted her head to one side, face once more wearing a neutral expression. "I would say that she is more afraid for you, actually." Amy took a careful step towards him, raising both arms to show him that she meant no harm. While she knew, from experience, that she could hide many a weapon beneath her skirt, she also knew that she was unarmed.
"I cannot tell you what it is that has her afraid, but I can tell you that you need to talk to her and she is prepared to inform you, herself. You are not banished from her home, as I understand it. She had the plan to return, in case you came looking for her again."
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Post by Eto on Jun 2, 2016 5:41:34 GMT
The Assamite shook his head in disbelief, fiery hair shaking back and forth. "You didn't see her there. Hiding from me! Wrapping herself up in a ball like I'd attacked her!" He turned away from her running his hands through his hair. "Thrice damned..." he swore as he struggled stalking back and forth like a caged animal, a fiending caged animal. "What do I do? Why is this happening?" He screamed at no one in particular.
Eto was very close to losing it. His control slipping with every second. "Have I not killed enough? Have I not spilled enough blood to satisfy you?!" He screamed again, fangs sliding down and into place. "Lycans, vampires, humans, demons, beasts! What haven't I killed? Why is this happening?!" Eto punched the shipping container, slamming his fist through the corrugated steel wall.
Jerking his bloody arm and fist free he screamed again. "Is it my blood you want?! Here take whatever you bloody want!" Rivulets of blood dripped down his arm onto the wooden warf. "Why is this happening!?" He turned back toward Amy, his ruby eyes on the verge of panic. "Why is this happening to me?" He asked as his voice dropped to barely a whisper.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Jun 2, 2016 16:59:24 GMT
As soon as the smell of blood washed over her, Amy sighed, giving a shake of her head. She removed one glove, carefully, as she listened to him screaming to some god in the sky, or maybe he was asking her. She wasn't sure what she could do to help him, but she could stop his bleeding before he completely lost himself to a frenzy.
Stepping up, she lifted her bare arms, twisted, ugly scars obvious even in the darkness. As if Fate were cruel, as if it might not be, the clouds moved just in time to show Eto the full glory of her icy curse. Touching him would make her sick, she knew. He, like his lover, enjoying raising the temperature in the area instead of lowering it, and heat never mixed well.
Still, knowing this, she brushed her fingers carefully along his wounds, and her cold would sink into his skin for a moment before it would begin to patch itself up, almost as if she had used the beneficial Kindred saliva in order to heal him. She was surprised that he wasn't burning up, that he was actually a tolerable temperature. After that moment of hesitation, she continued her slow, careful work.
"Shhh, Eto," she whispered, trying to calm him as best she could. For the umpteenth time, she wished she was like Rumor, that she could calm him down with just a touch, just a word, but she wasn't Golconda. "I know it doesn't seem like it, now, but there will come a day when you see this as a blessing. You will understand this, all of this, if you just speak with your love. She can explain it to you, and it'll be okay.. It'll all be okay."
She raised the hand she had healed to her chin, resting it upon his fingers. He was abnormally close to her throat, a weak point for almost every creature, but there was no fear nor concern in her icy gaze. As much as she could, Amy was telling him that she trusted him, even in this moment. She was trying to show him that things were okay.
"It'll all be alright. Come to my manor tonight, and we'll take care of you, so that tomorrow evening... you may return home, to your love, where the two of you can figure this all out. No one is cursing you... You have been given a blessing, Etonis Vadia... A blessing some of us can only wish for." Her smile was sad across her face as she looked up at him, surprising herself when she was not overcome by jealousy. "Please, my friend. Let me help you. And by this time tomorrow night, all will be well. You'll see. You just need to... trust me."
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Post by Eto on Jun 2, 2016 18:46:46 GMT
The fiery haired mercenary was completely done, he'd given everything he had that evening not to put the entire city to the torch, and the weight of not only his addiction, the loss of his lover, and the destruction of the conversation previous. The moment that her icy scarred hand touched him, his will wavered, her words spoken with care and conviction took a little more away from him. By the time Amy had raised his hand it was limp. Eto was dead on his feet, exhausted both mentally and physically. He'd burned through his meal rapidly, acting as he had, destroying the Brujah, crushing the shipping container. Add to that the blood loss and only one thing could happen.
Eto's knees dropped out from under him, as he collapsed against Amy. His ruby eyes completely closed, his thin, frail, childlike frame resting against the crook of her shoulder. The mercenary was in that moment, completely at her mercy. His mind was completely empty, his body too taxed to fight and he had slipped into slumber literally as she had healed him.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Jun 2, 2016 19:03:01 GMT
She offered him a delicate smile when she noticed the exhaustion that lined his face, the way he stared at her as if she held his entire world in her scarred fingers brushed along his skin. She wanted to help him as much as she could, do whatever it was. However, as he collapsed against her, that smile disappeared from her face as she went down with him, both falling back and hitting the ground.
Amy made a noise of surprise, wiggling under his slight weight. Her boned corset kept her from being able to stand back up easily, especially trying to support him like she was. Her icy eyes darted back and forth in panic, until she noticed the emerald green eyes peering at her from the darkest of the shadows.
"Finn!" she demanded of the monstrous giant hidden by the dark night. "Help?" His cackling told her that her guess was right, that he was waiting for her there, keeping an eye on her as she went to meet her Assamite friend. When he made no motion towards her, she demanded he come to save her, again, hands balling into little fists. She wanted her glove, wanted to hide her terrible scarring. "Finn, come here. Come help me!"
It took him a few minutes longer before he finally appeared, raveling together like the Cheshire Cat. He stood there, staring at them for a brief moment before he walked over, picking up the tiny mercenary with a single arm, cradling him like a baby.
"Back to the Manor?" he asked, and she nodded, brushing herself off as Amy stood. She replaced her silk glove, rolling it up the length of her thin arm before sighing. "Yes, Finn. Back to the Manor."
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