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Post by Avice Locke on Jun 3, 2016 1:41:14 GMT
 The dark blue curls grew wild on this Caitiffs hair the night was young and the mission was finally over. Avice was getting the hang of her job as a Scourge and did continue until the very end. She had no idea what the man did but he was not Prince Amy's list and Avice trusted her enough to know anyone on Amy's Scourge list needed to be there. Her Necklace bounced on her shirt before she decided to hold it for a moment. The memories that she left behind for a short while came back and some were not easy to swallow. Her monochrome vision did not allow her to see colors but she was used to that, she had it all her life. never knowing what red or blue was or the rainbow colors that adorned her wrist. a thick set of plastic beaded bracelets of all shades decorated her arms. The rest of her attire was the darkest shade of them all, Black. Passing the steps she entered the large double doors of the O'connor Manor The dark halls were unchanged and as always absolutely spotless. Following them all the way up the winding stair case and in front of her office. Fixing her hair out of her face and dusting her pants off she raised her hand to the door. "Avice Locke here." She knocked and unslung her back pack from her shoulders. |
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Jun 3, 2016 1:52:20 GMT
Amy's favored retainer, a young blonde named Alec, moved to the door the moment the knock sounded. His Prince was downstairs still, preparing for the evening, but he dared not dally. Brushing a single piece of lint off his otherwise perfect tuxedo, he moved to open the door, welcoming the Scourge back into the City. He smiled, a winning sort of smile, and stepped aside to welcome her in.
"Welcome home, Miss Locke," he murmured with a deep bow from the waist. "The Prince will see you soon. She is currently downstairs." Alec took another few steps back, motioning for her to enter. The Manor had been painted in warm tans and browns and decorated with plush, comfortable furniture. A wooden bar was tended by a beautiful Toreador, the same Toreador that often worked the Manor: Cho Kido, the Primogen. A couch had been placed directly in front of the stage, and on either side, pillows decorated the floor.
As she entered, Alec would close the door behind her, motioning to Cho to give the Scourge whatever she wanted. "I'll go fetch her," he told her kindly before turning to head towards the thick metal basement door, hiding the stairs down to Amy and her husband's personal quarters. "Make yourself comfortable."
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Post by Avice Locke on Jun 3, 2016 2:28:26 GMT
Avice did so, She was pretty comfortable about the Manor itself she only wanted to sit after her long journey. The couch was inviting enough that she plopped her pack near her feet and with another plop she sunk into the Couch. it almost was like it wanted to swallow her whole and that was okay. Leaning her head back into the cushions she rested her eyes a moment. Then she remembered she hadn't eaten today yet.
"Oh, Excuse me Cho. Do you mind if I asked for a hot cup to drink? I had a late start tonight and did not stop to make my own before leaving." She scratched her cheek our of hoping she was not asking too much. she would watch as Cho nodded and left before staring at her back pack. It held a load of smelly clothes and used bags to be trashed later and even a couple of weapons in case it came down to it. Avice was pretty good at hand to hand and she preferred to keep it that way.
She wondered how Rumor and Felix were doing, she would need to see them tonight if possible. She knew that soon the whole night would quickly spread the word that she was back and it made her smile. She wanted to be back with the people that accepted her, the people she called Family.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Jun 3, 2016 22:01:16 GMT
Cho moved to get her what she asked for, every step carefully placed. It was easy enough to warm a mug of the precious vitae while they waited for the retainer to fetch his mistress. The Harpy didn't bother to say anything to Avice, letting the soft hum of the manor calm the well traveled Scourge. She understood what it was like to have traveled so far and so long to achieve a task and she knew very well that sometimes, you just wanted quiet when you came back home.
A few minutes passed, and just as the beautiful Asian Toreador handed her fellow Court-mate the steaming green mug, the metal door swung open on silent, well-greased hinges. Amy was, as she often was, dressed to impress in layers of black. Her corset, a delicate brown striped underbust, was the only splash of color on her outfit, but her pale skin and silver hair contrasted well with the warm surroundings.
She wore a dazzling smile across her face, turning those icy eyes onto her Scourge. "Avice Locke," she greeted, voice kind yet formal. She crossed the large open space with ease, seeming to float rather than walk, and made her way to the couch where the young blue haired girl waited. "You have returned." She offered her a respectful bow of her head. "I assume all went according to plan?"
With a flick of her wrist, she sent Cho back to the bar, where she often remained. The woman knew, immediately, to prepare a wine glass of the merlot, mixed with her magic tainted blood, kept in storage just beneath the bar top. There was a moment of irritation that flashed through her golden brown eyes as she looked back to the Prince, having looked forward to hearing the conversation.
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Post by Avice Locke on Jun 3, 2016 23:13:34 GMT
Avice sat the cup down after receiving it. Seeing Amy float into the room she sat up and gave a gentle wave. She was unespectedly quick about getting up here and it actually almost made Avice fumble her cup. Still she was able to use her quick reflexes and she had hoped it was not even noticed.
"Good evening Prince, Yes the job is done. It took me a while and I am sorry about that. He was just a bit stronger than me so I had to be smarter. which for this guy, that was hardly any trouble." She began to ease into her seat again. her hands folded in her lap as she sat. "How are things here was I away long enough to miss much?" deciding to take a drink of her cup, She would notice Cho bring her Amy's usual and would wait for the Prince to settle before expecting to hear her next words.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Jun 4, 2016 0:21:07 GMT
Amy sat beside Avice on the couch, the cushion not seeming to acknowledge her slight weight. She raised one gloved hand and within seconds, a wine glass, perfectly poured, was placed there. Thin fingers wrapped around the stem, cradling the flute delicately with her thumb and forefinger. She brought the rim to her lips as she listened, offering a single nod as she commented on the brutality of the monster she had been sent to dispatch.
Taking a sip, a smile touched her lips. However, there was no humor in the expression, no light touching her eyes. She gave a sad shake of her head, letting out a sigh. Cho knew better than to stand there and wait for information, and so she returned to her bar. "Octavian has returned home from Justicar training in London," she informed her softly, continuing to cradle the glass in thought. "The Keui-Jin attacked and kidnapped a Ravnos within the limits of the City, which the Court took as an official act of war." So much had happened, but what mattered the most?
"However. That can all be discussed later. You have just returned to us, and safely. This should be a time for celebration." Amy forced herself to smile once more, and it was, surprisingly, kind, nearly loving. "Perhaps you should go out to enjoy yourself. Tomorrow evening, you can return to be informed on the other happenings around the City. Perhaps you and your sister should go pay tribute to your mother's Memorial this eve?"
Her smile only brightened at her own suggestion. When Avice left, the Locke Memorial was a beautiful, yet silent place of remembrance. It was after the Caitiff had left the City that the Wraiths of Inuko and Killian Locke had returned from the Shadowlands, haunting the soil consecrated with their ashes and the blessings of their Clan, the Gangrel. She did not yet know that her mother had returned to them.
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Post by Avice Locke on Jun 4, 2016 1:38:42 GMT
Avice tried not to look at her with a dumb expression but then again the voice of war was not to settling. She downed back the rest of her mug and placed it on the table near them. "I think you are right, I should." She stood and hoisted her back pack on her shoulders. "Alright about when should you expect me tomorrow?" Her bag rattled as it settled. It also kind of stunk... she would need to take care of it soon.
Though she paused. before she left Nagasaki, Avice had to be dragged to see the memorial after the funeral. It was hard for her to seemingly talk to a stone. In her mind it was not like Inuko was there and Killy, she never knew. To her she had no connection to those stones, they held no comfort or consult they were cold hard and empty. Some might think her rude to think so little of her Mother's resting place, but she preferred to find that her memories of Inuko held a better warmth. Still instead of avoiding it this time, she needed to go. It has been too long and it would not be right to completely ignore the place. Friends came and gone she just got used to moving on, coming back made her wonder what she was waiting for? Rumor would probably drag her there eventually so might as well go and have a late night picnic or something. That sounds like something she would like.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Jun 4, 2016 2:02:48 GMT
Amy held out her free hand for Avice's bag, giving a slight shake of her head. "Do not bother her resting place with that. Leave it here and I'll see to it that your belongings are dealt with properly." If it were up to her, of course, she'd burn it all. She despised the unclean and filthy. However, Alec dealt with all of the O'Connor laundry, and she felt certain he wouldn't mind an extra load.
"Come by whenever you feel comfortable, Avice. Our matters are not pressing. The war is not going anywhere." That recognition, however, dampened the brightness of her expression. She gave a shake of her head, sighing softly. "Octavian and I will both be present tomorrow evening. I am calling Court late in the night to inform the Clans of your return, so I would like to see you before midnight if possible."
With that, Amy would stand from her spot of the couch to see her Scourge out. "Do you remember the way?" As if she, or anyone else, could ever forget. The Memorial was just outside the City limits, on the opposite side of the Gangrel territories, where anyone could come and go as they pleased.
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Post by Avice Locke on Jun 4, 2016 2:24:31 GMT
Avice un-shouldered her bag once more and left it where she had it. As the Prince stood Avice turned toward the door as well. If she offered then it would be fine. Avice carried very little and owned not much more. By choice of course she probably would never grow out of being a Minimalist, her constant come and go and never knowing when it would be time to go was something that made her stay on her toes. It helped too that she only had black clothes if she could help it.
"No, I remember the way, Thank you, and you will see me before midnight tomorrow." she disliked the idea of taking up too much of the Prince's time and she did know where the memorial was, that was no doubt. So she would allow the Prince to show her out and continue her way there. The night was still young and the fresh meal gave her just enough rejuvenation to change her mind about hiding in her apartment.
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