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Post by Gavin Donnelly on Sept 12, 2016 5:23:42 GMT
He thought about it for a second and realized that he should have expected this at some point. He thought about what to tell her as he lay there.
<<Yeah thats right Gav just lay there.>>
He had a feeling Chester would have a problem with it.
>>Are you saying that we couldnt be ready in time if need be Chez? I mean I thought you could handle anything<< he thought in return.
He felt Chester relax a lot more. He knew that the best way to "butter him up" so to speak was to praise his ability. But now to the matter at hand. He decided it would be good practice since he was sure he would have to explain his story a few times in the coming nights. And so with a deep breath and a release, he began at the beginning.
"Well, that's a lot of history, but I suppose you should know reguardless. About 4 years ago I was living in Boston, going to school and living my life. Before a hectic week in school I would walk the park and just relax my mind. The smells, the sounds, it was just... Peaceful. One day I was so busy I wasnt able to get to the park until late. As I walked..."
He took another deep breath and sat up with his legs bent resting his arms outstretched on his knees and looking ahead as he recalled the rest.
"Sorry... As I walked I felt something I hadn't felt before. I heard a noise and next to the tree beside me was a woman like I had never seen before. She just stood there half behind the tree looking at me and said she had been watching me for a while and hoped that I would come by that night. That alone should have made me feel awkward but I couldnt get past her beauty. We got closer as the days went by. And I became infatuated."
His hand once again started to fiddle with the chain on his wallet.
"I had decided I couldnt live without her and after only 6 months, which seems silly, I went to a jewler and got a ring to ask for her hand. I had a whole evening planed and invited her out."
<<Oh I love this part. Come on Gav... Show that beaten down boy>> thought Chester. Gavins hand clenched the chain nearly white knuckle and his eyes closed and as he kept control, his eyes opened once again.
"As we walked down the street she was snatched by some men and dragged down an alley. I chased after them hoping I could save her only to be attacked from behind. They laughed as my body was dragged and layed down in an alcove with the leader holding her by her hair. He made comments about how lovely she looked and how it was a shame to keep a beauty like that covered up."
His jaw clenched and his vision seemed distant.
"The one who attacked me held me down and forced me to watch as they violently raped her. I screamed for them to stop as she cried... And then she started to enjoy it... And when finished she turned on him and said to her 'attacker'... "I told you to take it easy on him Samuel"... And it was then I realized I had been set up from the beginining. She laughed as she pulled my head up and whispered about how touching it was... About how she almost couldnt do it... Then I felt the pain... So intense at first and then I started feeling weaker."
His jaw relaxed... His hand let go of the chain... And he looked at Avice.
"When I wanted life she gave me death. When I prayed for death... She gave me this. I was left in an abondoned building in downtown Boston. I never saw her or them again. I was left alone with no knowledge of what I was becoming. Once I finally gained control enough of myself I started searching for her. That search has led me here." he finished and then went back to laying down as before.
<<Hey Gav you are getting better brav, not even a hole in the wall, I must say I am very impressed>> mused Chester
>>If survival is our goal I dont think tearing up the prince's home is the best first step, do you?<< he thought back with as much venom as he could muster.
And so he waited for Avice to think about his response and prepared for the next question as he was sure there must be some raised.
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Post by Avice Locke on Sept 13, 2016 5:21:28 GMT
Avice was calm about it all and it seemed easy enough to understand. There were some questions raised, not for Gavin though. Actually they were for Nora, surely Gavin her was looking for those answers. Six months is a long time to hold onto someone to be considered just prey. As fucked up as that was of a story, Avice won't be able to say anything that he already hadn't thought about. It was good she came to hear that story it will make things easier on Amy. Sire's leaving their Neonates behind was not uncommon but it is against most clan customs. As far as Avice knew Gangrel and Ravenos were the ones that did not have that rule. It might have narrowed down his search by a lot. She knew a lot about more about Gangrel than she did Ravenos, still being a neonate she can't yet sniff out the differences based on just looking.
"I might be making Amy's job a lot easier... What do you know about your "skills"? Have you been able to find out or use much of them?" If he was Gangrel they'd be easy to find however Ravenos might be harder... She might even have to ask the Primogen Brujah for help. She had heard she was pretty close with a few of them in Nagasaki. Avice didn't like her very much but it wasn't for any reason in particular, the giant woman doesn't like much especially anyone who would interrupt her day. But maybe because her language goes against Avice's moral. Growing up in a Catholic Abbey she was wired into somethings that might never be undone. It was not a bad living, just a dollop of wallop to go around for every 'fuck' that was uttered. Still Ravenos were a troubling bunch... One kind that just being who they are might be all there is to make light of what happened to Gavin.
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Post by Gavin Donnelly on Sept 13, 2016 16:05:51 GMT
Gavin thought very carefully about the circumstance that he had found himself in. On one hand, he DID trust Avice enough to tell her just about anything. On the other hand, he knew she was VERY loyal to Prince Amy. If he showed his "gift" to Avice then she would probably know where he belonged. However, if things went wrong with Amy then he would not have the suprise needed to go with his illusions to get away. After all, he was just learning these abilities.
<<Gav, brav, I'm telling you now... Dont you dare show the only thing keeping us safe. Remember, you only met this Avice an hour or so ago. For all you know Amy is watching right now while Avice pumps you for information.>> thought Chester.
Gavin listened as he sat up and then walked around the room thinking. He hated Chester for that. Whenever Gavin got close to anyone or anything Chester would tell him, and usually with a VERY convincing argument, why he should run. But Gavin didnt feel like running anymore. Besides, for once he had an argument ready.
>>I'm a little suprised you didnt think of this yet Chez, but given the reputation that Prince Amy seems to have, do you honestly think that our illusions are going to do anything against her? In fact, if I show it now, it will be less of a shock later. Thus we may be able to avoid conflict all together.<<
He turned towards Avice... And began to explain the best he could.
"Well there is one thing I can do that I've only recently discovered. It is... A little off putting at times. But..."
Gavin took a deep breath. His fingers started rubbing again.
"I can deceive the senses so to speak. I can make a person hear or see or at times even feel things that are not there. I dont know if that helps at all. But its the only 'skill' that I've noticed and I'm still working on it."
With that he looked at the dacor on the wall and waited to see what she would say. He knew this would make him a possible threat but he hoped that in divulging the information it would earn him some trust.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Sept 13, 2016 21:33:16 GMT
"Yet another Ravnos within the confines of my City. How amusing."
The voice that echoed through the door of rice paper was soft, indicative of an individual far removed from the need to speak up to be heard. The confidence was subtle, something easily accomplished over years and years of leadership. The accent, however, was one that often set people on edge: obviously European in nature, it was unclear what country the stranger may have hailed from. Vaguely resembling both French and Italian, the lilting tune resembled that of a song no longer sung, forgotten to the world quite some time ago. These days, it seemed spoken only in nightmares.
As the door collapsed upon itself, exposing the lengthened hallway, a strange sort of chill washed over the room. Unnatural and unnerving, it was easy for even the supernatural to feel the creeping of bumps along their flesh, and as the youthful neonates continued the habitual action of breathing, a soft cloud of smoke would appear in front of their face. Despite the cool temperature the manor maintained, this cold infected the unprepared, taking grip of their soul.
It was, also, the easiest way to explain the being that stood before them both. Though short in stature, there was nothing small about Prince Amy O'Connor and her daunting presence. Her skin was abnormally pale, nearly translucent, and her lips were the soft blue of frostbite, mimicked within the nearly colorless irises of her eyes. The woman seemed to have recently stepped free from a blizzard, despite the comfortable temperature outside the manor and the thick - and archaic - material of her Victorian dress.
The contrast of the black fabric, covering her from chin to toe, only added to the ethereal appearance. She showed no skin that was unnecessary, hiding herself behind the ruffled petticoat and corset very few bothered to wear any longer. Her hair, the exact opposite of her dark clothing, was pinned in a delicate, intricate up-do of snowy white. When she raised a hand, it was obvious that even her hands were not to be looked upon by the uninvited: silken gloves covered the scars so few were aware of.
She offered what should have been a smile, but upon the sharpness of her features, it seemed to be a predatory invitation. "I assume you to be the neonate Mister Lauden informed me of?" Amy said, that accent filling the room. Her power offered no room for challenge or rebellion, and the pressure of her presence could easily bring even the most arrogant of Kindred to their knees. As she stepped into the room, she made not a sound; even the swirling of her gown did not dare to interrupt her. "What is it you like to be called, stranger to my City?"
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Post by Avice Locke on Sept 14, 2016 3:40:44 GMT
Avice heard her voice and felt her chill the instant reaction unraveled her body all together and she sat up straight. If Amy hadn't walked in it was just the same to find he was a Ravenos. Still it was her in control of the room now and Avice was there to take responsibility of it. It was normal and their was no alarms raised, Even being a Ravenos would not be an instant boon. Knowing Gavin's intentions and drives Avice was sure he had nothing to worry about. Still she spoke first. So Avice would be quiet and let her speak with Gavin himself.
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Post by Gavin Donnelly on Sept 14, 2016 5:56:13 GMT
Gavin spun around in less then a moment. The sound of a new voice when not hearing any movement in the slightest really threw him off. It had been years since he felt cold but the chill this woman put went to his core. He wanted to get away and fast... And Chester knew it.
<<Brav, you need to get away from her NOW... She is stronger then you know.>>
Gavin heard Chester and felt him fighting to get out... He placed one hand to his head and put his sunglasses back on. Once his eyes where covered he closed them and focused on keeping Chester in check so he could answer. He knew it would be bad to keep her waiting and so he relaxed just enough to answer her.
"I appoligise for my rudeness, my name is Gavin Donnelly."
<<Id say it was a pleasure but I would be sure we were lying.>> Chester thought as he prepared to take over just in case.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Sept 14, 2016 16:50:44 GMT
Unnaturally still, it almost seemed as if Amy had become a statuette of life-sized proportions, standing as she did and awaiting his response. The temperature began to acclimate, never able to rise above the uncomfortable chill, but frost seemed to cling to the blonde lashes above her eyes as she stared, unblinking. She showed no signs of outright aggression, but the mistrust most Camarilla felt towards the Independent Ravnos Clan had not left her chest, even after befriending Jude and his beloved Bellatrix. It was a difficult thought to shake, requiring time she had yet to dedicate to the cause.
As he spoke, however, something tugged between power and life flickered behind the almost colorless eyes that offered him no reprieve. She wondered what chaos this charlatan might inflict upon her City, what he must have brought with him to capture the ever-curious Finn. Her Malkavian Primogen was not known for chasing the boring, after all.
Silently, she continued her entrance, allowing the doorway to remain open once more. The youthful retainer from before moved to the small tea table and knelt beside the wood, setting a silver tray upon it. Three archaic goblets, elegant in the fine curves and designs etched into their ancient metals, sat upon the tray, filled properly with a deep, rich wine.
Amy moved to take hers, first, easily able to smell the Magic that made the vitae sizzle and pop. Without it, she'd crumble into sickness and collapse, useless; such was the Ventrue curse. Cradling it between pianist fingers, she tilted her head to one side. "At ease, Scourge," she murmured, the hint of kindness promising to warm her tone. "Thank you for bringing Mister Donnelly to me... You have done well." Even if it wasn't the duty of the Scourge to fetch neonates well before the end of their allotted time.
"Won't you both join me in a drink?"
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Post by Avice Locke on Sept 14, 2016 18:07:30 GMT
Avice ralaxed her shoulders even if she still kept a proper seat. Amy's entrance had surprised her a little. However it was something she'd known Amy to do since she too arrived in Nagasaki. Then again it was even better that Gavin took it well. Still she also noticed that Mr. O' Connor was not with her, it was usual she'd have him in her company. Not that it hasn't happened before but making note of it would make it something uncommon.
"Yes please and Thank you, I will do what I am asked, but it in a way one might be considerably lucky that this errand was not apart of my job, it was just... unusual." She'd explain with a small grin maybe with her job she might have grown a new sense of humor. Even if it is not a job to be taken light of from time to time the opportunity arose like this one maybe it would help break the ice. Even if for just a moment before the serious talk began. "However, after hearing Gavin's story I do think it might be something that needs to be paid attention to. "
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Post by Gavin Donnelly on Sept 15, 2016 1:07:43 GMT
Gavin could feel Chester screaming in his head but for now he had control. Watching the entrance of Prince Amy O'Connor was something Gavin was sure to never forget. From the way she moved to the way he noticed there was no wasted action. She didnt look around, she didnt fiddle... Every action diliberate as if any possible deviation from the set course was impossible... And if attempted he was sure Avice would no longer be as sweet as she had been. As she came to the table he noticed that even HIS breath, the breath of the undead, would fog before him. There was a gentleness to her he noticed. He was no threat. In fact with the way she said the clans name he apparently was part of, which he was happy to finally have an answer to, it sounded like he was being viewed as a stray animal. A stray dog walking the streets that would be scorned by most. Hopefully he would have time to research the "Ravnos" and find out why. But for now, it was best he make his own impression instead of leaving her to believing he was in that mold. After all he had not been brought up amongst the Ravnos. He had lived his own way, on his own path, and for that perceptions may be able to be altered.
<<I still say you are an idiot brav.>>
"Thank you Prince. I appreciate your invitation." As he moved towards the table and moved to sit on his knees, he realized the cold he felt came from her. While his dress may not be proper so to speak, he could at least not look horrible. He removed the sunglasses and slipped them in the jacket assuming it would be considered rude to not look her in the eye. He then closed the jacket over his bare chest, this was as much for the cold he felt as it was to conceal the few scars on his chest he had already sustained as well. Not to mention it was a bit more dignified which might be good while this meeting took place.
<<Yeah Gav, cause not even a bum can have a jacket and try to look nice, eh?>>
"I do again appoligise for any rudeness i may have shown you. I do hope you wont hold it against me." he said as he took his place at the table. He looked towards Avice thinking about what she had said. "It might be something that needs to be paid attention to."... He had a feeling this might be a longer evening then he thought.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Sept 15, 2016 2:35:37 GMT
As her Scourge spoke, the colorless, emotionless depths of Amy's eyes remained focused entirely on the woman before her. It seemed, to many, that she could only focus on one thing at a time... mostly because very little existed outside of her attention whenever she was present. Those that milled about maintaining the nightly rituals of the Manor faded into the background, irrelevant to the situation at hand so long as the silver haired Prince paid them no mind. While none could question the importance of those in the O'Connor employ, they simply seemed like extras in a movie, nameless and faceless because the strange woman of power had not yet deemed to bring attention to their names nor their faces.
Yet, as Gavin spoke up, the Prince seemed to respond. There was a brief moment of surprise that would not touch the sharp features of her face, come and gone without recognition by even the most perceptive. Still idly cradling the goblet of vitae in one hand, she turned that all-encompassing gaze towards the Ravnos that had captured her madman's attention.
It was easy to find oneself unsettled by the intensity of Amy's undivided attention. Like being put on a spotlight, the pressure seemed enormous, immense. It would be so easy to fail in the eyes of the perfectionist Ice Queen, and without a word or allusion to the experiences that had shaped her... It was simple to see that failure was not an option. The Ventrue as a Clan were not known to accept anything less than the absolute best that an individual could present, and having been raised a Sorel, Amy was the absolute apex of that stereotype.
"Mister Donnelly," she murmured after a pregnant silence, the tension not ebbing despite her willingness to interact directly with the individual that she had become fixated on. "Do you feel uncomfortable in my domain, dressed as you are? If you'd like, Alec can find you clothes more suitable to your... current situation. As a guest at the O'Connor manor and Elysium, we can ensure your safety and protection. If you'd like, you may take advantage of one of our guest rooms to freshen up before you settle in to tell your tale."
Despite the impassable expression on her face, the Victorian era lady had not quite turned a blind eye to the outfit he wore. Mutt was a relevant term in her mind, though the kinder "street rat" echoed. She was used to the people of her City looking a bit rough around the edges, and very few shared the formality that was well known to her home, but the discomfort was beginning to negatively impact her ability to view him as an individual worth conversing with.
"If you are willing to take me up on my offer," --because people were oh so known for refusing the Prince of a City an offer-- "then I believe you will find the situation as a whole more... amicable. My husband should be available to converse later this evening as well... Of course, Avice Locke is willing to remain for the conference, should she so wish it." Given time, she may even be able to find the eggplant haired giant that so desperately wanted to know this Ravnos and his story. That, however, was not something she would openly share. Finn's presence - or lack there of - was not something she wanted to give this man any time to prepare for.... Surprise often yielded true emotion, which was significantly more valuable than gold.
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Post by Gavin Donnelly on Sept 15, 2016 3:33:15 GMT
Gavin was relieved for the offer... His look worked for its purpose. To seduce, to invite, to bring in to the fold. It was like the actions of a carnivorous flower. To a human eye, breath taking yet deadly.
But as he had questioned from the moment he steped in to the manor, he wished he had a better presentation. She did not seem upset with him as much as disgusted by the outfit he wore. However, if she didn't care or wasn't interested in his presence, he was also sure she would not have offered to allow him to... "Refine" himself for a better presentation. Since she HAD offered, he knew his best option would be to accept this offer, give Chester a chance to relax, and to give this a real shot. Now he knew what to expect and for that he knew that Chester would be able to be more behaved during the future engagement. Besides, he could always find a new way to entice the locals and what worked in the states might have a different effect in this environment.
"I thank you Prince for your offer. To be honest, and you can ask Avice, I questioned more then once if I was dressed appropriate for this setting. So with your grace, I shall accept your offer and we can address you in the future with all parties more comfortable."
He took a sip of his drink, hoping that the "we" he said would be taken for him and Avice and not raise questions about Chester. He then stood, took a few steps back and looked towards Avice. "Thank you again for your assistance and warm conversation Avice."
He then faced the Prince and bowed gently at the waist keeping his senses open but his eyes on Amy.
"And thank you for your hospitality Prince. I shall see you later this evening." With that Gavin held his slight bow until further addressed.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Sept 15, 2016 13:14:06 GMT
A moment of pause separated the Prince's formal offer and the softly spoken acceptance, and it wasn't until that moment that the possibility of rejection occurred to youthful Amy, standing before him. She couldn't imagine the layer of travel grime clinging so desperately to her skin. For that matter, she couldn't imagine showing so much of her pale flesh to any common onlooker. While she had companions through the ages born to the Romani family, the traditional gypsy garb - what his outfit seemed to resemble, at least in the mind of an Ancient teenager - made absolutely no sense to her; comfort meant ruffles and layers and corsets and wires. In anything less than two petticoats and nearly one hundred buttons on the shoes her husband had actually found for her, Amy felt inappropriate and nude.
The disgust that had given her lip the slightest of curls relaxed once she had his agreement. While the Gangrel were known for tracking leaves or dirt across her floor, both were swept up with ease. The image of an individual wearing such a gaudy outfit would forever be burned into the soft, warm brown wallpaper. She gave a dismissive shake of her head as the neonate continued his idle rambling gratitudes. He seemed to be distracted, after all.
As Gavin would turn to bow to Amy a final time, he'd find only ice cold air, empty and devoid of the Prince that inhabited it shortly before. As per usual, she moved in strange, eerie silence, leaving a room just as soon as she entered. She seemed to glide or float as she made it down the straight and narrow hallway, to the stairs, and eventually to the business that so desperately needed her attention.
Blinking at the sudden departure, however, was a young man dressed in the finest of suits. He looked to be in his early twenties, blonde hair kept slick and combed back, with not a thread out of place. He had gone unnoticed, as was expected when under the oppressive influence that was Amy O'Connor. The retainer, a youthful human standing before the two Kindred left behind, offered a light, boyish sort of smile towards Gavin, eyes of ocean blue lighting up with genuine kindness.
"Hello, Mister Donnelly," he greeted with a well practiced bow, bending perfectly from the waist before standing straight to the full of his six foot height. "It is a pleasure. I am Prince Amy's personal retainer, Alec. I've been instructed to..."
And off they would go, offering Gavin a chance at cleanliness and a second first impression.
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