Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Oct 19, 2016 5:44:29 GMT
A thin layer of frost began to creep across the emptied table that served as the center piece of Amy's library, but the Prince remained just as unflinching and unforgiving as she once was, back in her prime. Her husband and his warm summer breeze made her soft, melting the harsh edges of her ice, but it had been quite some time since anybody had managed to make her view that as a flaw. More often than not, she did not yearn the callousness, yet this stranger - this Valeri - had brought that into question. Her fingers, gnarled scars still well hidden by the silken gloves, quivered ever so slightly as she fought to hide just how intimidating she found this strange, unassuming man and his gaudy, gimmicky partner.
Unblinking, she kept her gaze leveled despite the terror that gripped her heart. The fact that he refused to meet her gaze crushed any hopes she may have had in gaining some semblance of control over the situation. Even knowing it was a long shot, Amy had found herself relying on the arrogance that often came with every new recruit to her cause. In the core of herself, she knew that he was far too well trained to fall for such a sophmoric ploy, but she still felt the pang of dismay; she could feel herself beginning to cave under the immense pressure of this man, and bitterness made her Beast roar, clawing at already thinning barrier. It had been quite some time since Amy O'Connor had frenzied and she had absolutely no interest of doing so in the presence of a stranger and his... pet.
Luckily for her, just as she felt herself beginning to crack, that name echoed through the empty space of the room. Inuko. She grimaced visibly and an old, familiar pain crept through her chest, silencing even the consistent rumbling of the impending doom that was her frenzy. She had watched her best friend fall in a valiant, dramatic battle to maintain the freedoms of Nagasaki. The rainbow haired Gangrel fell protecting her children, her Clan, her Prince, her family, and her friends... and her husband, Killian Locke, was waiting on the other side of the Veil to dance her into the sunset. The image was forever burned into her heart of chipped ice; not even the knowledge of Nuko's Wraith continuing to haunt the City could balm the agonies of losing her in the first place.
Folding her hands together just in front of her thighs, she returned Valeri's bow, almost-white eyes refocusing on the ground for a moment as she realized the implications of what he said. He acted as if Inuko was gone, taken from them entirely, never to be returned. Obviously, he didn't know the amount of sheer spunk that could exist within such a tiny little frame. They could never rid themselves of the legendary Scourge so easily... and Valeri seemed oblivious to the knowledge that her ghost continued her multi-century reign of rainbow glory.
Could it be? Had she finally found an advantage? Valeri's ignorance was shocking, enough so that she almost missed the sincerity of his respect. Had she finally found something that she knew about that had slipped through the fine toothed comb this stranger seemed to have taken to her City? As minor of a victory as it may have been, she felt a sense of relief. So he wasn't infallible. There was still the chance of success, of control. Quietly, containing her excitement far easier than she had her fear or the subsequent rage, she thanked him for his condolences, straightened in perfect synchronicity as she began to slip back into her more comfortable groove.
Amy allowed him the other names he felt he needed to drop without losing her inflated sense of accomplishment, returning to the untouchable, unfettered posture and blase expression, staring at him the same as she had before. After all, Finn had managed to shrink to the size of a small animal just to entangle himself in the layers of fabric at the hem of her skirts, peeking out from a miniscule gap he created for himself. His nervousness was enough to return her edge; infallible or not, she could not let his single mistake get the better of her and make her arrogant and foolish.
"You wish to observe the occult of my City?" She asked, tone giving away less than even her ice blue eyes. As she spoke, she continued to outright ignore the Fate-Spinner at her guest's back, assuming he had a tight leash on his pet. The Prince's hatred for this Sy and her kind was common knowledge, and the scars that twisted and gnarled the skin of her arms should be testimony to her willingness to rip the very essence of Wyrd from them, to destroy them completely with her bare hands. "You claim to have come to my aide in battle. What are the details of this trade? Knowledge and information for the assistance of you... and yours..." Still, her gaze never wavered, but she managed not to sneer. "During the conflict upcoming?"
If he wanted to utilize vague statements and carefully broad terminology, he had stumbled into the home of a woman raised by Christian Sorel, king of the game. She knew it well, had aged with it, and even fought it for her very survival. Once more, they managed to step, even momentarily, into her element.
Unblinking, she kept her gaze leveled despite the terror that gripped her heart. The fact that he refused to meet her gaze crushed any hopes she may have had in gaining some semblance of control over the situation. Even knowing it was a long shot, Amy had found herself relying on the arrogance that often came with every new recruit to her cause. In the core of herself, she knew that he was far too well trained to fall for such a sophmoric ploy, but she still felt the pang of dismay; she could feel herself beginning to cave under the immense pressure of this man, and bitterness made her Beast roar, clawing at already thinning barrier. It had been quite some time since Amy O'Connor had frenzied and she had absolutely no interest of doing so in the presence of a stranger and his... pet.
Luckily for her, just as she felt herself beginning to crack, that name echoed through the empty space of the room. Inuko. She grimaced visibly and an old, familiar pain crept through her chest, silencing even the consistent rumbling of the impending doom that was her frenzy. She had watched her best friend fall in a valiant, dramatic battle to maintain the freedoms of Nagasaki. The rainbow haired Gangrel fell protecting her children, her Clan, her Prince, her family, and her friends... and her husband, Killian Locke, was waiting on the other side of the Veil to dance her into the sunset. The image was forever burned into her heart of chipped ice; not even the knowledge of Nuko's Wraith continuing to haunt the City could balm the agonies of losing her in the first place.
Folding her hands together just in front of her thighs, she returned Valeri's bow, almost-white eyes refocusing on the ground for a moment as she realized the implications of what he said. He acted as if Inuko was gone, taken from them entirely, never to be returned. Obviously, he didn't know the amount of sheer spunk that could exist within such a tiny little frame. They could never rid themselves of the legendary Scourge so easily... and Valeri seemed oblivious to the knowledge that her ghost continued her multi-century reign of rainbow glory.
Could it be? Had she finally found an advantage? Valeri's ignorance was shocking, enough so that she almost missed the sincerity of his respect. Had she finally found something that she knew about that had slipped through the fine toothed comb this stranger seemed to have taken to her City? As minor of a victory as it may have been, she felt a sense of relief. So he wasn't infallible. There was still the chance of success, of control. Quietly, containing her excitement far easier than she had her fear or the subsequent rage, she thanked him for his condolences, straightened in perfect synchronicity as she began to slip back into her more comfortable groove.
Amy allowed him the other names he felt he needed to drop without losing her inflated sense of accomplishment, returning to the untouchable, unfettered posture and blase expression, staring at him the same as she had before. After all, Finn had managed to shrink to the size of a small animal just to entangle himself in the layers of fabric at the hem of her skirts, peeking out from a miniscule gap he created for himself. His nervousness was enough to return her edge; infallible or not, she could not let his single mistake get the better of her and make her arrogant and foolish.
"You wish to observe the occult of my City?" She asked, tone giving away less than even her ice blue eyes. As she spoke, she continued to outright ignore the Fate-Spinner at her guest's back, assuming he had a tight leash on his pet. The Prince's hatred for this Sy and her kind was common knowledge, and the scars that twisted and gnarled the skin of her arms should be testimony to her willingness to rip the very essence of Wyrd from them, to destroy them completely with her bare hands. "You claim to have come to my aide in battle. What are the details of this trade? Knowledge and information for the assistance of you... and yours..." Still, her gaze never wavered, but she managed not to sneer. "During the conflict upcoming?"
If he wanted to utilize vague statements and carefully broad terminology, he had stumbled into the home of a woman raised by Christian Sorel, king of the game. She knew it well, had aged with it, and even fought it for her very survival. Once more, they managed to step, even momentarily, into her element.
