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Post by Eto on Mar 3, 2016 11:40:31 GMT
The inside of the Manor was empty, all of the normal vampires and human servants had been given the night off. The lights remained on, giving off and almost eerie glow in the empty building. The floors made of perfectly waxed and polished hardwood seemed to gleam in the eerie light. Each of the potted ferns situated throughout the room cast shadows against the walls in odd patterns and shapes, almost as if while no one was watching, the shadows would come alive. The walls, made in the traditional wood and paper style gave the Manor an older, warmer feeling. The Manor itself was spotless, not a speck of dust, or smudge of dirt or grime on anything. It was almost antiseptic.
On the western wall of the main room, stood a reasonable bar, with everything from Absinthe to Zinfandel and everything in between. There wasn't often a drink that couldn't be made, and if an ingredient were missing, it would be remedied by the following evening. Around the bar were eight bar stools, each made of a dark hardwood and equally as clean as everything else in the Manor. Along the walls, hung a tasteful number of original paintings and prints, all centuries old. It was the home of one of the oldest vampires in the city, and it expressed that very clearly.
A grand piano rested silently in the north-western corner of the main room, silent, and untouched for many evenings. It had been quite some time since it had seen use, but it still dominated the corner of the room, leaving only room enough for a comfortably overstuffed couch for guests to enjoy. On the whole, the Manor, when occupied was a warm welcoming place, the Prince and her husband hosting Elysium almost every evening. This night however, was going to be a very interesting experience.
Eto walked through the main doors and into the building, he was dressed back up in his more comfortable attire. Chain-mail shirt and pants, under a long sleeved silk shirt, and a elegant silt trousers. The dark lenses of his sunglasses, concealed the obvious glow from his ruby eyes. A long black cloak with elegantly embroidered golden trim hung over his shoulders. Long fiery red hair hung like a mane down to his shoulders, granting his normally soft features, an almost adult look, and strapped to his waist were the jeweled scabbards that carried his most valuable possessions. His enchanted scimitars, polished, sharp and always ready for combat. Just inside his cloak rested his holstered handgun, the Evoker, with a full magazine of ammunition specifically designed to put beasts down.
One delicate alabaster hand rose, and removed his sunglasses. He was after all in the Manor, a place that vampires were supposed to be safe from harm. Glowing ruby eyes surveyed the quiet main room, his keen senses on the lookout for any signs of danger. Though he doubted anyone would be foolish enough to try to ambush them, he wouldn't be caught off guard. He was bringing his oldest and dearest friend to Nagasaki, and he wouldn't be endangering her if he could help it. Tucking the sunglasses away he made his way over toward the center of the room waiting.
He'd informed Thorn on where to meet, and how long to give him in the room before coming herself. After determining that the room was indeed safe Eto would make his way over toward the bar, seating himself on one of the stools, turning it towards the center of the room. If it ever came to it, he could have his back to a wall immediately and his prized scimitars in hand. "Tonight is going to be an interesting night." He mused to himself. The oddly titled Prince had emptied the manor at his request, specifically to meet Thorn, the only condition would be that Don would attend as well, and he wasn't entirely certain how the two daemons would respond to one another.
With a soft smile, a remnant of a time long passed. Eto waited for all the parties to gather. It would be an interesting evening indeed.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 3, 2016 12:10:27 GMT
A buzzing sound can be heard from the middle of the room and the air ripples like the very fabric of this plane is being altered. A small black spot appears in the middle of the disturbance and the buzzing gets louder like angry hornets protecting their hive. Then from the hole comes a cough and a spitting sound and something black traveling incredibly fast is shot out ofmthe hole with a loud pop.
The black object shoots across to the western wall and impacts with the bar with an enormous crash shattering the bars and sprayimg the area around it with glass and various coloured liquids. For a while the silence is deafening before the black lump in the rubble with streaks of silver fibres tangled over it, moves and groans softly. Its a strangely musical voice for a groan, with many tones on top of each other sounding at the same time in different octaves. Out of the black lump and rubble comes a long thin fingered hand that moves to the silver threads and pushes them back revealing a face.
Thorn looks around, silver orbs examining the place where Eto had told her to meet him. She had not been here before and she wondered if she had the right place. The vampiric presence is obvious to her now she lets her senses work. Other vampires had been here and there might be a hint of other demons as well. She isn't sure if she is comfortable mixing with others of her kind since she just escaped the hell dimensions to Limbo. Surely her brothers minions were probably out looking for her by now.
"It has to be that strange magnetic field, that is what disrupted it i think. Everything else was perfect i'm sure. That magnetic field, i must look into it." She is muttering under breath to herself as she begins to drag herself out of the ruined bar dragging glass shards and dripping alcoholic beverages at every step.
Thorn stands at about 6 ft in this current form. She is dressed in her body covering robes that look like black velvet but are actually just gathered shadows that are woven into useful cloth. They are hooded and the sleeves are long and flared. Her frame is spare, almost emaciated and her face is stuck at about 21 yrs old though timeless is a better description. Her movements are graceful and dignified despite just having been spat out of Limbo like a hurricane. Her skin looks white but is actually silvery in the light and her hair is metallic silver with braids through some places ending in little golden beads. She wears demonskin leather boots and there are bumps at her hips under her robes that suggested she is armed.
She pulls her hood up shaking it a little to get some of the debris off of it and covers her head tucking her hair up into the back of it, the point reaches to mid back. She catches sight of Eto and moves towards him. She leans towards his ear and whispers to him,"I made it...."
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 3, 2016 13:38:58 GMT
The twitch is almost audible in the complete stillness of the room. Without a heartbeat, it was easy for the Prince of Nagasaki to blend into the environment around her. In an effort to be welcoming, she had bathed her home in browns, ranging from the deep umber fabric of her favorite aging sofa to the light, almost tortilla color of the walls. Once upon a time, she had been told that brown was neutral, and appropriate for the safe haven that was to be her Elysium.
She allowed the rip between the multiverse without word, and while the pair greeted each other, she took in the sight. Etonis, she had become quite familiar with, in all of his ignorant glory. A fantastical fighter well armed and prepared for even the worst of occurences, he had promised his swords in the defense of her city. This woman, Queen of the Fiends, she had never had the... pleasure of acquainting herself with. The familiarity of her appearance was unnerving, to say the least.
Her silver hair had been twisted and tied up in intricate patterns, taking far too much time and skill with her pianist like fingers. She had braided, turned, tucked, pinned, and decorated the thin locks into something that would make the ones of Old proud. When loose, it fell down her slender, almost emeciated frame, but that was far too inappropriate for the meeting Mister Vadia had requested. She had chosen her favorite black, silk gloves to hide the gnarling, burn-like scars that twisted their way up her arms.
Unfortunately, she could not hide the rest of her curse. Within the manor home, the temperature was nearly unbearably cold. The icy chill radiated off the woman long since known as the Frost Queen, paling her skin and creating a soft layer of ice upon the tips of her hair and lashes.
The Prince stood as her guests approached each other, the fabric of her Victorian Era dress, made of elegant black and indigo, fell about her, held together only by the expertly tied corset tightening her already tiny waist. She did not make a single noise as she waited, surveying the pair and gleaning what she might from their interactions. With her perfectly fallen dress, perfectly done hair, perfect make-up, and perfect expression, it was almost painfully easy to believe her to be a statue. And for a moment, she allowed them that delusion.
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Post by Eto on Mar 3, 2016 14:05:54 GMT
Eto's attention turned toward the tear in reality, he remembered exactly how hard it was for him to make the transition to Limbo. It was tiring, irritating, and absolutely draining. It didn't surprise him terribly much when she came hurling out of the tear in reality, unfortunately for both of them nor was he aware and fast enough to save the bar. 'CRASH!!! SHATTER!!! BANG!!!' The bar was in shambles. Thorn's voice coming out of it and not some other creatures made him considerably more comfortable. "It might also be your trajectory." He commented to her as she mumbled about everything else being perfect. She'd landed less than ten feet from him, and he was still sitting atop one of the bar stools when she approached him.
"You did, and thank you for coming. The oddly titled Prince should be here shortly." He commented, trying to ensure that Thorn felt as comfortably as daemonically possible. He hopped down off the stool easily enough and swept some of the stray debris off her robes. "Don't worry about the bar by the way. I'll pay for that." He was grinning up at her, like a friend, like the youth he'd been embraced as. "How is everything coming together he asked." The moment Amy moved, he was aware of her, at least subconsciously. But Thorn had just arrived, and he wanted to make sure that everything went as smooth as....... Possible.
He tilted his head slightly, studying Thorn's emaciated form and sighed. He spoke quietly, his voice a mix of concern and joy. "Have you fed recently?" He asked far more worried for her than anything else. He didn't want to think about what would happen to Nagasaki if she hadn't. With a shake of his head the redhead sighed. "And how exactly did you manage to get your velocity up so high coming through the portal?" He asked, trying to figure out exactly how to move through them himself.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 3, 2016 14:23:16 GMT
Thorn was still brushing herself off as she listened to Eto and glanced around at the house she had hurtled into. Her eyes stopped short when they came to the figure that was palpably giving off antarctic waves. Keeping her eyes on the figure standing like a statue in the room she answered him in a quiet voice. "It's actually really hard to tell up from down and sideways in that strange gravity field. i think that's why i came out sideways." She nodded as he thanked her for coming. her eyes roved up and down the silver haired person, she was pretty sure now it was a person and she was watching them. Thorn shivered and it wasn't because of the cold.
She had seen many statues very much like this being but they had actually been erected in honour of her many times back in ancient egypt. To find one living, ergo not breathing, in a place Eto had been taken in was very unsettling. Eto had mentioned a prince, Thorn guessed this might be a relative, possibly a partner or a daughter. The vibe she was getting from this one was not friendly. she glanced behind her at the mess she had made on entry. Humans and human derivatives often prized such material things and Thorn wondered if maybe it was faux pas what she had done to this persons place of dwelling. Eto was fond of these people, if she had insulted them on arrival they might not let her try and help them as he wanted. Thorns fangs began to tear at her bottom lip in her usual manner and she looked over the woman that smelt very strongly of vampire and of ice.
"I am not hungry. Why do you call him the oddly named Prince?" Thorn finally turned her head away from her appraisal of the staue/female and looked at Eto one eyebrow shot up and the usual drop of blood coursed from her tattered lip and dripped off her chin. as she listened to his reply her eyes roved back to the icy woman waiting for her to move.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 3, 2016 14:35:52 GMT
It was like looking into a mirror. The tendrils of silver and those glowing eyes; she could easily recall nightmares when the Fallen had taken her and she had aged to look just like the woman at Mister Vadia's side. Centuries of self control managed to maintain the well practiced neutrality printed across her face, but behind the almost colorless eyes of ice and silver, she was roiling.
This gave a whole new meaning to multiverse.
Amy O'Connor allowed the two their private moment beneath her unflinching gaze. She assumed that the Assamite had informed his companion, to at least some degree, of what she was willfully stumbling - or, rather, CRASHING - into. The bar could be forgiven, and as Etonis's words reached her ears, she was able to set thoughts about destruction of property aside for the time being. Of course, that was followed up with yet ANOTHER assumption that the Prince of the City was male. A perfectly sculpted brow twitched over one eye.
"Within the Traditions of the Camarilla, those Kindred souls who follow the teachings of our Antidullivians, 'Prince' is a gender neutral term." She moved with the grace of an Elder, slipping around the couch. Her heels upon the mopped floor did not make a noise, but it added to her pathetic height. At least that was one glaring difference between the two maidens of silver: height. Amy stood at five feet and five inches, in her heels. She did not offer the demon her hand, but instead, gave the slightest of bows from her waist. When she straightened, she also offered a nod, expressing as much warmth as she could muster. "Prince Amy O'Connor, leader of Nagasaki."
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Post by Eto on Mar 3, 2016 14:47:08 GMT
Eto leaned into Thorn as Amy approached. "Within their group of clans, of which there are two groups of clans, one being the Camarilla, the other being the Sabat, those vampires, and I really don't know why she uses the term soul..." He paused then continued translating for the Prince. It took him quite some time to get all the information, and the faster Thorn learned it the better. "Antideluvian's are supposed to be the closest vampires to Caine, of his third generation, those third generation murdered the second generation in order to take their power for themselves. Caine then supposedly cursed them and created different vampires with different abilities. Each single vampire of that third generation possessed a specialty of sorts, and there were thirteen of them thus thirteen clans. And this Amy O'Connor is the oddly titled prince." He finished just before she arrived.
When Amy did show up, he nodded toward her, still smiling that all too happy smile. "I told you on the wharf you reminded me of someone." He tilted his head a bit to the side. "Maybe you'll begin to understand why I've said what I've said." He turned and reached for a couple of the stools that hadn't been destroyed, offering them out to each of the pale maidens, before grabbing one for himself.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 3, 2016 15:34:32 GMT
Thorn tilted her head towards Eto as he filled her in on the workings of this particular Vampire court. The intrigue was not much different to the intrigue in hell but it was definitely a lot more humanised in its application. Her eyes remained on the female that had stood watching Thorn and Eto as they greeted each other and she was tempted to put her hand out and touch the females skin to absorb the emotions that were beating Thorn in the face. Thorn could feed off them through the air but direct contact was much better as a form of feeding. Briefly she considered this one as a possible sustenence and then put the thought out of her head. Chaining their chief to a wall and using her to feed was probably another faux pas and Thorn reminded herself that she was here to help Eto in his situation with this little coven. The sooner she did that the sooner he might be able to help her figure out what was happening to her and the sooner she could back to the chosen and do what she was bidden to do by the funny little man in the strange suit.
The problem was she was having trouble with the fact that this little diminutive person was the leader of these people. Perhaps it was not her fault that she was unable to make herself a larger frame or something a little more, well, imposing. Thorn stood so much higher than this tiny female that patting her on the head would seem normal and she was almost tempted to try it but she refrained. In the hells the more powerful the demon the bigger the frame needed to house the soul, and frankly this vampire was a runt.....in hell she would be seen as an imp. Thorn blinked several times and forced a smile to her lips. She kept repeating to herself "Be cordial, be kind, be cordial, be kind." This was a litany in her head as she managed to bring herself to talk to the little being in front of her.
Before she spoke in her multitonal voice she glanced at Eto to get the concurrence that this was indeed the person she was here to meet. The, kind of, vampire overlord. She was having trouble taking this seriously. She wondered how she should address her. She started with a bow as to an equal not knowing where she would fit on their board of power, and to give her time to steal herself for this meeting. She straightened and gave the frosty vampire a smile that she was proud it almost reached her eyes, then spoke. she decided on formal.
"Greetings to Prince Amy O'Connor from her unholiness the Queen of the Fiends, Daughter of Kaz/BAAL and ruler of the seventh level of hell." She cut off and glanced at Eto for inspiration then looked back at Amy and talked in a more normal tone though it had a multiple octave quality. "I do apologise for my method of entry. I miscalculated the magentics in Limbo and it got the compass points wrong on entry leaving my trajectory facing in a right angel to what i was supposed to." She chews her lips a little thinking about it and then started talking softly under her breath some words came out in english and some in demonic and others in another language related to ancient egyptian. The gist of it was that the magnetic force had an undercurrent that changed the gravity pull but only right at the meeting of the atmosphere from the ground or something similar.
She then tried to repair what damage her entry had done by offering help for a certain......problem she considered. "If it pleases you i could repay you for the damage i have done by recreating your body to a larger size. This could suit your station much better." She smiled first at Amy and then at Eto as if she had done a kind thing.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 3, 2016 15:56:49 GMT
The tension that radiated off from the "imp" of a Prince was palpable. Every move, every twitch, every shift of her eyes, the Prince picked up on, and her shoulders slowly began to tense in preparation of the pat on her head. She had, for quite some time, struggled with her height and her weight in an effort to prove herself worthy of the power within her blood. Her father had placed it in no uncertain terms that it would be just that: a struggle. For the rest of her unlife. Yet, as the times wore on and changed, she had found her position more and more accepted by the masses of Kindred.
The Beast raked its ugly claws down the inside of her soul, and the emotions that Thorn could feel reverberating in the air would double. Amy was obviously displeased with the insinuations, but her displeasure was nothing in comparison to the raw power, the raw anger and hatred, that the Beast held inside itself. It was the monster that had no interest in politics or friendships. Bloodshed would serve well enough. A cast iron grip on the creature was enough to hold it at bay, but only barely. She took a deep breath through her nose, a minute action that most would miss.
"Greetings, Queen of Fiends," she breathed out, her head tilting ever so slightly to one side, those icy eyes observing the smile and kindness that radiated from this... woman? Woman. She was willing to go with woman. With a very slight tilt of her chin upwards, an action often used to remind people of just who she was, she continued to speak in a soft, emotionless voice. "I have no interest in recreation. My husband enjoys my current form. As I understand it, your kind measure their power based solely on their size, but Kindred function differently." She even managed to mimic that smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, so close it was eerie. "The strongest Kindred I know stood at less than five feet, weighing significantly less than I do. Appearance is no show of power, here."
Of course, eventually this "woman" would meet Findero Lauden, the seven foot tall Malkavian with shoulders far broader than any of the other creatures in Nagasaki. And he WAS significantly more powerful than those that he towered over. AND he was a Methusalah. AND he could change his appearance. AND he could travel to Hell. AND...
Maybe it was best not to introduce her to Finn for a while.
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Post by Don on Mar 3, 2016 16:16:14 GMT
Steam began to pour into the room just behind Eto as the heat of Hell-fire began to crackle through the frost Amy produced. For a brief moment, it was just steam, and then flames would erupt from the air itself as a portal rippled into existence. Within the sixth layer of Hell, inside her tiny little home, Don had prepared herself and her host body for transportation, making sure her hair was as purple as she wanted it, her clothing the stereotype for the rambunctious little Fallen: pants a bit too baggy and shirt cropped just beneath the curve of her breasts.
When she appeared, her thin arms would wrap immediately around the shoulders of her lover, her body pressing into his back. He wasn't much taller than she was, but his height had little baring on her position. Her legs wrapped around his slender waist in a jingle of titanium chains, used as weapons when she needed to fight. Compared to the Frost Queen, Abbadon, Princess of the Devil House, was the personification of heat itself.
Her wild giggle, familiar to the Prince and the Assamite in the room, could be heard as the flames finally died, leaving her clinging to Eto. She whispered into his ear, her voice lower than it usually was, before she chuckled to herself. "Missed you. Stop disappearing on me." There was, surprisingly, no accusation; it seemed the little demon was in a good mood.
Ruby eyes lifted to catch the stoic stand-off between the two silver haired women, and her entire body rippled with tension. Her head tilted to one side to observe Amy, whom she knew quite well, and then to the other as she looked at Thorn.... a taller, slightly more imposing version of Amy. Except, you know. Not ungodly cold. Just ungodly. "Uhhhh...." She kept her voice quiet, easily able to assume that this was not the best opportunity to speak. "....what? Dude, bro, bro-dude-bro... What? What EVEN?" Was this some sort of magic? A spell? Illusion? Or was she just seeing double? "I... totally need a drink if I'm going to handle this."
Her eyes slipped over to the bar. Or, at least, what used to be a bar. Alcohol soaked the floors of the Manor, bottles lie broken. She made a strangled noise of distress, tightening her grip on Eto and burying her face into his neck, breathing in the scent of him. "That's ALCOHOL ABUSE!"
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Post by Eto on Mar 4, 2016 4:09:51 GMT
Eto stood near his stool watching both of the silver haired maidens. His ruby eyes alight with mirth as he observed the almost mirror-like reactions both females had with one another. He was enjoying the show, because he couldn't describe it as anything better. Thorn for how amazing she was, just didn't do socially polite well, but she was trying, really trying. He nodded toward her encouragingly as she looked to him, the smile genuine on his face. If Amy and the other Kindred were going to be utilizing their help, they might as well get a taste of how Thorn and he really were.
Eto laughed a bit moving to get on the stool, when the smell of hell-fire and a comfortable presence caused him to pause. Suddenly there was a weight on his back and the familiar feel of Don, wrapping her arms and legs around him. "Hey, you're just in time." He shot at her with that same voice filled with mirth and joy. If Don were paying attention, she would easily be able to tell the difference in his stance when Thorn was around. "And we might have... Erm... Damaged the bar." He grinned over at her, then turned back to Thorn.
"And both of you know me." He commented trying to calm the situation down a bit as the pair seemed to truly not understand one another. "Perhaps it would be best if were disposed of the rest of the formalities?" He asked both of them, tilting his head to the side almost comically. "After all, it's not often the world get's to see twins." He snickered a bit, it wasn't a negative jab at either of them. He respected both women, and had been friends with one of them for more than a century. It was a playful gesture, and he wanted to see that they both got along... If he could.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 4, 2016 5:32:15 GMT
One sniff of the brimstone and hellfire and thorn goes down into a fighting crouch with a multi octaval gasp and draws both her daggers spinning them around in the egyptian style she uses and she backs away from the main crowd her eyes scanning and stopping on the new female that seems to be Etos second skin. She also backs from the white vampire lord and Eto just because he happens to be where the offending party is. Her teeth draw back showing the blunt dragon fangs that protrude from her mouth in a purely animalistic warning gesture her daggers held low and her eyes pulsing as she watches the other demon her senses also taking in the vampire woman and her body constantly moving at a slow measured pace.
Etos reaction to the demon gives her some pause and she stays in one spot still in fighting stance but only just a degree more relaxed, but she is not happy with this situation. Her eyes rake down the demonesses form then to Eto's face. There are no negative emotions coming from him and she feels a slight doubt about the whole situation. How far have these creatures got their fangs in him? she had heard of strange sexual marriages between vampires and demons as a necessity to join certain covens. The thought that they might set her up with one of their own make her entire mind recoil in horror. her hands tighten on her daggers and her voice is a snarl that sounds like many wolves growling at ones.
"You know this........imp.....Eto?" Her head tilts to indicate the Demon at his side with a slight grimaced of distaste.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 4, 2016 5:43:46 GMT
As the stench of brimstone wafted to her nose, Amy's lips pursed into a thin line. She had not seen her demoness companion since the... other incident with her bar, and seeing the wood and bottles in shambles nearby only emphasized the strange, almost disgusted feeling that always knotted her stomach when she thought of the purple-haired Devil. She gave a very slight shake of her head from one side to the other, fully prepared for the woman when she arrived. Yet, she was wrapped around Eto as if he were a prize to beheld, and that confused her even further. Another twitch. Her fingers gave a little wiggle before she managed to recover her complete control once more, beginning a turn of her face to greet her friend.
It happened quickly, far too quickly for her comfort. She noticed the posture, immediately recognizing it as similar to Inuko Locke's. She knew that style, the way the body moved. The muscular tension was enough for her fingers to fall to the leather strapped around her thigh, hidden by ruffles and petticoats. Trained as well as she was, it was impossible to see her gloved fingers slip through the slits in the fabric to hook around the end of one of her favored poisoned kunai, a gift from the aforementioned Gangrel vampire. Within less than a second, she had freed the weapon and held it in a tight grip, pressed against her leg in an effort to keep it hidden.
The motion was instinctive, and even with SilverThorn in such a defensive posture, she did not bother to attack. She remained the same, impassable ice statue she had been only moments before, sitting on the couch. Amy opened her mouth to speak, but she would not be able to get anything out before she was interrupted.
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Post by Don on Mar 4, 2016 5:53:24 GMT
"IMP?! BITCH PLEASE. FUCKING SPHERES DON'T KNOW SHIT! TRY THAT AGAIN, YOU STUPID LITTLE CUNT. I'M A DEVIL. TRY THAT AGAIN!!!"
Don was not a push-over. Having assassinated the entirety of the Devil Court, she had a reputation. She was a monster, especially with her ability to manipulate fire solely through her Faith. Very few could hold their own against her capabilities. Even with a host body, she could move faster than most Kindred, and her flexibility was something she was quite proud of (though usually for reasons other than her fighting). She moved to shove off of Eto's shoulders, using his height and musculature to her advantage. She gained momentum easily. Though she didn't set herself on fire, so it meant she didn't want to kill the woman.
At least, not yet.
If she succeeded, she would attempt to tackle her to the ground, digging still-human nails into her flesh with a low hiss, the sound inhuman and piercing. She would not sink her fangs in, however. No weapons were drawn, no magic tainted the air. Just a very normal cat-fight. Well... demon-fight, anyways.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 4, 2016 6:17:24 GMT
Eto is friends with this thing, that was the thought running through her mind when the demoness launched at her and she allowed the tackle by ducking into it and letting the pointy parts of the demoness go over her head. she them skittered forwards and spun to face the other her eyes pulsing. her energy levels were low, the strange things in Limbo she was working with and other factors had made feeding nigh impossible. she wasnt up to a fight. It seemed also that the anger this little female had was what spurred her into fighting. She couldn't feel anything of her brother on this one. She wasn't even sure if Swift would have used a Devil for a vampire hunt if he was searching for Eto.
"What hell were you born to? Are you part of the war?"
Her lips were still pulled back and the shadow clothes she was wearing were melting off her as her attention was forced to the combat and none was let to maintain the magics. Underneath she wore simple black demon leather undergarments that left most of her bare and was easy to move in. She was still in a crouch her hands moving in small circles holding her daggers in the egyptian style.
"Eto tell me now why are you friends with this.......demon?"
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