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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 4, 2016 23:06:25 GMT
She had to push onto her bare toes to rest her chin on Octavian's shoulder, but she managed to peer at the stranger with powerful, glowing golden eyes. Despite the whiskers, her stature, and the fact that she was dead, she had brought people to their knees with those eyes. She breathed in his scent, silver whiskers giving a little quiver in the bright moonlight.
"You a magic user, boy?" She asked, voice a low, rumbling growl. She sounded positively canine, like an angry wolf whose territory had been invaded.
Even Killy, relaxing with his back on the headstone, began to stiffen. His eye tooth poked out from between his lips and he tilted his head to one side, listening intently for his answer.
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 4, 2016 23:24:39 GMT
Angel blinked and the sighed, looking rather defeated.
"Why is that a thing?"
Angel shook his head and rubbed the back of his head.
"Yes. I was tricked by the Tremere lost my talent for music, without being warned, and now everyone I used to love is trying to kill me and my cousin, and they have killed a lot of the friends that I have made throughout my journey. That, lady and gents is the short version of my story."
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Post by Octavian O'Connor on Mar 4, 2016 23:36:17 GMT
Octavian let Nuko lean over him, as she did he drew out on of the swords and swatted Nuko on the thigh. "Hey, he's my guest, do you think I would bring him here to two of my best friends Memorial if I didn't think he was okay?" He asked the fiery little Gangrel.
He could feel Killy's discomfort and he smiled toward him. "It's alright, I won't let anything happen to you or yours Killy." The confidence and assurance in his voice was both very genuine and Ventrue all in the same phrase.
"Relax a bit Angel, even the Assamite is uncomfortable around magic." He motioned for Angel to sit, relax and enjoy the peace.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 4, 2016 23:42:06 GMT
Nuko jumped as she was hit, letting out a yip and releasing the neonate from her grip. "Bitch!" She shouted, her own shock mirrored on her husband's face. She danced back a few steps and then lowered herself to the ground, fingertips pressing the dirt and teeth bared in a snarl. She could feel her chest constrict.
She had felt that. It hadn't really hurt, but it was enough to startle her. For the years since her death, the only touch she had felt was Killy's, as it often was with Wraiths. Her growl, a telltale sign of her discomfort, radiated from within her, vibrating the air. Either she was somehow, magically, alive or...
"There's something wrong with those swords, Golden Boy..."
Before she could respond any further, Octavian continued on his discussion, and she let out a roar.
"ASSAMITE?!?!?!"
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 5, 2016 0:24:08 GMT
Angel nodded and took a seat on the ground... And apparently just in time for the fireworks.
"Who's the Assamite?"
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Post by Octavian O'Connor on Mar 5, 2016 20:42:01 GMT
Octavian let out a sigh, relaxing against the bench. "We've got an Assamite in town that doesn't know he's an Assamite. He's quiet, fairly reserved, and a terrifying fighter with a pair of enchanted scimitars. He just evaluated Angel's companion Tzimisce. She attacked him, and he stopped her with just his sword. Then she was flew into the wall and cracked and shattered the stone. And she wanted him to keep doing it over and over." Octavian shrugged a bit.
"We've got a war going on with the Eastern Monsters, your daughter is fine by the way." He assured both Locke parents. "I didn't know about Aislin until I diablerized Rini, sorry. I would have gotten to her sooner had I known." He took another deep breath. "Don and Eto are a..." He struggled to find the proper term. "Lovers. Eto is also completely immune to fire... Speaking of, he's brought the leader of the fiends who is a personal friend of his to assist in the war. Oh and Eto and Don burned down a bar and apparently, he and Finn know one another." Octavian was on a roll describing everything that bad happened to two of his dearest friends.
"Uhhh... Yeah... Also I might have started the war with the Eastern Monsters on accident. I did eat Nichiya's wife. I'm going to hunt Vindelo down to save Amy from her curse, and I'm going to help Finn track down the bride." He sighed. "And that's been my week. Of and yeah, I'll tell you about the Assamite meeting Amy another time... That's a whole bucket of..." He tilted his head to the side. "Strange."
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 5, 2016 20:59:50 GMT
Inuko stood there, perfectly still. Her tiny, faded frame was tense, hands folded into little fists at her side. Had she still been alive, her nails would have sliced through even the tough skin that covered the palms of her hands. Her shoulders, thin, pushed forward in enough of an angle that the blades behind her protruded inches out of her back, resembling the broken wings of a Fallen.
As he finished, one lip twitched over ivory incisors, exposing her displeasure. Her head tilted slowly to one side in a flurry of red, blue, yellow, green, and violet, all tumbling over itself to create a twisted sort of rainbow.
"....fakken Neonates." She growled, turning on her heel to cross the few feet that stood between her and her husband. Every move she made was that of a well practiced hunter, a Monster just looking for its Prey. "I die and this entire city goes to shit. Can't fucking leave you kids alone for shit."
Killy snickered in amusement, his Irish red hair falling into his face to cover his own changed eyes, ruby from a frenzy long since passed. As his wife, nearly a foot shorter than him, approached, he raised an arm. Both arms wrapped around his slender waist and she leaned into his strength, tucking her head against the bicep as his arm wrapped around her shoulders, cradling her.
"Now now," he teased, accent just above her twisted, gnarled root of an ear. "Don't be mean to the children." She scoffed.
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 5, 2016 23:07:02 GMT
Angel blinked and watched the two. He heard far more than he ever thought he would. There was so much going on than he ever thought he was happening. He would just silently contemplate the going ons of the two catching up.
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Post by Octavian O'Connor on Mar 27, 2016 7:39:20 GMT
The auburn haired neonate would sit down and laugh a bit at Nuko's outburst looking up into the night sky. "You know, things would be so much worse if you weren't still around. You're still here, you help me I know that. Probably David and Rumor too." He shook his head. "And I think every city goes to hell when someone so many people love and respect dies..." He spoke softly, kindly, not meaning to offend or agitate. "My classes at the very least are going well." He was trying to lighten the mood, as he closed his eyes.
"What about you, how're you and Killy doin over here?" He asked, relaxed and comfortable in the presence of two of his best friends in a place of such inexplicable peace.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 28, 2016 3:14:16 GMT
"We're dead. It's great." Nuko laughed at her own joke, and even her husband joined in. The two shared a knowing look. The past fifty or so years had been nothing but hell for both of them. Killy had died far before Nuko and had been forced to wander the Shadowlands, trying as he might to help her out where he could. Yet, she could never see him, for no ground in Nagasaki was consecrated enough for the Veil to thin. She was forced to live a lonely existence without the only man she had ever truly and completely loved. It was frustrating, exhausting, and terrifying for both.
The tiny girl managed to untangle herself from the arms of her beloved, much to his obvious chagrin, and floated over towards the two boys. Her feet looked like mist, completely unviewable, even to the man that could see into her world. She tilted her head to one side, turning her attention towards the stranger, and a look of obvious contemplation crossed her features. How strange...
She hummed softly, giving a shake of her head, and then moved to sit on the ground in front of them both. Her whiskers twitched upon her cheeks as her nose wrinkled, making her look significantly more child-like than she often appeared. She was cute, there was no denying that. In fact, if one could look through the tough exterior that she radiated, they would notice that she was, in fact, quite beautiful. There was obviously something that had initially attracted Killy to her. As her head tilted to one side, whiskers still bouncing, one might wonder just how old she was. It was something she had been asked time and time again.
"Why are you HERE, Angel of Clan Mau? Do you not know how your kind is treated?" There was obvious amusement in her tone and she gave a little shake of her head. Amy was, by far, not the only one with issues with the Tremere Clan. If she remembered correctly, there were a few groups who had personal issues, including the Nosferatu and the Toreador. She almost wanted to call him a fool for coming here at all. "Do you not know WHY?"
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 28, 2016 7:25:39 GMT
Angel was caught off guard by the sudden redirection to himself. He would blink a couple of times before responding.
"What?"
He didn't really know how to respond.
"Well... I came here with my cousin seeking refuge. But no, I don't really know... I mean they screwed me and I'm not going to assume I'm the only one that's been screwed by them but why are they hated in such a high degree?"
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Post by Octavian O'Connor on May 16, 2016 8:57:26 GMT
Octavian looked towards Angel as he responded to Nuko, then after the Tremere's explanation he shook his head from side to side, his auburn locks whipping back and forth, yet somehow, his locks still looked, tidy, kempt, perfectly Ventrue.
"Screwed over is like saying they cheated at poker and stole people's money Angel." The neonate sighed a bit looking towards the sky. "They are responsible for most of the terrible things that happened to my wife, to Bernd and his ward Blue, and to many others. They are infact methodically ruthless. On top of that they don't care who gets in their way."
Octavian sighed again. "That rift might be amended, but not anytime soon. They tore asunder, far to many to be forgiven. At least by the kindred here..."
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on May 21, 2016 6:47:24 GMT
The Wraith couldn't help the wicked, almost manic laughter that poured from her lips. In more ways than one, it resembled the absolute lunacy of Finn, the most mad of the Malkavian. Her head tossed back and mouth opened wide, exposing fangs that couldn't recede no matter what she did. Black began to slowly bleed into the gold of her eyes, like ink spilling over the child - like beauty that was Inuko Locke. The warning of violence, of the woman and the Beast, was something many had come to be aware of. Octavian would know it for exactly what it was, but Angel stood no chance.
She moved far too quickly to be perceived. One moment, she was standing before them, laughing, and in less than a second, Angel would find himself flat against the ground, a hand around his neck. Her face was suddenly in his, eyes nearly - but not completely - all obsidian black. She weighed very little, but her fingers tightly gripped his arteries, nearly paralyzing his entire body. She showed her fangs like an animal threatening it's prey.
"Do you know what happened to the last Tremere that stuck it's lovely nose into this City's business? It tried to follow the example of Sable Guinevere, one of the founders of your little tribe. It tried to turn your Prince into Sabbat bait. It tried to give the Dark Brothers control by sacrificing Amy O'Connor to their whims... just like Sable, Amy's best friend during her human years, tried to do." Her laughter was far more grim, darker, than it had been moments before as she leaned closer, breathing in the scent of his emotions. "Do you know what happened to it? Would you like to?"
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Post by Angel Mau on May 24, 2016 21:17:38 GMT
Angel was on the ground before he knew what was going on. Hand around his throat squeezing hard enough that if he were still human he wouldn't be able to breathe. Luckily he didn't need air to breathe so he sat there while she talked. Panic settled into anger then to understanding as she spoke. That explains a lot...
Angel would attempt to respond but was unable do to the grip on his throat. He would just patiently stare into the wraiths eyes. If she let go of his throat he would speak.
"I am not those people. I have no interest nor intention to betray anyone here, and I'm willing to continue trying to prove that but if I get shut out because of hurt feelings and old upsets then I won't be able to do anything. So what am I to do? Try endlessly with no success while getting bullied? Or leave and die? Personally I'd rather the first. Then I can still live at the very least."
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